notjustaface | The Other Woman

The Other Woman

Charissa...

They met the officer's club, where else would he find a woman like her? She was passionate - intense, everything he wanted in a woman. It was easy to forget everything around her, everything about the man he was. She made it easy to turn a deaf ear on Hannibal's warnings about playing dangerous games and to turn a blind eye to the fact that Murdock was pulling away from him.

And it was all gone in an instant, the months together - the plans, the future.

They'd been lying in bed and he teased; "We're going to make such beautiful babies."

She laughed, at first. "How many of those beers have you had?"

"I mean it," and he really did, maybe it was time to settle down... do the family thing. "I'm being serious here."

Apparently she didn't feel the same. At least it sure as hell seemed that way when she walked out and stopped answering his calls and messages.

The second night alone he got a single text reply; "Don't call me again."

Well, that settles that. With a bottle of scotch alone in a dark room.

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"Eager?" He asks with a cocked eyebrow, his lips barely leaving the wet tip.

He wasn't kidding when he said he was slow, but his body's starting to fire up and do it's job. When he pushes back on his knees, he's quick to fetch the blue ribbed number and roll it over his partially hard cock - stroking on the cool lube with a tight, purposeful grip.

"Keep talking..."

Don't tell me that, he thinks to himself. I'm not sure I can keep quiet about the things that matter.

"Missed you, so much..." he says again, groaning. "Thought about this all the time... alone at night..."

It's not what he wants to hear, not when it hurts... so he lowers himself over him and kisses the hurt away as best he can.

"Not alone..." he murmurs, stroking himself over the curve of his ass as he opens his thighs wider - trying to make it easier on him. He feels like he should say more, but the words aren't there - there's no way to say them. Instead, he strokes his fingers over the warm cleft as delicately as a china doll - pushing his slick middle finger slowly inside him.

"Always had the memories."

He gasps at the slow, gentle entrance. He wasn't kidding about taking his time.

"Never alone, either of us... not anymore..."

This is what happens when you tell him to talk, Face.

If his circuits were firing right, he'd be freaking out of that kind of statement. As it is, a one-track mind can be a blessing. He mutters an "Uh huh."

Then his mouth presses hard against his lips once more and he works his finger with several slow strokes before adding a second to make things a little easier on both of them.

"How you doing?" He asks earnestly, slowing his pace to curl his fingertips against a tender spot.

Yeah, that's a conversation they really shouldn't have in bed.

"Great," he murmurs. "Never better."

Or ever, ever's good.

"You say that now..." He smiles easily, letting himself be comfortable with where they are... It's a totally normal way to deal with a breakup.

Shaking away nagging thoughts, he withdraws his fingers, letting out a soft groan as he drags the tip of his cock over the slick skin and then holds his breath when he pushes in slow and easy.

"Tell me if you need me to stop or anything."

"Don't you dare," he hisses.

Right. Totally normal bonding between best friends.

Totally and completely normal.

He chuckles under his breath, but it's cut off with a low pleasured groan as he bucks his hips forward - hilting inside him.

Finding a comfortable, slow rhythm, he pushes as close as he can - relishing the sensation of skin against skin just as much as the amazing tightness squeezing him hard.

"God..."

He wants this to last, but he knows it'll be over all too soon.

"You... gah..."

Not finding any words, he goes quiet as they move together in rhythm.

It's okay though, he gets it.

One hand strokes up Murdock's side, caressing the softness intermixed with solid muscle before his blunt nails rake across his chest.

"You..." he murmurs, letting his body work harder against him - gradually letting himself rock faster before pushing back on his knees for deeper leverage. "You are so hot right now."

"So're you, baby..."

Brokenhearted, hung-over and he's still that damn gorgeous. It's unfair, it really is.

He pushes both hands up against Murdock's thighs, lifting him just enough to force himself deeper with each gentle thrust until he can taste the sweat beading on his upper lip.

"God I love..." his voice stops short, eyes half lidded before he forces out; "this."

It's weak, even to him - but a weak cover for a weak moment seems almost right.

And if their life was a movie this is where you'd hear the record player needle scratch sound effect.

"I know, babe..." he manages to reply. "Me too."

He can't help it... avoiding intimacy is a reflex to him, even if part of him does want to say it it's so buried in everything else in that neat little box of things he can't deal with.

The way Murdock's eyes gloss over tell him it's more than the rush talking - there's something there he feels like he should be sorry for. Instead, he says; "Still good?" with a grunt that barely holds back a lusty moan.

He's mostly surprised he even got that close to saying it.

He forces himself back to the here and now as he looks Face in the eye. "Yeah."

Nobody's more surprised than he is... especially not so soon after he'd very definitely not had a problem saying it to someone who turned around and ripped his guts out.

The hand caressing Murdock's chest reaches out to snatch one of his and drags it up to his lips, kissing his fingers as he tries to focus on lasting as long as he can with each hard thrust against him.

Happy place. Going to it now.

He presses even closer, sighing as he leans in for another kiss.

It's a good place to be.

They fit together easy enough and when Face feels his body fighting and throbbing it's all too easy to slip his tongue across Murdock's lips and let himself get lost in the moment.

With a soft moan into his open mouth, he manages; "Close... close..."

He's close to the edge himself.. genuine affection has that effect on him.

"Go on.."

And it is genuine, in Face's misguided stupid way.

"You like?" He grins, nipping Murdock's lower lip as his strokes slow - holding back just a little longer to press his body tight against him.

He growls playfully.

"Baby, you know I do."

His voice is thick, accent pronounced in the heat of the moment.

That voice... God that fucking voice... it does some crazy things to him.

Growling, he pushes in hard - claiming his mouth with a kiss that makes his lips ache. In the moment, his fingers lace into the hand he hasn't even realized he's still holding - each rock of his hips driving him even closer to his friend.

It's a little slice of heaven.

His hips buck hard, driving himself as deep as he can as he tips over the edge, letting up off his lips just enough to let out a throaty moan.

"Fuck... yeah..."

He squeezes his hand tighter, that and the building pressure bringing him to his own climax.

"Yes..."

It's all too much for his brain to process at once, the tingle spreads through his body for several weak pushes until he feels the warmth against his belly - eliciting an even louder groan.

"God..." He breathes, slowing until his body is still against him - drinking in the warmth of his skin and the familiar shape he wouldn't admit to missing.

The Other Woman

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