Dexter's house

After the whole debacle with Ghastly and Tanith, Dex and I went back to his house, which was an apartment in Roarhaven. It was on the 10th floor of a 12 story building and was far enough from the sanctuary that you could feel like you weren't still at work. The last time I was here, I hadn't really been paying attention to the scenery so when we got inside, he gave me a tour. The front door opened into a big lounge room that had a black leather couch, and two matching recliner armchairs that were all facing the back wall where a big flat screen TV was.

There was a pool table behind the couch set and then to the left was a kitchen that had an island in the middle, in between was a hall way that Dex lead me down. The first door on the right was the bathroom and he had a spa and huge shower, next on the left was the laundry/toilet area. The next door was a spare room on the right and at the end of the hallway was Dex's room. I opened the door and walked in to find that he had a big room with a desk in the far right, a wardrobe in the near left hand corner, and a king sized bed in the far left hand corner of the room.

His walls were painted a deep red colour that made the room seem more like Dex, he always wore red shirts. Next to his desk, running down the length of the wall was a shelf stacked with books. I went over to it and saw a lot of the same kind of books that I read and some similar to the ones I had in my room. I hadn't even noticed his book shelf last time. I looked up at Dex in surprise. He had never said anything about liking to read in the couple of months that we had known each other. "You never said anything about liking to read Dex." I said in a fake annoyed voice and I pouted a bit for effect.

He laughed and came to wrap his arms around my waist from behind, as I was still looking at all of his books. On closer inspection, I realised that some of them were new and they were all the ones I had been telling him about on the occasions that he had called me. I turned in his arms and looked up at his face. His blue eyes were staring back at me and I forgot what I was going to say. "I…" I stuttered. He smirked at my speechlessness and said "Are my good looks too much for you? I will admit that they are distracting but there is no need to—"

I cut him off with a kiss to the cheek, that trailed down to his neck and he hugged me tighter to him, closing his eyes, enjoying my touch. "What were you saying Dex?" I said in between kisses, and he shivered around me. I pulled away from him and skipped away to the other side of the room, and looked at him as he opened his eyes to find that I wasn't standing near him. He growled and moved forward, trying to catch me, but I was too quick and I fled out the door, running up the hall and into the kitchen; Dex was close behind but not close enough to get me.

"Why are you running dear?" He asked, kind of annoyed but amused none the less. It was too funny not to laugh at his voice, and I slowed down as I did, which meant that Dex got closer. He was just behind me now and he grabbed my arms, spinning me around pulling them around his neck. He then lifted me up and sat me on the counter of the island in the kitchen. I ran my fingers through his hair and wrapped my legs around his waist, wanting his body on mine. He kissed me long and hard and I leaned into him and him to me. I moaned as he ran his hands down my back, shivering under his fingers.

My hands went down to his pants, undoing the buttons, letting them fall to his ankles. He pushed up my skirt and pulled down my underwear. I pushed his down next and he was ready to go. We were urgent in our touching and soon he was inside me. We moved together and it was pleasant but not orgasmic. I kissed him hard on the lips and he came suddenly with a growl. I felt the hot liquid inside of me and liked the sensation. We stayed like that for a while, my hands roaming around his shoulders and in his hair.

But then I realised that we hadn't used a condom. Oh shit. Dex hadn't caught onto my panic and looked at me strangely as I pushed him away and hopped of the counter. I pulled down my skirt, and pulled up my underwear that were around my ankles. I started pacing back and forth and he grabbed my arm, pulling me to face him, his pants still down around his ankles and erection still there. God, it took a lot of work to sate this man's sexual drive. "What's wrong? Legacy, tell me." I looked at him incredulously and then pulled my arm out of his grasp, continuing to pace.

"Let's go, I have to go to the Chemist." I said and I saw it register in his mind, his penis deflating and his face grew into an expression that I had never seen on him before. Anger. I stepped away from him a bit as he huffed, pulled his pants up and stomped away to his room. He came back moments later, opened the utensils draw and put five condoms inside. He turned back to me with an apologetic look and said "For next time." I smiled meekly and went to get my bag and jacket.

We walked in silence to the chemist which was, thankfully, not that far away from the apartment building. When we got there, Dex stood awkwardly behind me as I looked for a morning after pill. I found it and went up to the counter. I smiled at the thought of our little escapade just minutes before as we left and headed back to Dex's place.