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Chapter 47: Avoidance
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Author's Note: I have no words. I'm just lazy. And it's my birthday week, so let's celebrate it together with a long ass chapter. Enjoy!
Bold lips swallow a low groan as strong fingers tangle themselves in silky soft violet locks. Strong arms cage a surprisingly compliant body within its embrace as smaller hands curiously run themselves along his bulging biceps before wrapping around his neck. There is a sharp gasp as he slips a full lip into his mouth and nips it. A quite whimper when he runs his tongue along the abused flesh.
How did we get here?
48 Hours Ago
Richard feels a bit anxious as he watches Cyborg pierce Rachel's blue-green vein with a needle. He watches on in morbid fascination as her bright red blood flows from her arm and into a waiting vial. He is no stranger to blood, guts and gore, but he also knows that the devil is in the details. What are the odds that the metal man would run tests for narcotics while seeking out Rachel's DNA? Slim but never zero. How does he intervene without making himself seem suspicious?
Time to play the part of Boy Wonder.
Richard releases a deep sigh from his chest as he plops himself down on a stool positioned next to Rachel's chair. He wants to reach out to touch her but holds himself back. He gives her a small smile of reassurance but she doesn't meet his eyes. Choosing, instead, to concentrate on her friend's shiny bald head. He understood that she must be feeling confused by everything that has happened, but they can no longer deny their mutual attraction to one another. She had no problem meeting his eyes as she rode his fingers with passion, so why turn away now?
Richard shakes his head to chase way unnecessary thoughts. There are too many pieces to account for in this present moment. Too many things that can go wrong in a very short amount of time. He rubs the stubble on his chin before addressing Cyborg. "Do you want to divide and conquer the labor?"
"What do you mean?" the older man absentmindedly asks as he releases the tourniquet from the empath's arm.
"There's a lot that we need to break down and file away as evidence," Richard begins in his most rational voice. "Star will be back from patrolling the perimeter soon and I know Rachel is more than ready to get her hands on the inscription that you found after she reinforces the protection spells. That leaves analyzing the ripped cloth and setting up the machine for the blood work. Which would you rather work on?"
While it is a gamble to give the other man a choice, it is necessary. He has learned that people respond better to commands when they think it was their idea.
"The ripped cloth is the least of our concerns," Rachel offers. "We know where it came from. The blood work should be our main priority."
"I agree," Richard chimes in. Nodding at the opening that his beloved just unwittingly gave him. "We need to confirm that these brutes are related to Rachel. I would try to extract the DNA from the sample you found at the scene of the attack, but I don't think I'm skilled enough for that."
"Yes," Cyborg mumbles as he shakes the vial of fresh blood, "It would take longer to pull the necessary DNA strains from a contaminated sample…"
"And you need some rest," Richard adds in as the metal man rubs at his eye. It's been a longer than expected day for everyone. "I can process Rachel's blood work while you sleep and prep the other sample by the time you wake up."
He watches the older man take a deep breath before letting it out of his nose. "Yea...that makes sense. I don't need a long nap, just long enough to clear the fogginess in my head."
Richard could sing his relief at the feel of the cool vial being placed in his hands. He glances over at Rachel to see her peering up at him through her lashes. Deep in thought as her eyes dart from his hand to his face before looking away. There appears to be something disturbing her. Well, truth be told, many disturbing things have happened recently so that should be no surprise. It was then an idea dawned on him.
"Rachel," Richard gently calls as he attempts to lock eyes with her again, "Are your powers back?"
She frowns as she brings her hands up to flex her fingers. Dark tendrils of demonic power wrap around her hand before evaporating like smoke. She sighs before saying, "Not quite. The emotions in this room are...tickling at my consciousness, but I can't read them as easily as I did before."
"Hmm...you're still recovering so you'll have to give it some time," the metal man says as he heads towards the door. "In the meantime, we need to be extra careful with you. You need more rest and mediation to regain what you've lost today."
"I agree," Richard chimes in. "I'll walk you back to your room."
Present
Richard can feel his anger swelling and subsiding with each thought that crosses his disjointed mind. He reminds himself to not be fooled by her compliance. Or by the way her hands are raking through his hair: from scalp to tip. She tugs in an attempt to break their kiss in order to get a decent breath into her lungs.
He does not listen. She has made him wait too long.
He angles her head back for better access as he slips his tongue deeper into her mouth. There was nothing loving or kind in this kiss. This is a display of dominance as he forces her head to tilt at an uncomfortable incline to meet his demand. By the time this night is over, she will know the way he tastes. The way he feels. The way he sounds. Their last encounter was focused on his learning and her pleasure. He needed to know her sweet spots. What made her moan. Whimper. Cry. How to touch and stroke her into a fired frenzy. The glorious sight of her first orgasm on his fingers had been burned into his memory until the day he dies.
It is an experience that's worth repeating…
Richard finally releases his hold on her mouth so that he can reposition her against the wall. His young virgin is struggling to catch her breath as he hooks both of his hands under her thighs before hauling them around his waist.
"Dick," she whispers through her heavy breathing, "slow down."
He frowns at her as he drops her lower so that her body is pinned between the cold wall of the hallway and his heat. His voice is strained as he demands through gritted teeth, "Why?"
"We're in the middle of the hallway! What if someone sees us?" she breathes with a dazed and slightly confused look in her eyes. Both of her hands come to rest against the hard expanse of his chest. Slender fingers flex against the feel of stiff muscles twitching under his shirt.
A rueful smile pulls at Richard's lips before he aggressively bucks his hips against her. A gasp escapes Rachel's bruised mouth as her hands shoot to his shoulders for a better grip. He hooks his arms behind her knees and pushes them apart for better access. Without saying at word, he aligns the bulge straining the fabric of his soft pajama pants against her pulsing core. The thin fabric of Starfire's sleeping shorts does nothing to hide the heat of her arousal. Richard's pride is satisfied when the sound of her stifled moan hits his ears as he slowly grinds against her.
"That's not what I'm asking and you know it," he asks as he bares down on the growing wet spot between her legs. "Why are you letting me do these things to you?"
"You want to do these things to me," she gasps as she shudders from the friction.
40 Hours Ago
Richard is the last one to begrudge anyone a good night's sleep. It's important to one's health and ability to preform their necessary tasks, so imagine his surprise when he sees that Rachel isn't in her room getting her much needed rest.
He stands in the doorway of the darken room and peers around the organized clutter. Deep navy and rich purples are Rachel's accent of choice. It suits her. He understands every nook and cranky of this room. The reason why the bed is situated in the northeastern corner. Why she insists on not having an open space beneath the bed frame. The prayer circle that is haphazardly covered by a rug in her meditation corner. The need to have her comfort books resting on the bookshelf he installed by her bedside.
Oh what an adventure that was! He had challenged a young Rachel to install the shelf without using her powers. He was curious about what she could manually do. How coordinated her limbs were. He quickly learned that she was functionally helpless. Her arms could barely hold up the plastic shelf long enough to screw it in the wall. It was then that he decided that she needed more strength, coordination and dexterity training. He couldn't help her with the magic element, but he definitely knew a thing or two about how to train the human body.
Needless to say, she was not a happy bird when he stepped in and took over. Soft, round cheeks were colored a deep red from embarrassment when he told her he would help. She didn't even say thank you when he caught the falling shelf before it landed on her toes. However, he was glad to see that she was mature enough to put her pride away when he offered some advice on finding the studs in the wall. She even smiled a little when she felt the screw hit wood.
Richard steps further into the room and allows the door to swing close behind him. The soft click lets him know that he's alone in the most private sanctuary of his beloved woman. He takes a deep breath. Feeling his chest stretch and expand as he breathes her air. The room smells like her. The air even tastes like her. A sudden wave of unexpected loneliness hits him.
So much has changed even though this room has stayed the same.
The lonely young man spies a navy cloak resting on the back of a rarely used chair near her desk. Rachel prefers to hover when deep in thought or doing research, so more often than not, she uses it like an old clothing rack. He knows that this isn't the same cloak she wore when she was attacked. That piece of cloth was severely damaged in the scuffle. What caught his attention was how old it looked.
Richard gingerly picks it up and shakes it out before murmuring to himself, "Oh! Is this the original?"
The cloak is entirely too short to fit adult Rachel. It would more than likely hit her right above the knees. There's a good chance that the shoulders wouldn't fit either. While his love is a slender woman, she is not as small as she was as a child. His keen eyes can tell that this garment has seen better days. While not ripped or torn, it is definitely discolored in various spots and places where the fabric has worn thin.
"Why would she dig this out of storage?" he wonders out loud. "If anything, it should be permanently retired."
He gives the old thing a good once over again before flipping it over to assess the inside. There his eyes are met with red thread that pulse when he runs his pointer finger over it. A frown of confusion mars his handsome features as he attempts to read the runes that are haphazardly stitched into the inside of the cloak. It is difficult to make out what is written until he spies the parchment on Rachel's desk. He cocks his head to the side as his brain tries to understand. It appears as though his love weaved a protection spell within her old cloak.
Protection spells are all well and good. If they provide her with a sense of comfort in these uncertain times, then Richard completely understood. What he couldn't wrap his head around was why she would do it in such an old garment when there is a closet full of functioning capes that would fit her. Wouldn't it make better sense to embed those spells there? Wouldn't it make even better sense to weave them into her leotards? It's the closest material to her body.
Something isn't quite adding up, but Richard couldn't put his finger on what it was. He only knew that his detective senses were tingling. He's seen this symbol somewhere before. Richard stares at the piece of paper for several minutes as he racks his brain to place the image before his eyes snap to the bookshelf by Rachel's bed.
Within two steps, his long legs make it across the room and his fingers are tracing the bindings of the books. He's by no means a fluent reader, but he can pick at words. Eventually, he finds the book that he's looking for. He casually opens to the second page of the text and shakes his head as a small smile pulls at his lips.
Adorable.
Rachel has transcribed a protection spell from a book of nursery tales from Azarath.
Present
"I want you, to want me, to do these things to you," he replies as he leans down to rest his head on her shoulder. He doesn't know how to read her anymore. One minute she's so cold that she won't look him in the eye and then the next, she'll let him explore her body in the middle of a hallway.
This emotional roller coaster is exhausting.
"Do you want to do these things with me?" Richard whispers against the sensitive skin of her neck. A shiver runs through Rachel's body at both the sensation and the implications of that question. He can feel her chest rising and falling as she thinks about his question.
The young woman is silent as his strong hands continue to caress her body. He keeps his hands above her clothes as he grows impatient at waiting for a response. He has to marvel at the power that one person can have over him like this. Never in his life has he felt so powerless in the face of someone else's decision since the death of his parents.
Richard feels his annoyance grow and nips at her neck in punishment. "You're not going to answer me?"
Rachel's delicate whimper morphs into a moan as he runs his tongue along the abused flesh in an apology. He wraps his lips against the bit mark and begins to gently suck at the injury.
"I..I," she stutters above his shoulder. "I...want you to love me, Dick."
"Don't you know?" he asks, slightly dumbfounded. "I already do. Everything I have been doing and will continue to do is all for you."
"That's the problem," she counters as she cups his face in her hands. "Loving me will hurt you in the end. There is no happy ending to this. I can't bring you happiness...just disaster."
Richard feels a grimace tugging at his lips as blue-grey locks onto violet. He affectionately pecks her swollen lips before shifting her against the wall so that his grip is more secure. As brave as his woman is, she is such a coward in the face of love.
"What a convenient excuse you've latched on to," he whispers between them. Rachel can't meet his eyes but she opens her mouth to counter. Richard cuts her off before she can say anything. "Take that one off the table. You can't see the future. We both know that you're projecting your fears because it's safer to self-sabotage and then pat yourself on the back for 'knowing better.'"
"This will cost us…everything we know." Violet eyes flutter close as the worse case scenarios flash through her tired mind. "I don't want to lose the good things that we have."
Richard pulls her closer so that they are chest to chest. Rachel's legs wrap around his hips more tightly than before as dark thoughts cause her heart to beat even faster. She's holding on to him as though he might disappear and she'll realize that this was all just a dream. A hope and a desire that could only exist within the deepest, darkest recesses of her mind. Oh, the pain she would feel if this wasn't real.
He could feel the tension in her body vibrating throughout her limbs. Richard places a gentle kiss on her forehead and says, "Stop thinking in terms of loss... Yes, things will change, but that doesn't mean you'll lose everything. You've got me. You'll always have me."
And that's all you'll ever need. Just me. What more could you possibly want?
"Tell me what you're feeling, beloved," Richard gently demands.
"I'm...worried," Rachel confesses and her hands grip his shoulders. "I'm worried that I won't live up to your expectations...that I'm not the person you think I am. I'm can't…"
"Is that why you've been running from me?" he asks.
24 Hours Ago
"Ah! Hello Dick," is the awkward greeting that hits his ears as he sees Rachel stepping out of the elevator. She's wearing her leotard and standard cape. Looking as though she's ready to rumble at the drop of a dime.
"Hello Rachel," he answers in amusement as he lowers his head to peek under her hood. She rarely wears it up in the Tower. "How are you feeling today?"
"I'm better," she says, but doesn't attempt to meet his eyes. "How has the blood work been going?"
"I've extracted your DNA and Cy is working on the blood sample from the attack," he responds matter of factly. Richard is almost amused by the business like quality of this interaction. It's the first time they've been alone since she used his tub and slept in his bed. It wasn't lost on him how determined their other teammates were at staying by her side while she recovered. It was almost as though they were afraid to leave her alone. Not that he could blame them. If he could stay with her 24/7 he would have most definitely done so, but he couldn't tell if they were more concerned that her brothers would find her or if they were trying to keep him at bay.
"How is the translation for the inscription that was found coming along?" Richard inquires with genuine curiosity. From what little he could make out, there was nothing good written on that thing. Those madmen were certainly interested in using Rachel's body as a portal for their good for nothing father to walk through.
"Um...it's taking long...longer than I thought it would," she stutters. He's rarely ever heard his love fumble her words. She's a woman of confidence when it comes to academics, so why is she uncomfortable now? Since when did she feel the need to keep secrets from him?
"Hmm… I'm surprised," he counters as his hand slowly reaches for her hood. "I can barely read the language of Azarath, but I was able to pick out a few words. I'm surprised that you haven't been able to translate it yet. Do you need some help?"
"I believe that friend Raven is capable of translating it herself, Robin...er Nightwing."
Starfire's voice takes him by surprise and halts his hand just before he could touch Rachel's hood. His love takes one step back from him in order to create more distance between them and Richard can feel his playful mood dissipate. What timing. Could he not have more than a few minutes alone with Rachel? Besides wanting to be around her, he has so many questions running through his mind that only she can answer.
"Oh! I know she can, Star, but sometimes two heads are better than one," Richard retorts as he turns to face the resident princess.
"It might be better if she works with a master of languages," Star states before turning to face Rachel. "I was just talking to Beastboy. He said that linguist from the other Titan team has some free time later. He's willing to call you and lend his assistance."
"Does he know Azarath well?" inquires the empath.
Starfire shrugs her shoulders and points in the direction of her bedroom. "You can ask BB yourself. He's still on the communicator in my room."
A surprise expression crosses Rachel's face before her violet orbs glance his way. Richard can't read her expression, but he can tell that she's interested in speaking to the exiled changeling.
"We'll talk later, Dick."
Two pairs of eyes watch as she hurries down the hallway. It was strange to not see her hovering about the place. A frown pulls at Richard's lips as he mumbles, "How long will it take to replenish her powers?"
"She just used most of what she replenished fortifying the Tower's protection spells," answers a worried Star. "She can use her powers for little things, but she's definitely not ready for a fight."
"Is that why you've been sticking to her like glue?" Richard asks.
Large emerald eyes meet blue-grey. "It's not the only reason…"
"Where did she sleep last night?" The end in his voice didn't go unnoticed by the princess.
"With me."
Present
"Why don't you trust me?" Richard asks the distraught young woman pinned between the wall and his muscular body.
"I do trust you," she replies in earnest as her hands squeeze his shoulders and gives it a little shake.
"Then why don't you trust yourself?" he asks. Rachel chokes back a sob as a tear leaks out the side of her right eye. All of this resistance to a good thing is coming from her own inability to accept that she deserves it. A sudden flash of sympathy strikes Richard's heart. He leans forward and licks the tear off of her cheek. Savoring the taste of salt on the tip of his tongue. Her whimper at the sensation just fuels his desire to crack her open and consume her whole. He gently sinks his teeth into the tender flesh where her throat meets her neck. Her frantic heartbeat pulsing against his curious tongue as her body rocks against his. Seeking friction.
This is why she needed him. She can't be honest with herself. Her own wants and needs. She buries her desires like a dirty secret no one should know about. That should only be explored in dark corners.
This is why she needs him. The only man she can be honest with. A man who has taken the time to know her. Learn her. Willing to unearth those dormant feelings and nourish them. Water them with his own passions until they grow into something beautifully wild. Carnal. Primitive. Just for him. There is no one else who can do this for her. To her.
He could not be replaced.
Then, there is no reason to reign himself in. Richard already knew the answer to the question he asked. Since she wouldn't be verbally honest with him, he'll force a reply from her body.
The sound of popping buttons mix in with the sound of low moaning and sucking. There is a muffled cry as cool air caresses warm flesh before the heat of a large palm cups her exposed breast. A callous thumb glides across a harden nipple before flicking it. Rachel hisses his name into the open space of the dark hallway. Richard couldn't tell if it was a prayer or a curse. He doesn't care as long as it's his name.
He unlatches from her neck when slender fingers grab the wrist of his exploring hand, but doesn't attempt to stop him. A smile pulls at his lips when Rachel pushes against his palm. Enjoying the feeling of his touch.
"Open your eyes," he gently commands. "I want you to look."
Violet eyes flutter open before dropping down to her exposed chest. She quickly glances away as though she can not believe what she's seeing. She flushes a deeper shade of pink when Richard traps her nipple between the tips of his pointer and middle fingers.
"For such a tough girl exterior, you're actually very sensitive," he tells her as he rolls the erect bud between his fingers. "Don't turn away, Rachel. We're both going to learn more about your body tonight."
Richard's other hand, which had been wrapped around Rachel's back, finds it's way into her hair. Strong fingers entwine with soft strains. Forcing her head to angle down so that she can see what he's doing to her body. Richard leans down so that his forehead is resting against hers as they both watch his finger trace patterns between the valley of her heaving breasts. The callouses on his pointer finger heightens her sensitivity as it circles around a neglected nipple before gently pressing it in. Richard tightens his hold on her when a shiver accompanies a tiny "oh!" from swollen lips.
"I know you have a difficult time being honest with me...and with yourself," he says. The bass in his voice rumbles in the space between them as one finger turns into two. "But I've found that you respond best when I talk you through things."
Richard releases his hold on her hair and drags his hand across her cheek, down her neck, along her collarbone before tracing the outside curve of an exposed breast. The birds are still resting their heads against each other as they watch Richard play with Rachel's willing flesh. Violet watches on in a lust fused trance while blue gray is stroking his own ego as much as the supple skin before him.
"I don't think you realize how beautifully you respond when I touch you," he tells her as he cups both of her breasts in his hands. He gently massages them as he grinds his barely contained erection against her very wet core. She moans as he continues to rock against her while testing the weight of her breasts. His thumbs gently gliding against the painfully hard nipples.
"You see," Richard whispers. "Just like this. So much honesty within your reactions."
Rachel's hand shoots up to cover Richard's mouth in an effort to silence him, but she gasps when he slips her fingers into his mouth. Coating two digits with his saliva. He's determined to leave her a mess...just like last time.
30 minutes ago
Patience is a virtue.
At least that's what he tells himself as he all but stalks his way to his bedroom. He may look calm on the surface, but he's seething on the inside. He hasn't had a real conversation with Rachel in days. He's seen her in passing. She'd murmur a quick "hi" or "goodbye" while claiming that there is something super important for her to do. He thought the initial awkwardness would have faded by now, but it seems as though she wants nothing to do with him.
Richard groans as he rolls his tense shoulders back. His solo training session matched the intensity of his convoluted thoughts. It was rough and chaotic. Very unlike what he normally does. His mind would not rest and his heart isn't at peace.
The agitated young man rakes his sweaty fingers through his dirty hair before ripping his shirt off and throwing it on the floor. He huffs in annoyance as he hauls his pants down and kicks them to the side. Almost everything is getting on his nerves. Normally, he would deposit his dirty clothes in the dedicated hamper in an organized and orderly fashion, but tonight, he just couldn't be bothered. He doesn't even look back at the mess he left behind as he heads to his bathroom.
He bursts into the wooden room and glances around. Richard's heart pounds in his chest as he remembers how Rachel was at his mercy. His eyes gaze longingly at the bathtub where his love chose to kiss him first. Where she sealed both of their fates by confirming the feelings he already knew she had for him. Oh, if he could go back to that moment, he wouldn't have held himself back. Richard is convinced that he should not have been so gentlemanly while she was quivering in his arms.
If he had acted on his true desires, would he be feeling as lonely as he does now? He's grown so used to her presence that not having her at his beck and call makes him realize how much he misses her.
He decides that he's not in the mood for a soak and that a quick shower is what he needed. He steps into the small walk-in shower tucked into the corner of his bathroom. A shiver runs through his overheated body as the cool water washes down his head, back, arms and legs. A tired sigh leaves his lips as he picks up a loofah sponge and begins scrubbing the dirt and sweat off his body. His figure goes still when his keen ears pick up the sound of movement coming from his bedroom. He couldn't tell who was there, but his senses told him that someone else is in his space.
What if it's Rachel?
Without a second thought, Richard tears himself out of the shower with her name on his lips. The sound of his wet feet could be heard slapping against the cold floor as he made his way to the door separating the bathroom from the bedroom. He almost rips the offending thing off its hinges when he yanks it open. His eyes catch a glimpse of violet as the door leading to the hallway swings shut.
Richard clears the space in three strides before hauling his bedroom door open. He is greeted with the sight of an empty hallway. He is breathing heavy as his unclothed figure steps over the threshold while peering in both directions.
Did she just disappear? Are her powers back? Or is she just running from the obsessed naked man determined to pursue her?
Richard takes a deep breath and lets it out with a sigh. "Don't be a coward, Rachel. If you're here, then show yourself. I won't bite."
Nothing. There is no response. No figure emerged from the shadows. No one to shriek or blush at his nakedness.
Richard shakes his head before stepping back into his rooms to finish his shower when the clothes on the bed catches his eye. There, the shirt and boxers that he had lent to Rachel after her bath, lays perfectly laundered and folded in just the way he likes it. Richard's wet fingers brushes against the soft fabric to confirm what he's seeing. A small smile pulls at his lips before he notices that his dirty clothes are no longer on the floor, but in his hamper...where his prefers it.
The corners of his mouth pulls his lips wider into something more smug...more sinister.
"You keep running," he murmurs in the empty space. "It makes me want to chase you even more."
But where would she go to hide?
Richard glances at the clock on his desk and realizes how late it actually is. If she's anywhere, then she's retreated back to her bedroom.
"Where did she sleep last night?"
"With me."
He stares off into the distance as he recalls what Starfire said to him earlier. His love has taken to sleeping with another woman instead of in his arms. He doesn't believe that she feels safer there than she would with him. No...that can't be true. Besides, it's time to bring her back to where she belongs.
The thought of hauling Rachel's soft body back to his bed causes his cock to violently twitch with anticipation.
He doesn't bother with underwear as he pulls on some pajama pants and the clean t-shirt Rachel just dropped on his bed.
Richard slow walks on silent feet down the hallways until he is standing in front of Starfire's door. He causally leans against the wall facing the door and waits. He doesn't try to hide his emotions. He wants her feel his anger, frustration, lust, fear, guilt, loneliness, love, longing. Anything. Everything. Richard doesn't attempt to hold on to any singular feeling. He lets the tidal waves roll through him as he waits for her.
I know you can feel me here, Rachel, he thinks as he waits. How long will she last before the pressure of his presence force her out of hiding?
Finally, the soft click of the handle opening alerts him that his wait is over. Rachel quietly steps into the hallway and leans against the closed door behind her. She doesn't bring her eyes to meet his, but his gaze is heavy as he takes her in. She stands before him clad in a purple, silk pajama set. The pants of the sleep set are so short that they might as well be considered panties. The material of the top is thin enough that Richard's hungry eyes can clearly see the outlines of Rachel's nipples against the fabric. These are obviously Starfire's clothes.
Seeing her standing there in someone else's attire stokes the fires of anger and lust within him.
The serene smile on Richard's face is undercut by the edge in his voice and his raging emotions.
"Hello coward."
Present
Richard releases Rachel's saliva coated fingers from his mouth with a slight pop. His forehead is still resting against hers as one of his hands tug at the waistband of her shorts. Hooking a finger in between the stretchy material and her heated flesh, he pulls the cloth away from her body before dragging it as low as it can go while still trapped between their bodies.
"Play," is his gentle command to the breathless woman who is trying to make sense of her world.
"What?" she whispers.
"Play with yourself," he demands as he pulls the offending fabric taunt. The soft sound of tearing thread can be heard just under the pair's heavy breathing.
"Play," he repeats, "or I rip it."
"You can't! These aren't mine…" is the frantic reply.
"I. Don't. Care." he bites back. "I want you...to play for me."
There is a heavy pause as the young woman processes what is being asked of her. Both birds watch as slender fingers that are covered in Richard's spit slip into the space between them. Violet eyes flutter close as her own familiar fingers expertly massage the sweet spots only they know. Blue-gray hungrily devours the sight of pale fingers teasingly running along the soaked slit of her womanhood. Sharp ears are recording the sound of her labored breathing and low moans.
"Open your eyes, Rachel," he instructs. His voice is tight as he attempts to maintain some self-restraint. Seeing his love like this just makes him want to fill the ache that she feels. Put them both out of their misery by fucking her senseless in the hallway in front of a comrade's door.
"Look at how wet you are," Richard purrs into her ear before locking his gaze on to her face. Her plump lip is caught between her teeth in an effort to stifle her own moans. Her brows are furrowed as she concentrates on pleasing herself. She watches her fingers furiously work to bring her release. There is a thin sheen of sweat glistening on her face.
"Can you hear it?" he asks with a smug smirk on his face as the sound of her slickness fills the hallway. Who else would have the power to make such as reserved woman like Rachel this lewd on a whim?
Seducing her like this wasn't originally part of the plan when he had stormed his way down here. He had wanted to confront her about avoiding him and talk to her about the change in their relationship. Guide her to the correct response that would be best for them and their future. Somewhere along the way, his ego got the best of him. Seeing Rachel hesitate to approach him in the dark hallway irked his sensibilities. He found himself becoming impatient with the silence between them, even after calling her a coward. She made no move to deny it which just annoyed him even more.
"You know," Richard coos into her ear while moving his strong hands to the inside of her thighs before gripping them from the bottom. "I want a better view."
"Hmm?" the confused hum tickles his ear before he hoists her weight higher so that he can comfortably sit her bent knees over his shoulders. Rachel quickly stifles her own gasp of surprise because she doesn't want to wake anyone. Her hands painfully bury themselves in his hair when he nuzzles her soaked shorts before playfully nibbling at the fabric.
She hisses his name before whimpering at the sensation of his nose rubbing against her clothed sensitive sex. Richard can hear her barely containing another cry of pleasure when he hooks his thumb into the damp cloth and hauls it to the side. Exposing her dripping core to his hunger gaze and warm breath. She shivers while attempting to shove his head closer, but he doesn't budge.
"Play," is the gruff command groaned from between her thighs.
Shocked violet locks onto serious blue-grey and Rachel's mouth falls open into a surprised O.
"Show me," is the second demand that puts a shaking hand into motion. Richard drops his gaze to follow the slender hand with slick fingers. He studies the way cautious digits slip between her folds before dragging the slickness to coat her clit. Blue-grey eyes are hypnotized by the sight of Rachel's swirling fingers as she plays with herself. She keeps the pressure light because she's in no hurry to climax. The sight of Richard's attentive gaze excites her to the point of dripping.
Rachel releases a low, guttural moan at the sensation of Richard's warm breath brushing against her sensitive folds. His nostrils flare while he licks his chapped lips in anticipation. He looks like a starved predator in the darkness of the hallway.
"This is how you like it?" he inquires before placing an affectionate kiss on the inside of her thigh. A whimper is his answer and he smiles. He boldly studies her face, but Rachel wouldn't meet his eyes out of embarrassment.
"Look at me, beloved," he demands. There is a slight hesitation before violet locks on to his face. "Look away again and I'll stop."
With his eyes still trained on her face, Richard places his lips against her heated flesh. His ears were greeted with a strangled cry of his name and the tightening of Rachel's thighs around his head. The smug smile stretched across Richard's mouth is only interrupted by the flick of his tongue against her folds. He relishes in her surprised jump and the expression of ecstasy contouring her pretty face. She whimpers as his tongue follows the path of her fingers. Gliding between her folds before brushing against her finger resting against her clit.
Richard mimics the motion of her playing with herself and watches as her eyes flutter close. Her head rests against the wall as her back arches off of it to force his head closer to her aching core. He humors her for a bit before pulling his lips away. He smiles when she groans in disapproval, but wouldn't budge when she tries to push his head closer.
"Eyes on me or I leave you like this," his voice is affectionate but stern. He wanted her to know who's pleasuring her. Rachel's swollen bottom lip is trapped between her teeth as she forces her eyes to look at him. Both birds peer into each other's soul before Richard licks his lips. "Perfect."
He doesn't take his eyes off of her as he moves his head closer. The tip of his broad tongue brushes against her sensitive bud and a shiver ripples through Rachel's body. He gingerly latches on to her clit and swirls his tongue around it while gently sucking. The quiet moans filling the hallway, painful tugging on his hair and furrowed brows tell him that she's enjoying it. He can feel her slickness running down his chin as he relishes the taste of his woman with his mouth.
When he feels her beginning to buck against his face, he knew she was close. Violet and blue-grey never break as Rachel shamelessly climaxes on his face. There is a stifled cry of his name as he rides out her orgasm with his tongue pressed against her clit. Not that he had a choice. He was securely trapped between her thighs. But he's not complaining.
When her spasms subside, Richard lets Rachel's limp body slide down the wall until she's sitting on the floor. She is breathless and looks up at him with tears in her eyes. He cups her cheek in his right hand and swipes some of the drool off of her chin. He whispers, "Beautiful."
Richard huffs when she bashfully shifts her gaze elsewhere. Her shyness is adorable in its own way but has no place here after what they just did. His thoughts are interrupted when a curious hand rests on the dully throbbing bulge in his pants. He groans as he lets her explore him above his cloths. Soft hands gently squeeze his shaft. Experimenting with pressure. She jumps and lets go of him when she feels his cock twitch at her touch. Her surprised eyes dart up to meet his as she asks, "Does it hurt?"
"It aches," is his honest answer.
"Oh," is her dazed reply. Her bruised lips part into an O. Practically inviting him to use her mouth to ease his own needs. It took every ounce of will power he had to stop her hands from pulling at the waistband of his pants.
"Not here," he coos. "This is a can of worms we shouldn't open out in the open."
A breathy laugh leaves supple lips before Rachel retorts. "You'll bury your head between my legs in this hallway, but won't let me do the same?"
"Oh, I'm more than willing to let you enjoy yourself, but it'll take longer for me to cum," he laughs. "We'll definitely get caught."
"Are…," Rachel says in disbelief, "Are you implying that I lack skill?"
The sight of an insulted Rachel sparked something playful in Richard's heart. He swoops down and grabs her jaw before locking lips with her. He forces his tongue into her mouth and glides it against her own. Allowing her to savor the flavor of herself. He was waiting to see what she'd do with this kiss and when she didn't take the bait, he broke away. He murmurs against her lips, "Yes. Your kiss implies inexperience."
The lights in the hallway begin to flicker and Richard chuckles. "Don't be upset."
"That wasn't me…" Rachel says as she pulls away from him and peers up at the ceiling with a frown on her face.
"What do you mean...?" the rest of Richard's question is cut off by the rumbling of the Tower's foundation.
I was experimenting with narrative style here. Not sure if it worked or not, I just know that this chapter is exceedingly long, and I can't tell if these two are making progress or not. What do you think?