Hurt/Comfort [for ammapreaker]

[about2knowme]

Well, that was not the best day I've ever had, Deckard Shaw thought as he half-stumbled through the door of his London apartment-- at least, the one he was renting for the time being.

Fucking Hobbs and his team had nearly got him four hours ago. He'd led the man and his team on the usual merry chase through the city, and had nearly gotten away without a scratch until Hobbs had rammed his car into a goddamn wall. They'd traded punches for a while until a lucky break in the shape of his gas tank exploding gave him a chance to get away and find one of the under-the-table doctors he knew of to patch him up.

Deckard winced as he slowly shrugged his way out of his leather jacket, his body screaming in protest at the movement. With the garment off, it was much easier to see the way his shirt had been cut away in order to bandage some kind of wound on his upper right arm. The rest of the shirt was dirty and streaked with sweat and blood, some of it his. Even his face was smudged, and he smelled faintly of smoke and gasoline. Gingerly, he pushed off his boots, and slowly made his way toward the couch.

"Amma? Sweetheart?" he called out into the apartment, trying to keep his voice from betraying the pain he was feeling, but it was a pretty stupid move, since the girl would see what kind of shape he was in once she came out of her room.

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[ammapreaker]

Amma had been in the bedroom playing on her phone when he finally showed up. "You were supposed to be home like three hours ago!" She had been waiting for quite some time for his arrival. While they had rented this place she had stayed home to do "home schooling" which was more like home shopping when no one was around to monitor her. She wasn't supposed to leave the flat on her own, strictly for safety purposes, but she still often did. However, even with a credit card to use and all the time in the world to explore the city, she didn't really like doing it alone. Let alone without him. "We totally missed the 5 o'clock movie-" she began to whine when she saw him only from behind.

Getting the full view of him in his state stopped her and she stared at him. "What happened?" She sounded concerned, but more confused than anything. He had come home with torn clothes, scrapes, bruises, but never anything that had required medical attention and showed blood. Not while she had been around. Suddenly the image of Deckard being a perfect invincible hitman was altered.

Sitting on the couch with him, she didn't touch him, but she sat close enough to get a whiff of all the scents attached to him. He'd definitely need a shower or a bath. Her face was blank but more from the lack of anger and happiness than the presence of concern; her empathetic feelings not always easy for her to express despite their presence. She'd ask who did it, but it didn't matter. He wouldn't tell her and she couldn't do a damn thing about it. She also didn't ask if he needed a doctor- it was evident that he'd gotten some sort of attention. So she asked what mattered the most to her, "Did you kill them?"

[about2knowme]

He heard the sharp tone in Amma's voice and immediately, his heart sank a little. It wasn't anything he cared to analyze too deeply, but he was aware that disappointing the girl was the last thing in the world he ever wanted to do, second only to seeing any harm come to her. But some things were out of his hands.

Deckard smiled wryly at her first question. "Ran into an old acquaintance in the middle of the job. Unfortunately, I didn't run into him hard enough."

This was one of the times when Amma was impossible for him to read. He'd never call her damaged or wrong, but without a doubt, she was different. And he could only imagine there were a dozen different things going on in her pretty head, so he simply waited to see what happened next.

His smile was much warmer after that second question. That was his girl.

"No," he said sullenly, "but not for lack of trying, that's for certain. There's a couple city blocks on fire that'll attest to it. By the way, I'll need to steal us a new car."

[ammapreaker]

In response to his smile, she offered one as she sat beside him, in her small halter top and shorts. The notion of a new car made it more genuine, "Yeah? Let's get a faster one!" Not that she could ever drive the cars he stole, but she certainly enjoyed them. "Yellow? Or red again?"

Then it occurred to her that the large scale of damage could be trouble, "Do we have to leave?" She never minded the moving and hotel rooms. It was all far more exciting than back home in Missouri.

Amma looked more closely at the wound, seeing that he had clearly gotten it patched up, "Does it hurt?" Leaning in, she got another whiff of him and scrunched up her face, "You need a bath."

[about2knowme]

"Gotta be a bit sensible for this next one, darling, sorry," he told Amma, then winked. "Doesn't mean we can't find something with a nice, big back seat, though." Of course, that could get them in plenty of trouble, too, but caution was clearly a virtue neither of them were in great possession of.

Deckard shook his head at her question. "Shouldn't need to leave. They didn't find me, they just got lucky because one of the guys on the crew today just had to brag to his boyfriend about the score. They don't know anything about this place." Or at least, that was what he hoped. None of the men he'd hired had been within ten miles of this apartment.

"Only hurts if I move too much," he explained, then fished in his pocket, pulling out two baggies full of pills. "Doc gave me these to take the edge off. Here," he said, tossing one bag to Amma. "Can't say Daddy never gives you presents."

Deckard laughed at her face of disgust. "Gonna need help."

[ammapreaker]

"Like a minivan?" She made another face of disgust at the taste of the word. She knew nothing about cars other than some were fancy and hot while others were just not.

There was relief to not have to move, but she didn't show it. Instead, Amma's face lit up at the baggie of pills despite having no idea what they were. They had to be good if they were distributed in this fashion. "The best presents!" She opened the clear bag and took out a single pill to pop into her mouth. Wasn't like they would be going out that evening. "Will this make me pass out so that you can fuck my unconscious body?" She laughed; her version of a joke, despite bouncing her eyebrows suggestively when she said it.

"Well, then maybe this time I can bathe you..." she tilted her head and smiled up to him, her hand reaching out to take his larger one. "I can take care of you now..." something she had never done before.

"I don't have my mommy's special medicine though." She pouted despite her lack of true understanding about what her mother did to her. An over attentive mother suffering from a wicked case of Munchauson's by proxy. Amma had never understood why she got so sick after she had gotten sick. Didn't put together that now that she had been with Deckard, she never got sick let alone bed-ridden for days-sick. None of this registered, but when she wasn't focused on hurting others, she looked to someone like Deckard and wanted to show affection. "But I can still take care of you."

[about2knowme]

Deckard laughed so hard at the suggestion, that after a few moments, he winced and sank back against the sofa. He shook his head. "No, just one shouldn't do much more than make you nice and happy, a little dreamy." He leaned closer to Amma and raised a matching eyebrow. "Although you've just given daddy the most wicked idea, and I just might have to take you up on it some day."

He sat and listened to the girl as she offered him help. She'd told Deckard everything about the time before they'd met, and while he had plenty of ideas as to what had been going on, he didn't share them with Amma. It didn't matter now that she was with him.

"I'd like that," he replied, quietly and very sincerely. "I'd like for you to take care of me, however you can. Now how about you help me to the bathroom, and you can get me cleaned up?"

[ammapreaker]

"I know you're nasty like that-" She snickered, but not shaming in her tone. Her body was his to play with after what all he provided for her. Of course, it was just a plus that she also happened to enjoy it all.

Amma was petite so the idea of getting him to the bathroom by slinging an arm over her shoulder wasn't entirely an option. However, she could at least prepare him. Sliding to her knees onto the floor, she went for his shoes. They were slick shoes that went with his suits, but this time they were quite a mess. Without hesitation she unlaced them and tugged each one off. Removing the socks, she looked up at him, giving him the view of her there between his knees where he liked her.

"You gotta walk, but I'll get the bath and stuff going." She stood slowly, hands on his knees to aid her rising. Offering both hands, she could attempt to help him to his feet at least. Despite her inability to really catch him if he fell, she still stayed within a foot of him as soon as he was up and moving.

"Just like...follow my ass-" she giggled as she tugged at the shorts that were already too short and showed the curve of her ass right under the hem. "Come on, daddy- don't be an old man!"

[about2knowme]

He chuckled, despite the slight stab of pain that went through his side at the movement. Deckard didn't recall being quite so perverted before Amma's arrival in his life, but maybe she'd just given him an excuse to go to the depths he hadn't even realized were there before.

For instance, when she knelt down to take of his shoes and socks, instead of being grateful to the girl for helping him, his mind immediately flashed to having her suck him off quickly before moving on to bathing.

Amma's hands gave him just enough leverage to get up without calling out in pain, and for that he was grateful. He let out another possibly unwise laugh as she teased him while leading him to the bathroom.

"I thought you like that I was an old man. A dirty old man, that is." It was only a dozen feet or so, but it took him a couple of minutes to make his way down the hall-- enough for Amma to get the water running in the obscenely large tub which luckily even featured a small built-in bench so that Deckard could sit without submerging his wound.

[ammapreaker]

"Yeah, but I didn't mean, like, literally." She rolled her eyes, referring to him being physically dirty now. Amma was young with budding hormones and the more sex she had, the more she craved. So to find Deckard in that night club, she had been looking for a man who could keep up where the boys kept failing. His age meant experience and ability, but their sexual chemistry quickly became far more valuable than much else.

He was slow moving, but once on his feet, she could see that he was actually in significant pain. Her brow furrowed, "Do you want another pill or something?" She would give him more than any recommended dose if it would just make him feel better. Her use of medication despite her common sense, was often skewed.

Once he reached the bathroom the water had filled up about half way to the top. Moving towards him, Amma's hands went for his belt like a magnet, undoing it with natural skill. She'd open his pants, pausing to slip her hand down along his cock over his boxers, "I'll make you much better, daddy-" she slid his pants down to allow him to step out of them. "Just sit in the tub and I'll take care of you," she reiterated as she tugged off his boxers, seeing his cock again, but this time not touching him. She would be any leverage he needed to get into the tub before reaching for the loofa and finding the body wash. She would stay away from the wound, but her hands found his back to begin with.

"I wanna do what you do one day."

[about2knowme]

Tilting his head downward, Deckard gave himself a sniff and frowned. "All right, fair enough," he replied, conceding the point to his young companion. He was indeed pretty rank, and although the two of them had made one another more than a little messy during sex, this was much different.

Deckard shook his head at the offer. "I'm all right for now. Besides, if I took too much, I might fall asleep and then you'd end up taking advantage of me." Which of course, sounded fun, really.

He stood still as Amma stripped him, and he gingerly climbed into the tub. Sitting down, he sighed in relief as warm water slid down his back. Deckard raised an eyebrow at Amma's next words.

"Do you know? Yeah, I suppose you've got the temperament for it. Not easy, though."

[ammapreaker]

"I'd totally use your cock as like my own sex toy and just ride you and get off." Which even if he wasn't unconscious, she'd do that without any hesitation. "I guess you being awake doesn't really make a difference though...but it'd only be fair if I let you do it to me." She smiled wickedly at the thought. Ideas to save for a rainy day.

"You could train me." She decided without much other discussion. He had confirmed that she had the right mindset, what else did she need? "Be my...master. I'll be your apprentice." Her eyebrows bounced at the multiple meanings that could have.

She began to wash him with the loofa, leaving over the edge of the large tub until she found it impractical and began to strip to her bra and panties. Not that she needed them on to climb in, but it would be more of a tease than anything else. Sliding up next to him, she brought the loofa to his chest and moved downward. "You've been doing this a long time, right?" Her petite hands took hold of his cock, gripping him tightly, but using the sponge to properly clean him beneath the water. "What's the worst like, injury or whatever that you've gotten?"

"And is it like being a spy where you get Bond Girls and stuff?" Inquiring more if his work had gotten him laid or not.

[about2knowme]

"Deal," he replied, the whole scenario sounding more than acceptable to him. He'd explored all manner of sex with Amma this far, why not try just about everything?

She continued on about the idea of picking up the trade, and although he'd silently dismissed the thought at first, the more she went on with so much sureness, the more it started to make sense. He chuckled as she turned it back into a double entendre. "That means you do what I tell you, even if it's very, very hard."

Deckard let out another long sigh as she washed the grime and sweat from him, the feeling of the day being wiped clean almost enough to make him oblivious to her undressing, but not entirely, especially when she took hold of his cock to clean it. Although, he did notice she was cleaning and not doing more. A good sign.

"Long enough," he replied. "Army at eighteen. Went on my own a few years after. And hurt? Breaks and cuts all over, but getting shot's the worse," Deckard notes, bringing one hand up to indicate a scar on his left shoulder.

He laughed at her question. "James Bond's a pussy compared to what real operatives do. And most of the folks I deal with are blokes, so not as much as you'd think. Although the job does let you run into a few very interesting and open-minded females," Deckard added, looking pointedly at Amma, leaving it there unless she truly wanted some stories.

[ammapreaker]

"I already do whatever you tell me." She smiled playfully as she toyed with his words, "Especially when it's really really hard..." she giggled before becoming more serious with her curiosity, "What sort of things would you want me to do? I'll do any of them." Despite rarely admitting that she would do any wrongful or heinous acts, around Deckard, she felt safe enough to be open without fear of penalty or judgment.

She continued to move the loofa over his skin, watching carefully to every move. She was still in her underwear, not caring that it began to get wet from the bath water, making it stick to her skin when she rose from it. She sat down on the back of her heels in front of him, the water coming to her shoulders when she reached down for his left food. She had no talent at massages, but she'd still use her small hands to rub the soles of his feet and press her thumb hard into the muscles in the circular motion.

Amma wanted the stories even if she shouldn't hear them. Her jealousy was still teenage and without abilities to manage so without hesitation she continued to ask, "Open-minded? Like how?"

[about2knowme]

He smiled when she bantered the conversation back at him, but soon enough, Amma's expression turned serious, and so he gave her serious consideration. Deckard's eyes met hers again, and he stared right down into the girl. He'd known Amma for some time by now, and the measure he'd taken of her hadn't changed. He'd sensed the darkness in her, had touched it often.

Yes. Yes, she had what it would take.

"We'll start with learning how to track a target: how to find them, how to stay on them. And then, how to figure out the best time and place to make your move." His mouth curled into a knowing, wicked smirk. "Learn how to be a good hunter first, then you can learn to be a killer."

Deckard was almost stunned by the other line of questioning the girl decided to follow. He paused a moment, knowing that it was the kind of situation he needed to tread carefully around, since he was in no shape to deal with one of Amma's tantrums.

"Open-minded enough to sleep with a very bad man like me, even if they hardly knew me at all." It was the truth, even if not all the details.

[ammapreaker]

Amma nodded, agreeing that it was a good place to start. He knew his trade and profession well, that much was obvious to her. More importantly, she respected him and would follow his guidance without fail. If she had ever needed a teacher, he would be ideal.

Amma didn't necessarily like the image that answer brought to her mind. She hated sharing him. Even when she wanted to and it has become fun to play with a third in the bedroom, she hated the idea of another woman having what she had and him liking her more. "Do you still think about them?" She eyed him from where she held his foot, rubbing it a bit harder now.

She kept her hands focused on his foot as her eyes went and looked him over. "None of them were girls like me." She knew this to be a fact and maybe she was just saying it out loud for herself. Her hands moved to go for his other foot, eyeing him cautiously.

"Should I get the alcohol, daddy?" She abruptly asked. "My mother used to rub it all over my body when I was sick." Of course he wasn't sick and the injuries didn't need the alcohol, but it was what she knew.

[about2knowme]

He watched the swinging of the girl's thoughts and feelings, knowing they were going back and forth between ideas, even if her face was much more neutral than most girls Amma's age. Deckard knew her well enough to read past that mask. If a head shrinker could keep himself from pissing her off and getting himself murdered, he'd have a field day with a teenager who was pleased at the prospect of being trained as an assassin while still resenting the idea her boyfriend had other lovers before her.

Deckard decided to deal with that latter issue and defuse it before it was him who had to deal with her temper. He just wasn't physically up to it, even though there had been plenty of times when angry sex had been more than fun.

"No and no, to answer both questions," he told Amma. "I'm a one woman man right now, except when I get special permission, and believe me, that's more than plenty."

He frowned at her suggestion. Deckard had never heard of such a thing, but then from what he'd gleaned about Amma's home life, there had been nothing normal about it.

"No, sweetheart. Just keep doing what you're doing right now. And really the only thing I want rubbed on my body to make me feel better is your body."

[ammapreaker]

He always knew the right answers to make Amma smile. Deckard's skill at understanding her thoughts and feelings continued to surprise Amma. Maybe she was just waiting for him to drop the ball like everyone else always had. To crack when it got too frustrating. But he didn't. He knew what to say and how to say it to instead make her smile

She was perfectly content being his one woman and when they did play with others, he was so well behaved that she was able to handle watching him fuck others. "And I'm a one man kind of girl. Do you think I'll always have to be your daughter?" Obviously she menat their front, but it had been something to cross her mind before.

"You wanna rub my body on yours?" she looked up at him, slowly releasing her foot and rising to her feet to move towards him. She could sit on his lap, clothes sticking to her body. Leaning in, she brought her mouth to the side of his neck that wasn't sore and aching. Her mouth connected with the skin that she'd just previously cleaned. Amma pressed her body against him as she began to kiss from his shoulder to the curve of his neck. Slowly, she began to suck on the skin, biting it as if to leave a mark, but not staying in one spot long enough for it to bruise. It was something she'd seen other kids do and in movies, but never an act she'd done to another person.

Her hand went for his, bringing it between her thighs to urge him to touch her as well.

[about2knowme]

There was a bit of self-preservation involved in his handling of the girl, of course, but that wasn't the bulk of it. Deckard liked Amma. She was probably the only person on the planet other than his brother that he gave two shits about, and he wasn't going to let this perfect little ball of crazy and sexy get away or, perhaps, slip a knife between his ribs in a fit of pique.

At her question, Deckard shook his head. "Won't have to be forever if you don't want to. Eventually, you'll be my hot, still too young for me but probably not illegal girlfriend." He smirked. "I might miss you calling me 'Daddy', though, just so's you know."

When she moved onto his lap and he saw her gravitate towards his suggestion, he smiled. He might need rest and recuperation, but he'd be damned if a good fucking wouldn't go a long way to making him feel better, too. As offered, he began to rub Amma's mound through her sodden shorts, then looked up. "You especially fond of these clothes, darling?"

[ammapreaker]

That description made Amma smile, one that was wide and displayed her white teeth. "I'll never stop calling you daddy." She purred in response, twisting a little as she knelt in front of him. "I know you like it 'cause its sexy too. Like I've seen it in pornos- women call guys that all the time. Even when they're not their real daddies." And screw her real father; he was a pussy.

"But then we can be like, seen in public and go places." Not that they hid all the time, but they played things low key for obvious safety reasons.

Knowing full well that he could afford to replace said clothes, she shook her head, a look of calming from his touch appearing on her face. "Nope. I'm more fond of you touching my pussy, daddy. You wanna kiss it?"

[about2knowme]

Deckard's smile matched hers-- wide and genuine, and the kind of demonstration that he figured very few people ever got to see either of them actually make. "I'd be so happy to be your Daddy as long as you want me to be, then. Because it is so fucking sexy when you call me that." He nodded at the rest of the idea, as well. "That's right. And you can spend lots and lots of our money on nice things to wear out."

On that very subject,Amma relieved him of any worries about the sodden things she was currently wearing. "Yes, sweetheart. Kiss it. Touch it. Finger it. Fill it with my cock. Sound like a plan?" Deckard asked as he proceeded to shred anything she was left wearing into dripping rags which he tossed at the bathroom wastebasket.

[ammapreaker]

Deckard is saying all the right things to her to have Amma sold and on board to do as he wishes. She loved when he called her sexy like she was an adult or remotely his equal.

She laughed since wet didn't mean they were now trash, but didn't say anything. She was about to let him do whatever he wanted so long as it made him feel better. Standing in front of him completely wet and naked had her smiling to him. One of her slender hands went down to begin touching herself as she watched him, looking him over like he was some prey to be had.

"Stay still, daddy." She smiled, knowing he had some leeway to lean back and stay in the tub. There was space behind him on the tile for her step up and carefully kneel, avoiding his bad shoulder and bring her pussy to the forefront of his face. He'd need to turn a bit to face her, but she'd do what she could to get good and close to nearly be sitting on his mouth. "Give it a lick, daddy."

[about2knowme]

His little girl really was a marvel. Needy and naive on one hand, feral and possessive on the other. And always, always a smouldering ember of sexual heat just waiting to be fanned into a flame. Deckard counted himself a very lucky man indeed to have Amma.

And he was about to have her some more. He leaned back while he watched the now naked teenager clamber into position until she could leave her pussy hovering just above his mouth.

"I believe I will," Deckard drawled, then tilted his head to bring his tongue into contact with her slit. He lapped at her tiny sex with the flat of his tongue, warming her up after all the cooling water.

[ammapreaker]

Amma was lucky to have found Deckard despite not always knowing it. She didn't see any of the things he did behind the scenes to keep them safe and secure. She also had purposefully forgotten her life back home in Missouri; one she would have escaped under much less posh means had it come down to it. With Deckard, she had found her match and more love than she certainly had ever looked for or sought out.

Amma smiled as he dove right on into eating her out. Her hands went to his sleek shaven head, allowing her better ability to pretty herself against him as she felt that tongue start to hit the right spots.

"Mmmm- daddy-" she purred, a thin and slender leg bending and curling around his neck to keep her steady. Her hips would move with his mouth, soon to grind against his tongue if he didn't take the lead away from her.

[about2knowme]

The older man chuckled as he felt Amma's small, surprisingly strong hands clutch at his head while he dove into her tender pussy. For the moment, he didn't restrict her movements, instead enjoying the way she rolled her hips, trying to grind her little cunt against his mouth. All the easier to run his tongue over her close folds and to push it up into her entrance.

He gave a muffled groan of pleasure as he ate the girl out, an act he thoroughly enjoyed ever time he did it. One of Deckard's hands moved up onto Amma's small, tight ass cheeks to make sure she had enough support in case his efforts made it hard for her to stay balanced. The other snaked under until he could slip a finger into her tight entrance.