Benefits
Title: Benefits - Goodmorning
Characters: C/DG, possibly everyone else eventually
Timeline: Post eclipse
Genre: Romance/Comedy
Rating: M!!!
Disclaimer: I don’t own Tin Man
Summary: DG proposes a change to the dynamic of her relationship with the Tin Man. Adding a few...benefits...to their friendship
Previous: Just Talking | Logistics | Free Time
A/N: So I was completely failing with my phone and instead of doing something helpful I accidentally pushed the speaker/reading button and the damn thing started reading the first sentence of this chapter aloud in its monotone girl voice. Luckily I was in a not so crowded lounge and only this one Asian guy nearby heard. I studiously avoided eye contact as I let out a litany of curses and almost threw my phone up in the air scrambling to turn down the volume. I about died. Sweet Jesus.
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DG awoke with an unusual feeling between her legs.
Not one that necessarily spoke of having sex recently, but more of the nature that spoke of having sex recently and now had somewhat of an itch that could only be satisfied by…having more sex. A most irritating concept when one isn't habitually sleeping right the hell next to the person that could provide said sex.
She rolled on her back and stretched, assessing the seriousness of the situation. She rotated her hips this way and that for a few moments. She even slid her hand beneath her pajama shorts for a few very frustrating minutes and ended up only confirming her suspicions.
Which is why DG found herself ripping the covers away, stripping completely, snatching her robe from the chaise next to her bed, and slipping out of her room at 5 am. She snuck down two hallways, a staircase, and a foyer to get to the bedroom she was seeking. Once she slipped inside she figured it was only a matter of seconds before she was discovered. Much to her surprise she was able to walk clear across the room, slip between the sheets, and stretch out with her head propped up in her hand without so much as a sigh in recognition.
She studied the man sleeping before her with amusement. He was face down, clutching his pillow like it would disappear, his expression reminiscent of a kid having got what he wanted on Christmas.
"So. I was thinking," she announced as if they were in the middle of a conversation. He jolted awake and pried an eye open to look at her. "Your room really is an inconvenient trip away from mine..."
He squeezed his eyes shut for a moment before fully focusing on her.
"Is that so?" His voice was muffled by the pillow.
"Yes. Yes it is." He considered her for a moment.
"Well you should rest up then..." he muttered before flinging an arm around her shoulders, pulling her to his chest. As he rolled over on his back, he took her with him. He secured her in place with his other arm wrapped low around her waist. Closing his eyes, he breathed deeply, preparing to go back to sleep. She laughed and pushed half-heartedly at his shoulder near where her hands were pinned in between them.
“But Wyyyattt…” she whined, hooking a leg over his. “I came allll the way down here to see you. The least you could do is give me a proper hello.” Without opening his eyes again he slid his hand downward and patted her behind.
She tried very hard not to laugh again, but failed.
“Wyatt Cain. Infamous morning person.” She wiggled until she was straddling him beneath the sheets. “Too tired to even be grumpy?” He cracked an eye open.
“You caught me. I’m only grumpy when I haven’t had sex in awhile.”
“Oh, so I would be doing the world a favor, screwing you on a daily basis?”
“Hmmm…guaranteed sex every twenty-four hours certainly would improve…” he trailed off and his brow furrowed and he suddenly fixed her with an amused, knowing look. “You’re back soon…”
She smirked. It had only been a few hours since the piano room.
“Well you see…” She began to trail a hand down his chest. “I woke up this morning.” She slipped a hand between them and below his waistline. “And knew that it would be absolutely…” She leaned down so that her hair hung around their faces like a veil, her lips almost brushing his. “Positively…” Her hand skimmed over him in his cotton pajama pants. He strained to remain completely still. “Impossible to do anything…” Her lips found his ear. “Until I had the deepest.” She rubbed him firmly through his pants. “Hardest.” He was quickly responding. “And most satisfying sex.” His electric blue eyes found hers. “As soon as I possibly could.”
“I don’t have a couch,” he deadpanned.
“You don’t need a couch.”
He considered her for a moment.
“You want me to lose my patience again.” He gave her a knowing look. A shiver went down her spine at the thought of him suddenly pressing her into the floor. “Well it’s not going to work.”
Her eyes narrowed. A challenge?
“I’m not wearing anything under this robe.”
His eyes darted downward to where the top of her robe was beginning to fall open in confirmation.
“…oh I see…” he pretended to be deep in thought.
She quickly found herself pinned on her back and his mouth sucking hard on her neck just above her collarbone. The next few minutes contained panting, moaning, and the tossing of clothing. Wyatt quickly pulled off her robe and began pawing at her completely nude body as she pushed his pajama pants down with her feet.
They groped and squeezed and ground against one another. She wrapped her legs around him and suddenly he was sliding an arm under her and shifting them both upward on the bed. He trailed kisses along her shoulder before he switched his attention to rummaging through his nightstand.
She smiled into his neck. He was too easy.
Her fingers dug into his lower back and kissed his shoulder. She kissed his collarbone and then latched onto his neck, sucking hard for a few seconds. Wyatt moaned and faltered for a few brief moments. He moved back with his query and gave her a disapproving look.
“You tryin’ to mark me?”
“Try?” She gave him a mischievous smile. “Who said I was trying…” He growled half-heartedly and leaned away so that he could rip open the condom wrapper. She snatched it away from him and moved to put it on him. She could tell he was looking her up and down, assessing her. “Don’t even think about it…”
She met his eyes and noticed he was frowning. Pouting even. He leaned down and brushed his lips against her neck as he spoke.
“And how is that fair?” he whispered. As he did so, he trailed a hand down her side.
“Life’s not fair,” she tipped her head back and moaned to the headboard. He nipped at her neck in retribution but obeyed her request. His fingers found her already dripping wet center and he leaned back to raise an eyebrow at her.
“Having fun without me?”
She huffed at him.
“Obviously not. Why else would I show up in such a rush?”
He smiled slightly and positioned himself at her entrance.
“Oh, you’re in a rush?” He began to rock slowly into her. Her intake of breath was shaky. A little bit at a time, in and out, more each time, and faster as he went. Her arms wrapped more tightly around him and tilted her head back and her eyes fluttered shut.
“Shut up and move.”
Finally she was getting some relief from that awful feeling she woke up with. She was being filled to brim and that glorious friction was driving her wild. Her legs clenched around him when she noticed his hand on the outside of her knee. He was satisfied with their arrangement for a few minutes before he slid his hand underneath her leg and moved his arm up so that it fit in the crook of his elbow.
The change in angle had her moaning and he picked up his pace. Now he was hitting that most delicious spot inside of her every time. This was exactly what she wanted. Being completely driven out of her mind by W-
Wyatt’s shout interrupted her thought. His rhythm became erratic and he hunched over her with renewed vigor.
“I’m sorry, but with you squeezing me like that I can’t last much longer.”
“I don’t need longer,” she gasped. “Just harder.” He complied and she reached between them to rub herself and Wyatt moaned at the sight. He continued to pound into her for another minute as she lost control and called out. She was still riding on high when she heard his satisfied moan and he pressed himself as deep as he could go.
After a few moments he pulled out and rolled to the side, still panting. Their legs were still somewhat tangled and she fought with the sheet briefly to at least cover their lower halves. Wyatt rolled on his side away from her to dispose of the condom before collapsing beside her again. She focused on slowing her breathing.
“Well, goodmorning,” he said to the ceiling.
She smiled and rolled closer to him laughing quietly. She wrapped an arm around his waist and shifted her head as he moved his arm so that she could rest it on his chest.
“You’re right. I should have opened with that.”
“I’ll admit your method was effective too.” She smiled into his chest and shifted slightly to get comfortable.
She closed her eyes as his fingers trailed back and forth over her back. They lapsed into silence for a minute. She realized belatedly that they were cuddling, she was very comfortable, and she was also too tired to move.
“Is this weird?” she whispered. She didn’t bother to elaborate. It took him a moment to respond. He breathed a laugh.
“I’m too tired to care right now.”
She shifted her arm up slightly and burrowed her face in his neck. She was somewhat glad.
“I’ll move in a minute,” she muttered. His hand on her back slowly stopped moving.
“You’re fine…” he whispered but she barely heard him, already falling fast asleep.
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A/N: Lol So clearly my phone’s mishap has wreaked havoc on my muse. Firstly, all of my confidence/gung-ho attitude for writing these chapters immediately disappeared. Secondly, my paranoia about writing these chapters kicked into high gear, hence the long wait I’ve forced on you. And thirdly, the muse has suddenly demanded copious amounts of fluff as seen here at the end. *headdesk* I’m so freaking glad this chapter is over with though lol.
Characters: C/DG, possibly everyone else eventually
Timeline: Post eclipse
Genre: Romance/Comedy
Rating: M!!!
Disclaimer: I don’t own Tin Man
Summary: DG proposes a change to the dynamic of her relationship with the Tin Man. Adding a few...benefits...to their friendship
Previous: Just Talking | Logistics | Free Time
A/N: So I was completely failing with my phone and instead of doing something helpful I accidentally pushed the speaker/reading button and the damn thing started reading the first sentence of this chapter aloud in its monotone girl voice. Luckily I was in a not so crowded lounge and only this one Asian guy nearby heard. I studiously avoided eye contact as I let out a litany of curses and almost threw my phone up in the air scrambling to turn down the volume. I about died. Sweet Jesus.
TMTMTMTMTMTMTMTMTMTMTMTMTM
DG awoke with an unusual feeling between her legs.
Not one that necessarily spoke of having sex recently, but more of the nature that spoke of having sex recently and now had somewhat of an itch that could only be satisfied by…having more sex. A most irritating concept when one isn't habitually sleeping right the hell next to the person that could provide said sex.
She rolled on her back and stretched, assessing the seriousness of the situation. She rotated her hips this way and that for a few moments. She even slid her hand beneath her pajama shorts for a few very frustrating minutes and ended up only confirming her suspicions.
Which is why DG found herself ripping the covers away, stripping completely, snatching her robe from the chaise next to her bed, and slipping out of her room at 5 am. She snuck down two hallways, a staircase, and a foyer to get to the bedroom she was seeking. Once she slipped inside she figured it was only a matter of seconds before she was discovered. Much to her surprise she was able to walk clear across the room, slip between the sheets, and stretch out with her head propped up in her hand without so much as a sigh in recognition.
She studied the man sleeping before her with amusement. He was face down, clutching his pillow like it would disappear, his expression reminiscent of a kid having got what he wanted on Christmas.
"So. I was thinking," she announced as if they were in the middle of a conversation. He jolted awake and pried an eye open to look at her. "Your room really is an inconvenient trip away from mine..."
He squeezed his eyes shut for a moment before fully focusing on her.
"Is that so?" His voice was muffled by the pillow.
"Yes. Yes it is." He considered her for a moment.
"Well you should rest up then..." he muttered before flinging an arm around her shoulders, pulling her to his chest. As he rolled over on his back, he took her with him. He secured her in place with his other arm wrapped low around her waist. Closing his eyes, he breathed deeply, preparing to go back to sleep. She laughed and pushed half-heartedly at his shoulder near where her hands were pinned in between them.
“But Wyyyattt…” she whined, hooking a leg over his. “I came allll the way down here to see you. The least you could do is give me a proper hello.” Without opening his eyes again he slid his hand downward and patted her behind.
She tried very hard not to laugh again, but failed.
“Wyatt Cain. Infamous morning person.” She wiggled until she was straddling him beneath the sheets. “Too tired to even be grumpy?” He cracked an eye open.
“You caught me. I’m only grumpy when I haven’t had sex in awhile.”
“Oh, so I would be doing the world a favor, screwing you on a daily basis?”
“Hmmm…guaranteed sex every twenty-four hours certainly would improve…” he trailed off and his brow furrowed and he suddenly fixed her with an amused, knowing look. “You’re back soon…”
She smirked. It had only been a few hours since the piano room.
“Well you see…” She began to trail a hand down his chest. “I woke up this morning.” She slipped a hand between them and below his waistline. “And knew that it would be absolutely…” She leaned down so that her hair hung around their faces like a veil, her lips almost brushing his. “Positively…” Her hand skimmed over him in his cotton pajama pants. He strained to remain completely still. “Impossible to do anything…” Her lips found his ear. “Until I had the deepest.” She rubbed him firmly through his pants. “Hardest.” He was quickly responding. “And most satisfying sex.” His electric blue eyes found hers. “As soon as I possibly could.”
“I don’t have a couch,” he deadpanned.
“You don’t need a couch.”
He considered her for a moment.
“You want me to lose my patience again.” He gave her a knowing look. A shiver went down her spine at the thought of him suddenly pressing her into the floor. “Well it’s not going to work.”
Her eyes narrowed. A challenge?
“I’m not wearing anything under this robe.”
His eyes darted downward to where the top of her robe was beginning to fall open in confirmation.
“…oh I see…” he pretended to be deep in thought.
She quickly found herself pinned on her back and his mouth sucking hard on her neck just above her collarbone. The next few minutes contained panting, moaning, and the tossing of clothing. Wyatt quickly pulled off her robe and began pawing at her completely nude body as she pushed his pajama pants down with her feet.
They groped and squeezed and ground against one another. She wrapped her legs around him and suddenly he was sliding an arm under her and shifting them both upward on the bed. He trailed kisses along her shoulder before he switched his attention to rummaging through his nightstand.
She smiled into his neck. He was too easy.
Her fingers dug into his lower back and kissed his shoulder. She kissed his collarbone and then latched onto his neck, sucking hard for a few seconds. Wyatt moaned and faltered for a few brief moments. He moved back with his query and gave her a disapproving look.
“You tryin’ to mark me?”
“Try?” She gave him a mischievous smile. “Who said I was trying…” He growled half-heartedly and leaned away so that he could rip open the condom wrapper. She snatched it away from him and moved to put it on him. She could tell he was looking her up and down, assessing her. “Don’t even think about it…”
She met his eyes and noticed he was frowning. Pouting even. He leaned down and brushed his lips against her neck as he spoke.
“And how is that fair?” he whispered. As he did so, he trailed a hand down her side.
“Life’s not fair,” she tipped her head back and moaned to the headboard. He nipped at her neck in retribution but obeyed her request. His fingers found her already dripping wet center and he leaned back to raise an eyebrow at her.
“Having fun without me?”
She huffed at him.
“Obviously not. Why else would I show up in such a rush?”
He smiled slightly and positioned himself at her entrance.
“Oh, you’re in a rush?” He began to rock slowly into her. Her intake of breath was shaky. A little bit at a time, in and out, more each time, and faster as he went. Her arms wrapped more tightly around him and tilted her head back and her eyes fluttered shut.
“Shut up and move.”
Finally she was getting some relief from that awful feeling she woke up with. She was being filled to brim and that glorious friction was driving her wild. Her legs clenched around him when she noticed his hand on the outside of her knee. He was satisfied with their arrangement for a few minutes before he slid his hand underneath her leg and moved his arm up so that it fit in the crook of his elbow.
The change in angle had her moaning and he picked up his pace. Now he was hitting that most delicious spot inside of her every time. This was exactly what she wanted. Being completely driven out of her mind by W-
Wyatt’s shout interrupted her thought. His rhythm became erratic and he hunched over her with renewed vigor.
“I’m sorry, but with you squeezing me like that I can’t last much longer.”
“I don’t need longer,” she gasped. “Just harder.” He complied and she reached between them to rub herself and Wyatt moaned at the sight. He continued to pound into her for another minute as she lost control and called out. She was still riding on high when she heard his satisfied moan and he pressed himself as deep as he could go.
After a few moments he pulled out and rolled to the side, still panting. Their legs were still somewhat tangled and she fought with the sheet briefly to at least cover their lower halves. Wyatt rolled on his side away from her to dispose of the condom before collapsing beside her again. She focused on slowing her breathing.
“Well, goodmorning,” he said to the ceiling.
She smiled and rolled closer to him laughing quietly. She wrapped an arm around his waist and shifted her head as he moved his arm so that she could rest it on his chest.
“You’re right. I should have opened with that.”
“I’ll admit your method was effective too.” She smiled into his chest and shifted slightly to get comfortable.
She closed her eyes as his fingers trailed back and forth over her back. They lapsed into silence for a minute. She realized belatedly that they were cuddling, she was very comfortable, and she was also too tired to move.
“Is this weird?” she whispered. She didn’t bother to elaborate. It took him a moment to respond. He breathed a laugh.
“I’m too tired to care right now.”
She shifted her arm up slightly and burrowed her face in his neck. She was somewhat glad.
“I’ll move in a minute,” she muttered. His hand on her back slowly stopped moving.
“You’re fine…” he whispered but she barely heard him, already falling fast asleep.
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A/N: Lol So clearly my phone’s mishap has wreaked havoc on my muse. Firstly, all of my confidence/gung-ho attitude for writing these chapters immediately disappeared. Secondly, my paranoia about writing these chapters kicked into high gear, hence the long wait I’ve forced on you. And thirdly, the muse has suddenly demanded copious amounts of fluff as seen here at the end. *headdesk* I’m so freaking glad this chapter is over with though lol.