It Takes Two
Title: It Takes Two
Fandom: Ugly Betty
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Daniel Meade/ Wilhelmina Slater (Danimina)
Warning: Very smutty first chapter
Summary: This a joint fic by williedearest and willie_roxs based on a Danimina rp that died out. Operation: "Get the Thunder from Down Under" failed and solace was found, but could it lead to something more?
Chapter 1
Operation: "Get the Thunder from Down Under" was a complete bust. That little troll of a fiancé had ruined her plans, and once again she was left alone. Well, not entirely alone after all the guests had left she decided to clean up and Daniel offered to help.
“You don’t have to stay you know.” Wilhelmina stated more, telling him than suggesting.
“I know, but it’s the least I can do. I still don’t know why you’re cleaning up when you can just pay for people to do it for you.”color:black">
“Yes, yes ,but after today’s failure I rather be left alone if you don’t mind.”
“I understand.” He walked over to the sink to wash the empty glasses out. “So, Connor you like him, huh?”
“You didn’t ask to stay and talk; you asked to clean, so do it.” was Wilhelmina’s reply.
“Do you always have to be such a controlling narcissistic bitch?” He asked out of nowhere. She turned to face him, stunned at his words. He didn’t really mean it; it was the spur of the moment thing.
“Excuse me?”
“You heard me, no wonder Connor doesn’t want to be with you.” Another one. He was really setting himself up for an ass whooping.color:black">
“Get out.” Is all she said before brushing past him to throw the trash out.
“Look Wilhelmina, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it. I guess I’m upset about Molly.”
“I don’t get it! What do you and Connor see in her? She’s nothing, but a boring school teacher with bad hair and cheap clothes.” She walks to the refrigerator and brings out a cold bottle of chilled vodka and holds it up as an invitation for a drink.
“Do you always have to be so judgmental?” he asked, knowing the answer to his own question. He sighed and took a drink she poured.color:black">
“Yes.”
“Well, if you must know, looks aren’t everything even though Molly is a very attractive woman.” Wilhelmina snorted. “She is also nice, fun, cute, sweet, smart-" he started to say before Wilhelmina cut him off.
“Blah, blah, blah…boring” Wilhelmina laughed as she took a sip of her drink.
“Oh yeah, well what makes you better than her?” Daniel smirked.
She raised an eyebrow and hopped up on the counter, a move so unlike her, but still made him smile nonetheless.
“You really want to know?” She smirked.color:black">
“Yeah.” He stepped closer, her knees where just inches away from his stomach.
“Well, she’s too much of a goody two shoes. Everyone needs to take a trip to the wild side. I’m Connor's equal-smart, outgoing, shrewd and I’m one fucking sexy bitch.” She laughed.color:black">
“Well, I can agree with everything except the last part, with the exception of bitch.”
“Please Daniel. Even though we clearly hate each other, you can’t deny that I am one incredibly hot woman.” She gave him a challenging look for him to prove her otherwise.
He looked her up and down, and it was pretty obvious that she was. Did he want to admit it just to boost her ego? No. In his mind he thought about Wilhelmina in a different way more than he should have. He already knew she was attractive and the fact that Connor turned her down was amazing. She was undeniably the most beautiful woman he laid his eyes on. He took another sip from his vodka before answering her.
“Fine. Yes, you are. but the same goes for me.” She laughed at him. "What’s so funny?”
“No it doesn’t go for you. You may have some of the looks but I don’t see you sexually.”
“Why not?” Why was he pressing for answers? It’s so unlike him to care about her opinion. It must be the alcohol taking effect.
“Well, you’re not really my type.”
“And Connor is.”
“Clearly.”
“We have some of the same qualities. We are both handsome, smart, rich, shrewd. Every girl's dream. We are practically one in the same.”
“No Daniel. Unlike you, Connor worked hard for a position he deserved and proves to be very good at it. You on the other hand got the job because you share some of the same DNA with the owner of Meade and over the years have shown you still can’t do your job correctly.”color:black">
“Well obviously I can. I’m still editor in chief of mode remember Wilhelmina? You only got here by screwing your way to the top and plotting and scheming against people and ruining families to get what you want. So it’s safe to say I both of us don’t really deserve it but guess what. We're both here.” He got closer to her, her knees now making complete contact with his lower abdomen. She stared at him incredulously and hopped off the counter to come face to face with him.
“Are you kidding me? I’ve worked my ass of for twenty years to make MODE the magazine it is today. I put my blood, sweat, and tears into this damn magazine so who are you to say I don’t deserve this position. I earned it, I fucking earned it.” She jabbed a perfectly manicured fingernail into his chest and was now pressed against him.
Boy, she’s mad. He thought there wasn’t much to say now. He looked in her eyes and they were stone cold silver. He was scared shitless. He gulped. “I’m….sorry?” He finally said more of a question than stating it. She just looked at him, and turned around to pour her 3rd glass.
“Whatever.” He desperately wanted to change the subject. So without thinking he grabbed her arm, spun her around and kissed her. After a few seconds she realized it was Daniel Meade and pushed him away earning him a sharp slap across the face.
“What the fuck, Daniel?”
“What was that for?” He replied rubbing his cheek.color:black">
“You kissed me.”
“So? It was going to happen eventually.”color:black">
“No, no it wasn’t. Why would you think that?”color:black">
“Because,” he said stepping closer. “ We would drink some more, get sidetracked in meaningless conversation, think about how we both fucked up with Molly and Connor, and eventually we would have sex to get them out of our heads.” Daniel smirked. color:black">
“You’re insane if you even think I would go so low than to sleep with you.”
“Well you already kissed me.”
“Kissed you? You KISSED ME!” She yelled.
“Sure, but you liked it.”
“Did not.”
“Did too.” He kept pressing. He got closer to her and every step forward she’d take a step back until she was cornered her back making contact with the edge of her counter.
“You won’t quit will you?” She asked her voice low and disguised with lust.
“No, not really.” He replied with a husky voice. And with that he leaned in again and kissed her. This time she didn’t stop him, mainly because she was slightly toasted and Daniel was right. She didn’t want to think about Connor, but at the same time it was Daniel Meade. Just when she thought about stopping him she felt his tongue trace along her bottom lip and everything just flew out the window. He was a damn good kisser. She moaned and he took it as an invitation to keep going, his hand went to the back of her dress and undid the zipper as she moved to unbutton his shirt. He slid the dress down and as she stepped out of it he stopped to look at her clad in a black laced bra and thong set. He was mesmerized. He didn’t know he was staring that long until he heard her speak. “Take a picture, it will last longer.” She undid his belt buckle and pulled his pants and boxers down in one motion, then before he knew it her hand was around him. He groaned and Wilhelmina smiled. He unclasped the bra she had on and took each breast into his mouth as her hand kept pumping. She stopped and Daniel groaned again.
“What?”
“Not unless you plan on having sex standing up, maybe we should find a position more comfortable.” He nodded and picked her up and placed her on the counter.
“There.” He said before repeating his actions. He kissed his way back up her neck, her collarbone, her jaw line and with one hand ripped her thong off and thrust inside of her causing her to scream. He smiled against her cheek. He began moving slowly at first, but as time progressed he found that pace hard to follow. With each slamming thrust Wilhelmina would lift her legs higher up his back, dig her nails a little deeper, moan a little louder. He felt her muscles tightening around him and knew she was close he thrust once more and she came. With her moaning and screaming his name over and over again it set him over the edge and he came with her. Then it was all over. Wilhelmina’s head dipped over his shoulder; he can feel her breath on the side of his neck. Its silent for at least a minute before one of them speaks.color:black">
“I should go.” Daniel says moving away from her and relocating all his articles of clothing. She is still out the counter, completely naked staring ahead.
“Definitely.” She slides off the counter, and picks up her dress to cover her self.
His back is to her, so over his shoulder he says. “Um… I don’t kn-“ He starts to say.color:black">
“Save it.” She starts to walk toward her bathroom and tells him. “You know where the door is.” And with that her bathroom door closes. He is finally dressed and he approaches the front door, takes one more look back and leaves the apartment.
“What the hell did I do?” Wilhelmina sighed to herself.