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: 2013-03-14 05:11 am (UTC)"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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Date: 2013-03-14 05:23 am (UTC)"Baby, you know I do."
His voice is thick, accent pronounced in the heat of the moment.
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Date: 2013-03-14 05:30 am (UTC)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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Date: 2013-03-14 05:47 am (UTC)"Yes..."
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Date: 2013-03-14 05:51 am (UTC)"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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Date: 2013-03-14 06:02 am (UTC)"You..."
There's a lot implied in that one little word.
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Date: 2013-03-14 06:06 am (UTC)"Mmm..." he lifts his head just enough to catch his eyes, offering a sedate smirk. "You."
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Date: 2013-03-14 06:11 am (UTC)"Feelin' better?"
If the smirk is any indication...
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Date: 2013-03-14 06:15 am (UTC)"You have that effect on me, Murdock." Be it with antics, when he's not the target, or otherwise.
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Date: 2013-03-14 06:40 am (UTC)"All part of my charm."
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Date: 2013-03-14 06:42 am (UTC)"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."