The ratter-out-er

It only took about twenty minutes to get back to Trenton. My mood was now a roller coaster; I couldn't decide whether to be nervous, happy, excited or angry.

Carlos assessing my mood decided to come out of his Zen calm driving zone. I think he plans full scale invasions of third world countries, overthrowing the dictator of a country that doesn't even exist on the world map and rescuing damsels in distress like myself.

"Babe"

"What?"

"Stop acting so jittery." I think he sighed.

"I am not acting jittery. Wow I haven't used that word in ages."

"Babe. Why are you so nervous?" I don't know could it be the fact that my deepest, darkest secret just came out. And the person that ratted me out is gonna pay for it. I didn't express these thoughts out loud.

"I'm not nervous. I'm excited. And I'm bored. Talk to me." Distraction is what he pays me big bucks for.

"Steph" Uh oh. Serious convo, here I come. I don't like serious discussions, they are a waste of time and energy. Plus there is a better use of your tongue than talking. Damn I'm so good at distractions I can even distract myself.

"We haven't talked about living arrangements yet. I would like you to live with me. If you want we don't have to stay at the Penthouse on seven. We can look for a house closer or travel to work from the Batcave. Whatever you want babe, I don't want to force anything on you but I don't want to go back to living separately either." He was rambling now. It was cute, even adorable. Man if I didn't already love him, it would happen now.

"Carlos stop rambling. Yes I will move in with you on seven. We can discuss about getting a house later." I sighed. I already have a house in Trenton. I'm going to take him there on his birthday, which is two weeks away. With all the talking, thinking and rambling, I realised we were already in the Rangeman garage.

Carlos turned off the engine and came to the passenger door to help me out. We walked hand in hand to the elevator. We stopped at five to check in with the control room. Carlos went to his office and I headed over to my betrayer.

"Hola, mi amigo." I said (Hello, my friend) Hector had been my friend before I even met Patrick. He taught me how to hack, until I was better than him. There was nothing that could keep us out of any system we wanted to attack. He was already in a gang when we met. He saved me from being raped and for that I'll always be grateful. I knew that he only wants the best for me, but still it was my story to tell.

"Steph." Against what all of Rangeman believes, Hector is the most fluent person in the English language I've ever known. He could even be an English teacher.

"You ratted me out."

"I did not 'rat you out', I helped you out. I gave you an opportunity to talk. We both know that if I let you have your way, you would've never said anything." He was right, but that didn't make me any less angry.

Hector could always read me like an open book. There isn't a thing about me that he doesn't know. He stood up and gave a tight hug before I could push him away, and just like that all my anger melted away. He's the best friend anyone could ever ask for.

With a soft kiss on my forehead he whispered "Quideria, move on. He was your past and this is your present and future. Don't push it away. Comprende?"

"Si." I held on for a moment longer and then looked up and gave him a smile.

"Babe, if I was a lesser man I would be feeling threatened." Carlos spoke from the doorway with a smile.

"You even have Hector wrapped around your little pinkie." He elaborated

"Hombre, me ha tenido durante anos." (Man, she's had me for years.) Hector stated. Ranger laughed. Male bonding at its finest.

Ranger pulled me out of Hector's grasp and kissed me on the lips, tongue and all. Insecure my foot, more like marking territory.

"Soy gay recuerda?" (I'm gay remember?) Hector asked.

"Yeah I know." He then pulled me out of the cubicle and back to the elevator.

We stepped out on seven and Carlos unlocked the apartment door. I stepped in. The door shut and I was slammed up against it. Carlos started nibbling on my neck and moved towards my jaw. Surprised to feel the cool wood of the door, I realised my shirt was off. He unhooked my bra and played with my nipples, still kissing my lips feverishly. He then stepped away leaving me on the edge. Then with a growl picked me up bridal style and moved towards the bedroom.

[For all you sexually frustrated people out there, that's about as far as I'm willing to go with sex. ]

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The next morning I woke up to Carlos playing with my hair. His naked body draped over mine, hid head in the crook of my neck and fingers in my hair, twirling my curls.

"Babe, do you want to move your stuff in today?" his voice was still husky from sleep

"Um no." I mumbled

"Babe? You don't want to move in…?" before I could speak he continued, "I knew it. You can't keep playing games with me Steph." Before he could move away I tightened my arms around his back.

"Shhh. Listen." I waited for his nod before speaking "I don't want to move my stuff in because I don't want any of the clothes I have in my apartment. I need a new wardrobe. Most of the clothes I have in my apartment are either ripped, stained or slutty. I don't have a decent pair of jeans. Plus all the furniture I own is useless."

"I'm sorry for jumping to conclusions." His was small. "I don't know why I'm so insecure. I just… don't know. I still can't believe that you are here with me. I keep thinking that this is all just a dream and I'll wake up to find out nothing really happened."

"It's okay Carlos. I know this past week has been very hectic on your emotions. It can't be easy with everything I unloaded on you."

"Steph I love you."

"I love you too Carlos. Now we need to get up, I have a closet to shop for." I was giddy with excitement. I haven't been able to shop properly for three years. You don't know how hard it is to have millions of dollars on your fingertips and not be able to use that money. The apartment I lived in was a dumpster. I have a nice five bedroom house with a heated swimming pool not even ten minutes from my apartment. Not that tests your control.

Since you guys were so nice and gave me lots of reviews. I'm giving you a happy Steph and Ranger. See the circle of life. So please review good or bad or talk to me about how you celebrated your last birthday. Anything please. You just saw my attempt at writing smut. I can't do it. I tried. Maybe I'll try again when I'm twenty. Okay I'm going to stop my rambling now. Have a nice day/night where ever you are.