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Where the fuck was she? She thought as she pulled her sleeves down over her hands looking around the wooden structure that surrounded her. Her heels clicked along the hardwood floors as she searched for signs from anyone else.
“Gar?”
“Rachel?”
“Tim?”
“Conner?”
“Dick?” She called out the last name cautiously. No one replied. She sighed loudly.
“Kory?” His deep rasp filled the room from the top of a narrow staircase. Even though his was not the voice she preferred to hear at this moment, she was oddly comforted by it. She was hoping for Gar or Rachel. Anyone but the person who was triggering her the most right now. But that was just her fucking luck.
“Dick, I’m downstairs,” she called back to him. He burst from a door above her and ran down the stairs.
“Kory what the fuck happened? Are you okay?” He checked over quickly, grabbing her arms to make sure she was really there and not some fucked up allusion by Mother Mayhem.
“I’m fine, I’m fine,” she brushed him off. How dare he act concerned for her… like he didn’t just… didn’t just denounce the vision of their little girl. She sucked in a breath and tried to focus on the situation at hand. She was happy that he was here. Well relieved. At least she wasn’t alone. But being in, wherever they were... together, after the conversation they just had, was not necessarily her idea of a good time. This was the least unified they had ever been, but they had to work together if they were going to figure out how to get out of their current predicament.
“Okay good. Let me just check out this place. Stay here.” He nodded his head in agreement, trying to ignore his frustration at her rushing to be free from his touch.
“Maybe I should go with you? We were just blasted with magic.” She raised her eyebrow at him with mild annoyance.
“You’re right. Come on.” He stalked off to the small kitchen area, then the even smaller living area that was covered in a fur rug and fireplace. A small butcher plaid sofa sat in front of it.
“Where are we?” She asked quietly.
“I have no clue, but this is a cabin,” he answered shortly. He lifted some shutters in the living area and snow as high as him covered most of the view outside. “Fuck.”
“What’s wrong?” She peered at the snow around him.
“This snow. It’s high as hell. I’ve never seen snow this high. I don’t know how we’re going to be able to leave,” he grimaced.
“Snow?” For the most part, she managed to stay away from the ice falling from the sky. Surely she could probably melt it and get them out there.
“Frozen rain basically,” he deadpanned.
“I know what snow is,” she growled. “I have never seen this much of it though.” Maybe she wouldn’t melt it for this smart ass.
“Yeah me neither.” He turned back to her unenthusiastically. He moved to San Francisco to get away from the cold, snow in particular.
“Where do you think the kids are?” She asked as she pulled out her cell phone from one of her boots. “Damn, no service,” she whispers to herself.
“No clue. I just hope they are together,” he pulls his mask off in frustration to scrub his face. “It looks like it’s getting dark. There’s no way this melts before the sunsets. I’ll go take a look and see if I see there’s a car or anyone out there.”
“What are we going to do if there isn’t?” She looked around a bit helpless.
“We’ll wait it out. Hopefully there’s some way we can get out of here soon.” He gripped her shoulder cautiously before carefully opening the front door. A bale of snow slid into the entry way as he jumped out of the way.
“Oh X’hal, this is going to be a mess.” She shook her head and ran her fingers through her hair as she looked around for anything to mop up the melting snow.
“Kory, just try to relax.” He wasn’t helping.
“Try to find help.” She cut her eyes at him. He breathed deeply as if he was about to respond, but thought better of it and started his trek into the blizzard. “Be careful,” she whispered after him.
“I’ll be right back.” He called behind him.
A few minutes later Kory managed to find some towels as she picked up most of the snow that had made its way inside and dropped it into the sink. She managed to soak her sleeves and front of her suit in the process. She had to get out of it or she was going to freeze from hypothermia.
She climbed the stairs and scoped out the bedroom where Dick had entered from. It was cozy and modest with a queen size bed covered in a plaid quilt and down comforter. The room was completed by simple decor along the walls and drawer. She checked the closet and found a button down flannel shirt and wool socks in the drawer. Everything was sized for a person much bigger than her but she would make due. Inside of the bedroom was a small but elegant bathroom, with a standing shower, sink, and toilet all stationed close together but clean so she felt comfortable using them. She turned the water to its highest heat setting in the shower, peeled off her suit and stepped inside. Once her body temperature was warm enough and she was clean, she stepped out, wrapped herself in a plush towel and pulled her hair into a loose top knot.
Surely Dick would be back by now. She peeked out of the door and didn’t hear his heavy footsteps. She sent a silent prayer that he was okay. Almost started to regret not joining or helping him check the place out. But he insisted. She shrugged to herself at his questionable decision making skills. His need to be the savior would never die. She scrubbed the rest of the makeup off of her face and slipped on the large flannel and socks before deciding to head to the kitchen. On her way down the stairs the front door swings open and Dick steps inside, face nearly frost bitten and lips starting to turn an unnatural shade of blue.
“X’hal Dick! Are you okay?” She pulled his face into her hands to start to warm him up, rubbing his cheeks in her palms repeatedly.
“Mm fi- fine,” his teeth chattered.
“I didn’t expect you to be out there that long. I should’ve gone too. I’m sorry,” she whispered as she started to pull the armor of his suit off of him.
“Ssokay. I, I said stay. You look,” his voice trailed off as he noticed her bare legs, casual face and hair.
“I look what?” She looked at him incredulously. No way was he checking her out with his dick nearly frostbitten. This one was shameless.
“Cozy,” he chuckled.
“I got wet from all the snow you let in.” She giggled softly at him. She was still annoyed, but she could still laugh at his aloofness. “Now let’s get you out of this suit and warmed up.” She pushed him up the stairs and into the bedroom she just occupied. “Bathroom there” she pointed. “In. Now.” She pushed him inside and closed the door swiftly behind him. She found a pair of mens work pants and a thermal long sleeve and set them on the bed for him to find once he finished showering. Nothing too fancy, but it was big enough for him and would work until they were able to leave. Once she hears Dick in the shower she goes back down to the kitchen to try and find something to eat.
Unfortunately there wasn’t much. A pack of crackers, a bottle of wine, and some firewood. Fuck, they had to find a way out soon or she was going to die of starvation. She popped the bottle of merlot and took a long swig from it to calm her down. She could survive a few hours trapped in a cabin with Dick after their biggest disagreement ever. Right? She puts the bottle down and starts placing the wood in the fireplace. When she feels someone brush behind her, startling her and making her drop the wood clumsily.
“Need some help?” He asked softly joining her in a crouch in front of the fireplace.
She turned to look at his face. His coloring was back normal again, his dark hair damp and sticking to his forehead, lips pink, eyes dark and searching.
“Yeah, no more fire power unfortunately. If I use it, it’ll disintegrate everything.”
“You have to use lighter fluid too.” He grabs the liquid on the floor on the other side of the fireplace and squeezes it on the wood. Behind the fluid, conveniently placed were matches. He strikes one and tosses it into the flames and the fire whooshes to life in front of them heating their chilly skin. “Human Magic.” He smiled at her and she rolled her eyes.
They sat in silence for a few minutes, Kory occasionally sipping from the wine bottle and pulling her knees closer to her. Keeping a respectable distance from his warmth. He held his hands up to the flames warming them occasionally.
“Kor—,”
“Dic—,”
They spoke at the same time. They awkwardly chuckled. Dick held his breath and shook his head. They hadn’t been this awkward together in a while. It was a strange feeling. “You go first.”
“I was gonna ask if you wanted some wine.” She held the bottle out to him. He took it from her and drank after her in the firelight. The mild burn to his chest was welcomed.
“Thanks.”
“What were you going to say?” She followed up quickly.
“I know I’m the last person you want to be here with right now.” He replied sheepishly.
“Not entirely true. Conner ‘Luthor’ might have you beat or maybe Jinx.” She took another swig of wine.
He winced at the mention of Jinx. He hoped she would recover from the stabbing, but she didn’t look so good before they all blipped. He sent a silent thanks that he wasn’t stuck somewhere with her either.
“True, but I know I disappointed you earlier.” He was really going to start this conversation now. She handed him the bottle as she waited for him to continue. He wanted to take the bottle out of her hand and just kiss her. That would explain everything he was failing to say verbally at the moment but he couldn’t do that again. They had been down that road before and things were different now. A lot different. The visual of their beautiful daughter waving him down popped into his head.
“It wouldn’t be the first time. I just thought we were past that,” she added softly.
“I know. Me too. I know why I didn’t tell you.” He looked at her his Adams apple bobbing nervously.
“Why not?” She turned to face him, resting her chin on her knees in front of her. She looked so small and soft, and he wanted nothing more than to gather her in his arms, but there was still a tension between them. She rubbed her feet together softly in what looked like an attempt to warm them.
“Give me your foot.” He asked lowly.
“What?” She looked up at him confused.
“I can help you warm up,” he offered.
“No distractions Grayson,” she narrowed her eyes at him.
“I promise. I just want to help. And it’ll give me something to do while I talk,” he laughs softly. He took another sip of wine before trading the bottle with her for her right foot. He gripped her calf softly as he begin rubbing soft kneads into her skin as he moved down her leg. She bit her lip, stifling a moan of relief as he warmed her calf and ankles.
“Can I take these off? It works better if you can get direct body heat from my skin?” He requests and raises his eyebrow in persuasion.
“Uh huh.” She looks like she doesn’t believe his excuse but lets him pull the wool sock off her foot anyway. His calloused covered palms expertly massage into her arch and he watches her breath slow as she relaxes into his touch.
“Not telling you was a mistake. Something I am going to regret for the rest of my life. I just want you to know that. I didn’t want you to feel like we had to be together because I had this vision of a future for us. I didn’t want her to be the only reason, we tried to make us work. As much as I know I want her, I want you more. And I want you to want me for what we have and not because some vision tells you it’s destiny. I want us to choose each other first,” He placed her foot in his lap and looked at her longingly.
“Dick, I, I chose to stay for a reason. Before either us knew about this vision. I’ve been choosing you this whole time,” she revealed softly.
“I know, Kory. It scares me. You having all of these visions and prophecies manifesting is scary. Because if I believe in the prophecy in that book. That you would die. I can not and won’t bring myself to believe in that. I am going to do whatever I have to do to make sure that one doesn’t come true. And if I believed in her, then that would mean I would have to believe that I might lose you. And I can’t—,” his words got caught in his throat and his shoulders raised near his ears at the thought.
“Dick,” she scoots closer to him resting her palms on his thighs. “I understand,” she smooths her hand on his cheeks. He leans into her touch. His heart speeding up in excitement to be back in her good graces. She smiles at his visible relief. “So what do we do?” She asks breathlessly.
“Don’t hide things from each other.” He smiles at her softly.
“Besides that, what are we going to do about us?”
“Maybe you let me make it up to you.” His gaze turned darker with his hidden agenda.
“How?” She raised her eyebrow suspiciously.
“I’ll have to show you.” He brought her foot up his chest and to his lips.
“Dick what are you doing?” Her nerves teetering. No one had ever put her foot near their lips before. She eyes him suspiciously.
“Shhh” he placed her foot against his lips and kissed her toes.
“But I—,”
“I,” he peppers another kiss against her foot, watching her skin flush. “Want,” he brings her big toe into his mouth and sucks slowly. He watches the green in her eyes blow out as her pupils enlarge with excitement. “You,” he kisses along her ankle. “To. Be. Quiet,” he punctuates each word with a kiss up her leg, placing her calf against his shoulder. Her legs spread open for him. Showing him everything he needed to see. “No panties?” He cocked an eyebrow up at her.
“They got wet,” she shrugged nonchalantly.
“Can I get something else wet?” He continues his ascent up her leg. Pressing kisses and small bites up her inner thigh and she lays back on her elbows on the plush rug beneath them.
“Mmhmm,” she nodded her head slowly biting her lip. How could she resist when he was already half way up her thigh?
He continues climbing her thigh with his tongue and lips tracing slow circles against her groin while he picks up her left leg and places it on his other shoulder to pry her open obscenely before diving into her center. The shirt she’s wearing wrinkles at her hips and he slips it up her belly further to expose more of her soft skin to him. He places a light kiss on her clit and watches as goosebumps rise against her flesh, a light moan escapes her breath from the sensation as he smiles in satisfaction.
Her body was always so responsive to him. He kisses her sensitive skin again before flicking his tongue against it and watches her chest heave under his spell. He licks a long stripe from her entrance to her clit and feels her heels dig into his shoulder blade pushing him further into her. She was always greedy when it came to him feasting on her but he would draw this time out. Maybe 2 or 3 orgasms worth before he gave her anything else. He stuck his tongue inside of her, lapping up all of her essence before giving her attention to where she needed it the most. She panted and squirmed under his ministrations as his tongue worked its way over her folds and back to her swollen bud as he applied pressure and pulsed against her. Her shallow breaths and wild pants let him know that she was near her end.
Dick. Dick. Dick. Dick.
She chanted as he continued his pleasure spiking licks, sucks, and pulls. Not stopping until she was a whimpering mess at his mercy. Her orgasm only pushed him further into her, making a mess of his own face with her liquid heat. Their eyes never left each other unless she pushed them shut from the intensity of his gaze on her and her cunt. She was so in love with him, it was almost painful. Why they had waited so long to be together like this was beyond her realm of thinking at this point.
He pushed two solid fingers inside of her soaking entrance and massaged her spot tenderly, ripping another scream from her throat as she came only seconds later. He wanted to bury his dick inside of her but he promised he would make it up to her, so he had to put his own pleasure on the back burner. Good thing that wherever they were nobody else could hear them. No need to hush or quiet her down for fear of somebody interrupting what they had gotten started. He could continue drawing screams from her all night if he needed to. Anything for her forgiveness.
Maybe blipping into this cabin was the best thing for them. He had gotten to say how he felt, how much she meant to him, and how he never planned for any harm to come to her. He would do this for the rest of his life if she let him. Protect her, their future, their family. Give her the pleasure she deserves daily. As often as she wanted it, wherever she wanted. He just couldn’t lose her. No matter what happens when the sun rises, they would figure it out.
Together.