Downtime

The trip to the station is filled with random facts about Logan and Dick's house and the neighborhood.

"Have you considered a career in real estate? I really think you missed your calling." She asks, slamming the door to the jeep and trying to catch up with Logan who is already half up the stairs.

He doesn't even bother turning around to respond. He could at least acknowledge the fact that he's trying to sell her on moving in with Dick.

Rather than Dick and Logan because, as Logan has said multiple times, Logan is out of town on book tours a lot so it'd basically be like he wasn't even there.

They bring Dick out in cuffs after Logan pays the bail. She's pretty sure bringing him out in cuffs was a Logan special because she'd been down here enough times with Veronica to know that's not really how it worked.

"You got Logan? I thought you'd gone to rob a bank." He smirks at her, rubbing his wrists.

"My wallet and all my safe cracking gear are in your stupid car."

"Oh..."

"Yeah."

He's looking at her weird and then he looks up at Logan who's leaning against the wall watching. He sighs heavily, "What did that jerk tell you?"

"Hey that jerk just bailed you out of jail. Again. When he should be working on his novel."

"Oh please. Your novel's been done for days."

"No, it's not. More than one draft goes into a novel, dipshit." Logan rolls his eyes and turns sharply away, "Do you want a ride back to the car or not?"

The trip to Dick's car is near silent and she's both thankful and confused. There's an odd tension between Dick and Logan, and she's fairly certain it's because of her.

She doesn't know why exactly, but it;s better than the steady stream of neighborhood facts that was the previous ride.

He drops them off and waits until Dick is in the car before he calls out for her.

With a sigh, she goes to the driver's side window and waits for Logan to burden her with some type of knowledge, wisdom, or inspirational message from a famous person.

"Will you please just..." He rubs his eyes for a moment before looking back at her with the sad doe eyes that got Veronica every time, "be careful with him."

"Logan..."

"Just be honest with him and try to enjoy the rest of the wedding." He rolls up the window before she can respond and peels away.

When she gets in the car there's a heavy silence and she misses the easy company from just hours before.

"The reception's in an hour...we still have some time if you want to do anything."

"Let's go back to your place." She tells him softly.

"You still want to... You know..." He makes an obscene gesture with his fingers, but won't look at her, "Even after Logan..."

What exactly does he think Logan told her?

"Dick." She leans over the console and grabs his face. She kisses him softly and she can feel something in her chest expand. She had meant it for him, a little boost, and it works, she's sure of it because when she pulls away he's looking at her finally. It's just that it may have also done something for her as well.

He closes the small distance between them and kisses her lightly before turning his focus back to the car and the drive back to the penthouse.

There's about an hour or so until the reception starts downstairs and she plans to fuck Dick until he's incapable of full sentences. She'll be back in New York on Monday, and back to all sexual encounters happening between herself and the battery powered helper in her bedside table. She has a lot of pent up energy to deal with and Dick is more than willing; so willing, in fact, that this round he's tied to the bed.

She runs her tongue slowly up his quickly hardening member. Slow. Painfully slow and watches him twitch and pull at the bindings.

Good luck with that, she is the designated knot tie-er during every family camping trip and represents them at the family reunion every five years.

"Mac... Come on... Please..." He begs and she is putting that sound in the bank for sure. He lifts his hips to try and force more, but she just pushes him back down onto the bed easily.

She's pretty sure that this doesn't count as being careful with him, but, right now, she's not too sure she cares. Not when the room is filled with the sound of his panting and begging.

She obliges him finally by encasing him with her hot, wet mouth. He pushes up against her, trying to get deeper into her, and she lets him until he hits the back of her throat with a moan.

She doesn't know what to do, he feels awkward in her mouth and she's focusing on not gagging. She doesn't want to be that girl. She sucks nervously and is rewarded with a symphony of short gasping moans. She looks up at him, past her hair, and is startled by the fact that he's watching her.

She sits up, letting him slide out of her mouth. She wishes he tasted like something other than dick, but it was what it was.

"What are you doing?" He asks, voice strained. His wrists and ankles are red with rope burn. She climbs over his legs until she has him pressed, hot and hard, against her wet opening.

"Shush." She tells him with a dark smile that does something to Dick because he seems all the more desperate to be free of his bindings.

She lowers herself onto him and the moan that Dick lets out is spectacular and hits something inside of her.

She sits there, for a moment filled, and looks at him. He's biting his lip, his fingers desperately clawing at the binds. but his eyes are staring right into her and it catches her breath.

He really does love her, doesn't he? It's right there, devouring every possible second of her. She leans forward and presses a soft kiss against his abused mouth.

She goes slower than she had intended, she had intended for this to be hard and fast and kind of mean, for her to dominate him, but it shifts into something she isn't even sure what to call, or maybe is afraid to name.

She leans forward and deftly unties one of his hands and it's on her skin before she has a chance to toss the fabric aside.

His hand is warm against her skin, moving slowly against her, putting every inch of skin into sensory memory.

When she undoes his other hand, she takes it and presses her mouth against the red lines created on his wrist.

He sits up, one arm wrapped around her, moving her slowly along him as he does something behind her, untying himself most likely.

She has her hands in his hair when he rolls them over to rest above her.

He presses soft kisses against her skin as he pulls her along, towards the edge, and when she finally comes it's this soft kind of warmth, body arched into him kind of thing that she can't remember ever happening before.

He finishes shortly after and when he pulls out he lays next to her, silent for a long while.

It's this beautiful kind of contented quiet until Dick kisses her shoulder softly and rolls out of the bed.

They have to get dressed for the reception and they do so in this comfortable quiet, asking to pass items of clothing until she is struggling with doing up her dress.

"Come here." Dicks voice is this strange, soft, warm thing she didn't know it could be and when she presents him with the zipper he runs a hand along it and then pulls the zipper carefully up.

"Not as fun as taking it off, huh?" She smirks looking behind her, but something tightens around her heart at the way he's looking at her.

Fuck, he isn't just carrying a flame for her, it's a towering inferno. He notices that she's watching him and shifts with a practiced ease into fun-pervertDick.

"You never plan on wearing this again, right?"

"Right..."

"Good." He leans in to whisper, "because I'm going to rip it off you later." She shivers and she's sure he felt it too because the smile on his face is this bright, beautiful thing.

"We have to go." She forces out. She would much rather stay there with him, but she has family obligations and, on top of that, she's kind of excited to see her handy work all over Madison.

Dick mumbles in agreement and fumbles with his tie on the way to the elevator.

They are halfway down and he still doesn't have his tie on straight.

"Come here." She sighs and he leans down, giving her easy access to the strip of silk, "How did you even get it on in the first place?"

"Logan pre-ties all my ties." He watches her fingers slide across the fabric, making a neat Windsor knot.

His hand folds over hers as she straightens it out.

"You're really good with knots." He tells her and there's an odd appreciation in his voice that flushes her skin. He lets her hand slip from his to trace the red marks at his wrist.

"I know."

"Mac I-" he's about to say something, she can feel is important, when the elevator opens and five people dressed in formal wear get on and silence him.

He mopes against the wall next to her until she slides her hand into his.

She's glad he didn't say whatever it was he wanted to. She's afraid she knows what it is and Dick deserves to have someone say that back.