A/N: Hello dears. I'm in a slightly better mood. I have some wicked scheming in mind and friends in low places. You think of better ideas when you're in a good mood, I think. Also, don't mess with me or you get stitches. Why? Because I'm a white witch, bitch.

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David looked at Calli as she laid on her bed, looking up at the ceiling like it had done her so much wrong. It was New Years Eve and she'd come home late from work after pulling off a long day of housekeeping at the hospital. Completely exhausted and not even in the mood for kisses. (Though he'd managed to steal a few despite her protests.) Calli didn't even have the energy to change out of her work uniform and that was so unlike her.

"Princess, you look like shit in that prison suit," David said, glancing at her as he sat on the bed. "You know I hate it when you wear those things. Go take a shower and change into something more comfortable." He smirked. "Preferably your birthday suit."

Calli groaned and lifted her middle finger. "That. That is what I think of your fucking idea to get me naked and wet."

David's gaze slid along her body. "I don't need water to get you wet."

He noticed when her legs squeezed together tightly. "That. That isn't happening either, bucko. So fuck off."

"I'd rather fuck you."

Calli glared up at him and then looked back at the ceiling. "Sorry. All out of fucks. Come back in a year."I

"The next year is coming in an hour."

"Two years then. I'm making you wait two years. And a half. Because I said so."

David smoothed his hand down her body and then back up her torso, dragging her shirt up. "I bet…"

Calli's breath remained normal as he pulled her shirt up to her breasts and then slid his fingers under her bra. She didn't react when he started massaging her breast, rolling the nipple between his fingers and his brow furrowed.

Odd…

Calli sighed and hooked her hands behind her head. "Let me know when you've had your fun…"

Confused by the lack of reaction, David slid his hand down her stomach and dipped it below her waist, gliding it over the apex of her thighs. Calli's heart beat remained the same: slow, even. He stroked her gently then hard, then gently again. Nothing.

"Do you want to try your tongue next?" Calli asked, lifting her head slightly to give him a look. "Because I can pretend to scream if it'll give you your nightly jollies. I just don't find this very…fun tonight."

David pulled his hand back. "Why not?"

Calli shrugged her shoulder. "No idea."

"Not an answer. There has to be a reason you're not feeling anything when I touch you." David looked at her. "Did I do something wrong?"

A slight groan passed through Calli's throat as she pushed herself into a seated position. "You didn't do anything, David. You Boys need to stop thinking that you lot did something to me when I have a mood unless I strictly tell you that you did something. This has nothing to do with you."

David watched her move off the bed and stumble over to her desk, pulling off her uniform shirt along the way. David watched her breasts bounce under her camisole as she stretched and felt himself grow hungry. He wanted to devour her. Imperfections and all. Hard. Fast. Slow, loving. He didn't care how. He'd do it all the ways in the world. Just to get her under him, against him.

Calli reached into her desk and pulled out her bottle of ibuprofen, popping a few of the pills. David narrowed his eyes until she chased the pills down with a few swallows of water. It wouldn't have been unlike her to dry swallow her pills.

"I'm not going to make it to New Years," she announced, stretching with a yawn. "I'm too old for this shit and I worked too hard. I'm beat." She sent him a tired, apologetic look. "Sorry, hon."

David shook his head. "You're far from old. And you can make it to midnight. You've got me."

"Don't feel like it," Calli said stubbornly, leaning against her bookshelf of manga books.

"You also didn't feel like dating all of us or installing the pole in your room," David reminded her, gesturing at the large metal pole that hung proudly in the middle of her room. "Then you did and now you don't regret it."

Calli glanced at the pole and made a small face. She thumbed her nose at it and then looked away. "You Boys laugh when I use it."

"Because we're fucking proud of you for stepping out of your comfort zone," David told her, rising to his feet. "And you're learning very well."

Calli looked away from him and stared at the pole, swaying slightly. David sent the mental urge for her to go towards it and she resisted, but just for a moment. Calli walked over to the pole and wrapped her hand around it, resting her forehead against the cold metal. She twisted around on it and looked at him with wide doe eyes.

"David," she whispered, her eyes pleading. "I'm empty."

"Empty?" David repeated, looking at her as he moved towards her. "What do you mean?"

Calli's green eyes looked up at him. "I just wanna feel…something."

David lifted a hand and traced his fingers down the curve of her cheek. "Let me help you…"

Calli's lips were soft, but needing when he kissed her. He kissed her as if he was trying to merge with her and he molded his body against hers, pressing her back against the pole. Her fingers pushed at his jackets, trying to force them off and he knew she was desperate to get to the flesh. He tore the jackets off and threw them aside before ripping off his muscle shirt. Calli let out a small sound and pressed open mouthed kisses to his flesh, but David was having none of it. He grabbed her by the hair and pulled her head back, kissing her fiercely. His other hand reached out and literally ripped off her shirt and her bra, tossing the remnants aside.

Naked flesh touched naked flesh as Calli's body collided with his. David enjoyed the warmth of her skin, knowing that his chilled hers, but she never complained. He gestured upwards with his eyes and Calli pouted about having to break contact, but she obeyed.

She reached up and pulled herself up and up on the pole. David pulled off her jeans and then ripped her underwear in two. He got on his knees in front of her and lifted her legs over his shoulders, one by one. The girl made a keening sound when he brought his lips to the apex of her thighs.

The girl cried out again and again as he devoured her, taking her from one high point to the next. Calli's thighs tightened around him and she pressed herself closer to him, crying out in pleasure-pain like he hadn't done this before.

Easy, he ordered, sending the thought into her head. We've got all night.

Fuck you. I want to have you inside me now. Give me, give me.

David growled as she reached down and tugged on his feather soft hair and looked up at her with a tinge of gold in his ice blue eyes. He licked his lips as he lowered her legs from his shoulders and slipped them around his waist. Calli mewled at him as he rotated his clothed hips against hers, clearly disappointed that there were cloth barriers separating them.

"Do something better," she ordered, glaring at him.

David reached down and popped his jeans open, letting his erection swing free. Calli let out a little gasp as he brushed against her. Then he growled and thrust sharply in until their hips touched. She clutched at him desperately and David pounded into her, taking her hard and fast. Calli's cries filled his ear as he rode her against that pole, knowing her back was sliding against it and would most likely be sore afterwards.

He spun them around at the thought and moved them over to the bed, climbing on top of her and riding her so hard that the bed shook against the wall. Calli cried out and her nails bit half moons into his flesh. David reached down and touched her as he rode her, adding yet another sensation and she screamed in pure delight as her walls came crashing down.

David groaned aa he was milked of his own release and came hard inside of her. He moved his hips hard against hers for several moments, riding out the reverberations of their mutual climaxes before he slowly slipped out of her. Calli was then safely tucked against his side and he stroked her side with light fingers.

Calli nuzzled her cheek against his chest and sighed, drumming her fingers against his abs. David smoothed his fingers over her skin, feeling the softness of her flesh, the warmth. He always did his best to memorize it, but he had a feeling that when the time came, memories wouldn't do the actual feeling justice. Nothing ever did.

"Thank you," Calli whispered, hugging him around the middle.

David hummed in response and looked at the ceiling, wishing that he could break her 'no cigarette' rule because this would be the perfect time. She wouldn't go for it though. Hell, even alcohol wasn't allowed in the house most days.

Calli yawned and sat up, looking at the television nearby. She turned it on and David saw the giant ball in Times Square moving towards the finishing spot.

"Three…two…one…" Calli turned and kissed him loudly. "Happy New Year!"

David smirked and kissed her back. "There's just one thing you've got to deal with…if you're not too tired…"

"What's that?" Calli asked.

That smirk grew more dangerous as the wind outside the window picked up and the sound of motorcycles filled the air. Calli's entire body drained of color and she tried to scoot backwards.

"David, no!"

David tightened his grip around her. "Ah, ah, ah. None of that. You're the girlfriend of all of us. They want to celebrate New Years too. Fair's fair."

David pressed a kiss to her forehead and then turned his head. "She's up here, Boys!"

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A/N: Happy New Years everyone. This is late, I know. But I have had the worst week and the strangest last few days. If people think that they are going to bring me down now, they can suck eggs. I'm done with them. - Scarlet