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It had been a long day, full of flying, patrolling the area on the lookout for any suspicious activity around the clan’s current home near the Tree of Souls, where you had to be forcibly relocated after the skypeople destroyed the Hometree. You were finally granted rest time and you head straight to the riverbank to wash your face and arms of the sweat and dirt that caked your blue skin, a satisfied sigh left your lips as the water cooled your flesh. You sat back on your heels, eyes closed, basking in the fading sunset as your ears twitched, taking in the sounds of the running water, the distant calls of ikrans in the sky, the quiet chirping of prolemuris as they swung through the trees.

Your eyes snapped open as your ears twitched to the left, hearing a shrill little giggle. It sounded so childlike. You turned to face the noise, finding a white-fleshed creature waddling its way towards the riverbank. It was covered in a loincloth similar to the kind your people wear, yellow hair frizzy and untamed down his back. A black mask stuck to its face and dirt caked its arms, legs and stomach. A skyperson. But it was so small? So tiny and helpless. A baby? You had never seen a baby skyperson before, and looking at this one, it was very difficult to believe they could grow up to be such heartless beings.

It didn’t seem to be aware of your presence at first, scurrying around, following something crawling along the floor. You watched intently, tracking its every move. Even as the child slipped on a wet rock and fell onto his behind. Your four fingered hand came up to cover your mouth to muffle the laugh behind it. The little human finally saw you then, head turning to look at you. He stayed on the floor for a few moments before immediately getting back onto his feet, waddling over to you. You were unsure how to proceed. What if his parents were nearby ready to shoot with their big guns? Did his presence mean you were close to others? Your ears and sense of smell told you otherwise, but your guard was raised nonetheless.

The small boy slowed down as he reached your kneeled form, you were so much taller than him just like this. It was comical seeing how much his head tilted back to look you in the face. It was enough to cause your mouth to split into a smile, making the human let out another giggle. His hands opened and closed as they reached out towards you, wanting to be held.

By all logic, you should pick the boy up and throw him in the river, discard of one more skyperson. It was what your head was telling you to do, but your heart and all your instincts had you moving towards the little boy. Hesitantly, your big hands cupped him underneath his armpits to lift him off the ground. It was as if he weighed nothing at all. You held him out in front of you, turning him to look over him, checking for injuries or perhaps even a hint he belonged to someone.

The baby human only giggled at being spun around, his hands opening and closing into tiny fists as he whined, reaching for you, gurgling nonsense, not even full words. Slowly, you brought him closer, his head resting on your chest. The contact soothed him, his whining stopping immediately, his small arms doing their best to fit around your neck as his head rested upon your shoulder. Your hands moved to slide one underneath his bottom whilst the other cradled the back of his head.

You slowly stood, turning to look all around you, but yet again, there was no sign of any other skypeople. You decided you would have to take him to the Olo'eyktan, Jake Sully, to decide his fate. Your tail swished behind you as you took a leisurely walk towards your home camp, glancing down every so often at the little boy in your arms. His hands had come down to play with the beads on your top, tracing them with his tiny fingers. The sight filled you with deep emotion.

You had lost your chance to be mated before the eyes of Eywa, your chosen mate losing his life in the skypeople battle before you could bond. In grief, you hadn’t chosen another mate and therefore had not been granted the blessing of children. Many times you had dreamt of seeing little fingers curled up against your chest just like this, carrying your baby protectively through the forest. Your closed off maternal instincts overpowered you as you looked down at the small boy. You made a silent vow to protect him until he was safe.

You were a few feet from the edge of the home camp when you heard panicked shouting, causing you to pick up your pace. Your hands held the boy closer to you as you ran, only slowing once you saw your fellow Na’vi. The first being the Olo'eyktan himself. At the sight of you, he came to a halt and looked down at your arms.

“Spider! Oh buddy we were looking everywhere for you. Where did you find him?” Jake came over to you, his attention turning to you after seeing the boy Spider was okay. Your hands loosened their hold so he could see Jake in front of him, the young boy giving him a wide smile before looking back up at you. Your teeth bared in a grin as you moved the hand on the back of his head to lightly stroke the bridge of Spider’s nose, “This little thing was running towards the riverbank. He came towards me and asked to be held. I accepted his request.” Spider giggled and grabbed onto your long finger.

Jake looked surprised at you, though your focus was trained onto Spider so you took no notice. The movement of tree branches had you all looking towards Neytiri who walked forwards to scowl at the boy in your hold. Jake waved his hand in Spider’s direction, “You see? He needs us, he doesn’t have anyone back there to look after him. It’s not safe for him there.”

Neytiri grunted, her disdain clear on her face, “He does not belong here. He was here for seconds and yet he cause trouble, running away. I cannot permit this, Ma’Jake.”

Jake ran a frustrated hand over his face, “Baby please, he has no where else to go, both his parents are dead. We can teach him our ways, he won’t grow up to be like the others.” Neytiri still wasn’t convinced, her teeth baring in a snarl as she glared at Spider. The sight made you hold the boy a little tighter. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, holding yourself a little higher. “I will take care of him.”

Both Neytiri and Jake snapped their eyes to you. One of shock and one of relief. Jake took a step forward, placing a strong hand on your shoulder, “Thank you, (Y/N), thank you. I am indebted to you for this.” Neytiri frowned, looking between you and her husband before giving a reluctant nod, she wasn’t going to win this battle,

“Very well. You are now responsible for the human. Raise it properly and perhaps it will not grow into its insanity.”

“-om, Mom!” A small nudge in the middle of your back had you shaking out of your memories. You lifted your arm to look behind you, seeing Spider standing there with a basket of berries. You smiled down at your adoptive son, patting him on his head. “Mom, you were like completely zoned out, I was calling you for ages.”

“Apologies, my son, I was just thinking about the day I took you in.” Spider wrapped his arm around your waist in a hug, “You were so tiny, and helpless. I can see not much has changed.”

Your soft laughter rang through the air as Spider tried to tackle you to the ground but his human body was no match for your Na’vi strength. “You’re not funny mom!” He whined as you pushed him back, reaching down to tickle his sides, grinning at his laughs. Only when his breathing got too shallow did you stop, immediately kneeling down to get face level with him, checking the oxygen markings on his mask. Still high. Spider rolled his eyes at your big eyes full of worry, placing his hands over your own, “Mom I’m fine, c’mon. Look I got you some berries, I know you’ve been craving them lately. I went with Kiri before you start worrying I was alone.”

The tone in your voice turned playful at the mention of Kiri, “Oh, Kiri hm? You’re often alone with the Sully girl aren’t you Son.” His smaller hands swatted at you but you brushed them off, “Ugh mom! We’re just friends.” Your smile widened as your hand brushed through Spider’s blonde dreads, “Mawey Son, I am just teasing you. Come, it is time to welcome the warriors back from patrol.”

You placed your hand on Spider’s shoulder, guiding him alongside you as you walked forward, your tail swishing behind you. You tilted your head back to release a call for your ikran, Amay, who came a few seconds afterwards. She was large and beautiful, all kinds of shades of blue adorned her tough skin. She screeched as she landed, bowing down before you to allow you to sit on her back. You reached behind you to grab your queue to bond with Amay, leaning back to make space for Spider who promptly crawled over to sit in front of you. Once he was comfortable, you held onto her and flew her around to the other side of the Hallelujah mountains where your clan had been moved due to the decision of your leader, Jake Sully.

The past year since the RDA had come back, your world felt unsafe once again. The skypeople were relentless in their pursuits and you often feared for your people, and your son’s life. You had no idea what might happen to him should he be taken by them. A human with a life’s worth of knowledge about the Na’vi way of life was sure to be valuable to them.

It didn’t take long before you landed at the camps, helping Spider down onto the ground before releasing your bond with Amay, allowing her to fly away to rest. You watched with a knowing smile as your son immediately made his way over to the eldest Sully daughter. She was a sweet young girl and had never treated your son as anything less than an equal, it wasn’t hard to understand why Spider was so attached to her and the rest of the Sully kids.

Jake called all the riders to the tent at the back of the cave, gathering for a debrief on the latest patrol. You were quick to follow the others, knowing your son would be fine with the Sully girl.

A few hours had passed, darkness spread through the night and fatigue was starting to take over in you. Your ears twitched along with your nose as you picked up the fading scent of Spider, where had he gone?

“(Y/N)! The kids and Spider are in danger, I need your help!” There was no time to waste, running alongside your chief as you both ran towards the edge of camp, shouting for your ikrans. You glanced over to your right to see Neytiri following closely behind, the three of you gliding through the air to the coordinates Jake had gotten from his son. It was like you could feel the blood pumping around your veins in a mixture of rage and worry. All of them were just children, but Spider was vulnerable especially without his mask. He needed you, you could feel it.

Landing as quietly as possible in a tree close to Lo’ak’s coordinates, the three of you stepped down from your ikrans, ears perking as you picked up the sounds of struggle ahead. Jake gave you and Neytiri hand signals, with his wife turning off right as you headed towards the left, taking out your knife to grip tightly in your hand. You crouched down low, your steps light on the ground as you made your way unnoticed towards a small clearing. There you saw all of the children held up by demons, or Avatars, as Jake would have you call them.

You watched as Jake made the first move, taking down a guard in front of him. You scowled at the avatar in front of you, waiting for the moment he stepped back, far enough away from the view of the others to strike. One more step. Now.

You lunged, jumping up to wrap your legs around him to keep him still, one hand covering his mouth as the other sliced his neck, jumping off to slowly lower his body to the ground. Two down but still too many to go. The upper hand was yours, your positions kept secret. Until Neytiri fired her bow into the head of a demon right next to the tallest demon of them all. He held your son’s hair tight, the pain on his face forced a snarl from you. The avatars turned to shoot in Neytiri’s direction, foolishly keeping their backs to you.

You rushed out of hiding, using your knife to stab through the stomach of one man, hissing as you pushed him away, pulling your weapon back to wield again. You ducked a hit from the man to his left, coming back up to push your knife into his chest.

“Mom!”

Spider’s voice distracted you only for mere moments but it was enough time to have you be grabbed by your queue, a foot to the back of your legs forcing you onto your knees. You snarled and snapped your jaw at the hands trying to grab at your face.

“Well lookey here. Ain’t you a little spitfire.” The tallest Demon, the one Neytiri recognised, walked closer to stand in front of you. His eyes held curiosity as he stared down at you. You had killed three of his men and yet he smirked down at you? But it was irrelevant, he took your son and now he needed to pay.

You glared up at the demon man before you, jaw clenched in unmeasurable anger. A rusting and a cry of pain had your head turning to see Spider being held unconscious on the shoulders of the female demon. A quick scan around the clearing showed all the Sully kids and their parents nowhere to be seen. At least they made it out safely but the sight of your son in the hands of that bitch turned against your better judgement. Your elbow drew back into the stomach of the demon behind you, releasing his hold on your queue to spin around, kicking your leg out behind you to swipe him off his feet. Your hands grabbed handfuls of dirt into your palms to throw at the face of the demon in front of you. It was juvenile and not well planned but it worked for long enough to be able to get close to your son.

Just as your hand held onto Spider’s the feeling of something cold pressed against your forehead. The weapon the female demon was holding in her hands dug into your skin as your bared your teeth at her. “Stand down, Z.” The she-demon frowned but obediently pulled back her weapon. You snarled at her, “Give me back my son.”

An amused laugh echoed in the clearing, the taller man coming into view as he walked to the side of you, wiping the mud from his face. “Your son huh? Is that right? Forgive me if I’m wrong but uh ain’t you a little too blue for a son who looks like that?”

Your gaze hardened, “I have raised him since he was a little boy. He is my son and I will not let you demons take him from me, or I swear to Eywa I will hunt you down and kill every last one of you with my bare hands.”

Quaritch’s mouth spread into a grin, his small fangs revealing themselves into the night, “Ain’t that a pretty promise? Alright, we’re taking her too boys, let’s roll out.” His hand came up to grab your wrists, placing a strange black binding around them, “No biting cupcake, or I’ll have to muzzle you.” You answered his words with a hiss, only gaining another laugh. Your tail swished in fury, preparing to make another attack even with your bound hands. That was, before you were hit in the side of the head with the gun of the marine behind you, knocking you unconscious.

The sound of the helicopter above had Quaritch leaning down to pick you up and throw you over his shoulder, as they made their way towards the landing hovercraft. He looked back over his shoulder to make sure Spider was in tow with the others.

-

Your lungs burned as you awoken, mouth open desperately trying to gulp down air that wasn’t meant for your body. Your vision blurry as your arms swung around, fighting for survival. A blue blur in front of you came closer, grabbing something from your chest to press over your nose and mouth.

“Breathe. That’s it. Nice and slowly.” You greedily swallowed down four big inhales of air before your heart rate slowed down enough to regain full consciousness. Blinking, your sight cleared to recognise the blue blur as the soldier from (you assumed) last night. Immediately, you bared your teeth to snarl at him, ears pinning back and making a move to strike him. Your wrists were caught before you could make contact, his grip firm but not enough to cause pain.

He could only smile at your defiance, “I like the fire in you, lady. We haven’t been formally introduced, the names Miles Quaritch.”

Your nose scrunched in distrust for the man. “I have no desire to know you, Demon.” Quaritch smirked as he let go of you, either foolishly thinking you wouldn’t try to attack him again, or cocky enough to assume he could stop you a second time.

“I’d beg to differ. We seem to have a common interest. The boy, Spider, is my son.” Your eyes widened in shock, that surely wasn’t possible, he had to be lying. Quaritch continued, “Not from this body of course. I was a human killed by Mrs Sully, my memories stored and placed into this body. He was born just before things went tits up for us, his mom died fighting alongside me.”

“Wrong. I am his mother.” The scoff from Quaritch’s mouth made you angry, as if you were a child lying for attention. “I took him in, cared for him as my own for fourteen years! I have been there through the sickness, through the good. I have wiped his tears and bathed his tiny body. I have been the one to keep him fed and soothe him to sleep. I am his mother in every sense of the word and I will not let you or anyone take him from me.”

Quaritch stood still for a moment before crossing his arms over his chest, looking you up and down and nodded once, twice. “That right? Guess I owe you some kind of thanks then, for keeping my boy safe and sound.” You didn’t bother hiding the anger on your safe from hearing Quaritch call Spider ‘his boy’ but at least he didn’t seem to have bad intentions towards your son.

Quaritch lifted his own breathing mask that lay around his neck to take a deep breath before turning to leave the room, his hand reaching for the door handle. “Wait,” he paused, “I want to see him.”

Quaritch pursed his lips at your request, letting out a quiet hum in thought. “I’m not sure that’s a good idea, lady.”

“Please.”

Quaritch looked back over his shoulder at you, his eyes piercing as they stared into your own. A slow nod, “I’ll see what I can do.” You tried not to show your emotions to this demon but you couldn’t help the relief on your face at the chance of being able to see Spider. No doubt he was feeling scared and angry at being cooped up in this horrible place. The walls were so bright it was making your head hurt to look at them. You sat down on the metal bench, occasionally taking breaths from the mask around your neck as you waited for when you could see your son.

It was hours later when you heard the door to your glorified cage unlock, opening to see Quaritch behind it. Your nose twitched as you recognised Spider’s scent, sitting up straight to look past Quaritch to see Spider pushing his way into the room, “Mom!”

“Spider!” You leapt off your seat, meeting your son halfway in the room, crouching down to take him into your arms. Your large hand cradled the back of his head as you felt your eyes watering, the relief at seeing Spider pushing the tears out of you. You pulled back to start lifting up his arms, looking for any signs of injury, “They didn’t hurt you did they? I swear, if they laid a finger on you I will happily bite them off.” Spider laughed at you, oh how you were so happy to hear that laugh.

You brought your hands up to cup his face, leaning down to press your forehead against his own, feeling his hands wrap around your wrist. “Mawey mom, I’m fine, see!” You smiled at that, he seemed like the same old Spider. You tilted your head up to press a soft kiss against Spider’s forehead, your tail curling around Spider’s leg. You had never seen Spider up close without his mask before, having refused many times to enter the human labs he liked to frequent with his friends. You could see every detail so much clearer, including the red streaks on his cheeks where it was clear he had been crying.

Your eyes flickered up to see Quaritch stood at the entrance, staring at the two of you with an unreadable expression on his face. Seeing he had your attention, he cleared his throat, “That’s enough now, we need to get ready to leave.” His words had you standing immediately, putting yourself in front of your son, “You will not take him from me again, Demon.”

“Mom it’s okay,” Spider’s hand tugging your own did nothing to calm you down, not as Quaritch smirked, taking two steps towards you, limiting the distance to mere inches between the two of you. You hated that you had to crane your neck a little to look up at him and the smug grin on his face. “Oh no little lady, you’re coming with. Spider’s made it very clear he won’t cooperate unless you tag along.”

‘Lady’ you despised that name. It was meant for the sky people, not na’vi like you. Your teeth gritted as you spoke, “My name is (Y/N), not lady.”

“Pretty.” Your ears pinned back as you scowled at him, placing a protective hand over Spider’s chest behind you. Pretty? It was not a word you had often heard about yourself in regard to your name but you refused to feel praise at the compliment. Quaritch held out his hand to you, but you swatted it away, taking hold of your son’s hand as you stepped out of the white box room, ducking so as to not hit your head off the low ceiling. Spider’s hand clenched around yours, “Don’t worry Mom, I’m gonna get us out of here. We just need to play along for a while.”

Your thumb rubbed over the back of Spider’s hand, trying your best to make the smile on your face look genuine. But it was difficult to feel any sort of hope for your future, with it being in the hands of these dangerous creatures. As Quaritch led you two towards yet another skyperson air craft, Spider spoke to you in Na’vi informing you of what it was that you were supposed to be doing.

“ooh, wassup, big mama?” the sound of Cameron’s voice echoing throughout the dining hall made you pause before you could lift your fork to your lips and you let out a laugh, your head raising and your eyes locking on an enthusiastic Cameron Cade approaching you and your best friend Sierra’s table.

“you always this loud or you just happy to see me for some odd reason?” you chuckled, raising an eyebrow, as you let go of your fork and let it rest in his plate, leaning back into your chair and crossing your arms.

“both. you should know that by now,” Sierra answered your question before Cameron could even open his mouth, a knowing smirk crossing her face while she stood up from her seat and grabbed her backpack before picking up her empty plate and cup, “but i’ma leave y’all alone so i ain’t third-wheelin’ or nothin’.”

Sierra winked at you before disappearing off into the crowd of college students searching the dining hall for a good meal, making you chuckle as you watched Cameron take Sierra’s seat and sit down in front of you.

“anyways, now that yo’ guard dog gone, wassup wit’ you? you comin’ to the game this Saturday?” Cameron asked, raising his eyebrows, as you snorted at him referring to Sierra as your guard dog and you shook your head at his antics, a soft chuckle falling from your lips while you picked up your fork.

“i’m thinkin’ about it,” you admitted as you stuck your fork in the middle of your plate of pasta and twirled some noodles onto the utensil, “why, you want me there or somethin’?”

“of course i want you there, that’s why i asked,” Cameron grinned a little as he watched you take a bite of your pasta, “you know i need big mama there as my good luck charm, girl.”

you laughed at his words and nearly choked on your pasta as you shielded your mouth with your palm while you chewed and eventually swallowed your food, running your tongue over your lips before speaking, “Cam, i told you to stop callin’ me that shit.”

“stop playin’ like youn’ like when i call you that. know yo’ ass be blushin’ when i ain’t around to see it,” Cameron cockily smirked as you playfully rolled your eyes and removed your makeshift shield from your mouth, “speakin’ of ‘stop playin’, when you finally gon’ stop playin’ with me and give me a chance?”

you raised an eyebrow in amusement and picked up your cup filled with Coca-Cola, taking a sip it from your straw before sitting it back down, “Cam, you not serious.”

“how i’m not?” Cameron’s eyebrows furrowed and he leaned back into his chair and crossed his arms.

“because you know damn well i’m practically twice your size. you like a lil’ nigga compared to me,” you chuckled as you gestured between your size and his with your index finger, “i could literally break you, Cameron.”

“and you think that’s ‘posed to steer me away from you or some shit?” Cameron chuckled in amusement as he eyed you up and down and licked his lips at the sight of your big breasts sitting up through your top before his colored eyes flickered up to meet your gaze, “i know what i want and i know what i’m gettin’ myself into. i ain’t no lil’ nigga, shawty.”

a look of surprise mixed with amusement crossed your face and you chuckled as you crossed your arms and a small grin pulled at the corners of your mouth, “wanna make a wager then?”

“shit, c’mon.” Cameron smirked as he rested his elbows on the table and leaned forward, eagerness and curiosity evident in his demeanor.

“if you make five touchdowns at this Saturday’s game then i’ll consider your everlasting desire to pursue me. how that sound?” you asked, grinning, as you raised an eyebrow and Cameron’s smirk widened while he leaned back into his chair again and adjusted his hips.

“so that means you comin’ to the game this Saturday, right?”

“duh, Cam.”

“a’ight. then, that’s a bet, big mama.”

if you knew Cameron was gonna show his ass at that game, you would’ve upped the ante to an unrealistic number of touchdowns. you were sure he’d still find some way of try to reach it, though.

as the football game came to an end, Cameron managed to score seven touchdowns, and you already knew his ego was boosted higher than it already was, but you honestly might not be able to tell the difference since he was always cocky as hell with everything he did and said.

“you think if you would’ve said 20 touchdowns instead of 5 that he would’ve made that many?” Sierra asked, laughing, as she turned her head and looked over at you, earning a soft snort from you while you met her gaze.

“if i said 20, his ass would’ve aimed for 38,” you laughed heartily as Sierra laughed with you and she shook her head before the sound of the buzzer from the scoreboard caught both of your attentions, indicating the end of the fourth quarter and therefore the end of the game, “guess i’ll go down there and congratulate him then, huh?”

“fuck that, give him some postgame pussy,” Sierra grinned mischievously with a chortle as the two of you simultaneously stood up from your seats on the bleachers, “i’m sure he lookin’ for big mama right now, so get yo’ ass down on that field.”

“i wish y’all asses would stop callin’ me big mama,” you laughed as you playfully smacked Sierra’s arm and the two of you started walking down the staircase in the aisle, descending from your high seats, “and i’m not givin’ him no postgame pussy, Sierra, don’t piss me off.”

“yeah, yeah, make sure to let me know how the dick was tomorrow, boo! love you!” Sierra called out with a smile as she walked away from you and looked over her shoulder to blow you a kiss while she headed off the exit, making you laugh while you shook your head and ultimately grinned.

“annoyin’ ass.” you chuckled to yourself before following the crowd and walking off of the bleachers, heading to the field and searching for the one and only Cameron Cade.

after searching for a few minutes, you eventually stumbled across Cameron, his back facing you while he talked to someone in front of him. grinning a little, you walked over to him and made sure to keep your footsteps quiet as you tugged on the hem of his jersey with both hands and Cameron’s head instantly swiveled around, his eyes landing on you while he smacked his lips.

“you childish as hell,” Cameron chuckled, cracking a smile, as you laughed and watched him turn around to face you, his 6’5” stature towering over you while he held his helmet in one of his hands, “you look good, big mama.”

you dressed in a simple black cropped sweater that stopped underneath your breasts and some high-waisted jeans that emphasized the curve of your ass and the thickness of your thighs. your braids were pulled back in a low ponytail and you left one braid on each side down in the front to add to your hairstyle. your lip combo was perfectly applied and smoothed across your lips, no smudge in sight.

if you two weren’t in public, Cameron would’ve pounced on you the moment he saw you.

“thank you, Cam,” you smiled, adjusting your purse on your shoulder, as Cameron smirked a little and nodded his head, “you did good tonight, by the way. out there puttin’ belt to ass and leavin’ niggas on the ground.”

“aye, tell ‘em come pick they dead homies up, you feel me?” Cameron smirked, proudly nodding his head, as he started flexing his biceps and your smile widened, his antics making you laugh, “and ain’t nobody forgot about that bet we made earlier this week either. you said five touchdowns and i went the extra mile just to make two mo’.”

“so you made two extra touchdowns just for me?” you asked in amusement as Cameron smirked proudly and nodded his head, “i’m impressed, Cam.”

“i needed you to know how serious i was about that bet. how serious i am about you,” Cameron’s voice lowered and he took a step closer to you as he reached up and cupped your jaw with his unoccupied hand, his thumb gently pressing against your cheek, “you gon’ stop playin’ and let a nigga get to know you, big mama?”

as hard as you tried to fight it, you couldn’t stop the wide smile that spread across your face and you let out a soft laugh as you studied his eyes and slowly nodded your head, “i guess you earned it after everything you did tonight. don’t let it go to yo’ head, though.”

“mhm, lemme’ come see you tonight then,” Cameron said lowly as he softly stroked your cheek with his thumb, “you stay on campus, don’t you?”

“yeah,” you answered, your voice unusually soft, as you slightly nodded, “i stay in that apartment building by the dining hall.”

“what room you stay in?”

“234.”

“bet. i’ma slide through there after this, a’ight? don’t go to sleep on me.”

“better hurry yo’ ass over to that building and i won’t.”

once you made it back to your apartment, you showered and changed into something more comfortable, which just so happened to be your pajamas. you wore a baby pink matching set that contained a button-up top that emphasized the fullness of your breasts and some shorts that your thick thighs ate up with every step you took. you were grateful the shorts were made of comfortable material or else you would’ve taken them off for constantly turning into panties every time you walked.

your braids were free from its ponytail and cascaded down your back and your lips were free from your lip combo, but they still held some shine since you put on some clear lip oil to keep them moisturized. speaking of moisturized, your body was just as moisturized as your lips were, your limbs coated in cocoa butter with your favorite scent of perfume on your pajamas mixing with the faint cocoa smell.

you didn’t do all that for Cameron, though, that was just how your nightly routine always went. you’d shower, dry off, moisturize, get dressed, and spray on some perfume before heading to your bedroom, and you’ve done it every night since you were a teen.

however, you couldn’t lie and say you didn’t double-check your appearance before leaving your bathroom.

you sat on the couch occupied on your phone with your TV softly playing “The Jamie Foxx Show” in the background, a lit-up candle with your favorite scent sitting in the middle of the coffee table and creating a cozy atmosphere. you were trying to distract yourself so you wouldn’t focus on the impending appearance of Cameron at your door, but it honestly wasn’t working.

you were nervous and you hated it, but you couldn’t help it. this would be the first time you and him would be alone together and you didn’t know what to expect from him, other than his casual flirting, of course.

before you could continue overthinking in anticipation about what was to come, three knocks sounded off your door and you raised your head from your phone as your eyes averted towards your door, your mind already knowing who could be at your door at almost 11 PM.

getting up from the couch, you sat your phone down and adjusted your shorts as you walked towards the door, unlocking it before pulling it open. your eyes landed on none other than Cameron Cade, who was standing at your door in a grey Nike tech with grey Nike sweatpants to match, his hood resting on his head while you caught a glimpse of the white tee under his partially zipped-up jacket. his cologne filled your nose as he stood in front of you with his hands in the pockets of his sweatpants, his signature smirk on his face while his colored eyes traveled over you.

“‘bout time you got here.” you joked, a small grin creeping onto your face, as you stepped to the side and allowed him in, a soft chuckle falling from his lips while he stepped inside your apartment.

“if you missed a nigga or some, that’s all you had to say, big mama,” Cameron smirked, pulling his hood off of his head, as you playfully rolled your eyes and your grin slightly widened while you shut and locked the door behind him, “yo’ roommate here?”

“nah, Sierra gone for the night. she don’t usually come back after football games.” you answered as the two of you entered the living room and walked towards the couch.

“damn, she yo’ roommate, too? that’s yo’ guard dog, fo’real.” Cameron laughed in amusement as you smacked your lips and laughed with him while the two of you sat down on your couch.

“stop callin’ her that, she damn near like my sister,” you chuckled as you leaned forward and sat your phone on the coffee table before leaning back against the couch, “even if she is annoyin’ sometimes.”

“sometimes?” Cameron’s eyebrows furrowed and he looked at you like you had two heads, making you snort before bursting out laughing.

“alright, Cam, damn, not too much on my girl!” you laughed as Cameron laughed and his lips curled up into a grin while he raised his hands in surrender.

“a’ight, a’ight, i’ll leave yo’ guard dog— i mean, yo’ best friend alone,” Cameron chuckled as he smirked a little and unexpectedly grabbed your thick legs, pulling them across his lap while he adjusted his hips into a manspread, “i should be focusin’ on the reason i’m over here anyway.”

your eyebrows raised at his action but you didn’t move. in fact, you adjusted your legs on his lap to make them more comfortable instead of pulling them off of him, making his smirk widen once he sensed your compliance.

“so what’s the reason you over here?” you rhetorically asked, grinning a little, as Cameron smacked his lips and gave you a knowing look, his hand resting on top of your knee while his other arm rested on the back of the couch behind your head.

“play crazy if you want to,” Cameron chuckled softly, shaking his head a little, as you laughed and your grin widened, “you know i’m here for yo’ pretty ass, girl.”

“i actually got a question, Cam.” you admitted as you shifted a little and turned to face him, keeping your legs draped across his lap.

“wassup?” Cameron asked, his voice low, as his thumb stroked your knee and his eyes remained fixated on yours, not once looking away from your face.

“why you want me outta’ all the girls here? like, it be bitches throwin’ themselves at you on the regular and you still be all up on me like youn’ see ‘em.” you inquired, curiosity in your tone, as you raised an eyebrow and Cameron chuckled, a smirk resting on his face.

“what, you think i’m easy or some shit?” Cameron asked, feigning offense, as his eyebrows furrowed and you laughed, rolling your eyes at his interpretation.

“you know damn well that’s not what i was implyin’, nigga.” you laughed as Cameron smiled at you before laughing with you.

“i know it ain’t, i just like fuckin’ with you,” Cameron cockily grinned as he gently squeezed your knee, “here’s the thing though, them bitches only want me ‘cause i look good and i’m a good ass athlete. they don’t want nothin’ serious with me fo’real, they just wanna fuck me and brag about it in they lil’ group-chats. i don’t know about the rest of these niggas, but i ain’t ‘bout to just fuck any girl that’s throwin’ pussy at me, you feel me?”

“you ain’t like them. you smart as hell and got your priorities straight. you pretty as fuck and you nice ass company, too. it feel good talkin’ to a girl who got gears turnin’ in her head for once,” Cameron grinned, making you laugh at his comment while you smiled at him, “i ain’t tryna’ go on no ‘you just different’ ass rant like the rest of these lame ass niggas do, but i’m on you ‘cause you real. you one of the realest people i know and that shit attractive as hell. you probably one of the only girls on campus that ain’t easy ‘cause you be curvin’ the fuck outta’ me.”

“clearly you don’t give a damn about me curvin’ you ‘cause that never stopped you from flirtin’ with me.” you laughed as you raised an eyebrow and crossed your arms, earning a chuckle from Cameron while he smirked at you.

“i’m glad i ain’t stop ‘cause look where it got me,” Cameron cockily smirked as he gently squeezed your knee again and his arm behind your head moved from the couch to the back of your neck, his hand making contact with your shoulder and slightly pulling you closer, “got me in yo’ apartment sittin’ on yo’ couch with them legs in my lap.”

you were now hyperaware of how close you and him had gotten since you started talking, and it only clicked once his cologne started flooding your nostrils again. the room filled with comfortable silence after Cameron’s words, the only sound being the soft advertisements coming from your TV. neither of you looked away from each other, and you honestly felt like you couldn’t because of how intensely he was staring at you.

he was starting to grow on you and you could feel it.

“sit on my lap.” the sound of Cameron’s demand broke you out of the trance his colored eyes had you in and a look of confusion crossed your face as your eyebrows furrowed and you let out a laugh of surprise.

“what?—”

“you heard me,” Cameron murmured as your eyes searched his face and you noticed how serious he was, which silenced the laugh you had brewing in your chest, “c’mere, big mama.”

as much as you hated to admit it, his nickname for you was starting to grow on you just as much as he was. usually when he called you ‘big mama’, you’d laugh or roll your eyes at him, but this time? this time was different.

as soon as the words ‘big mama’ left his mouth, you felt a faint ache between your legs.

reluctantly, you moved from your position on the couch and went to sit on Cameron’s lap like he asked, your thick thighs surrounding both of his while his hands rested on your hips and your hands found his shoulders.

“and don’t hover,” Cameron warned as you met his gaze and sheepishly grinned, knowing that he caught you about to full-on hover atop his lap instead of sitting on it like he wanted, “sit all the way down.”

“Cameron—”

“what i say?” Cameron raised an eyebrow at you and leaned his head back against the back of the couch to get a good look at you, “sit yo’ pretty ass all the way down, girl, i’m not playin’.”

“…i don’t wanna hurt you.” you mumbled, continuing to hover above his lap, as Cameron looked at you in disbelief and laughed in amusement, his grip slightly tightening on your hips.

you weren’t insecure about you weight. you used to be when you were younger, but as you grew up, you found the beauty in yourself and built your confidence up. however, the thought of putting all your weight on someone made you nervous. wouldn’t you be too heavy for them? would that not be an uncomfortable experience for them? would they even be able to fully support your weight? would you end up hurting them in the process?

so many questions would always run through your mind when it came down to sitting on someone’s lap, letting someone pick you up, and letting someone carry you, but Cameron wasn’t trying to hear any of it. he wanted to show you that he could handle you, but you were still hesitant and he noticed it immediately.

“girl, i hip-thrust shit heavier than you and you think you gon’ hurt me?” Cameron asked in amusement, raising his eyebrows, as he gently squeezed your hips, “i’m not gon’ tell you to sit down again ‘cause if i do, i’ma make you.”

your eyebrows raised in surprise at his words and a small grin pulled at the corners of your mouth as you hesitantly lowered yourself down onto Cameron’s lap, making sure not to hover so you didn’t have to listen to another pep-talk.

as you sat your weight on his lap, you started getting comfortable in the new position. truth be told, you’d never trusted anyone enough to sit on their lap before until now, so all of this was new for you. it wasn’t a bad feeling though. it just felt… warm, and it made your stomach flutter a little at the feeling.

“how much do you hip-thrust, Cam?” you asked in amusement, raising an eyebrow, as Cameron chuckled and cockily smirked at you, his thumbs rubbing your hips.

“a lot,” Cameron shrugged, making you smack your lips at his vague answer, “enough to handle you, big mama.”

you smacked your lips again and let out a hearty laugh at his answer, “oh, my God, you lame as fuck.”

“you on my lap, though, so i can’t be too lame, right?” Cameron smirked, raising an eyebrow, as his hands moved from your hips to your ass and gave it a gentle squeeze, making your hands shoot to his forearms.

“don’t push your luck, nigga.” you chuckled as Cameron’s smirk widened and his tilted his head a little, his colored eyes peering up at you mischievously.

“you sittin’ on my lap and you think i ain’t gon’ grab some of that ass?” Cameron chuckled, squeezing your ass again, as your grip tightened on his forearms in response, “you lucky i’m not hard with you sittin’ on me like this.”

your eyebrows raised in surprise — at his words and at the fact that he wasn’t hard — and you watched Cameron’s eyes wander across your body, his gaze moving from your big breasts to your chunky waist and down to your thick hips. his eyes rested there for a moment and occasionally flickered down to where you were seated on his lap, which was honestly starting to make him hard even though he wasn’t before.

the casualness in the atmosphere of the room was gradually shifting into something more and sexual tension was slowly seeping its way into the air, but it didn’t surprise you. you were honestly expecting it the moment he arrived, but it arrived later than you expected.

“Y/N,” the sound of your name coming from Cameron completely caught you off guard, and it was evident in your face. any other time he was referring to you, he’d just call you ‘big mama’, so hearing him say your name wasn’t necessarily a common thing, “can i kiss you?”

“huh?” the words slipped from your mouth before you could catch them, a small furrow forming between your eyebrows at Cameron’s question.

“stop playin’ and gimme’ a damn kiss, Y/N,” Cameron chuckled lowly, taking a hand off your hip, as he reached up and gently grabbed your jaw, pulling your face down to his but pausing before his lips could touch yours, “i’m not gon’ kiss you ‘til you let me know i can.”

your eyes lingered in his before flickering down to his lips, practically staring at his mouth while you contemplated the decision you were going to make. honestly, you didn’t think too long or too hard because your lips were on his before you knew it, the two of you kissing passionately while your hands moved upward from his forearms to his biceps.

his hand left your jaw and wrapped around your neck instead, holding it with enough pressure to make you hot and bothered while he deepened the kiss. his other hand remained on your ass and he grabbed a handful of both cheeks as he pushed your hips further down into his lap, making you feel his erection through his sweatpants.

“you feel that?” Cameron murmured against your lips as he purposefully shifted his hips underneath you and made his erection press harder against you, “feel what yo’ pretty ass do to me, big mama?”

“Cameron,” you gasped softly, your voice sounding breathless, as you pulled away from the kiss and looked down at your connected hips before looking back to his face, your eyes searching his, “how… how the hell did you get hard that fast?”

Cameron didn’t say a word, but the wide shit-eating smirk on his face said more than he ever could. his hand left from around your throat and his other hand left your ass as he securely wrapped his arms around you and stood up with you against him, holding you up with ease while his hands shifted to your thighs to properly hold you.

“Cam!” you exclaimed in surprise as you tightly gripped his shoulders and he let out a soft chuckle of amusement at your reaction while he continued holding you like you weighed nothing.

“you done playin’ with me like i can’t handle you?” Cameron asked, raising his eyebrows, as you looked down at him and reluctantly nodded your head, a smile creeping onto your face.

who were you to keep playing with a fine ass man who was skinner than you yet could lift you like you were as light as a feather?

“okay, you made your point. i ain’t gon’ play with you no more, Cam.” you smiled as Cameron cockily grinned and leaned in, giving you a brief kiss on the lips before pulling back.

“good, now tell me where yo’ room at so i can keep makin’ my point.”

never in a million years did you think you’d finally cave to Cameron’s advances, but here you were now: naked as hell and spread out across your bed while a shirtless Cameron licked you clean from your second orgasm, both of which were caused by that mouth of his.

guess his mouth had other abilities than talking shit.

“fuck,” you breathed out as you watched Cameron rise up from between your thighs, the lower half of his face completely soaked with your cum while he licked his lips, “i ain’t know you could eat pussy like that, Cam.”

“you wasn’t supposed to know,” Cameron chuckled as he climbed off of the bed, “it would’ve ruined the surprise.”

you laughed breathlessly as you watched him undress, your eyes drinking him in while he pulled off his sweatpants and boxers and exposed his dick.

“you got a condom?” Cameron asked as he climbed back onto the bed and hovered above you, his hands beside your head to balance his weight while his necklaces dangled above your face.

“it’s a box in that drawer. don’t ask how many’s in it ‘cause i forgot.” you answered with a small chuckle as you gestured towards your nightstand on the left of you, making Cameron chuckle while he leaned over and pulled open the drawer.

“how many niggas you done had in this room not to remember how many condoms you got left?” Cameron joked, pulling out a condom, as he shut the drawer and you smacked your lips before straight-facing him.

“Cameron, don’t fuckin’ play with me, nigga.” you retorted, a small furrow between your eyebrows, as Cameron met your gaze and he smiled a little, giving you a brief kiss on the lips before tearing open the condom wrapper with his teeth.

“i’m sorry, big mama.” Cameron cooed, pulling the condom out of its wrapper, as he tossed the wrapper onto the floor and rolled the condom onto his dick while you cracked a smile at his apology.

“i’ll accept your apology when you fuck me.” you smirked as Cameron’s eyes instantly flickered up to your face and he raised his eyebrows in surprise, a smirk pulling at the corners of his mouth.

“shit, you ain’t gotta’ tell me twice.” Cameron adjusted his body between your legs and his hand gripped one of your chunky thighs to pull your legs further apart as his other hand guided his dick towards your pussy, teasingly sliding the tip against your clit before placing it at your entrance.

he slid in slow, not wanting to rush it or unintentionally hurt you. as he pushed in, your jaw dropped at the stretch his dick was creating inside you, your hands practically clinging to his biceps while his hips continued pushing forward. he stopped once he was halfway in and his eyes searched your face as he looked down at you.

“you good? want me to keep goin’?” Cameron asked softly, intently studying your face, as you let out a heavy breath and slowly nodded your head.

“you… y-you can keep goin’, Cam.” and keep going, he did.

as he pushed further and further, he eventually buried all of his inches inside your walls, a deep groan falling from his lips while his eyebrows furrowed a little.

“fuck, you wet as hell,” Cameron groaned as his hands gripped your thighs and hiked them up to his waist, beginning to slowly rock his hips back and forth, “this pussy so fuckin’ good and i ain’t even been in it for five minutes.”

you moaned at his words and one of your hands left his biceps as you reached up and grabbed his jaw, pulling him down for a hungry kiss. your hands cupped his face and his grip tightened on your thighs as his chest pressed against yours, your hardened nipples brushing up against his skin while you tilted your head and deepened the kiss.

Cameron’s strokes gradually sped up and as they did, your ability to kiss back slowly diminished, your jaw going slack while blissful moans and needy whimpers poured from your parted mouth. Cameron’s eyes flickered open and he stared down at you as he stroked you, his lip tucked between his teeth while he admired your love faces.

“you so pretty, baby. so fuckin’ pretty with this dick inside you,” Cameron murmured as his hands moved from your thighs to the back of your knees and he pulled both of your chunky legs over his shoulders, making you gasp loudly, “shit, you sound even prettier moanin’ for me. you ain’t ever gettin’ rid of me after this, big mama.”

you couldn’t speak. hell, your mouth couldn’t even form words. all you could do was moan, and Cameron was enjoying every little sound you were making with his signature smirk sitting right on his pretty ass face.

the minute he pulled your legs on his shoulders, you knew he was about to make up for all the times you curved him. you could feel him even deeper inside you at this angle, and you were damn near seeing stars from his strokes. your hands clung to his arms to anchor yourself and his hands rested beside your head as he thrusted into you with a passionate yet quick pace, his dick hitting all your sweet spots deep inside of you with each buck of his hips.

“C-Camerooooon!” you whined desperately, your eyebrows furrowing, as your eyes rolled back and your head fell back against your pillows, your body rocking underneath his with each push and pull of his hips while your nails left crescent-shaped markings in his skin.

“i know, baby, i know. feels good, don’t it, big mama?” Cameron cooed, cockily smirking at you, as he leaned down and pressed soft kisses on your face, his lips trailing along your face from your cheeks to your chin and your ajar lips, “this pussy huggin’ the fuck out my dick, pretty girl. she needed to be fucked by a nigga who knew what to do wit’ her, didn’t she?”

Cameron pulled his head back a little and looked between the two of you, watching the way his dick pushed and pulled out of you while your essence coated every inch of him, “mhm, look at that. look at how she grippin’ me, baby. she actin’ like she don’t want me to leave her.”

you damn near ascended under him. it was like he was trying to take your soul and your body was putting up no fight to make him stop. you were practically turning into mush underneath him, your noises becoming less and less coherent while your eyes rolled back so far your irises were no longer visible.

“o-ohhh— fuuuuck— nnnnngh!” you brokenly cried out, your voice cracking, as your eyebrows furrowed deeply and the bridge of your nose scrunched up a little, your stomach muscles beginning to tighten up and your breathing starting to quicken.

“breathe for me, baby, c’mon,” Cameron cooed softly as he leaned down and pressed his forehead against yours, “in and out for me — real slow, a’ight? look at me while you do it.”

your hooded eyes dazedly met his gaze and you started fixing your breathing like he asked, which only intensified the pleasure that was coursing through your entire being. you didn’t know what had overcome Cameron, but you figured that since this was the first time you hadn’t curved him, he was going to take advantage of it and make you feel the best you ever had.

and boy, was he doing the job right.

“and you was so scared that you was gon’ break me… shit, it sound like i’m breakin’ you, big mama.” Cameron cockily smirked, his colored eyes peering down at you, as a grin slowly spread across your face and you giggled through your pleasurable gaze, but it was soon cut short by a loud gasp that ripped through your chest from your impending orgasm — and it was coming fast.

“Ca—Cam!” you whimpered desperately, your legs beginning to shake on his shoulders, as Cameron’s eyes searched your face and it immediately clicked in his mind what was about to happen, making his smirk widen, “i-i’m finna— i’m fffffinna— fuuuck, i-i’m ‘bout t-t-to—”

you couldn’t even get your damn words out because it felt like you were about to explode, but Cameron knew what you meant. he could tell by the way that your breathing had picked up again and how your body was trembling that you were about wet him up more than you did when he ate your pussy — and he was willing to drown in your essence for as long as he could.

“i know, baby, i know you ‘bout to cum. gon’ ahead and cum on yo’ dick, big mama, it’s all yours to have. show me how good i’m fuckin’ you and wet this shit up like a good girl.”

Adrian wasn’t a sentimental man. 

He walked the tightrope of psychopathy with a grace that most sane people lacked entirely. He didn’t flinch when he took a life, when he hurt someone, when someone hurt him. That lethal indifference to the conditions of his physical body let him do what he did, let him keep the streets clean. He’d take a bullet if he had to. Would kill a kid happily if Peacemaker couldn’t manage it. Anything for the cause, anything to ensure justice was carried out. 

He wasn’t sure if he was someone who felt love in the way others felt it, but he felt an equivalent. When you stripped him down to bare bones and organs, there were names carved messily on his heart just like anyone else. People who had managed to win his disgustingly solid loyalty, his devotee tendencies. Chris had been the first, then John, and now you. 

You hadn’t meant to put your name there, hadn't even realized he’d handed you the knife until the wound was already bleeding. You were nobody special, certainly not someone capable of dismantling an alien race. You were just a friend of a friend, someone who existed in quiet pockets of solitude and occasionally visited Emilia when you knew she was nearing an edge. That’s how it started, how he’d cemented himself as an irreplaceable aspect of the life you now shared with him. 

You worked a job that normal people worked, being different from them only in the tremendous weight of your worry. Your co-workers weren’t dating the deranged defender of their homely city - that was just a you thing. Your co-workers weren’t completely consumed by the possibility of a criminal getting the better of their partner, of having to see headlines about it, of having to watch people celebrate it. 

You were. You could barely breathe with the gravity of it sometimes. 

When the butterfly threat had been neutralized, you were thrilled to have Adrian go back to thieves and dealers. It wasn’t ideal, but he loved it, and you loved seeing him fulfilled. More importantly, he could handle those threats. He made it look easy with how equipped he was for it

Post 11th Street Kids, you and him had managed weeks of peace and domesticity. Nothing deadly hung over your heads anymore, just quiet nights and shared laughter over the absurd headlines being written about him. It was perfect, and it was calm, and it was yours. Something the two of you had all on your own.

After Chris tasked your lover with helping him clean up the corpse of his doppelganger, you knew that time was over. Something new was starting, and at the core of Adrian’s involvement was, yet again, Peacemaker. 

You never liked him much. You’d been excited to meet him after hearing the man you love speak so fondly of him. How he was a legend, how he was a role model, how they were best friends. After you’d met him, though, you saw the acidic truth that Adrian’s dedication wasn’t always reciprocated. In this case, it wasn’t even respected. 

You’d tried your hardest to voice it, to tell him what you’d felt, what you’d seen. How it seemed like Chris enjoyed him only as long as he was useful, only for the purposes he could serve. He’d looked heartbroken before you even finished talking, so you stopped. You cleaned it up, said Peacemaker just wasn’t your kind of person, but that Adrian was his own man. If he valued the friendship, that was what mattered. You showed your distaste through pointed stares and flat tones whenever you saw him, letting his pleasantries rot in the air like neglected fruit. 

Chris had been the cause of your first fight in months. Something entirely too burdensome for such a late hour. He’d called for Vigilante a little after 9, saying that he needed something in the other dimension, and he wanted backup for it. You told Adrian that the request was ludicrous, that not only was it late, but that it wasn’t his problem. Whatever strife the helmet-clad asshole was dealing with was something of his own doing. He should stay, go to bed, stop running to Chris’ every beck and call. 

He slammed the door on the way out. You went to bed angry. Something you both had promised never to do. 

The door didn’t slam on his way back in. He shut it gently with the hands of a man who’d lost a battle. His footsteps dragged, presumably staining the floor of your holy place with inevitable sins of the outside. It woke you up immediately, the irregularity. He didn’t walk like that. He didn’t open things like they’d yell at him if he pressed too hard. He entered spaces as he was, grand and malevolent. It made you nearly question his identity, question whether or not it was him who’d just walked into the bedroom. His breathing was audible for a moment, sounding like his lungs were shaking the oxygen out instead of fondly pushing. 

You sat up when it was clear he was standing still, waiting for something. The room was dark, but light from the window made him decently visible to eyes that had been in darkness for hours. You saw his lips part, as though he was trying to speak, but he just couldn’t. 

The sheets were parting around you before you even registered you were moving, allowing your legs to straighten as you stood up. You moved over to his slouched form, all the accumulated rage from before dissolving into nothing but cold air. Was he hurt? Why wasn’t he saying anything?

“Woah, hey.” His neck was craned down, eyes drooping cruelly to the floor, like he couldn’t bear the sight of you. Your hands burned with the heat of his flushed face, tilting his head back up to eye level. “What happened?” 

The second he felt the heat of your fingers, the warmth of life, he collapsed into you, forcing you on to the wrinkled sheets of your shared bed. His arms wrapped around you like a ravenous snake readying the prey for consumption. His forehead met your shoulder, nearly crushing you with how close he pressed himself. His cheeks were wet, he’d been crying. 

That put the fear of God in you. Adrian Chase didn’t cry. 

“Saw you die over there.” You were surprised at how cohesive his speech was, although slurred and thick with bottomless horror. His arms gripped tighter, somehow. Like he was trying to tuck you inside his chest to stop the ending he’d seen. “I saw you in the street and some guy just…” 

You didn’t have words that could properly convey the hurt radiating off of him. You weren’t equipped to talk him off this particular ledge.

You put your hand on the back of his head, wrapping both your arms harder against him. Reassurance felt wrong, and comfort felt unreachable with how shaken he was. He could clearly tell you were still alive in the world that was his, but it seemed like he couldn’t digest it. Like your voice, and your smell, and your presence wasn’t enough to stop the fact from slipping through the cracks in his heart. 

“I’ve just been sleeping, Adrian. I’m okay.” 

You said it as softly as you could, not wanting to shatter the stillness of the air. He nodded against your chest, but he still shook like he was watching what happened play on loop. 

“I know.” 

You sunk your head down slightly, kissing the side of his head and further messing up his curls that had puffed from the exertion of his outing.

You felt his hands find home on your hips, pushing his fingertips into the pliable flesh in a very specific way. Something he only did when he was needy, when he was aching for the intimacy of being taken, of being seen. 

His name slid through your barely parted lips, a warning in the softest degree. He was mourning, barely holding himself together enough to tell you what happened. You didn’t want to hurt him, didn’t want him to do this and then regret in the morning. 

“Please, I know. Just need to feel you.” 

You went to object, truly. Some vague declaration of his ill mind, his sleep deprivation, his grief. The start of it met his ears both irrefutable and insignificantly. It didn’t matter what you’d almost said, because the latter half died off at the first roll of his hips. The attire you rested in every night was made of thinner material than the clothes you wore during the day, making it that much easier for him to catch you at just the right angle. 

A heavenly groan fled from his lips, settling as a tiny vibration against the skin of your neck. Your hands were gripping him tight. Tighter than anything that could be covered by the guise of comfort. 

This was greed. Something mindless and insurmountable found only in the childish grinding, in the shameful moisture once again flowing from his glossy eyes.

“Fuck - just like that. Just need this.” His head stayed put against the crook of your collarbone, as though you could shield him from whatever sights were hidden behind his eyelids. “Don’t even wanna be inside you. Just need you close to me.”  

Sounds you’d never heard yourself make were pouring mercilessly out of you, not even encroaching the territory of the man above you. He was pitiful, exhaling whimpers so sharp and so wonderful that they could have sliced your skin on impact. It was a magical thing to hold him like this, to be someone so deep within him that this was the result of seeing someone with your face fall victim to circumstance. 

He was evidently hard now, and you swear the material of his suit was even rougher when felt through more layers. It’s solid and it’s perfect. The friction of his pumping hips burns you in a way you’d never anticipated, licking stripes of smooth fire up the length of your spine. 

“You’re too good for me. ‘m sorry I need you so much.”

You couldn’t think properly enough to interject, simply resorting to shaking your head in disagreement. The pressure of his evident bulge made you continuously clench around nothing, made your inhibition pour out of your ears like soap. You could feel evidence of your own arousal soaking through your underwear. You needed him just as bad, just as carnally.

“But I really fucking do. Couldn’t live without you. Wouldn’t want to.” 

He was so strung out that his sentences were bleeding into each other, wobbly and coarse. He was certain of only one thing - you. Your state wasn’t proving much better, head dizzy and fingers tight in his hair. The rhythm you’d managed to find with him was innate, as though your body knew what his was doing before it’d even been considered. It felt so fucking good that you didn’t know how to be with him, didn’t know how to be anything in that moment except whatever he chose to make you. 

“Couldn’t live without you either, Adrian.” 

If someone had heard an isolated recording of that response, they would most likely assume you were inebriated. Some type of alcohol or laughing gas making your words loopy. Devoted, even. Like someone who’d found the keys to the universe. 

And being there with him, it felt like you just might have. 

“Shit -” 

You could tell he tried to warn you, tried to tell you that he was done for. He didn’t manage to get the cautionary remark out of his mouth, breathing one of the prettiest noises you’d ever heard into your neck like he was sealing a secret into you. Branding you with the time he’d cracked open before you, with the time you’d held his fragments in place. 

Maybe in the other world you were gone. A speck of dust to be blown away amongst all the other extinguished life. But here, you were his. 

And he was yours. 

You sat on your fire escape, your phone held up to your ear in one hand while the other rolled the filter of the cigarette you were smoking between your fingers. You put the extinguished cigarette in the ashtray you had seated on the windowsill next to you and begin to reach for the pack for another, just to realize it’s empty. You curse to yourself, then climb through the window back into your apartment.

A smile creeps onto Dex’s face watching you grab a hoodie off your bedpost before jumping into a pair of sweatpants. You leave your apartment, and Dex loses sight of you momentarily.

In this time, Dex exits his own commandeered unit, but stays to the shadows once he’s out on the street, keeping out of your eyesight as you leave your building.

Dex waits until you enter the deli on the corner before he crosses the street and hoists himself up onto your fire escape with a practiced ease.

He finds the window to your apartment left wide open and climbs through it himself. Dex looks around your bedroom, seeing the familiar grey sheets hazardously thrown across the bed from when you overslept this morning, leaving it unmade. Carefully making his way around your room, he stops at your vanity, examining the new pictures you have stuck to the mirror alongside the old ones Dex has already seen before.

As he reaches for the closet doors, he stops in his tracks when a piece of blue fabric lying on the floor catches his eye. He bunches the soft lace-lined cotton material between his fingers as he brings it to his nose, deeply inhaling your scent. Dex clenches his jaw and balls up his fists even tighter, feeling the primal urges stirring deep within him.

He hears your voice from the other side of the front door, still talking on the phone as you shove your key into the lock. Dex stuffs your panties into his pocket before he leaves the same way he came in.

Thursday

Dex has been staring into the dark window of your apartment for an hour now.

With a few errands of his own to run earlier, Dex couldn’t follow you to work or even drop by your office building to watch you have lunch at your desk today. But having your work schedule memorized, he knows you should be home by now.

Your bedroom window was wide open yet again, and it beckoned Dex across the street like a siren’s song.

He ignores every rational thought that screams at him not to as he crosses the short distance from his side of the street to yours.

Climbing through your window, Dex’s eyes quickly adjust to the darkness of the room, looking around to see no one in sight. He instead finds a trail of clothes leading out of the room like breadcrumbs down the hallway, where he sees a sliver of light peaking through the bathroom door.

You are home.

Instead of turning around like he told himself he should’ve, Dex continues to follow the sound of the shower running, carefully making his way down the hall. Right outside the bathroom lies another pair of discarded panties. It’s nearly instinctual now for him to bend down and pick them up to add to his growing collection in his bedside drawer back at his apartment.

With the bathroom door left slightly ajar, Dex nudges it gently, further opening it for him to look inside.

You were obstructed behind the glass from the condensation clinging to the shower door, but he’s still able to make out the suds of soap cascading down your body as you bathe yourself. Standing under the stream of warm water, he can visibly see the tension dissipating from your shoulders. Your body wash clings to the humidity of the small space, enticing Dex further into the bathroom. His hands itch to touch you, wishing they were running all over you instead of your own.

Dex nearly reaches for the shower door handle when he hears the sound of your phone ringing from your bedroom, breaking him out of his trance.

He retreats back to your room to find your phone charging on your dresser, lit up with a call from your father. You must be speaking to him again. Dex watches the call go to voicemail before he picks up your phone and unlocks it. He smiles to himself. Of course, your passcode remains the same even after all this time.

After looking through your messages and finding nothing exciting among the threads with your coworkers, Dex swipes open your camera roll to see the recent food you’ve been eating, the bars you’ve been frequenting, and the friends you’ve been hanging out with.

“You could’ve used the door, you know.”

Too distracted catching himself up on your life, Dex didn’t hear the shower shut off. Nor did he hear your footsteps enter the room.

“You know where I usually leave the key,” you say.

This was an issue Dex kept having with you—he let his guard down.

Dex looks to see you illuminated by the moonlight coming in through the window. You’re only clad in a towel with your arms crossed over your chest, looking at him like he were a child caught with his hand in the candy jar. He feels the blood draining from his face and remains frozen in the shadows.

“I should go,” is all he says as he begins to back away toward the window.

“Why even come at all then?” You stop him before he can leave again.

A beat of silence passes before Dex admits, “I needed to.”

You reach over to flip on the light switch.

“Don’t.” Dex switches the lamp off before you could get a good look at his face. But you ignore his warning and turn the light back on.

Dex can’t tear his eyes away from yours as you approach, worried about what they might tell him once you see him up close. But all they hold is sorrow; the sight of the fully healed scar across his cheek breaks your heart all over again.

“Oh, Ben.” You caress his face gently, and he immediately leans into your touch.

Dex caves in, pulling you into his arms and locking you into a tight hug like someone would come and rip you away from him. “I needed to see you,” he mumbles into your hair.

“Seems like you’ve been seeing me just fine,” you say, nodding toward the open window that faces his apartment.

He opens his mouth to question how you could’ve known, but you beat him to it.

“After hearing about an inmate escaping from Rikers merely hours before an attempt is made on the mayor’s life by a sniper, it was pretty easy to figure out whose prying eyes have been watching from across the street.” You know him all too well—it kinda scares him. “I missed you, too,” you peck his lips.

One kiss was all it took for his entire resolve to break.

Dex flattens his hands against your spine to pull you in for a kiss again. Your lips meet in a hungry, needy clash of tongues, making your knees nearly buckle.

You only pull away when you feel your towel loosen around your body, threatening to unravel.

“Wanna let me get some clothes on?” you ask between giggles, attempting to pull away from Dex as you readjust.

“Why would I wanna do that?” he barely budges, firmly keeping you flush against his chest.

“I’m still very much naked under this.” you raise a brow.

“And you’re still wearing too much if you ask me,” he lowers his head to your neck, letting the faint scent of shea butter lingering on your skin flood his senses. But then Dex feels the uneven skitter of your pulse when he softly presses his lips to your jugular.

“What is it?” Dex asks, searching for an answer in your eyes. He can read you as well as his favorite book; there’s not much you could hide from him if you really tried.

“A lot can change in a year,” is all you say.

He certainly did.

Dex was fit before, but he’s practically doubled in size since. The thin material of his shirt stretches across his broad chest, the sleeves contouring his bulging biceps, while his sweatpants hang low on his hips, hugging his deliciously thick thighs.

“I can see,” Dex grins, sliding his hand down to your lower back, “You somehow got more beautiful,” he tells you, planting a kiss on your cheek.

You involuntarily roll your eyes, “you’re just saying that,” you mutter.

“Oh am I now?” Dex’s brows stitch together incredulously, “I kinda find that hard to believe when that new coworker of yours tries to find every excuse under the sun just to come and talk to you. He spends more time leaning in the doorway of your office than he does at his own desk.”

You laugh. How long has he been watching?

“Brian’s just a friend.”

“Doesn’t change the fact that I’ve seen how he looks at you. I mean, he was practically drooling when you came in yesterday wearing that baby blue dress.” It’s not like Dex could forget, even if he wanted to—it took everything in him not to put a bullet between Brian’s eyes as he walked to his car after clocking out.

“A lot can change in a year but what I feel about you hasn’t.” Dex says, “Unless it’s how you feel about me that’s changed,” you can visibly see the worry weighing on his shoulders.

“I wouldn’t have left the window open for you all these nights if it had,” you smile.

Dex kisses you again, but this time softer—slower. He gently cups your face, deepening the kiss as you crane your neck. Dex runs his tongue across your bottom lip, tasting the minty mouthwash you had rinsed with before you found him in your room.

Your hands travel up his chest, and it intimidates you a bit, feeling the difference in his size from the last time you saw him—felt him. Dex lowers himself to grab the back of your thighs and hoists you off the ground in one swift motion. You gasp into his mouth, feeling your feet leave the ground, and grab onto Dex’s shoulders. He takes the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth, and you grab his face eagerly accepting.

Dex takes his time walking over to your bed like he wanted you to savor every moment just as he was.

He sits down at the edge of your bed with you straddling his lap without breaking the kiss. You only part from his lips to catch your breath. Dex chases after your lips, desperate for more, forgetting he needed to breathe himself. He opens his eyes to find you looking at him.

You run a hand through his hair, slightly tugging his head back. Dex’s low-lidded lashes flutter as he grips the soft plush on your thighs, trying to fight those primal urges yet again. He’s waited this long to have you in his arms again; he didn’t want to rush this moment with you.

“My beautiful, beautiful angel,” Dex mutters as he drags you by your thighs higher up on his lap, seating you right on top of the bulge tenting his pants.

He begins littering kisses across your chest, and you arch into his touch.

“Dex,” you sigh, carding your fingers through the short hairs at the nape of his neck.

“Yeah?” he lowly draws out.

“Touch me.”

“I am,” he laughs.

“Don’t be such fucking tease. Not now, been too long,” the second half of that sentence came out as a whine.

Dex slides his hand under your towel, carefully dragging his hand across the skin of your inner thigh, inching closer to your core.

“Like this you mean?” he spreads your folds, softly petting your clit.

Dex slips two of his fingers inside of you, musing as he watches your face contort with pleasure. He languidly curled his fingers inside of you, moving at a slow come-hither motion as your hips begin to rock against his hand.

He croons, feeling your warm, wet walls open up for him. Dex keeps his eyes locked on you as you desperately grind against his hands, wishing he’d move his fingers. But Dex knows that’d be too easy. He knows your body too well; he could definitely make you cum with his hands tied behind his back.

“That’s it, pretty girl, get yourself off for me.” his arm flexes with each gentle stroke of his digits against your gummy walls.

“Dex, please,” You desperately whine as he pulls his fingers away just enough to stay gloved by your pussy but just missing that sweet spot inside of you.

He finally gave in to your pleas and sank his fingers the rest of the way until his middle and ring fingers were knuckle deep inside of you.

You buried your head into Dex’s shoulder as you gush onto his hand. Dex slowly pumps his fingers, hitting that soft spongy spot inside of you every time. You grab onto his arm, gently digging your nails into his skin as you feel yourself get closer to coming.

He presses his thumb to your clit, rubbing tight, calculated circles, and you cling to Dex’s shoulders tighter. He flips you onto the bed, lying you down while keeping his fingers buried inside of you.

His eyes stay trained on your face as he hovers over you.

“Come on, sweetheart,” Dex whispers in your ear, “Wanna feel your pretty pussy cum for me.” You feel him smile against your skin as your hips rise from the bed, chasing after that high. Your back arches and your thighs tremble. Your walls spasm around Dex’s fingers as they ferociously fuck you through your orgasm. The harmony of your whiny moans and obscene, slick squelching from between your legs filled Dex’s ears euphoniously. He basks in your beautiful sounds.

Your fingers wrapping around his wrist gets Dex to slow down before he slips his wet fingers out of your heat. Dex examines his glistening fingers as they catch the moonlight, coated with your arousal, before bringing them to his mouth and licking your juices clean off his hand.

“God, I’ve missed the taste of you,” he says before lowering his head to your neck, softly licking and nipping your skin between his teeth. Dex presses open-mouthed kisses along the column of your throat as he inches a hand up your thigh, pushing your towel open further. His hand continues the rest of the way up your body, until the rest of the towel unravels.

Dex sits back on his haunches, taking in your bare figure laid out before him like a gift he just unwrapped, and runs a hand through his hair.

As Dex’s eyes slowly drink you in, you were suddenly hyper aware of how exposed you feel while he was still fully clothed. You attempt to re-cover yourself, but Dex stops you by pinning your arms to the mattress beside your head.

“Oh, darling, don’t go trying to hide from me now,” he darkly smiles. Dex begins to make his way down your body, alternating between soft kisses and love bites.

He releases your arms to let his hands roam all over you, groping and kneading every part of your body. His calloused hands cupped your breasts, humming in delight as he welcomed the weight of them in his hands.

Dex buries his face between the valley of your breasts, licking and sucking your skin to leave red splotches that would blossom into purple bruises. Dex was careful of where he placed them, making sure you’d just barely be able to hide them; only visible to those staring hard at your cleavage—like a certain coworker of yours.

He rolls his thumbs over your pearled nipples, tweaking them between his deft fingers. You yelp, nearly grinding your hips against his clothed thigh.

Dex settles between your legs, shouldering them wider apart to make room for his broad frame. He kisses each of your thighs, directing them over his shoulders. Without hesitation, he laps at your folds, tasting the remnants of your previous orgasm. Dex hooks his arms under your thighs and pulls you closer to his face, burying his head deeper into your pussy. Your legs threaten to close around his head, the skin of your inner thighs scratching the stubble on his cheeks. But Dex’s arms barely budged, keeping you right where he wanted you.

Dex closed his eyes, losing himself in the taste of you on his tongue, gushing into his mouth like a never-ending fountain.

You could feel the growing wetness sticking to your thighs as Dex’s drool mixes with your slick, making a mess of the sheets below you. Dex brings his free hand between your legs, spreading your lips to tongue your labia.

His tongue weasels inside of you, and his nose bumps your clit, making you buck your hips against his mouth. Dex flattens one of his arms across your stomach, pinning you back to the bed. You tried to wriggle out of his hold, not because you wanted him to let go but to get him to exert more of his strength. You mewl, your head spinning as he keeps you locked in this position.

“Fuck, baby—you’re gonna make me cum again,” you moan. Your fingers comb through his hair, letting your nails gently scratch his scalp as you grip onto his dirty blonde locks.

Dex growls back in response, hungrily sucking on your clit. His tongue worked relentlessly, languidly swirling the bundle of nerves in his mouth. You cried out Dex’s name and roughly pulled on his hair, making him groan into your mound. The vibrations from his mouth send jolts of electricity up your spine, and your toes curl.

Your upper body flailed and jerked as your lower half was kept pressed against the mattress. Dex lapped up your cum, gladly drinking down your release until he felt the tense quiver of your thighs around his ears.

Dex sits up, and you look at him through your lashes, the lower half of his face wet with your juices. You watch as he licks his lips and wipes his mouth of your essence before he grabs the back of his shirt and tears it off over his head.

Your eyes run down the expanse of his chest to his defined abdomen, flexing with every slow breath he takes. You watch the muscles in his arms ripple under his skin as he begins to push his sweatpants down his hips.

Fuck me.

Dex looks up at you and laughs, “I’m getting there, sweetheart. Mind a little patience?”

Fuck, you said that out loud. No backing down now.

You slide off the bed and stand in front of him, “I’ve been patient enough, Poindexter, don’t you think?” You grab the waistband of his boxers and pull him close.

Dex brings his lips to yours, and your hands push his boxers down his thighs, freeing his dick from its confines. You take him into your hand, making him moan into your mouth. You run your thumb over the leaky slit, smearing his precum over his shaft. You twist and jerk your wrist as Dex throws his head back, giving you access to his neck. You lick a stripe up the side of his throat before tugging his earlobe between your teeth. You softly litter kisses across his neck before you return the favor and suck a bruise above his Adam’s apple.

“Fuck,” Dex sighs as he rocks his hips into your hand. He picks you up once again, guiding your legs around his waist. “I need to be inside of you,” Dex mutters against your neck, “need to feel you,” he says as he climbs onto your bed with you still clinging onto him like a sloth hanging on a tree branch. Dex sits with you in his lap, resting his cock between your wet folds. You reach between your bodies to take his cock into your hand again, rising out of his lap to guide his tip to your sopping core.

You bite your bottom lip as you feel the blunt head of his cock pushing into you. Dex roughly grunts, taking hold of your hips in both hands, trying to keep himself from slamming you down onto his lap in one go.

“Attagirl,” Dex deeply sighs, “just take it easy,” he soothingly rubs your back. His eyes fall to where your bodies connect, watching the way your pussy slowly sucks his cock the rest of the way in.

Your eyes screw shut as you drop your forehead to rest against his, feeling him fully sheathed inside of your warm cunt.

Dex wraps his arm around you, wanting to feel impossibly close to you. But even balls deep inside of you wasn’t enough for him—he wanted more. More of you.

“Holy shit, you fit around me just so perfectly,” his voice reverberates in your ear, “It’s like you were made for me.”

You hum in agreement, moving your legs from beneath you to flatten your feet on the bed and grab onto his neck.

“Just for you,” you tell him as you roll your hips.

Dex drops his hand to your lower back, letting you set the pace. You lean back, resting a hand on his thigh behind you to steady yourself as you rock your hips.

“That’s it, angel, take what you need," he rasps. "I'm all yours to use," he tells you. You moan at his words, throwing your head back with a lustful smile. You bring your lips back to Dex’s, and he swallows your sensual whimpers and cries.

You push him back onto the mattress, and his hands on your waist move south to cup your ass as Dex angles his hips up into yours. The tip of his cock easily finds your sweet spot, and you cling onto him once more. You let Dex take control, thrusting up into you at a faster—more desperate rhythm.

“Oh god, Ben, please,” you pant.

A deep growl rumbles in his chest. He slides his hands up your back, locking you into a bear hug as his thighs flex beneath you with every thrust of his hips. Your breathy whines and broken moans fill Dex’s ears while his cock repeatedly bullies your g-spot.

A smile spreads across Dex’s face as he watches you completely lose yourself on his cock. He pushes you back onto the bed, never slipping out of you as he fucks you into the mattress. He hooks an arm beneath your hips, spearing into you while using his other hand to press his thumb to your clit.

“God, you’re so wet. I can feel how close you are from the way you’re soaking me,” he says, reveling in the way your pussy pulses around him.

“M’so close…fill me up so good—feels so fucking good,” you slur.

A guttural moan rips from your throat, and your hips desperately buck into Dex’s. Your walls clamp around him as you cum. Dex nearly cums himself and quickly pulls out of you, making you whine from the sudden loss of contact.

He doesn’t leave you untouched for long, however, with his hand finding its way between your thighs once again, slipping his fingers back inside of you. You shoot upright and grab onto Dex’s arm, closing your legs around his hand.

“Dex, it’s too much please. I can’t-” tears pricked your eyes, feeling overstimulated.

“Oh but I know you can, darling. Need you to stay wet and ready for me.” Dex says like it takes much for you when it comes to him anyway.

Dex stands before you can process the emptiness his hand leaves you with. He wraps an arm around your middle, manhandling you onto your knees at the edge of the bed. Your head spins from having him toss you around like a ragdoll.

Dex brings his cock back to your slit, gently tapping your clit with his cockhead, and you fall back against his chest. Dex pushes inside of you, enrapturing you once again. He grunts deeply, letting his breath fan over your shoulder, feeling the way your warm, wet walls open up just for him. His lips press languid kisses up the back of your neck as he holds you there, not moving—just leaving his cock buried deep inside of you. You try to move your hips with his tip curving deliciously into your sweet spot, but Dex tightens his hold on you, restricting your movements.

“Just look at yourself,” he gently grabbed your face and directed your eyes to the mirror across from your bed by the window. The same mirror Dex would watch you stand in front of for half an hour, contemplating your outfits. Looking at your reflection, your lower stomach pools with arousal, seeing the scene before you. Dex slowly draws his hips back, just barely leaving his tip inside of you before filling you up again, making you shudder. “My precious angel, so needy, all fucked out. All just for me,” he says lowly in your ear.

Dex hugs your shoulders, and you feel his bicep nearly close around your neck every time his arm flexes as he thrusts into you. You weren’t worried he’d hurt you, though he was fully capable of doing so in this position. Your hands rest on his forearm, but you don’t stop him, and just roll your head back onto his shoulder.

“I’m so close, baby, please don’t stop,” you reach behind you, tangling your fingers in his hair, “Wanna cum again—wanna cum with you.”

His eyes were glued to your reflection in the mirror, intensely watching you as you fall apart. Dex’s arm around your waist pulls you back onto his cock, hitting that sweet spot inside you with such precision every time he bottoms out.

“Need me to fill you up?” he asks, and you slowly nod. “Gonna stuff you so full of my cum you’re gonna be dripping for days afterwards. Brian won’t have a doubt in his mind who you belong to then,” your velvety walls flutter around Dex, and he laughs. “Oh, you like the sound of that, huh? What a fucking tease you are.”

Dex’s hand reaches down to your puffy clit, pinching the sensitive bud between his fingers. Your orgasm crashes into you like a freight train, and you see stars. Dex continues to pump his cock into you, his hips stuttering as he feels the damn begin to break inside of him. Dex sharply pounded into you, the skin of your ass roughly slapping against his lower stomach.

If Dex still wasn’t holding you, you would’ve fallen forward face first onto the mattress, your legs unable to hold you up as you cum for the fourth time tonight. Warm ropes of Dex’s cum coat your inner walls in white. You quietly chanted his name, your mind growing hazy, only able to think of the man wrapped around you. Dex leaves kisses on your shoulder as his dick begins to soften, and he slowly eases out of you.

Dex hooks an arm beneath your thighs, effortlessly scooping you up bridal style. You settle in his arms, circling your own around his neck as you kiss him.

“Ben-”

He interrupts you because he doesn’t need to hear you say it. “I know,” and he passionately kisses you.

Not wanting to let you go, Dex carries you out of your bedroom to the bathroom. He sits you on the bathroom counter, starting up the shower before opening the door to step inside. He holds his hand out for you, which you quickly accept, allowing him to pull you into the shower with him.

After your second shower of the night, you were finally able to dress yourself in one of Dex’s old Quantico shirts and now lay with your head on his chest.

The sounds of the city coming in through the window were drowned out by the sounds of Dex’s heartbeat in your ears. You feel him trace spiraling shapes on your skin with the tip of his fingers.

He breaks the comfortable silence to ask, “When did you start smoking again?”

“Few weeks after you were indicted. It’s a good distraction,” you answer, gently stroking the blonde hairs on his chest.

“It’s not good for you,” Dex says, but you can hear the hint of amusement in his tone.

You lift your head to look at him, “When has that stopped me?”