I Win
AN: Hey people, I know I've been horrible to you and haven't posted anything in ages. I don't even have a good excuse. Anyway, I was watching Dexter earlier and I was thinking, what if... and this fic explains the rest. This is just a drabble. Slash. Season 4. If you want more just leave a review telling me so. Just please review anyway. I love getting them. Feel free to check out my other stories as well. No flames please. Now, enjoy, and also I own nothing but this plot.
Rita had been very apprehensive about telling Dexter what had happened between her and Elliot. After what had happened with her last marriages she shuddered to think that the ruining of this one would be her doing. But when it came time for her to tell, and she told him, Dexter was surprisingly unresponsive, passive even. It was as if she was telling him about the weather forecast, not an affair. When he showed such lack of reaction it made her wonder if there was something more to those passing comments he made about his inhumanity. Or if maybe he had suspected.
What Rita didn't know was that her kiss with Elliot wasn't the first marital affair that her neighbor had had. In fact months before kissing her he had initiated something with another neighbor. And while Rita didn't know this, she was about to.
Rita was folding the laundry during one of the rare instances where the house was quiet. The kids were with their grandparents, and Harrison was asleep. Dexter was scheduled to be working late again, so presently Rita basically had the house to herself. As she was sorting the clean clothes into different piles a breeze blew the curtains away from the window, bringing with it a moan to her attention. Looking over at the window, movement through the window from the next door house caught her attention.
Getting up from her spot on the bed, Rita went over to the window, drawing back the curtains for a better view. There, from the other house, she saw Elliot thrusting into Dexter, her husband's head thrown back in ecstasy, his hands pulling her neighbor's lips to his own. Gasping, she stumbled back from the window, but not before she saw Dexter look at her through the windows, a quick smirk flashing across his face before he came, shouting Elliot's name.
When Rita had confessed to him about Elliot, the only thing Dexter felt was a slight annoyance. Not because of her infidelity, but because he had things to do. One of those things, or in this case person, was Elliot. And later, when Elliot was driving into him, gripping his hips so tight that they were sure to bruise, trailing kisses from his mouth to his chest, Dexter made sure to look towards his own house. He was more than pleased to see Rita staring in horror at what she was witnessing. Because while she may have kissed Elliot, he was fucking him. And as he came, one thought rose above the rest. "I win".