Wrong room
He fucks her on Cass' bed and it feels like revenge; for leaving and killing and raping and leaving, mostly for leaving.
Call him a monster for it, he probably is one, but he'd rather be in bad guy exile with his brother than here alone.
Well… maybe not right here because virgin is always a great place to be.
It's her first time and it seems mean to practically rip this gift from her while on top a pile of Cassidy's clothes, but she's angry at him, too, and the anger seems to take away some of the sting for her.
They aren't even drunk.
He'd found her number in his phone and sent her a message. Stone sober. She'd driven over and offered it up.
He knows if Ronnie was in town she wouldn't have even considered it, but she's not. Little Mackie is all alone, left a virgin, and wondering why she couldn't get his brother off. If there was something wrong with her.
He was glad to offer his opinion and she was too desperate not to say yes.
So he fucks her and knows that something had to have been wrong on Cassidy's end because she kisses like she needs him and her body is this sensitive, reactive mess of soft, hot skin and nerves.
He pushes her over the edge and hopes that it stains the bed and the clothing because he's so God damn angry at his brother for not telling him. So angry at himself, and her arching under him, her nails biting into his back, the room filled with panting and the long primal noise of her orgasm makes some of that anger disappear because maybe he couldn't do anything for his brother, but at least he can finish what was probably the only good thing he'd ever done.
He comes inside her and tries to remember if she said she was on the pill or not. She must be because she just kind of rolls into him at the feel of it rather than a wide eyed anger.
He collapses on her. She makes a soft puff of noise at his weight, but doesn't make a move to shuffle him out and off.
"Dick..." His name a whisper in the otherwise silent house. He's surprised she says it, shouldn't it break whatever spell she had cast on herself for her to be losing her virginity to anyone that wasn't him.
"Uh huh?"
"I was...it was...are you..." She can't seem to decide exactly what she wants to ask.
Was she good? Yes. She moved like everything he did was magic.
Was it good? Fuck yes.
Are you alright? No. God no.
She decides against saying anything. Her fingers are in his hair and he swears to God she's trying to comfort him.
"Can we do it again?" She asks nervously. He pushes himself up off her chest and looks down at her, sliding out of her, fully coming out of her and dripping onto the bedding. Most of the clothing had fallen to the floor.
Her skin is flushed and she's finding her hands awfully interesting.
"You want to have sex with me again?"
He watches her swallow and open her mouth. No sound comes out. She nods.
"Why?"
She looks at him with wide, bright eyes.
"I enjoyed it." She tells him like this should be enough reason and if she was anyone else it would be.
"You did..."
"I'm sorry, was I supposed to scream like a porn star to prove that?" She asks, her eyebrow raised and her mouth twisting around the words.
He's a little bit amazed at her. She's still spread out underneath him, not a scrap of clothing on, and she doesn't seem to be all that ashamed or nervous.
She's not like any other virgin he's had who always wants to cuddle and immediately put their clothes back on.
He just looks at her for a long moment. He can't believe her.
Her eyes go wide, "It was awful. That's why you don't want to fuck again, isn't it?
He likes that she swears, that she calls it what it is because they, sure as fuck, aren't making love
"It was good." Really good, but his job is done. He's proven to her that she's not broken. Now she can go off and find a nice, new boyfriend. A nice guy who'll buy her flowers and take her out and be good to her. "Find yourself a nice boy, Ghostworld." He tells her moving to the end of the bed to retrieve his boxers.
"I don't want a niceboy, Dick. Why would I play that game again? The waiting and wishing and hoping and wondering if this is normal, if he's just waiting because he really wants to respect me, or if there's something wrong with me. Or him." She pulls on a button up from the floor, Cassidy's, "I'm not asking you to be my boyfriend, Dick. I'm just asking for you to fuck me. Good and hard and rough..."
She doesn't say the likeIdeserve,but he hears it anyway.
She's up on her knees and the button up hangs off her small form, but she hasn't done up any buttons yet so there's a wide stripe of skin down the center of her that looks soft and hot and far too appealing.
"Fuck." He hisses and pushes her back down onto the bed. She moves to pull the shirt off, "Keep it on." He hisses and her hands drop from the fabric, "I'm not staying here long, Mac." He tells her, his mouth breaking from her skin, "I'll be in the Caymans with Big Dick." She presses her hand against his mouth.
"The only Big Dick I want to hear about right now is yours." She tells him and her voice is dark and breathy, causing his anatomy to harden.
He pulls up away from her burning skin, she knows this is temporarily. He doesn't have to explain anything to her because she knows that this is a mess that needs to end. That this is wrong and bad, but they need it right now...he needs it.
He pushes into her. She's not as tight but hot, soaked, stained by him and he bites his lip to keep from just fucking losing it because the idea of owning her speeds up his rapid heartbeat. Her body is fucking amazing. She wouldn't even have to do a thing and she'd still be in the top five best lays he's ever had.
She pushes up against him, her fingers pressing hard into his skin.
She moans out his name and arches up into him, "Harder." She practically begs and he slams into her, moving the bed.
She's a quick study because her movements are more confident this time, pulling low, primal sounds out of him.
She must have been half way there before he even touched her because she tumbles over that edge quickly; then again maybe she has just found out she likes the rough stuff.
It's loud, and in his ear, and surrounded by shaky, panting breathing. Her fingers digging into his skin, sharp, burning points of contact as she tries to pull him in deeper, forever.
He grabs her face and forces her to look at him. He's never seen anyone drown, but he figures that look must be awfully close and when his name slips past her lips, hot and desperate, it pulls him closer to the edge.
She's seeing though a euphoric haze, but she asks him what he wants her to do, what he wants to do to her, what she can do for him.
He grabs her hands off him and pins her, squirming, to the bed before he grabs a leg and bends her until he hits something that makes her desperate to touch him. A panting mess beneath him, he slams into her rough and she squirms and begs him to let her touch him before her words garble and her orgasm throws him over the edge and he fills her up.
He pulls out watching her, full up, leaking, panting, red faced, her hands on him quickly, running across his skin before they settle tired at her side.
He lays down next to her this time, listening to her try to school her breathing.
"Again?" She asks like she expects to never get laid again.
"Are you serious?" He asks, but when he looks at her he knows she absolutely serious. She moves so that she's straddling him and she is making a beautiful mess of Cassidy's bed. He's pretty sure it's on purpose which makes him like her a little more.
Fuck they need therapy.
She slides back so that his legs are captured by her and she's staring at his dick like she expects it to tell her the secrets of the universe.
Her gaze is on fire and, okay, is making him a little hot. She's close to him, her breath is on him and he knows what she wants to do.
She looks up at him quickly, "You'll tell me if I do it wrong, right?"
He's not sure she could do anything wrong, especially with his dick in her mouth, but he nods and she runs her tongue up him, cleaning him of her taste and his last load. She swallows and he makes note of it.
It's clumsy and half way through he stops her in order to bury himself in her.
He tells her to say his name.
She tells him to say hers.
He wants to be sure she's thinking about him, he doesn't want to know why she wants to hear him say her name.
He calls her Cindy and she freezes under him for a second before, with a breathy moan of his name, she comes again.
When they untangle themselves this time, he is spent.
There's nothing left in him to give and thankfully she's not in the receiving kind of mood anymore.
"I'm hungry. Is that weird?" She asks quietly and it's kind of nice that she asks him that kind of thing. Is it weird she likes it rough? No. Should it make that noise? It's fine. Is it good if I do this? Yes, God, yes.
"I get hungry after, too." He rolls off the bed and walks naked into his own room to get dressed.
She follows, pulling on jeans and her bra along the way.
Her purse is in his room and they both stare at it for a moment.
"You want some cereal?"
She shrugs but follows him down into the kitchen.
They eat cereal and watch Super Troopers and he thinks that maybe, in a few years, when the sex is about them and not about how fucking broken they are, that they should date or get married, or something.
He's sure he's ruined her for other men anyway. She gives him her number in case of emergencies. He doesn't know what kind of emergency she means but he doesn't call.
He doesn't really give her too much thought for the next ten years.
Not until Veronica's back, and Logan's cleared (again).
Not until she shows up at his place, in the middle of the night, with a box of Fruit Loops and a copy of Super Troopers.
This time they eat and watch the movie first and he calls her the next day.
