AU Shenanigans

[exitthewallflower]

It's been six months since Cass disappeared. She's the first person I've known to do that and I still can't quite believe it. It hurts. She was family. A bat. And a friend. And every night since then, I've been killing myself to cover her turf and mine. Maybe literally now.

I was tired, too tired to be in the neighborhood I was in and I should have known better. But the deal was going down and I had to stop it before those drugs got on the street. One the good side? The bad guys are all tied up and the drugs were destroyed. On the bad side, I'm on the nearest roof losing consciousness after one too many hits after one too few nights' sleep. I remember calling the bust into the cops right before I remember thinking, "These bricks look really soft. I should lie down."

I don't really remember much after that.

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[exitthewallflower]

I can feel the pull of bruises and finally relaxed muscles, but I make zero effort to stop him. I don't know what's going on, but I feel like we went from a little smoke to a full-on blaze and I just can't bring myself to care. Not when I can feel, really feel how strong he is when he pulls me close. Not when every inch of me starts to work to find the best way to fit against him so there's no gap, my own hands finding his waist and pulling even as I kiss him back as hard as I can. Not I can feel him through his shorts as well as he can feel me through my shirt and I very, very much want us to be rid of both. I can give as hard as he can take.

Almost everything else with us has been a kind of combat, why should this be any different?

[badtotheclone]

I feel like she's trying to wrestle control of this from me and I refuse to let her have it. Not that I think either of us really has any great amount of control over it to begin with. This is playing with fire personified and I think the blaze is out of control, which makes it so much easier to just give in to it.

I can feel her nipples pressing against me through the fabric of our clothes and I suddenly realize I don't want that. I want to feel her directly against my skin. I don't stop the crushing kiss as I grab the back of the shirt this has on and rip it apart. Along with the satisfying sound of the tearing fabric I can feel her more distinctly. One hand reaches up between us and palms her breast, squeezing it as I rock my hips up against her.

[exitthewallflower]

I am not the most experienced woman when it comes to these things, I get that, but having my shirt literally torn off of me is a kind of turn-on I didn't even know I had until right now. Groaning, I run my hands up his chest and over my shoulders, digging my fingers into the nape of his neck as I kiss him harder. Every move he makes, I find myself matching, rocking back against him as my hands wander back down, pushing his shorts down over his hips. More skin, more contact, just more... everything. I want to feel him the way he's felt me, make him feel what I'm feeling.

But no matter what I do, I can't stop kissing him, I can't pull away. Am I worried that if I do, my rational thought's are going to kick in? I don't know, but I breathe him in like he's oxygen, feeling his lips and tongue against mine, groaning and gasping. But no names, I can't say his name, not like this.

[badtotheclone]

Her lips and her fingers almost feel like they're burning my skin the heat from them is so intense. She matches my aggression and I can't help but be more aroused by that. I like that she's not backing down and I give a growl, low in my throat.

I push her forward, back onto her back, and I lift my my hips so that she can push my shorts down and off if she wants. I'd take my shirt off but I don't want to break the kiss, I don't want to lose that connection with her. I feel like I'm drowning in a haze of passion and pleasure but I'm sure if I stop for a moment good sense will prevail. I don't want good sense to prevail.

[exitthewallflower]

"God, please..." I arch up against him, pushing his shorts down so I can run my hands over his ass, over his hips, and up under his shirt. We've become a study in contrasts, he's got a shirt and no pants, I've got no shirt and just my panties. The wicked part of me doesn't like that so I break the kiss long enough to move my lips by his ear. "Take the shirt off, too." I'm too worked up to even care if I say it like a question or a command.

And if he needs a little incentive, I reach down between us to stroke him gently. It is probably the most gentle thing I've done all night, as slow as his hands on my back had been just a few minutes ago. It's my turn to tease.

[badtotheclone]

I feel my pulse quicken and my cock twitch at the command to take off my shirt. I can't deny it, I like bossy women. When she wraps her hand around me and slowly strokes though, I gasp out loud and hate myself for it. I don't like showing that she can affect me like that, that she has that kind of control over me.

I pull off my shirt and lean back down. A hand goes through her hair and I pull on it, not to hurt but enough to make her head tilt back to expose her neck. I move my mouth along her throat, kisses and nibbles light at first before sucking and biting hard enough to leave marks. She may have me at her mercy with her hand but that doesn't make me helpless.

[exitthewallflower]

There. That's what I wanted to hear, something to let me know that I'm getting to him, too. Not that I was doubting, not while I'm stroking the evidence, but hearing him? I wanted to hear more so I stroke him a little faster, a little harder and I run my free hand over him, using it for leverage so I can push myself up against him.

I ache in a way I haven't in a very, very long time and the hot breath and soft lips on my neck are just making it worse. I could stop him, I'm not thrilled with having to hide the marks, but I don't want to. Each time he kisses me, it goes right through me and I imagine what those kisses would feel like on the rest of my body. I'm breathless, and hot, and scattered and I love it and hate it at the same time.

[badtotheclone]

She grips me harder and speeds her hand up, making me growl both in pleasure and frustration. I don't like being so out of control usually but right now it feels good to have this connection and this pleasure. She likes this too and I think she's getting off on the fact that she's doing this to me.

One arm keeps me propped up while the other moves back to her breast, my hand wrapping around it and squeezing it but avoiding her nipple. My mouth moves down to her collarbone and bites her before licking the same area. I want more, so much more and my body is taught with tension, but I'm forcing myself to go slow. Or at least trying to.

[exitthewallflower]

I don't even recognize the sounds he's pulling from me, except that they're needy and I want him to do more. He's touching and kissing me everywhere except where I really want some attention. My entire body feels as tight as it had been relaxed earlier and I find myself gripping at the short hair on his head and cursing, "Fucking tease." It's so unlike me, but I'm so far past caring.

I bring up one of my legs, running my foot along the back of his leg, inviting him in as much as I can without demanding as I kept up my rhythm. I didn't want to give him too much, but I want him to feel. I want to feel more of those growls against my skin, rumbling and vibrating.

[badtotheclone]

She's getting rougher and more demanding and I love it. I can feel her nails along my scalp as she tugs at my hair. She opens up more under me and I cam feel the heat coming from her and it matches my own need. I want to yank aside the thin cloth that she still has on and thrust myself deep into her and the desire to do so is almost primal.

It's even to make me gasp her name and then swear in frustration at the slip. I almost move into her to cover it up because I know she'll be smug about it.
Instead I wrap my hand a bit tighter around her breast so that I can pinch one of nipples between my thumb and forefinger. It's hard with arousal and I tug on it a bit, loving that I'm doing this to her.

[exitthewallflower]

I bite my lip to keep from smiling when I hear my name on his lips. I didn't even know I was looking for that, specifically, but I can feel my entire body twitch when I hear it. Instead I gasp and squirm under him as he pinches me. It hurts, but in a good way and I groan, tilting my head back so I can arch into his hand better.

I continue moving against him, rolling my hips, momentarily removing my hand from him so I can grind against his hardness, feel him between my legs. I want him there, I'm aching for him, but I'm not going to be the one to make that final move. I don't know why, but I want him to break his control first. It's an entirely different kind of argument we're having, but after hearing my name the way he said it, I want the rest.

[badtotheclone]

She's driving me crazy and I know I can't stand it much longer. When she releases my cock my.hips press down and grind against her body, seeking to replace the lost friction that I so badly crave. I want her touch, that connection, back.

I move my mouth down to the nipple I'm not playing with, tongue licking along it before biting it softly. I want to hear more of those noises that she makes, the ones that let me know she's enjoying what I do.

Before long though, I can't stand it any longer and I reach between us and rip away her panties. I take my cock and run it along her slit, the head rubbing her clit before I thrust hard into her.

[exitthewallflower]

It's the teeth on my nipple that does it and I hiss his name, jumping a little. It's electric, each of those little bites and I can't anticipate where the next shock is going to come from. Which is good, because if I knew he was going to rip off my underwear I might have tried to something different. This man is difficult on my clothing, isn't he?

God help me I like that. A lot.

I still for him, just a little bit, moaning softly as I finally feel him so close to me, shivering when he teases me. When he's finally inside me, I dig one of my hands into his hip, pinching a little even as I shift my hips to take him as deep as I can. My other hand grabs his neck, pulling him down into a hard kiss, swallowing the moans that are just dying to escape me. I want this, I want him, more than anything in a long time and I'm not letting go until we're both exhausted.

[badtotheclone]

I feel a sense of triumph when she hisses my name and pulls me deeper into her. Even that's eclipsed by the sensation of how good it feels to be in her. I hadn't realize how much I missed this, not just the physical pleasure but connecting with someone in a way that's not fighting. Well... not entirely fighting.

I kiss her back as I rock my hips hard, grinding down on her. I want her again and again, over and over until I've exhausted myself. Part of me hates myself for doing this, for doing this with her but self-loathing is nothing new and to be honest it feels too good to stop.

"So good," I say, growling the words in her ear before I realize what I'm doing. "So hot and wet and tight. Fuck."

[exitthewallflower]

I can feel everything. Every bruise, every scrape, every wound I took tonight is reminding me it's there but I just don't care. I can hear what he says and that's what I choose to feel. Not the best decision I've made and I know it's just a matter of time before it hits me who this is, what he does, who I'm betraying by being with him, but right now I'm chasing oblivion.

I wrap myself around him, refusing to give an inch, rocking with him. Gasping and groaning I hold him even harder, like I'm afraid he's going to escape. Maybe this is a battle of sorts, but I don't know how we're going to decide a winner. All I know is the delicious pressure inside me is building each time he moves inside me and I pull my nails down his back, trying to drive us both further. I'm riding the steep edge of a cliff and if I fall, I want to make sure I pull him with me.

[badtotheclone]

I feel her nails drag along my back and it feels amazing, making the pleasure of moving inside of her feel glorious. I can feel her moving against me and as my hand traces along the small of her back I can picture how it looks in my mind's eye. Tight waist flowing into muscular hips as her legs wrap around me, I realize I know her body better than I thought. It frustrates me more that I've noticed, that despite how our personalities clash I find myself wanting her so bad.

Or maybe it's because of the clash, just as our bodies are crashing against one another the friction of who we are adds its own pleasure. Either way, I want a release badly, both mine and hers. I shift our position slightly, letting her lean back to change the angle that my cock drives up in her in an attempt to find that spot inside that will drive her wild.

[exitthewallflower]

"Oh, God, please..." I gasp and I'm almost instantly flushed with embarrassment. That isn't something I meant to do, but it feels so good when he shifts, I lose it for a moment. I close my eyes and feel my entire body respond, moving with him, rocking, almost jerking my hips against his, letting my hands wander all over the skin I can reach. For someone who's always been accused of over-thinking things, it feels incredible to just let go, just let the feeling wash over me.

It's a powerful feeling, too. The slide of our bodies, the hardness of him inside of me, it's not something I can control. It's not something I want to control and as I feel that coil inside of me get tighter and tighter I let go completely. I let him win, I guess, losing myself in my orgasm and the blissful shaking of muscles tightening around him as my fingers dig into his arms.

[badtotheclone]

When she comes, I'm right there with her, she clenches around me as I orgasm and that's more than I can bear. For one brief, intense moment I feel completely connected with her, our pleasure rushing through us and spilling over onto the other person. I hate myself for it, but I love the feeling, the pleasure and that sense of belonging that comes from it.

One of my hands threads through her hair and I pull her close for a kiss that muffles her name on my lips. My other hand grabs her ass and pulls her close, pushing myself deeper into her even as I pulse and explode into her. It's madness how badly I want her and how good it feels but I don't care. All I want to do right now is feel how good this is and stop caring about everything else.

[exitthewallflower]

I'm shaking, but I don't know if it's from pleasure or exhaustion. As tight as he's holding onto me, I think I'm holding onto him tighter. There's something here, a connection, a lifeline to a part of me I tend to ignore and I'm afraid to let go of it. Probably because I know my rational side is going to have a field day picking it all apart, but mostly because I just want it. Need it. I'm all wrapped up in his arms and he's still wrapped between my legs and it just feels like maybe it's supposed to be this way.

I can feel my lips swelling a bit, not from any hit from earlier, but from his kisses and I pull back a little, breathing like I've run a marathon or something. I'm fumbling for something to say, his face so close I can't make out details, but all I manage is his name. Simple. One syllable. And then I kiss him again because right now, I don't know what else to do.

[badtotheclone]

I kiss her back, as much to silence myself from saying something as it is because kissing her feels incredible. I don't trust what I might say, anything from "I hate you" to "I need you" might come out and I don't want to say either.

What I really want is more, more of her and more of what we had just done. I know that she's had a rough night but I can't imagine that she's completely spent right now. I pull back and bring her with me so that I'm on my back on the couch.

My hands move along her body, more slowly this time, exploring and enjoying her. Still up inside of her she can no doubt feel how this is exciting me but I don't care too much right now. That sort of power over me I'm willing to relinquish at the moment.

[exitthewallflower]

It feels good to have his weight off of me, off of the bruised ribs, but at the same time that weight was reassuring. Something solid and warm and masculine that I haven't had in so long. I love the feel of his hands running over my body and for once, I completely let go of my usual hang-ups over my gunshot and surgical scars, leaning back and stretching my arms above my head.

I grind my hips against his, closing my eyes and leaning my head back. I have to bite my lips to keep from saying something stupid. This has been, despite everything, a night with few words and I think we're both not looking to change that. What would we say anyway? I think you're a jerk, but this sex id fantastic? I hate running into you, but I wouldn't mind doing this again? I can still feel him and as tired as I am, I don't want to stop yet so aside from a low moan I can't stop, I fight making any sound.

[badtotheclone]

She leans back, hands above her head, leaning back and blocking out the world with her eyes closed, and I almost lose it. The gesture is almost obscene, and I suppose on some level it is, but she looks so glorious it's hard to assign a word to the motion. I can see every muscle in her body, every scar and bruise and somehow it all adds to her sensuality. I imagine this is what some sort of Celtic goddess of battle looks like.

"Fuck," I gasp, my voice betraying how in awe I am of what she's doing to me. The fact that I can't stand her is a testament to everything she's doing and what it's doing to me. I roll my hips in response to her motions, slow and long as I grow even harder inside of her. I can't take my eyes off of her and my hands continue moving over her body, one supporting her back while the other slides around front and up her stomach before palming one of her breasts.

[exitthewallflower]

His voice makes me look down and... damn. His body is something else. I knew that already, but looking down at him like this only highlights each muscle and line and as he moves I can watch each ripple. I'm lost, watching him and feeling him, his hands are warm and I find myself taking the one on my back and threading our fingers together as I lean forward to press my lips against his neck.

I can feel him inside me, too, and I find myself matching the soft roll of his hips. I still don't know what I'm doing, why I'm doing it, but I'm not stopping. I whisper his name again, remembering how he said my name earlier and how he cursed. I say it again, tasting the syllable on my tongue before I taste his skin, not biting this time. Right now, everything feels softer, gentler. Are we done fighting? I have no idea, but that's been the theme of the night, hasn't it?

[badtotheclone]

I tilt my head back as she kisses my neck, giving her better access. Her lips feel hot on my skin despite how hot she's already making me feel. A sort of heat flushes through me that's different from the aching, insistent need of before and I like it. I shouldn't, because it's intimate and familiar and feels like a betrayal but I'll be damned if I stop it.

My arms wrap around her and I hold her close as my body rocks in time with hers. I call her name, over and over, a mantra. The emphasis each time changes, a plea, a pleasured gasp, a frustrated growl. I get so that I like the sound of it, I like how it encompasses all of her, I say it so much that I know I'm going to associate that name with this pleasure now instead of the anger I had before. Well, at least partly.

"Close," I finally gasp as our slow pace finally ramps up the need I have, leaving me desperate again for a release.

[exitthewallflower]

Every time he says my name it goes right through me and I want to tell him to stop but I don't. Knowing that I've gotten to him makes me feel powerful and gives me a surge of energy I didn't know I still had. I push back against him, rocking harder and faster, pushing him further, pushing us both. I haven't wanted anyone this bad in so long, I ache for every inch of him that's inside of me. I feel my breasts brush against his chest and it makes me shiver even as I feel the little shocks that tell me I'm closer than I thought.

But I still want him to fall first and as I nibble at his ear, I whisper, "It's okay, go ahead."