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Title: Damned
Fandom: Kathy Reich's books.
Rating: Adult.
Pairing: Brennan/Ryan.
Spoilers: None, assumes they've had sex before.
Notes: I'd say this is for million_moments but it's for me really. I am going to hell. I'll save you a seat.



I should’ve expected this from Ryan. He had stated before that he wanted to suck my toes and had carried through with that threat/promise and there had been a hint that he would like to lick chocolate sauce off my body but I was still thrown for a loop when he pulled strawberries out of my fridge.

He was sneaky, I’d give him that, but I didn’t like the confidence that came with his planning. just because I’d invited him over for dinner didn’t mean I’d end up in bed with him. It didn’t mean that to me but he had pulled out all the stops. Tight jeans, perfect smile, those blues roaming over my body. Took my breath away.

I’d had no chance.

I wasn’t sure why I was realising that as he ran a cut strawberry over my stomach, the juice creating a light watery red line on my skin that tingled. I leant on my elbows to watch him work on my body, laying in the middle of my bed. I still felt self-conscious, I can still see places on my body that need improvement, my stomach for starters, that hours in the gym didn’t seem to be touching.

Ryan didn’t seem to notice of care and I gasped when his tongue followed the trail of strawberry he had made down to my thigh. At the noise he looked up and grinned at me.

Bastard.

I voiced that particular opinion but he didn’t say anything and as the strawberry went lower, his fingers touching my skin too, I lost the battle to hold myself up. I collapsed to the pillow and bent my head to the right so I could still see.

And stare at his bare chest.

The strawberry was making it’s way back up my body now but my eyes were stuck to his black boxers and his erection. It was good to know I affected him as badly. Good for my ego too. I wanted him to rush, to abandon the strawberry, but at the same time I wanted this to last. Wanted to orgasm from just this if it were possible.

With Ryan anything was, he liked to make me scream, saw it as a personal challenge to do so and I wasn’t going to argue with him.

The strawberry ran over my breasts, circling one nipple and going over the other before running up my neck and over my chin. He ran it over my lips and then applied a little pressure, so I opened my mouth and he dropped the strawberry in. I almost chocked on it when his tongue followed the same path. He stopped when he reached my left nipple, sucking on it hard and to my embarrassment I squealed.

Damn.

I cursed out loud when I heard him laughing, his breath over my breasts. He didn’t even try to hide it. He moved up the bed and hovered over me, looking right into my eyes with those devastating blues. I was in trouble, big trouble, with this guy. I couldn’t be happier. Or more aroused.

“I had this big plan.”

“Oh.”

“I have strawberries and cherries and cream….”

“How the hell did you get all that stuff in my fridge?”

“You were staring at my ass at the time cupcake.” There was a distinct possibility he was right about that.

“Just kiss me.” I smiled at him, lifted a leg up and ran it between his legs, brushing over the cotton covered erection.

“But,” he continued on, “seeing as you’re so eager….” I shifted beneath him and reached down into his boxers and wrapped my hand around him. He remained cool but something in his eyes changed. I smiled at him in what I hoped was a seductive manner, I was never sure, and started to move my hand

I was more than a little pleased to see Andrew Ryan almost choke and wobble above me. I laughed and leaned up to kiss him.

“Fine Tempe, you win.” He sounded annoyed and I just wanted to laugh some more. He wrestled out of my grip and removed his boxers.

“We can still eat the strawberries right?” I asked, watching the boxers join the heap of clothes on my bedroom floor.

“After.”

I forgot about eating the moment he was completely inside me.

He kissed me again, his lips passionate and almost angry but I knew that wasn’t how he was feeling. He just wanted more, more of me, that’s what he had told me once. He wanted as much of me as he could get while I was all his and wasn’t distracted by death.

Behind that great body were some beautiful words that made my heart flip in the same way his good looks made my stomach flip. I didn’t like to think about what that meant, I’d been there before and it had ended badly.

Ryan started moving, his lips on my neck again. Not kissing or sucking or anything. just the light presence of his breath on my hot skin as he moved in and out of my body, his weight on his hands. We’d done this before, this position, this bed, these feelings but I am always more than willing to do it all over and over again like this, because I know what the end result will be each time.

He hasn’t let me down yet.

“Tempe.”

He lifted his head up to look at me and smiled, thrusting hard once, twice, twisting his hips as he did so and killing me in the process.

Bastard.

I couldn’t tell him so that time, I couldn’t say anything. I hate him because he made me want to cry and it shouldn’t be that easy. I shouldn’t be that easy. Pleasure shot through my body, my skin on fire and tears in my eyes. I wouldn’t cry, I wouldn’t let him see me cry but he wasn’t watching now, wasn’t smiling. Time passed and I lost it for a moment, spaced out on him and when I came back to myself, he was still inside me, still hard, still moving.

“Andy.” He didn’t look when I spoke, still moving, his body still working, mine still on fire, screaming at me.

I thought I might pass out properly, I always thought that, as foolish as it sounds.

“Tem…” He ground half of my name through his teeth and into my shoulder, stopping and shaking before collapsing on top of me.

I tried to hold back the tears.

“Good?”

“Good.” Damn. My voice cracked and his head shot up. His face was red and covered in sweat, he looked just as devastatingly handsome as ever.

“What is it?”

I’d always managed to keep in the tears and there have been only a handful of times someone has made me cry in bed.

“Nothing. Nothing.” I choked the words out, trying to explain. “It was just that good.”

“Just that good?” He grinned at me and I couldn’t help but roll my eyes at him.

Arrogant bastard.

I went to say just that but he kissed me before I could get ‘bastard’ out, his hand reaching up to cup a breast.

Damn.

“I hate you.” I said moaning into his mouth when he pinched my nipple.

Damn.

“I’d believe you if you weren’t been so vocal.” He leaned over to take the nipple into his mouth and I moaned. Again.

Damn.

Again.

“Just go get the whipped cream.”


And that is why people shouldn't write fanfiction for books.