Templeton "Faceman" Peck (
notjustaface) wrote2013-03-10 01:42 pm
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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.
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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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..."
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"You... gah..."
Not finding any words, he goes quiet as they move together in rhythm.
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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."
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Brokenhearted, hung-over and he's still that damn gorgeous. It's unfair, it really is.
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"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.
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"I know, babe..." he manages to reply. "Me too."
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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.
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He forces himself back to the here and now as he looks Face in the eye. "Yeah."
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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.
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He presses even closer, sighing as he leans in for another kiss.
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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..."
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"Go on.."
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"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.
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"Baby, you know I do."
His voice is thick, accent pronounced in the heat of the moment.
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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..."
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"Yes..."
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"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.
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"You..."
There's a lot implied in that one little word.
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"Mmm..." he lifts his head just enough to catch his eyes, offering a sedate smirk. "You."
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"Feelin' better?"
If the smirk is any indication...
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"You have that effect on me, Murdock." Be it with antics, when he's not the target, or otherwise.
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"All part of my charm."
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"Mmm, I get that impression." He laughs, letting his mind lull into the calm it was before hurricane Charissa. It wouldn't be easy to get over, but he'd get there.
"You're a good friend, man."