Hello, it's me again. Tell a friend. lol, jk.
Hopefully this chapter was worth it. i'm going to have an ending for this fic whether i like it or not dammit.
not "graphic" warning but graphic-ish. Graphique... you know, language... imagery. that type of thing. I don't get explicit and I never will but real life isn't as pg as the movies might make it seem. the older you get the more you realize how stupid "adult content" is.
but enough, on with this fic.
It had been almost two months since the incident at the studio space.
There was a mutual passive-aggressive evasion between Murdoc and Teresa that had begun since the day after, when the two apologized gingerly and agreed to disagree on the nature of their friendship/relationship. The two had seemingly done their best to avoid talking to each other as if they were in some sort of bizarre standoff. They had both resorted to very brief yet polite words when necessary and relayed everything else via the other three housemates.
Now however, Murdoc's anger had begun to wane. He hadn't given up on fucking around with his groupies in the past two months but he found himself wanting to hang out with Teresa again. In fact, he had noticed that these thoughts had become more and more persistent lately.
It had gotten to the point that he'd begun asking the women he was fucking around with if they had gotten a chance to meet Teresa. If they ever replied they had, he would follow it up with questions about Teresa's opinion of him. Oddly enough, this didn't deter most of the groupies from going through with their encounter with him, though he noted that most were more a lot easier to shake off this way.
The latest groupie he had invited in had decidedly become the turning point in his abstinence against Teresa. While the night had gone smoothly and the brunette he was currently receiving a blow job from was very attractive, he just couldn't keep his mind in the room...
What was Teresa up to that night? Did she care that he'd gone home with this person? He sighed out loud as he thought of these things, prompting his guest to stop what she was doing.
"You like that?" the brunette asked, seemingly trying to sound as seductive as possible. He looked down at her, almost having forgotten that she was there and gave a noncommittal shrug. The woman continued what she was doing and Murdoc sighed again, this time giving a small chuckle.
He remembered Teresa's comment about how she posited that it was impossible to look pristine right after a blow job, not that it had prevented her from giving him some of the best oral sex he'd had. This thought got him a little harder but he noticed there was nothing going on down there anymore.
"Do you even want me to do this anymore?" The brunette inquired, this time sounding unmistakably annoyed. Murdoc looked down to see her angry face looking back at him now. He stifled a smirk, he just couldn't help but agree with Teresa on the oral sex thing.
"Honestly love, I don't really care if you do," he finally answered after a moment. He wasn't feeling it anymore. The woman got up swiftly and forcefully slapped him in the face before finally storming out of the Winnebago.
'Teresa would have laughed...' he thought.
Murdoc got up from his seat and tucked himself into his pants before zipping up. Only alcohol could salvage the night. The groupie was gone, there was no one to talk to him since everyone was out partying and he just felt a miserable knot in his stomach.
...
Murdoc ventured into the empty mansion and made his way to the kitchen. He knew 2D had stupidly left his beer in the fridge so he thought to steal a few and make his way back to the Winnie.
As he opened the door to the kitchen, Murdoc found himself unexpectedly staring at Teresa as she gathered up her cleaning supplies and packed them on to her little janitor's cart. The knot in his stomach seemed to tighten and lurch. Though he had hoped to see her that night, he hadn't actually thought he would run into her there. Especially this late.
Teresa greeted Murdoc curtly, giving him one of those fake, bitchy smiles as she walked passed him and out of the kitchen, her supplies in tow on a cart behind her. He turned around and watched her go down a hallway and turn the corner.
Murdoc understood that his pride as a human being was in jeopardy. He stood for a brief moment, attempting to ignore his instinct and finally gave in. He turned around completely and went in the same direction that Teresa had headed to. He saw her cart was parked outside of the bathroom and proceeded to walk in. Murdoc stood silently, blocking the door to the bathroom and looked towards the stalls.
After a few moments of waiting and a flushing sound, Teresa abandoned the bathroom stall she had just previously made use of. Teresa looked at Murdoc hesitantly, as though she had been hoping that he wasn't actually there. Murdoc wasn't sure what was going on in her mind but decided he would wait until she spoke.
"So... what do you want?" She asked finally. She went up to the mirror and began washing her hands. If she was trying to act disinterested as hell she accomplished her goal.
He noticed that Teresa watched him from the corner of her eye as she pretended to care more about the state of her pores than what he had to say. She dried her hands with a paper towel and started tracing the bridge of her nose, her attention exclusively on the bathroom mirror.
"Would you mind looking at me?" Murdoc asked, growing slightly impatient. He felt as though he knew what she was thinking.
"I can hear you just fine Murdoc, go ahead," Teresa said, ignoring his request. She continued her examination, much to Murdoc's annoyance. Murdoc knew that Teresa saw his request as some sort of power play.
"Teresa, you know what I want to talk about, could you please indulge me this one time?" Murdoc said, trying hard not to sound as if he was pleading. Not counting the time spent ignoring each other these past few weeks, Murdoc had noticed how easy it was to lose his composure when she was stoic.
Teresa finally turned, as though seemingly picking up on his weakness. She didn't smile or frown, but just looked at him blankly, as though waiting for him to say something else. Murdoc obliged.
Murdoc approached her cautiously but stopped at arm's length. He wasn't proud about what he was about to do and so he didn't want his proximity to feel unnecessarily needy. He'd made up his mind. Pride be damned, he would do anything for a lay. Not to mention he sort of missed Teresa this whole time.
"Look Teresa, I just want to talk to you," Murdoc said, finishing with a deep breath. It took a lot out of him to blurt it out like he did and even then he'd been too embarrassed to look her in the eye. He looked up at Teresa after a moment and saw that she had a faint sneer on her face. Not necessarily the reaction he was hoping for but he would take it over the stoicism.
"That's it? Okay Murdoc," Teresa said sardonically as she rolled her eyes.
"You're a cunt, you know that?" Murdoc muttered. He'd secretly been turned on by her reaction but felt as though acting on this would throw his plans awry. He realized he was taking a gamble with this move but anything was better than giving in and possibly being rejected by her.
Murdoc never thought he'd have the capacity to feel this self-conscious about interacting with a woman… especially when he thought about the past few weeks. Still, he could feel his stomach lurch as she looked at him.
"Murdoc, what do we got to talk about?" Teresa asked tersely. She crossed her arms and cocked her head to the side, shrewdly looking at him.
"Can't you just stop being a cunt for a minute?!" Murdoc exclaimed, attempting to guilt her into conceding. She definitely has caught on, he thought.
"I've been nice to you this whole time. Is that what's bothering you? Was I supposed to be a hot mess these past couple of months?"
"Err, no... but I feel like things aren't so good between us right now and I just want us to be friends again."
Shit. There was too much honesty in what he last said.
"But Murdoc… we ARE friends. You seem to be confused."
"But you're so…" Murdoc faltered. Fuck. He knew if he finished that sentence it would be her game. Teresa was always good about reading between the lines with him.
"So… so…" Teresa prodded, much to his annoyance. Murdoc knew she was daring him to finish the sentence, she'd done this to him on multiple occasions. It never got any less intimidating.
"Well… you know… you've been distant."
"Shit, you think?!"
"Forget it…" he muttered as he began to come back to his senses. He remembered why they had come to their current state and there was only so much humiliation he could bear. He was horny, he thought, that's all this is. The two looked at each other for a moment
Teresa walked a couple of steps closer to Murdoc and put her hand on his shoulder. Her sneer was now completely visible and her glaring eyes did nothing to help it. She looked very dangerous. And it turned Murdoc on so much.
"Murdoc, babe, listen," Teresa began, pausing for effect. Murdoc noticed that her right hand gripped his left shoulder slightly as though attempting to brace him from the forthcoming news, "We can't go back to whatever it is that we had before that clusterfuck of an argument."
She paused again and her hand slid down his outer arm to his wrist. He remained silent, attempting to calculate her next move. Murdoc refused to believe that things couldn't go back to the way they were. Especially when he could see that she had her hands on him like that.
"Now earlier you said you wanted an 'agreement'," she said, emphasizing the last word. Murdoc gulped as he realized that her fingers were trailing from his arm to his shoulder and down to his chest now. She noticed this and softened her expression a bit, keeping the dangerous glint in her eyes.
"I think that maybe you were expecting to skip that conversation again if you could sneak your way back into my personal life, right?" she asked. Teresa had since placed her left arm around his neck. He realized that he was bringing his hand to rest on her waist involuntarily. She said nothing nor seemed to notice. Murdoc nodded his head, his mouth gaping a little. He knew it was her game now.
"So tell me Murdoc, what do YOU want?" Teresa finally asked, punctuating the question by tapping his nose with her right hand. Murdoc inched closer to her and wrapped both of his arms around her waist.
"You know what I want," Murdoc whispered to her, his eyes now lidded as his hands ran down her lower back to grab her rear. She had put her other arm around his neck in order to easily press her body against his.
"Well, of course I know what you want..." she replied, looking away from his lustful gaze, "But I need to hear you say it." She pecked him lightly on the cheek and pulled back a little, though he failed to loosen his grip on her.
"I just want to fuck you, love" he breathed as he buried his nose into her neck. He heard Teresa smirk a little, he knew she wasn't going to let him off easy.
"And that's fine Murdoc, you know I never was one to deny you that..."
Murdoc felt Teresa stroking his hair as he worked his way from her neck to her face. She seemed to abruptly stop, apparently realizing what she was doing and pushed him off of her slowly.
"What else do you want me to say?" Murdoc asked with a sigh as he rolled his eyes. He wasn't sure how much longer he could hold himself back.
"I'm not trying to be your girlfriend Murdoc, but I want this to be clear for the both of us from now on... if we are going to fuck around with each other you need to either decide whether you want to sleep around knowing that I'm going to do the same or if we are going to be actually dating."
Murdoc said nothing and continued groping at Teresa, eager to get her back to his Winnebago. He was sure he could get her to forget about it if he hit the right switch.
"So which is it?" Teresa asked, noticing Murdoc's distraction. She took this opportunity to pull away once again and measure his reaction.
Murdoc found himself at a crossroads. On the one hand he knew the type of person he was and how difficult it could be to control himself when it came to his sexual impulses. On the other hand, he felt oddly possessive of Teresa and couldn't stomach the thought of her with another man. It had been, as he recalled, the reason he confronted Teresa in the first place. Though he would never admit this to her.
He hesitated for a minute before he finally gave his answer.
"Let's come to an agreement, love," Murdoc murmured after a tense moment of silence passed between them.