Promise (M)
She's looking at herself in the mirror wondering if this is really who she is now.
It feels like she's no longer holding on to any virtues at all. Like her virginity was her last hold out for being a good person.
She slides the black silk over her pale, still slightly damp, skin. She runs a finger along the tender, abused skin at her neck, his teeth marks still clear and the sensation easy to bring back to mind, a flash of pain sending her careening over everything, ripping her apart in the best kind of way.
He had said he was a villain, and maybe that was true, there was certainly something going on that went beyond some possible real estate fraud.
However, she was a villain. too, she was sure of it. She had done some pretty morally ambiguous things and the longer she was with him the less she felt the need to shift back into the land of solid white morals.
Behind that door wasn't her boyfriend. Well not her official boyfriend, she had this weird feeling that Dick was more Cassidy's boyfriend than hers when it came down to it. Behind the door was Dick Casablancas and she had every intention of enjoying his company in a biblical fashion.
She bit her lips nervously, afraid that all her pep talk had done was expose the fact that she needed a pep talk, and opened the door.
Dick looks up from his position on the end of the bed and he looks nervous, too.
Great.
He was supposed to be the experienced one; she had hoped that he would take charge in some capacity without Cassidy here. Cassidy was always the dominate one and it was glaringly obvious, in the nervous way it took a little longer than it probably should have for Dick to say anything, that maybe they needed him.
"Fuck, you look great." The words are almost an exhale of noise and he reaches out for her.
She steps carefully into his range and lets him pull her to him. He wraps his arms around her and buries his head into her stomach. He squeezes her to him, holding on to her like he's about to fall apart, and she wants him to fall apart just not like this.
"Are you okay?" She asks softly, running her fingers through his sunshine hair, "Is everything alright?"
"I love you." His voice is thick and muffled by her skin, "I love you both so much."
The feeling sitting behind the words is devastating in a way only Casablancas' seemed to be able to manage, it screamed out for something in her and, God, it answered.
"I love you, too, Dick." She tells him softly and is only a little surprised that it rings true.
She does love him, both of them. It seems wrong that she should have to choose and she's so glad that she doesn't have to.
She feels something wet against her stomach and it scares her for a moment because it is in no way a sexy wet.
He's crying. Not a lot, just enough and silently.
"If I had just been better..." His thick voice chokes out into her skin and she grabs onto him, trying to anchor him here with her rather than letting him be swallowed by whatever demons are desperate for him.
She takes a deep, shaking breath and unlatches him from her. He comes away easily, but looks so broken when she finally sees his face again.
She pushes him carefully down to the bed and presses soft kisses to his salt-tainted face.
She doesn't know what exactly is wrong, and she knows he won't tell her, but she wants to bring him back to her.
She presses her mouth softly to his skin as she pushes his shirt up. It's really not fair that anyone should be built like this outside of a Greek statue. It was amazing, the differences between the brothers, Cassidy's slight almost waifish form was all lean muscle, like a tightly wound spring she could feel the power under the surface, but Dick's body was perfectly content in showing exactly where the power was. She ran her tongue along a section of his chest, pausing to listen to the low, almost mewing, moan to escape Dick.
Good.
She repeats the action, making her way down to his still belted pants, Dick's breathing coming faster and the most adorable, little moans pushing past his bitten lips.
She pulls away and his hand reaches out and grabs a hold of her hair, trying to guide her back to his skin.
She easily untangles his fingers from her damp hair and focuses on his belt. She runs her fingers across what she's sure is actual animal and tears it away from his body. She's fairly certain that she burns him a little, but all he does is push up on his elbows and quirk an eyebrow.
She puts a hand on his chest and pushes lightly until he gets the hint and lies back down.
It amazes her a little bit every time. Dick submissive and adorable is so far removed from the person she had heard horror stories about in the locker room.
She undoes his pants, her heartbeat picking up and pushing her blood south.
She's seen his penis before, it's not like it's the first one she's seen or touched or anything. It's just usually so much quicker than this and through a Cassidy filter. She hasn't touched Dick without Cassidy's hands on her before, and it makes her nervous.
He lifts his butt to make it easier for her to pull off his pants. She pulls them away and he's laying there, face flushed and chest moving quickly.
She runs her hand along the hard length of him, still concealed in fabric but begging to be let out. His hips rise to keep her hand on him as long as possible, to make the soft touch harder.
She wants him to touch her. She wants him to feel her, but she doesn't know exactly how to go about it.
She removes her hands from him, enjoying the little frustrated noise more than she's sure she should, and lays on the bed next to him.
"Wha?" His voice is all breath, desperate and rasping, as he rolls to look down at her.
Taking a steadying breath, she speaks, her voice low and needy, "Touch me."
His mouth shifts into a smirk and she finds it oddly predatory. She's not sure that Dick should be allowed to look predatory now when she knows, rather intimately, that he's not like that at all.
He finishes his little roll on top of her, looking down at her with eyes that burn and dig into her.
He leans down and kisses her, a deep slow consuming thing that's filling her up. His hands are on her, large and hot, a little rough against her skin, rubbing slowly down her body, pushing the black fabric away from her skin.
He breaks from her mouth only slightly, to allow air back into their lungs, his hands moving rough, soft, and slow on her breasts, rolling her between his fingers.
Her moans are all back of the throat noises as she kisses him back, hands in his hair, on his neck and back, and loving every inch of his burning skin.
A hand slides down her side and into the little shorts and she moans at the feeling, rolling her hips to try and gain some sort of friction, some sort of control.
Dick rubs her, letting her break from the kiss to bury moans into his shoulder. Dick's mouth is by her ear now, wet mouth resting against her shoulder.
When he slips a finger effortlessly inside her the soft little moan he makes, normally covered by her own thick, satisfied sound, is sent right to the core of her and she wants to make more of that sound.
"Dick..." He moans at his name in her mouth and pulls his finger out of her, his entire hand coming out of her pants.
He pushes himself up on his hands to put some space between their upper bodies so that he can look down at her better, but it pushes his hard dick down into her, their bodies fighting with cotton and silk, and she's lost for a moment pushing up against him.
"What is it?"
"I want to be on top."
He doesn't say anything, just smiles brightly and rolls off of her.
She watches him kick off his underwear until he's naked, hard and desperate, his teeth in his lip, his fingers digging into the bedding.
This is it Mackenzie.
She tosses her sleek sleepwear away and grabs a condom from the bed stand. Cassidy must have left them out for them. She leaves the foil package by Dick's head, loving his confused look before it turns into gasping, moaning irreverence as she slides down onto him. Bare.
She slides tentatively against him, leaning forward to keep her ear by his mouth to capture all the little gasps he makes.
She had always assumed he would be obscenely loud. Maybe a version of Dick was, the one that used women like blowup dolls, that filled his own needs and left, but this Dick, hers and Cassidy's Dick, wasn't like that and she wanted to make him scream her name.
She experiments with different ways to move against him until she finds one that causes Dick to grab onto her desperately, his mouth begging against her as he meets her thrusts eagerly. He's getting steadily louder with every twist of her hips and she can feel something building up in her, something slower than with Cassidy, which had been like a violent blast of feeling and liquid.
Dick pushes her up carefully so she's sitting on his lap and he's buried to the hilt, his hot, large hands moving her slowly. She widens her legs and forces him deeper, bringing a shaking moan trembling out of Dick's mouth.
He keeps her still, with one hand hard on her hip, and reaches desperately for the condom. His fingers fumble with the foil twice before she leans forward, slipping off of him with a groan, and grabs the foil.
"Looking for something?" She gasps out and he takes the foil from her quickly, pushing his arms under her to wrap himself in the latex.
He grabs her by the waist and lowers her back onto him in an uncaring show of strength that she is putting in the bank for later.
She continues her previous ministrations, every moan he makes building something in her as she grinds down into him.
In a few short moments, she hits some sort of wall.
"Cindy..." Dick moans out, desperate and squirming, thrusting up against her and she breaks through that wall and falls off the edge, her fingers scratching along his chest seeking purchase as her body tremors and comes, back arched, head thrown back.
It's different from the one Cassidy had coaxed out of her. Not better, just different, and good and hard. Fuck this was the best decision she's ever made.
She will buy a skintight leather suit and start calling herself the Baroness if it means she gets to keep having nights like this.
When she falls back down to reality she's on her back, Dick thrusting slowly into her and she's already built up close to coming again.
"You good?" Dick asks between slow, deep pumps.
"Yeah..." She gasps out. She had figured Dick would take longer than his brother. He was the most experienced person she knew, but she's not sure what he wants her to do now because she's fucking spent.
"Good." He leans down and kisses her softly before grabbing her legs and forcing them up and hooking them over his shoulders.
"Fuck..." She hisses out as he thrusts down hard into a new spot and throws her head back. She is for this, she is going to take up yoga because this. Always.
The caring, submissive Dick is slipping away as he uses her to finish and she has absolutely no problem with that.
There's a blast of sound, like an explosion and when she looks out the window the sky is an odd orange, but Dick's moving harder, more urgently, and with a final thrust down into her he smirks at her, coming with a long moan, head tossed back, body arched to push as far into her as possible as if he means to assimilate and it tosses her over the edge as well.
When he comes down he, presses soft kisses to the insides of her legs and unhooks her, sliding out carefully and tying off the offending latex.
He lies down next to her, rolling her until she's draped partially across his chest.
It takes her a long moment to become coherent again.
"What do you think that was?" She asks, pointing to the orange lit clouds and what looks like little pieces of fire raining down.
"I don't know. I don't really care." Dick tells her, voice thick with satisfaction of all kinds.
"Well, get dressed and we'll go to the lobby, someone's bound to know."
Dick shakes his head and rolls them over so that she's on underneath him again.
She wants to know what's going on, but the urgency for knowledge slips away when Dick's mouth covers her own, kissing in that slow, burning, consuming way he's perfected. He breaks from her mouth and she finds herself lifting up to follow his, desperate for contact.
Dick's smile is slow and he turns her over onto her stomach.
Christ, he doesn't really want to do that with her, does he?
His hands are hot as he raises her hips to present her ass to him. God she hates herself a little for wanting him to spank her. She's been bad, sobad, and she should be punished, but punishment always comes out of the other Casablancas brother.
"I'll be gentle." He tells her softly and she kind of wishes he wouldn't be. That he'd be rough and slam and burn and fill her up until she falls apart.
She just nods and is careful not to bite back her moan when he slips a finger into his desired location.
He's bent over her and with his mouth on her and she can feel him hard against her skin. She moans, pushes back against him, and is rewarded by a low, long groan into her skin.
"Just relax okay..." He tells her and the strain in his voice leads her to believe that he won't last long, "Okay?"
"Just do it, Dick." She demands the best she can while panting
"Yes ma'am." Dick removes his finger and moves to replace it when he pauses. The sounds of sirens are filling up the night and he swears.
He's frozen and it's building up a burning, painful frustration in her. She reaches back, grabs a hold of him and makes to do this herself.
His groan is loud and has a frustrated undercurrent as he wraps his hand around hers and removes it. He moves from her completely and she can feel the bed move.
She sits up and turns to look at him, "What's wrong?"
She knows by the way that he's still hard and the way his eyes are dragging desperately across her, that whatever it is, is not her fault.
It's nice to forgo that insecurity, but the fear and nervous determination that fill his eyes, when he drags them away from her, is not very settling.
Something big is happening, she can feel it in the strange air of the room, and she knows something is wrong when he tosses her duffle bag onto the bed.
"Get dressed." He tells her so firmly that she does so, her eyes darting between him and the door. He's doing the same.
She sits down on the edge of the bed and watches Dick nervously pace.
"You're not going to tell me what's going on, are you?"
Dick drops to his knees in front of her, his hands are oddly cold against her skin; she's still burning from her earlier activities.
"We love you and we would never ever hurt you-"
"I know that..."
She can hear boots pounding down the hall outside and she doesn't know exactly why they are coming here, but she knows that they are.
"You're smart, you'll find us, right?"
She puts a hand against his on her face, trying to calm him down enough to at least stop him, looking so fucking scared. It's twisting up her insides.
"Dick I don't know wh-"
"Promise." He presses quick kisses against her face before he pulls back and straightens her hair nervously.
"I promise, Dick." He smiles at her softly and stands up just in time for the door to be kicked in and the room flooded with deputies.
She's face down on the bed next to Dick, her arms yanked behind her. Someone was kneeling on her back, but it all seemed so secondary when cold metal clamped around her wrists.
She's yanked up, she can feel the burn in her shoulders, Dick is yelling that she doesn't know anything and when they pull her out into the hall asking, demanding to know where Cassidy is she's certain that it's never been more true.
A/N: don't worry there's one chapter left. Mac's POV again.