Chapter Text
Just a little rush, babe
To feel dizzy, to derail the mind of me
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Rick reflexively turned around, eyes greeted by the sight of you — your attire left very little up to the imagination. His eyes slowly travelled downward to fix on your chest, making sure to take a moment to really get a good look — he could at least admit he missed those.
You were wearing a sheer bralette, something comfortable, but, and barely providing coverage. His eyes still crept slowly downwards, eventually disappointed by some boxers instead of something more… lewd .
That was until he had a realization.
Wait, are those mine? How long has she had those?
“Take a picture, it lasts longer.” A smirk was plastered across your face, one hand on your hip and the other fidgeting with the bottom of your underwear.
“As if we haven’t do-rrrpp-ne that before,” he retorted, wiggling his eyebrow at you playfully.
Rick did in fact save videos and pictures of you several yards deep in a safe in his underground lab. He couldn’t risk Morty accidentally getting his dirty little fingers on it. The kid was traumatized enough as it is, plus they were unseen by anyone but you and himself, and he intended to keep it that way.
You waltzed over to him, same confident sway as before, hand delicately slipping to rest on his chest as you pulled yourself up to press against him.
“I’m really glad you decided to come.” You cooed into his ear. Rick’s breathing hitched, but he was rendered speechless. Noting the lack of response, you teasingly ran your hand down his chest, abs… barely missing his crotch to instead intertwine your hand in his. As you anticipated, his reaction was a disappointed scowl. Despite that, he still allowed you to lead him to the bed, gently but firmly pushing him to sit.
“So w-what’s the deal?” Rick looked away from you. “Are you just lo—orrrghh-oking for a good lay again? Alien parts just not doing it for you anymore?”
You smiled subtly, grabbing a tray and some powder and sitting yourself down next to Rick.
You took a deep breath in an attempt to quell your growing anxiety in your stomach. Rick already reeked of alcohol — you assume he probably always did these days — his drug and alcohol habits weren’t necessarily always good before, but the belching and increased stuttering indicated worse.
Still, when you breathed him in, there was still that familiar musk under it all. It made you want to bury your face into his shirt and inhale him. It was intoxicating.
You pushed together two lines of powder and quickly took a bump, quickly offering the other to Rick. He’d never turn down a free high, so he of course obliged.
Within seconds both of your eyes lit up blue, and you two let out a simultaneous exhale of relief at the rush of dopamine relaxing your muscles.
“Just like old times…” you sighed, leaning back onto the bed, grabbing Rick by the arm and pulling him down with you. He was always a lot more malleable when high.
“Sure is,” Rick grinned, eyes half lidded, blissed out from the intense initial rush. “Well, except with less 69-ing.”
“That can be fixed.” You turned onto your side, tracing lines on his chest, slowly but carefully, noting the small changes in his breathing as your hand moved up and down.
Rick grabbed your wrist suddenly, causing you to startle and fall back a bit. “Why did y-you decide to come back?” He shifted his position to now hang over you, eyes fixated on yours, expression flat, yet menacing. “Someone finally hire you to kill me or some shit? Gonna shoot me w-w-while my dick is out?”
“If I wanted you dead you’d be dead, Sanchez.” A grin creeped across your face. He of course knew that. You always had an equal amount of carelessness and the same death wish as him. Back in the day, the two of you would go on benders regularly — sometimes you’d get a little too high, a little too drunk, start a pointless fight and try to kill each other. You both always insisted it was harmless and just good-old-fashion-fun, and no one challenged that, considering your reputations. In the end it all ended in a truce, and like it was some fucked up type of foreplay, would usually lead to an enthusiastic session of mutual head.
“So what’s with the —errrp—young flesh suit, then?” He tightened his grip on your wrist, observing your skin closely, running his thumb up and down.
“I made a sort of deal with a guy, got some cool powers and shit,” you lied poorly, quickly grabbing his flask out of his other hand and taking a swig, recoiling at the taste. “Ugh, this is disgusting! How are you even alive?” You playfully pushed it back into his hand while calling back laughing.
“Your guess is as good as mine, babe.” He took another drink and let go of your wrist, instead opting to lean further over you and hold you by your chin. His eyes scanned around your face, taking it in; up close he could see some signs of aging, but it was remarkably subtle, as if you had fell into a universe with much slower time. “What did you-ghh- trade ?”
“Eh, not much,” you averted your eyes from his gaze. “Just like, me, my existence, my soul, however you choose quantify the concept of self,” you wave off your words, still grinning.
He squinted at you.
“Why t-the fuck would you do something stupid like that?”
“Bored.” You feigned a yawn, nuzzling your head into his neck. “Oh come on Rick, you do everything under the sun in an effort to ‘accidentally’ kill yourself, if you’re not admittedly trying to kill yourself. Who fucking cares, you know? You of all people should get it.”
“Got me there.” He half smiled, and your nerves relaxed at the sight. You wanted to break through to him just a little bit, yearning for a touch of what you used to have.
The room was quiet for a moment, heightening the intensity. Your skin was buzzing from the high and you could feel every breath Rick took like it was your own. The two of you turned to each other at once, moves practically mirrored. Rick’s breath stank of ethanol yet all you could think about is how much you wanted to kiss him again.
He must have been thinking the same thing, since before you could even make a move, he already had snaked his hand behind your head and pulled you into a deep kiss. You groaned into his mouth, gripping onto the collar of his lab coat as leverage to pull yourself closer. Rick flipped himself so he was fully face to face above you, now staring deep into your eyes. The both of you seemed confused at the other, trying to piece together the others intentions. The silence was almost painful as you two took a moment to read the other.
You broke the stillness first, gripping onto one of Rick’s wrists and bringing it to your face. You slipped your mouth eagerly around his index finger, flicking your tongue against it playfully and sucking intently.
“Fuck,” Rick groaned. In response you gently dug your knee into his growing erection, eliciting a growl from deep within his throat. He scrambled his hands under your back, unclasping your bra and pulling it off viciously. Without hesitation, he buried his face between your breasts, kissing and biting at the skin. “G-God damn I missed these.”
“What, haven’t seen a boob in awhile?” You teased as you snacked your hands into his hair.
“Drownin in em, baby.” He smirked before giving you a firm bite to your soft and unmarked flesh. “Can’t a man just miss an especially good pa—rrgh-ir?”
You rolled your eyes, now reaching down to his shirt. He let you help him remove it, fingertips grazing his skin ever so slightly. Your breath slowed as you ran your hands down his chest. He was still so pleasantly toned and decorated in scars. You always loved that about him. His body looked so beautifully used - not sanitary and untouched.
“Now who is sta—rrgh—ring,” he mocked.
“Shhhh,” you hushed, bringing your lips to his again.
After a brief kiss he returned to your body, giving small bites all over your naked flesh, your hands exploring his in return, gripping sharp nails into him territorially.
The peculiar thing about this encounter was how overwhelmingly intimate it still felt, despite the two of you being strangers for so long. Granted, it could partially be the drugs, but you were entirely expecting to have a fiery and angry fuck-fest and likely go back to your lives separately for good. After all, Rick had developed quite the reputation of a playboy since you last saw him, and you expected there would be some (reasonable) resentment.
But it didn’t. The two of you took your time, breathing each other in. Lips touching lips, lips touching skin, skin touching skin.
By now he had lowered his kisses down to your lower belly, making contact with the band of the boxers you were wearing.
“So y-you still wear my crap? Sentimental much?”
“Mhm.”
Rick grinned before he began to pull the boxers down, licking his lips —
— Interrupted by a loud screeching from the device on your wrist.
“Shit,” you muttered, sitting up quickly, earning a disappointed scowl from Rick. “Fuck fuck fuck…”
“What’s the fu—urpp-ing big deal?” Rick cocked his eyebrow, looking incredibly disappointed, maybe actually just angry, face still inches from your crotch.
“You gotta go.” You scrambled up, sloppily putting back on your bra and pulling on a discarded shirt from earlier.
“Are you f-fucking serious? You come back outta nowhere after thirty years just to bl-eeghh-ue balls me?” Rick snapped while indigntantly pulling his clothes back on. “Real classy move t-there Sugar.”
“SHUT UP,” you snapped back at a shockingly loud volume, somehow surprising even yourself. Rick scowled, though at this point more annoyed than anything else. “Shit, I’m sorry,” you covered your eyes with your hands and took a deep inhale. “Look, I promise I’ll explain. You have my word. Just… it’s something really fucking serious, okay? I need you to trust me.”
“Yea, sure haven’t heard that before.”
“Rick. Please.” You begged, grabbing your hands in his and leaning down to gently brush noses. “I’ve wanted to see you for so long. I’m risking everything here.” You gave him a soft, tender kiss before reaching behind your neck. You were wearing a long chain with a ring dangling from it that you began to unclip, gently placing it in Rick’s palm.
Rick stared at it for a moment. He remembers this piece very clearly. He can’t even recall if he’s ever seen you take it off until now — other than one time when it was nabbed in a fight, where he promptly watched you beat the face in of the perpetrator until he was pulverized to juice.
“It belonged to someone very important to me,” You had admitted to him once, never being eager to explain further. Your past was something that you never indulged in sharing, and Rick and you always had a mutual understanding that some things are simply better left unsaid. It was just clear to anyone that knew you that it was the one thing you never lost sight of.
This made him scowl.
Shit, she’s serious.
“You can hold onto this for now. Think of it as some sort of stupid promise ring, or something. You know I’ll be back for it.” Your lips were curled into a smile but your eyes were visibly tensed with pain. Rick nodded once as he put the necklace on and tucked it under his shirt to make sure it wouldn’t be visible. On his person was the safest place — he knew even he wouldn’t be safe from your wrath if something happened to it.
“Fuck, alright, I’ll leave. I’ll send you an address. J-just fucking, show up whenever.” He started to turn around to leave, clenching his fist so hard he dug his nails into his palm. He ground his teeth as he instead whipped around, fingers curling painfully into your shoulders, holding you in place so he can get firm eye contact. “Whatever dumb monkeys-paw type bullshit y-you’ve got y-yourself wrapped into — I-If you decide to be less fucking stubborn, I can get rid of it. Just ask.”
You wiped your eyes (sometimes you just hated crying), nodding. He stared at you for a second before giving you a firm but brief hug.
Seconds later, he was gone.
Rick stepped back out of the portal into his garage, visibly angry and stirred up.
“How was it?” Morty asked nervously, cowering in the doorway and tapping his fingers together.
“Fan-fu-errp-cking-tastic,” Rick replied with his tone dripping with sarcasm, making sure to take a hearty drink from his flask before tossing it on his desk.
“Ah jeez Rick, I’m sorry,” Morty said, unsure of what else to say. “D-did she say anything to you?”
“Jesus f-fuck Morty, why do you even care.”
“I-I’m just trying to be nice!”
“Well it’d be nice if you would just leave me the fuck alone.”
“Fine! Whatever!” Morty stomped off, leaving Rick to slump back down on his chair.
He rubbed his temples, grumbling to himself.
I shouldn’t have even fucking gone there, he thought, leaning back, choosing to drink straight from a bottle this time.
A waste of fucking time. I need to stop letting my dick lead the way.
He sighed, now leaning forward, his face in one of his hands, bottle in the other. For a man who constantly went on and on about the irrationality of feelings, of love, he sure couldn’t ever help himself when an old flame stumbled back into his life. He thought he learned his lesson after the stint with Unity.
No… he’d probably never learn his lesson.
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Just a little hush, babe
Our veins are busy but my heart's in atrophy