Angel Dust

A/N: Okay, so it's kind of soon for a new chapter - I've been trying really hard to give you all plenty of time to read between chapters - but I'm on a roll and I couldn't wait to put this one up. A lot of you have been asking what's up with Dave - so here's a chapter all his own. Again, thanks for the reviews and Enjoy!

Warning: This chapter contains sexual content.

"I'm feeling kind of underdressed," Eddie commented flatly as he watched the President's annual Correspondent's Dinner with Dave. Shifting in his seat, he tried his best to feign some interest. "Now I know why they didn't televise this thing," he added, sighing heavily as Dave remained silent. "This shit is boring as hell, man."

Dave said nothing as he watched Courtney concentrating on the speech by the Commander-In-Chief. She would have been breathtaking, if he had any breath left to take. Dressed in a conservative gown of muted colors, she was radiant. Her eyes shone brighter than the jewels around her neck and in her ears. "She's stunning," he mumbled.

Leaning forward, Eddie watched the platform as Randy bent to whisper something in Courtney's ear. "I don't get something, Homes," he said as Courtney's lips curled into a sly smirk. "You know he's not telling her how impressed he is with the President's speech." Turning his head, he snapped his fingers. "Why are you smiling?"

Dave rolled his eyes. He didn't expect Eddie to understand. Hell, he didn't expect anyone to understand why he was grinning like an idiot as his wife entertained, no doubt, completely inappropriate murmmerings from her new boyfriend. "Because she is." He said nothing else as his thoughts began to drift.

"Motherfucker, I am not playing," Courtney narrowed her eyes and rested her hands on her bare hips. "Give 'em back!"

Dave reclined slightly in his office chair and twirled her black lace panties on his index finger. "You got somewhere to be, Princess?"

It was the first time he had ever used what would become his signature nickname for his love, and Dave found his smile widening as he remembered her reaction.

Rolling her eyes, Courtney slid her tweed skirt over her thin legs and zipped it quickly. "Ya know what, Lover?" She slurred the name sarcastically as she fought to clasp her bra while shovelling her hair from her face. "You want 'em so bad? Keep em. I've got plenty."

When she had stopped by his office that night on her way home from class, she hadn't expected him to be there. She had explained that she was just going to leave a little note on his desk, something to brighten his day when he arrived the next morning. Though they had only been dating for a week, the gesture had warmed him.

She reached over the desk to retrieve her shirt when Dave grabbed her wrist. Though he felt her body shudder at the contact, her eyes remained stoic, completely unaffected. With slight force, he pulled her down into his lap as another smirk tickled his lips. "You really wanna leave me here like this?"

Courtney groaned as she felt Dave's erection pressing against her back. "I have classes in the morning," she reminded him, her head resting on his shoulder as he turned to kiss her cheek and then the corner of her lips.

He pulled her bra straps down her arms and wrapped his hands around her breasts, massaging and kneading them until the nipples hardened into tight peaks. Stopping his kisses long enough to peer over her shoulder, he noticed that she was pulling her skirt up her thighs and gently rotating her hips back against him. As he pressed a kiss to her shoulder, she groaned and stood.

Sheathed inside her fully, Dave found himself groaning into Courtney's mouth when she turned her head and captured his lips with hers. The first time, he had shoved all of his paperwork aside and laid her back on his desk. The second time, she had pulled him to the floor with her.

But that last time, with her legs spread over the arms of his leather chair, their bodies rocking in unison, and their tongues dancing softly - that was his favorite. He had fucked a lot of women in his time, and he had enjoyed most of them. But Courtney different than all of them that night. It wasn't just the fact that she was merely 22 to his 36. It wasn't just that she was barely beyond virginal.

Though it seemed somewhat shallow and "guy-like" to admit, Dave had known that night, pressing gentle kisses to her spine as she bounced on his shaft, that he loved her. Not only because she was the best lay he'd ever had, but because her heart shown through every aspect of every action.

It was because she called him every morning, just before dawn, to make sure he got up in time to take his morning jog before work. It was because she remembered every major interview he had planned, and always sent him a "Good Luck" text message. It was because she brought him dinner at the office when he had to work late and cancel their dates. And it was because she easily controlled his body in a way that no other woman had ever been able to accomplish.

After a screaming release, Courtney hopped out of his lap and dropped to her knees. Smiling up at him, she blushed and took his shaft in her hand. "I've never done this before," she whispered. He had heard those words before. He never believed them until the moment he began to brush her sweaty hair from her face as she coaxed his orgasm fiercely with her lips.

The speech was over by the time Dave finally shook his head and returned to the moment at hand. "Who's that?" he asked, pointing to the image.

Eddie shrugged and took a loud drink from the straw in his soda cup. "How am I supposed to know that?" he asked.

Dave took a closer look as Randy tightened his grip around Courtney's waist and continued his conversation with the man in the image. "That's that guy from E! television," he stated, noting the uncomfortable look in Courtney's eye. "Get her away from him, jackass! She hates the paparazzi."

Reaching out to smack the back of Randy's head, Dave let out a growl. "What the hell?" he asked, trying again. His hand was stopped at the edge of the image, unable to make contact with Orton. "What the fuck is going on?" he demanded angrily.

With a sad look in his eye, Eddie bit his lip. He wished against everything that someone else could remind his friend of the rules. "When they forget the feeling of your fingers on their skin, you won't be able to touch them," he stated softly.

The words stung Dave like a slap in the face. He had wanted this. It was what he was pushing for - why he was using Trish and obsessing daily over how happy the new couple was together. They were supposed to find solace in each other.

But Randy was forgetting him. And that meant that Courtney wouldn't be far behind.