White Sands Ch. 4
Davy's Dream
"Jesus Christ, your crying? Really? I mean look at me what woman wouldn't want to fuck me?" Tossing the plate into the wall, chuckling as she flinched at the noise.
Wiping the tears from her eyes, Davy could feel her heart breaking into a million pieces, but she couldn't afford to lose control. Gripping the side of her table, Davy could feel the heat coming from her hands and as pissed and hurt as she was, she wasn't going to let herself lose control.
Clearing her throat, Davy could feel her lip starting to shake. "I don't know Will, I guess I expected you to keep your dick in your pants, or at least be man enough to end it with me before you fucked someone else." Using the napkin that was within her reach, Davy wiped the tears that were still sliding down her face. "You didn't have to cheat on me, you could have just fucking dumped me." Cringing at the sound of her own voice.
Taking a step towards her, Will couldn't help but chuckle. "I am more than man enough." Kicking out the chair next to her, Will knelt in front of her, desperate to see the pain in her eyes. "From the moment I fucked you, I was fucking at least 3 other women." Reaching towards her, snorting when she flinched back, "You were just the one that cooked the best." Standing up, Will watched as her bottom lip quivered. "So, you can either get over this or I'm out, either way there is always a warm pussy to dive into."
Clenching her fist, Davy was on the edge of being engulfed in flames, but it was the thought of having her father explain to the little village that she was fucking monster that kept her calm enough. "GET THE FUCK OUT. NOW." She growled.
Laughing, Will just shook his head, "You'll call me." Heading out the door, Will looked over his shoulder, "Good luck trying to find someone who wants to put up with a shut in." Slamming the door, Will walked towards his truck, knowing that Lucy would up for a quickie before he met up with the boys for surfing.
The moment the door slammed shut, Davy could feel the heat from her body, and she knew if she didn't get out of her dad's house, she'd end up burning the thing down. Wiping her eyes, gasping at the sight of her hand now completely engulfed in blue flames, "No, no no…."
Jumping up, she darted out the back door, desperate to get to the falls, but no matter how fast she ran the flames started to move over her body. Panic filled her veins, as she ran through the forest, Davy knew that if it wasn't raining as hard as it was, she would have set the island aflame. Even with her heart breaking the last thing that she wanted to do was burn down the island, she couldn't handle the guilt of hurting innocent people because her now ex-boyfriend was a douche.
Hearing the falls, Davy pushed herself a little hard knowing that submerging herself would be the only thing that would be able to contain the blast. Without stopping when she made it to the edge of the small cliff, Davy jumped in feet first letting her body sink to the bottom.
Feeling her feet hit the bottom of the lakebed, Davy heard the water around her starting to boil, closing her eyes, screaming out as the energy left her body.
The sound of water exploding had John slamming on his breaks, his eyes searching his property for the source of the noise, inhaling at the sight of water shooting straight up into the sky. "Oh Davy."
End Dream
Gasping as she sat up in bed, Davy practically jumped out of bed and raced towards her bathroom. Rushing into the shower, Davy flung herself against the tile wall, grateful that the water here was so much colder than it was on Kauai.
Davy wrapped her arms around herself and cried. Even after 3 years, the pain of realizing that she was just a piece of ass to a man that she thought she could have married. Perhaps the only saving grace about the whole thing is that she found out what kind of man he was before she told him her truth. Turning her eyes towards the shower head, thankful that the cascading water was hiding her tears, but she couldn't help but hate herself for still letting William get to her.
"Damn it." Lifting her knees to her chest, Davy gently rocked herself back and forth wanting to do everything she could to get herself under control. After several deep breaths, Davy could finally feel her body temperature lowering, "thank God." She whispered in the room.
Not wanting to move from under the water just yet, Davy let the cold water continue to rush over her body. Resting her head on her knees, Davy swore to herself that she needed to keep herself protected not only from her memories but from another man again.
But as that thought passed through her mind, she knew that the time she would need to stop spending time with Arthur. Especially after yesterday, seeing the softer side of him and getting the opportunity to swim with wild Orcas, it was too easy to get too comfortable. But it surprised her that she immediately thought of Arthur, but as he flashed in her mind, Davy quickly moved past that moment, even if there was interest on his part, she couldn't allow herself to hope, for who would want to be with a monster.
Knowing that she couldn't stay in the shower forever, Davy slowly got to her feet and turned off the water. Realizing that she ran into the shower with her night gown, she quickly took it off and wrapped a towel around herself. Not wanting to stay up any longer, she quickly made her way towards her bed and flopped down. Letting out a yawn, Davy hoped that she would at least get a couple hours of sleep, because she'd be damned if Will took something else from her.
TIME JUMP 3 WEEKS
Atlanna watched as her son paced in his small living room, with each step she could see the tension rising in his body. "You need to calm down." She said, hoping to get him to see reason.
Turning on his heels, his eyes snapped to his mom's, he was tempted to tell her to get the hell out of his little cabin, but he knew better than to speak to her that way. Running his fingers through his hair, he just glared at her, "How can you tell me to calm down?" he snapped out.
Without making another move towards her, Arthur let himself lean against the wall, "You have been spending time with her, and yet she avoids me. I thought we got past this bullshit." He snapped.
Shaking her head, Atlanna wanted to tell him, but it wasn't her secret to speak of. She knew why Davina was worried, for years her family told her to hide this part of her as though it was something to be ashamed of. She knew that if anyone understood it would be her son, but years of hiding and living in fear had kept her from trusting anyone.
Sighing, "Arthur, you don't know the whole story." Moving to stand, Atlanna made her way over to him, gently placing her hand on his cheek.
Looking down into her eyes, he could see that she was trying to calm him, but honestly it was just pissing him off. "Tell me then." He said, his voice low.
Tilting her head, Atlanna could only look at him with sad eyes. "It's not my story to tell." Frowning a bit as he took a step back. She knew that this was frustrating for him but if he truly wanted to know her, he would need to do it on her terms.
Taking ahold of her hands, Arthur just looked down at her, "I love you, mom." Taking a deep breath, he just shook his head, "I don't know why I fucking care." Shaking his head, Arthur wondered if this was something that all women did or was it him that attracted these types of women.
Atlanna watched as her son struggled with the emotions he was feeling for Davina, it was strange for her, she knew how he felt, and she was certain she knew that the feeling was mutual, but she knew if she pushed either of them it would just take them longer.
However, she knew that Davina was being overly cautious, perhaps a little push wouldn't hurt, especially with how pissed off he was. If anything, it would be a quick way for him to figure out what was going on and then Davina would see that there was nothing to be afraid of, at least where her family was concerned.
Quickly thinking about the pros and cons of telling him where she was, Atlanna knew deep in her heart that in the long run this would be beneficial for them both. Or at least that was her wish, because the idea of two damaged souls healing each other was just too tempting to ignore.
"Arthur, if you really want to find her, you should head towards the falls." Smirking a bit a little bit when he bolted out the door without so much as a goodbye. Smoothing down her hair, Atlanna made her way towards home, figuring she should update her husband about the turn of events, knowing that he would be thrilled.
Staring up at the gray clouds, Davy found herself mesmerized watching the first seasons' snow flurry drift down. Lifting her hand towards the sky, Davy couldn't help but frown a little bit as the small snowflake melted before it even touched her. She figured that it was going to be a possibility, however, she had the hope that when it really started to come down her body wouldn't melt it so fast, because if not she would have to hide in her home until the spring.
Exhaling, she couldn't help but be slightly amused at seeing her breath for the very first time. Leaning forward Davy quickly took off her socks and shoes dipping her feet into the icy water, it was one of the only perks that she felt that she had with her condition. Hanging her head at the thought of it, Davy couldn't help but wonder why she was cursed with it, no one in her family had it at least not on her father's side, and she knew nothing of her mother, perhaps it was something from that side of her DNA.
Just thinking about it upset her greatly, it was a fear she had from the moment her 'gifts' started to make their presence known, was that her mother knew she was a fucking monster and wanted no part of her. Sighing, it was something that she was too afraid to even ask her dad about, because if she was being truly honest with herself it was an answer she wasn't ready for.
Kicking the water with her foot, Davy couldn't help but be frustrated with herself, she was about 3 months away from turning 26 and she still was dealing with bullshit from her ex and absentee mother. Watching the water ripple around her ankle was soothing to the turmoil that was in her head. But she knew that sooner rather than later she would need to confront some of these demons that echoed in her head, but Davy really didn't have the first clue on how to accomplish that.
However, before she could get lost deeper in her thoughts, the sound of her name being yelled out over the falls and it had her sliding off the rock she was sitting on and into the water. Looking over her shoulder as she stood up, Davy was soon staring into the very pissed off face of Arthur.
"Wha…." Before she could get a word out, Davy was cut off by him yanking her out of the water and a fierce growl.
Arthur couldn't believe that she was so reckless that she would risk hypothermia, he was already pissed off that she had him chasing her like some school yard boy, but on top of that she was out here splashing around in almost freezing water.
"ARE YOU TRYING TO GET SICK?" he yelled out. Gripping her shoulders a little tighter, he had to remind himself that she was delicate, or he'd really hurt her.
Davy went to open her mouth again, but just as before she was cut off.
Pulling her closer to his chest, Arthur watched as her eyes started to get a bit brighter, but he didn't give a shit, all he wanted was fucking answers. "Is this what you've been doing? Hiding out here?" his voice shaking with the rage he was feeling.
Keeping her mouth shut for moment, Davy just stared up at him, wondering what she had done now to piss him off, again.
Waiting for her to answer only stoked his rage, shaking her a little, "ANSWER ME?!" he growled out.
Anger quickly filled her, pushing him back and stepping back, Davy could see that he was shaking but so was she and it scared her. "HOW CAN I? YOU KEEP CUTTING ME OFF!"
Stepping towards her, Arthur snatched her by her shoulders, "What is your fucking problem?" he snapped.
Attempting to wiggle out of his hold, Davy could feel the heat rising in her body. Turning her eyes towards his, she could see his rage and it wasn't helping her with hers. Pushing against him again, hissing when his grip didn't falter. "First, you need to get your damn hands off me, now." Sticking out her chin, "Secondly, you're not my father!" Her voice trembling with anger, she didn't owe him or anyone an explanation.
Picking her up, Arthur quickly had her pinned against a tree, his eyes staring directly into hers. "Don't test me little girl." Leaning down until he was just a hair away from her face, Arthur could see that she was pissed, but frankly he didn't give a shit. "Why are you avoiding me, again?" he growled.
Anger and fear took over, she was reaching the point of no return, "Arthur, please let me go." Flinching at the sound of her voice. But she couldn't care about that, if he didn't let her go, she was going to hurt him and that was the last thing she wanted to do.
"NO." Holding her a little tighter, Arthur just wanted answers and for his desire for her to go away, but he knew that only one of those things were bound to happen. "I thought we buried this bullshit, yet here we are, again."
Hissing as she felt his fingers gripping her shoulders, Davy used her hands and wrapped it around his wrists, "I'm sorry." was all she muttered. Feeling the heat in her body, she tried to control herself, but it was too far gone, using her hands she pushed the fire out which sent him flying back.
Hitting the ground hard, Davy cried out as her knees hit the rocks, but she needed to get to the water, scared that if she didn't, she'd destroy this beautiful forest. With a final glance towards Arthur, flinching at the look on his face, Davy turned towards the water and jumped in, letting her body sink down to the bottom.
Rubbing the spot on his chest where she blasted him, Arthur stared after her as she jumped into the water and for a moment, he couldn't help but be stunned. But that passed quickly, now he was just pissed that she didn't tell him, of all the people in her life, he would have understood. As that thought passed through his head, he couldn't help but piece together what his mom was not saying to him, she told his mom.
Moving to stand, Arthur stared at the water ready to go in after her, but after another moment he watched as she popped up, her golden eyes focused on him. "You good?" he asked her.
Gasping for air, Davy found him staring down at her from the banks of the lake, while the cold water snapped her out of the anger, it did nothing for her fear. Wrapping her arms around her body, wanting to keep herself from shaking as best she could, Davy couldn't help but be confused by his attitude.
"Are you OK?" she asked him. Worried that she may have really hurt him.
Spreading his arms wide, Arthur couldn't help but smirk down at her, "You owe me a shirt, but I'm OK." Glancing down at the burnt hole in his T-shirt, Arthur quickly ripped it off and knelt towards her. Extending his hand, "Are you OK?" he asked her. While he was still pissed that she was avoiding him, he didn't want her catching a cold from being in the water.
Davy stared at him for a solid minute, completely confused to why he wasn't freaking out or calling her a freak. But instead of that, he held his hand out for her, so she just stared at his hand and then him, toggling between what she expected and what was happening.
Shaking her head clear, Davy slowly placed her hand in his, gasping when he pulled her straight up and into his arms. "I'm so sorry." she muttered.
Holding her against his skin, Arthur couldn't help but chuckle, she was literally hot, and it made him realize that she didn't need a jacket, or even the wetsuit. "I'm pretty indestructible." He said, which was true.
Bending down he lifted her up and started to head towards his truck, snorting a bit as she yipped. Looking down at her, he could still see the fear in her eyes, and it hit him like a ton of bricks, she was made to feel shame for her gifts. "I don't know who fucked with your head, but there is nothing wrong with you."
Feeling tears welling up on her eyes, she turned into his chest wanting to hide herself from his prying eyes, but instead of feeling hidden she felt more exposed. "Please," flinching at the sound of her voice shaking, "Arthur, I am too dangerous to be around. Let me go." Pushing against his chest, Davy attempted to get out of his arms, but his grip was too tight.
"Put me down." Hitting his chest, Davy frowned at the fact it barely moved his skin.
"No." Was all he said to her.
Pulling her closer to his chest, Arthur held her tighter as he opened the door to his truck, sliding in, he was thankful for the bench seating. Getting the truck started was a bit tricky, but there was no fucking way he was going to let her go, because he was certain she would attempt to jump out of the damn truck if he did. Sparing a glance down at her, he watched as large tears slowly slid down her cheeks, biting his inner cheek he swore whoever made her feel this way was going to pay dearly.
Arthur couldn't worry about that right now; he needed to focus on getting them to his place and her out of those wet clothes. Focusing on the road ahead of him, he gripped the steering wheel with one hand, the other keeping her tucked to his chest.
Davy laid quietly in his arms as he drove down the road, her mind was racing a mile a minute and it was difficult to get herself to focus on one thing, everything was jumbled together.
However, as she turned her eyes towards his face, she knew that at least on the surface he didn't hate her for being a freak. Letting herself relax if only for a little bit, Davy kept herself as still as possible, not wanting to distract him as he made this turn.
Before she knew it, she was stepping out of the shower and drying herself off. While she wished he would have brought her to her home, she wasn't going to complain about getting out of wet jeans, however, as she slipped on his T-shirt Davy could only chuckle with how it practically swallowed her. Glancing down, the damn thing came down to her shins and it really put in perspective how big he really was compared to most people.
Letting out a sigh, Davy used the brush that was on the counter and quickly got the knots out of her hair, but all too soon she was done and really didn't have a reason to keep hiding in the bathroom.
Davy found him standing by the fireplace, his eyes focused on the flames, it was something she had done a million times herself, and she couldn't help but wonder if it was because of her or if it was something he already did.
Clearing her throat, she couldn't help but hold her breath as he turned his body and eyes towards her, his expression was unreadable. Tucking some of her loose hair behind her ears, she watched as she stood at his full height, "My clothes?" Figuring that he would want to have his space back.
Arthur could only stare at her, something about seeing her in his clothes put a part of his brain at ease but it awoken another. Licking his lips, he took a step towards her, his eyes watching as she moved some her golden blonde hair off her face, which only had his heart beating faster. From the delicate shape of her face to the light pink hue of her lips, she was stunning, and she was in his home, in his clothes.
Reaching down, Arthur took a hold of her hand pulling her close to his body, his eyes never leaving hers. "They are in the dryer now." Moving his fingers to touch her cheek, he couldn't help but smirk as her eyes got wider, "How are you feeling?" he asked her.
Leaning into this touch, Davy couldn't help it, never in her life had anyone ever touched her so gently. "I'm OK," turning her eyes up towards his, inhaling a bit as she realized that he was only wearing his jeans.
Instinctively she touched the spot that she struck, thankful that there wasn't even a mark. Lightly touching his skin, Davy watched as it rippled under her fingertips, realizing that she was groping the man, Davy moved to put her hand down next to her, but quickly found his hand covering hers.
"Davina." His voice dropping low.
Looking down, Arthur looked at her face, whatever was happening between them, she was feeling it too. Sliding his right hand into her hair, Arthur almost moaned with how soft it was under his callous fingertips. Never taking his eyes off her, desperately trying to make sure that he was not pushing her, but to his surprise her eyes were filled with longing and lust.
Something in him snapped, he wanted her in every sense of the word, and he knew it was from the moment he met her, no matter how much he tried to deny it. "You're mine, Davina. Make no fucking mistake about that." Smirking as he heard her inhale, but before she opened her mouth, Arthur slammed his lips on hers, almost moaning as her citrus flavor invaded his senses.
Davy was momentarily stunned by his words, but he didn't give her a chance to process that before she felt his lips on hers. Gripping his shoulders, Davy could only hold on to him as he controlled the kiss, but as she felt his tongue stroke hers, she couldn't help but moan. He tasted like a strong whiskey; it was enough to make her dizzy. Tilting her head, Davy wanted to taste more, feel more, it was a new sensation for her, even with William she never felt this kind of passion.
Arthur could feel his jeans getting tighter, his cock was throbbing, and he wanted nothing more than to drive himself deep into her body, but before he ripped their clothes off, he needed to know for certain this was what she wanted. Hating that he needed to pull his lips off hers, Arthur pulled back just enough to keep his forehead on hers, groaning as her orange blossom scent invaded his senses. Lifting her up, Arthur pinned her against the wall, smirking as he felt her legs tighten around his waist.
"Tell me you want this." He hissed out.
Sliding her hands into his long hair, Davy was surprised how soft it was, but she needed to focus on his words not how he felt under her fingers. Turning her eyes to his, Davy found him staring at her with such intensity, it was almost terrifying, but there was something in the way he was looking at her it was too much to resist.
Taking another moment, she quickly thought of what she wanted, needed, and desired. It was a complication to be with him but knowing that he knew what she was, and he still wanted her, she quickly pushed that shit aside, if at least for tonight.
"You talk too much." She murmured against his lips. Leaning forward, Davy licked his bottom lip, smirking a bit as he took a deep breath. For the first time in her adult life, she felt desired, sexy, and seen. She was only ever with Will; he did not truly know her, nor would he ever allow her take control.
Reaching down between their bodies, Davy took ahold of his belt quickly unbuckling it, but as she slipped her hands further down, she found herself being slammed into the floor and her hands pinned above her head. Glancing up at him, she could see his eyes starting to glow, biting her lip Davy could only hiss at the feeling of his large hand holding her wrist and it felt so fucking good.
"Davina." His voice dropping lower. Keeping his left hand wrapped around her wrist, he used his other to slide down his jeans enough for his cock to spring forward. Hissing as he felt cool air against his sensitive flesh, he turned his attention back to the woman under him, finding her watching him. Smirking down at her, he could see the desire in her eyes, hell he could feel the heat of her pussy teasing his cock, but it was how her golden hair was spread out on the floor that had him stunned, she was beautiful, and she was finally his.
Sliding his hand up her thighs, hissing as he felt the softness of her skin, it was like touching the softest velvet. Breathing through his nose, Arthur needed to control himself or he'd burst the moment he slid into her body. Gripping the bottom of his shirt, he locked eyes with her, "Last chance." He growled out.
Groaning as he massaged her thigh, Davy was so lost in the sensations of being touched that she barely heard him. Blinking rapidly, Davy stared into his eyes, she wanted him, needed him. "Please." Not caring that she was begging.
As those words left her mouth, Davy gasped at the sound of fabric ripping, sparing a glance down at what was once his shirt, Davy shivered at the way he stared down at her. Biting her lip, she lifted her leg and slightly tossed it over his hip desperate for him to touch her be inside of her.
Arthur took in every inch of the woman beneath him, her body was curvy in all the right places, from the size of her breasts that would fit perfectly in his hands, the light pink nipples that were just begging for his tongue. Letting his eyes travel further to her stomach, pleased to see that she was soft but what surprised him was the trimmed blonde hair that covered her pussy. It pleased him to know that she was natural, nothing was more attractive than a woman that accepted her body.
Leaning down, Arthur was mindful of her wrists in his hand, darting out his tongue, he couldn't help but moan as the flavor of her skin danced across his tongue. Pulling her nipple into his mouth, smirking as she arched into him, giving it a gentle nip, he slowly licked his way over to the other giving it the same attention. Gently biting down, Arthur couldn't contain the moan that escaped his lips as she arched her lower half up into his.
Letting her nipple go with a loud pop, Arthur wanted to tease her for hours, but the primal part of his brain pushed him to claim what was his. Slamming his lips into hers, he couldn't stop himself, he surged his aching cock into her body, almost cumming with how her body squeezed him. Swallowing her cries, Arthur didn't stop until his balls rested against her ass, letting his forehead come to rest on hers, Arthur had to take slow deep breaths, but it was the sound of her breathing that brought him back to his senses.
"Are you alright?" Worried that in his rush he hurt her.
Davy could feel that her lower half was on fire, while it hurt in ways that was completely unexpected underneath that it felt complete. William was average at best, but Arthur just by the way he was stretching her pussy, she knew that he was far above average. Breathing slowly, Davy lifted her other leg over his waist, gasping as she felt his cock pulse inside of her, turning her eyes towards his, smiling slightly when she saw concern in his eyes.
"I'm fine." She whispered. Using her leg muscles, Davy rolled her hips, desperate for him to start moving within her body. "Please." she begged.
Smirking down at her, Arthur enjoyed feeling her velvety inner walls massage his cock, it was an exquisite torture. Her body squeezed him tightly, more than anyone before her, and something about that satisfied a primal part of his brain.
Slowly sliding his dick out of her he watched her face for any signs of distress but all he could see was her pleasure. Snapping his hips forward, hissing as her velvety vice clamped down on every inch of him, "Fuck!" he hissed as he bottomed out.
Attempting to lock her ankles, Davy rolled her hips as best she could, but with how heavy his body was and the fact that he held her wrist with his hand, she could only feel him. Closing her eyes, gasping as he set a brutal pace, it was painfully delightful. Arching her hips, Davy knew that by morning she would be bruised, torn, and so fucking sore and that just thought of that excited her. Tightening her legs as he drove into her body, Davy wanted nothing more than to taste the sweat that was sliding down the side of his neck, but he still didn't release her hands.
"Oh God." She cried.
Arthur struggled to keep himself from cumming, it was the way she felt as he slid his cock in and out of her body. The tightness, the heat, the way her body was so fucking wet for him, it was enough to drive him insane. Leaning forward, he let his tongue trace the shell of her lips, but the moment he felt her nipples against his chest he was lost.
"Davina, cum for me, baby." he growled in her ear. Sliding his hand down to where they were joined, Arthur used his knuckle to rub against her clit, desperate to feel her come undone around him.
Crying out as he pushed against her clit, Davy arched her body into his, licking the side of his neck, Davy could feel the coil in her lower belly getting tighter. "Arthur, so close." She gasped, "Please don't stop." Desperate for him to push over the edge and for him to fall over with her.
Closing his eyes, Arthur released her wrists scared that he was going to snap them with the force of his impending orgasm. Sliding his hands into her hair, he hissed as he felt her fingers dig into his shoulders, but it was the right amount of pain. "Davina, let go." He growled out. Shivering as he felt her pussy starting to flutter, if it was possible, it made her that much tighter.
Wrapping her fingers in his hair, Davy cried out as the spring in her belly snapped. A fast-spreading wet heat coursed through her body; Davy attempted to clench her thighs together, but his knees kept her spread apart as though she was an offering.
"Arthur!" she cried, her body shaking as her orgasm had her seeing bright lights behind her eyes.
It was the sound of her crying out his name that truly did him in, never had he heard it sound so fucking amazing. Holding her tightly against his chest, Arthur drove himself deep into her body, wanting to leave every ounce of his cum inside of her, desperate to brand her as his for all time.
Turning her head, Arthur slammed his lips onto hers, groaning as he felt the first rope of cum leave his body. Snapping his hips slowly, Arthur almost cried out as her body milked every drop out of him, never in his life had cumming felt so damn good. Shuttering above her, he quickly rolled so that he wouldn't crush her, but he refused to take his cock out, enjoying that even above him, her body continued to massage him.
Laying across his chest, Davy slowly rocked her hips wanting to prolong their orgasms, but as she rocked again, she felt his fingers gripping her tightly. Lifting her head ever so slightly, she found him staring at her, desire and satisfaction etched on his handsome face. Reaching up to his face, Davy moved some of his long brown hair out of the way enjoying how he leaned into her touch.
Wrapping his arms around her body, Arthur refused to move from this spot, squeezing her a little tighter, he couldn't help but chuckle as she squeaked.
Letting her arms drape over his shoulders, Davy couldn't help but feel content, but she couldn't help but wonder out loud why he was holding her so tightly. "Why so tight?" She asked through a yawn.
Reaching over towards his chair, Arthur pulled the blanket off and draped it over their body but shook his head realizing that she probably didn't want or need it. "To make sure your ass is here when I fucking wake up." He muttered. Smirking a bit as he felt her inhale a bit, but he didn't give a shit, she was his and he was hers, they would figure the logistics out tomorrow.
Blinking rapidly, Davy was almost tempted to tell him to let her go, however, the idea of having someone truly be able to hold her without the fear of causing them pain, it was too fucking tempting. Snuggling deeper into his chest, she just gave in. Letting out another yawn, Davy let her body shut down and for the first time since she was about 6 years old, she finally relaxed.
Arthur could feel the moment she fell asleep, sparing a glance down at the woman on his chest, all he could do was smile. Carefully moving some of her sweat-soaked hair off her forehead, Arthur could only feel contentment, while he knew she wasn't going to make this easy for him he also knew that she wasn't going to hurt him either. Closing his eyes, he let himself drift off to sleep, and one of the last thoughts he had before he succumbed to slumber was how she looked at him as she came.
"Mother fuck!"
Tossing his wrench onto the bench, David grew frustrated at his current project. Rubbing his hand down his face, he was so fucking close to getting it completed, but he just needed to figure out how to disable the kill switch.
Leaning back against his chair, his eyes fell towards his suit, pleased to see that the repairs that he did were finally complete. Knowing that his brain was fried, he quickly stood up and made his way over, smirking a bit as he lightly touched the helmet. While the first go around with the Aquaman was mostly one sided, he knew the second time the man met his Black Manta, he wouldn't be so quickly defeated.
"Soon motherfucker, you're going to pay for killing my pop."