#spookyghosts

When their shared footsteps hurry over to you you keep your head down, your arms hugging yourself in a poor attempt to cover your naked body sitting in a pile of mutated mutt.

"Baby. Y/n, are you okay?" Comes Chris' voice first. You're a little startled at his concern. A gloved hand appears, patting over your shoulders and neck. You look up at the two costumed men warily.

"'m fine." You mumble.

"Can you stand? We gotta get out of here sooner than later." He says back. You glance over at Adrian as he kicks a scattered pile of entrails with glee.

"M-My clothes..." You muster.

Adrian returns with a very large jacket- a fake security guard uniform worn by one of the many men you've just murdered. He drapes it over your shoulders as you stand, bowing to you humorously. "Y/n, that was fucking incredible. I've never seen someone rip out a spine so hard it desegemented like popping legos!"

You scoff, but soon, bile rises in your throat. "Vig, just- I know I look as disgusting as I feel right now, okay? Let's just bounce."

Chris puts his hand on your back to guide you out of your shedded skin, but it's Adrian who takes your hand and pulls you into him, embracing you without a hint of revulsion or horror. It's startling to say the least.

"Are you kidding?" Comes his muffled reply. "You're so fucking cute right now. I love this post carnage glow you've got going on."

"Pretty sure that's the red, red blood." Chris retorts.

Later, in the van on the way back to base, Chris is surprisingly gentle as he attempts to wipe your face clean with a small pack of travel make-up remover wipes, courtesy of Harcourt.

"Thanks for having our backs out there. I know you don't like doing that kind of shit." He murmurs. You huddle inside your new jacket, pulling the shoulders in like a blanket as you avoid the large man's gaze. You blink when a forefinger and thumb grasp your chin, pulling your attention back towards him.

Chris' eyes flicker down to your dried, stained lips. "...Can I kiss you?"

You're a little surprised again. It wouldn't be the first time he leans down to press his lips to yours tentatively, and it certainly won't be the last. But he knows you well enough to see you're spooked- whether by your own powers or by the killings. His kiss is silent reassurance.

Your hands slip out from your jacket and slide up his chest as you sigh, the tension you've been holding since you forcibly transformed finally ebbing away.

Adrian plops down behind you. You and Chris smirk as the masked crusader rests his chin in his hands eagerly.

"If you guys do it again, can I watch in the same room this time or do I have to stand outside the window?"

You arch a brow, shooting Chris a playful glance.

His other hand slides over your thigh until it finds your hot center. He makes you watch as he sinks a finger inside you without any resistance. Behind you, his cock twitches where it presses thick against your lower back.

"Look at you, sweetness." He teases. Digger's beard tickles at the side of your face, his puffs of breath sending a shiver through you. Your bare nipples peak stiffly from so much stimulation. You want to reach up and tug at both of them, but you keep your palms flat on the bed as he's told you to do.

You look at the man behind you in the glass. The pose forces you to keep your back straight. A poised rag doll for the thief to shift around as he pleases.

Digger Harkness had patience in spades when it came to undoing you. It was a surprise, considering your time on the squad rarely left you these moments alone together. There were the quickies in the dead of night- the fumble of clothes and fingers most of the time.

But there was the occasional mission that lended the oppurtunity for you to see what he was like when he had you all to himself.

The dingy roadside motel room had the essentials. And it seemed that Digger had convinced Harley to distract the task force's colonel with their own fun. That just left you at the Aussie's mercy, and the wetness enveloping Digger told him just how much you were enjoying it.

“Y'look so good with my hands wrapped around your neck.” He murmurs, nosing at your ear again. Your eyes flutter as he pushes a second digit into your pussy. The slow, wet sound of pumping fingers makes you flush.

But the hand on your neck squeezes you in warning again. Keeps you from looking away or closing your eyes.

"Gonna look even better when I make you watch yourself sink down onto my cock, huh?" He grins. You whine and can't your hips with desperation.

"Please, George." You whimper. He chuckles.

From the room next door, you hear the sounds of sex, faster and rougher than what you were experiencing now. Digger sees the crease in your brow as you listen to Flag and Quinn on the other side of the wall. Feels the way your own walls clench around his knuckles with want.

"Sounds like I've got you all to myself tonight, lovely."

He shifts the hand inside you until this palm splay flat against your clit. Your eyes light up at the friction, hips rolling to chase it. Digger indulges with a wicked grin as your breath flutters under his grip. He watches you rut against his palm in the mirror and groans as your ass rolls against his cock.

Your bare chest bounces as you ride his hand, but you feel your self-conscious pull loosen it's hold on you.

He gives you a few more thrusts before patience runs out. You cry out as he pulls out of you and flips you onto the bet with that strength that makes you want to press your weak knees together. Digger pries them open again.

He leans back to take in the sight of you, languidly stroking his cock as he does so. His fingers come to rest at the base, curling around his shaft before he lines himself up with your dripping sex.

Digger's free hand doesn't wrap itself around your throat as you expect, but tangles into your hair. He gives you a sharp tug, wrenching a high-pitched whine from your trembling lips. His voice is deep and intoxicating in your ear. A hot warning of the pleasure to come.