A new beginning or the beginning of the end?
By Debster'sDarkPassenger
Beginning A/N:
Thanks for the positive review! As far as what's in the drink, it's a secret. We'll see when she runs out and needs more. This second chapter will hopefully get the story into high gear. The title, in case anyone is wandering, came from the last episode of season 7, after Deb kills laGuerta and they are walking through the crowd and Dexter thinks "Is this a new beginning, or the beginning of the end." Apparently, It was the beginning of the shitty ending.
To the readers, I'm looking for a beta reader, so if anyone is interested, please send me a message.
I appreciate reviews and ratings, thanks.
CHAPTER 2: The calm before the storm.
Deb and Dexter say nothing during the drive to his apartment, each lost within their thoughts. He knows they will be called in at some point when the bodies are discovered, and wanders how everyone will react. He is conscious of the widespread knowledge of LaGuerta's attempted "Framing" of him not too long before, and worries that more people will begin looking into him. He resolves to convince them that the "real" Bay Harbor Butcher killed her in anger over her misidentification if anyone asks questions. He doubts it will come to that, however, as everyone knows she got Estradda out of jail to bait him. Hopefully they will assume that she tried to bring him back in and he didn't want to go.
Suddenly, the light ahead flashes straight from green to red. "Shit!" he says as he slams the brakes, stopping his SUV at the last instant.
"Fuck Dex!" Deb exclaims.
"What?" he asks, "It wasn't my fault."
"No, not that," she says with a hint of mischief in her voice, "I just haven't heard you swear in a long time."
"Sorry," he tells her.
"Don't be, I kinda like it," she replies, "Do it again."
"Swear? Why?"
"Just do it, you never swear like normal people do."
"Ummm…fuck," he says tentatively, looking at her from the corner of his eye to gauge her reaction. He is surprised to see her looking at him intently, her expression a mix of pride and…hunger?
"There you go," she says affectionately, "My big brother finally swears."
He can't help but give her a small smile as the light flashes to green. How does she so easily break my calmness? He wanders. Ten minutes later they pull into his customary parking space. The grab their bags and lock the doors. They go up the stairs and Dexter unlocks his apartment, letting Deb in before closing the door behind them. He goes straight to his fridge as she changes from her dress to more normal clothes before flopping in an armchair, knees on the arm and heels bouncing against the side as she grabs a box of take-out from earlier and the remote. She begins wolfing it down as she searches for something decent to watch.
"I've got steaks and beer leftover if you want em," Dexter calls from behind the fridge, the sounds of clanking bottles emanating from within.
"Just a beer," she shouts back around a mouthful of noodles.
He grabs a couple of beers, not wanting to make the trip for refills later. He sits on the floor by her chair and cracks open the beers, holding one up for her to grab. Her hand brushes his ear as she reaches for it. As she begins to bring her beer to her lips, the bottle accidental smacks him in the head. She gasps and says sorry before bending over to kiss the pained spot on his head. He freezes in surprise as he feels her lips, mind racing. Surprisingly, he likes the feeling.
"There isn't a Fucking thing to watch," she sighs belatedly, tossing the remote onto the couch.
He doesn't respond, so they just continue drinking through the awkward silence. After several minutes, he hears her take a deep breath and break the silence.
"Dex, can we talk?" she asks tentatively.
"Sure."
"I…I don't know how to say this," she says, turning to face him.
"What?"
"Dexter…I…Remember when I said I didn't just love you, that I was in…in love with you?"
"Of course," he replies, thinking he knows where this conversation is going.
"Dexter, I…I'm still in love with you, and after earlier, I realized how much. I realized that I want you to be safe and in my life and…and…I WANT you," she says, throwing an emotional emphasis on the last want.
He looks at her in surprise, not knowing what to say as his mind races to find a reply. Do I feel the same? He thinks. Do I want her? She's my sister. To which a small voice in his head forcefully replies YES!
She takes his silence as confusion over her words and decides she needs to be clearer. She leans down to grab the back of his head, arms around his neck, hands grasping fistfuls of his hair as she pulls him into a deep kiss. After a slight hesitation, his mouth opens under hers and her tongue rockets in to explore her newly conquered territory. He hesitates only a second before he does the same. After a few minutes, the need for oxygen forces them to separate. She looks into his eyes and sees something flicker then fill his gaze…she sees hunger.
"I'm in love with you," she says huskily, breathing quickly and raggedly, "do you feel the same?"
He doesn't answer immediately, but as he sees hurt begin to enter his eyes, he lunges forward to capture her mouth into a more passionate kiss. He gently nibbles her lower lip before proceeding to her collarbone with a low growl. His lips slowly journey up her neck to her cheeks, lips, and finally the sensitive skin just below her left ear. She sighs and lets out a low moan, apparently satisfied with his unspoken answer. They both stand, hands exploring each other as he turns her towards the bedroom. They begin their journey towards his bed, bumping into everything between the chair and the door, nearly knocking over a lamp. As they move into the room, they break their kiss long enough for him to close the door. They rush together, intent on continuing this new and exciting experience. They kick off their shoes as he backs her against one wall. They realize they haven't reached their intended destination, but are too consumed in the heat of the moment to care. Her lower body surges forward as she grinds her hips into his forcefully. She feels his reaction to her writhing movements against her thigh as he growls with the effort of restraint. She moans into his mouth, throwing all of her need and emotion into their kiss.
Her hands stray from his hair to his shirt. He sees what her intentions are and rushes to help her. He rips off his shirt, tearing the fabric in his haste. She moves her hands to his chest, exploring the now revealed skin before gripping his back, her fingers leaving trails of white hot flame as they pass. He draws his body away slightly, causing her to groan in dismay until she feels his hands at the top of her shirt, struggling with the tiny buttons. She smiles through their kiss before growling "Just tear it." He needs no more coaxing as he tears the shirt off of her body, causing the buttons of her blouse to cascade around their bodies. She breaks their kiss to throw her undershirt off before engaging their mouths in another dance of passion.
His hands explore her exposed flesh just as she had done to him. He controls himself and keeps his ministrations gentle as he teases along her ribs, ghosting towards those two places she wants him to feel before rushing away just as they are near, causing her to moan and press against him harder. Finally, as she can't stand it anymore, he moves his hands up and cups one breast before she can take matters into her own hands. As he does, he is dismayed to find that they are still obscured by her bra. He leans back slightly to view it and takes in her breasts and the navy blue lace that covers them.
"Fuck Dex," she whispers, more than a trace of desire and need escaping with her words, "Do it, Fuck me. Take me, take me now, I want it," she punctuates these words with a playful hand on his front before flicking up and into his jeans. He gasps and throws back his head in ecstasy as she grasps him in a fist. His entire world explodes in an array of vibrant colors as she begins moving her fist up and down along him. He lets out a growl and undoes her bra, seeing her bare breasts for the first time. He takes a moment to admire her figure before diving in to grasp one nipple in his mouth, gently nipping it as one hand reaches to knead and roll the other. His other hand flies to the back of her head, taking a handful of her hair as he slams his lips to hers. She lets out a moan and smiles through the kiss as she withdraws her hand from him in order to get at his belt. She just gets it off when suddenly the doorbell of his apartment rings loudly. They stop for a moment then decide to ignore it as he picks her up against the wall. She wraps her legs tightly around him while furiously grinding her hips into him. Suddenly the doorbell rings again, accompanied by loud knocking. They regretfully break apart as he turns to answer the door with a groan of regret.
Debra looks down at herself, then rushes to the restroom in order to hide her flushed face and nude body, grabbing their clothes on the way.
Dexter opens the door and is immediately met with a hug around his legs and a loudly exclaimed "DAAAAADDDDYYYYYYY!"
"Hey buddy," he replies before thanking the babysitter and paying her an extra hundred dollars since its new years.
He quietly takes his once-again tired son to his room and tucks him in.
"Goodnight Daddy."
"Goodnight buddy," he says quietly before closing the door.
He returns to his room, closing and locking the door behind him. Debra comes back out of the restroom in the night shorts she keeps stashed in his closet for the nights she stays over, but otherwise nude.
"Who was it?" she asks.
"The babysitter brought Harrison home," he replies, "He's in his bed."
"At one fucking thirty in the morning?" She asks, "Why the fucking fuck…never mind, I'm tired," she declares before flopping under his sheets.
He doesn't even attempt to start their intimacies again as he slides beneath the sheets next to her. She turns on her side to face him and scoots against his warmth, throwing one leg over his and pressing her bodies to his warmth, her breasts teasing him.
"Goodnight," she says quietly before giving him a kiss that he returns.
"Goodnight," he replies, and he means it.
Together they drift off to sleep, both happy and neither questioning their new connection.
Ending A/N
Phew, not sure whether that was too fast or not, and if so, I apologize. I always felt that any Debater pairings would explode suddenly rather than slowly. It was my first adult scene, and I tried to make it meaningful and full of emotion rather than rough pornography. Hope it wasn't too disappointing. As always, please read and review. I plan on throwing in some crime solving and maybe a new serial killer into the mix in the next few chapters.
Until next time,
Debster'sDarkPassenger.
