Hello there.

Agent Dale Cooper has always done things in a very particular manner. He takes his time in everything he does… No stone left unturned… No detail left unaccounted for…

And when it comes to loving you, there’s no exception. You intimidate him, moreso than any criminal or investigation. Dale finds himself at a loss of ways to handle you sometimes. Just a flash of your smile is all it takes for his heart to melt. He’s utterly devoted to you.

You met him after his time in Twin Peaks, and he hadn’t needed to leave his home for that long since. Either way, Cooper was not immune to late nights and mugs of black coffee. When he has free time, though, it’s spent with you.

That’s why he had been planning today for a while. Dale’s a romantic at heart. There’s nothing he loves more than a cheesy, sickeningly-sweet date night. Any time you’ve done something similar for him, you swear he’ll power through the next top-secret-FBI-all-nighter without coffee.

The only issue is that you’ve been waiting all day for something that’ll tell you what he’s got planned.

“Dale, honey, can you give me a hint? I can’t get dressed without knowing where we’re going.” You sat on the edge of your bed, eyeing him as he laid out his own outfit.

“Anything you wear will look incredible, sweetheart,” he said, leaning over to peck your cheek. “I can’t give you a hint, but if you really want a suggestion, this might work.” He pulls out a dress you hadn’t seen before, and you realize he had bought it just for tonight.

“Oh…” You gasped, feeling the soft fabric between your fingertips. “This is beautiful… I don’t know what to say.”

You can feel his eyes on you. He has the widest smile, barely containing the excitement he had. “I’m glad you like it.”

“I really love it.” You said before kissing him quick. “Thank you.” The dress falls on your body perfectly when you put it on. The fabric, navy blue with a glitter of the same color, feels luxuriously soft. Wherever you’re going, you can’t wait to wear it out.

Dale tries to make his glances over to you less obvious until he has to help you tie the straps. He leans down, peppering your neck with light kisses. When he hears you giggle it’s like he’s being brought to life.

You turn to face him once he’s done, his puppy eyes making you melt under his gaze. “It… Seems I found something that highlights your beauty.” The words fall out of his mouth like he wasn’t entirely sure if it was him speaking. He looks at you with hearts in his eyes. A light blush spreads over your face. Dale is no stranger to flirting, especially around you. He’d like to think he turns into an irresistable, smooth-talking Romeo, and in your eyes he does. But really, it’s the way he stumbles over his words. The way he calls you honey, babydoll, sweetheart… How he can’t keep his hands off of you if he can help it (and he usually can’t).

“Thank you, love.” You place a kiss on his cheek. “Are you going to tell me what we’re doing?”

“Patience, y/n! But you’ll love it. Promise.”

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Dale takes you to a lake, illuminated by a brilliantly bright full moon and hundreds of glittering stars. Everything seems to glow.

You’re in awe at how the park lights up in a way the sun can’t achieve. “What are we doing here?”

“Stargazing, Y/n. It’s a warm July night, the sky is practically begging to be studied by two…” He smiles like he knows the joke he’s about to make is an awful one. “…Star-crossed lovers.”

You crinkle your nose before letting out a poorly-contained laugh. “Oh ha-ha, aren’t you funny.”

Dale leads you to a perfect spot to stargaze. He lays out a large blanket and basket amidst a clearing in the park, just a few yards away from the lake. He says he has one more thing, then makes his way back to the car while you unpack the basket.

A bottle of wine, two glasses, and a container of strawberries now rest neatly on the blanketed surface. He comes back with a book on stargazing, and a telescope.

Once the telescope is set up, you both sit down and admire the stars.

“I can’t believe you planned all of this!” You say, watching him pour the wine.

“I thought you’d like it.” He says, handing you a glass. “I think you might see the Big Dipper somewhere.”

“I didn’t know you liked the stars so much.”

“I love to watch them, but I don’t know much.” He taps the book, its pages open on your laps. “That’s why I brought this.”

It’s a perfect night. Not humid, and warm enough to not need a jacket. There’s a quiet chorus of crickets and frogs chirping away in the dark. You could stay here studying every single star with him forever and you’d never get tired.

The book offers facts on constellations not currently in the sky, some you never even knew existed. You take turns looking at the moon through the telescope and flipping through the pages. Dale reads everything he finds interesting out loud to you. It’s endearing, the way he becomes so focused. He wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you close. You feel him place a kiss on the top of your head.

You’ve settled into him, reading through the book together quietly. The chirping of the animals seems more distant now. It’s quiet and serene, a night both of you are in need of. You’re unsure of how much time has gone by, or how much wine you two have had. You reach for the strawberries and break the peaceful silence first. “The sky’s so clear tonight. I’ve never seen the stars so well.”

“It’s the clearest night we’ve had all month. Had to track the weather for weeks.” Dale is unashamedly proud of his success in planning this, though he’s mostly excited you’re enjoying it so much. “I mean… I would have checked it anyways, but this time it was for something important.”

“Oh…” You absentmindedly place a hand on his thigh, a smirk on your face. “I didn’t know you were an agent and a weatherman.”

He chuckles, moonlight highlighting his smile. “It’s the most excruciating part of being in the FBI… Checking the weather all the time.” His eyes meet yours before briefly glancing at your lips.

“Oh I’m sure,” You tease, playing along with him. “Catching bad guys is the easy part.”

This is how it goes. You dance around each other, flirting and teasing like you’re strangers in a bar until it becomes unbearable. Dale watches as you look through the telescope again, his eyes moving down to the way the fabric of your dress falls on your body when you sit on your knees. The glitter shines, and he thinks you look like some sort of sparkly angel. You make him nervous as if he’s falling in love all over again.

“You want another look?” You ask, realizing you might’ve been hogging the telescope.

“I have a pretty good view where I am, sweetheart.”

Your face gets hot, a bashful smile spreading across your face. “I mean at the moon!”

Dale leans in, but not to look at the moon. At this point in the night his mind isn’t on the sky, it’s on you. More than it already is. “I’m alright. I’ve got all the stars I want to see right here.” He whispers. His eyes flicker to your lips again.

Before he can move, you kiss him. Your hand cups his face, and you feel him hold it against his cheek. It’s quick, but it feels like you haven’t kissed him in forever. “You’re so beautiful,” He whispers. “More than any planet or moon in the sky.”

You’ve come undone. The way he talks to you makes you feel like a character in a romance novel, and it works. A little too well. Suddenly you feel warm and fuzzy in a way that makes it hard to ignore how desperately you want him. Heat pools in your center as you try to conjure up a response.

It’s hard to focus when he’s so close, when all you see is the way the moonlight falls onto his lashes, his hair, his lips…

“God, you’re perfect.” Your voice is barely a whisper, more of a thought that accidentally became a sound.

He leans in, lifting your chin with his index finger. His lips brush against yours, a feathery and torturously light touch. “I want you, Y/n. Need you.” You both lean in for a kiss at the same time, lips colliding in a way that abandons all carefulness. It’s messy, it’s desperate, it tastes like wine and strawberries.

You’re panting in the short moments you break away, chasing each breath with another kiss. His hands travel up your back, pulling you so close you’re nearly sitting on his lap. You feel one of his hands brush across your breast. Your body feels like it’s on fire despite the summer breeze. All night you’ve both been innocently circling around each other, waiting for the other to add fuel to the fire. You can’t take it any more.

You break the kiss, your foreheads against each other as you both catch your breath.

“Dale, baby…” You say, still panting.

“What is it?”

“Want you to fuck me in this dress.” It’s quiet, but theres no shyness behind it. He’s all too eager to obey. “Please.”

Dale unties the strap behind your dress, gaining better access to your neck and chest. He moves slowly, treating you like delicate porcelain. “Didn’t mean to make you wait, honey.” He looks up at you, love and lust and need swirl in his eyes. The poor man looks like he’ll crumble right then and there if he can’t hold you, touch you, taste you…

You move your hands to the collar of his shirt and start to unbutton, wasting no time to mark the skin on his neck. His breathing becomes heavier, leg muscles flexing under you. Dale moves his legs between yours, making it easier for you to straddle him, free arm propping himself up on his elbow. His lips pepper your neck, staying longer on your sweet spot until a light purple mark sets in. You feel his hand slide up your thigh, under the skirt of your dress. You’re moving on him slowly, eyelids feeling heavy the longer you move back and forth. The friction from his hard-on sending sparks through your body.

“Mmm,” Your stomach feels like a tangled knot, pleasure shooting through your body. His hand travels to your core, tracing circles around your clit through the thin cloth of your panties.

A wave of pleasure washes through you and you yelp, your hips rolling into his hand.

“Does that feel good, babydoll?” His voice is raspy and low, watching you move on him has put him in a trance. His thumb presses into you and you gasp, your head rolling back.

“S’good… Always so good…” Your hands move to unbutton his pants, as if you’re on autopilot. “Wanna make you feel good too…”

He watches as you pull the waistband of his boxers down. You spit on your hand, wasting no time to start stroking his cock. “Y-Y/n-” He gasps, and you feel his thumb move faster. You switch between rubbing the tip of his cock and sliding your hand up and down his shaft.

Neither of you can hardly think. Your minds are swirl, grinding into each other’s hands as you both aim to use the other for pleasure.

His fingers dig into your skin as he presses into your core again, your hips jolting at the touch.

“Please keep going. Please.”

“Feels so good in my hand,” You lean into him, whispering in his ear. “S-so thick, wanna feel this cock inside me.”

Dale nearly loses it right there, bucking his hips into your hand. A long, low whimper escaping his lips. You do something to him nothing else can. To him, you’re more addicting than the blackest cup of coffee. His entire body feels like its being set on fire. He aches to touch you, to fuck you until you can’t think. But he’s not quite there yet.

“You’re gonna be the death of me.” He looks so perfect when loses all composure, chest rising and falling under an unbuttoned shirt. His neck is adorned with love bites and faint lipstick stains.

Dale brings himself back down to Earth, just long enough gently lift you off of him and lay you on the blanket. “God, I can’t get enough of you, honey.” He maintains eye contact with you as he pulls your panties off. He’s done this a hundred times, but your face still turns red. It earns a self-satisfied look from Dale in response.

Your legs fall open for him, and he drinks you up like you’re the freshest glass of water.

“So wet,” He smirks, kneeling down to move closer to your core. You feel him bite at the skin of your plush thighs. “Is this for me?”

“Dale...” You groan, but it turns into a gasp when he plants a kiss on your clit.

You taste like heaven to him. Shit, you sound like heaven too. All of Dale’s thoughts have been replaced by you. You, with your sweet moans, the way you arch your back and grab his hair.

You think you’re done for with the way his tongue swirls around your sensitive bundle of nerves. There’s something desperate about the way his mouth latches onto you, like he’s starving.

You’re whimpering, legs shaking around him. He looks up at you and admires the way your mouth hangs open while you fill the air with sounds that would make anyone blush. He slides two fingers into you with ease, scissoring them as they move in tandem with his mouth. “Ohh fuck!” You gasp, squirming under him. He wraps a free arm around your thigh, hoisting it over his shoulder.

“You look so pretty like this,” Dale mumbles as he looks at you. The eye contact makes you blush. His fingers slow down, moving at a pace that makes you want to go feral. “I would do this forever if you’d let me. Y’know you’re all I ever think about? Your laugh, your jokes, the way you roll your hips into me when I’m inside you.”

Your hips involuntarily grind into his fingers, a moan escaping you. “F-Fuck, Dale.”

“Yeah, just like that.” Your eyes are screwed shut, but you can hear the smile in his voice when he speaks. He returns to a normal pace after his little tease, his fingers hitting the spongy spot deep within your center. His mouth still latched onto your clit, driving you insane.

“R-Right there, please k-keep going!” Your body aches to release, Dale knowing just how to make it painstakingly long.

His mouth and his hands are all too much for you, the knot in your stomach harder to ignore.

“Fuck baby-feelsogood-doin’ so-“ Your vision blurs, and a whimper escapes you. Suddenly everything feels overly sensitive, you squirm beneath him in hopes of a quicker release.

“B-Baby, I’m gonna cum-“ And almost immediately, your body tenses. A long, loud moan leaving your mouth. You nearly start twitching, grabbing the blanket underneath you as if letting go would kill you. Waves of aftershock roll through your body as you lay there.

Dale licks up your dripping orgasm, looking at you as he does it. The sensation makes you jump. “Tastes so sweet, Y/n.” He says, before moving up to kiss you. You feel him fold the skirt of your dress up, and he leans back.

“Want it, sweet girl?” He holds the base of his cock at your entrance.

“P-Please, need it.” You whimper, breathy and quiet.

He grins, happy with his work. You’re panting, still squirming from your orgasm. He thinks you look beautiful, splayed out on the blanket like that. His hand finds your cheek, caressing it as he slides into you. Shaky moans leave the both of you. He sets a slow, all- consuming pace.

Fucking you under the stars was not part of Dale’s original plan, but he’s definitely not complaining. Especially since it was taking him all his strength not to rip that new dress of yours right off anyways.

Your head rolls back, tears prickling the corners of your eyes. Every stroke he makes sends you further towards the edge. Your legs wrap around him, thighs shaking and tensing.

Dale is no longer Dale. He’s become a mess of moans, his low pitched noises filling the air the same way those frog ribbits did. His fingers dig into the back of your waist, surely leaving marks.

“God, you’re like a work of art.” Dale pants. He lowers himself and it gives you opportunity to throw your arms around him.

He dips down, kissing your chest. He whispers little praises in your ear and it fogs your brain. You can feel everything, the warmth of his body on yours, his lips on your breasts, his cock pumping in and out of you.

That familiar knot builds up inside your stomach again. It’s too much. Just a caress of his hand has you shivering. He’s hitting the same spot over and over again, to the point where you’re jolting with pleasure that it’s almost painful.

You gasp, seeing stars. “I-I’m so close, right there-“ Dale feels you tighten around him as you cum again. Your voice is a whimper. It feels like you’re floating away from your body; a mindless, fuzzy feeling consuming you. “Ohmyfuck.”

Your legs pull him in closer, your body shakes as he keeps going. You yelp, overly sensitive and unable to adjust.

He’s relentless, fucking you with no chance of slowing down. Dale looks at you, your mouth open in a state of perpetual pleasure. He leans down to kiss you and buries his face into the crook of your neck, using the marks from earlier as a guide.

You’re about to cum again. You feel so full of him you can’t take it. Overstimulation turns back into overwhelming pleasure. Without warning, he slows down, focusing on pushing deeper into you with every stroke. Dale presses a thumb into your breast, lightly brushing against your nipple and your back arches, hips bucking against his cock.

“D-Dale… feels so good…” You huff, and your hands find their way to his face.

“I-I’m gonna cum baby-“ His eyes meet yours as he hovers over you and breathes, shivering as he fills you up.

You’re drunk on his cock, the sensation of him cumming in you makes you squirm under him.

“Oh fuck, Dale!” Your third orgasm of the night shakes you, stealing a slew of noises and words that would make anyone blush. Dale fucks into you as you cum around him.

“Fuck.” He says, panting as he slows to a stop inside of you. He slowly pulls out, taking in your fucked out expression as you try to collect yourself.

“My god,” You say after a minute of silence. “That was perfect, you’re perfect. I can never get enough.”