Hey everyone! Now's finally the time for Delilah to start learning about more of Jonathan's plan! Is he going to tell her everything, or will that come at a later time? Keep reading to find out. Also, there will be some bolded 'thoughts' for Edward that represent his alter ego, so be aware. Please leave reviews, show me some love, let me know what you like or don't like! Happy reading! :)
TW for a lemon/smut towards the end, and for a discussion about parental abuse.
Scarecrow/Riddler thoughts
Normal thoughts
Chapter 8: Hideout
Slight ringing echoed in Delilah's ears as her eyes fluttered open. Her muscles ached as she tried to sit up. "Where….where am I?" She asked herself. She glanced around as she noticed she was in a large bed with green sheets. The room around her had exposed brick walls and multiple bookshelves filled with books, a few pieces of abstract art on the walls, and a large mahogany dresser. When she tried sitting up her arms gave out and she plopped back on the bed. She tried getting up again, managing to sit up and put her feet on the floor. That's when she noticed she was in a different outfit. She was wearing a loose t-shirt and shorts instead of the business suit she'd previously been in.
"What the fuck?! Who undressed me?!" She shrieked, her confusion turning to anger.
Suddenly she heard heavy footsteps rush towards her and saw Edward and Jonathan run into the room.
"Delilah, let us explain -" Jonathan started to speak but Delilah quickly cut him off, standing up and looking up at him.
"Explain what? How coordinated you both were during the breakout? Where we are? How Edward is still here and not in fucking Blackgate? Oh, and maybe most importantly, how my outfit got switched?! I'd love an explanation, so please give me one. Now." She glared at him intensely, a new fury in her eyes that he'd never seen before.
Oooooh Jonny, I like the anger! Completely unexpected, but it's kinda hot.
For fuck's sake, shut up! I don't need you distracting me right now.
He needed to come up with a good way to explain everything that had happened. The fact that she caught on to their coordination made him rethink what exactly he was going to tell her. Before he could speak, Edward spoke up.
"What can be either big or small, anywhere in the world, near or far; can stay the same or change over time, and is different for everyone, but everyone has at least one?"
Both Jonathan and Delilah looked at him quizzically.
"Seriously Ed, a riddle?" Jonathan questioned.
"Well, I am the Riddler after all." Edward responded with a chuckle.
"I'm -" Delilah focused her attention on Edward and gasped as she finally got to see him in his trademark green suit, complete with a purple question mark tie, green hat, and cane with a golden question mark on top.
"Have I finally stumped you Delilah? I figured I would at some point." Edward smirked, noticing Delilah checking him out.
"H-home. The answer to your riddle, Edward, is home. But that still leaves me with next to no answers." Delilah stuttered, ignoring his snarky comment as she glanced at the two men.
"Very good, even with all that's happening you still get my riddles. I guess an explanation is in order though. I know I'd be demanding one too if I was in your position. Well, you're in my home. Or rather, one of my homes. I have a few hideouts that I tend to bounce between, but this one draws the least suspicion from others. As for how you got into your current clothes, I did change you. I give you my word that nothing bad happened, I just figured you wouldn't really be comfortable staying in your suit. The other things are a bit more difficult to explain I'm afraid, so I'll let Jonathan take over." Edward explained, avoiding Jonathan's glare as he handed the rest of the explanation over to him.
"Well, I guess I do trust you to have just changed me and nothing else, so thank you Edward. But I definitely think I need more of an explanation for everything else."
Jonathan took a deep breath before he began to speak, choosing his words carefully. He wanted to assuage her of any worries she still had without revealing the entirety of his plan.
"I think it's no secret that breakouts happen quite frequently at Arkham. I'm always prepared when they happen, and sometimes I have a bit of insight as to when they'll happen, mostly because they're almost always organized by the rogues and I work with all of them directly. I was informed that there would be a breakout in the next month or two, but after I learned about the danger you were placed in by Carmine Falcone I called in a favor to have the breakout happen sooner. I did that so you could be moved here, for your protection. Believe it or not Edward is a trustworthy person and I knew he would be the most able to protect you and keep you safe. I also observed that he personally cares for your well-being, so that was a plus."
Delilah stared incredulously at Jonathan, unable to process the explanation he'd given her.
"So let me get this straight; you have this sort of quid pro quo relationship with all of the rogues, including Edward, that gives you special intel and you used that to aid in an Arkham breakout so I could be safe?" she questioned, her jaw slightly agape.
"Yes, that's exactly what happened." Jonathan answered stoically.
Jonny boy, I love how good of a liar you've become! Usually this girl makes you flustered so I'm glad you haven't fucked this up yet, I'm pretty surprised!
In about five seconds I'm going to banish you entirely. Please, please stop distracting me.
You're no fun!
Delilah sat back down on the bed, staring at the floor as she adjusted to the news. It felt so hard to believe, but she trusted that Jonathan was telling the truth, regardless of how outlandish it was. She finally looked back up at Edward.
"So all of the rogues knew about this plan?"
"Yes, we all knew. Jonathan told us about it as soon as Falcone threatened you." Edward responded, sitting down next to her. "We rogues sometimes care about other people. Lucky for you, you happen to be one of those few people."
"Thank you Edward, I appreciate that." She smiled. "But wait, Oswald's getting out in a few days, right? Why not just wait until then and have me go with him?"
"Absolutely not!" Edward and Jonathan exclaimed at the same time, looking directly at Delilah.
"Yes Oswald is very helpful and polite, and he seems trustworthy on the outside. But if he has anything to gain from betraying you he'll do it in an instant, no matter what type of bond you've formed with him. If you'd gone with him he would've given you up to Falcone in two seconds if he could get money or power out of it. You must be careful around him. Please promise me that." Edward responded sternly, taking one of Delilah's hands in his.
She could tell from the dark look in his eyes that he and Oswald had some sort of history, and perhaps Oswald had betrayed Edward in the past. She looked at Jonathan who nodded in agreement.
"You've always wondered why he's been in Arkham so often, but if you look at his criminal record and what exactly he's done, you'd see why. He's not a man to be trifled with or trusted too easily." Jonathan said.
"Got it. So, what exactly is the plan now? I just stay here, hiding until Falcone eventually finds me?" Delilah questioned.
"Not exactly. I think I have a possible way to take Falcone down but I'm still planning that out. You and Edward will both be hiding out here. Falcone would never suspect that you'd be in a rogue's hideout so you're safe here for the time being. We will make it look as though you're missing so you need to get off the grid. No cell phone, no social media, nothing. I know that's hard, but I promise it won't be forever. We need to make it look like something happened to you during the breakout so Falcone will be thrown off your trail, since it was only a matter of time before he realized you'd be hiding in Arkham. In that time I will formulate my plan to take him down completely."
As Jonathan explained the new plan Delilah's face paled and her heart raced, new fears entering her.
What are my parents going to think? Will they even care, or will they be told I had some sort of 'accident' with Falcone and they'll brush it off? How am I going to live here with Edward?
"Delilah?" Jonathan questioned, breaking her out of her trance. He could see the fear in her eyes, and as much as he, mostly Scarecrow, wanted to exploit it he knew it was not the time or place.
"Before the breakout happened I told you that things would be changing, and you said you would trust me to keep you safe. Do you still trust me? You are by no means a hostage, and if you want to go back home right now you can. But if you do I don't know what, or who, will be waiting for you there." Jonathan asked, biting the inside of his cheek as she waited to respond. If she said no and left it would destroy his entire plan, so he desperately hoped she still trusted him.
After taking a deep breath Delilah responded.
"I still don't entirely understand everything that's going on or why it's happening, but I know you want to keep me safe. I appreciate both of you for doing that for me. I do trust you. So, I guess you have a new roommate Edward." She smiled, looking at them both and holding Edward's hand a bit tighter.
"Perfect. I've always hated living alone anyway." Edward smiled.
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Edward and Jonathan left Delilah alone to give her some time to adjust as she sorted through her things. In addition to the bag Harley brought over after the breakout Jonathan also had one of his men go to Delilah's apartment to get more of her stuff so she could stay here indefinitely. He knew one of the hardest parts of all this would be letting her stay this close to Edward for a long period of time. Everyone was already quite aware that he and Delilah had feelings for each other, and if she decided to side with him after all of this it would ruin his plan, and likely destroy any chance of him ever working with Edward again. He'd put years into his relationship with Delilah and if Edward ruined that in a few short months he didn't know if they could ever return from that. But that would come in time.
He pulled Edward aside quickly and spoke quietly so Delilah would not hear them.
"Edward, listen. I appreciate that you care about her. But you know from the beginning I've been intending on asking her to work with me. If you value our friendship at all I beg you to remember that."
"Oh, you consider us to be friends? How delightful!" Edward replied sardonically, an exaggerated smile on his face. Jonathan scowled.
"Don't be like that Jonathan. I know that you want that, and I won't stand in the way of it. Once I start working to trip up the bat I won't ask her to work with me. But if she stays for other reasons I still won't stop her from working with you. You have my word." Edward added, the sincerity in his tone obvious to Jonathan.
"Thank you, I appreciate that. Certain….feelings have made this situation a lot more complicated than I thought it would be, so I'm glad we're on the same page." Jonathan said, sighing deeply. The two men had had an interesting relationship over the years, so their mutual feelings for the same woman came as a bit of a shock. They'd lived together while hiding out, worked together, and slept together several times over the years. Frankly if Jonathan could trust any of the rogues wholeheartedly it'd be Edward, and he'd hoped after all this time Edward felt the same way. Things with Delilah certainly complicated their relationship but he hoped it wouldn't be forced to change too much.
"I agree full heartedly. Although I have to admit, I'd be lying if I said this odd little triangle hasn't been giving me some entertaining ideas." Edward chuckled, leaning a bit closer to Jonathan. His fingers tapped slightly on his leg, which was a sign of two things to Jonathan; fear or arousal.
Jonathan glanced over at the bedroom door, ensuring Delilah did not come out before leaning to whisper in Edward's ear. "Oh, you have ideas now? And what sorts of ideas are you having?" Jonathan rasped into his ear, earning a stifled shudder and more rapidly tapping fingers from Edward.
Jackpot.
One of Jonathan's favorite pastimes, aside from perfecting his work, was to understand what made others around him tick and find out their weaknesses. Edward's were easy to spot; although he maintained a certain level of dominance in his life, he succumbed just as easily to it from others, particularly Jonathan. This fact made him smirk against Edward's earlobe as he took a risk, softly biting it, relishing in the quiet gasp Edward emitted.
"Maybe not while Delilah is still in the dark about so much?" Edward asked, his voice barely above a whisper as he continued to violently tap his fingers. As much as he wanted to, he had to wait for certain activities to occur. It was certainly too early for Delilah to be able to handle everything now. Besides, he always liked to attempt to assert his dominance with Jonathan, although that attempt almost always failed.
"Good point. Although I'd still love to hear those ideas of yours, Edward." Jonathan pulled away and held the smirk on his face as he saw Edward work to regulate his breathing and the slight panic in his eyes.
As they finished talking Delilah came out from Edward's bedroom, looking curiously at the rest of his apartment. The same exposed brick donned each of the walls, and there were more bookshelves. There was a small brown couch with a flatscreen TV on the opposite wall, along with a round wooden coffee table. His kitchen was pretty small, but had metal countertops and mahogany cabinets, and there was a small circular wooden dining table with four chairs close to long, narrow windows. She could see lights from skyscrapers outside, so she suspected they were in the heart of Gotham. There was also a study area with a large desk and computer, along with other tech parts she didn't recognize. She glanced over at the two men, sensing a level of tension in the air. After everything that had been happening she decided it was probably in her best interest not to pry, approaching them in an attempt to alleviate whatever tension their private conversation had caused.
"I hope you like it! It's a bit messy, I know, but I haven't been around for a while to straighten up." Edward broke the silence, earning a giggle from Delilah.
"I do, thank you Edward. I really do appreciate you letting me stay here." She replied, smiling at him.
"It's no problem my dear. Usually I'm the one who has to worry about being found out here so it's interesting to have that change." He responded. He glanced at Jonathan, who was completely focused on Delilah.
"Well, I need to head out. I wanted to stay here until you woke up to explain everything to you and make sure you were okay, but the less time I spend here the better. I have a burner phone for you to use to contact me. It's untraceable, and only has my contact information and Edward's. Please don't use it unless it's an emergency, but keep it on as I will be checking in." Jonathan handed Delilah an old flip phone and gave her a sympathetic glance. She held the phone in her hands, looking at it before putting it in her pocket. She quickly grabbed Jonathan and gave him a tight hug. Her eyes welled up with tears as the effort and time Jonathan had put into keeping her safe really sank in. He didn't have to do this for her; after all, she was just an employee of his now. Even with their history back at Gotham U she never would've expected him to help her out like this.
Edward slowly snuck out of the room, thinking it was best to give them a little bit of alone time.
What are you doing? You're going to hand her over to him, practically gift wrapping her when you do? This is why things with that Kringle woman didn't work out; you let other men take what's yours.
Relax. She already likes me. She made a move back at Arkham, and now we're living here together. Besides, you're forgetting about Jonathan. This could become a very beneficial arrangement for all of us, so I have no worries.
Atta boy!
Delilah looked up at Jonathan, raising her arms up to wrap them around his neck.
"I know I've said this almost a thousand times by now, but thank you. I really don't know what I would be doing right now if you weren't helping me. I hope someday I can repay you." She said, smiling softly.
"Of course. I'm doing this because I care about you and don't want to see you get hurt. And there's no need to repay me, honestly. Just keep yourself safe." Jonathan replied, smiling back at her.
What are you doing?! You're going soft!
Maybe I am, but I do actually care about her. Besides, she's very useful to me, I can't risk her safety.
Yeah yeah, tell yourself that. But when she ends up not working with you and staying with riddle boy here you'll be sorry.
Jonathan felt his temper flare, but took a quick breath to reign himself in from Scarecrow's insults. Before he could think Delilah stood on her tip-toes to kiss him, pulling him towards her. His eyes widened slightly in shock, then closed as he bent down slightly to kiss her back, moving his hands to the small of her back as he pulled her closer to him. As he did so he slipped his hands under her shirt, scratching her lower back. She gasped as a chill ran down her spine from the sudden bit of pain mixing with the pleasure of the kiss. He took the opportunity to slip his tongue into her mouth, smirking as she seemed to melt under his touch. Almost as quickly as it began their kiss ended, both of them breathing a bit heavier. Delilah softly bit her lip as she looked up at Jonathan, her face flushed.
See? I told you.
Well played, my friend.
"Once again, please stay safe. I'll check in on you tomorrow. Also, don't let Edward do anything stupid." Jonathan said, chuckling at the end.
"Don't worry, I'll watch him like a hawk. We'll be fine." Delilah giggled, walking Jonathan to the door and helping him leave. As she closed the door she sighed deeply, walking over to Edward's room. She noticed he'd left when she was talking to Jonathan so they could have time alone.
"Hey, Edward, it's safe to come out now. It's just us." She said as Edward exited his room, already changed into his pajamas for the night. A deep blush radiated over her face as she looked him up and down. He was only wearing a pair of light, airy green plaid pants and his glasses. He was a bit more toned and muscular than she thought he was, noticing the outline of his biceps and pecs. His hair was also slightly tousled, giving him a boyish charm. He smirked as he noticed her checking him out.
"I'm glad you like what you see." He chuckled as she froze and began to stutter.
"I-well, I guess it's that time of night isn't it? Nothing too out of the ordinary." She ignored his comment, still blushing.
"That it is. So, what is never eaten before lunch?" He questioned, stepping towards her and tilting his head.
"Um, dinner?"
"Correct! We still need to eat something before bed. Frankly I've been starving, but I couldn't bring myself to eat much of the slop they serve at Arkham. I've been dying for a home-cooked meal."
"Let me cook for you! It's the least I could do for you, ya know, since you're letting me stay in your apartment and all." Delilah smiled as Edward's eyes lit up.
"Are you sure? I don't want you to feel like you owe me anything." He replied sheepishly.
"Of course! I love cooking for other people, so this isn't entirely for your benefit anyway. What do you like?"
"Surprise me."
Delilah immediately perked up and searched through Edward's refrigerator. She picked out several ingredients that she thought would make for a good pasta dish; cans of crushed tomatoes, angel hair pasta, minced garlic, olive oil, and parsley. She helped herself to the kitchenware to start the meal. Edward quietly went over to his record player, looking through his vinyls until he found the perfect album to play. He placed the record in and allowed the song to fill the room, smiling contentedly.
"Is this Bach?" Delilah questioned excitedly, swaying along with the melodic strings flowing through the apartment.
"Yes ma'am, 'Agnus Dei' to be exact. So you like classical music?" Edward asked, walking towards Delilah. Her eyes were closed as she hummed along to the music.
"I've always loved classical music, and Bach is one of my favorite composers. Fun fact, I played the viola for about ten years as a child. I haven't picked it up in years but I miss it. I miss the feeling of the music enveloping your soul, capturing your entire being. Playing it is vastly different than listening to it.
Playing it is almost an otherworldly experience, it's indescribable."
Edward grinned as she spoke, her eyes lighting up and her body swaying.
"Agnus Dei, qui tollis peccata mundi, miserere nobis.
Agnus Dei, qui tollis peccata mundi, miserere nobis.
Agnus Dei, qui tollis peccata mundi, dona nobis pacem."
Edward stood next to her, his jaw slightly agape as she sang in the most heavenly voice he'd ever heard, continuing to sway with the music as she cooked.
If I wasn't mistaken, it seems like you're falling in love again, just like with Ms. Kringle.
Quiet! This woman is different. Ms. Kringle teased me and didn't respect me. Delilah does.
Sure, you'll say that until you find some flaw in her that you can't reconcile. Just take what you want and let her fend for herself.
I'm not going to do that! I actually care about her, and I won't make the same mistakes that I did with Ms. Kringle.
Oh, like killing her? I'm just trying to help you, to help us -
Well I don't need your help right now! I can handle this myself!
Fine, be that way.
Edward took a deep breath to compose himself. Ever since the incident with his ex-girlfriend, Kristen Kringle, his alter ego had come out in full swing. Sometimes he was helpful, like when disposing of Ms. Kringle's body, but other times, like now, he was not.
I'm not going to go back to that same shy, weak man I was before. I won't allow myself to.
Delilah turned back to look at Edward, noticing that he seemed to be deep in thought.
"I hope my singing wasn't that bad." She giggled, breaking him away from his thoughts.
"No, of course not! Your voice is…. it's enchanting." Edward replied, softly placing his arm around her waist. She blushed deeply and focused on her cooking, the meal almost completed.
"Thank you Edward, I appreciate that. Although I think enchanting may be a bit of an overstatement." She said, turning off the stove and moving to pour the cooked pasta into the strainer.
"Nonsense, don't sell yourself short. You seem to be a woman of many talents, Delilah."
"I certainly hope so. You think I can sing well, so now I hope you think I can cook well too."
Delilah prepared plates for each of them then they sat down in the dining room. Edward reached over and grabbed a bottle of wine and two wine glasses from a nearby cabinet, pouring a glass for each of them as they began to eat. Edward's eyes opened wide as he ate quickly.
"Wow, this is amazing!" He said. "How did you learn to cook like this?"
"Thank you! I mostly just followed what my mom would do in the kitchen. She doesn't really use recipes, she just knows what ingredients she needs then kind of crafts the meal as she goes. I learned to cook that way, so everything I make is slightly different than how it was before." Delilah smiled, before thoughts of her parents filled her head. She lowered her head and put her fork down as the unpleasant thoughts flowed.
Edward noticed and stopped eating as well, taking her hand in his. She looked up at him with a soft expression on her face, but he could see the torment in her eyes.
"I know you aren't okay, so I won't bother asking. I'm just so sorry this is all happening. Unfortunately we can't choose our parents, but that doesn't make the pain they cause you any less harmful." Edward said calmly, his eyes darkening as memories from his own past flooded in. Delilah noticed his jaw clench and gripped his hand.
"You don't have to talk about anything you don't want to, but if you need to just know that I'm always here." Delilah said, noticing Edward glance up to look into her eyes.
"I'm fine, it's been a long enough time that I can talk about it." Edward sighed deeply, releasing her hand and looking towards the window. "Well, I was a precocious child. I've always loved riddles, puzzles, anything that can really make me think and is intellectually stimulating. Most parents would love to have a child that's so naturally academically inclined, but it seems as though that wasn't the case with my father. He took every opportunity available to belittle and insult me. He always accused me of trying to lie to him about the simplest things; if I'd done my chores, if my homework was done, where I was going with my friends. If he didn't feel my answer was satisfactory he beat me until he got whatever answer he wanted."
Delilah's eyes widened as Edward told her about his father. Here she was, whining about her parents having a relationship with Falcone, when it sounded like Edward's father was far more abusive. He frowned as he continued his story.
"One of the defining moments of my childhood was in fourth grade. My teacher showed the class a puzzle and set up a contest; whoever could solve the puzzle fastest would win a prize. To be entirely honest I don't remember what the prize was, but that didn't matter to me. I needed to prove to everyone, and myself, that I could do it, that I was better than my classmates. I figured out a way to sneak into the school after hours so I could work on the puzzle. By the time the contest came around it took me less than thirty seconds to solve it, and, of course, I won. When I went home to tell my father and show him the prize he went into a blind rage and beat me again, screaming at me to admit that I had cheated. That was the one time he was right. Even still I never gave him the satisfaction of knowing I'd cheated. He continued to abuse and belittle me, the spiteful fuck he was. When I was in high school I couldn't handle it anymore. One day he started hitting me over something I can't remember, and I went into a blind rage. The next thing I knew my hands were around his neck and his lifeless corpse was in front of me. I can't say I was upset; if anything I was relieved. In an ironic twist of fate I wasn't found guilty of his murder because of the fact that I was a minor and had bruises, cuts, every other tell-tale sign of what he did to me. I'm still glad he's dead. He deserved it." Edward finished, his voice shaking by the end. He finally looked over at Delilah and noticed her wide eyes staring straight at him. His heart raced, hoping he didn't make her fearful of him. She took a shaky breath as she took a second before speaking.
"Edward, I'm so, so sorry for what your father put you through. You didn't deserve any of what happened to you, and your father deserved what he got. None of that abuse should've happened to you and it's so fucked up that a parent could treat a child like that. I'm just sorry for whining so much about my parents. I feel so selfish knowing what I know now." She spoke softly, looking down. He quickly moved his chair closer to hers and lifted her chin to have her meet his gaze.
"Please, Delilah, don't say that. Yes my father was a monster, but your parents don't seem perfect either. You have every right to be upset with them and hate what they've done to you. Just because their abuse is more emotional doesn't mean it's any less impactful. Your parents have still dismissed all of your concerns, gaslit you and put you in close proximity to a ruthless mobster. My story doesn't undermine yours, please don't ever think that." Edward said sternly, pausing as Delilah absorbed his words.
She rested her hand on his knee and smiled when she saw his breathing increase.
"Thank you Edward, you're right. I think I've always underestimated things that affect me, like I don't really look at things that happen to me as being bad or worth the attention of others."
"You need to put more stock in yourself. You're a truly amazing woman and it's quite upsetting to see you sell yourself short. Please don't forget that."
They continued to look into each others' eyes, a light blush creeping across Delilah's cheeks. Edward chuckled as he noticed her blush before leaning over to capture her lips with his own. She lifted her hand to his face, running her thumb along his cheek as he kissed her. Quickly after he pulled away, leaving her still leaned over and looking at him with parted lips. He rapidly collected each of their plates and brought them over to the kitchen sink.
"Since you cooked I'll clean, it's only fair." Edward offered.
"I won't say no to that! I think I'll take this time to go get changed."
Delilah slipped out of the room as Edward began to clean up, still blushing. She and Edward found themselves in so many situations like what just happened. He seemed to look at her in just the right way to make her melt under his gaze, and he also understood her in a way few people had. She nervously rummaged through the bags of stuff Jonathan had brought from her place before finding her pajamas; a pair of black short shorts and a loose white tank top, fluffy purple slippers and a black silk robe. Thank God Jonathan was able to find clothes I like. She quickly slipped into her pajamas and exited the room just as Edward had finished cleaning. This time it was his turn to stare, pausing as he took in her appearance. Her hair was perfectly situated around each of her shoulders and bounced when she walked. He almost didn't notice as she walked slowly towards him until she stood right in front of him, looking up at him with a doe-like look in her eyes.
"Is this too much, Edward?" She smirked, feeling even with him for surprising her with his eveningwear. Suddenly he pulled her close to him, earning a loud gasp from her as his hand gripped her lower back.
"Don't test me, Delilah." He spoke darkly in her ear, smirking as he saw goosebumps on the back of her neck and her heart beating rapidly through her chest.
"Oh? And what happens if I do test you?" She replied, her voice low and slightly shaking.
Edward immediately grabbed her hips roughly and pulled her in to kiss him, tugging her hair as she wrapped her arms around his neck. She moaned as she bit his lip and pulled his hair as well. He took advantage of her moan and slipped his tongue in her mouth, exploring her as she pressed herself against him. He suddenly changed tactics, running his hands down her ass then to her thighs before lifting her up. She instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist tightly as she broke the kiss to grin at him.
He returned the grin, kissing her neck as he walked slowly to his bedroom. Delilah threw her head back as his lips cascaded all around her neck and collarbone, gasping each time he nipped at her soft skin.
Edward turned and leaned down towards his bed, bringing Delilah on the bed gently without stopping his ministrations. She threw her head back as she ground her hips into his, smirking when he groaned in response. She continued her movements against him when he suddenly moved his hands down to her hips, grabbing them tightly and looking into her eyes. Her breathing stopped as she noticed a dark, lustful look in his eyes.
"Tsk tsk, Delilah, someone's a little too eager. I'm in no rush." He growled, the tone of his voice sending a shiver down her spine. He chuckled as he reached his hands under her shirt, moving agonizingly slow as he ran his hands up her body, pulling her shirt up with them. Her chest rose as her breathing increased. Soon her shirt and robe were stripped from her body and she heard Edward sharply inhale as he looked at her body.
She gripped the sheets in her hands and looked away, slightly embarrassed. Edward was one of the most handsome men she had ever seen, and the vulnerable situation she was in just sunk in.
"Delilah, look at me." Edward said, raising his hand to cup her cheek. She turned towards him and looked into his eyes, still clouded over with lust.
"You're an absolutely stunning woman, I hope I can help you realize that."
A deep blush overtook her as he quickly kissed her again, his hands moving to her large chest. He took her right nipple in between two of his fingers and rubbed it, and massaged each of her breasts as she moaned. He quickly broke the kiss and bent down to take her left nipple in his mouth, swirling his tongue around it and flicking it. Delilah breathed heavily as he did the same with her right breast before moving away to place small kisses and bites all around her chest. He worked his way down her body, quickly approaching the waistband of her shorts.
He looked up to see her watching him intently, chuckling darkly as he bit the skin at her hips. Her back arched as she gasped and pressed her hips against him. He slowly hooked his fingers around her pants and underwear, taking them off in one fluid movement. She raised her hips to allow him to get her clothing off easier, and soon she was fully exposed in front of him. She watched him intently as he took each of her legs in his hands and put them over his shoulders, staring into her eyes as he did so. He began to kiss and bite her legs starting at her knees and working towards her core.
She quickly moved to tangle her fingers in his hair, willing him to give her the pleasure she needed. He removed himself from between her legs with lightning speed, pinning her hands above her head.
"Tut-tut, these stay up here. We can't be too eager and spoil all the fun, right?" He said with a devious smirk.
"And what happens if I don't listen?" She responded in kind, looking up at him with a sense of faux innocence as she bit her bottom lip softly.
"If you don't listen I'll just have to punish you, my dear. Maybe I can just stop, and we can -"
"No!" Delilah cried out as a wide, sinister grin overtook Edward's face.
"No what, Delilah?" He questioned slowly, bringing his face to her ear as he gently nibbled on her earlobe.
"Ah-ah, p-please don't stop Edward, please!" She whined, gasping as he bit down hard on her neck.
"Good girl, that's what I like to hear."
He returned to his previous position, happy to see that Delilah had listened and not moved her hands. She looked down at him with half-lidded eyes, silently willing him to give her what she wanted. He obliged and ran his flat tongue up her slit to her sensitive nub. She gasped and whined as she threw her head back and ground her hips against him. He hooked her legs as he brought her closer, continuing in his ministrations. He swirled his tongue around her clit as he slowly inserted a finger inside her.
He raised an eyebrow and he paused as she clenched almost impossibly tight around him. He thrust his finger in and out of her quickly as he continued to lick her little nub, delighted to hear a symphony of moans erupt from her as she panted beneath him. He soon added a second finger, pausing when he heard her hiss and gasp, feeling her tighten around him even more.
He lifted his head up and looked up at her as she looked down to meet his gaze.
"Are you okay? Am I hurting you?" He questioned with concern in his voice.
"I….I'm….I haven't exactly done this before." She confessed, hiding her face in her hands.
He took a second to understand what she said, then lifted his brows as he figured out what she meant.
"You're a virgin?"
"I am. I-I'm sorry, I know that makes things a bit harder." She apologized, afraid to meet his gaze.
"Are you seriously apologizing for being a virgin? One, most men would kill for the chance to take someone's virginity. Two, I'm not concerned about that at all. What I'm concerned with is hurting you. If you want to stop here then that's completely fine by me. I want you to be as comfortable as possible."
He looked up at her with kind eyes, removing his fingers from her as he rested his hands on her thighs.
"No, please, I want this. I really do." Delilah responded, gasping when he saw a devilish smirk appear on his lips.
"Of course, my dear. I'll be as careful as I can be, but can certainly be rougher if you want me to be." He returned his fingers to her center, moving his fingers deftly in and out of her.
A long string of moans erupted from her, her eyes squeezing shut as the slight pain of the adjustment mixed with intense pleasure. He rose from his position, never removing his fingers from her as he kissed her roughly. He smirked as he rose from her, balancing himself on his left arm as he looked down at her flushed face.
Her eyes were tightly shut as he could tell she was close to the edge. She went silent as she got closer and closer, gripping the sheets so tight her knuckles turned white. Soon she took a deep breath in before crying out in ecstasy as she went over the edge, bucking her hips against his hand as she rode the waves of her orgasm. Her movements slowed as she finally opened her eyes and looked up at him, a shiver running down her spine as she saw the mischievous smirk on his face.
"Did we enjoy ourselves, my dear?" He asked playfully, removing his fingers from her.
She didn't give him an answer as she grabbed his head and brought his face down to hers, roughly capturing his lips with her own. She moved her hands to his hips and pushed against him. He understood what she was trying to do and rolled himself over so she was on top of him.
She ground her hips against his as she began to kiss and bite his neck, stopping to bite particularly hard near his collarbone. She smirked against his skin as he groaned at her actions before kissing and biting further down his chest. She soon arrived at the waistband of his pants, quickly pulling them down. He helped by removing them completely and staring down at her with lust in his eyes, willing her to continue.
She looked up at him as she took his shaft in her hands, softly moving her hand up and down, using some of his pre-cum for extra lubrication. He groaned and felt his eyes close, focusing completely on her hand slowly moving up and down. Suddenly he felt her warm lips against the tip of his cock, letting out a louder groan as she took him in her mouth.
"Ah fuck, Delilah…."
She let out a muffled moan around him, sending pleasurable vibrations up through his body as she began to suck on him gently. She moved her head up and down, swirling her tongue all around him and letting the tip press against the roof of her mouth.
He couldn't believe the pleasure she was giving him, trying to distract himself so he wouldn't finish too quickly.
Delilah smiled as she heard Edward's breathing become more laboured, deciding to switch up the pace. She balled up her left hand into a fist as she took his entire length in her mouth, working past her gag reflex. She smirked as she heard Edward gasp and felt his fingers grip her hair tightly. She let him move her head up and down, getting into a slow rhythm before pulling her off of him entirely.
She relished in seeing him slightly undone before her, loving the effect she had over him. He opened his eyes and looked at her with an animalistic lust in his eyes, quickly grabbing her and flipping her back over on her back. He quickly grabbed a condom from the dresser next to him and slipped it on before settling himself in between her legs. She looked up at him with wide eyes as he leaned down to speak.
"Are you sure you want this, Delilah?" He asked, needing that permission before continuing.
"Yes Edward, I do. Please." She replied with labored breath.
He smirked at her as he decided to toy with her.
"I want to hear you beg. Beg me for what you want."
"I-I….I-"
"Nuh uh uh, it doesn't sound like you're too sure of yourself. I could always stop." He smirked viciously at her, softly kissing her neck. She arched her back slightly and moaned, running her hands down his back.
"Please, please Edward, please just fuck me! I need it, please!" She whined, gasping when she felt his tip press against her entrance.
"Well, since you asked so nicely…." He kissed her softly as he entered her with a single thrust. She gasped and tightened against him and it took all of his self-control not to pound into her mercilessly. He groaned as her nails dug into his sides, waiting to give her time to adjust to him. Before long she began moving her hips against his in an effort to get him to move. He promptly obliged, beginning with a slow, passionate pace as he continued to kiss her.
With each thrust she whined and moaned, returning his thrusts and wrapping her legs tightly around his waist. He groaned as she clenched against him, increasing the pace exponentially. Soon he moved her legs above his shoulders and pounded harder into her, able to move even deeper into her with the new position.
She practically screamed in pleasure as he moved faster and faster, bringing her closer to the edge.
"Edward, please, please don't stop!" She gasped, raking her nails down his back so a small amount of blood trickled down.
"I have absolutely no intentions of doing that, my dear." He replied with labored breaths as he continued his mission, nearing his own edge. He groaned as she threw her head back and clenched even more around him, her moans turning into loud screams as his movements pushed her over the edge.
"AH, Edward!" She screamed out as she closed her eyes tightly, arching her back as her orgasm racked her body. Her legs shook against his chest as she was engulfed by the feelings of ecstasy Edward caused. He followed soon after, moaning and grabbing her hips with bruising force as he rode out his orgasm, bucking into her roughly. His movements slowed as they both rode the waves of their orgasms.
Soon after he slipped out of her and laid next to her, each of them staring at the ceiling as they tried to catch their breaths. Delilah moved closer to him and looked up at him, and he looked down at her, a playful smile on his face.
"I hope you enjoyed yourself?" He asked, softly kissing her forehead.
"That's certainly an understatement." She grinned.
They continued to look at each other before being overcome by exhaustion, snuggling next to each other as they were each pulled into a deep, comfortable sleep.