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Chapter 43: Comfort
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Author's Note: I've been sitting on this chapter for almost two weeks. I didn't know where or how to end it. Enjoy!
"Don't be mad at me, Rachel," Richard pleads on his knees. His right hand is reaching for her while his left hand is gingerly cupping his throbbing groin. The pain is subsiding into a dull ache that will be with him for a while.
She huffs and angles her knees away from the hand trying to touch her. Rachel's arms are crossed under her bra-less breasts. His shirt is two sizes too large for her and slipping off of one shoulder. The thin material does very little to hide her slightly hardened nipples from his curious gaze. The hem of his boxers are peeking out just below his shirt but they weren't long enough to cover much of her thighs. The creaminess of her bare legs are enough to make Richard's mouth water. However, as enticing as the sight of Rachel perched on his toilet seat may be, he realizes that he'll need to tread more carefully going forward. He had thought that she would be more pliant with the truth serum coursing through her, but apparently, she's as feisty as ever. Richard made the mistake of letting his cockiness get the better of him and now he's paying the price for it. He's just thanking his lucky stars that the knee which has been aiming for his balls were a few degrees off.
"Just...put on the light, Dick," is her exasperated command. She refuses to look in his direction. Her brows are knitted together in a permanent frown that Richard couldn't help but find adorable.
"Are you sure?" he asks her. "You were really sensitive to the light earlier."
"Just do it," she says with annoyance clearly in her voice. Normally, Richard would bristle at the thought of being on the receiving end of a command, but he is currently humbled by his aching crotch. Like a good boy, Richard gets up and slightly limps his way over to the bathroom door to flick the switch. The flood of florescent light washes out the enchanting flicker of the candles and Richard has to blink a few times to allow his eyes to readjust. There is a low groan behind him. He turns around just in time to see Rachel slumping over and cradling her head in her hands.
I guess the sensitivity is still there. There is a part of Richard that wants to turn the lights back off because he knows his love is in pain, but there is a much larger, more sadistic, part of him that is going to let her suffer a little. He knows that he deserved that kick for teasing her earlier but he was peeved that she would go for the family jewels. Honestly, he thought that she would just continue to beat at his chest like some damsel in distress and he'd be able to steal a few more kisses from her. But! She had other plans. The initial pain had him on his knees and breathing heavily through his nose. While he was trying to cope with what just happened, she had grabbed the towel and proceeded to cover herself with it. From the corner of his eye, he saw her scurrying over to the clean clothes. She slipped the shorts on underneath the towel first before turning around and glaring at him. Mumbling something about rubbing hot sauce in his eyes if he didn't close them. Richard had painfully laughed to himself as he did what he was told. Slowly making his way to his feet. When he opened his eyes again, Rachel was fully dressed in his clothes and he felt his masculine ego swell. She looks stunning and the sight of her tickles at his possessive pride.
"Turn it off," she grumbles from her seat on the porcelain throne. Her head is angled towards the floor with her hands shading her eyes. Damp violet hair has fallen forward to cover the sides of her face. He really wishes she would grow it out. The only time he's ever seen her with long hair was during the fiasco that was her 16th birthday. If he remembers correctly, her long hair had been slightly wavy at the tips. The silkiness of it had caressed his forearm in an enticing way as he held her body close while she regained consciousness. What he wouldn't give to feel it against his bare chest while he holds her as she sleeps.
"Your wish is my command," he replies when he really wants to say, I told you so.
"Spare me," she retorts and he smiles as her sassiness starts peeking through. Her walls are all the way up.
"Are you hungry again?" he asks. The question is seemingly out of the blue, but one does need sustenance to make a proper recovery.
"No. I just ate the soup," Rachel mumbles as she delicately massages her temples. Aversion to light is one of the by products of the truth serum, so he knew this was coming.
"I just want to make sure," he gently says as he approaches her on quiet feet. He can feel her body tense at his proximity when he stands in front of her.
"You're full, you're clean…," Richard says as he slowly reaches out a hand to gently touch her forehead. Mindful to keep his actions slow and deliberate or else she might try to punch him in the dick. She would have a clear shot in her sitting position. "You're warm. I think it's time for you to get some more sleep. So that you can recover faster."
"I wish I knew what you were feeling," she says as she attempts to study his face in the dim light. "This is not a dream...but I don't know who you are."
"I'm Dick," he says with a reassuring smile. "I've always been me."
"Not like this…" she says more to herself than him before grimacing at the sudden pain shooting through her head.
"Lie down, first," Richard says as he gently pulls her to her feet. "We'll talk until you fall asleep."
She allows herself to be pulled up, but he can tell that turning on the light had disoriented her a bit. Richard takes his beloved by the hand and leads her out of his bathroom and into his bedroom. He can feel her tense up behind him before she stops in her tracks. He gives her hand a firm tug and he feels her stumble against his sturdier frame.
"No," she mumbles and tries to pull away while shaking her head, "no, no, no…"
They are standing in front of his bed. The same bed she undressed him on only days ago. Rachel is trying to pull her hand from his grasp, but Richard refuses to let go. He can make out the look of fear on her face in the dimness of the room. "Don't you want to sleep here, Rachel?"
"This is dangerous," she says as she steps further away from him and the mattress before them. Further away from the implications of lying there with him. Her sixth sense is screaming at her that she's no longer dealing with the friend she once knew.
"Your bed or mine?" Richard asks. "The choice is yours."
"Ha," Rachel mumbles as she attempts to free her hand from his grasp. "That's not really a choice. Neither one is safe."
Richard allows her to step away from him, but doesn't let go of her hand. The bond between them is as strained as the pressure being placed on both their arms. The ardent young man is emboldened by the fact that his love's powers aren't working and she is terrified by the thought of laying in his bed. He has shown her that he is more than willing to take advantage of the situation in order to get what he wants.
"Safe?" Richard asks in confusion. "You're always safe when you're with me. I would never willingly hurt you, Rachel."
"You're hurting me right now," she states as she attempts to yank her hand back. She is frowning at him and digging deep to find the energy to keep him at bay. Both birds knew that it was only a matter of time before she tires out. Richard is just playing the waiting game with her.
"I don't want to hurt you, though," he counters with all of the patience of someone stating the obvious. "If you stop pulling so hard, it will stop hurting."
"Let me go, Dick," she says again. Rachel doesn't have enough energy to put more bite into her tone.
There is a deep sadness in Richard's voice as he says, "If I let you go, you will leave me…"
"What?" she counters. Dumbfounded at the softly spoken accusation.
"They've all left me...eventually," he whispers into the darkness of the room. Richard was looking off into the distance. Gazing towards his bedroom's window. Just above Rachel's head.
"Who has left you?" she asks while slightly shaking the hand he's holding in his grasp.
"My parents...Batman...Alfred...she had," is mumbled in Rachel's direction while his gaze is still far off in the distance. She frowns at this confession and shakes her head. She couldn't be hearing right. Very rarely does Richard reveal this type of insecurity to anyone.
When Rachel takes a tentative step closer to him, Richard knew he had her. He knew that she was just as curious about him as he was about her. He had known that revealing something sensitive and unexpected about himself would have her letting her guard down. He tries not to smile as she takes another step closer.
"I don't understand what you're saying, Dick," she says. She was close enough for him to feel her body heat and he has to remind himself to not let it distract him. His goal is to get her in his bed before the rest of his teammates come back. "Batman is your mentor. You're still very close to him…"
Richard shakes his head and finally looks down at her. "I am one of many, Rachel. Batman collects Robins like some people collect comic books. He's not really invested in me...at least not as a person. He sees me more like a tool. A thing he can maneuver to get what he wants. The longer I'm in his service...the less he pays attention to me. He looks my way long enough to critique my work...but he doesn't take into consideration the things that I want for myself…"
Richard uses the hand that isn't holding onto Rachel to brush a lock of hair behind her ear. The recent conversations about his feelings for this young woman replaying in his head. Bruce's adamant arguments about her being too evil...too dangerous...not good enough. "...He doesn't respect the people that I want to keep in my life…"
His love is blinking past the pain in her head to look deeply into his blue-gray eyes. Her mind is racing to connect the dots between what he's saying and his recent actions. She mumbles "Nightwing" to no one in particular and Richard nods once. She's catching on. It's time to hammer home his sob story.
"Yes," he confirms. "He's already left me in the dust for other traumatized boys. If I don't break away from him now...then when? When do I get to make my own choices without the pre-approval of someone else?"
Rachel is slowly nodding her head in understanding. Stepping out of someone else's shadow is a situation that she's familiar with. These are emotions that she knows and understands because she has felt them for herself. Her walls are dropping and she doesn't even realize that she's taken another step closer to the hungry predator in the room.
"Even so," she attempts to reason, "he hasn't completely abandoned you. And you're not alone. You've got the team you've worked so hard to create, by your side. There's Cyborg, Starfire...Beastboy...and me. Found family is still family."
Richard smiles sadly at her as he says "I really only have you, Rachel. When I take closer looks at my friendships with the other members, I can't help but to think about how they would leave me too...if it suit their purpose."
"That's not true!" she attempts to protest. "Our teammates wouldn't abandon you…"
He cuts off the rest of her sentence with a question. "You really think so? Hasn't the last couple of days shown you anything? About our team? The dynamics of it all?"
Richard watches as Rachel tries to think through the headache that was brought on by the sudden change in light. She is trying to put the pieces of the puzzle together, but nothing seems to make sense. She didn't want it to make sense.
A sigh escapes Richard's lips as he turns his whole body to face hers. His grip on her softens a bit as he uses his thumb to stroke the silky skin on the back of her hand. "Our team is divided, babe. On one side stands Star and BB. On the other stands you and me. Don't you remember that day in the park...when BB stole my laptop? For some reason they are suspicious of me. And Cyborg stands with them even though he claims that he's trying to keep us together."
"We can…" she mumbles as she thinks. "We can fix this. Misunderstandings can only be cleared up if we talk about it. I highly doubt Cy…"
"He's been plotting with Batman behind my back."
The statement is spoken over the rest of Rachel's sentence. He didn't want to hear her lovely voice defend another man while in his presence. He didn't want her to give Cyborg the benefit of the doubt when he has listened into conversations between the bat and the robot. He is too tired and emotionally drained to keep his cool. All he wants to do is pull Rachel into his arms, collapse on his bed and fall into a deep slumber. He would sort out his life later.
"What do you mean by plotting?" is the question that brings him out of his thoughts.
"I've overheard them both talking about replacing me as team leader," Richard admits. "They no longer think that I'm fit enough to lead the team in the right direction."
"That's bullshit!" comes the fiery cry before him. He smiles a little to himself at her reaction to the news but then frowns when she clutches her forehead in pain. "You've been our leader for so long...and you've done such a great job...is that why you've been talking about leaving and life after us?"
"Lie down, Rachel," he says as he gently clasps her shoulders and turns her toward his waiting mattress. "I'll explain it…"
He can feel her body seizing up beneath his grasp and knew that she was about to pull away. "I won't do anything you don't want me to. Besides...what kind of a man would I be to take advantage of an injured person?"
"An opportunistic one…" is her blunt reply. She is looking at his bed through the fingers covering her face. Weighing her options. She could either rest here or demand to sleep in her own room. However, there really isn't much stopping him from crawling into her bed and doing what he pleases. Then a thought occurs to her and she angles her head back to look at Richard before asking, "When is the rest of the team coming back?"
She barely catches the grimace that flashes across his face before he replies. "They're still scouting the scene of your attack. They'll be back soon enough, though. They've been there for hours."
Rachel turns back to look at Richard's bed and nods once. Again weighing her options. Just like her leader, she knows that they will come looking for her the moment they get back to the Tower. She just has to bide her time and keep this unpredictable Richard at bay until then.
"I want to rest in my own room, Dick," she says.
"I think it's best that you stay here," he counters. "I can work while you sleep. I'd rather not leave you alone until your powers return."
There's a snort from the pretty young woman, but she doesn't turn back or argue with him. She half expected him to make that argument. Even if she did go back to her room, he was determined to stay with her for "health" reasons. Richard watches as Rachel takes a step closer to his bed. Her mind trying to assess the risk/danger ratio through the dull throbbing. He places a firm hand against her upper back and gently pushes her forward until her knees collide with the edge. She stumbles forward a bit but manages to regain her balance.
"Get in, Rachel," he says behind her. She can't see the grin that is contorting his lips with glee. "I'll tuck you in."
She's staring at his pillows when she asks, "Why does that sound so ominous?"
"Because you're worried that I will take advantage of you," is his honest answer. He takes several steps away from her and reaches for his comfortable desk chair. The sound of wheels being dragged across the floor is enough to make Rachel turn her head. A curious expression crosses her face but before she can ask, Richard answers. "I'm going to sit here until you fall asleep. Then, I'm going to do some research while we wait for the rest of the team to come back."
"You're not...coming in with me?" she asks in disbelief. Her wide violet eyes are blinking in confusion and pain.
"Do you want me to?" he asks with a cocky smirk on his face as he flexes the muscles in his arms. "I've heard that thorough massages does wonders for an aching body."
Rachel aggressively points to him as she demands, "Keep your groping hands to yourself, Dick! Or else I'll knee you in the crotch again."
"That was a low blow," he says, "but I'm willing to forgive it as long as it's you who is touching me."
"Were you always so perverted?" she asks as she looks at him with new eyes.
"Yes," is his blunt reply. "Get in bed, Rachel. Now."
Rachel swallows before she turns back around and gingerly lifts the sheets off of Richard's bed. She can tell that he is losing patience with her and she doesn't want to push it while her powers are still malfunctioning. The ever present threat of her "brothers" is still nagging at the front of her mind. Not to mention the annoying headache that won't go away.
Richard watches with gleeful eyes as Rachel's delicate body slips between his sheets. There is a part of him that feels content at the knowledge that she will be sleeping in his room, in his bed, in his clothes. It's all like a dream come true...well, partial dream. As much as he wants to crawl in there with her, he knows that it's too soon. He has to figure out a way to make her be the one to reach out to him. He has to somehow get her to invite him in.
Is this how vampires feel? He idly ponders as she lays her head on his pillow. Her violet hair fans about her head like a dark halo as she folds her arms on top of the covers. Her eyes are focused on the ceiling as she takes a deep breath.
"Everything smells like you," she states.
"You are in my space," he playfully counters. "Are you trying to say I smell bad?"
"No…" she quietly says. "I'm saying that you smell like you, sound like you, look like you, but you're not acting like you. The Dick I know...he's never been like this…"
"I am who I am," Richard cryptically says. "Every man has this side to him. Did you think that I had no sex drive?"
"Don't be crass," she chastises him. "I've felt your lust before. It was...quite something to behold…"
He watches as a surprised expression crosses her face before a hand shoots up to cover her mouth. It's good to see that the truth serum is still doing its job even if it is milder than he would have liked it to be.
"Oh? When was this?" Richard's curiosity was quipped. He knows that she's felt a wide array of emotions from everyone on their team but apparently there was a moment that really stood out to her.
She turns her head away from him and he has to fight the urge to force her to face him. The pretty flush of her cheeks tells him that that moment really left an impression on her. The sound of Rachel's voice was the most timid he's heard in a while.
"It was raining that night…" she starts while still not looking at him. "You were angry because the criminal had managed to get away…but you were also vibrating with something else…"
"That doesn't sound like lust," Richard counters from his chair. "If anything that sounds more like rage."
"For some people there is a very thin line between the two." Violet eyes are attempting to focus on him in the dark. Richard is lounging like a leopard in his comfortable office chair. One elbow is braced against the arm rest while his hand is propping up his chin. His shoulders are hunched and menacingly broad in the dark. The minuscule light casts shadows in just the right places to accentuate the tone abs on display. Richard's other hand rests on his abused crotch. Gently cupping the tender area to help ease the ache from an earlier blow.
"Are you saying that I'm one of those people?" he inquires with a quirked eyebrow. "Doesn't that bother you?"
Rachel is quiet for a moment as she mulls over the two questions. He watches her as she watches the ceiling. Her hands are folded on top of his blanket and her breathing is steady.
"I think you're one of those people that always needs to be in control of everything...of everyone," she begins. "Losing control upsets you…"
"I'm not sure how that relates to my lust for you," he says. There was no shame in his declaration. Rachel's eyes flutter close and a pained expression crosses her face. As though the thought of his desire for her hurts.
"You don't," she states. "You want to control me as much as my brothers do…"
You. Us.
"...you can't beat me in a fight, so you'll try to fuck me into submission. It's classic psych…"
"Don't insult me like that," Richard snaps. He is no longer amused by her train of thought or the implication that the only reason he wants her is to subjugate her. Would he love to dominate her body? Of course, but only to please her. Her mind? Yes, but only to guide her. If he wanted complete dependence then he would have just chosen Starfire. She would wait on him night and day just so that she could tell the world that she had him.
"My desire for you isn't something that trivial, Rachel," he states through clenched teeth. His nostrils flare in anger as he tries to remind himself that for as strong as his beloved is, she's in a constant battle with her low self-esteem. "I'm not like your brothers. I don't want you for your powers or the things you can do. I want you for you."
"Ha! You mean my award winning personality?" is her snarky reply. "Do better, Dick."
"What are you so afraid of?" he asks. "Why are you so resistant to the idea of me loving you? I'm not the type of person who would joke around like this."
There is silence from the girl on his bed. Richard is looking at her and she is looking at the ceiling once again. She is pondering all the reasons why their relationship isn't a good idea and he's anticipating all of her excuses because that's what they are. Excuses.
Eventually, Rachel brings her hands up to rub at her tired face before mumbling, "This is the last thing we should be discussing...not when they're out there…"
"What do you know about them?" Richard inquires. This was the original reason he drugged her in the first place.
"Not much. I have more...siblings out there. The ones we encountered today are...harvesters?" she questions. "I'm not sure how to explain it, but I guess that's what we can call them. From what I understood, they travel from planet to planet harvesting the power of Trigon's children…"
"Aren't they also Trigon's children?" Richard asks.
"They are…" she slowly says. "But they prey on the weaker siblings. They're cannibalistic, like lemon sharks in the womb. Draining each other of their dark powers and life force. They want to overthrow him. Take his seat. Be the new Trigon and do what he can't."
"Is there anything in particular that we should know about them?" he probes while storing all this information away to log and categorize for later. Right now, Rachel is just confirming things that the team already suspects.
"One of them is a prophesier…a master of visions" she whispers into the darkness. Richard watches her intently while he waits for her to continue, but then realizes that she's lost in her own memories.
"What did he show you?" he gently asks. He watches as Rachel brings her hands back up to cover her face and the pained expression underneath. Her body begins to shake at the effort it is taking to repress her strong emotions. Richard frowns at what he's seeing. What could the prophesier have shown his normally stoic love to upset her like this?
After a few minutes of waiting, Richard reaches over and gently pries one hand away from Rachel's face to reveal her tear stained cheeks. His frown deepens as he catches sight of her lips trapped between her teeth in an effort to stifle her sobs. The office chair creaks in relief as he shifts his weight off of it and onto the ledge of the bed. The mattress sinks beneath the pressure of one knee while he uses his other hand to uncover the rest of Rachel's face. Concern is evident in his blue-gray pupils as they look deeply into violet. Unshed tears well in her eyes and pull at his heart strings while the expression on her face tugs at his achy groin. So beautiful…
"What did he show you?" is repeated in a much kinder voice as he laces his fingers within hers. "Tell me, Rachel and I'll make sure it never happens."
A bitter laugh escapes her chapped lips in a puff. She shakes one of her hands out of his grasp and brings it up to stroke the side of his face. Her soft fingers tracing delicate lines across his brow, over the bridge of his nose and ghosts over his lips. There is something unreadable in her eyes and Richard isn't sure if it is lust, love or longing. He is hoping it's all three.
"He showed me…," she pauses and swallows. Richard's eyes naturally fall to the enticing column of her throat. "He showed me your death…"
"Hmmm…," Richard responds. He doesn't want to discredit what Rachel says she saw, but he can also name a half dozen fortune tellers who have predicted just as many bitter endings for him. Obviously none of that has come to pass, but in his line of work, a brutal death can't be ruled out.
Richard gently kisses the inside of Rachel's palm. "What if it's all a lie? He could have been showing you that vision to tap into your fear."
Rachel shakes her head which causes her hair to roll and spread across his pillow. "This was more powerful than that...you were wearing your Nightwing suit...and I was the one who…"
"...kills me," he finishes for her. Her eyes are wet again as she nods. He smiles softly to her because he's convinced that what the monster showed her was a fabricated vision and not a glimpse of their future. "I don't believe that you, of all people, would murder me. Everyone saw today's reveal of my new suit so I'm not surprised that he would use it in his vision. And. Harming the people you care about is one of your greatest fears. Maybe they were trying to make you give up your powers by making you think that you'd use it to kill me. I'm not buying it and you shouldn't either."
"Dick, I'm being serious," she says, "this wasn't some fantasy or pretend vision...it felt so real...I saw your face…"
Richard's lips stop her from finishing her retelling. His kiss is soft and reassuring as he drops more of his body weight onto her frame. He's careful not to press her too hard into the mattress...yet. "I understand what you're worried about, but I trust you with my life. I know that you wouldn't willingly hurt me, much less kill me, so I'm at ease."
He lays his head against her shoulder and takes a deep breath. Allowing the mixture of their scents to calm his nerves. "To be honest, Rachel. I'm more concerned about your 'brothers' killing you. You have no idea how I panicked when I lifted your limp body. Or how I almost forgot how to breath when Starfire was flying you back to the Tower. Or how...numb I felt watching you hooked up to those machines. Waiting for you to wake up."
"I'm sorry," she quietly says as she uses her free hand to stroke his hair. Their other hands are still entwined.
"Don't be," he whispers against her neck before firmly pressing his lips against it. "What happened to you is not your fault. You are not responsible for the actions of your father or your kin. Only your own."
A deep sigh escapes the emotionally wrung out young woman before she rolls over on her side and curls into a loose ball. Her back is facing Richard. "You know, Dick. Saying those things...it's nice to hear, but they don't absolve me of these sins."
He watches the tension in her back as she loses herself in her thoughts and emotions. His love doesn't have many sins to her name, but she most definitely has faults and he is witnessing one of them right now. He needs to get her out of her own head in order for her to relax and rest properly. So, he sneaks skillful fingers beneath the hemline of her lifted shirt. He feels her jump at the sensation of his large, warm hands gliding up her back. Kneading at stiff muscles as he goes. Mindful that the flesh is newly healed and still very tender.
"Relax," he gently commands. "Fretting will do you no good in this moment. There isn't much you can change in this exact moment nor in the shape that you're in. So relax and let me take care of you."
"Dick…wait," is whimpered from surprised lips and one small hand clasps his wrist but she doesn't actually stop him. "Let me rest."
Richard licks the nape of her neck before gently pressing his teeth against it. He is rewarded with a gasp and stifled moan. He smiles against her skin as he states, "If your mind is not at ease then we have to exhaust your body so that you can properly rest."
"What kind of bulls…" is mumbled before she releases a groan as his large hands tenderly squeeze her rib cage. Just below her breasts. Richard maneuvers them both so that she is still laying on her side, but resting in the crook of his elbow instead of on his hand. This position allows both of his hands to fondle his real prizes.
"Dick...wait," she repeats, but makes no move to stop him as he traces the underside of her breasts.
"I know," he quietly whispers into her ear before giving the outer shell a lick. The shudder that runs through her body brings a smile to his face. "I know that there are voices in your head that tell you the cruelest things. That makes your doubt yourself. Don't listen to them...listen to me."
Underneath his shirt, one of his questing hands cups a breast from beneath while the other traces a path from the underside towards her harden nipple. Her disappointed whimper when he circles around the sensitive bud instead of touching it is like music to his ears.
"You are a good person with strong desires," says as he continues to play with her breasts. "You deserve happiness and to be pleasured."
There is a soft moan as the fingers on both of his hands ghost over taunt nipples. He can tell by how hard they are that they must ache. "Are they tight, Rachel?"
She doesn't answer even though her lips are slightly parted. She's lightly panting as her heart races. One hand clutching the sheets for dear life while the other has a death grip on one of Richard's wrists. Never would either of them have thought that they would be laying in bed beside each other with Richard stroking her body quite like this. She squirms under the attention and salacious things he's whispering in her ear. Her constant movement brings her behind in contact with a growing bulge in Richard's lap. The same bulge she had assaulted earlier. All that fuss just to wind up entwined in his embrace...again.
Richard sinks his teeth into the base of her neck when she doesn't respond to his question. Her gasp of pain turns into a low moan of pleasure as his tongue laps at the damage. "Answer me, beloved. Are they tight?"
Her pride makes her want to stay quiet and deny him the satisfaction, but his touch becomes more demanding as he traps her overstimulated nipple between two of his rough fingers and pinches. She finally releases a breathless "yes" between pants and Richard chuckles in her ear.
"Turn around, Rachel," he commands as he begins shifting her again. "Let's make them tighter."
If you asked Rachel, in this moment, why she allowed him to manipulate her body like this, she wouldn't be able to answer. Maybe it's relinquishing control to someone else? The rush of trusting Richard with her exhausted body? Him always seeming to knowing the right things to say? The right things to do? All of the above? Richard doesn't know and neither does he care. She is compliant and giving which is more than he can ask for.
As she turns in his arms, Richard reaches down and hooks her left leg under his arm. The glint of silver charms do not go unnoticed in the dim light as he guides her toned leg to hang over his own propped up one. Effectively forcing one leg away from the other. She tries to pull back for modesty's sake, but his own body keeps hers in place. She would have to lift her leg over his own to get free, but Richard has no intention of letting her do that.
"Dick…" she calls as she tries to pull again.
"Hmm…" he absently answers as he playfully nibbles at her chest through his shirt. He smiles at her before leaning upwards and placing a kiss on her lips. Swiping his tongue over her abused bottom lip and taking advantage of the "oh" that escapes her mouth. His tongue is slowly twirling around hers as he tastes the mint of his toothpaste. One hand is tugging the hem of her shirt upwards to reveal a full breast. Rachel shivers as the cooler night air caresses her heated skin. Richard's mouth never leaves her own as he palms her flesh and tests the weight of what she's offering. He cups her with care as his thumb lazily swipes over her harden nipple. The first pass, she shudders. The second pass has her whimpering his name into his own mouth. The third pass had her trying to grind her core against his thigh.
Richard pulls away just long enough to catch his breath and to admire his love's panting and flushed face. He makes eye contact with her as he lowers his own face until he's leveled with her chest. One breast is still covered by his shirt while the other is in plain view. Standing at attention and craving a firmer touch than the feather light passing of his thumb. He smiles warmly at her, like he's not about to devour her.
"I want you to feel good," he says. The puff of his warm breath ghosts over her sensitive nipple causing Rachel to bury her fingers into his dark hair. Gripping almost painfully. He can feel the uncertainty in her hold. She's not sure if she wants to rip his head away from her aching flesh or push him closer to ease her need. So, Richard decides to make the choice for her. With his eyes still on hers, he uses the tip of his tongue to touch the tip of her nipple. He watches as Rachel's mouth falls open and her brows furrow as though she's in pain. He uses the broad side of his tongue to lap at the stiff nub and winces as Rachel's grip tightens on his hair. She releases a low moan from the base of her throat when he finally latches on to her breast and begins to gently suck. He takes a moment to appreciate the weight, taste and texture of the feast she's giving him before turning his attention to her other breast. With skilled ease, he releases her second mound from the confines of his shirt. There is a slight jiggle at the sudden movement and Richard is amused as he continues to taunt and tease what's in his mouth.
As he works, he's ever conscious of the heat pooling against his thigh. Rachel's subtle grinding lets him know that she's enjoying his touches. Her breathless moans answer questions he hadn't dared to ask himself until a few days ago. He always knew she would be a quiet moaner. Her responses to his touches are genuine. He smiles as he shifts his attention to nibble on her neglected nipple. She rewards him with a whimper and mumbles a series of "please" into the air.
Richard releases her abused flesh from his greedy mouth and lays his head between the valley of her breasts. He peers up at her as she tries to catch her breath. His eyes are trained on her face while hers are shut tight in an effort to regain her bearings. She barely notices his sneaky hand trailing lower and lower across her stomach and over her belly button. Richard rests a heavy hand against her navel and watches Rachel jump at the contact. Her eyes snap to his face that is still resting against her breasts. Skilled fingers that have been roughened by callouses trace loose circular patterns across her heated flesh. With each loop, his questing digits dip lower and lower towards the waistband of his boxers. He wasn't exactly asking her for permission, but he also didn't want to scare her.
The thin fabric of his boxers does nothing to dull the heat of her sex as four fingers curve downward to cup her. Richard applies firm pressure before dragging his fingers upwards and smile when Rachel's body quakes beneath him while a breathy gasp breaks the silence. The small hand that been clutching his bed sheets for dear life shoots down to wrap themselves around his wrist in a vice like grip. She's not physically strong enough to stop the movements of his fingers, so Richard pauses his quest. He wants to hear her excuses, but no words pass her lips. Her expression is baffled. As though she never thought this could happen or that this is happening. She gives her head a little shake but instantly regrets it when her headache just intensifies.
"Are you confused?" he inquires in a low, slightly amused voice. When she finally understands what he's asking, she nods her head.
"We shouldn't be doing this," she says before licking her dry lips. Her brow is contorted from confusion and pleasure.
Richard chuckles against her chest before lifting his upper body higher to press an affectionate kiss on her cheek.
"Why?" he asks with his lips hovering over her sensitive ear. The warmth of his breath ghosts over her skin and she shies away from the unfamiliar sensation. "You're not beholden to anyone and neither am I. Am I hurting you, Rachel?"
His question is followed by his playful fingers gliding against her slit. With each pass the fabric of his boxers absorbs the wetness beneath until it's plastered to her flesh. He notices the way her pale hand tightens around his wrist every time he passes a particular spot toward the top of her sex. He smiles when he realizes what he's found.
"...even so, Dick," Rachel tries to reason, "This is a bad idea. You're making things complicated…"
The rest of her statement dissolves into a low, throaty moan when Richard swirls his middle finger around his newly discovered treasure. The hand buried in his hair tightens as she shudders when he concentrates his attention on her swollen clit. He keeps the pressure of his fingertips firm while his speed is agonizingly slow. Her hand around his wrist is working more to keep his steady rather than push him away. Richard nuzzles her neck and breathes deep. The scent of her arousal overrides the smell of his soap which has him grinning wickedly against her neck.
He licks her once before saying, "You're the one making simple things complicated. We love each other. This is a fact. We work well together. This is another fact…"
Richard begins spreading kisses and licks across her skin while moving lower as he continues listing reasons, "You find me attractive. I know this is true. I find you stunning...and adorable…and intelligent...and a good fit for me…I'd do anything for you...keep you safe...make you happy..."
He's made his way back down to her heaving breasts and gently scrapes the growing stubble on his face against her sensitive nipples. He's rewarded with the sound of Rachel's moans as she pushes the back of her head into his pillow. He wraps his lips around one of her tight nubs and begins swirling his tongue. Making sure to match the pace and pressure with his fingers.
"Dick…" tumbles from her mouth as her own hips work to increase her pleasure. She's close.
"Dick," she breathlessly repeats, "...it's not enough…"
She bucks into his hand and he smiles at her before releasing her aching flesh and says, "I know...Tell me what you want me to do to you, Rachel."
He locks eyes with her and waits. Stilling the movement of his fingers makes her whimper. Her flushed features are breathtaking in the near darkness of his bedroom and Richard just wants to give them both what they crave, but he digs deep to find the resolve to tease. Rachel is still grinding against his uncooperative hand and she frowns when he doesn't give her what she wants. She pleads with him, "Don't make me beg, Dick…"
But you're begging right now. "I not asking you to beg, beloved," he says while grazing a knuckle against her covered clit, "I'm asking for instructions...tell me what you want…"
"Ha!" she shudders. "You were doing just fine just now…"
Richard pulls himself back up so that he's level with her face and repeats with a much more commanding tone, "Tell me what you want me to do to you, Rachel."
Her heart skipped a beat at the sudden change from playful to demanding. This tone carries a very different type of implication in such an intimate setting. Rachel is unable to make eye contact with him because she doesn't know how to while mumbling her answer. "Touch me, Dick."
Richard frowns and shifts the arm that Rachel has been laying on. This hand had been idly drawing lazy patterns across her neglected nipple. Now, it entwines itself in her violet locks and forces her head to face his. His voice is both playful and serious when he says "Look me in the eyes."
He watches her take a deep breath before complying. "Look me in the eyes and tell me what you want."
"I want…" she mumbles.
"Clearly," he demands.
"I want to cum…" she says in a whisper.
"Done."
The hand that had been dormant against her heated sex came alive with purpose. Before Rachel realizes what is happening, Richard snakes his hand through the slit in his boxers. Palm facing up. Fingers ready to work.
The gasp that escapes Rachel's mouth is met with an "oh" from him before his mouth splits into a Cheshire cat's smile. She is soaked. He stifles a groan as her wet warmth engulfs his probing middle finger. Her muscles instinctively tighten at something foreign inside her. He can't quite fit a second finger until she relaxes so he decides to use his thumb to find her clit.
"I wasn't expecting this, beloved," he mutters to her while trying to ignore the throbbing in his own crotch. He had been fine up until now, but instinct demanded he replace his fingers with something thicker. More fulfilling. The thought of how blissful it would be to slide himself into her has him clenching his jaws for dear life. Her rhythmic moaning to each thrust of his finger is music to his ears. The fingers that has been entwined in her hair tighten once again as he pulls her head back to he can have a clear view of her face. "I want to see you cum."
Rachel cries out as his thumb finds her clit and she begins bucking into his hand once again. The pair of birds have found their rhythm. She is clinging to his arm and bed sheet. Attempting to use the leg that is slung over his as leverage to meet his finger. Richard doesn't tell her when he slips in his middle finger, but she can definitely feel it. The shiver that racks her body encourages him to thrust deeper. Once. Twice.
"Ouch! That hurts," is a cry he was not expecting to hear. Pain wasn't what he was going for in this session. He quickly withdraws his hand and looks at it in bewilderment. Nothing he was doing should have caused her discomfort. His fingers were thoroughly coated in the proof of her enjoyment. It wasn't until he noticed that there was blood on the tips of his fingers that he realized what had happened.
"Rachel," he calls to her. She is breathing heavily with tears of frustration in her eyes. She still hasn't finished yet. "Rachel...are you a virgin?"
Her eyes dart away from his when she mumbles a shaky "yes" under her breath. A deep sigh is released as the tension in Richard's body gives way. A secret fear of his has been laid to rest with her admission. He chuckles and feels Rachel swat at his shoulder before muttering, "Don't laugh at me."
Richard leans over to catch her lips with his. One of his hands support the back of her head as he affectionately kisses her breathless. His tongue exploring her mouth before sliding sensually against hers. He marvels at how his love never seems to disappoint him.
"I'm not laughing at you," he says against her lips. "I'm just...in awe."
She snorts. "Of what?"
"This."
He holds up his hand that is glistening in the low light. Her arousal covers his digits and drips down across his palm. They both watch, one in amusement and the other in embarrassment, as Richard flexes his fingers apart and her wetness strings with it.
"This is all you," He whispers in her ear. "I'm sorry. If I had known you were a virgin I wouldn't have been so rough."
Rachel pushes his hand away. Her face is burning with embarrassment as she mumbles "It's ok…"
Richard kisses her cheek. "You didn't cum. I'll be more gentle this time."
"You don't have to, Dick," she begins but he cuts her off.
"I said I would," he reminds her. "I'm a man of my word."
Her eyes are trained on his face as his hand slips through the slit in his boxers again. Before she could look away, Richard locks his lips with hers. Trapping her in a passionate kiss as his slick fingers parted her welcoming lips. She moaned against his mouth, but he wouldn't let her go. He couldn't let her go. Something primal clicked in his brain at knowing that she's untouched. That that green beast didn't have his way with her. That she wasn't as experienced as he was dreading. He would be the first and only man to know what she feels like, tastes like, sounds like in the throes of ecstasy as he satisfies her. The throbbing in his groin has become annoyingly tight, but it's too soon to ask her to stroke him. Right now, he's only focused on her.
Right now, he's enjoying the feel of her squirming against him to gain more friction. The squelching sound of her wetness fills the air as her clit is trapped between his two fingers. Her breathy moans against his face lets him know he's doing it right as her hips begin to buck in time with his pace. He can tell that she's close to cumming on his hand.
"You're doing beautifully," he says with his eyes trained on her face. "I want to see what you look like when you cum...show me…"
Her breasts were bouncing in time to each movement of her hips. Nipples standing at attention. How he wished he had more hands to touch her with. Instead, Richard tightens the grip that he has on her hair when her thrusts become more erratic.
"That's right," he coaches in a low tone, "grind my fingers. Find what pleases you."
She whimpers his name as both her hands clutch his arm. He can feel the burning of his tired muscles, but he refuses to stop or slow down until she is done. "Dick...I'm close…"
"I know," he states in a strained voice. "Do what feels good. I'm just here to watch and admire. Show me…"
"Di…" she couldn't finish his name as her body tenses while her eyes flutter close. The sound of breaking bulbs is ignored in favor of the sight and sensations before him. He feels the tremors travel through her body and down to her core. Richard smiles like a predator as he slips his fingers inside her to appreciate the spasms that tighten with a wet, vice like grip around his digits. Oh, how glorious it would feel to have her quake like this on his cock. He'll make sure that she finds her release with him inside her. He'll be the only one she cums like this for. She was meant for him and he'll never let her go.
After a few heated breaths, he realizes that his bedroom has been plunged into total darkness.
*insert evil author laugh for the can of worms this chapter opened* This is definitely longer than what I usually write but I just didn't know where to cut it….so you get the whole thing! Anyway, I'm also working on two one-shots. One is definitely more lighthearted than the other. Hope you enjoyed!