Dread drenched Desmond like a bucket of cold water. Except this cold water failed where others would succeed. His stiff member continued to tent his boxers. He perched on the edge of the Animus and knotted his fingers together as he heard Rebecca enter the sanctuary. She headed towards the bedrolls to his left and stood, surprisingly naked, with a hand on her hip, waiting. Desmond turned his head, and blinked at the bare flesh revealed to him. She was, as he had expected, athletic in build, but without the hardness he would quite have imagined. A large scar, circular and spidery, stretched over the skin of her thigh. Another swept across her stomach. The shimmer of a third crept around the curve of her shoulder. Desmond swallowed thickly.
“I thought I told you to get naked?” Rebecca said, and then turned, bending over. Desmond quickly snapped his head to stare in front of him, mind scrabbling to keep up.
“Uhh, I...It's cold?”
“Pff, no it isn't!” The sound of mattresses dragging over the stone floor was loud. “Do you think Shaun will mind if we fuck on his bed?”
“Y-Yes?” Desmond stammered out, and then looked down at the condoms in his hands.
“Good.”
“We're not doing it on Baby?”
When Rebecca froze, and then turned around very slowly and rigidly, Desmond knew he had said something wrong.
“On Baby? You and Lucy...on Baby?”
“No! Uhh...I just...” He glanced to her to see if he could gauge just how much trouble he was in. She glared at him stonily. “I just...was being stupid?”
“Yeah, you were being stupid.” She repeated, her voice still hard and bitter, and then stiffly sat down on the bedrolls and mattresses she had dragged together. “Get over here.”
In all honesty Desmond couldn't think of anything he'd rather not do at that moment than walk over to a very angry, very insulted just-a-friend and fuck her, but life is life, and life demanded he do so. His erection demanded he do so. The two assassins waiting upstairs in a dilapidated old study demanded he do so. So, with great effort, he stood – well, actually, he kind of stooped rather than stood – and hobbled over to the beds, falling to his knees at the foot of the bed (and bruising them, because the mattresses were pretty god damn thin and the stone floor was pretty god damn hard.)
Rebecca snatched the box of condoms from him, slammed her hands down on his shoulders, and in one quick move that involved a twist of her hips and her leg thwacking into his side, flipped him to lie on his back with her straddling him triumphantly. Desmond gasped for breath a moment, head spinning and pounding from where it hit the floor through sheets and down, and felt his boxers being ripped from his legs. There was a hand on his cock. His toes were curling. Condoms spilled out of the box and onto the bed. One was thrown at his face.
“Open it.” Was Rebecca's quick order. Desmond's fingers seemed numb, fumbling to tear the wrapper. Her other hand was nowhere to be found, and he was afraid it would creep up on him out of nowhere and...do inappropriate...stuff or things. The wrapper finally tore open and split down the middle. The condom fell out of its wrapper with a plop, and landed on his barely-hairy-but-still-manly chest. It was snatched by the hand that left his cock almost instantaneously.
The Rotor {3.b/?}
“I thought I told you to get naked?” Rebecca said, and then turned, bending over. Desmond quickly snapped his head to stare in front of him, mind scrabbling to keep up.
“Uhh, I...It's cold?”
“Pff, no it isn't!” The sound of mattresses dragging over the stone floor was loud. “Do you think Shaun will mind if we fuck on his bed?”
“Y-Yes?” Desmond stammered out, and then looked down at the condoms in his hands.
“Good.”
“We're not doing it on Baby?”
When Rebecca froze, and then turned around very slowly and rigidly, Desmond knew he had said something wrong.
“On Baby? You and Lucy...on Baby?”
“No! Uhh...I just...” He glanced to her to see if he could gauge just how much trouble he was in. She glared at him stonily. “I just...was being stupid?”
“Yeah, you were being stupid.” She repeated, her voice still hard and bitter, and then stiffly sat down on the bedrolls and mattresses she had dragged together. “Get over here.”
In all honesty Desmond couldn't think of anything he'd rather not do at that moment than walk over to a very angry, very insulted just-a-friend and fuck her, but life is life, and life demanded he do so. His erection demanded he do so. The two assassins waiting upstairs in a dilapidated old study demanded he do so. So, with great effort, he stood – well, actually, he kind of stooped rather than stood – and hobbled over to the beds, falling to his knees at the foot of the bed (and bruising them, because the mattresses were pretty god damn thin and the stone floor was pretty god damn hard.)
Rebecca snatched the box of condoms from him, slammed her hands down on his shoulders, and in one quick move that involved a twist of her hips and her leg thwacking into his side, flipped him to lie on his back with her straddling him triumphantly. Desmond gasped for breath a moment, head spinning and pounding from where it hit the floor through sheets and down, and felt his boxers being ripped from his legs. There was a hand on his cock. His toes were curling. Condoms spilled out of the box and onto the bed. One was thrown at his face.
“Open it.” Was Rebecca's quick order. Desmond's fingers seemed numb, fumbling to tear the wrapper. Her other hand was nowhere to be found, and he was afraid it would creep up on him out of nowhere and...do inappropriate...stuff or things. The wrapper finally tore open and split down the middle. The condom fell out of its wrapper with a plop, and landed on his barely-hairy-but-still-manly chest. It was snatched by the hand that left his cock almost instantaneously.