A/N: This chapter will lean toward more of an 'M' rated tone.
Deckard and Ella were in a good rhythm as their first year as a team in isolation ended. Ella wanted to celebrate the occasion so she gathered what she could to make cupcakes, or what history knew as cupcakes.
She got up earlier then him so she could surprise him. Deckard entered the sitting room at his usual time, surprised to see Ella as he'd done his usual knock on her door to wake her for training.
"You're up extremely early," he commented as he looked at her.
"It's been a year since I first walked into your world and I wanted to celebrate," she replied as she held out what she'd created, "It's as close to cupcakes as I could get."
Deckard couldn't suppress a smile as he took the mess of a dessert she'd created, "I didn't take you as the sentimental type but I guess," he let his smile show in full, "Happy Anniversary."
"Back at you," she replied, "Now, I wouldn't eat that before we train just in case I added too much sugar. No one is throwing up in my presence," she added as she took back his treat causing him to frown, "No pouting. I'm saving you."
He laughed softly as he shook his head and headed down the stairs to begin their usual workout routine. Ella walked to the railing as he proceeded down the stairs and grasped the rope she'd tied into the ceiling, sliding down to the lower level.
"I still don't know why you think that's necessary," Deckard added once he reached her, trying not to roll his eyes while he was already shaking his head.
Ella looked up at her creation with a beaming smile, "First, it allows us to get down here quickly if we needed to and second, it's cool. I just like to slide down here and beat you," she finally admitted as she got in her stance, prepared for him to make the first move of attack.
"I wish a less attractive and pleasant version of you had shown up at my door," he commented as he stepped toward her, "You've made this more difficult then you can know."
"Made what more difficult?" she asked as she relaxed her defensive stance and looked at him seriously.
Deckard reached out and placed his hand under her chin to make sure she wouldn't look away, "Resisting you. I've wanted to return your feelings and advances since day one but I have been so afraid but now, it seems more important to live then hide."
Ella swallowed as she locked her eyes onto his, "Don't say things like that unless you're really ready to give in and let go of your fears because I have spent this year finding distractions to keep me from hurting because I can't be with you the way I want to," she confessed as she almost broke eye contact but just blinked instead.
"I know," he whispered, "And I wouldn't do that to you," he revealed as he leaned down and closed the gap between them, placing his lips to hers.
Ella's body melted at the feeling of his mouth on hers as she gave in, running her hands up his chest and around his neck into his hair. She deepened the kiss, pushing her tongue through his lips meeting his on the other side.
Deckard ran one of his hands down her arm to her waist and under her t-shirt, pushing it up before pulling back to look into her eyes, making sure what he was doing was ok. Ella nodded as she lifted her arms allowing him to pull her top off before he reached behind her and unlatched her bra. He lifted her onto one of the old casino tables before shimmying her pants and panties down to the join the rest of her clothes as she worked on his, pushing his pants down his legs with her feet down to the floor.
Ella wrapped her legs around his waist to pull him close as she began their kiss once more, running her hands under his shirt and over his chest. She was amazed at how firm he was as she lifted his shirt up and moved her kisses down to his chest as he growled in her ear at the same time as he slid into her.
Ella gasped causing Deckard to look down at her, his concerned eyes locked on hers, "Are you alright?"
She nodded, "I'm better then alright," she gasped bucking her hips against him to pull him in deeper.