Part of the Code. Part four of four. Spoilers through 8X05, but this splits from the show after that. The characters of Dexter are only my playmates. I do not own them and no money is being made from my scribbling. However, I will gladly accept feedback. Thanks to C for her suggestions and patience.

Steaks and beer for us and a hamburger and milk for Harrison.

All while we were eating, Dexter kept looking at me like he was going to eat me. I knew that look. It was like he was stalking me, but I was right in front of him. His gaze on me made me squirm in my chair, trying to get some relief from the tension built up between my legs. If he really meant what he said, that he wanted to remove me from his 'code', and good fucking god I hope he meant it, if he was going to touch me again, I was going to come shamefully quick.

After dinner, we sat on the couch with Harrison between us. Four beers down and feeling a little buzzed, but The Smurfs still sucked balls. Half way through it, Harrison fell asleep with his head on my lap and Dexter carried him to bed.

I started watching an episode of 'Lockup' by the time Dexter came back. He walked down the darkened hall towards me and stopped right in front of me. He crossed his arms in front of him, grabbed the hem of his shirt, pulled it over his head, and threw it on the chair. I didn't know what to look at first, his arms and chest, or his bulge, right in front of me. He blocked out the light from the TV, making it difficult to see his face. But his voice was terribly clear.

"Now you… I want to see that he didn't mark you anywhere else."

I moved to the edge of the couch forcing him to take a small step back. "Dexter..." I pulled my hair away from my neck. "This is the only one, I fucking swear to fucking God."

"I believe you. Show me."

I fumbled at the buttons on my shirt, trying to get it off quickly. I pulled it off my shoulders, letting the cool air hit my skin, bringing goosebumps across my arms and pebbling my nipples. His eyes dropped to my cleavage. I put my palms over the tops of his thighs and felt around the outside of his legs, to his hamstrings, then up to his ass. Fuck it, I knew he was strong, but actually touching him, I could tell that he worked out. His legs were solid and his ass was tight under my hands.

"See, nothing else."

He grabbed me under my arms and pulled me up along his body, then stepped away. "Where else did he touch you? Here?" He touched my shoulders and I nodded. He moved his palms down both my arms. "Here?" and I nodded again.

He pointed to the center of my chest at the tiny front closure of my black racerback bra. "Take it off and spin", pointing his finger up in the air and making a quick circular motion. "I want to see your skin."

I unhooked it, dropped it off to the side and automatically covered by breasts with my hands. He pulled my hands away from myself roughly.

"Don't do that. Jesus, when have you ever been shy…" He just looked at me for a moment, that look in his eye again. He put both his hands over my breasts and kneaded them in his palms, teasing the tips to achingly hard points. I reached for his fly and I felt he was hard as fuck, straining against his pants, but he pulled his hips away.

"Fuck, Dex, come on..."

"Spin."

I lifted my hair and slowly turned around. Showing him that there were no other marks on me. Then he rushed up on me and pushed me onto the couch.

My back hit the soft couch cushions and I bounced a little and then he fell upon me. He pulled my arms above my head and held them there by my wrists. He was holding them almost too tightly and I tested his strength by struggling against him. But then he kissed me, his mouth open, his tongue pushing into my mouth, only to be met by my own. I couldn't stand the fucking ache between my legs anymore and I wrapped my thighs around his waist and almost involuntarily thrusted up against his cock. He was pushing back at me, his cock hitting me just right. Ten seconds of dry humping against him and my orgasm hit me hard. Breathless, I broke the kiss to catch my breath. "Goddammit. Fuck me…"

"Clever girl…"

I couldn't help but smile just a little bit. I felt fucking great. "I can't help it, Dex."

"Bedroom?"

"Thank fuck, yes."

He pulled me up, and walked me backwards into the bedroom, kissing me as we moved. He stopped us just at the end of the bed and went to lock both bedroom doors. He turned around, stripped off his shorts and boxers and advanced on me. His cock was hard and thick and perfect. He caught me looking at his cock and he smiled that smile that men get when they know that they are going to get laid. I think I blushed. I started to unbutton my pants and he stopped me.

"Wait…" He stopped in front of me and kneeled before me, unzipping my pants. He pulled them down, along with my panties, and tossed them aside. He reached for my legs and looked up at me, making my knees weak. He was the one on his knees, but I was the one that felt powerless.

He was holding my calves. "Did he touch you here?" I nodded. His hands skimmed over my skin up to my thighs. "And here?" Dammit. I nodded again.

His look darkened and he put one hand between my legs, cupping my crotch. "Here?"

"No!" I spit out so quickly it sounded as if I was lying. "No. Fuck no, he didn't."

"Ok." He said and laid a kiss right at the top of my pussy. He inhaled, smelling my arousal and my knees did buckle a little then. He pulled his hand away and both hands came around to cup my ass.

"What about here?" and squeezed my ass, his fingertips digging into my flesh.

I couldn't lie. Elway had touched me several times, grabbing my ass, playfully swatting me.

"Yes."

I think I felt the sting before I heard his hand smack my ass. "Dex!" I yelped and tried to step away, but wound up falling over the end of the bed. He rolled me over, my ass hanging over the end of the bed and spanked me three or four times.

"Dexter!" I tried to push up to move away. He wasn't really hurting me, but it did sting. Before I could get up, I fell forward onto the mattress because his lips followed where his hands had been.

I looked over my shoulder and he was on his knees again. He was kissing and biting where my legs met my ass, soothing the skin that he just reddened. His thumbs spread my lips apart and his tongue was feather light against my clit. I couldn't think. His tongue was warm and wet and too much and not nearly enough. And he pulled away all too soon.

"Grab the headboard.", he said, punctuated by a small swat. I crawled onto the bed, flipped over my back and grasped the metal over my head. He looked at me and shook his head. "Turn over." Oh fuck.

I rolled over and held the headboard, waiting for him on my knees. Again, I felt totally exposed, yet not able to stop myself from arching my back, showing him what I wanted... fuck, needed him to do.

The mattress dipped as he moved into position. He was behind me, his running his hands down my back and over my hips. "You do what you have to do to close a case. I get that. This is twice now that you've made yourself sexual bait. You don't need me to protect you. I know that you want me and I know that there's no one else on earth that loves me more that you." He grabbed me between my legs. His thumb on my asshole and palm and fingers against my crotch. "But if you get yourself in another situation like this again, know this…" He squeezed his hand, owning me. "This is mine. I don't want you to fuck anyone else."

I turned and looked over my shoulder, raised up, and kissed him. "Yeah Dex… yeah."

"I don't want to talk anymore. I just want to fuck you. I want to fuck you and I want you to take it. I want to fuck you and make you come harder than you ever have with anyone else. I want you to be sore for days and every time you sit down, I want you to feel the ache between your legs and the sting on your ass from my hand. That's how it's going to be."

"Then fuck me."

And then we didn't talk at all. He rubbed the head of his cock all along my pussy, coating his cock, and slipped just the head into me with a groan. He pressed all the way into me, his thighs pressed up against mine. And then he pushed just a little more, in and up, his hips crushing me into the bed. Then it was just the wet sounds of his body crashing into mine, pulling almost all the way out and then thrusting home. If I wasn't so goddamn out of my mind, I'd almost be embarrassed by how turned on I was and my body's reaction to him. I was nearly dripping, but he seemed not to mind. In fact as he was pulling out I could feel his hand between us, feeling just how much I wanted him. For minutes, we moved together like this, just two sentient animals moving against each other. Grunting and wet slaps of skin on skin.

This time when I came I knew it was coming long before my ultimate climax. When Dexter's thrusts became harder and more deliberate, when he stayed in me for longer than his withdrawals, I'd push back on him, keeping our bodies joined, fucking loving the feeling of him inside me more than the in-and-out friction.

Something opened up in me and like a train in the distance that you can't see but can hear and know is barreling towards you, I could feel it that I was going to come. As long as he kept up this motion, I knew that it was going to happen.

"Fuck Dex.." I swore each time he rammed home into me. He must have know that I was so very close since each time he pushed into me, I got louder. I seriously couldn't help it. The feeling was too much to contain in my body. He pulled me up against him and covered my mouth with his hand. Not a hard seal, but enough that I was muffled. I had to hold us upright, holding onto the metal in front of me as his other hand reached around and settled just underneath my left breast. Knowing that he wanted to feel my heart beat and pump when I came, and realizing how fucked up that was, pushed me over the edge.

He let me go and I fell forward, my forearms and forehead hitting the mattress. My legs were shaking so bad, if he wasn't holding me in place by my hips I think I couldn't have stayed on my knees on my own. I looked behind me and up at Dexter. He was looking down at where we were joined. He was moving very slowly in and out of me, watching himself disappear into me and then pulling back out. Beads of sweat were dotting his forehead.

"I don't want to come. I want this to last…"

I reached back and put my hand over one of his hands holding my hips. "Let go, Dex. Give it to me."

His grip tightened on both sides of my hips, bruising my skin and he started fucking me hard and fast until he came with a shuddering shout of my fuck and my name. He stayed in me for a short bit then pulled out and fell over onto his side. My knees gave out and I laid on my stomach. I turned to look at him and his eyes were soft and wet. I pulled up onto my elbows and leaned over to kiss him gently on the lips. I turned on my side so I could see him better. We laid like that for a while, just looking at each other, getting our breath back.

I looked down at my hip and noticed the red outline of his handprints against my skin.

"Was that… was that ok for you?" He seemed uncertain, an odd emotion coming from the man that just felt me clamping down on his dick so hard I thought I might pull a muscle in my crotch, if that was possible. I swear I could still feel the muscles in my arms and legs tingling, rushing with blood from the orgasm I had.

How could he not tell? "Hell fucking yeah, Dexter. That was perfect."

He seemed satisfied with the answer as he looked down at the red marks across my skin.

"How is this going to work, Dex?"

"I don't know. But I want it. Besides the other rules, Harry taught me to be sure about what I was going to do. And I am. Whatever happens, I'm sure of us. We need to stay together and never part. You're it for me, Deb."

I reached out to run my fingers across the stubble on his cheek. My other hand touched his chest, right over his beating heart. "Me too."