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"You kids stay out of trouble, ya hear?" Ted calls out to Keeley and Higgins. Their answers are hardly more than vague sounds rather than words, Higgins mesmerized by Ted's vinyl collection while Keeley is already dozing on the sofa.
A low, amused laugh from behind him has him spinning on his heel to meet its source.
Rebecca is a vision in pink. Every time he looks at her, he can't quite catch his breath. It's almost medically concerning at this point. But this time is the worst so far because the sunlight streaming in through the window at her back is turning her blouse so transluscent he can make out the curve of her waist.
Ted loosens the knot of his tie which suddenly feels very tight against his throat.
In two graceful strides of her long legs she’s before him, her bare feet all but silent on the linoleum.
"They're lost in the sauce," he says quietly.
"So what does that make you?" Rebecca asks with a feline arch of her brow, her manicured nail tracing the Rorschach barbecue sauce stain over his heart.
"Messy," he breathes.
Rebecca hums. "And here I was under the impression that you were the barbecue expert."
"Nah, this is part of the experience. You cheated."
"Using a fork and knife doesn't make me a cheater, it makes me…civilized."
"Uh-huh."
"What?" she challenges.
Ted shrugs. "Bein' civilized hardly seems to matter to you much when you get those paws on a biscuit, is all."
"Oh, fuck off," she laughs, loud and sharp. She claps her hand over her mouth.
"What was that?" Higgins asks from the other room.
"Nothing, Leslie." She grimaces, her nose scrunching up in that adorable way.
"C'mon. Can't dilly-dally if you wanna change before Henry's match."
Rebecca narrows her eyes at him.
"You said we have an hour."
Ted takes the handle of her suitcase and gestures towards the stairs.
"After you."
He watches the slow drag of Rebecca's tongue across her teeth as she sizes him up. When she finally passes him, barely brushing his shoulder, he catches the citrus zing of her summery perfume beneath a thick layer of smoke and the combination of the two makes his mind go hazy.
Ted nobly attempts to keep his eyes on the carpet instead of her swaying hips as she ascends the stairs, but—
"Shoot."
He trips on the second step from the landing. The weight of Rebecca's suitcase nearly sends him tumbling down the steps, but she heroically closes a hand around his forearm, steadying him.
"Thanks, Boss," he exhales.
Rebecca doesn't let go. Her grip tightens, her pink nails biting into his skin, and then he feels it, a nearly imperceptible twitch of her wrist that tells him she's done with waiting.
Soft music floats up from the living room as if on cue. 'Knights in White Satin' by the Moody Blues. It's almost too pointed to be a coincidence but he knows that it is.
Ted slowly slides her suitcase onto the landing so he doesn't ruin the moment by crushing her toes.
When he looks up at her he finds the clarity he's been seeking for two years in her green eyes.
Rebecca is his center, the force that will always pull him back in no matter how far away he drifts.
And pull him she does. Quite literally. Dragging him up to her lips by his tie. She slides her tongue across the seam of his lips, and it's nothing to let her in. Into his mouth, yes, and his pants if he's lucky.
He'd gotten lucky two years ago, but he stopped before he could go the way of Jude and let her into his heart, too. Convinced himself that her refusal to talk about it meant she regretted it. Yes, she regretted it, which was why she asked him to stay for the club, not for her, and why she came to say goodbye but didn't drag him off the plane and make him stay.
But she doesn't kiss him like she ever regretted a thing. She kisses him like she's been waiting for two long years to do it again.
If he could speak, he would tell her how sorry he was. If he could speak, he would tell her…
The song's chorus swells beneath them.
Ted whimpers into her mouth, a wounded sound pulled from the pit of his chest, desperate and pleading.
"Shhh. I know."
Ted crooks his arm around her waist and cups her jaw, the gold snake scales hanging from her ear aptly slithering over his knuckles as his fingers twist into her hair and his lips find her pulse. The hinge of her jaw tightens around whatever sound is threatening to come out. She squeezes his ass and smashes their bodies together, the last bit of distance between them collapsing.
He backs her up to the wall, his cock hardening against her thigh. Ted rucks up her pink skirt and roughly hooks her leg around his hip. His hand ascends her thigh, chasing the warmth radiating from her center.
But where he expects his fingers to meet fabric, he finds nothing but hair. Drenched hair.
Ted's jaw goes slack, his brain short-circuiting.
"Rebecca—"
She cuts him off by putting her finger to his lips, looking far, far too pleased with herself.
The idea that she had been walking around Kansas City without any goddamn panties on makes him feel like he swallowed crazy pills. Ted sucks that wicked finger of hers into his mouth because otherwise he might start howling.
Message received, he tells her with a flick of his tongue. Rebecca has waited two years for this and he's not going to make her wait a second longer.
This is reckless says a pesky voice in his hindbrain. If Keeley or Higgins came this way, they wouldn't have a hope at hiding. But even though he can literally see his bedroom door from here, it feels like it's hundreds of miles away.
So Ted slowly drags his middle finger up Rebecca's slit right there on the landing. A shiver rolls down her body, her lashes fluttering, and he watches her skin turn a gorgeous shade of pink that matches her outfit perfectly.
Rebecca's patience unravels completely. She arranges the hand he's got shoved between her legs, and hoo, baby, he loves her taking charge. Ted teases her entrance, and what she wants is made pretty dang clear by the way she huffs, so he gives it to her happily. They both gasp at the sensation of her pussy swallowing his finger, and Ted knows implicity that Rebecca needs to cum like, yesterday. She flattens her own hand along the back of his and grinds her clit against the heel of his palm.
All he can do is massage her g-spot while she fucks herself on his hand. Higgins says something, but Rebecca is too far gone to stop when the music does. If the wet squelch of his finger moving inside her is as loud as it suddenly seems, they're gonna be in big trouble. His groin tightens. Rebecca sinks her teeth into his shoulder and comes hard.
Fortunately, Chet Baker's trumpet fills the quiet, so the unstifled moan that escapes her when he pins her in place and keeps fucking her until she's so overstimulated she has to knock his hand away is only heard by him.
Ted gives her bare ass a pat in place of the verbal encouragement he would've preferred, earning him an eye roll. He gives her a sloppy kiss and takes advantage of her near-boneless state to toss her over his shoulder and carry her up the second flight of stairs with ease.
Rebecca yelps, but it's a choked, muted sound he can't imagine carries far. She flails a bit, her feet kicking and her hands drumming on his ass cheeks. The scent of her arousal so close to his nose nearly bowls him over, but he manages to kick his bedroom door shut with his heel and in four strides he reaches his unmade bed where he flops Rebecca onto her back.
"I sure did miss you," Ted sighs.
"I know you did," she says, "Now take off that ridiculous shirt."
"Yes, ma'am."
As much as he wants to see her naked, Ted can hardly peel his lips away long enough to get her pink blouse off, so he doesn't even bother with her skirt. Ted's unsure how Rebecca managed to get everything off of him except his tie which she's tugging on as he crawls over top of her on all fours. Every time his lips linger anywhere too long, she impatiently snaps the fabric.
Rebecca closes around him like a trap and muscles him onto his back, straddling his hips, the pink skirt rucked up her thighs. His cock leaks pitifully as she hooks her finger around the loosened tie knot, holding it tight as she kisses him so he has no hope of escape, not that he'd dream of trying.
"I'm not sure I'm worth the two years I made you wait."
"Ted." She cradles his face in her hands. "You are worth all 46 years I had to wait to meet you in the first place, let alone the last two."
Ted feels the weight of that statement. "Okay," is all he can say.
"But I think we can both agree we're a bit too old to wait any longer, hm?"
"Yeah, I think we can."
Rebecca unknots the tie. She coils one end around his right hand and the other around her left then laces her fingers through his, binding them together. A literal representation of their bond, though this tie could weather and fray and snap in a way theirs never could.
"Good. Because you are never, ever leaving me again. Understand?"
"Wouldn't dream of it."
"I'm serious. If you die before me, I'll kill you."
Ted's smile gets so wide it makes his cheeks ache.
"We can negotiate the finer points later."
"Fine. I'm going to fuck you now."
"Please do."
Rebecca pushes his chest down, pinning their bound hands to the mattress above his ear.
Ted holds the base of his cock as she sinks onto him. The second his head slips into her warm, wet cunt, his vision whites out. Her hand clamps down over his mouth to muffle whatever sounds he's making as she stretches and tightens around him.
When his vision returns, he's nearly knocked out again by the sight of her breasts as she bounces on his cock until she can’t. She folds over him, panting hard, and Ted pulls her nipple into his mouth and snaps his hips up so she doesn't have a chance to catch her breath.
"Oh, fuck," she groans loudly.
"Shhhh," Ted reminds her, grinning boyishly.
"Do it again," she demands.
"You need to be quiet. You don't wanna scar Higgins for life."
"Okay, okay," she concedes desperately, but when he fucks into her again, she's hardly any quieter. "Don't," she warns and he clicks his mouth shut and grins.
He whines pathetically when she lifts herself off him and his bereft cock flops sadly against his belly. Rebecca breathily instructs him to re-arrange the pillows on the bed and it's not until she's on her elbows and knees in front of him that his sex-drunk brain finally gets with the program.
"Fuck me."
"Shush," she snaps, tugging urgently on the tie still connecting their hands.
Only he can't shush. He's fucking her into the mattress and her face is smashed into a pillow but her muffled whimpers make him feel just as wild as her loudest cries. There's nothing he can do about his high-pitched whining or the nonsense words freefalling off his tongue.
"Fuck, Ted, shut up," Rebecca chides with a smirk.
"Can't," he grits out. The sound of his thighs clapping against her ass cheeks is dangerously loud. "You…feel so, so good. So tight and—"
Ted lifts her hips up, changing the angle in some way that makes Rebecca groan, "Fuck, fuck, fuck," into the pillow.
"Cum with me, Rebecca, please."
"Tie. Put it in your mouth."
He unravels the tie and bites down on it hard. Satisfied, Rebecca pushes her free hand between her legs. The effect is immediate. Her walls ripple, gripping him so tight he gnashes his teeth. Ted braces himself on her hips and pounds into her hard.
It's been so damn long, he's got seconds, not minutes. Rebecca mewls into the pillow, her back bowing into a beautiful arch and her feet lifting off the bed, her toes curling in. When he pumps his cum deep inside her, the tie gag is barely enough to contain his sob.
Ted collapses onto her back, sweating and dizzy. He spits the gag out of his mouth so he can rain his praise and his thanks and his love on every inch of her skin.
She whines when he rolls out of the bed, but he returns in short order with a warm cloth to clean the mess between each of their legs in turn.
"We gotta get ready, sweetheart," he reminds her guiltily. She looks completely and utterly spent, the hours of travel and the time change and their heavy lunch and getting thoroughly fucked all finally taking their toll.
"You're evil," she murmurs, "Five minutes."
Ted kisses the crease of her waist and the apex of her hip.
"Okay. Five minutes."
"Ted?"
"Yeah?"
"My suitcase is still on the landing."
"I got it."
Ted slides back into his navy boxer briefs. He quietly moves to the door and cracks it open, listening hard. Higgins is clearly still enjoying Ted's selection of jazz records.
He steps out but when he turns, he locks eyes with Keeley, frozen beside Rebecca's suitcase on the landing.
There's bags under her eyes and one side of her head is sleep rumpled. Maybe there's a chance he can convince her this is all a dream.
"You're in your pants," Keeley comments, eyes narrowing.
"No, this is underwear."
Shoot. He's in his dang underwear. Ted's hands fly to his crotch.
"What's under where?" Rebecca's dreamy voice floats from his bedroom.
"Shoot," Ted mutters.
Shock slashes Keeley's mouth wide when Rebecca steps out of Ted's bedroom making his bedsheet look like a designer gown, though her wrecked hair and makeup are hardly red carpet ready.
"Keeley!" Rebecca startles.
"Rebecca!" Keeley gasps.
"Ted!" Ted adds.
Keeley and Rebecca both give him a look so withering he suddenly wants to be anywhere but here.
"Right, yup, I was just…Just need to, uh, go ahead and…" He shuffles down the stairs, skirting around Keeley in the narrow space to get Rebecca's suitcase which he lifts high to use as a shield for his almost nakedness.
"Can we maybe talk about this…later?" Rebecca asks as Ted squeezes past her into the bedroom.
He hears Keeley grumbling something about the fact that Rebecca had sex right above her head and didn't even bother to invite her to listen through the door.
Rebecca steps in after him, closing the door behind her. She leans against it and sighs.
"You o—"
Rebecca puts a finger to her lips and shakes her head.
Ted mouths, she's listening through the door, isn't she?
Rebecca's eyes flutter shut and she nods, a perfect smile dancing on her lips.
Rebecca ends up on the other side of Higgins in the bleachers, but when he gets up to take a call from Julie, Ted slides in to fill the space he left.
She grins at him from beneath the bill of the baby blue trucker hat—some W.F.C. Richmond merch she's 'testing,' apparently—which threw him for quite the loop when he first saw it, but it suits her. Suits her as much as her silky tank top and purple pants, different to anything he's ever seen her wear while still undeniably her.
Beneath the Kansan sun, she's the most beautiful thing he's ever seen, skin golden and the lines on her face furrowed from smiling. At one point she leaps from her seat and he's so distracted by her ass he doesn't realize she (and everyone else) is cheering because Henry has broken away with the ball. Fortunately Rebecca hauls him up by the arm, pointing excitedly at the path he's blazing down the pitch.
When Henry scores, they hug each other, bouncing on their toes and squealing in excitement. He feels Higgins clap his back and his mom pat his shoulder from somewhere behind him, but his arms aren't keen to leave Rebecca.
Once they settle back into their seats, Ted lassos his pinky around hers.
He doubts anyone notices, but he doesn't really care if they do.