4:53am She jumped, snapping back to reality and found herself sat on the bed, beside Dick looking as stunned as ever.
Veronica was laughing in the corridor, scoffing at a seemingly drunk enough Logan that had got out of the elevator one floor too soon. She heard her remark about pressing all the buttons.
When she felt Dick's hand reaching for her back, she panicked and jumped off the bed. Running for the door. Leaving everything behind.
She winced, hand on the knob, when she realized that they would see her. That she had to at least pick up her purse to have her keys.
The thought wasn't even already processed when she felt Dick behind her. He wasn't holding her in anyway, but she felt it against her. She could picture him looking down at her, his eyes dark and full of this new thing she had never seen, just like a few seconds earlier.
His hands gently covered her waist and spun her around in slow motion. She refused to look at him, knowing that his simple touch was already too much for her. He took back one hand and slid it in her neck, cupping her face forcing her to look up. Right she had been, exact same eyes.
In the same slow, hot and exhilarating motion, he bended down to close the bad between their lips and let his weight fall over to press her against the door.
She squealed in surprise but her hand reached for his side as soon as he placed his on the door not to weight to hard. This was wrong, she was kissing another guy, a few hours after having been dumped, and this guy was the bother of her ex. And this guy was doing so good.
She felt him press his hips harder against her and his hand went down her back to press her against him. He guided her back to the bed, her dress itching up. He lay her down gently and watched her, rather expectantly.
When he saw her rosy cheeks and parted lips, he marveled at how a crappy evening could turn into a exciting night. He had had a hard time getting her, but now, he wasn't sure if he wasn't the one 'gotten' after all. Her faint smile made him forget about his thoughts and kiss her again.
She reached of his hair, his hair that she had been dying to touch to know how it felt. It was soft, and he smelled so good. She had lied, she was shy, but his hand moving her her thigh made her feel too hot to mind. She was trying to comprehend what was happening to her lungs that she couldn't breath normally, but he was facing the same problem, so she figured it was ok... and it was so good she didn't even want to question it.
Her hands under his shirt made him shiver and his muscles clench. Oh, she was turning him on. The hell what people would say, the hell what Beav would think, this was amazing. This little new girl, all shy and mysterious was rendering him crazy. Crazy good, but crazy painful too. He pressed one fist on his arousal and winced with relief.
He met Mac's stare, she looked like a deer caught in headlights. "Chill, roomie." he breathed out, before catching her lips again. He only wanted to hold her even tighter until they melted together, no way he was going to make her do something she wouldn't. He was a gentleman, in some ways. He couldn't have his way if the girl wasn't ok with it.