Boomer walks toward the door of the penthouse, slyly peering around in search of people on the patio or movement in the house. Convinced Donna was right, Boomer decides to go ahead and let himself in by trying his key first. The door easily opens after twisting the lock, causing Boomer to grumble, "Fucking cheap bastard." Referring to the landlord that uses the same key repeatedly throughout the building. Carefully closing the door behind him, Boomer briefly pauses, waiting for his eyes to adjust to the darkness before continuing into the penthouse. His brows shoot up when a light switches on and he finds Donna perched on the massive counter checking her watch.
"I knew you'd be back." Boomer narrows his eyes at her as Donna jumps off the counter and saunters to the fridge for a beer.
"So, ya bangin' the owner?" Boomer accuses.
Donna smiles, "Sometimes."
Boomer's jaw tenses as he immediately looks way. The actions don't go unnoticed by Donna, and determined to further press his buttons she questions, "Does that bother you, Boomykins?" Still avoiding her gaze, Boomerang shrugs his shoulder in response.
Passing Boomer, Donna slowly trails her hand along the large leather couch separating them.
"What if I told you this was my favorite place…"
"Enough!" Boomer bellows and Donna bites her lip in laughter. The Captain slowly walks over to a side table, picking up the framed photograph containing an image of a young Donna and an older, affluent looking couple.
"Explain," Boomerang orders and Donna takes a long drink from her beer.
"My parents," she curtly answers. Boomer clicks his tongue as he sets the image down and sends her a look of annoyance.
"So ya some spoiled, rich princess then?"
"Noooo….I'm hardly any of those things. You're rather grumpy tonight. Did your unicorn not put out?" She teased. Unamused, Boomer crosses his arms over his broad chest still awaiting an answer.
Donna curls her lip, "If you must know, Detective… my father literally died balls deep in a much younger woman. My mother never got over it and killed herself a year later when I was 17, thus leaving me with this magical kingdom." she finishes, sweeping her arms around.
Scratching his mutton chops while slowly chewing on his words, Boomer affirms, "So this is ya apartment…"
Studying her nails Donna interjects, "And building." causing Boomer's eyes to bulge.
"And yet, I stole ya rent money?" Boomer asks and reaches over, snatching the beer from her hand and downs the bottle.
"Were you raised in a barn? You could have asked." She chastises. Boomer wipes his mouth in response and she continues, clearly exasperated, "Yes, this is my building. Rent covers taxes and gives me few bucks to line my pocket."
"Ya the cheap bastard! Get me a new lock." He throws a pillow at her face at the realization.
"Hey now! You manage a building when you're 17. Luckily, Jefferson moved in downstairs and was willing to take over general maintenance of this place or it would be a bigger shithole," She points at him before adding, "A new lock means I can't come see you whenever I want. You're so peaceful when you sleep."
Gauging her last comment, Boomer bites his lip, wondering if she was sneaking in or toying with him. "Ya full of it! Boomerangs, remembah," he flashes the inside of his trench lined with the weapons.
"Can you teach me?"
"No." He shoots back as he walks outside and lights up a cigarette. Donna plucks it from Boomer's lips, placing it between her own.
"These things will kill you," she criticizes between puffs, slaying the cigarette in two long drags. His hand rakes his face knowing it was his last one.
"I might kill ya," he declares, his threat weak as fatigue starts to overcome him.
She idly pinches his cheek, "You're such a sweet talker. Take me home I'm tired."
"Ya are home," Boomerang points out.
Donna shakes her head, "Nah….I don't stay here. I like my apartment much better."
Boomer's eyes close with the first taste of the amber liquid, the noise of the bar temporarily fading as he felt the stress of the day melt away. He was given some bogus plans for a heist and nearly got caught hightailing it out as the police came to check the alarm. The only thing on his mind was either fucking something up or getting drunk; maybe both if the right person crosses his path.
An arm snakes around his shoulders and he immediately tenses, scowling to find Donna next to him.
"Fancy meeting you here!" Boomer shakes her arm off in frustration, downing his beer and sending a signal for another.
Donna overlooks Boomer's body language, making herself comfortable on his lap. The waitress sets down a pint and looks to Donna.
"Need anything doll?" She questions, but Donna shakes her head pinching Boomer's cheek.
"I have all I need right here," She says with a smile turning to Boomerang, his face remaining distant and cold, dropping a few bills on the bar.
"If you say so," the waitress adds while grabbing the money and helping the next person.
Turning in his lap so she's sitting sideways, Donna studies the tension in his face while Boomer appears fascinated by his beer. Her hand trails up Boomer's neck, fingers weaving into his curls and gently scraping her nails along his nape.
"Mmmm," rumbles from Boomer's chest.
"You going to share what's got you so tight?" Donna inquires.
Swallowing a large gulp, Boomer confesses, "No. I actually came here for some silence."
"Great choice, Sherlock. A loud bar is the perfect place," Donna jabs and Boomer chews the inside of his cheek. Tugging slightly on his hair, Boomer's eyes darken and his gaze is deadly but she presses, "Don't hold back Boomer-pants. I'm a good listener."
"Ya coulda fooled me, since ya always runnin' ya yap," he retorts, and Donna's brow arches. "Let's just go." Boomer stands and Donna slides off his lap.
"Don't make eye contact with this crazy bat," Boomer instructs Donna. It was the first words he had uttered since leaving the bar. The woman he was referring to was the local bum that yelled at passerby's for looking at her wife, which was the trash can she slept by. Naturally, Donna had lots of questions.
"Why not? She's a person you insensitive prick."
Boomer cracks his neck at her protest, slowly turning to face her, "Now's not tha time to be defiant." Donna takes his threat as a challenge, slowly backing away from Boomer as his face twists in anger at her blatant rebellion.
"Say…Ms?" The woman blinks a few times at Donna, her hand possessively touching the trash can. Donna offers a sincere smile and the woman squints, obviously not trusting Donna's intentions.
"I told ya not ta waste our time!" Boomer bellows. Donna cranes her neck to him and arches her brow; she then kneels before the woman causing Boomer to release a string of curses.
"What's your name?" Donna asks and the woman proudly declares.
"Princess Penelope Poopypants of Pucklandia." Donna has to suppress a giggle.
"Well that is quite the distinguished name. It really rolls off the tongue." Princess Penelope nods as Donna taps her finger on her chin, "Well 4P, it's nice to meet you. I'm sorry my friend is such an ass." Princess Penelope warily looks at Boomer and then loudly hisses. Donna falls over in laughter as Boomer growls back baring his teeth. Donna grabs the trash can to help herself up, causing Princess Penelope to suddenly look frantic with worry.
"Don't touch her!" Princess Penelope yells. Donna puts out her hands in a conciliatory gesture.
"Woah! I'm sorry…I didn't mean to touch her." Donna curiously looks the garbage can over as Princess Penelope scoots over and hugs the can, whispering to it as her face caresses the metal. Donna slowly backs way.
"It was nice meeting you Penny!" Donna waves as she continues to back down the street. She stops when she hits a brick wall, or so she thinks, until she turns to see it's Boomer. His glare is steely, flickering between Donna and Princess Penelope, who is now riled up, screaming and pointing at people.
"Don't you look at her! She's MY wife!"
Boomerang's hands dig into Donna's shoulders as he spins her, hunching himself down to eye level.
"I hope ya happy."
"Very," she sweetly smiles in return.
Boomer starts walking and Donna has to practically run to keep up with him.
"You need a nap or a good lay. I've never seen you this pissy," she babbles.
"Ya don't get the hint do ya? Let me spell it out for ya…leave me alone. I don't want ta hear ya voice or see ya face after we walk through the door," Boomer fumes between his clenched teeth and points to the building.
Donna opens her mouth and closes it.
"Finally, ya get the hint. Have a nice fuckin' life," Boomerang brushes her off by walking into the building.
It came as a pleasant surprise that nearly two weeks had passed without seeing or hearing from Donna. In a way, Boomer did miss the weird, talkative woman. One evening he found himself outside her door, hesitant about knocking and facing the woman after so easily disposing of her. From what he knew of the firecracker, she wouldn't make his reappearance easy. Before he could follow through with a decision, loud voices in the stairwell catch his attention and he moves to see what the commotion is. Several people are climbing upwards and he curiously follows them to rooftop penthouse, where a raging party is in full swing. As Boomer scans the crowd, he easily lifts a beer from a patron and makes his way into the apartment, people eagerly parting to allow for his passage. Boomer freezes upon spotting Donna, pressed between the wall and a man, her legs and arms wrapped around him as they passionately make out. A white hot jealousy rips through Boomerang as he crushes the cup of beer in his hand. The man moves to her neck and Donna looks up, observing Boomer, and a slow simper spreads along her face as Boomer grimaces.
Keeping her eyes trained on him, Donna tugs on her partner's hair as she softly whispers in his ear, "Uh oh, my boyfriend's here."
The man pulls away with confusion, "What?" He cranes his neck to follow Donna's gaze and spots Boomer still planted in place, breathing heavily with the crushed cup still in his fight tight fist. The man suddenly releases Donna, darting around the opposite side of the room and out the door.
Donna smooths out her dress before sauntering toward Boomer, stepping on top of her coffee table to place herself at eye level.
"You here to apologize?" she queries with a mocking tone.
Anger still radiating off his body, his lip curls as he speaks, "Nah, I'd nevah do that. I meant everythin' I said."
Stepping off the table, Donna reaches for his hand, "I think I know why you're here." She guides him around the corridor into a bedroom, closing and locking the door. Boomerang slips off his jacket, electricity coursing through his veins as Donna presses her palms to his chest and he backs into the bed, falling with a plop. Donna straddles his lap and his hands instantly reach under, squeezing her ass. She grabs a fistful of his tank top, leaning down and biting his lower lip. Boomer bucks his hip upwards, pulling her hips down, dropping his head to trail kisses down her collar bone and the valley between her modest breasts.
"Ya drive me fuckin' crazy," he confesses. Jerking back Boomer sheds his shirt, and Donna's hands are immediately pawing at his chest and abdomen. Boomer leans back on his elbows, while her nails scratch along the waist of his jeans. Running her tongue along her lip, she curls her finger in the waistband as the other unbuckles his belt and undoes his pants. As she steps off the bed, Boomer stands to take off his pants.
"Too bad you don't have that unicorn. I meant what I said." her words breathy as her eyes soak in his naked form. Boomerang slides back on the bed, spitting in his hand before stroking his hardened length.
"Ya don't need it because I'll show ya." Donna bites her lip as she crawls on the end of the bed, stopping just before his feet, her eyes large as he rubs his cock. Standing up on her knees, Donna keeps her eyes fixated on Boomer's prick while one hand drags the hemline of her dress up her thigh and her other slips into her top, kneading her breast. Boomer's pace quickens at the sight before him, Donna's fingers now working her core and teasing her breasts.
Unable to remain at the foot of the bed, Donna strips to reveal that she's without undergarments and positions herself on her side next to Boomer. She bites Boomer's shoulder, watching him spread precum around his head and working it down his shaft.
"Watching you is so fuckin' hot. I'm so turned on right now," she writhes at her confession.
"Is ya pussy wet thinkin' about me dick?" Boomer chokes out in a gravelly voice.
"It's so wet," she whines. Boomer's hand darts over, covering her's and she moans in satisfaction.
"No, I want to feel your cock next to me," she confides. Sitting up and positing herself above Boomer, his hands migrating to her hips as she rubs her wet cunt along his erection.
"Fuck, darlin'...ya feel good. I don't know if I can last." Donna slides her wet folds up and down his shaft as Boomer guides her pace.
"Just imagine how good ya would feel in me," she murmurs and Boomer tilts her hips so the head of his cock is hitting her swollen clit.
Donna cries, "Right there! Right fucking there!" Her free hand twisting and playing with her nipples as her head falls back in ecstasy.
"I'm going to cum, Boomer," she barely spits out as her orgasm hits.
Her back arching as she rides through the waves, Boomer's grip tightening as he directs her along his throbbing erection. She uses her juices to slide along faster and Boomer's face twists, "I'm gonna blow me load." His hips jut forward as hot semen spurts out, Donna slowly milking him until he's finished, leaving her hand covered.
She seductively licks his seed off her fingers, "Mmmm, tasty."
"Ya a nasty little girl," Boomer declares between breaths.
"I'll accept this kind of an apology," she says, before leaning down for a kiss.