Girlfriend (M)
"What are you still doing here?" Cassidy asks as Dick walks into the living room and sits down on the couch.
Watching him freak out by the looks of it.
It's ridiculous, he can plan and execute a mass murder, manipulate people into doing the dirty work for him all with an unnatural calm, but the idea of Cindy coming over sends him into a panic.
"Dude calm down, I'll leave once she gets here." Dick is biting his lip like he's actually trying to not say something, "so what are you doing with Ghostworld anyway?"
"Movie."
He shrugs, "that's pretty safe. If it goes south and you don't get any action you can always just watch the movie." He tells him sagely and the doorbell rings.
He freezes, eyes wide, heart freaking the fuck out.
"Dude chill, I'll get it." Dick rolls his eyes but there's a soft smile to his features. He watches his brother leave the room.
Can hear the door open.
"Oh...hello." Cindy, she sounds beautifully displeased with Dick's presence.
"Ghostworld." Dick responds, "he's in the living room." The sound of Dick's voice continues but it's almost silent.
"Asshole." Cindy hisses and the door closes.
Oh god he's chased her away!
He'll kill him...well hurt him. Badly, he'll put him in a cast. His mind is flashing through ways to destroy Dick when Cindy comes around the corner into the living room and all the air rushes out of his lungs. Her face is flushed.
"How are you related to that?" She asks dropping her purse to the floor by the couch.
"Someone had to get all the useful genes." He shrugs, whatever his brother whispered to Mac didn't drive her away, so he'll put all plans to injure Dick on the back burner. He watches her sit down on the couch near the arm leaving it up to him how much space there'll be between them.
He sits in the middle of the couch, nervously biting his lip.
"So...I thought maybe dinner?"
"I've already eaten." She tells him turning to look at him properly.
He can feel the heat in his face at her attention, "I meant friday... If you still want to..."
"Yes." She tells him quickly as if she thinks he might change his mind, "oh...um...I'm vegan." She tells him nervously.
"So I guess sharing a malt is out of the question then." He smiles and he finds its actually hard not to when she's around. Which is a new feeling that's for sure.
"It certainly is, if you think I'm the type to share a malt without being pinned your just plum crazy."
There's a flushed silence that settles between them and he wonders if she's remembering how far they almost when in her car just last night.
"Movie?" He points at the tv nervously and she nods.
Alien.
He gives her veto power but she's pleased with the choice and they sit in the dark empty house next to each other and the blue light of the tv lights her up and he finds himself shifting closer to her.
She turns to look at him during a quiet point of the movie, "you're not going to yawn and put your arm around my shoulders are you?"
Blood rushes to his face because yeah, he was kinda planning on doing that, "of course not."
"Good." She yawns spectacularly and brings her arm across his shoulder and they dissolve into laughter.
They fall over onto the couch she's falls on top of him and he looks up at her, the sound of Ripley fighting monsters echoing around them. Her hair falls and creates a little curtain protecting him from the world. She's looking at him like he's the greatest thing, all nervous eyes, emotions and thoughts flashing behind her eyes and he leans up and captures her mouth.
It's simple and solid and chaste considering their brief history. When he pulls back, setting his head back down on the couch he's watching her.
Please kiss me.
Please.
Kiss me.
His breath is caught and his hands lift to her sides. They easily slip under the fabric of her shirt.
Please god.
She dips low and kisses him. She tastes like dr pepper and he wonders vaguely if that's just what she tastes like, Dr. Pepper and honey and vanilla and magic. She's libido magic because something about the way she moves and the flashes of blood red hair make that flood of adrenaline pump through him. He immediately responds to the bite of her teeth and he couldn't give a shit about what is happening in the movie, all he cares about is the fact that Cindy is on top of him, their legs tangled together and that she seems really pleased that his hand is climbing up her body.
He's on top of her by the time the disc turns back to the menu, his hand up her shirt pulling soft little moans and gasps from her, her mouth on his neck, biting and kissing, her hands on his belt, a leg wrapped around his waist.
"Dude your room is like right upstairs." Dick's voice crashes through the room and Cindy freezes under him.
He looks up from her to glare daggers at his brother, "I thought you were at Logan's..." His voice comes out a hiss and Cindy's hands undo his belt buckle.
Fuck she's still going! Oh my god. Calm down. If Dick says something she'll stop.
"He kicked me out." Dick shrugs.
"I can't imagine why." Cindy grumbles, eyes narrowed at Dick, her face is flushed and her chest is heaving against him. The fingers of one hand carefully pulling down the zipper of his pants the other rubbing along him.
Fuck.
Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. He bites his lip before swallowing hard and looking at Dick.
If Dick doesn't leave right now he's going to kill him and fuck his girlfriend over his dead body.
"Can you leave?" His voice is all weird and Dick must notice because his eyes widen like he finally gets it, just as Cindy's hand slips into his jeans, oh my god. He looks at her, she is the best thing ever. She's better than money and surfing and the gun range, she better than perfectly timed bombs, she grabs onto him, she better than not getting caught.
"Leave." He growls at Dick because Cindy's soft hot hand is wrapped around him and he honestly doesn't know how long he can hold back the moans building up in the back of his throat.
Dick's face flushes with color, something he's not sure he's ever seen before, he looks directly at Cindy and bites his lip before he scurries out of the room and his bedroom door slams upstairs.
A moan rips from his throat and his head drops to her shoulder, "you..." She starts pumping him and he wants to tell her how beautiful and amazing she is but he's lost all ability to speak.
Seriously this is the best week of his entire life, this is better than before his parents split, before little league, better than getting away with the bus crash, better than that week in Switzerland with his mom when she was in between husbands.
He pushes himself up from her shoulder to look at her and she looks nervous and focused, like she's trying to remember everything she's ever read in cosmo. His hand grip onto her hip tightly, too tightly because she flinches under him, eyes drawn to his. His mouth crashes against hers and he's sure he's bruising her mouth but she's arching into him and her hand gets tighter around him and he's so close. His fingers digging into the arm of the couch behind her head.
He pulls away from her mouth for breath and it comes in ragged bursts against her shoulder. His entire body tightens as he cums, an amazing shuddering, blinding sensation and her name wants to rip from his throat, he bites her shoulder to keep it bottled and she moans in his ear.
Her hand leaves his pants covered in goo and the room smells heavily of sex.
"I should probably go..." She states eyes on her hand, on the dripping mess he's made of her.
"Don't." His voice pleads and he's glad Dick is upstairs and can't hear this because he'll never live it down. But it's worth it for the smile it puts on her face.
"It's almost midnight, I have to go home." She smirks and slides out from under him to the nearest bathroom.
He sits up and the mess she's made of his pants has cooled against his skin and feels awful.
He'll have to take a shower before bed, and he finds himself hating the idea because it'll wash away the smell of her. They absolutely have to make out in his room next time, make out... does getting a hand job still count as making out? Or is it some weird in between thing between making out and sex.
It was something he'd usually ask Dick but he's not sure how well that question will be received.
She comes back from the bathroom smelling of soap, her face still flushed and bends down to pick up her purse, "Seriously thou, we need to stop doing this."
His heart stops, "Are you breaking up with me already?"
She drops her purse, "What? No! I mean the..." She makes a vulgar hand gesture that even Dick would have been proud of.
"Next time we'll just play video games or something." He tells her, hands up in surrender. She's looking at him strangely, "what?"
"Break up? So we're like...together?"
She's asking if she's his girlfriend and everything in him declares a resounding yes. He opens his mouth to answer but his eyes narrow as Dick appears behind her. He watches as Dick's eyes travel across Cindy and he wants to slug him because he's leering at his fucking girlfriend!
His eyes widen as Dick's fingers grip the neck of Cindy's shirt. For a moment both are too stunned to move against the blond.
"Nice battle scar Ghost world." His voice is all wrong, it's tainted with something he's really worried is jealousy and his finger drags across her skin. Cindy snaps out of it first and whirls on his brother and sends a small fist into Dick's chest.
"Don't touch me Dick." She spits out his name like it's an insult. She bends down to pick her purse back up and storms from the house without a word to either Casablancas.
Cassidy unfreezes at the sound of her car peeling out of the driveway. He jumps from the couch.
"That's my girlfriend you asshole!" He yells the blood in him is boiling and there's a rage in him that's pushing at him to unleash.
Dick's jaw is set, " your flys down genius." He tells him and there's venom in his voice as he turns and goes back upstairs.
Venom is not something he's ever heard in Dick's voice before and it worries him.