Logan is at dinner with Veronica, he had a bed and breakfast sorted out for the weekend.

Which meant that Dick was alone, or wrist deep in strange.

She had spent the whole week trying to get over this 'probably in love with Dick', thing.

Standing on his porch is how it had gone, aka poorly.

As far as she could tell there was no real reason for her to feel like this for Dick. Sexual compatibility was no reason to romanticize the man. She knew who he was, he had no job, he was possibly depressed, absolutely a whore and she wanted to be around him.

She had to put a stop to this madness.

She raps on the door, impatient.

Dick opens the door, a smirk spread across his face, "Well, well, come to try again?" He leans against the doorframe like he's trying to keep the fact that he has company a secret.

She can hear the high tinkle of laughter over the sounds of a movie playing in the living room.

So wrist deep in strange it was then.

"I'm afraid that I'm otherwise engaged this evening." He tells her with a roll of his wrist. He's fucking loving this, "Perhaps tomorrow night I can fit in you." He purposely gets the wording backwards, the words low and sordid.

She grabs onto his shirt and pulls him down, when she kisses him his arms wrap around her, keeping her close.

She doesn't wonder what he feels in her kiss this time. She knows now. He must taste thousands of potential moments on her tongue, years worth of touches in the way she grabs him, soft, gentle, rough... She must taste like forever.

He tastes like right now and it breaks her heart.

She pulls away and Dick quickly glances back at whoever is tonight's potential fuck.

"If you're quiet, she'll never know I was here." She whispers darkly and seriously, who is this girl?

He straightens and let's her in, "Bathroom."

She can hear them talk from the bathroom. What is she doing here? She's ending this is what she's doing. Closure or something like it, she wants him to know he's missed out too.

He won't realize it right away, she's sure, but when he looks back at their little back and forth she wants him to feel that hollow of regret as well. She's aware it doesn't make her a very good person.

Nothing about this night makes her a good person.

Dick slips into the room, turns the fan on and pulls her into his arms.

He kisses her rough and hot, his hands desperate for her skin. He's already hard for her, rocking himself against her instinctively. His mouth doesn't leave hers until he slides his fingers into her. His ear pressed to her mouth to eat up the noise she makes.

He pushes her quickly over the edge she's been sitting on since she had been replaced with that redhead.

It's all soft sounds and when he finally fills her up, pressed against the bathroom door, she bites her lip to keep from letting that thick, satisfied noise escape.

Her lip is bleeding and he's kissing her softly as he fucks her against the God damn door.

She finishes with a desperately muffled sound and he's not far behind, his mouth pressed against her neck. He's pushed so far into her it's just on the good side of painful.

When he finally pulls out and sets her down he's red in the face.

"Bye Dick." She tells him quietly, but he shakes his head.

He grabs her face and kisses her roughly, but it feels different than before, less hollow.

"Go upstairs. I'll get rid of them." He kisses her quickly again.

"Them?" She can't help but ask. She's not sure she can deny him a possible threesome. She couldn't live with that always being his fallback argument.

He rubs the back of his next, "It's Chip and his wife. They were passing through town..."

"So you weren't wrist deep in strange."

He smiles brightly at her phrasing.

"No."

"You still want me to stay?"

He nods.

"You're not going to kick me out of bed in the morning again, like some cheap whore?"

"Is that what the other night was about?"

She doesn't even deny it, "Yes."

He kisses her again, " Go upstairs, in the morning we can even try and figure out Logan's stupid coffee machine."

She lets him push her out of the bathroom and towards the stairs, and she lingers in the hallway listening to Dick talk to Chip and Mrs. Chip.

They can stay if they want, the guest room has been turned down, but he's turning in.

His girlfriend showed up.

Girlfriend.

Did he know she could hear him?

She can hear him mount the stairs and, in a panic, rushes into his bedroom.

She's unhooking her bra when he closes the bedroom door.

"You hear that?"

"Maybe."

He makes quick work of her clothes and she can't help but be surprised when he pulls a T-shirt over her head.

He rids himself of his own clothes, all of them, he didn't do pajamas and he so rarely did underwear. He pulls her into bed and kisses her.

He kisses her like he wants to fall in love with her and it pulls at her.

He doesn't taste or feel like forever, but he holds the promise of it in the way he touches her. Someday, someday soon even, he will be kissing her like he lives for her, loves her with all of himself. For now she is perfectly content in the way he holds her and kisses her like she's the future; something new and frightening and wonderful.