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Chapter 41: Wet Dreams
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Adult themes. DO NOT read if you are underage or dislike controversial things.
Author's Note: Sometimes, when I write the steamy parts, I think about the nun who encouraged me to write my first short story in middle school. Was this what she meant by "follow your passion?" If Sister could see me now! (cackles)
"I feel...uncomfortable…"
The low mummer is said to no one in particular. Richard pauses in his actions, but keeps his arm firmly wrapped around Rachel's towel clothed waist.
"Do you want me to stop?" he whispers. The ghost of his breath skims over the sensitive skin of her shoulder. He can feel her shuddering in his arms. Whether from the cold, his closeness or the amobarbital taking effect, he couldn't tell.
Rachel shakes her head before bracing it against his shoulder. She couldn't understand why she felt so cold or why her head felt like it was floating in the clouds. The lights were entirely too bright for her comfort, and she winces before turning her face into Richard's neck. Richard can feel the flick of her tongue against his sensitive skin as she licks her dry lips. That same tongue that was swirling around his exploring fingers not too long ago. He turns away with a clearly pained expression on his face. What happened moments ago still playing in his mind. Teasing him with experiences that he could have...if he just reaches out and grabs it.
With a whimper, Rachel says "Lower me, Dick."
Richard feels his whole body stiffen at the suggestiveness of that command. He could lower her onto so many things. His bed, this countertop or his own dick being some of them, but as much as he wants to pull her onto his lap, he knows she really wants to be lowered into the warm bath water that she's standing in. The warm liquid is gently lapping at her knees with every shift the pair make. Inviting her into its heated soapy depth.
He tenderly presses his soft, dry lips to her temple before swaying her in his arms. The water moving in time with the rhythm of Rachel's body as Richard stands outside of the tub.
"Hang on to me."
His command is heeded when he feels her small hands fisting the fabric of his shirt. The constant moving making her feel as though the room is spinning even more. A pleasing hiss sounds in his left ear as he slowly lowers her into the warm water. The heat encasing her chilled skin and causing a shudder to run through her body. Richard can feel the large towel soaking in the liquid and becoming heavier with each inch they drop. He idly wonders if the thing will fall off her body when drenched. If that doesn't work, then a firm tug on the flimsy tie at the front would do the job.
A low moan vibrates throughout the wooden room when Rachel is finally submerged with her tired head resting against the gently rounded edge of the tub. It was specifically designed to cradle the head and neck of an exhausted user. She should, finally, be at peace, but the uncomfortably pinched look on her face tells him otherwise. Richard lowers himself into a crouch next to her and admires the way the tips of her silky, violet hair are floating in the water. He leans in close and swirls a lock of her hair around his long, thick finger. Gently rubbing the strains with his calloused thumb. In a voice that is barely above a whisper, "Tell me what you want, Rachel…"
She doesn't open her eyes when she groans "…the light...it's strong."
He nods once, even though she can't see him before releasing her lock of hair. In a voice that is both playful and desperate he tells her, "Your wish, is my command."
He quickly strides to the corner of his bathroom and flicks the switch that plunges the room into near darkness. It takes a few seconds for his eyes to readjust to the lack of light, but he knows his personal space well enough to know where everything is. Without hesitation, Richard walks towards a shelf in the corner of his bathroom and picks up a small box of matches and a scented candle jar. The sound of friction fills the air before a bright flicker of light and warmth ignites at the tips of his fingers. A small, genuine, smile graces his lips as he lights the candle before putting it back. He makes his way to various parts of the room where he keeps the other candles. Quiet and the scent of sandalwood fills the room as he works. He glances over to his beloved from time to time to make sure that her head is above the water line of the bathtub. It wouldn't do to have her drown on his watch.
"It smells like you…"
"Makes sense," he responds while pulling out more fluffy towels to dry off his lover. She may not admit it to herself, yet, but they're already too close and too intimate to walk themselves backwards to being platonic. "I use this scent a lot. It helps my nerves relax after a stressful day."
"Ha!," is snorted from the bathtub, "if today hasn't been the definition of stressful…"
A dry chuckle escapes the base of Richard's throat as he perches himself on the edge of the tub. A dangerously charming smile tugs at his lips as a mischievous glint light up his eyes before asking, "Are you inviting me in to relax with you?"
The tips of his fingers are swirling aimless patterns into the surface of the water. Disturbing some of the bubbles that are hiding Rachel's soak towel clad body from his hungry gaze. His smile only stretches wider when she frowns at him before spitting, "I'm inviting you to get out."
A dramatic gasp of indignation passes Richard's lips as he places a hand on his chest in mock outrage, "Am I being kicked out of my own bathroom?!"
"You offered," is the haughty replied. "Besides, a girl needs her privacy."
Rachel childishly folds her arms above her chest in the universal sign of petulance before angling her head away from him.
"I'm sorry beloved," he responds with the kindness and patience of a doting parent, "I can't do that for you. You're unwell and complained about being dizzy not too long ago. Falling asleep in a bathtub of this size is dangerous."
"I'll be fine...and stop calling me that," she counters, "you can always just sit outside the door. You don't have to be in here."
Richard sends a look of pity and understanding her way before saying, "Do you really want me to leave?"
A slow blink is her response followed by "Yes...please. I need time to gather my thoughts. You were there when I woke up and you're here now...I feel like I'm suffocating."
Rachel's right hand leaves the water to gingerly rub at her forehead before making its way to her temple. Richard can tell that the drug is taking longer to set in and that she's fighting it with every fiber of her being. He had been torn about feeding her the soup alongside of the tainted sports drink. The truth serum is less effective on a full stomach, but he also didn't have it in him to starve his beloved. He had noticed that her eating patterns have shifted ever since her friendship with her teammates have been called into question. He's not blind to the weight that she's lost due to stress or the way that her collar bones are more pronounced than they had been before.
"All right," he finally says with a sigh while standing and wiping the water off his hands, "I'll respect your request...but the bathroom door stays open. I don't want to think about what the rest of the team will do to me if something happens to you on my watch."
"Thank you, Dick," is her reply. The sincerity in her voice catching him off guard. As much as she's afraid of the changing dynamics of their relationship, he can tell she's reassured that he'll take care of her in her time of need and that he'll respect her wishes if she tells him no. He wants to ask her about that very real sexual spark between them earlier but recognizes that now is not the time to do that. She's not ready to be honest with him...but she will be soon.
Richard makes sure to keep his eyes trained on her lovely round face as he walks backwards towards the bathroom door. She is looking at him intently, but he can't quite read the expression in her shifting violet eyes. Ah! What he wouldn't give to be able to read her mind or at the very least feel her emotions. He's pretty sure that she doesn't know what to feel or how to feel right now. Part of Rachel wants to hate him for forcing the changes that she's not ready for and part of her doesn't want to let her dearest friend go. Doesn't want him to change because that would mean the loss of something she'll never be able to get back. He is surprised by the sudden rush of sympathy for the lost woman in his bathtub. Her hands are clutching the side of the tub as though it's the only thing keeping her grounded. His convictions are secure and unwavering, but hers are not. If she doesn't choose him then what are her alternatives? She can't lean on the feminine bonds that she has created with Starfire because of the distrust that he has sown there, nor can she trust that Beastboy doesn't have ulterior motives for helping her. Cyborg would be the only other person...the only other man, he would need to keep an eye on.
"Rachel…," he says while standing in the door frame.
"Yes," she barely whispers, but he can hear the quiver in her voice loud and clear.
Richard licks his suddenly chapped lips. "I'm here. Whatever happens. I won't abandon you."
She can't bring her eyes to meet his, but he takes note of the way they glisten in the candlelight with her unshed tears. She bites her bottom lip as though to stop a sob from escaping. She looks like she wants him to rush to her side and scoop her up into his strong arms. Hold her tight until everything is alright. As much as Richard wants to stride forward instead of backwards and give in to her unspoken request, he needs her to feel how cold her life would be without his presence. He needs her to realize how alone she really is in this moment now that he's standing so far away from her and moving further back. Loneliness is one of Rachel's biggest fears and Richard is more than willing to prey on it if it means she'll chose him in the end.
The end always justifies the means.
"I'm respecting your wish to be left alone," he says with a slight nod of his head, "but if you want me, you'll have to call my name."
Richard could tell from the expressions flitting across her pretty face that she might be regretting her request. Sitting in the silence of an empty bathtub meant that she would have to face all of her demons which she is clearly not ready for. Maybe she doesn't want to be alone after all? However, Richard doesn't give her time to ask him to stay. She has to feel the absence of his presence to truly understand why she needs him. Why she can't live without him any more than he can live without her. He isn't dealing with 13-year-old Raven who has never experienced what it's like to have a family that cares about her well-being. Young Raven would have had to pull herself together in that hospital bed. Swallow her sorrows and her fears for the comfort of others because she's the child of evil and doesn't deserve compassion.
No, his Rachel has experienced love. She knows what it feels like to have someone waiting at her bedside. Hoping and praying that she wakes up. Uninjured. Unscathed. Whole. The sting will be much deeper now that she knows what it feels like.
Richard counts the seconds as he stands alone in his darken bedroom. His eyes roaming around the remnants of his destroyed space. Taking stock of the damage and what needs repairing. Wondering if it's worth the investment to fix these things now that he has no desire to stay at the Tower for much longer. Eventually, his eyes make their way to his laptop, idly sitting on his desk. He might as well do some light research while he waits for the serum to do its job.
The sound of splashing water lets him know that Rachel is still awake and slowly moving around in the tub. He is careful to keep the volume on his laptop muted as he peruses various media outlets. He is looking for new information but what he finds are brief clips of Starfire and Cyborg giving real time interviews at the scene of the crime. According to the closed captions scrolling along the bottom of his screen, they are encouraging people to steer clear of the area and letting them know that the Titans are on the case. It eases Richard's mind to know that they are still there because it means that he has more time to probe Rachel's mind to gain the answers he needs. They will come looking for her the minute they realize that she's not resting in the medic bay and then this golden opportunity would be wasted.
Richard continues to do light research and note taking until he realizes that he doesn't hear the sound of water slouching around anymore. It's been about 10 minutes since he's left her alone in the tub with her myriad of thoughts. Hopefully, she's been thinking deeply about today's events because it's ideal for those thoughts to be floating around the surface of her mind as he begins his questioning. It makes it easier for the truths to slip through. While the truth serum is useful, it's not always reliable. Essentially, it lowers a person's inhibitions so it's harder for someone to filter through what should and shouldn't be said. In other words, it's slightly more effective than being drunk.
The young hero gently closes his laptop before standing up and stretching. He can feel the bones and joints of his back and arms rejoice at the range of motion. A deep sigh escapes through his nose in a rush of air. He is about to walk into dangerous territory, and he knows it. If something as simple as brushing Rachel's teeth was enough to test his self-control, who knows what he'll do to the naked, wet woman in his tub. With a deep sigh, Richard drags his large hands across his face and massages his temples before peering down at the noticeable swell in his sweats. The reality of their situation makes it difficult for him to calm his arousal. Up until this point, all he really had to go on was his imagination, causal touches and past experiences with previous flings. Dirty thoughts turned in to dirtier fantasies...but in this moment he can make those musings his reality.
A shiver runs down Richard's spine and he can feel his chapped lips crack into a crooked grin beneath the fingers that are now resting on his mouth. He slowly angles his head towards the open doorway leading into the bathroom. Her helplessness places so much power into his capable, waiting hands. There is no one here to stop him from striding into that room and taking what has been denied to him for so long. How hard would it be for him to part her legs wide and feast on what she's offering? He knew she was wet. He hadn't missed the movement of her pupils as her eyes dilated when he was suggestively brushing her tongue. Or the way she angled her own head further back so that his questing fingers could have better access to her mouth. The pretty flush of her face had deepened when he began thrusting his fingers as her nipples hardened to pebbles beneath the hospital gown. The lewd sounds of her moans and groans just adding fuel to an already raging fire…
You. Us.
Those words said in that raspy voice was enough to stop Richard's perverse recollection. He and them were not the same. They wanted her powers while he wanted her...everything. They were not the same, yet somehow, it was that voice that had managed to cut through his lust and keep him in check. The thought of these demons plotting and planning out there was enough to calm Richard down so that he could reenter that bathroom. It cooled his head enough to keep him standing at the sight of his love wrapped up in his towel and clinging to the edge of the counter. The hospital gown resting at her feet. Her expression so lost that it pulled at his heart strings and elevated his excitement. He had her where he has always wanted her. So confused that she had no choice but to fall into his arms. She said nothing when he hooked his arm beneath her knees and swept her feet out from under her. Rachel just clung to him tighter as he placed her in the bathtub.
Will those ominous words be enough to cut through the hazy delirium of his lust and the golden opportunity presented before him? The answer is hanging heavily between his thighs.
Richard slowly lowers his right hand towards the throbbing bulge while he keeps his twisted grin covered with his left. Walking in like this would be an exceptionally dangerous game that will change the both of them forever. Fucking her now would just be a conquest. Claiming ownership of her body. Hollow. Pointless. If he did that, then he really would be no better than those demons. That will not do! Their first time together should be memorable for them both. Rachel should be conscious and responsive, not exhausted and limp. Therefore, the only way to take care of Rachel is by taking care of himself.
He licks his dry lips as he gently cups himself. The gentle squeeze is rewarded with a low groan emitting from the base of his throat. The sound of slouching water hits his ears, and his eyes snap towards the open doorway. The glow of the candles within transforms the entryway into something mysterious and mystical. Utterly inviting. An other worldly siren lays within. Tempting him to do something sinful. Who is he to tell her no?
Two thumbs hook themselves into the waistband of his sweats and slowly pulls down. The friction between cloth and erection is tortuously sweet. As is the feeling of the cool evening air on his heated flesh. The tip of his cock is already glistening in the low light of his cold bedroom. Standing tall and waiting for attention. A shiver runs through him as his capable hand ghosts over his shaft and cups his balls. The weight of them lets him know that he is carrying a hefty load which means that he'll need something to clean up the mess. With a sigh he lifts up the edge of his shirt and gingerly pulls it over his head. He'll have to use this as his cum rag for now.
With a dry chuckle, Richard places a section of his balled up shirt in his mouth and bites down...hard. He has to be mindful of any type of noise he might make since he's not standing that far away from the entrance to the bathroom. Off to the side of the door frame, but close enough for him to be able to reach out and touch the wall. Which he does in an effort to brace himself. He can hear her. The sound of water only amplifies her presence. It calls to him. Reminding him that this is real and not another one of his warped fantasies. Oh no, no, no. In those, he's the one in charge. Bold and demanding. In reality, he always finds himself quivering in a corner with cock in hand. How his Rachel always manages to humble him like this, he has no idea. Without lifting a finger, she's yoked him like a beast. He doesn't care about whether or not he should be angered by this truth in this particular moment. The only think he can focus on is easing the tension in his cock with steady, firm strokes.
Richard can feel beads of sweat forming on his brow and the back of his neck as he continues to torment himself. He knows that he should finish this quickly, but he's enjoying the tease. The thumb dragging his pre-cum across the head of his dick before nimble fingers glide across the thick vein along the underside of his manhood illicit a guttural groan from the young man. Richard appreciates the weight of his erection while thinking about the pathetic picture he's painting. If Rachel were to walk through that bathroom door right now, she'd be greeted with the image of her beloved leader pleasuring himself in the shadows to the sound of her bathwater. Grey sweatpants abandoned at his ankles, muscles in his thighs and abs pulled tight as the same hand that had been exploring her mouth furiously work to bring himself release. Ever proud Richard allows his eyes to flutter close and his head to tilt back as he imagines Rachel's soaking wet body basking on the other side of the glowing door. The soaked towel slipping off of her full breasts as she pulls her hair away from her face. The water laps at her partly submerged nipples in such a teasing way that she shivers as the sensation shoots straight to her core. She shifts in his tub, spreading her legs wide enough to make room for him…
...Richard quickly releases the shirt clenched between his teeth and it falls into his idle left hand. He can feel his balls tighten at the impeding explosion. As much as he wants to slow down and draw this out for his own enjoyment, he knows that time is of the essence. He can't keep his love soaking for too long and he needs to finish what he started before his other teammates find their way home.
It doesn't take much to finish him. His firm, confident strokes become erratic as visions of Rachel's waiting mouth taunt him. Soft lips encase his questing digits. Simultaneously wanting to please, but not sure how to do it. The pretty blush that spreads across her cheeks as his fingers fondled her tongue causes the tingling sensation at the base of his abdomen to intensify, but it was the tears in her watery eyes that drove Richard over the edge. The first shot of thick cum was accompanied by a loud grunt that eased into a low groan as the rest of his load found its way onto his white shirt. He was thankful that he had the presence of mind to use it. It gave him a place to aim as he milks himself for what he's worth.
A quiet "fuck" is whispered as he uses a fresh side of his shirt to clean up anything that he might have missed, which thankfully, is not much. He drops the soiled cloth at the side of his hamper next to the bathroom door before slowly bending down to pull his pants back up. The thought of grabbing another shirt crosses his mind but decides against it. After that explosive climax, he's feeling overheated, sweaty and out of breath. He takes a moment to regain his composure before meeting the object of his lust and affections in the flesh again.
Richard slowly makes his way to the entrance of the bathroom and peers inside. He's greeted by the vision of Rachel's tired head laying against the tub's headrest. Her eyes are close, and her full lips are slightly parted. She appears to be blissfully unaware of the raunchy moment he just had on the other side of this wall and for that he is grateful. He watches as the soft glow of the candlelight makes the skin of Rachel's throat appear to be velvety soft. What he wouldn't give to run his lips across that lovely neck and feel her shiver in his arms.
This young man takes a deep shaky breath before stepping over the threshold into this dangerously mystical place. He quietly closes the door behind him so as not to disturb the dozing beauty before him. On silent feet he walks up to the side of the tub before crouching down beside her.
"Rachel?" he soft breathes into the air around them.
Her long, dark lashes flutter but she doesn't open her eyes. It appears as though she might be dreaming. Richard picks up the loofah sponge hanging on the side of the tub and gently submerges it in the warm water. With care, he presses it against her bare shoulder and watches as the water is released in little rivets across her skin. A small gasp hits his ears, and he smiles as her eyes shoot open at the new sensation.
"Hello, sleepyhead," he coos as his moves the soaked loofah towards the center of her chest. He squeezes the sponge and is rewarded with a slight shiver and breathless "Dick?"
The dimples on his cheeks deepen as his smile widens when he playfully responds with, "Who else would I be?"
It is clear that his love is disoriented by the glazed over expression on her face and the unfocused look in her eyes. The serum has finally settled in and the added ambiance of the glowing candles and an unfamiliar environment is only adding to her sense of disorientation.
"Dick…" is whispered between them, "is this a dream?"
"Do you dream of me often, Rachel?" he asks as he soaks the sponge again.
Without much thought she simply states, "yes."
A hand shoots up from the water to cover her mouth when her sluggish brain realizes what she's just admitted to. Richard smiles at her charmingly as he moves the soaked sponge to her other shoulder. The length of his arm stretches across her towel covered chest. He gently presses the loofah to her tender flesh and watches as she shivers in response to the water? His closeness? The feel of his warm breath against her ear? Probably all 3.
"..I didn't mean…" she begins to say but is cut off by Richard.
"You should dream of me more," he says as he continues on his mission, "Every night. I am your dream man after all."
Rachel snorts as her lashes flutter close and a smile pulls at her lips. "That is something real Dick would say. He always thinks he's the best looking one in the room."
"You don't agree?" Richard asks as he squeezes the loaded sponge at the base of her neck and is delighted by her "oh!"
"You're mean," she pouts. Her eyes are open and trying to focus on his face but the soft, flickering lights of the candles are making it difficult. She couldn't tell if this was a dream, hallucination or nightmare and Richard reveled in it. In the state that she's in, he could make it all three, but the truth is that he'd rather tease the information out of her.
"You didn't answer my question," he says as he places his large hand against the smooth skin of her chest. Water droplets glisten and glimmer in the low light like diamonds. He feels his cock violently twitch at the sight before his eyes and the feeling of her fluttering heart beneath his hand. He silently thanks himself for having the foresight to take care of his needs. Had he not done that earlier then he surely would be balls deep inside of his woman by now. Richard pulls in a deep breath through his nose before continuing.
"If you dream of my often," he repeats, "then that makes me your dream man. Don't you find your dream man handsome?"
Rachel slowly blinks her hazy violet eyes and somehow still manages sarcasm with, "Yes, dream Dick. You are handsome."
"Good girl," he says as his brings his other hand up to cradle her cheek. The loofah long forgotten and floating off somewhere in the tub. He gently strokes her face as he continues. "Thank you for being honest with me."
Richard looks on affectionately as Rachel turns her face into his hand and gently muzzles it. She must really believe this is a dream, he thinks to himself.
"Can you be honest with me again?" he gently asks. She nods once into the palm of his hand with her eyes closed. A smaller, paler hand finds its way out of the water and wraps itself around his wrist as though to keep him from pulling away. "Do you love my, Rachel?"
"Yes," she says without hesitation or opening her eyes. Richard smiles and shifts himself from a crouching position to a kneeling one so that he can reach her more comfortably.
"Thank you for being honest with me," Richard repeats and leans over to place a kiss on the crown of his love's head. He lingers there for a few seconds to deeply inhale the mixture of his bath scents and her distinctly feminine one. When he pulls away, he is greeted with a drowsy expression of contentedness on Rachel's face.
"You smell," she states and frowns as her brain is trying to piece together words. Richard felt a little offended. It's been a long day of running around, worrying and sweat. Humph!
Before he could retort, Rachel's expression shifted from one of contentment to lust as her eyes take in the muscles of his chest. Richard watches in slight confusion as she repeats, "You smell...good."
It was then he realizes that she was breathing as deeply as he was when he leaned into her. Richard watches on in amusement as Rachel's other hand leaves the water and gingerly touches his chest. Her movements are equal parts clumsy and careful as though touching him too hard would end her sweet dream. He lets her hand wonder where it pleases while he enjoys the attention. His twitching manhood stiffens as her soft fingertips ghost over an old scar and lustful eyes softens a bit.
"This feels so...real," she mumbles into the palm of his hand.
"You've seen my body before," he playfully reminds her because she has seen him in various stages of undress throughout the years.
A look of confusion flutters over her face. "But I've never dreamed of you in this much detail."
"Oh!" he exclaims, "Do you normally dream of me naked?"
A pretty blush blossoms on her face before she snatches her hand back. Her silence was his answer and Richard found his smile widening. He knew she found him attractive and even Starfire had admitted that Rachel had had a crush on him at one point, but that didn't change how relieved he felt at knowing that she's entertained some steamy dreams with him in the starring role.
"Hey, Rachel," he asks, "if I ask you a question will you be honest with me?"
She looks at him with slight worry in her dreamy eyes but nods her head yes anyway.
"Who is Bryce to you?" he inquires and is pleased by the relief that floods her face. He needs to lull her with easy questions before he asks something more difficult.
"He's just someone I work with at the library," she says. "I don't know him very well, but he seems nice."
Richard nods his acceptance of this answer. He leans forward once again and gently touches his forehead to hers before saying, "Thank you for being honest with me."
Blue-grey watches startled violet relax and flutter close in appreciation. Richard knows that he's capitalizing on the effects of the drug and his love's hunger for physical and verbal affection, but if this is what it takes, then so be it.
"Hey, Rachel…" he whispers to the space between them before dropping his face to the place where her shoulder meets neck. His warm, dry lips press against the fluttering pulse in her throat. He enjoys the feel of erratic beating in his mouth before licking it with the broad side of his tongue. The low moan that hits his ears zings straight to his crotch and Richard smiles wickedly against Rachel's willing flesh.
He pulls away to finish his question, "...who were those dem…"
Richard doesn't get to finish his question because a pair of warm lips silence him.
She tastes like mint.
Is this...is this the tables turning?! I'm just happy Richard is working with post nut clarity (I think).
