Day 3: I Love It When A Wedding (and a plan) Comes Together

[notjustaface]

There was no doubt about it, Mel/Mia was definitely in on the gig, between the gun and fake documents stored in her cabin and a key to what could only be a storage locker they had more than enough evidence to take her down hard.

Problem was, she didn't strike either of them as the leader of the operation - she was sweet, pretty, just the sort of con Face was the master of. Which usually meant there was a boss pulling the strings. With less than twenty-four hours before dock, it was hard to focus on getting ready for the wedding when he was going over every face on the boat they'd met in the last two days. Between the two of them, they'd practically been social butterflies - making best friends of most of the boat.

They're taking in some last minute time by the pool pretending to go over their vows only a couple hours before the altar, going over the plan if they can only nab half the pair.

"We'll flush her out," Face shakes his head, pushing up off his towel and stretching enough to make his small speedo even more scandalous. "Have Hannibal and BA grab Mia and then make a run for the hold - assuming the guns are in the hold."

Which is a big assumption.

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[notthatcrazy]

He hisses at the intrusion, unexpected as it always is even when he knows it's coming, but he can feel the tenderness in the touch.

"God... yes."

[notjustaface]

Murdock's easy, over the years he's learned when to push where and exactly how much he can get away with - it's part of the pleasure of teasing him, knowing that no matter what he's got the dance down and can focus on the music.

The soft rustle of the bedspread under them, the way his skin still tastes faintly of alcoholic aftershave as he traces hard circles toward his adam's apple, the way his chest flushes warm and pink under the coarse hair when he's penetrated. The beauty of it all.

"You like that, don't you?" He grins, nipping a little rougher at the prominent lump under his lips as his pace pushes the slightest bit faster - not even close to enough to do more than tease.

[notthatcrazy]

"You know it."

He rests his hands on the small of his back, roughly pulling him closer.

"Too damn well."

[notjustaface]

It's hard to maneuver in such close quarters, but he's not exactly complaining - leaving two gentle fingers buried inside him as he bruises his lips with a rough kiss.

"No such thing as too well - not when it's us... not until you're so high you think it's as good as flying." Which is damn high praise as far as he's concerned.

[notthatcrazy]

Judging by the look on his face, he's a good way there already. Face knows just how far to push the teasing.

"God..."

Anything further he has to say is lost in a low moan.

[notjustaface]

And that's the look he was waiting for... eyes nearly crossed, face ruddy and panting for breath.

Barely shifting his weight, he withdraws his strong hand and guides himself into position. It's an easy fit, filling his lover as he slides close to wrap his arms around Murdock's shoulders and hold him close.

"I love you..." he moans, the words barely audible but clear enough for him in their meaning.

[notthatcrazy]

He groans, long and low, as he slides home.

"Love you too.. so much..."

His voice is barely above a whisper, breath catching in his throat, but he knows the words are heard and felt.

[notjustaface]

Sometimes, Face wonders if he doesn't say it as much as Murdock needs to believe he's telling the truth - sometimes he wishes it wasn't so hard to say it when he they weren't having sex - but in that moment, all he wonders is if he maybe should have held out longer before pushing him against the mattress with slow, purposeful strokes.

"How much?"

[notthatcrazy]

"How much do I love you?"

Asking for coherent thought at the moment is a stretch, Templeton.

[notjustaface]

Coherency is overrated, but hearing sweet nothings moaned against his ear is priceless.

"You heard me," he grins, running his tongue over the curve of Murdock's earlobe. "Keep talking..."

[notthatcrazy]

"Love you so much," he whispers in between heated moans. "More than I know how to say..."

He wishes they could talk about this when they're not having sex, but he knows that's the only time Face lets himself be open and vulnerable. It's both touching and frustrating, somehow.

"You always make me feel safe."

He very much wants that feeling to be mutual.

[notjustaface]

Safe. It's a form of the highest praise he can think of.

"Yeah?" He pants heavily, closing his eyes as he buries his face against Murdock's cheek with warm kisses.

It's hard to stay slow when he's like this, when he wants nothing more than to be eager and maybe a little rough... and then try to push himself for more. But, he manages only a little faster with each firm buck of his hips while his arms squeeze his partner even tighter.

[notthatcrazy]

"You always take care of me..."

He runs a hand through Face's hair, ruffling the already mussed locks, wanting to poke holes in that perfect facade to see what's underneath.

"... Always remind me I'm not alone..."

[notjustaface]

Almost gasping, Face moans against his ear - Murdock knows just how to get him undone. "Never alone..."

Even when they're not together, not alone.

Shaking slightly, he digs his fingers into Murdock's shoulders from behind, clutching him as tight as he can. "God... yes... baby..."

[notthatcrazy]

He lets his other hand linger on Face's back, fingernails digging in slightly.

"Let it go, baby, I've got you."

He leans up to press a kiss to his ear.

"Always have, always will."

[notjustaface]

He's not one to cry, and definitely not one to cry when his body's somewhere over the moon with pleasure, but he finds the tears once more stinging his eyes - making him thankful for the small beads of sweat under Murdock's hair. Not crying. Just a little sweat in my eyes.

"Uh-huh..." he gulps back, biting into his lower lip as his muscles begin to clench and throb.

[notthatcrazy]

He totally sees right through that, Face.

"Yeah...that's it..."

His hand digs in to his back a bit deeper as he feels him start to lose control.

[notjustaface]

Swallowing back another rough lump, not even sure which is putting it there - pleasure or emotions - he shakes his head against Murdock's cheek.

"Not yet, baby... hold back... I need it... you... just wait..."

Barely restraining a low moan against his ear, Face lets himself move faster and harder against him, rocking his hips until his body flushes hot and he can't even hold himself back any more.

[notthatcrazy]

He holds out as long as he can, but it's not longer before he's letting himself go, feeling the wetness between them.

"God, I love you..."

[notjustaface]

Pushing himself just a little longer past the pleasant burn of over sensitive nerves firing on all cylinders, Face finally gives at the panting words against the side of his head - letting himself stop still lingering inside him, wrapped around him and almost afraid to let go.

"I know..." he whispers, kissing Murdock's ear and holding him even tighter, "I love you too."

He wants to say he's sorry for every time his eyes have wandered, for every bad thing he's ever done and all the things he knows he will do - to confess and apologize and beg forgiveness just to make that moment pure and right. Instead, he whispers again; "I love you."

[notthatcrazy]

He tenses as at the familiar feeling, eventually letting himself relax as Face's weight settles on top of him.

"Shh," he soothes. "I know."

[notjustaface]

It's a long moment before he even moves, just letting himself relax against the soothing rumble of Murdock's voice as he comes back down again. Finally, a knock on the door drags him out of his daze and he lifts his head just enough to murmur; "If that's Hannibal I'm gonna kill him."

[notthatcrazy]

"Wrong room," he calls out to whoever it is, burrowing closer to Face's side. "No one here but us dust bunnies."

[notjustaface]

It comes again, a little more curtly, with what could only be code. "He's tapping 'open now'. I'm gonna hurt him." Face whispers, lifting his head up with a slight smile that only shows a hit of red wet eyes. "Go clean up, I'll handle the boss."

Not even bothering with the decency of a towel, he stumbles up on his feet, wiping off with a tissue beside the bed on his way to the door.

"We're kind of busy," he groans with a nonplussed eyebrow when he opens the door halfway into a morse code lecture about opening doors. "If you don't mind, I've got... oooh... cake..."

"You've got at least ten minutes before second wind." Hannibal frowns, only slightly, and hands over a large plate-sized slab with two forks stuck in it. "You could have grabbed a towel."

"You could have waited five minutes."

Hannibal's frown quirks to a near grin and he shook his head; "You're shameless."

"You're going to let us resume our honeymoon." Face smirks, licking his lower lip.

For a moment, Hannibal's silent - taking note of the dark shadows and pink irritation of his Lieutenant's eyes - and then he nods slowly. "As you were. Leave him fit for flying tomorrow, got it?"

"No worries, boss. Doctor Love's on duty."

[notthatcrazy]

He hears the door shut from the bathroom, where he's cleaning off and getting ready for round two.

"You are a shameless exhibitionist. What'd Hannibal want?"