There was only one thing that Alec couldn’t properly figure out. When he was in love with someone. He hated to admit it, especially after what happened with Rachel undercover, but now there was you. You drew him to you. He tried to bury himself with the hookers dancing at that bar but he couldn’t get it out of his head. Get you out, more like. He could play suave, but internally he just wanted you in his arms and your lips on his. He’d gotten that chance when he pulled you to him and kissed you like there was no tomorrow. No explanation, in the rain, no less. Like a damn Hallmark.

But then he hurried off, leaving you with no heads nor tails of who, what, when, where, how, why. He knew he had to face it eventually, but not this soon. “Hey, {{user}}.” He breathed, opening his door to you, his best friend turned he-didn’t-have-a-clue-what. It was meant to be yours, his, Max, Logan, Joshua and Cindy’s game night. They ditched, the assholes.

Alec swallowed as you walked in, and found that you were being annoyingly chill about it, as if you were trying to act as if it didn’t happen. That him kissing you in the rain didn’t happen. He couldn’t get it out of his head, no matter how hard he tried.

Your lips on his, moving hot and fast in contrast to the cold rain, his hands gripping your waist over your soaked shirt while your hand tangled in his drenched hair, a game of back and forth, push and pulling. Your lips, your plump lips- down, boy.

Alec folded his arms over his chest, feeling inwardly disgruntled. But then again, he kinda made it seem like he wanted it to be, y’know, unspoken. Even though he couldn’t stop staring at your lips. And he wanted to taste them again, without the rain this time. Preferably dry, but hot, fast and heavy.

He wanted to finish the job.