It Takes One to Raise One
Sequel to the incredibly long titled No One Takes Down Hit Girl But Hit Girl. Welcome and thank you for reading and reviewing. Title courtesy of Makokam. I'll try to update this more often, really.- Now with Bethany's name corrected. Sorry about that.
I didn't sleep worth a damn that night. But Dave finally showed up a bit after dawn and crawled into bed next to me. I woke up for a few minutes to crawl into his arms, and then finally feeling complete, I passed out. Neither one of us woke up until Bethany came in about noon to make sure we were still breathing. She poked at me until I opened my eyes, and then she wandered back out into the living room to the company of her cartoons and her pop tart. I was going to have to work on her diet if I was going to toughen her up.
I looked over at Dave and smiled. He was sprawled across half the bed as usual, and had somehow managed to pull the sheets out of bottom of the bed where I'd carefully tucked them in the night before. They were kind of tented up around his waist and the beginning of a naughty idea floated into my mind. I slipped out and made sure that Bethany was all settled and wouldn't disturb us, then swung through the kitchen and back into the bedroom. I carefully locked the door, set out my supplies, and then stripped down to the skin.
A couple of minutes later I had crawled up under the covers around his waist and managed to get his boxers down without him waking up too much. Then, without any more preambles, I took him into my mouth.
It took him a while to wake up. Not his dick, that came to attention right away. But he kind of transitioned from sleep to a gentle thrashing moaning before finally with a bit of a start, he reached down and pulled the sheet out of the way. I pulled off of him and smiled. "Good morning!" I purred. "Or I guess afternoon, really…. But it's always morning somewhere."
He grinned back. "To what do I owe the pleasure?" he asked, gesturing at me and what I was doing to him.
I gave him a little lick. "You've been gentle and kind. And wonderful. So, I decided a reward was in order. Plus, I never got you anything for graduation." I sucked him for a moment, then reached over and palmed the can I'd grabbed from the kitchen. "All celebrations need whipped cream." I said and then tipped my head back and squirted whipped cream into my mouth. It was sweet and cold. I swallowed it and licked my lips. He just stared, entranced. I reached up and squirted some into his mouth.
"Oh my god that tastes good." He said. He tried to move toward me, but I'd lain across his legs and pretty much pinned him down.
"No no no. Stay. Just enjoy." I bent my head back again and filled it with the whipped cream. Then before I swallowed it, I put my mouth back over him. He 'stiffened' when the cold foam wrapped around his dick, then moaned when my tongue began to warm him back up. I did this twice more, really sucking him in earnest. Then I tossed the can to the side and grabbed the other two objects I'd brought from the kitchen. Ice cubes. I rose off of him, slipped them into my mouth, and then really went to work. Heh. Work. Well, it's called a blow job after all, so I guess I can call it work.
He went nuts, both from my swirling the ice cubes around his cock and because he knew he couldn't make too much noise or Bethany would start banging on the door. It didn't take too much longer before I felt him pulsing in my mouth. I smiled, crawled back up him, and grabbed the can of whipped cream to take the taste out of my mouth. I mean, I didn't exactly dislike the taste of cum and I didn't mind blowing him, but the whipped cream still tasted a fuck load better. Then I filled his mouth one more time and kissed him deeply, putting every ounce of love and passion into it that I could. That kiss was sweet in more ways than I could count.
I collapsed onto my back after the kiss. He took the can out of my hand and went to squirt some onto my nipple, but it just kind of hissed and spat. It was empty.
"Did you bring two?" he asked.
I shook my head from side to side, not bothering to get up or look at him. "Sorry. We only had one. Besides, that was for you. I've been kind of a bitch being all paranoid about the whole 'no looking at other women' thing. But I didn't think it was a bad idea to remind you that I'm fucking amazing." I bend my head up so he could see me smiling teasingly at the last part. He took the hint.
"And you're amazing at fucking." He grinned right back.
"Yes. Yes I am." I teased back. "I know we're out of whipped cream, but if you want, you can show me your appreciation in the shower…"
He picked me up and carried me into the bathroom, got the water going, and then proceeded to show me his appreciation by fucking me slowly until I could barely stand and was as wrinkled as a prune. Thank god the hot water held out.
Later that afternoon, once we'd gotten ourselves and Bethany fed, we all sat down to go over the plan for foreseeable future. After a few minutes of talking about 'maybe's and 'what if's', we stopped guessing and got Miranda and Marty on the phone as well. Together we hashed out how we'd make things work. Dave and I would be patrolling most nights. Not so much to keep down crime but to stay visible enough that hopefully Chris wouldn't start attacking innocents. Maybe he'd throw a few goons our way and we could torture Chris's plans for world domination out of them. Hey, that's what they do in the movies….
Miranda had already been busy that morning and had a line on a new place. I'd arrange to get her moved into it secretly with nothing attached to her name so she couldn't be traced. Bethany would stay with her the nights we were patrolling and a bit into the morning so Dave and I could manage a bit of sleep. Then Bethany would come back to spend the rest of the day with us. I was still determined that she was going to get as normal a life as I could give her. Which really wasn't all that normal, but hey, I'd at least make sure I was spending time with her. We also agreed that Miranda would take Bethany and raise her if something permanent happened to Dave and I. That involved about 20 minutes of us trying to discuss it in vague innuendos because Bethany was listening and we didn't want to scare her. Finally, it was settled when Bethany piped up.
"Stop trying to fucking hide it, OK? I'm not a fucking idiot. You might die out there and if you do, Auntie Miranda will take care of me. This 'Motherfucker' kills mommies and daddies, so he might get you. But he also needs to be stopped. So while it might be fun to live with a real life ballerina, please try not to die, OK?"
"We'll do our best." I said, proud of her for facing the issue we'd been pussyfooting around square on.
"Good!" She said, then wandered off to decide which stuffed animals would live at Miranda's and which would stay at our house.
Marty had already decided that he too had no desire to put on a costume again, but that he could help by managing the day to day things that we wouldn't have time for. Shopping, running errands, whatever we came up with. Plus he could be a backup for babysitting if Miranda wasn't available. It wasn't a complete plan but it was a start.
It was late afternoon by then. Dave started getting some dinner started and I started going through all of gear I had stashed to figure out what we would carry on our patrols. For me it was pretty much my standard load out. Body armor, suit, belt, and wig. Two Sig Saur pistols of course, with two extra mags for each. Throwing knives, several pairs of zip cuffs, a larger fighting knife, and brass knuckles completed my rig. Whether or not I carried my katana staff would pretty much depend on where we were patrolling. I love the thing, but it's a bit awkward in close quarters. After a bit of consideration, I added fifty feet of light climbing rope and my harness. I'd still have to climb up all the fucking ladders, but maybe I wouldn't have to climb down.
Dave's gear was a little harder to settle on. He'd carry his batons of course. A new set, actually, that I'd ordered custom and had arrived about a week ago. They had weighted shot in them that would shift when he swung them and give him a lot more stopping power. I'd also ordered him newer body armor that fit him better and could go under his wetsuit. I mean, wearing bulletproof stuff is great, but the more you remind people you're wearing it, the more they just start aiming at your head. And as I'd learned a while back, it really sucks to get shot in the head.
Even by accident…
By your own gun…
Aww, shit. Look, it's getting closer, but it's still not funny. It's too soon. So stop fucking laughing, OK?
Please?
Alright, fine. If I admit it's funny, will you shut the fuck up?
Anyway, I'd gotten him a belt too when I ordered the new stuff. I mean, every good super hero needs a utility belt. It had the usual stuff. Flashlight, zip cuffs, brass knuckles, Batarang, shark repellant…
Yes, I'm kidding about the last two things. I mean, the Batman movie based on the TV show… Seriously, Batman had fucking shark repellant in his utility belt? Just in case? What exactly are the odds?
OK, I was feeling a little silly. Or maybe it was nervous. But Dave had asked for one more addition to his belt. I mean, I'd been harping on it for a while and he'd pretty much ignored me. He said it wasn't his style. It wasn't who he was or what he stood for.
But something had changed yesterday. Maybe it was because Chris was back and Dave knew it wasn't time to fuck around anymore. Maybe it was because he'd done some serious thinking last night guarding Night Bitch. Maybe it had even been Bethany telling us not to fucking die. He absolutely refused to talk about why he had changed his mind. But he finally agreed to one more permanent addition to his kit…
A gun.
