The Other Woman

[notjustaface]

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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[notthatcrazy]

"So're you, baby..."

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

[notjustaface]

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.

[notthatcrazy]

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."

[notjustaface]

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.

[notthatcrazy]

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."

[notjustaface]

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.

[notthatcrazy]

Happy place. Going to it now.

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

[notjustaface]

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..."

[notthatcrazy]

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

"Go on.."

[notjustaface]

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.

[notthatcrazy]

He growls playfully.

"Baby, you know I do."

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

[notjustaface]

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..."

[notthatcrazy]

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

"Yes..."

[notjustaface]

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.

[notthatcrazy]

It probably doesn't help that Murdock's busy touching him as much as he can.

"You..."

There's a lot implied in that one little word.

[notjustaface]

He likes the touch, touch is good. It's grounding and making it easy to be as close to the surface as he ever really is with anyone.

"Mmm..." he lifts his head just enough to catch his eyes, offering a sedate smirk. "You."

[notthatcrazy]

He smiles lazily, continuing the light touches.

"Feelin' better?"

If the smirk is any indication...

[notjustaface]

Slowly, Face shifts his weight toward his side and tucks down comfortably against his friend - letting his lips brush over his shoulder with uncharacteristically soft kisses before he nods against the firm flesh.

"You have that effect on me, Murdock." Be it with antics, when he's not the target, or otherwise.

[notthatcrazy]

He brings their still-joined hands up to return the finger kiss.

"All part of my charm."

[notjustaface]

It really is. In a maddening sort of way he's not quite able to pin down.

"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."