The Night Of Revenge

by Adja

I changed a few things in 2x22. Cassidy's not the killer. Though if you like him, you won't like my story. It's a MaDi interaction. Takes place during Grad Night. Now the chap 5 is the good one.

12. Knight

6:23am. Mac cried out, and Dick watched her, as he ran circles on her core. She whined as he refused to let her push him inside. He had already pushed her hands away from his aching erection.

This was insane, even for him, but though he did want her to come, he didn't want to get inside. Too soon. He was a jerk, a jackass, whatever, but he still knew she would feel guilty enough after, he didn't want to add sleeping with him part of the guilt. Nope, this was a good part.

He kept it as real hot foreplay. It was a torture, for him. He whispered to her that, if he did dig his fingers inside, he would want to put something else too. And didn't have anything. He added the last part as she met shyly his eyes, silently saying that she wouldn't mind. And he inwardly congratulated himself as he was, at the time more than any other, perfectly aware and remembered that he had at least three condoms in his wallet, which was in his jeans, just across the room.

She cried out again, coming for and because of him, shuddering frantically. He felt like screaming with frustration and desire when he saw her arch beside him in the darkness, her eyes shining. He gave her time to bask, resting by her side. He let her come to him and canoodle. Her breathing was deep and slow when he kissed her again. She was satisfied, and he was proud of it, and of him.

He cuddled her to sleep and considered jacking off to be able to rest. But by the time he tried to pry himself from watching her, he went all sleepy and yawning. So he just lay in bed and pulled her closer in his embrace. His first night with a girl, and he hadn't had sex. This was just Earth turning backward. Usually he spent his nights alone -yet not lonely, he liked his space-, and he just had quickies with easy lays. This time he hadn't want her to be one.

Why ? Because he might have been thinking of her as different. And worth more than the other girls he had touched. And deep inside, as much as he had wanted to be her first time, it didn't feel right, even for him, a first time as first night. Not even after a date. For a girl it was more important. He didn't want this night -or the twisted beginning of it at least- to be the night she would remember for all her life.

He smiled to himself, thinking of him as a brave knight and scoffing at himself inwardly just after.