assholic | Open Post

"Considering you might have kept going until you cut your fingers off, I should just tie you to the bed as a punishment." He slid in next to her, all naked and warm and still a bit damp, and she reached for him almost automatically.

It wasn't as if she hadn't seen him every day, but not touching him had been a trial. She wasn't ready for that yet. Hadn't rubbed all the shiny off this new relationship. Her knee went over his leg, her hand up on his cheek as she tipped his face her way to let her kiss him. That was the part that felt most like coming home. Like everything was okay.

"I don't think I'll survive a life where I have no fingers to touch you," he responded immediately. There was no teasing and it wasn't due to how tired he was. Maybe being tired was something like a truth serum. "Punish me however you see fit." The end did have a slight tone of humor to it.

A part of Diego used the separation to stay motivated. It was the way a fighter wouldn't have sex before a big match. Yet he couldn't stand the idea of not seeing Jessica, as if he might lose her forever if too much time went by without her. He relished the kiss that she initiated on that note and returned it with fervor.

There would never be a day where she wouldn't find a reason to run into him. To come see him. He hadn't told her explicitly not to touch him or distract him, but he'd been in the middle of the 'boys', working hard and focusing on what he felt needed to get done. She hadn't wanted to feel like she was intervening, but seeing him tonight had driven home that she was going to have to from now on, just to make sure that he didn't overdo it. Diego didn't seem to have limits. None that he wanted to acknowledge, and that left it up to her to keep a leash on him for certain things.

He kissed her back and she slid her hand down along his back to his ass, a craving going through her that spoke of how starved she'd been from the lack of him lately. "I think you'd like that too much. Which belies it being a punishment, love of my life."

A loving touch seemed like something they both had been deprived of. Jessica might have had it before losing her family, maybe even from the only sister she knew. It was something Diego had only received from Grace and a few relationships before they went sour. He was a different person with it than without. The same seemed to be said for his soulmate.

She used words of affirmation in addition to touch and acts of service. The way she gave him space while working on their future home was the way he tried to stay out of her way as a private investigator, only to find him hiding in the shadows from time to time. Diego let a husky laugh rumble from his chest at the grab of his ass and what she said.

"There's only one way to find out," he quipped before another heated kiss. His hand moved from around Jessica to her mirror the way she held him. Diego rocked his hips subconsciously, rubbing his erection that was sandwiched between them.

"I missed this," she admitted, moving her lips from his to along the scruff that was almost more a beard at this point. She nibbled down to his ear, her knee lifting higher along his side to pull him in closer, mind stuck between rolling him over and riding him, or pulling him onto her so she could watch him above her. She liked both. Her body broke out in goosebumps at the feel of his hands on her, and she knew that admission was more than just words.

She'd missed him with her whole soul, and it wasn't until they were tangled up again that anything felt right with her. "I missed you," she added, nipping his ear before she moved her lips back to his.

"Sorry," he apologized. Diego knew it had been his doing, working so much that they were ships passing each other in the night for weeks. She was understanding of his drive and reasons but he also missed her and believed it was only right for him to take the blame.

There were so many goals ahead for them. He had gotten credentials and was official in this timeline. They would get married, move in together, even work together. Diego was excited for all of it and more. ...The 'more' part made him nervous so he didn't think too deeply of it. He was content with their present life. He'd never had it so good.

"I want you," he growled in response after she nipped his ear. Diego made the choice for Jessica, rolling on his back and taking her with him. One hand remained possessively on her ass as the other palmed the side of her face.

She knew that. Knew that he wanted her, could always tell when he reacted to her, which was why she'd been trying not to be present so much. She wouldn't be able to handle the guilt if he got hurt because she'd distracted him. But she'd pulled back too much, let him work himself too hard, and she was going to have to find that balance so that he didn't get this worn down again.

He growled at her and rolled them and she felt that heat go through her again. She loved this man. Loved his skin. Loved his voice. Loved the way he smelled. She'd missed the taste of him, so she sucked at his lip, moving a little to spread her knees to either side of him so that the next shift of her body against his had him touching, then sliding up into her. Of course she was wet. He existed and was in her vicinity. It was cause and effect at this point. So she took advantage of that, feeling that grip on her ass as she moved her mouth down to tongue at his piercing. "Have me," she whispered, sucking at the ring and tounging around it as she lifted up off his cock just enough to let her slam back down.

Only as they were tangled together did Diego realize how much he missed her too. His mind had been focused on one goal, losing himself to it as long as he could feel their connection and see her. He was always aroused by her and could easily confuse her want as his own. There was no mistaking his desire and hers as mounted him.

It was almost a toxic combination of her scent, tasting her, feeling her and how she touched him. A hand roughly slipped into her hair and tugged Jessica back. He wanted to see her, putting his other hand on her breast then doing the same with the one that had a handful of hair.

She'd get him to finish too quickly if he let her continue running her tongue on him. "I want to see you," he growled with handfuls of her breasts. Diego also thrusted from under Jessica, taking her when she offered herself up.

Finishing him off quickly was the goal. Her own pleasure was secondary. She wanted him worn out and sleeping, and the best way to do that was to get him off. But his hands in her hair had a hiss of pleasure leaving her, her eyes flicking up to his as he pulled her up, then moved to kneading her breasts. He thrust up as she came down, and her eyes rolled back in her head.

Maybe she'd gone too long without him, but that one simple slam of body to body had the first whisper of her orgasm telling her she was close. It should be surprising, but looking down at him, at those dark eyes and that heat that simmered between them, she wasn't in the slightest bit. She grabbed one of his wrists, dragging his hand up to her mouth so she could suck at his thumb, watching him with needy green eyes as she started to swirl her hips over him. "Look all you want."

Sleep was the farthest thing from his mind at the moment, supercharged with arousal. Yet she was right to think that a climax would lull him right to sleep. Three days was a long time without any--that was rest and sex in their relationship. Suddenly working on a place to live seemed like an idiot thing to do as Diego watched Jessica in all her glory.

Seeing the pleasure rush through her and feeling something in their connection only increased his excitement. Particularly seeing any part of his anatomy in her mouth... Diego couldn't form words. His gaze shifted into what could be construed as an angry stare but Jessica knew it was his focused one. He left his thumb in her mouth but rolled her nipple in his other hand a little firmer while nearly bouncing her off his lap with thrusts.

"Eres bella, Mami. Termina con migo."

He called her beautiful and told Jessica to finish with him in spanish. The words were hardly audible with the way his voice growled.

That bond made things so much more... intimate. Feeling his pleasure mingle with her own created an echoing ricochet, so that when he started to move in earnest, she was caught up in the whirlwind of it. She could feel his heartbeat, taste it in his thumb, knew that it was running in tandem with her own as she felt herself clutch around him.

Then he had to go speak with that sexy purr that had her body tightening up all over, and her head fell back as she came down hard, as she came, inner walls clamping around him and fluttering through her orgasm. She felt that rush go through her and knew he'd pick it up, a sound of pure pleasure leaving her lips that might have ended with his name hissed through her teeth. "Yeah, we're not going that long again without sex. I can't do that."

Whether it was their connection as soulmates or simply their compatibility, sex continued to be mind blowing no matter how long the session, or where it was. Her body was a sight to behold for Diego but how she moved it against him was always what brought him over the edge.

The hand by her face had moved down to her hip in sequence with the other. His head craned back as he came with Jessica, hands gripping and holding her down to him as he descended from the climax. He brought his chin down to catch his breath and let out a low chuckle.

"Sounds like you have a problem," he uttered breathlessly. "I think I have the same problem." Diego reached for Jessica and tugged her down to lay on top of him. His eyelids were heavy, eventually closing as his breathing evened out.

She shouldn't love the possessive way he held her when he came, but she did. She wasn't a thing to anyone else, but to him, she was his. She belonged to him, but that was a double edged lock and key, and she looked down at him as he panted and smirked up at at her and fell a little more in love.

He pulled her down to lay on him and she complied. A part of her wanted to fall asleep just like that, but she worried about suffocating him. Still, for the moment, it was nice to just be as close to him as she could be, his cock still inside her for a little bit, his heart thundering against her own. "I love you," she whispered, kissing his chest while she waited for him to fall asleep before she slid off him to find her place beside him. She pulled the sheet up over them, curling up alongside him with one leg thrown possessively over him, her arm tucked around his chest. Sleep was good.

"I love you too," he whispered tiredly back. Diego never felt Jessica move off. He was sound asleep, believing his arms were still wrapped around her as the days of hard work caught up with him. His mind might have been overly tired as he dreamed of life before meeting his soulmate.

Initially, it was a step back to when Five appeared after their father's funeral then progressed through one disaster after another. He powered down Grace, he lost Patch, he left the house with Grace--it was a memory he never recalled having. Diego flinched as it was taken away and he watched her in the mansion as it crumbled. His body started to sweat and he muttered in his sleep.

She was asleep, but that part of her that was linked to him picked up on the distress. She groggily opened her eyes and focused on him, hearing him mumble and felt the tension in him. His dreams had bled into hers and she saw the crumbling of a house around his mother figure, and it didn't take a psychic to see the pain of that on his face. Her hand rested on his chest, and she gave him a light shake. "Hey, Diego. Shh, it's okay. You're okay."

Jessica wasn't exactly trying to wake him up, since he needed the rest, but more to jostle him out of that train of bad sleep thought and maybe into something less traumatic. She nipped at his shoulder, gently, murmuring softly to him in what little Spanish she'd picked up. "Está bien, nena. Te tengo a ti." It's okay, baby, I've got you.

She was the only one allowed to have nightmares. She refused to let him wear himself out with bad dreams.

His heart was pounding in his chest. She'd feel it through their connection and when she rested her hand on him. He didn't know the extent of his survivor's guilt, having not thought about his life before in weeks. Jessica's voice broke through the dream but didn't fully wake him.

"Te amo," he mumbled as the dream shifted. Diego didn't mourn Eudora as a love lost. Their relationship had been over for years. She was a good cop and a great person, even if she didn't choose him. He felt responsible for her death as he did for his mother. In the years since he'd left home, he never pushed for her to leave. Both women made him a better man but didn't hold a candle to Jessica.

She wasn't programmed to care for him and neither did she try to make him be someone that he wasn't. Jessica loved him for who he was. She saw him in ways he couldn't yet love himself, but he loved her in those ways. Diego dreamt about the factory becoming their home, getting married, running successful businesses where he didn't have to play a bargain Batman anymore.

He lived a life Bruce Wayne would be envious of. Diego slowly woke as the sun began to flood the room and wake him from sleep. His arm was snug around Jessica's waist. He scrunched his nose and tried to open his eyes that felt nearly glued shut.

His arm was tight around her, and she didn't move to draw away. She rested there, waiting to wake him further if needed, but he seemed to have shifted that dreamscape himself.

Diego was... home. She'd woken up to the hushed whispers of Dorothy Walker and Trish, the beeping of hospital machines and the quiet murmur of the room her new reality, and she hadn't had time to mourn. She'd lost her whole world and she'd been shoved into a PR nightmare. Trish had given her something to focus on. Someone to help when she'd discovered what else she'd woken up with.

He didn't need her help. He could do just fine on his own, even if he had a questionable diet. But he'd slid into her world and burrowed in and made himself fit. She couldn't imagine not waking up to the scent of him close to her, to that look of utter adoration she got from him every time he looked at her. He loved her. There wasn't room for any doubt in her mind over that. He'd never asked for anything until he'd brought up the new place, and it felt like such a small thing to ask for. Something for them. Their place. She should have thought of it herself.

She'd have to do better. When he started to stir again, she hummed to him and patted his chest. "You can sleep longer, babe. There's no rush today."

"Mmm. Furniture," he muttered hoarsely without opening his eyes yet.

They were kindred spirits; both experiencing loss without being allowed to properly mourn. Maybe it was what brought them together. Diego had been thrown into her world almost as alone as Jessica had been in that period of time. The moment he touched her, the emptiness he felt all his life was gone.

It was dangerous to put all his faith in one person. Before meeting Jessica, he would never have supported the notion unless it was about himself. Diego talked about being a lone wolf but he didn't even put that much faith in himself. Yet he had all of his in his soulmate.

Who might just get mad at him worrying about their place again.

"Have to get back. Furniture's coming in. Gotta finish the kitchen too."

"No," she said, a firmness in her tone as she lifted her head to look down at him. She poked at his nose, content to lay there naked in bed until her stomach, or his, said otherwise. "Today is break day. It's my job to make sure that after you hit a wall and almost murder yourself with construction tools, that you have to take a whole day of rest. That may include me tying you down to the bed so you can't get out of it at all. I'll do it, Diego."

She doubted he'd kill himself working himself to the bone, but he'd hurt himself. He'd unnecessarily put himself in a precarious position, and they didn't need that. She rubbed at his scruff, looking at how much longer it had gotten. "Maybe I'll shave you today. But today is 'Diego takes a break' day." If he managed to look at her, he'd see that she might be smiling, but between the steel in the back of her eyes and the thrumming down the link that she meant it.

'No...' He was relatively sure that she had told him no before and he had been compliant. This time, he was immediately resistant. Not that Diego did more than open his eyes as she blocked the sun from blinding him. They were still heavily lidded from how tired he was. He scrunched his nose a little, lifting a hand and using the back to rub over his eyes.

"Maybe tomorrow. Someone's gotta accept the furniture delivery." 'Someone' could be on the crew or even Danny who was supposed to meet another delivery for the training area. Jessica was right; his facial hair was more of a light beard than the scruff he normally kept. As she looked firmly in his eyes, Diego found himself looking at her with none of the same conviction.

Getting their place ready to move in was important and he didn't see the extent that he'd been working to get it for them to live in. He was one of those male birds trying desperately to impress his mate but already won her over.

"Imagine my surprise when you went out and got a whole crew of actual human beings, all with opposable thumbs and the ability to sign their names and do cognitive thinking, like how to accept a furniture delivery from the guy paying their bills." The look she gave him was wry, but there was a smile hidden there as she let her nails scritch lightly through the growth on his face

He didn't look so bad with the beginnings of a beard. Diego managed to look appealing to her, no matter what. Normally, to her, men either could pull off facial hair and looked better with it, or couldn't, and looked better clean shaven. He looked good either way, and she had to cram down the instant urge to do something like see what it would feel like between her thighs.

Nope. This was about taking care of him and keeping him in bed. There was always a guaranteed way to do that, in her opinion, and with that smile growing a bit, her fingers started to travel down along his body, over that firm chest, his stomach, down to the curls at the base of his groin. "You're relaxing today. Now, we can do this the easy way, or we can do this the hard way. You wanna be hard, Diego?"

"Yes?" He honestly wasn't sure what he was answering at that point. Her hands on him often had that effect. Jessica likely knew he was saying yes about being hard because waking up with her already had his dick firm, it only took her touch roaming over his body to completely raise his flagpole.

She was right about the crew but he didn't think about the factory anymore. His eyes transitioned from barely opening to a dark, wanting gaze. He lifted his hand to slip into the back of her neck and tug Jessica in for a kiss. Diego started hesitantly, not wanting to turn her off with morning breath.

Sweet. Of course he was sweet, but she also felt that hovering expectation of rejection over something she considered ridiculous. She squelched that notion by dipping her tongue into his mouth while she wrapped her fingers around the length of him that always seemed to be eager for her touch.

She couldn't help the sizzle of pride that went through her, that pleasure echoing through their link to him at the fact that he wanted her. Seemingly always. There had always been limitations on her past relationships, or expectations and demands of what she had to be to draw their attention. She never had to worry about that with him. She never had to wonder if she was good enough, if he liked her. It shone in his eyes every time she looked at him.

God, she loved him.

A familiar noise spilled into the kiss much like how her tongue slipped against his. The combination of tasting Jessica and how she stroked him was the cause for the noise of pleasure. Until finding his soulmate, he was convinced he wasn’t good enough for a woman to really want him. There was no doubt that she did yet he still couldn’t believe it sometimes.

His free hand thumbed over her nipple in reach while the other kept a gentle grip at the back of her neck as they kissed. Diego had an idea of where she might go but waited for confirmation. She was in charge at the moment. He surrendered complete, enjoying her stroke of his cock.

If his guess was that she was going to break the kiss to start nibbling, licking, and sucking her way down his body towards where her hand was, then he'd be correct. She was a paid to be observant person, after all. She'd deduced that a certain man she adored turned into liquid putty whenever she got her mouth on him. Well, putty or a feral handsy fuck machine. He was still in that wakening stage, so she figured she'd get putty first.

"You're going to stay here today. All day. With me. Say it, Diego." She nipped at his hip, biting her teeth in to mark him there, then kissing and nuzzling her way towards the root of his cock. She kissed there, then started licking her way up along his length, pausing part way up. "Go on. Say it."

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