Hurt/Comfort [for ammapreaker]
Oct. 12th, 2016 10:02 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
about2knowmeWell, 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.
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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Date: 2016-10-20 08:24 pm (UTC)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."
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Date: 2016-10-24 02:40 am (UTC)"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.
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Date: 2016-10-25 01:30 pm (UTC)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.
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Date: 2016-10-26 03:00 am (UTC)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?"
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Date: 2016-10-26 10:15 pm (UTC)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.
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Date: 2016-11-02 06:52 pm (UTC)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.
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Date: 2016-11-03 06:25 pm (UTC)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."
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Date: 2016-11-14 02:36 am (UTC)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.
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Date: 2016-11-15 09:56 pm (UTC)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?"
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Date: 2016-12-08 01:29 am (UTC)"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?"
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Date: 2016-12-09 07:58 pm (UTC)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.
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Date: 2016-12-21 08:34 pm (UTC)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."
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Date: 2016-12-21 11:55 pm (UTC)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.
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Date: 2016-12-26 05:05 am (UTC)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.
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Date: 2016-12-29 06:00 pm (UTC)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.