Stalker Plot 6 | Dick
Oct. 27th, 2011 05:01 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
wearingagunShe’d told Sherlock, she’d told Tereus and Dick, she’d employed Harry and his apprentice Molly. Beckett wasn’t taking this crap laying down. Yes, it made her nervous, especially considering her gut told her is wasn’t one lone guy with a fixation- it was Moriarty with a plan.
It was more comfortable at home now, knowing no one could see into her place. She could see out just fine, but trying to look inside was like trying to look through fog or frosted glass. Nothing to see here, move along. She wondered once, briefly, if it had startled Nightwing.
Still, she didn’t like being alone, jumping at every noise and constantly worrying. She didn’t like to admit she was truly scared. She’d called Dick to see if he could come over, if he’d take just one night off and stay with her whenever he could. She knew he would, she had no doubt about that. It was just a matter of when.
It had startled Nightwing. He’d been checking on her nightly, since she’d told him what was happening, making her apartment part of his patrol. But then, all of a sudden, he couldn’t see in her windows anymore. He’d had a moment of alarm before remembering that she was getting magical help as well. It was the only explanation he could think of for the strange opaqueness of all her windows.
So when she’d called and asked him to come over, he came by bike, out of uniform, and knocked on her front door. He would do what he could while she needed him. It wasn’t often Beckett asked for help, and he knew this was serious. This Moriarty guy had to be a real threat if Kate felt the need for company. It was hardly a trial, to spend more time with her, and Grace and Jaime could easily cover his patrols while he helped with this. So he’d come bearing take out, movies, and a willingness to do as little or as much comforting as needed.
Beckett had to undo every single lock on her door and her chain, too, in order to let him in. She smiled and kissed his cheek.
“Dinner,” she said happily. “You know the way to my heart.”
As soon as he was inside she did up the locks again. Every one.
“You like Thai, right?” He held the bag up and turned, letting her lock up before hooking a hand behind her neck to pull her into a kiss.
Dick gave her a soft, worried smile when it broke, keeping her close. “You okay?”
“Better now that you’re here. With Thai,” she said, doing her level best to not sound too relieved to not be alone. She knew she didn’t have to go through this alone but she wasn’t the kind of woman to fall apart. She was strong and stubborn and this wasn’t going to get to her. Even though it did.
“Come i-” she started, then cut it off in favor of catching his face and kissing him again. Dinner could wait for another minute or five.
Dick set the bag on the ground so he could lean down into the kiss, devoting both arms to wrapping around her slight frame, pulling her up against his chest. Strong and stubborn and no it wasn’t going to get to her, but she was allowed to be worried.
She was also allowed to take comfort however she wanted it. Dick would be more than happy to oblige.
Beckett purred with happiness and tension evaporated from her neck and back. Her stomach growled as the smell of the food filled the room but she didn’t let go of him right away. It took minutes before she stopped kissing him and backed away.
“I’m glad you’re here,” she said, smiling as she grabbed the bag and carried it to the kitchen. “I didn’t make any plans for the night. I’ve been staying in. This has killed my social life.”
Dick trailed after her, taking a moment to watch her ass in her jeans as she moved around the kitchen. “Me too,” he said after a pause, “and I’m here for the night if you want me. Tereus is on shift, but you know he can also come over if you want more company tomorrow.”
“As much as I’d like you both,” she said, flashing him a steamy look, “I think you’re fine. I’ve been monopolizing his time and he needs to be there for the squad. And I think that even without the mask, I’m safe.”
Dick was...dangerous. For all that he was romantic and sensual and unbelievably handsome, Beckett always knew what he was capable of. The streets were safer because of him and she felt safer just for having him here.
“Well, you’re always safe when I’m around,” he boasted, teasing, “because god knows you’re such a damsel in distress.” Dick joined her at the counter and started to unpack food. Soon the kitchen was full of the scent of spices and Dick was stepping back to the table to sit. “But you actually are doing okay, right?”
That crack made her laugh and broke the last of the tension she held. Damsel. Right.
“I’m doing okay,” she assured him. “I’m on edge, waiting for the next ‘gift’ to show up, waiting for new pictures to tell me when I was being watched and didn’t know. But it’s nothing outright threatening.” She took a deep breath. “But if this guy isn’t a loner, if he’s doing this by direction of Moriarty, I think it’s just a matter of time and that makes me nervous.”
“Well, the windows help,” he gestured, “even if it’s just an illusion of safety, they help.” He lifted an eyebrow at her, “certainly make it harder to spy on you.”
“You know, I’m going to take that as approval. I think it was money well spent. If you can’t peek in, no one can,” she said. Plates, forks...food. It was just like normal.
“Do you want me to open a bottle of wine? Beer would probably be better...” she said, mostly to herself even though she’d asked a question. She went to the fridge to fetch a couple bottles. As with most things, keeping busy kept her mind off what she didn’t want to think about.
Dick watched her go, trying to gauge stress levels. She was used to stress, her job made that inevitable, but it wasn’t every day you had a criminal mastermind attempting to drive you nuts.
Unless you were Nightwing.
“Beer would be great,” he said as she turned back toward him, “thanks. And it was approval. It was a good idea, even if it’s just discouraging. Anything that presents a resistant front to a stalker is good. Boundaries are important.”
“That was my thought. That, and I’m not letting this son of a bitch chase me out of my own home,” she said with a note of bitterness. “Tereus said I could go to his place but...this is my home.” She passed him his beer. “And when do I run from anything?”
“Not often,” Dick admitted fondly, taking the beer and reaching out to pull her down into another affectionate kiss. “It’s fucking badass, really.”
“Keep that up and dinner’s going to get cold,” she said, her body forming to his. He was absolutely magnetic and she had a hard time thinking of anything but being close to him when she was around him. He fogged things up in the best way.
“I like cold Thai food,” he murmured, arms sliding around her waist as he tugged her into his lap. She was irresistible, really, and he wasn’t about to put this off for food.
“Not surprised,” she said softly. She needed very little encouragement to kiss Dick more. She felt safe in his arms. Safe wasn’t quite the feeling she was searching for, though. She pressed tight against him and held on. Her kisses were slow and soft as she took her time to enjoy his lips, to inhale the scent of him until she wasn’t thinking of anything other than Dick.
After a moment of slow kisses, Dick pressed to his feet, sliding both hands under her butt to lift her with him. The food was sitting in bowls on the table, but he honestly didn’t care. Not breaking the kiss, he walked her into the living room, letting his hands slide down to her thighs instead, holding tight and guiding her legs around his waist.
Beckett couldn’t help but laugh softly. The ease with which he picked her up and carried her around like she was little more than a doll never ceased to amaze her. She was tall and long and had no trouble wrapping her self around him and hanging on.
“Where are you taking me?” she asked softly before tilting her head, ducking her chin, and devoting so real attention to kissing his neck while he moved.
“The bed,” he murmured, tipping his chin up as she ducked down, giving her more room for more kisses, never one to turn away attention like that. He shifted her slightly as he pushed the door to her bedroom open with one toe, crossing to the foot of the bed and easing her down onto her back, following without allowing much space between their bodies at all. “Any complaints?”
“Just one,” she replied, then took hold of the hem of her shirt and began to wiggle out of it while she kept her legs loosely wrapped around him.
“You’re overdressed,” she said. She did her level best to make it sound like more of a complaint than a statement.
Dick laughed quietly and pulled away from her enough that he could arch up to get his shirt off, tugging it over his head. His hands dropped to her jeans next, tugging them down her hips and pushing onto his knees so she had room to kick them off.
“I can fix that.”
The sheer amount of scars his body bore never ceased to amaze her. It made her feel as if her own were nothing in comparison. She shifted and twisted, trying to get out of her bra. Beckett wanted to be naked. Now. It was funny what she had patience for and what she didn’t.
She wasn’t alone in her impatience. Dick got his own jeans off while she struggled with her bra. As soon as his hands were free they were sliding up over her hips and stomach, eventually cupping her breasts as soon as the cloth was out of the way. He ducked to kiss her again, kneeling between her legs, and gave a soft hum of pleasure against her lips. Kate always managed to taste sweet somehow, and it was no different now.
“Dick,” she gasped softly, holding onto him lightly. Her nails raked against his skin. Her whole body arched up to him and pressed tight. The heat of his body poured through her and made her delirious.
How did they always wind up here? Didn’t she have any self control? No, she decided, not around Dick. Maybe that was why she’d kept him at arm’s length for as long as she had. He stripped her control from her and that was both frightening and thrilling.
“God,” he huffed against her throat, “I love it when you say my name like that.” She wasn’t the only one who’d been taken off guard by the way they reacted to each other. Dick was hardly new to loving more than one person at a time, but there was something about the way he and Tereus had fallen so hard that had felt all consuming. It had scared him, then, when Kate re-entered their lives, and he’d worried that he wouldn’t be able to love her like he should. But then he’d let her in, and there they were, drunk off each other.
Dick kissed down to the soft skin of her breasts, lavishing them with attention as his hands slid under her back, pressing up to lift her to his mouth. One palm flattened between her shoulder blades, the other shifting so he could brace himself on the bed over her, muscle shifting under skin as he moved.
“Dick, god,” she breathed, gasping faster and clutching at him harder. His hand against her back did things to her she couldn’t begin to explain. Just that touch made her feel wanted. Needed. It made her arch for more and made her eager to take everything he’d give.
Beckett took hold of his hair and held him to her breast, her eyes fluttering closed as the ministrations of his tongue made her body spark with pleasure. “God, Dick, oh,” she babbled, her whole body tightening up and aching for more.
Dick sucked and nibbled eagerly for a long moment before breaking away and sliding lower. He left wet kisses over her stomach, her hip and her thigh, teasing until he could feel her tremble. Wriggling onto his stomach, he clamped his hands behind her knees, spreading her legs for him so he could bury his mouth between them, never once dislodging her hand from his hair.
She gasped loudly at the first touch of his mouth. Both hands buried into his hair and she pulled, but not to get him away. She held him in place and tilted her hips, her body begging for what she couldn’t get her mouth to say. Beckett drew one leg up higher and her heel found purchase on the bed, just enough that she had the leverage to rise just a little more to meet his tongue.
Dick hummed, pleased, and dived into the task at hand. He did everything enthusiastically, without holding back, without self consciousness, and this was no different. His hands stroked up the backs of her thighs and back down again to the curve of her ass in a steady pet as he licked and sucked, painfully turned on by the way she held him to the task. He could feel the rise of her hips, the way she pressed into his mouth and it made him moan, the sound vibrating through sensitive flesh.
He knew her body so well and between his tongue and voice and the fact that she held him and rose at just the right pace it wasn’t long before she could feel the tension right there, the edge coming up fast...
She cried out loudly as she came, her thighs trembling and her fingers curling tightly in his hair. She couldn’t decide between trying to pull away and rising for more and so she rolled her hips in an attempt to do both. Beckett whispered his name like a mantra until the force of it ebbed and she melted into the bed.
Dick wasn’t about to stop there. He gave her a minute to breathe, but kept his head resting against her thigh, panting softly over soft skin. He smiled up at her, licking his lips and stroking her stomach affectionately.
Without another word, he sealed his lips back over her clit, sucking gently. He didn’t want to hurt her, but she wasn’t trembling nearly enough for his liking, even if he could feel her shake under his hands.
“Jesus...fuck, Dick!” she gasped, her legs starting to shake then. She could feel it all the way up to her throat, making her tighten up again, making her nipples demand attention. Beckett let go of her hair so she could cup her breasts and try, fruitlessly, to quell the need by rolling and pinching her nipples. Obscenities rolled off her tongue and it was no wonder she had a mouth that foul. The way the boys at the station talked it was a wonder her words weren’t worse.
It was only until her legs clamped around his head that Dick pulled away, pressing her thighs down to the bed if only so he could escape. He was grinning when he moved back up her body, eventually ducking his head to kiss her obscenely, letting her taste herself on his lips. Seeing her so completely sated actually took the edge off his need, but he was still hard against her thigh, the kiss was still messy and deep.
She clung to him, drinking the taste of herself from his tongue. She moaned softly and whimpered a little as she arched against him. Then she brought her leg up, higher and higher, just to wrap it around his waist.
“I’m done,” she said against his lips. “We can go to sleep. Or have dinner...” She was teasing, of course. Her smile gave her away just as much as the way she moved her body against his. She was almost in a good position to roll them over, but not quite. She was at the wrong angle.
“You’re such a tease,” he said as he eased himself down over her with a soft groan, comfortably draping over her, elbows braced on the bed, “but at least I know you’re teasing.”
“Would I tease?” she asked innocently. She pressed closer and there was no teasing in the way she moved her body. All he’d done was wind her up for more. The edge was off and she wouldn’t be frantic, which was good. She’d take her time and enjoy him for as long as she possibly could.
“Hell yeah you would.” Dick let his weight rest on her for a moment before doing the rolling for her, twisting them until she was sprawled over him instead. He lifted his head to kiss over her throat, both hands sliding down the smooth curve of her back to her ass, wanting to encourage the slow roll of her hips.
She writhed a little, her hips moving fluidliy. Grinding against him was torture, sensitive as she was. It made her ache for more, though. She was in no mood to stop.
“We should get a condom,” she said but then made no move to do so. She was enjoying the torturous pleasure of winding him up. Her hands splayed on his chest and she pushed up, slick skin sliding across his cock. He was so hot and hard and right there, but there was very little that could make her forget to be safe.
“We should,” he said thoughtfully as his hands came down to cup her ass, fingers dipping low between her legs as she moved. She looked incredibly sitting up over him like that, hair around her shoulders, hooded eyes trained on him. Dick licked his lips, feeling a little more urgency in his grip on her.
“We should,” she gasped but she was too distracted to make a grab for one herself. Between the touch of his fingers and the feeling of him hard against her, Beckett could only let her eyes flutter shut and start to move. She was only winding herself up, frustrating herself as she ached to have him inside her. All she could hope was that she was driving him just as crazy.
Breathless and entranced, Dick let his hands glide over every inch of skin he could reach, up her back and over her shoulders, down to her breasts where his thumbs brushed over her nipples, rolling them gently against the pad of his finger, smiling when he felt her shudder.
“Get a condom, Kate,” he murmured, dropping one hand to press against her stomach, then sitting up slightly so he could seal his lips over the nipple he’d just been teasing.
“You’re making it hard to do anything,” she laughed breathlessly. Beckett enjoyed the feeling of his mouth for a minute and then she reached up to his shoulders and shoved him down to the bed again.
“Behave,” she said with a smile. She stretched and reached and grabbed a condom, then moved more so she could get him dressed. Once it was on she didn’t hesitate. Beckett straddled him and impaled herself on the hard flesh, moaning loudly as he filled her an inch at a time.
Dick groaned, stomach pulling tight as she slid over him. He strained up, hooking an arm around her waist if only to hold himself close. The shove she’d given him had stolen his breath, and now he had no time to get it back. He gulped hard, eyes gone dark and hazy with desire, all signs of his teasing charm subsumed into naked arousal.
She began to move slowly, rising and dropping with just her legs for a minute. Then she laid her hands on his chest and teased his nipples with her fingertips.
“You look so good like this,” she said, rolling her hips and baring down to take him as deeply as she could. “So good, Dick. God...” It was delicious, the whole thing. Feeling him and seeing him and hearing every sound, every gasp.
His hands returned to her hips as he eased himself back to the bed and let her move. As usual, they felt large holding her like that, fingers resting against the curve of her ass, thumbs bracketing her hip bones. She moved smoothly and he could feel each shift of muscle as she took him deep and it made his eyes roll up into the back of his head, moaning softly. Dick’s back arched, head tipped to the side as he lost himself.
She began to move faster, rising and falling over him and rolling her hips to get just the right kind of friction. Beckett gasped again and again until she was lightheaded and dizzy- and still she kept going.
“Dick,” she said breathlessly. “Dick, baby, come on. Fuck me. Do it.” She was just babbling. Short words. Pointed ideas. Her hair was a curtain around her shoulders and sweat had the fine wisps near her forehead plastered to her face.
Dick loved it when she rode him. There was something particularly sexy about her taking charge, about how demanding she was when they were together. He never tired of it.
He did take her words to heart, though. A few minutes passed, without her letting up or going quiet, and he sat up to roll them quickly, never sliding out of her body. She held to him, her strength always remarkable, and Dick started a fast pace to match the one she had set. Moaning, he braced himself enough that he could look down at her, letting his head drop to catch her mouth in another breathless kiss, his hips thrusting relentlessly.
Beckett gasped into the kiss and moaned when she felt the slide of his tongue against hers. She held on with arms and legs, moving with him, against him, scratching and pulling and clinging. She was slick with sweat and her heart raced and the only word in her mind was more.
And then he hit just right and she gasped loudly, arched back, and tensed all over. But he didn’t stop and she didn’t want him to stop, ever. Pleasure coursed through her in waves, crashing only to build and crash again.
Dick cursed vividly as he came hard, the pulsing clench of her body around him enough to blow the top off his head. He thrust through his orgasm, moving them both up the bed as they rocked together. They were both slick with sweat, panting hard, and Dick had to drop down to one elbow, his arms shaking as he fought to keep from collapsing over her completely.
“Jesus, Kate,” he laughed breathlessly.
Her breathing was tight, little gasps coming one on top of the other, but after a moment she laughed, too. Holding onto him just a little tighter, Beckett smiled while the tension in her body ebbed and faded and left her boneless and useless. She let her legs drop and then shook a bit.
“God, Dick,” she said softly. “That was...”
It was amazing. It was always amazing. The speed and passion and heat of it all, it rose up and overtook her every single time he was around. It was hard to think of things like dinner or dancing or movies or anything when all she had on her mind when she was around him was winding up like this, laying in a sweaty tangle of sated bodies and tired limbs.
“Yup,” he said as he rolled to the side. He took a deep breath, still grinning, and just enjoyed the tingle for a moment, lying flat on his back. In a moment, he would have to get up to clean up, get some water, bring the food up to her room, but for now he was just going to enjoy the tingle.
“We should get dinner,” she said, still breathless. Should, maybe, but she didn’t move. She wasn’t sure she was coordinated enough to walk. After a moment she rolled to drape her arm across him.
“I think...” she started but her statement was broken by the ring of her doorbell. She blinked a couple times and then looked to the bedroom doorway.
“Shit,” she said, then moved to get up so she could grab her robe to answer the door. She didn’t have time to pay attention to the way her thighs quivered.
Dick groaned. That meant he was going to have to put on pants to go to the bathroom. He hauled himself out of bed as she went to the door, reaching lazily for his jeans. Condom removed, he pulled them on and ducked into the bathroom before going out to join her, drying his hands on a towel.
“Who is it?”
She stood there in her robe holding a large yellow envelope. It was the same as she’d been getting. She looked stricken as her eyes met Dick’s.
“No one,” she said. “No one was at the door. Just this, shoved underneath.”
She didn’t want to look. She knew what was inside. Pictures of her doing...god knew what. That they were of her was unnerving enough.
Dick frowned heavily, sliding his hand over her shoulders and extending the other in an offer to take the envelope. “Want me to take care of that?” He didn’t want her looking in them either. “There’s no need for you to see them unless you absolutely have to, Kate.”
“I have to give it to Sherlock,” she said quietly. “I’ve been giving him everything.”
Slowly she opened it and pulled out pictures of her in the precinct, taken through a window. Window washer, she thought, or someone on a fire escape...but how would they not notice that?
“I’m so tired of this, Dick,” Beckett said quietly, barely a ghost of her strength visible as she held the envelope.
Dick took the pictures and the envelope from her, slipping them back out of sight before setting them on the hall table. He took her hands as soon as his were free again, pulling her into a gentle hug. “We’ll fix it. I promise. We’ll make it go away.”
She took a deep breath, exhaled slowly, and nodded. She didn’t want to think abotu ot. For a few wonderful minutes she hadn’t been worried about any of it. It had just been Dick and contact and perfect passion. She didn’t want to let this ruin it.
“We have cold Thai,” she said, changing the subject. The pictures, the whole mess, it could all wait.
“Cold Thai is perfect,” Dick said softly, but not letting her pull away just yet. He tugged her closer, bending to press a kiss to her brow. He hated that she didn’t feel safe in her own house, that she’d been forced to frost her windows, that she was getting envelopes under her door that made her tense up as though she’d been hit by an electric shock. He was trying to keep from getting angry, not sure it would help him, but he was sure it was visible in the line of his shoulders.
It was more comfortable at home now, knowing no one could see into her place. She could see out just fine, but trying to look inside was like trying to look through fog or frosted glass. Nothing to see here, move along. She wondered once, briefly, if it had startled Nightwing.
Still, she didn’t like being alone, jumping at every noise and constantly worrying. She didn’t like to admit she was truly scared. She’d called Dick to see if he could come over, if he’d take just one night off and stay with her whenever he could. She knew he would, she had no doubt about that. It was just a matter of when.
It had startled Nightwing. He’d been checking on her nightly, since she’d told him what was happening, making her apartment part of his patrol. But then, all of a sudden, he couldn’t see in her windows anymore. He’d had a moment of alarm before remembering that she was getting magical help as well. It was the only explanation he could think of for the strange opaqueness of all her windows.
So when she’d called and asked him to come over, he came by bike, out of uniform, and knocked on her front door. He would do what he could while she needed him. It wasn’t often Beckett asked for help, and he knew this was serious. This Moriarty guy had to be a real threat if Kate felt the need for company. It was hardly a trial, to spend more time with her, and Grace and Jaime could easily cover his patrols while he helped with this. So he’d come bearing take out, movies, and a willingness to do as little or as much comforting as needed.
Beckett had to undo every single lock on her door and her chain, too, in order to let him in. She smiled and kissed his cheek.
“Dinner,” she said happily. “You know the way to my heart.”
As soon as he was inside she did up the locks again. Every one.
“You like Thai, right?” He held the bag up and turned, letting her lock up before hooking a hand behind her neck to pull her into a kiss.
Dick gave her a soft, worried smile when it broke, keeping her close. “You okay?”
“Better now that you’re here. With Thai,” she said, doing her level best to not sound too relieved to not be alone. She knew she didn’t have to go through this alone but she wasn’t the kind of woman to fall apart. She was strong and stubborn and this wasn’t going to get to her. Even though it did.
“Come i-” she started, then cut it off in favor of catching his face and kissing him again. Dinner could wait for another minute or five.
Dick set the bag on the ground so he could lean down into the kiss, devoting both arms to wrapping around her slight frame, pulling her up against his chest. Strong and stubborn and no it wasn’t going to get to her, but she was allowed to be worried.
She was also allowed to take comfort however she wanted it. Dick would be more than happy to oblige.
Beckett purred with happiness and tension evaporated from her neck and back. Her stomach growled as the smell of the food filled the room but she didn’t let go of him right away. It took minutes before she stopped kissing him and backed away.
“I’m glad you’re here,” she said, smiling as she grabbed the bag and carried it to the kitchen. “I didn’t make any plans for the night. I’ve been staying in. This has killed my social life.”
Dick trailed after her, taking a moment to watch her ass in her jeans as she moved around the kitchen. “Me too,” he said after a pause, “and I’m here for the night if you want me. Tereus is on shift, but you know he can also come over if you want more company tomorrow.”
“As much as I’d like you both,” she said, flashing him a steamy look, “I think you’re fine. I’ve been monopolizing his time and he needs to be there for the squad. And I think that even without the mask, I’m safe.”
Dick was...dangerous. For all that he was romantic and sensual and unbelievably handsome, Beckett always knew what he was capable of. The streets were safer because of him and she felt safer just for having him here.
“Well, you’re always safe when I’m around,” he boasted, teasing, “because god knows you’re such a damsel in distress.” Dick joined her at the counter and started to unpack food. Soon the kitchen was full of the scent of spices and Dick was stepping back to the table to sit. “But you actually are doing okay, right?”
That crack made her laugh and broke the last of the tension she held. Damsel. Right.
“I’m doing okay,” she assured him. “I’m on edge, waiting for the next ‘gift’ to show up, waiting for new pictures to tell me when I was being watched and didn’t know. But it’s nothing outright threatening.” She took a deep breath. “But if this guy isn’t a loner, if he’s doing this by direction of Moriarty, I think it’s just a matter of time and that makes me nervous.”
“Well, the windows help,” he gestured, “even if it’s just an illusion of safety, they help.” He lifted an eyebrow at her, “certainly make it harder to spy on you.”
“You know, I’m going to take that as approval. I think it was money well spent. If you can’t peek in, no one can,” she said. Plates, forks...food. It was just like normal.
“Do you want me to open a bottle of wine? Beer would probably be better...” she said, mostly to herself even though she’d asked a question. She went to the fridge to fetch a couple bottles. As with most things, keeping busy kept her mind off what she didn’t want to think about.
Dick watched her go, trying to gauge stress levels. She was used to stress, her job made that inevitable, but it wasn’t every day you had a criminal mastermind attempting to drive you nuts.
Unless you were Nightwing.
“Beer would be great,” he said as she turned back toward him, “thanks. And it was approval. It was a good idea, even if it’s just discouraging. Anything that presents a resistant front to a stalker is good. Boundaries are important.”
“That was my thought. That, and I’m not letting this son of a bitch chase me out of my own home,” she said with a note of bitterness. “Tereus said I could go to his place but...this is my home.” She passed him his beer. “And when do I run from anything?”
“Not often,” Dick admitted fondly, taking the beer and reaching out to pull her down into another affectionate kiss. “It’s fucking badass, really.”
“Keep that up and dinner’s going to get cold,” she said, her body forming to his. He was absolutely magnetic and she had a hard time thinking of anything but being close to him when she was around him. He fogged things up in the best way.
“I like cold Thai food,” he murmured, arms sliding around her waist as he tugged her into his lap. She was irresistible, really, and he wasn’t about to put this off for food.
“Not surprised,” she said softly. She needed very little encouragement to kiss Dick more. She felt safe in his arms. Safe wasn’t quite the feeling she was searching for, though. She pressed tight against him and held on. Her kisses were slow and soft as she took her time to enjoy his lips, to inhale the scent of him until she wasn’t thinking of anything other than Dick.
After a moment of slow kisses, Dick pressed to his feet, sliding both hands under her butt to lift her with him. The food was sitting in bowls on the table, but he honestly didn’t care. Not breaking the kiss, he walked her into the living room, letting his hands slide down to her thighs instead, holding tight and guiding her legs around his waist.
Beckett couldn’t help but laugh softly. The ease with which he picked her up and carried her around like she was little more than a doll never ceased to amaze her. She was tall and long and had no trouble wrapping her self around him and hanging on.
“Where are you taking me?” she asked softly before tilting her head, ducking her chin, and devoting so real attention to kissing his neck while he moved.
“The bed,” he murmured, tipping his chin up as she ducked down, giving her more room for more kisses, never one to turn away attention like that. He shifted her slightly as he pushed the door to her bedroom open with one toe, crossing to the foot of the bed and easing her down onto her back, following without allowing much space between their bodies at all. “Any complaints?”
“Just one,” she replied, then took hold of the hem of her shirt and began to wiggle out of it while she kept her legs loosely wrapped around him.
“You’re overdressed,” she said. She did her level best to make it sound like more of a complaint than a statement.
Dick laughed quietly and pulled away from her enough that he could arch up to get his shirt off, tugging it over his head. His hands dropped to her jeans next, tugging them down her hips and pushing onto his knees so she had room to kick them off.
“I can fix that.”
The sheer amount of scars his body bore never ceased to amaze her. It made her feel as if her own were nothing in comparison. She shifted and twisted, trying to get out of her bra. Beckett wanted to be naked. Now. It was funny what she had patience for and what she didn’t.
She wasn’t alone in her impatience. Dick got his own jeans off while she struggled with her bra. As soon as his hands were free they were sliding up over her hips and stomach, eventually cupping her breasts as soon as the cloth was out of the way. He ducked to kiss her again, kneeling between her legs, and gave a soft hum of pleasure against her lips. Kate always managed to taste sweet somehow, and it was no different now.
“Dick,” she gasped softly, holding onto him lightly. Her nails raked against his skin. Her whole body arched up to him and pressed tight. The heat of his body poured through her and made her delirious.
How did they always wind up here? Didn’t she have any self control? No, she decided, not around Dick. Maybe that was why she’d kept him at arm’s length for as long as she had. He stripped her control from her and that was both frightening and thrilling.
“God,” he huffed against her throat, “I love it when you say my name like that.” She wasn’t the only one who’d been taken off guard by the way they reacted to each other. Dick was hardly new to loving more than one person at a time, but there was something about the way he and Tereus had fallen so hard that had felt all consuming. It had scared him, then, when Kate re-entered their lives, and he’d worried that he wouldn’t be able to love her like he should. But then he’d let her in, and there they were, drunk off each other.
Dick kissed down to the soft skin of her breasts, lavishing them with attention as his hands slid under her back, pressing up to lift her to his mouth. One palm flattened between her shoulder blades, the other shifting so he could brace himself on the bed over her, muscle shifting under skin as he moved.
“Dick, god,” she breathed, gasping faster and clutching at him harder. His hand against her back did things to her she couldn’t begin to explain. Just that touch made her feel wanted. Needed. It made her arch for more and made her eager to take everything he’d give.
Beckett took hold of his hair and held him to her breast, her eyes fluttering closed as the ministrations of his tongue made her body spark with pleasure. “God, Dick, oh,” she babbled, her whole body tightening up and aching for more.
Dick sucked and nibbled eagerly for a long moment before breaking away and sliding lower. He left wet kisses over her stomach, her hip and her thigh, teasing until he could feel her tremble. Wriggling onto his stomach, he clamped his hands behind her knees, spreading her legs for him so he could bury his mouth between them, never once dislodging her hand from his hair.
She gasped loudly at the first touch of his mouth. Both hands buried into his hair and she pulled, but not to get him away. She held him in place and tilted her hips, her body begging for what she couldn’t get her mouth to say. Beckett drew one leg up higher and her heel found purchase on the bed, just enough that she had the leverage to rise just a little more to meet his tongue.
Dick hummed, pleased, and dived into the task at hand. He did everything enthusiastically, without holding back, without self consciousness, and this was no different. His hands stroked up the backs of her thighs and back down again to the curve of her ass in a steady pet as he licked and sucked, painfully turned on by the way she held him to the task. He could feel the rise of her hips, the way she pressed into his mouth and it made him moan, the sound vibrating through sensitive flesh.
He knew her body so well and between his tongue and voice and the fact that she held him and rose at just the right pace it wasn’t long before she could feel the tension right there, the edge coming up fast...
She cried out loudly as she came, her thighs trembling and her fingers curling tightly in his hair. She couldn’t decide between trying to pull away and rising for more and so she rolled her hips in an attempt to do both. Beckett whispered his name like a mantra until the force of it ebbed and she melted into the bed.
Dick wasn’t about to stop there. He gave her a minute to breathe, but kept his head resting against her thigh, panting softly over soft skin. He smiled up at her, licking his lips and stroking her stomach affectionately.
Without another word, he sealed his lips back over her clit, sucking gently. He didn’t want to hurt her, but she wasn’t trembling nearly enough for his liking, even if he could feel her shake under his hands.
“Jesus...fuck, Dick!” she gasped, her legs starting to shake then. She could feel it all the way up to her throat, making her tighten up again, making her nipples demand attention. Beckett let go of her hair so she could cup her breasts and try, fruitlessly, to quell the need by rolling and pinching her nipples. Obscenities rolled off her tongue and it was no wonder she had a mouth that foul. The way the boys at the station talked it was a wonder her words weren’t worse.
It was only until her legs clamped around his head that Dick pulled away, pressing her thighs down to the bed if only so he could escape. He was grinning when he moved back up her body, eventually ducking his head to kiss her obscenely, letting her taste herself on his lips. Seeing her so completely sated actually took the edge off his need, but he was still hard against her thigh, the kiss was still messy and deep.
She clung to him, drinking the taste of herself from his tongue. She moaned softly and whimpered a little as she arched against him. Then she brought her leg up, higher and higher, just to wrap it around his waist.
“I’m done,” she said against his lips. “We can go to sleep. Or have dinner...” She was teasing, of course. Her smile gave her away just as much as the way she moved her body against his. She was almost in a good position to roll them over, but not quite. She was at the wrong angle.
“You’re such a tease,” he said as he eased himself down over her with a soft groan, comfortably draping over her, elbows braced on the bed, “but at least I know you’re teasing.”
“Would I tease?” she asked innocently. She pressed closer and there was no teasing in the way she moved her body. All he’d done was wind her up for more. The edge was off and she wouldn’t be frantic, which was good. She’d take her time and enjoy him for as long as she possibly could.
“Hell yeah you would.” Dick let his weight rest on her for a moment before doing the rolling for her, twisting them until she was sprawled over him instead. He lifted his head to kiss over her throat, both hands sliding down the smooth curve of her back to her ass, wanting to encourage the slow roll of her hips.
She writhed a little, her hips moving fluidliy. Grinding against him was torture, sensitive as she was. It made her ache for more, though. She was in no mood to stop.
“We should get a condom,” she said but then made no move to do so. She was enjoying the torturous pleasure of winding him up. Her hands splayed on his chest and she pushed up, slick skin sliding across his cock. He was so hot and hard and right there, but there was very little that could make her forget to be safe.
“We should,” he said thoughtfully as his hands came down to cup her ass, fingers dipping low between her legs as she moved. She looked incredibly sitting up over him like that, hair around her shoulders, hooded eyes trained on him. Dick licked his lips, feeling a little more urgency in his grip on her.
“We should,” she gasped but she was too distracted to make a grab for one herself. Between the touch of his fingers and the feeling of him hard against her, Beckett could only let her eyes flutter shut and start to move. She was only winding herself up, frustrating herself as she ached to have him inside her. All she could hope was that she was driving him just as crazy.
Breathless and entranced, Dick let his hands glide over every inch of skin he could reach, up her back and over her shoulders, down to her breasts where his thumbs brushed over her nipples, rolling them gently against the pad of his finger, smiling when he felt her shudder.
“Get a condom, Kate,” he murmured, dropping one hand to press against her stomach, then sitting up slightly so he could seal his lips over the nipple he’d just been teasing.
“You’re making it hard to do anything,” she laughed breathlessly. Beckett enjoyed the feeling of his mouth for a minute and then she reached up to his shoulders and shoved him down to the bed again.
“Behave,” she said with a smile. She stretched and reached and grabbed a condom, then moved more so she could get him dressed. Once it was on she didn’t hesitate. Beckett straddled him and impaled herself on the hard flesh, moaning loudly as he filled her an inch at a time.
Dick groaned, stomach pulling tight as she slid over him. He strained up, hooking an arm around her waist if only to hold himself close. The shove she’d given him had stolen his breath, and now he had no time to get it back. He gulped hard, eyes gone dark and hazy with desire, all signs of his teasing charm subsumed into naked arousal.
She began to move slowly, rising and dropping with just her legs for a minute. Then she laid her hands on his chest and teased his nipples with her fingertips.
“You look so good like this,” she said, rolling her hips and baring down to take him as deeply as she could. “So good, Dick. God...” It was delicious, the whole thing. Feeling him and seeing him and hearing every sound, every gasp.
His hands returned to her hips as he eased himself back to the bed and let her move. As usual, they felt large holding her like that, fingers resting against the curve of her ass, thumbs bracketing her hip bones. She moved smoothly and he could feel each shift of muscle as she took him deep and it made his eyes roll up into the back of his head, moaning softly. Dick’s back arched, head tipped to the side as he lost himself.
She began to move faster, rising and falling over him and rolling her hips to get just the right kind of friction. Beckett gasped again and again until she was lightheaded and dizzy- and still she kept going.
“Dick,” she said breathlessly. “Dick, baby, come on. Fuck me. Do it.” She was just babbling. Short words. Pointed ideas. Her hair was a curtain around her shoulders and sweat had the fine wisps near her forehead plastered to her face.
Dick loved it when she rode him. There was something particularly sexy about her taking charge, about how demanding she was when they were together. He never tired of it.
He did take her words to heart, though. A few minutes passed, without her letting up or going quiet, and he sat up to roll them quickly, never sliding out of her body. She held to him, her strength always remarkable, and Dick started a fast pace to match the one she had set. Moaning, he braced himself enough that he could look down at her, letting his head drop to catch her mouth in another breathless kiss, his hips thrusting relentlessly.
Beckett gasped into the kiss and moaned when she felt the slide of his tongue against hers. She held on with arms and legs, moving with him, against him, scratching and pulling and clinging. She was slick with sweat and her heart raced and the only word in her mind was more.
And then he hit just right and she gasped loudly, arched back, and tensed all over. But he didn’t stop and she didn’t want him to stop, ever. Pleasure coursed through her in waves, crashing only to build and crash again.
Dick cursed vividly as he came hard, the pulsing clench of her body around him enough to blow the top off his head. He thrust through his orgasm, moving them both up the bed as they rocked together. They were both slick with sweat, panting hard, and Dick had to drop down to one elbow, his arms shaking as he fought to keep from collapsing over her completely.
“Jesus, Kate,” he laughed breathlessly.
Her breathing was tight, little gasps coming one on top of the other, but after a moment she laughed, too. Holding onto him just a little tighter, Beckett smiled while the tension in her body ebbed and faded and left her boneless and useless. She let her legs drop and then shook a bit.
“God, Dick,” she said softly. “That was...”
It was amazing. It was always amazing. The speed and passion and heat of it all, it rose up and overtook her every single time he was around. It was hard to think of things like dinner or dancing or movies or anything when all she had on her mind when she was around him was winding up like this, laying in a sweaty tangle of sated bodies and tired limbs.
“Yup,” he said as he rolled to the side. He took a deep breath, still grinning, and just enjoyed the tingle for a moment, lying flat on his back. In a moment, he would have to get up to clean up, get some water, bring the food up to her room, but for now he was just going to enjoy the tingle.
“We should get dinner,” she said, still breathless. Should, maybe, but she didn’t move. She wasn’t sure she was coordinated enough to walk. After a moment she rolled to drape her arm across him.
“I think...” she started but her statement was broken by the ring of her doorbell. She blinked a couple times and then looked to the bedroom doorway.
“Shit,” she said, then moved to get up so she could grab her robe to answer the door. She didn’t have time to pay attention to the way her thighs quivered.
Dick groaned. That meant he was going to have to put on pants to go to the bathroom. He hauled himself out of bed as she went to the door, reaching lazily for his jeans. Condom removed, he pulled them on and ducked into the bathroom before going out to join her, drying his hands on a towel.
“Who is it?”
She stood there in her robe holding a large yellow envelope. It was the same as she’d been getting. She looked stricken as her eyes met Dick’s.
“No one,” she said. “No one was at the door. Just this, shoved underneath.”
She didn’t want to look. She knew what was inside. Pictures of her doing...god knew what. That they were of her was unnerving enough.
Dick frowned heavily, sliding his hand over her shoulders and extending the other in an offer to take the envelope. “Want me to take care of that?” He didn’t want her looking in them either. “There’s no need for you to see them unless you absolutely have to, Kate.”
“I have to give it to Sherlock,” she said quietly. “I’ve been giving him everything.”
Slowly she opened it and pulled out pictures of her in the precinct, taken through a window. Window washer, she thought, or someone on a fire escape...but how would they not notice that?
“I’m so tired of this, Dick,” Beckett said quietly, barely a ghost of her strength visible as she held the envelope.
Dick took the pictures and the envelope from her, slipping them back out of sight before setting them on the hall table. He took her hands as soon as his were free again, pulling her into a gentle hug. “We’ll fix it. I promise. We’ll make it go away.”
She took a deep breath, exhaled slowly, and nodded. She didn’t want to think abotu ot. For a few wonderful minutes she hadn’t been worried about any of it. It had just been Dick and contact and perfect passion. She didn’t want to let this ruin it.
“We have cold Thai,” she said, changing the subject. The pictures, the whole mess, it could all wait.
“Cold Thai is perfect,” Dick said softly, but not letting her pull away just yet. He tugged her closer, bending to press a kiss to her brow. He hated that she didn’t feel safe in her own house, that she’d been forced to frost her windows, that she was getting envelopes under her door that made her tense up as though she’d been hit by an electric shock. He was trying to keep from getting angry, not sure it would help him, but he was sure it was visible in the line of his shoulders.
