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Note: Crack attack! More fun to be had, a little diversion from the darkness of the series. Part of the Not Over Yet universe, but not a fixed event.
Face raised an eyebrow, and then grinned back. "All right. Truth or dare?"
Murdock was bouncing with excitement. He stopped to sneeze and blow his nose.
She thought for a moment. "Truth." She settled back, her mind full of images of him slowly removing his clothing and yeah… she closed her eyes tight for a moment and then slowly opened them again trying to clear her head.
"What's a fantasy you've always wanted to act out? Hopefully with me." Face grinned broadly. Murdock blew his nose and rolled his eyes, stealing some of the champagne. It gave him the hiccups.
The fire that was burning in her eyes now grew and lit up her hazel stare fully at his question. "I would abso-fucking-lutely love to see that pole dance routine of yours." For a moment she forgot Murdock was even in the room with them as she shifted in her chair, her lips remaining in a seductive smile. "That would be the only fantasy running through my head right now."
"Woah." Face leaned back with a little grin. "Really? I wonder if I still have that playlist..."
Murdock made a 'yuck' face. "Guys, you can't do that here..."
She smirked and then eyed Murdock before looking back to Face. "I'll cash in on that later." She stated, her voice thick as she straightened up and looked at the probably highly uncomfortable pilot. "Truth or dare, Murdock?"
"Dare!" he said with glee. He was feeling much better now.
She was bad at coming up with dares, but she thought hard and finally came up with something. "Show us a secret talent that you have." She kept it simple for the poor sick Captain.
Murdock thought about it. He stood up, cleared his throat, and began to say "I love you" in as many languages as he possibly could. He went on for a good ten minutes.
She sat back, her jaw slightly dropped as she listened. Some of the languages she recognized but about half of them she had no clue where they were from. It was impressive…it was…freaky.
Murdock finally bowed with one last English, "I love you" and sat down again. He looked exceptionally pleased with himself. "I feel like C-3PO."
She clapped, standing up as she did so. "That was impressive. Wow." She sat back down and smiled. "Hey, I've always thought that C-3PO was pretty cool." She wondered if the medication was starting to affect Murdock yet, she really wanted that pole dance.
Murdock seemed a little woozy now. "Faceman, truth or dare." he slurred a little.
"Truth. And then you should probably head off." Face warned.
"M'fine!" Murdock exclaimed. "Tell me...tell us 'bout ...bout..." he had to think. "Hey turnabout's fair play, haven't you ever kissed a guy?"
Face gave the pilot a bizarre look, then thought about it. "Come to think of it...yeah. But you're not hearing anything else."
Charissa chuckled. "Not surprising oddly enough." She stood and walked over to Murdock. "Take some more medicine and come on. I'll tuck you in." She offered as she grabbed her dress and slipped it back on.
Murdock rose with her, sort-of leaning on her. The meds were hitting hard and fast now. "Yes, mommy..."
Face grinned and followed them, carrying the small bottle.
She sighed, shaking her head as she followed him into his room and paid no mind to the child-like interior. She was beyond used to it by now as she pulled his covers down for him and stepped back. "In you go." She had no idea really how to tuck a child into bed considering she had never gotten tucked in that she could remember, but she went with what felt right to her.
Murdock scrunched up under the sheets, resting his head on the pillow and looking up at her with sleepy, bleary eyes. "Mmmnight." he said softly with a smile.
Face smiled as he put the medicine away and came in. Murdock had already closed his eyes, and was breathing pretty evenly.
She reached down and covered him up and placed a small light kiss on top of the man's head then slowly moved to back out of the room and ended up backing up right into Face She made a small sound turning around. "Damn it. You're too quiet; I need to put a bell around your neck or something." She teased in a quiet whisper as she forced him back out of the room and closed Murdock's door quietly after flicking the light off. "Now, about that pole dance." She smirked at him.
"Do we have a pole in here?" Face gestured. "I don't see one."
She smirked and pulled him down the hall further and into his room. "Improvise. You're good at that." She suggested and settled on the bed.
Face looked around the room until his eyes fell on the broom cupboard. "Excuse me." he left for a moment, bringing back the pole from one of the mops Murdock used. He looked at it for a few minutes before bracing it between the bed and ceiling. It was low enough that the pole stayed wedged there. He tugged at it firmly, with no reaction. "Should hold. As long as I don't go nuts on this thing."
She watched, a brow lifted as he rigged up a pole. "If you get that far into it. " Her tone was low, husky and inviting as she scooted back up on the bed slowly, the action causing her dress to ride up as she lounged against the pillows and waited patiently.
"You're gonna have to stay up there. Think you can trust yourself?" he mused, heading to the computer and searching. "Aha. I still have that playlist."
"I'll try." She offered, swallowing hard as she forced herself to relax a little and just enjoy the show.
Once the music was playing, soft enough so as not to disturb Murdock, Face climbed onto the bed and began to rock against the pole, slowly taking his clothing off to the first song on the playlist.
She adjusted how she was seated, laying down more as she watched him with hungry eyes, her hands flexing against the bed as she fought the urge that surged through her to touch him.
Once he was fully naked, he began to move against the pole, pleased when it remained steady and didn't wobble. He got a little freer with it, remembering how he'd moved all those years ago and adding new movements in when he couldn't recall what he'd done last time.
Her lips parted a little as she watched, her chest rising and falling with deep short breathes. It was taking all the self control she had not to crawl across the bed and crawl up his body. She had never been jealous of an inanimate object until now.
He found himself more energized as the songs moved along, because he kept looking back at Charissa, lying there. "You know," he grinned at her, as the song switched over, "You can touch yourself if you want...the only one you can't touch is me..."
She let out a long slow shaky breath as she nodded, but she didn't trust herself to move. She waited until she couldn't take anymore, which wasn't long as her fingers lightly shifted across her own skin.
Face watched her more avidly then, grinning broadly, as he began to treat the pole as though he were fucking it. Charissa's legs shifted as she ran her hand down towards the juncture between them and then back up slowly, painfully. Her body moving a little, writhing mussing the bedclothes up further as she watched him. She was doing all in her power to keep from breaking the rule of not touching him as she made a small sound of frustration.
He was getting to the middle of the playlist, and he could feel a trickle of sweat run down his brow to tickle his hairline. He paused for a moment to gather his breath again, then proceeded to arch his back against the pole and face her directly, watching her move.
She watched him, her eyes becoming heavy lidded as though he was somehow hypnotizing her. There was something beautiful about his movements, graceful. The way his muscles worked with each movement he made, it was breath-taking and it was taking hers away, each time she exhaled it was airier than the last. She was so focused on watching him that she forgot about her hands as they moved across the curves of her own body.
Face was fully hard now, his movements and watching her combining into a dark, warm sensation spreading through his veins like fire. The playlist was coming to an end as he slid up and down the broom-handle pole, arching back, nearly flipped over.
She gasped, her chest rising and falling with shaky breaths as she stared at him with eyes full of passion and hunger. She wanted him; she wanted him so badly that it hurt as she tried to touch herself as he did, roughly and hard, "Fuck." She breathed the word achingly.
"You want me?" Face purred, reaching out with one hand, close but not touching, teasing. "Tell me how much you want me..."
Her body arched towards his hand. "So bad I can taste it…that it hurts." She hissed, her eyes flashing as she looked at him and tried to rise, reaching for him wanting him to touch her, to make her burn.
Face smirked, waiting for the song to end. Silence filled the room as he slid slowly down from the pole and crawled up the bed towards her.
Her eyes followed every moment; every second it took him to crawl up the damned bed was agonizing. Her body was wound tight and already wet from anticipation as she shifted sitting up a little more and waited. "You love to torture me like this, don't you?" She questioned him in a heavy tone even though she already knew the answer.
"Yes, I do." Face grinned, finally stopping between her legs, sliding a hand up both of her limbs, pausing at her hips and then pushing her dress up to press kisses down her lower belly.
She arched back, her eyes closing the second his hands touched her. "Oh god…" Her muscles twitched beneath his lips as she lay there, writhing and gasping.
"Face will do." he teased, before moving his hands down to spread her legs and kissing down the juncture of her hips. She laughed a little, shakily so as she arched enough to rise her torso from the bed, her eyes staring at the ceiling. Her hands shifted from her own body to grip the sheets and blankets. She wondered if her body looked as flushed and excited as it felt.
Face continued to slide his hands up and down the insides of her thighs as he sucked and licked, watching her expression as much as he could from his vantage point. Her hips rose, pushing at him wanting more. Her eyes fluttered as she twisted the fabric she was gripping, her knuckles turning white. Charissa felt like her sanity was slowly slipping away, her mind becoming numb as every nerve in her body became charged by the electrical current he was causing to run through her. She moaned his name, her teeth digging into her lower lip.
When she pushed, he pulled back, slowing down, teasing more as he paused fully to look up at her. The dress was ruffled, gathered somewhere around her middle, just below her breasts. He decided she didn't need to take it off if he was going to fuck her like this.
She looked at him as he stopped for a moment, her eyes staring him down saying, begging him to continue because at the moment she couldn't exactly think straight enough to form words. Her body was trembling, her legs shifting against his body as she kept remembering to tell herself to breathe. Face grinned broadly at her, pushing her knees up over his shoulders as he guided his hips against hers and pushed in with a low groan of pleasure.
She almost lost it then as he pushed inside of her, her legs tensing over his shoulders as she arched up and off the bed into him. She cried out as her body began to move, her hips trying desperately to get him deeper, as deep as possible.
Face started off a fast and deep rhythm, broad palms on the bed providing leverage as he thrust in and out, turning his head to kiss her leg. Her fingers dug hard into the mattress and the fabric covering it. Her breathes were coming out in nothing but cries of passion and pleasure as she moved with him. In this position she had no power, she was under his command and that only fuelled her body race closer to that edge they were both chasing.
Face closed his eyes to keep his concentration steady; he knew if he opened them and looked at her that he'd be swept away, maybe even come too soon, and he couldn't risk that, not now. She found herself watching, his level of concentration maddening. She pushed up with her hips as best she could, making him go just a little deeper almost to her end. She shuddered and twisted beneath him, her hands smoothing up his arms now, her nails dragging across his skin.
"Yes..." he groaned, growling almost, pushing faster and deeper, deep as he could go and it still was not enough.
She was growing tight, so painfully tight. She knew she was getting very close and fast and her hands reached up and moved across his face, her fingers finally threading into his hair. "Look at me," she ordered him, "I want you to watch me as you make me lose control." She moaned, her voice oddly sure and steady as she gripped his hair tighter and then slowly let go, her hands smoothing down to his arms again, her nails pressing into his muscles.
His eyes opened at that; how could he resist? He watched her, panting harshly, as he continued to move in her, body desperate. The weight and heat of his eyes made her own lock onto them just as her will exploded and her body tightened around him, his name ripping from her mouth and lips in a scream. She lost the fight to not throwing her head back as she rode the intense sensation out, her eyes rolling back as she cried his name until she had no choice but to breathe or pass out.
A shuddering gasp and he was coming too, unable to stop it as her body clenched and thrashed around him; he moaned her name, calling it over and over as he sank down into her, wobbling, letting her legs slide off.
She couldn't move as she laid there trapped between his body and the bed, her muscles still jumping and quivering as a few aftershocks rolled through her. "Amazing. So fucking amazing." She said with a breathless laugh. "I wonder if this is what a drug high feels like." She blinked her eyes trying to focus them.
"Probably better," Face slowly unglued himself from her, grinning and still panting harshly as he rolled off and sighed, laying beside her on the bed, "since there's no harsh crash afterward."
She nodded agreeing and slowly sat up and peeled the dress and her bra from her sweat soaked skin. "And you're definitely not something I want to quit either." She mused as she collapsed back on the bed again still catching her breath.
Face laughed again, gradually getting his wind back, relaxing against the pillows. "Good, because I have no intention of letting you. Besides, what would you do, go to Face Addicts Anonymous meetings?"
"Do they actually have those?" She asked almost seriously. "Kidding. Besides the withdrawals are hell, I tried to quit you once already." Her heart beat and breathing was finally returning to normal and she had stopped seeing stars in her vision.
Face couldn't help but grin at that. "Careful, I thought you wanted to avoid inflating my ego again?"
She laughed. "As long as I get something out of it…" She said with a shrug, "Plus I doubt it can get much bigger." She smirked.
He rolled his eyes as he yawned and stared at the broom pole in the middle of the bed. "Ahhh, I should get rid of that..." he started to tug the blankets back and forth until the pole began to move, then took it down and tossed it onto the floor.
She chuckled and shifted so she could worm under the covers. "You really are good at improvising. That was genius. Though…I just might get you an actual pole for Christmas." She gave him a cheeky grin. "I can see it now, you opening it in front of the guys. Classic." She giggled a little at the images running through her mind.
"Murdock would have a heart attack." Face yawned again, slowly creeping under the covers. He normally wouldn't be this tired after sex - and he'd sure sleep well tonight - it was mainly from the pole routine beforehand.
"Aaah, so he's seen one before." She quirked a brow and tried to imagine Murdock at a strip club… it was difficult and yet funny as hell. She curled against him like always, having to touch him and keep near him as though if she didn't she'd go nuts.
Face put his arm around her, pulling her a little closer as he slowly cooled off under the sheets, nodding sleepily. "Yeah, on his - on his - " yawning again "- we took him on his birthday. Poor thing had eight girls paying attention to him; he can barely deal with - with one..."
"Really." She laughed, her head tucking beneath his. "You are so mean to him." She teased. "Poor guy." She could imagine it now, he had probably been nervous as hell. She gave a small yawn and let her eyes flutter closed. "I really need to get later flights back from now on." She muttered already half asleep.
"Nahhh, we love him. He's family." Face closed his eyes and tucked her into him, knowing that he wouldn't see her again for a while. "Sweet...sweet dreams."
Note: If you're interested in putting together your own Face Poledancing Playlist, here's what we came up with:
1. Bon Jovi - Lay Your Hands On Me
2. T. Rex - 20th Century Boy
3. AC/DC - Shoot To Thrill
4. Right Said Fred - I'm Too Sexy
5. Duran Duran - Notorious
6. Def Leppard - Excitable
7. Soft Cell - Tainted Love
8. INXS - Need You Tonight
9. Robert Palmer - Addicted To Love
10. Madonna - Like A Prayer
11. Bloodhound Gang - The Bad Touch
12. Nine Inch Nails - Closer
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