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Chapter 46 – Rescuing the Damsel in Distress - SMUT
Legates lay on his bed, flipping through his Spanish verb cards. Yesterday and today had passed slowly so he spent his extra time studying.
"Tenir, to hold, Llamar, to call, Decir, to say," he mumbled to himself. His phone rang and he reached over for it. He answered without looking at the caller ID.
"Hello," he said, still flipping through his cards.
"Josh, you have to rescue me," Michelle said quickly. He sat up on the bed.
"What's going on?" He asked borderline frantically.
"Rachel is dragging me to this stupid club on ladies night and I don't want to go. Meet me there and maybe we can disappear and she'll leave me the hell alone. She doesn't think you exist," she in a rushed panicky voice.
"Sweetheart," he chuckled, "you called me on a Saturday night to go to a club?"
"Yes, no, I don't...just rescue me from these people. They think I need to get laid and they won't leave me alone," she said.
"Am I doing something wrong then?" He smirked through the line.
"Ah, hell no you didn't. Shit. Fine I'll call Booth to come get me," she snapped.
"Wait, wait, I'm coming, I'm coming," he said, standing up he pulled on a pair of jeans.
"Thank God. Does this count as a booty call?" She wondered out loud into the phone. Legates face split into a smile and he roared in laughter.
"That depends. We going to get nekkid?" He leered as he dug around for a clean shirt.
"Haha we'll be at the Ultrabar on the main floor. Shit! Here they come. I'll see you later," she said, then hung up the phone. Legates looked at the phone, shook his head, and hung it up. Opening the door to hallway, he stuck his head out.
"Going to Ultrabar! Anyone else wanna go...it's ladies night," he hollered into the hallway.
He heard a chorus of hell yeah's. He slammed the door closed, pulled on a tee shirt, and then a pair of sneakers. He grabbed his wallet, his phone and his keys. Shoving them in his pockets, he pulled the door closed behind himself and locked it. He ran his hands through his hair and walked down the stairs to the lounge.
He flopped down on the couch and leaned back. Lacing his fingers behind his head, he crossed his ankles to wait. Five minutes later, everyone was coming into the lounge. They argued over who was driving and finally got everything set up.
"Why are we doing this again?" Martinez asked, looking around at the group of men.
"I'm going to rescue Michelle. Ya'll are going to get hot women," Legates said. Martinez hooted in laughter and punched Legates in the arm.
"Your boys have been swearing this Michelle exists but I have yet to see her," Martinez argued.
Wilson and Addison laughed at Martinez and headed for the cars. Legates folded his large frame into the back seat of Perkins' car and waited for him and Addison to get in.
Twenty minutes later, they pulled up near the club and Addison's gaze traveled down the long line of people waiting to get into the club.
"Dude, look at that line," he said, pointing.
"Yeah, I see it. She is going to kick my ass," he muttered.
"What time is it?" Perkins asked, his eyes scanning for a parking spot. Legates glanced at his watch and groaned.
"8:30," he grunted.
"So, the line will move quick cos it's not even open yet," he said.
"Good, maybe I can find her before she even gets in," Legates grumbled.
"Why are we rescuing her anyway? She's a young hot college student this should be her thing," Addison pointed out. Legates reached forward and smacked him in the back of the head.
"Wha?" Addison said, rubbing his head.
Legates shook his head and sat back. Perkins pulled into a parking spot and they all climbed out. The other two cars of guys unloaded from various spots on the strip. As they walked past the line of people cat calls from women rang out. At nine, the doors opened and the line moved quickly. The men stepped into the club and looked around.
"She said they'd be on the main floor, so I'm going to park it at the bar," Legates said, gesturing. The men waved and split up. Martinez followed Legates and plopped down on the stool next to him.
"Whatcha want, man?" The bartender asked, leaning on the bar. Legates crossed his arms and leaned on the bar.
"Guinness Stout," he ordered. The bartender nodded then looked at Martinez.
"Jameson," Martinez ordered.
The bartender picked up a glass and pulled a Guinness. After setting the glass on the bar behind him, the bartender brought up a glass from under the bar. Setting it on the bar in front of Martinez, he turned and reached for a bottle of Jameson. Leaning over the bar, the bartender poured Martinez two fingers.
Turning around, he reached for the glass of Guinness and filled the glass to near the top, leaving an inch of head on the top. The bartender set it in front of Legates and gave him a questioning look. Legates smacked a hundred bucks up on the bar and nodded. Martinez paid for his drink and sipped it. Turning, he stared out at the dance floor. Fifteen minutes passed as Legates sipped his beer.
"Looking that hot should be illegal. Hell, she looks like she is illegal," Martinez muttered.
Legates swiveled the bar stool around and took a swig of his beer. A leering smirk crossed his face as he spotted Michelle on the dance floor. His eyes traveled from her feet that were encased in, dear lord were those, red boots, matching her shirt, that laced to just below her knees. She was wearing black jeans that were almost but not quite tight enough to be indecent.
His eyes traveled from her hips to her, oh god. She was wearing the bustier he had bought her in Georgia. The tight deep red material clung to her form, pressing her breasts together and up. Her skin had that glowing, sparkly, bronze color that meant only one thing. Honey dust.
"Which one?" Legates asked his eyes scanning the room, hoping Martinez wasn't talking about Michelle but almost knowing he was.
"The one who looks like she was poured into her jeans, what I wouldn't give to be those jeans, and wearing that red and black tank top thingie," Martinez said, pointing at Michelle.
Legates scowled when he saw another guy grab her arm. She snatched her arm back and glared at the young man. Legates stood up and Martinez followed him.
"Dude, you're not seriously going to go rescue the damsel in distress are you?" Martinez said, chuffing out a laugh. When they got closer Legates glared at the man with his hand on Michelle.
"Do you need some help?" Legates asked loudly over the music.
The guy eyed Legates 6'7" muscle bound frame and swallowed nervously. Michelle looked over her shoulder and shrugged. She turned and started to walk towards Legates and Martinez but stopped abruptly when her wrist was grabbed. Legates took a menacing step forward and she spun her hand so her palm was on the young man's wrist. Twisting, she broke his grip and lightly pushed him away from her. She turned back again and threaded her way through the dancing people between her and Legates.
"Sweetheart, aren't you supposed to wear those under your clothes? Not as your clothes," Legates asked with a teasing glint in his eyes.
"You don't like? I can always take it off," she offered.
"Maybe later," he said, shooting her a wink.
Martinez snorted and rolled his eyes. Legates was known to flirt with girls and always called them honey or sweetie or some sappy thing. But "sweetheart" that was new.
"I thought you were here to rescue your imaginary girlfriend," Martinez pointed out.
"Wow, the recruiting standards for the military must have dropped. They're recruiting vegetables now," Michelle said, grinning.
Her friends bawled in laughter at her comment. Martinez's mouth thinned and his eyes narrowed. It hadn't yet dawned on him that Michelle knew they were in the military yet neither had said they were. Michelle put her hand on her hip and turned a glare on Legates.
"So, your girlfriend is imaginary?" She questioned with a cocked eyebrow.
"He thinks she is," Legates said, jerking his thumb towards Martinez.
"Maybe he's right. You're nuts enough to talk to vegetables so I guess you could be nuts enough to imagine up a girlfriend," she said, teasing him.
"Girl, you're one to talk. We've seen neither hide nor hair of this supposed Josh you're dating," her friend said.
"Shut up, Rachel," Michelle snapped, rolling her eyes. She was really tired of hearing about them not meeting Legates.
"Tell you what, we can take this to the bar and discuss our imaginary significant others," Legates offered, sweeping his hand towards the bar. Michelle stepped past him, dragging her nails across his abs.
"If you want to touch something, sweetness, you can touch me all you want to," Martinez offered.
Michelle shot him a dirty look over her shoulder. She turned back and started making her way to the bar. Legates was four steps behind her when she stumbled as someone on the dance floor ran into her. She fell into someone who wrapped their arms around her to stop her from falling. He saw her freeze in terror and he started pushing towards her. That's when he saw her relax and saw that Perkins had caught her.
She stood up right, brushed herself off and smiled up at him. She shook her head and Legates heard her thank Perkins as he approached. Legates stepped in front of her and pushed his way through the crowd, protecting her with his bulk. When they reached the bar, his seat was still open, so he slid onto the stool and pulled her between his knees. Leaning forward, he put his mouth near her ear.
"Now, why in the hell are you here?" He asked her with concern on his face.
"We usually stick to smaller bars and clubs and away from the big clubs. But someone told her about this place and she wanted to come. I agreed to come before I knew where we were going," she muttered. He slid his hands in her back pockets and pulled her closer.
"Umm humm," he said, eyeing her cleavage.
"Josh, my eyes are up here," she said, laughing.
"I know," he said.
"Why is she calling you Josh?" Martinez said, sipping his scotch.
Legates leaned over and dropped his head to her shoulder, all he could smell was the sweet smell of honey drifting from her skin, and started laughing. She rolled her eyes and looked over at Martinez.
"Because that is his name. Legates is his last name, Green Bean," she said.
"So what's your name then, sweetheart," Martinez said, putting emphasis on the sweetheart. She narrowed her eyes at him.
"You do not get to call me that. If you insist on speaking to me then you can call me Michelle," she snarked at him.
Legates rolled his head to the side but didn't lift it from her shoulder. He shot a smug look at Martinez. He wanted to drool at the smell of honey that was gently drifting up to his nostrils from her skin. It took everything he had not to run his tongue across the top of her breasts right there at the bar. Rachel stepped forward stuttering and looking back and forth between the two.
"I thought you said he was in the military," Rachel said. Michelle lifted her hand and began to push up the sleeve of his shirt.
"Hmpphh. You're dating an ink junkie," she said, pointing at his tattoos.
"Yeah and?" Michelle asked, scowling at Rachel.
"What are you talking about? He's dating a minor," Martinez pointed out. Legates growled at Martinez.
"Dude, did you just growl at me?" Martinez said, laughing.
"Yes, I did and she is not a minor. Most definitely not," Legates said, his voice getting husky. She cocked her head and snickered at him.
"Wonder if I can get someone as hot as her?" Martinez wondered out loud his eyes scanning the club. Michelle snorted and Legates chuckled causing Michelle to shiver as his breath ghosted across the top of her breasts.
"Don't forget we're going shopping tomorrow," Rachel said to Michelle.
"Oh hell no she's not. I come here to rescue her and find her wearing her lingerie on the outside of her clothes. She's going home with me and she won't be able to walk anywhere tomorrow," Legates rumbled at Rachel. Michelle chuckled at his promise and skimmed her hands under his tee shirt. Rachel snorted and rolled her eyes.
"What makes you think that she is wearing her undergarments on the outside," Rachel asked, crossing her arms over her chest.
"Considering I bought it for her. I would know that now wouldn't I?" Legates asked Rachel sarcastically. Addison walked up and his eyes bugged at the sight of Michelle's clothes.
"Michelle, where are your clothes, woman?" He bellowed, his face turning red.
Michelle let out a sigh, wrapped her arms around Legates neck and buried her head under his chin. He slid forward on the seat and pulled her flush against his chest.
"See, you didn't need me. You took care of that guy hitting on you no problem," he told her.
"Yeah, I did. Although I really need to study tomorrow," she grumbled. Legates placed a kiss on the side of her neck. He mentally groaned, her skin tasted like honey.
"Really? I was supposed to be studying tonight," he muttered.
"Do you need some help?" She asked, leaning her head on top of his.
"Always," he muttered.
"Te necesito estar desundo," she said. He reared back as Martinez roared in laughter.
"Sweetheart, I'm just in my first semester," he told her with a frown.
"She said that she needed you to be nekkid," Martinez supplied. Michelle shot him a wink.
"Unfortunately, I rode here with Addison and Perkins, so we'll have to wait," Legates grumbled.
Michelle blinked when there was suddenly a rush for the bar. She flinched back into Legates. He reflexively wrapped his arms around her. People moved away from where Michelle and Legates were sitting. Michelle's breath became rapid and her eyes were dilated in fear.
Hooking his hands on her hips just under her jeans, he pushed her away from his body and led her out on the dance floor. As they hit the dance floor a rhythm hit the speakers. And a female voice started singing.
Come Mr. DJ song pon de replay
Come Mr. DJ, won't you turn the music up?
All the gyals pon the dance floor wantin' some more watts
Come Mr. DJ, won't you turn the music up?
As the music pounded through the speakers, he got behind her and pulled her tight against his chest. Dropping his knees a little, he lined her hips up with his and wrapped his arm around her hips. Gently, he began pushing her hips and swung them with the music. Eventually the fog of fear cleared from her mind and she swung her hips in sync with his.
Rachel stood by the bar with her mouth hanging open.
"So it's true some white boys do have rhythm. I thought it was a myth," she muttered. Martinez started laughing and waved her over.
"Come on, I'll buy you a drink," he said with a smile. She grinned at him and hopped up on the bar stool.
"Just so you know I like my drinks fruity. I hope I don't offend your vegetable sensibilities," she said. He rolled his eyes and ordered their drinks.
They both spun on their stools to watch the pair on the dance floor. The DJ had segued right into We Found Love and the pair moved together through the segue and into the next song without missing a beat. Perkins flopped down with a grunt and followed Martinez's line of sight and saw the pair on the dance floor. He snickered and ordered a beer.
"I'm sorry I can't believe it. He was always dating willowy redheads and then suddenly nothing and now he has a girlfriend," Martinez said.
"First of all, we left for Phoenix so that put a kibosh on his dating. Second of all, we all came back different. None more than those two," he said, pointing with the hand that clutched his beer.
"What the hell happened over there. None of ya'll will say. Something other than Sergeant Major Booth getting shot I know," Martinez said, squinting at Perkins.
"We don't talk about and we won't talk about it," Perkins said, taking a slug. His eyes glazed over and became haunted.
"Wait, Booth? As in Cam's Booth?" Rachel said, looking over at Martinez.
"Actually, he'd be Dr. Brennan's Booth but yes," Perkins said.
"The tall muscle bound guy that helped Michelle move into the dorms?" Rachel said, sloshing her drink around as she waved her hand.
The men laughed and nodded a yes. The pair returned to the bar and stood on the other side of Rachel.
"What do you want?" Legates asked, looking at Michelle.
"Dogfish Head," she said.
The bartender shook his head and gestured for her ID. Michelle rolled her eyes and reached down the front of her bustier pulling out her ID from between her breasts. Martinez let out a loud wolf whistle. Legates looked over her shoulder down at her cleavage.
"Got anything else down there?" He whispered near her ear, making her laugh.
"Well, if you can promise not to rip it I'll let you go treasure hunting and find out," she said. Perkins smacked his own forehead, dragged his hand down his face and groaned.
"Wrong, so wrong," he muttered.
The bartender brought her a bottle of Pale Ale and Legates another Guinness. The pair had just finished their drinks when the unmistakable sound of the Count's voice rang across the speakers.
"Oh, I love this one, come on," Michelle said, grabbing Rachel's hand and dragging her onto the floor.
"Anyone else feel like some kind of perv watching hot girls swing their hips to the Sesame Street theme song?" Legates asked, watching Michelle's body move across the dance floor.
"Uh huh," came the monotone answers as the other guys watched several different women moving around the floor.
The words Cotton Eyed Joe rang across the dance floor and Legates stood up.
"Now this one I can do," he said, heading towards Michelle.
She was dancing next to Rachel in a long line of people doing the dance. Michelle grinned when he stepped in line next to her and began to dance.
"Oh Jesus, he's actually doing it," Martinez said in horror.
"Jealousy doesn't suit you man. Look at him he is in the middle of a large throng of girls who are swiveling their hips and trying to get closer to him," Addison said, pointing towards Legates on the floor.
"Oh god he's not goi-" Martinez was interrupted by the loud yeehaw from the dance floor. He wiped his palm down his face as Legates twirled his hand over his head and yelled yeehaw.
"He is such a dweeb," Martinez yelled. Perkins looked at him and smirked.
"And yet he's taking the girl home and your status is still in question. Oh speaking of, excuse me I have to call Techie," Perkins said, walking off and pulling out his cellphone.
Two hours later, Addison and Perkins finally gave up. Addison had spoken to a few women but none seemed to want to leave with him. Perkins had come close to taking someone home but the girl's friends dragged her away, leaving him scowling near the bar. Nodding to Legates, they headed to the door. A few minutes later, Legates and Michelle exited the building. She watched in stunned amazement as he folded himself into the back seat. Addison stood at the car door holding the seat up for her to get in. She got in and scooted over next to Legates. As they pulled out onto the street, Perkins looked in the rear view mirror at the pair in the backseat.
"Techie's having a Trigun marathon if either of you are interested," Addison said, rubbing his hands together. Perkins shook his head and briefly looked at the ceiling before turning his eyes back to the road. Legates laughed behind his hand at Addison's cluelessness.
"Is he serious?" Michelle asked in a 'is he stupid' voice. Addison looked back at them and then his eyes widened.
"Duh," Legates said.
Perkins pulled into the parking lot of the dorm and they climbed out of the car. They entered the dorm and passed through the entryway. They were headed towards the stairway when Michelle froze.
"Michelle Welton, get your ass back here!" Techie's voice bellowed from the lounge. He was sitting with Davis and Brown. She stood in the doorway and put her hand on her hip.
"Where are your clothes?" He asked in a fatherly tone. She snorted and turned on her heel.
"On my body currently but soon to be on the floor next to Josh's bed," she called over her shoulder.
Techie's eyes narrowed and he snorted. Davis and Brown laughed at her response. They went to the second floor and moved quietly down the nearly silent hallway. A few doors were open but the rooms were empty. He stopped in front of their door and stuck his key in the lock. He cursed under his breath when he figured out that the door was unlocked.
He pushed it open and guided her in with his hand on her back. As soon as the door was closed behind him, Legates was pulling Michelle to him. His lips attached to hers and she responded immediately. The blood rushed through her veins and heat began to pool in her stomach. His tongue plunged into her mouth and swept around trying to catch hers. He loved that she was playful even during sex. Pulling back, he bent down and dragged his teeth across the swell of her breasts. He groaned as the taste of honey filled his mouth.
"This was supposed to be for me," he grunted. She grabbed his hair and pulled his mouth to hers.
"You get what's under it," she returned.
He reached for the zipper at the side and pulled it up. Untying the halter strap, he peeled it off her. She grabbed the hem of his shirt and dragged it over his head. Tossing it over her shoulder, she pulled him towards the bed, unzipping her boots and pulling them off as she moved. He followed, toeing his own shoes off while his eyes hungrily skimmed her caramel colored skin. Her dusky nipples were puckered and he got really hard really fast.
He was walking past the stereo and he hit the power button. He didn't care what was on just that there was noise to cover up any they may make. Reaching the bed, they fell together on it. He wrapped his arm around her waist and lifted her breasts to his mouth. Sucking a nipple in his mouth, he flicked it with his tongue. Oh god, he thought, he could taste the honey. She had put it all over.
She moaned from above his head and he repeated the action. He saw goosebumps rise up on her skin. Smiling, he ghosted his mouth across her chest to her other breast. He heard her suck in a breath and paused. Then before she could think about it, his mouth was wrapped around her nipple again.
Moaning, she wiggled her hips on his stomach. He could feel the button of her jeans brushing his stomach. Releasing her nipple, he dropped his hands and squeezed them in between their bodies. Popping the zipper, he pushed her jeans down her legs. Rolling them over, he scrambled off her and continued pulling off her jeans.
"Oh, Lord," he groaned at the sight of the panties that matched the bustier.
Her pants got stuck at her ankles but she kicked them off. He hooked his thumbs in the legs of the panties and dragged them down her legs. His eyes fell on her and he dropped to his knees.
"I love that you do this," he said, kissing the bare skin between her legs.
She struggled not to buck her hips when she felt his mouth near her skin. He ran his fingers along her slit. He could feel that she was a little wet but not enough to suit him. Leaning forward, he let his tongue trail along the same path his finger had just taken. She let out a groan and shifted her hips towards him.
Smiling, he sunk his tongue deeper and growled as her flavor slid across his tongue. She tasted of herself and honey. Her back arched in pleasure and he put a hand on her hip to hold her down. Using his other hand, he separated her folds and saw her bundle of nerves starting to swell. Lightly running his tongue in circles around it he waited for a groan to let him know he was hitting it right. Applying more pressure, he heard her groan and gently sucked it into his mouth.
She bucked again and he repeated the process this time flicking her with his tongue. He felt her pushing towards his mouth and mentally smiled. Alternating between licking and sucking, he felt her muscles tense and her body bow upwards. She let out a low long moan. He let her ride it out soothing her down with long slow licks. When her hips hit the bed, he wiped his face, crawled up her body and leaned over to kiss her. She flicked her eyes open and he bit back his gasp. He'd seen it before but it always stunned him how her eyes went almost solid gold after she came.
"You are still wearing your pants," she pointed out huskily. Looking down, he realized he was and he shot her a grin.
"So I am," he replied.
Standing up, he pulled down his pants and underwear at the same time. Her eyes still widened when she saw him naked. He was a large guy and looked even larger as he stood over her. He crawled up her body again and leaned into her neck. Placing nibbling kisses, he moved from her neck up to her ear.
"Ladies choice," he whispered in her ear.
Turning her head, she kissed him softly. Smiling, she hooked her leg over his hip. He chuckled and lifted her leg a little higher. Pausing at her entrance, he leaned over and took her lips in a passionate kiss. While her tongue entwined with his, he eased into her tight sheath. She hummed in pleasure as she felt him filling her.
He began to slowly stroke in and out of her, making her throw her head back and moan. He continued to move as he kissed under her chin and down her throat. He wasn't sure how it had snuck up on them, but one minute she was lying with her head thrown back and the next she was bowing up again.
Clenching his jaw, he let her ride hers out before he exploded with a rumbling growl. He braced himself on his forearms and kissed her softly on the forehead. She looked up at him and he smiled. He loved that color in her eyes, it was unique and he'd never seen anything like it before. It stunned him each and every time. Leaning up, she softly kissed his lips.
"You can't fall asleep like that. You'll squish me," she said, her eyes twinkling.
"Umm hmm," he said, still hovering over her.
He withdrew and rolled on his side. She sat up, kissed him and got off the bed. She walked to the bathroom, locked the door to the other room and then went to the bathroom.
"You don't have to lock those Romero and Jones are TDY," he called out.
He'd been more careful trying to remember to lock the doors when Romero and Jones where there. It's not that he cared that Romero was gay and he wouldn't have cared if Romero hadn't been interested in him. If Romero had been gay but not interested, Legates would have just continued on the way they had.
Rolling over he groaned, he'd just rolled into the dreaded wet spot. Getting up with a sigh, he stripped the bed and put clean sheets on. When she came back out, she looked around and then over at him.
"I'm not sleeping naked with Techie sleeping in here and I didn't exactly pack anything," she said.
"I haven't washed your pajamas yet," he muttered.
She was feeling a bit weird standing there completely naked. He raised an eyebrow and smirked at her modesty. Walking to his dresser, he pulled out a tee shirt and tossed it to her. She caught it in the air and shimmied into it. He reached in his top drawer and pulled out a pair of pajama pants and tugged them on.
Walking over to the stereo, he flipped the power switch, turning it off. Walking back to the bed, he crawled in and wrapped around her. Michelle reached over and turned on the lamp next to his bed and fell asleep to the mostly quiet dorm. Legates let out a satisfied sigh and followed her into slumber. Neither heard Techie come in and go to bed.
A/N: Something for you to chew on for a few days... fun in the shower, Romero (dun dun duuunnn), dancing stars, doing the math, long towels, Oxygen Channel, tartrazine, hidden weapons, meeting the family, Holiday Ball, deals with the devil, Applebees, toolbox, and Shut up and Drive.
