what are feelings without emotions?; Dexter, Deb/Dexter, NC-17
porn battle: dexter
title: what are feelings without emotions?
pairing: deb/dexter
prompt: shelter
Several English teachers, both in high school and in college, had told him that though linearity of thought is considered the norm, it is also unnatural. Dexter had never agreed with them, always staunch that thoughts were pure, cold logic, leading a body through life clumsily and sluggishly.
He questions this though, as he looks at Deb’s face and wonders why he didn’t kill her. Brian was his family, his blood brother. He could have done it so easily. It was straightforward. It was logical: she was not really a part of him.
Dexter holds her while she cries and inexplicably she is kissing him. He can feel her face, hot with tears. She’s begging him to fuck her, please now. Her eyes shine with tears and she looks like she wants to scream. “You can’t let him be inside me anymore.”
She’s unzipping her jacket. She’s naked underneath it and she lets it fall open, exposing her bruised chest. Dexter stares at the spot where he would have driven a six-inch stainless steel blade through her sternum but couldn’t; but she is kissing him and he is kissing her back and he can’t quite retrace his thoughts back to how he’s letting this happen.
He peels off her sweats and kneels down on the floor of the ambulance. Gently, he pushes her legs open and licks her clit, slowly. He’s timid at first, unsure with her. He reminds himself that it is Deb, who loves him, who needs him. He quickens his pace, using the flat of his tongue to rub her clit in circles, tasting how wet and ready she is for him. He feels her hands on his head, her grip tightening with each movement of his tongue.
“Fuck me.” She whispers it like a prayer. Dexter feels a shiver run up his spine and feels himself getting hard. He stands up and undoes his pants. Deb pulls him closer to her and wraps her legs around his hips. She pushes him deep inside her, too deep at first and he hears her gasp.
He starts to move in her, short, shallow strokes, afraid of hurting her again. She closes her eyes and presses her face into the curve of his shoulder. He can feel her tears again, wet against his skin. He grips her tighter, and pushes into her, deeper and harder this time. She lets out a small moan. He starts to move faster, suddenly wanting this more, this closeness that he could never fake. He feels Deb mimic the change in pace, rolling her hips to take more of him in.
He wants to come then, feeling the tight heat of her enveloping his entire length. Dexter feels Deb biting his shoulder and he sped up, trying to let her finish first. He hears her voice in his ear, “I want you to come in me.”
“Are…are you sure?” He pulls back a little so he can look her in the face. She meets his eyes and nods. The begin to rock together in rhythm, building on each other until Dexter feels her tighten around him, just as he comes, deep inside her.
Her eyes glaze over and the next thing he knows, they are dressed again. He wants to say something to her, how he would never let anyone hurt her, that he would give her anything she asked for. The driver opens the door and suddenly, it is all over. He watches them take her. She looks back at him and mouths ‘thank you’. He smiles back but she is already gone.
title: what are feelings without emotions?
pairing: deb/dexter
prompt: shelter
Several English teachers, both in high school and in college, had told him that though linearity of thought is considered the norm, it is also unnatural. Dexter had never agreed with them, always staunch that thoughts were pure, cold logic, leading a body through life clumsily and sluggishly.
He questions this though, as he looks at Deb’s face and wonders why he didn’t kill her. Brian was his family, his blood brother. He could have done it so easily. It was straightforward. It was logical: she was not really a part of him.
Dexter holds her while she cries and inexplicably she is kissing him. He can feel her face, hot with tears. She’s begging him to fuck her, please now. Her eyes shine with tears and she looks like she wants to scream. “You can’t let him be inside me anymore.”
She’s unzipping her jacket. She’s naked underneath it and she lets it fall open, exposing her bruised chest. Dexter stares at the spot where he would have driven a six-inch stainless steel blade through her sternum but couldn’t; but she is kissing him and he is kissing her back and he can’t quite retrace his thoughts back to how he’s letting this happen.
He peels off her sweats and kneels down on the floor of the ambulance. Gently, he pushes her legs open and licks her clit, slowly. He’s timid at first, unsure with her. He reminds himself that it is Deb, who loves him, who needs him. He quickens his pace, using the flat of his tongue to rub her clit in circles, tasting how wet and ready she is for him. He feels her hands on his head, her grip tightening with each movement of his tongue.
“Fuck me.” She whispers it like a prayer. Dexter feels a shiver run up his spine and feels himself getting hard. He stands up and undoes his pants. Deb pulls him closer to her and wraps her legs around his hips. She pushes him deep inside her, too deep at first and he hears her gasp.
He starts to move in her, short, shallow strokes, afraid of hurting her again. She closes her eyes and presses her face into the curve of his shoulder. He can feel her tears again, wet against his skin. He grips her tighter, and pushes into her, deeper and harder this time. She lets out a small moan. He starts to move faster, suddenly wanting this more, this closeness that he could never fake. He feels Deb mimic the change in pace, rolling her hips to take more of him in.
He wants to come then, feeling the tight heat of her enveloping his entire length. Dexter feels Deb biting his shoulder and he sped up, trying to let her finish first. He hears her voice in his ear, “I want you to come in me.”
“Are…are you sure?” He pulls back a little so he can look her in the face. She meets his eyes and nods. The begin to rock together in rhythm, building on each other until Dexter feels her tighten around him, just as he comes, deep inside her.
Her eyes glaze over and the next thing he knows, they are dressed again. He wants to say something to her, how he would never let anyone hurt her, that he would give her anything she asked for. The driver opens the door and suddenly, it is all over. He watches them take her. She looks back at him and mouths ‘thank you’. He smiles back but she is already gone.