To massage her feet.

Instead of wallowing in thought, Alexandra stretches her legs out and lays them out in front of you. You eye her with some suspiciousness, but all she does is smirk.

“Massage my feet,” she whines. “They’re sore.”

You knit your brows and then look at her feet. Surprisingly, they’re not as beat up as you assumed they would be. You didn’t consider yourself that much of a foot guy[?], but Alexandra had pretty good soles.

Alexandra lets out a little huff when she notices your staring. “You Just going to look at them or what?”

You grunt and grab her right foot. She winces and pulls her leg back, surprised by the uncomfortable feelings of your hands pressing against her otherwise warm feet.

“Sorry,” you say, smirking somewhat. “If I knew you were going to make me do this, I would have gotten warmed up and grabbed a bottle of lotion.”

Alexandra purrs, relaxing into the cushions with a sigh. “I kind of like the friction.”

You roll your hand against her heel and press your thumbs along her sole. A slight, noticeable scent trails up your nostrils, causing you to smirk slightly before commenting. “You say that. But why do I smell lavender coming off your feet?”

She doesn’t answer. Instead, she lets the question cook for a full minute before replying. “If God didn’t want us to take care of our feet, he wouldn’t have allowed shoes to be made.”

“So…Lavender?”

You try to meet her gaze, but she ignores you for the most part, driving you slightly mad. When she finally looks back at you, she gives a sheepish smile. “I think it smells good. Plus, whenever I take off my boots or whatever, it’s a much better thing to smell than sweat and grime.”

You wiggle your own toes as you regard hers. Then, finally, Alexandra moves slightly, moving one foot to another. She lets out a satisfied moan when she feels your fingers trace and press her other foot. “I'm doing you a favor by doing this, you know?”

“How so?”

“Your hands feel much warmer~! Body heat transfers quicker skin-to-skin, after all.”

You hadn’t noticed it before, but your hands were as warm as her feet. You kneed her heel and rubbed the sides, unintentionally warming yourself up while stimulating her arch.

“Wow,” you remark. “Thanks, Alex. I would’ve died without you.”

She sighs. “Whatever, you ass. Kenji wouldn’t have done this or any of the others.”

Alexandra refrains from mentioning Scarlet, but you figure she wouldn’t have done this either. But, on the other hand, you’re not sure if you would have either of you didn’t need Alexandra to warm up to you.

“Hey, Warren.”

“Hey, Alex.”

“Do you like feet?”

You scoff, finding her question both humorous and pointless. “What?”

“Yeah,” she says. “Like, if I told you you could rub my feet against your Johnson, would you do it?”

You look down where your hands are as they work. Then, finally, you narrow your gaze and rub the back of your neck—the smell of her care following your fingers as they draw away.

“What?”

Alexandra scoots closer and places her other foot on your lap. You jolt but don’t move away. “Be honest~,” she giggles. “No one else is around to judge.”

You continue massaging her feet, but now with sweaty palms. “Well…YOUR feet look pretty.”

She puckers her lips and closes her eyes as she nods and smiles. “You’re avoiding the major part of the question, though. Would. You. Rub. Your. Cock. With. My. Feet?”

“Since you’re digging for an answer…Yes. I would take my cock out and fuck your soles as good as any other part of your body,” you say this without meaning to sound too ****, but to be honest, you weren’t exactly sure where this was going to take you.

Alexandra bites her lower lip and sizes you. “Then you can do that, you know?”

“You’re high.”

“I’m frustrated,” she scowls. “Plus... I want to see how freaky you get.”

You laugh and try to get up, but Alexandra moves surprisingly fast for someone with an injured leg. “Do it,” she says, pulling you back down.

“You are high,” you say, noticing her dilated eyes.

“Medicated,” she spits. “Something Flora gave me, but listen, fuck that. I’m still coherent.”

Alexandra digs her nails into your arm and kisses you. You push her back, but she drives forward, grabbing your cock through your pants and climbing on top of you, forcing you not just to get hard but also to grope her.

You push her back again. All this movement and change of mood have brought back your headache. “Stop it!” You shout, twisting her wrist away.

“Fuck you!” She yells. “If Flora was throwing herself at you as you’d already be pinning her against the cushions!”

“This isn’t—“ you **** her down to the cushions and straddle her. “You’re high, Alex. Do you hear me? You aren’t thinking straight.”

“OK,” she spits. “Try this out.”

“I’m going to—“

“If we don’t fuck I’m going to tell Amara you **** me while she was gone.”

“She wouldn’t believe you,” you put her wrists together and pin them above her head. “You’re off your game.”

Alexandra pushes you back enough to wrap her legs around your waist. You shiver, feeling a surge of excitement goes through you. “You already tripped once. Who do you think she’s going to believe? Her sweet little soldier or the new hire that scared off one of the contractors? Face it, Warren. You’re on thin ice, and a single word from me would fuck you over more than any girl you’ve ever lusted over.”