The Other Woman
Mar. 10th, 2013 01:42 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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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Date: 2013-03-12 07:13 am (UTC)But deep down he knows there's no such thing, not from him. Everything he says has meaning, even when you can't make heads or tails of it. Now, though, he can't deal with what his brain wants to make of that at all.
Not when it's so easy to not think.
So he doesn't think, he pushes one hand up his t-shirt and kisses him again with a hollow groan.
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Date: 2013-03-12 07:26 am (UTC)"Need to feel you..."
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Date: 2013-03-12 07:31 am (UTC)"You can have me, baby..." he murmurs back, "anything. Anything."
Frustrated with his own clothes, he pulls the button-down up over his head, snagging a top button in the process but well beyond caring.
"My pants?"
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Date: 2013-03-12 07:39 am (UTC)He'd be happy to help with that, if he wasn't busy wriggling his way out of his own clothes.
"Anything..."
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Date: 2013-03-12 07:46 am (UTC)"Anything." He replies with utmost sincerity, he could ask for anything in that moment and chances are - he'd give it as much as he could.
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Date: 2013-03-12 07:52 am (UTC)"Wanna feel you inside."
It sounds kind of ridiculous, said like that, but it's Face. This, he understands.
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Date: 2013-03-12 08:08 am (UTC)"You mean that?" He gasps, looking him over for any signs of mixed signals. "I mean... we can try... but you don't have to... you know..."
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Date: 2013-03-12 08:11 am (UTC)Some hesitance is understandable, he supposes. It's been a long time, and this isn't entirely the best of circumstances.
"You got supplies?"
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Date: 2013-03-12 08:18 am (UTC)"Nightstand," he flushes warm, kissing his throat before pushing lower on the bed - making a quick trail of kisses over wiry hair toward his goal. "No rush... I'm a little... uh... slow right now."
Give him a minute, he'll get there.
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Date: 2013-03-12 08:24 am (UTC)"Take all the time you need."
He shivers, reaching out and opening the bedside table drawer. As he digs around for the necessary items, his heart skips a beat as his fingers brush against a small, velvet-covered box.
Oh, Face...
Not sure what to do with the strange mix of sadness, anger and jealousy he's suddenly feeling, he finds the condoms and lube and presses them into Face's hand.
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Date: 2013-03-12 08:39 am (UTC)His fingers clutch at the package, setting them aside to trace over the memory of hip bones and soft thighs as his mouth finds the perfect nest of curls he remembers all too well.
"Mmm, did you miss me baby?" He murmurs, nosing against the shaft. Definitely Murdock smell... warm and a little sweaty, but him.
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Date: 2013-03-12 08:44 am (UTC)"Mm, you know it."
That... is not his normal voice.
(It's not even his normal sex voice, which is something else entirely.)
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Date: 2013-03-12 08:53 am (UTC)"My mouth..." he grins, kissing along the base. "My tongue?" He licks up the underside, flicking over the tip. "What did you miss?"
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Date: 2013-03-12 09:02 am (UTC)Still the same silly voice. God, he's missed being able to laugh with him like this.
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Date: 2013-03-12 09:08 am (UTC)The kind of laugh best stifled by doing that thing with his mouth that's almost as good as talking his way in.
He licks his lips and then kisses gently over the length before taking him easily between his lips, humming low in his throat.
Just like riding a bicycle.
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Date: 2013-03-12 09:12 am (UTC)That effectively shuts him up, at least temporarily.
"God, you're amazing..."
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Date: 2013-03-12 09:16 am (UTC)Still, he rewards it with a hard swallow, feeling him harden against his tongue with each slip of his lips.
He needs it in a way, that feeling of control - knowing he's still desired.
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Date: 2013-03-12 09:19 am (UTC)"Now... please.."
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Date: 2013-03-12 09:29 am (UTC)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..."
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Date: 2013-03-12 09:34 am (UTC)"Missed you, so much..." he says again, groaning. "Thought about this all the time... alone at night..."
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Date: 2013-03-12 09:40 am (UTC)"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.
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Date: 2013-03-12 09:43 am (UTC)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.
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Date: 2013-03-12 03:54 pm (UTC)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.
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Date: 2013-03-12 05:55 pm (UTC)"Great," he murmurs. "Never better."
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Date: 2013-03-12 07:33 pm (UTC)"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."
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