I dunno guys. Like why do I always have the urge to write the AU that didn't need to be written lol this has at least ten cliche tropes in it too.
"Oh no, anyone but you." Was Courtney's dread filled response when she saw Duncan. Her car had broken down on the way home from work in the middle of pouring rain, and he was the last person she wanted to see.
"I'm not too keen on putting up with you either." Duncan said as he jogged over to her from his car, already he was getting soaked from the storm. "My brother is stuck at the police station, and no one else is coming out in this weather. I'm all you got, Princess." He yelled over the sound of rain hitting the pavement.
"Lucky me. You better be good with cars." She threatened.
"Hate to break it to you sweetheart but I'm just here to pick you up." Courtney used her hand to shield the rain from her eyes.
"Pardon?"
"There's nothing that can be done right now and no towing company is going to come out in this weather. So how about we skip the back and forth and I bring you home. Drew can bring you to get your car in the morning." As much as she wanted to protest for arguments sake, she couldn't find any flaws in his logic.
"Fine!" She stomped over to his car, her heels already sloshing with water. She made an unpleasant squishing sound as she settled in the front seat.
She and her boyfriend's brother had never gotten along. From the first time they met they had bickered, never able to agree on anything. She didn't know what it was about him that made her want to contest everything he did or said. Maybe it his punk exterior and overall lack of respect for authority; whatever it was they rubbed each other the wrong way.
Duncan closed the car door against the harsh winds.
"I swear you guys are perfect for each other, you both have big poles up your asses."
"Just take me home!" She shouted louder than she needed to in the confines of the vehicle.
"Gladly."
They drove less than a block down the street before the rain had gotten so bad that even with the windshield wipers on full speed, Duncan could hardly see.
"Shit."
"What?" Courtney grit out with her arms crossed over her chest, partially from frustration but also from being soaked through her clothing. At the traffic light Duncan cautiously took a right instead of going straight.
"Where are you taking me?"
"Listen, I enjoy a good thrill, but I'm not trying to die tonight. My apartments closer, we'll wait out the storm."
"No! The last thing I want to do after the night I've had is be stuck with you any longer than I need to!" Courtney's heart sped up at the notion. Something about being alone with Duncan for too long made her nervous.
"Too bad Princess, get over it." He inflicted with the nickname he knew she despised.
"I'd rather walk." She countered with her eyes narrowed. Duncan brought the car that was already crawling to a full stop and turned to her, his pierced eyebrow raised.
"Are you sure about that?" Courtney considered braving the storm, she was tough, she could do it. Then she saw the flooding streets and branches that threatened to break off of trees and reconsidered. She sighed in defeat and rested her head against the headrest. Eyes on the roof of the car.
She ignored him for the rest of the drive.
Courtney couldn't believe how tidy and clean looking Duncan's apartment was as she stood kind of awkwardly in the doorway. She had to pry off her heels and once she looked up she was shocked to see Duncan stripping off his shirt.
"What are you doing?" Courtney was flustered by the turn of events and hoped her cheeks weren't visibly red.
"What did you expect me to do? Stay in wet clothes?"
"No! But you don't have to change in front of me!" His shirt smacked against the floor and Courtney diverted her eyes. Duncan found it too easy to make fun of her for it.
"Are you shy or something, Princess? I won't tell my brother you got a free show." He winked even though she couldn't see.
"Can you act like an adult for one second in your life!"
"See that's the problem with you Courtney. You need to loosen up."
"You need to grow up!" She could hear the footfalls of him walking towards her but kept her eyes diverted until he put his hands on her shoulders, to which she made a show of crinkling up her freckled nose in disgust.
"You know we'll get sick if we stay like this. I'm gonna change and get you some dry clothes, all right?"
She shrugged his hands off her shoulders indifferently. As he turned his back to walk away though Courtney couldn't stop herself from sneaking a peak at his bare back as he disappeared behind a door she assumed to be his bedroom. She shivered and blamed it on being cold.
Duncan lounged on his couch as he aimlessly flipped through channels on the TV while Courtney changed. She aggravated him like no woman had before. She didn't take his bullshit which constantly grated his patience. It also didn't help that she was so effortlessly gorgeous. It made it all the more possible and impossible to hate her. He supposed her and his straight laced brother made a good pair, but there was a fire in her personality that his brother didn't have. Where Drew was like water calming a flame, Duncan was like kerosene.
The bathroom door opened without Courtney emerging at first, Duncan craned his neck to see what was the hold up. She reluctantly stepped out wearing one of his old skull shirts and a pair of his boxers.
"Don't you own any normal people clothes-" she paused mid sentence at the stare that she could practically feel burning through her. It was quiet for a moment and suddenly Courtney was extremely self conscious.
"I know, I look ridicu-"
"You look good-" He caught himself and stuttered a recovery "-fine. I mean you look fine."
"Thanks..." She replied, not sure if that was a compliment. It was quiet again as they considered one another and Courtney noticed that although he changed into sweatpants he was still lacking a shirt.
"I should text Drew... let him know I'm safe.. and all that.."
"Right... you do that..."
This time it was he who was watching her walk away.
Her weight dipped into the couch as Courtney sat down tentatively.
"Doesn't look like the rain is letting up." She started. Duncan nodded with his eyes on the screen but no focusing on whatever show was playing. It was silent save for the television until Courtney broke the awkward silence again.
"Thank you...for you know..." Courtney wasn't always the most eloquent when showing gratuity.
"I wasn't gonna just leave you stranded. I'm not a monster."
"I know." Duncan was surprised at the genuine response.
"You do?" He was giving her that weird stare again that made Courtney tuck her legs under her and wrap her arms around them. "Then why do you fight with me all the time?"
"Why do you fight with me all time?" She repeated the words back to him to evade the question.
"Cause it's fun." It shouldn't have, but that enraged her.
"Cause it's fun? Do you get some kind of sick enjoyment from pissing me off? Is that entertaining to you? What the hell is your problem Duncan!" She stood up to tower over him. At that Duncan fought back.
"You are my problem!"
"Me?" She was incredulous at the notion that she was the issue here.
"Yes you, Princess."
"Stop calling me that!"
"Why should I? That's what you are: an uptight, nose in the air, Princess!" Her mouth dropped open. No one has ever talked like that to her before or had the gall to tell her off.
"Well you're just an immature delinquent! "
"Is that all you got? I've heard worse." Courtney was so angry that she couldn't even form a witty comeback.
"I hate you!" She screamed Duncan chuckled before getting closer to her face.
"You want to know what I think your problem is Court. Ney." He said putting emphasis on each syllable. Her jaw was clenched and if looks alone could kill, he would be six feet under. He got even closer so that they were almost nose to nose. "I think your problem is that you don't hate me at all. You want to hate me, but you don't. In fact, I think you like me. I think you like the piercings and tattoos and that I don't give a fuck about what people think. I think you secretly love that I'm nothing like my brother. I think the reason I bother you so much is because you want me and that drives you crazy. Admit it. I make you want to lose control."
For a moment Duncan thought that he had maybe gone too far. Courtney was seething so loudly that it could be heard over the storm. Her fists we balled up at her sides and he swore she was shaking a little. Admittedly, he was a bit afraid of what she might do to him but he didn't back down. She'd met her match.
Then it all happened so quickly.
Her hands framed his face when she forcibly pressed her mouth passionately against his. The impact of her body melting into his made him stumble backwards. After the shock that she had kissed him wore off Duncan wrapped his arms around her back, his hands gripping his shirt that she wore. Her tongue ran hungrily along his lips and he opened his mouth so they could meet.
She found his tongue ring and gasped at the throbbing pleasure running through her from just kissing him. Duncan's hands explored greedily over her body, the lust he had been harboring for so long finally running free; but touching her over her clothes wasn't enough, his fingers snuck up her back underneath the fabric. He groaned at how soft her skin was and how he wanted nothing more than to touch every inch of it. To commit her body to memory.
A crack of thunder that rattled the apartment jolted Courtney back to her senses.
She jumped back as if she had been burned and caught her breath. Duncan cursed at loss of her touch, then took in her horrified expression and he too realized what they had just done.
"Oh fuck." He muttered, his eyes wide.
Courtney had no words. There was nothing she could say to explain what had just transpired and nothing that could take it back. The worst part was she didn't want to. She wanted to pick to do it again.
"I need to leave." Courtney said abruptly. She hurried for the door but Duncan caught her hand.
"Wait... you can't leave in this." Lightening flashed in the windows to accentuate his point. "He doesn't have to know. You can sleep in my room and I'll take the couch. We'll pretend it never happened." Courtney ripped her hand out of his. The next thing Duncan knew, his bedroom door slamming behind her.
Neither of them got much sleep that night.
