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She hates how much of Hal Jordan she's allowed to burrow under her skin- he settles there like a permanent itch, unable to soothe even if she were to rub herself raw. He's a belligerent hothead and everything Kerry had wanted to leave behind in Gotham when she'd moved to Rushville, the tiniest town she could find when she'd been making her escape plan.
Throwing back the shot of bourbon she'd ordered, she throws a few crumpled bills down on the bar next to her empty glass and heads for the door. She knew better than to drink and drive, so she'd walked to the bar from the station and she heads up the street, hands shoved in the pockets of her jacket and shoulders braced against the breeze blowing the hair she'd let loose from her ponytail.
The night is cool, and Kerry is shivering by the time the station comes into view, not even the alcohol in her belly enough to warm her.
"Walking all alone, Sheriff?"
Kerry stiffens at the unwelcome voice, keeping her gaze in front of her even as she feels Hal's presence settle into step beside her. Warmth radiates from him, and she briefly wonders if it's because of the ring or he was just naturally hot-blooded. She hates the traitorous part of her that wants to find out.
"C'mon, don't leave me hangin' here," Hal continues, and Kerry tips her head to glare at him, hands still shoved deep into her pockets curling into fists.
"I can walk from the bar to the station alone in my own town, Hal. I don't need a chaperone," she snaps, and he holds his hands up in mock surrender, but the corner of his mouth tugs up, fighting a grin. He keeps walking beside her as the station comes into full view, Kerry withdrawing a hand to fit the key into the lock on the front door, pushing inside. Hal follows her into the darkness of the main lobby. "You looking to spend a night in a cell?"
"Nah," Hal shrugs, re-locking the door behind him and following her deeper into the station. Kerry doesn't flick on any lights, knowing the station's layout by heart, but behind her there's a soft emerald glow as Hal uses his ring to light himself a path. Her office is unlocked, but she leaves her fingers curled around the doorknob, not turning it as Hal comes to a stop behind her. She can feel the heat of his breath against the back of her neck, his body a warm wall just out of reach of hers. "Darlin'-"
"Do you ever shut the fuck up?" Kerry interrupts, whirling to face him, and her eyes lift to his. There's a brief, charged pause as they study each other before she's fisting a hand in his stupid tan jacket and tugging him close. His mouth lowers to hers, her body is pressed between his and the door to her office, and Kerry furiously hauls him closer as Hal worked to lick the taste of bourbon out of her mouth.
Kerry shoves Hal's jacket to the floor, then works on the buttons of his shirt, continuing to kiss him until the shirt has joined his jacket on the floor and all that's left between her hands and the heat of his chest is a thin undershirt. Hal breaks the kiss, pulling away just far enough so he can tug the shirt up and off, and then Kerry's hands are all over him, his skin blisteringly hot beneath her fingertips.
It's Hal that turns the doorknob to her office and crowds her inside; he kicks the door shut then gets her up onto the table in the corner so he can start tugging her clothing off. He's still in his jeans and boots when he kneels between her thighs and gets his mouth on her, hands keeping her legs spread as she leans back on her elbows, chest heaving for breath as his tongue slips and slides through her soaked center. Rough, calloused thumbs rub circles into the spot where her hip and thighs met, and Kerry shakes at the tender touch.
Billy never touched her like this anymore.
It's the only thought she allows of her husband before Hal's lips are sealing around her clit and sucking hard, stars forming behind her eyelids as pleasure overwhelms her. Hal grips her hips, keeping her in place, and laps at her through the comedown until she's stopped quivering. Hal kisses up the length of her body, finding her mouth again, and Kerry moans at the taste of herself on his tongue.
Her fingers find the closure of his jeans, pleasure welling low in her belly as she palmed the tent in them before she gets through his button and zipper and shoves at them until he gets both them and his boxers down around his ankles.
"Get in the chair," she pants, pushing at him until he pulls away, then falls into the chair in the corner. His thighs spread wide, hard cock curving up against his bare belly, precum glistening against the line of dark hair on his lower navel. Kerry straddles his thighs, gripping his shoulder in one hand and using the other to guide the head of his dick until it's pressing against her entrance.
Kerry sinks down, eyes narrowing in pleasure as she works her hips until Hal's fully inside her. Her clit throbs at the fullness, and her nails dig into the meat of his shoulders as she starts a rhythm, her breath leaving her in pants as Hal groans beneath her. The cool bite of his ring where it pressed into the skin of her hips makes her shiver in pleasure, and Kerry laces her fingers into the hair at the base of Hal's neck, tugging his mouth up to hers to kiss messily.
She's shockingly close in no time, and a few strategic swipes of Hal's thumb over her clit pushes her over the edge, and the pulses of her cunt are enough to set off Hal's orgasm, the warm spill of him inside her a reminder that she hadn't even thought to tell him to put on a condom. Kerry can't bring herself to regret it, though- not when she's still buzzing in the afterglow, skin growing tacky with sweat as Hal drops lazy kisses to the skin above her breasts, breath hot and damp as he caught his breath.
"Kerry," he starts, but she shushes him, fingers covering his mouth.
"Stop talking. You'll ruin it," she tells him, her chin against the top of his head, and Hal huffs out a breath, the sound amused. "Just…be quiet, Hal."
For once, the Green Lantern listens.