It's actually named after the creators, Stan and Jan Berens-- Does this fuckin' matter? No, sir. .....It's Berenstein. I don't mean to correct you, sir, but it-- Shut up.
Synopsis: Adrian Chase had a crush on her. Everyone knew it, even her. That is why she decided to stay with him when there was a gas leak in her apartment that forced her to evacuate. Her goal was to get him to confess to her by the end of her stay, but what she didn't expect was to be thrown in the middle of his insane family dynamic.
Chapter 6:
Word Count: 3,918
Chapter warnings: mentions of masterbaition, sexual tension.
AFTER THE ~@~ IS SMUT!!
Smut warnings: Dry-humping, p in v, praise (im bad at tagging this)
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The mission didn’t necessarily go as planned. Chris was too busy making inappropriate insinuations to her and Adrian that he didn’t notice the ambush. In the end, they were able to take out all of the butterflies, but she suffered a large cut. One that started in between her shoulder blades and ended half way down her back. It wasn’t too deep, thankfully, but it did cut through the band of her bra. Which sucked for her, as it was a pretty decent bra.
In the van, she couldn’t lean back on the seat without it irritating the cut. John noticed how uncomfortable she was sitting up weirdly. “When we get back to base, I’ll patch you up first.”
She nodded in agreement, but Adrian didn’t. “Just drop us off at the motel. I can patch her up.”
John rolled his eyes at Adrian. “You’re not the medic of the team.”
“I think you just want to see her topless.” Adrian fought him.
“Jesus Christ.” John cussed to himself, getting whiplash from the accusation. “I think you’re the one that wants to see her topless.”
“Even if I did, it's not like I haven’t already.” Adrian tried to justify himself. “Plus, I have always patched her up. Long before we joined any of you.”
John went to say something else, but she cut him off. “Can we please stop talking about me being topless.” The two men shut up as she continued. “Just drop us off at the motel, I don’t want to deal with getting an uber.”
The rest of the ride went as smoothly as it could’ve gone for the 11th Street Kids. Once the two of them got back to the hotel room, she began to take her armor off, struggling slightly from the inconvenience of the cut.
“Let me help.” Adrian was quick to put his hands on her, helping her unbuckle straps and pull off parts. Eventually she was left with the shirt all of the armor laid overtop. With her back to him, she attempted to take it off. She could only get the shirt to her waist before she groaned in pain. Adrian placed his hands on her bare waist. “I got it.”
Instead of grabbing the fabric, like a normal person, he just moved his hands up her body, allowing the fabric to bunch up. As her bra had nothing to hold it to her body, it followed along with the shirt, leaving her chest completely bare.
Once she was free from the bloodied, torn shirt, she covered her boobs with her hands. Walking over to the bed she laid down on her stomach. Feet dangling off the edge, she pulled her hands out from under her. In this case, she was thankful it was Adrian patching her up, as she wouldn’t have felt comfortable being this naked in front of John, or anyone else for that matter. But she dreaded the pain that was about to ensue.
When Adrian was done removing his own armor, he grabbed the med kit she always kept in her bag, walking back over to her. He began to climb on top of her. Placing his knees on either side of her butt, he sat on her thighs. Rummaging through her medical pack, he looked for all the things he needed.
After he laid everything out on the bed, she turned her face as far as it could go to look at him. “Please be gentle.” Her brows were pressed together as her bottom lip was pouted out.
He had never gotten up on his knees quicker, so she couldn’t feel his cock harden against her ass. “Uh… yeah… I will be.” He choked out, eyes focused on her pleading expression.
Using the alcohol wipes, he cleaned the wound of the dried blood. She groaned in pain into the mattress as she arched her back away from the wipes. Adrian placed his free hand on her shoulder, pushing her into the mattress. “Stop moving.” He told her.
“It burns.” She whined.
He stopped all movement, having to collect himself before he could continue. Once all of the blood was cleaned off, he ran his hand alongside the cut. “It’s not that deep.” She sighed in relief, knowing she wouldn’t need stitches. “But I should put some butterfly strips on it, just to make sure it doesn't tear anymore.”
She nodded in agreement, just happy that he wouldn’t be threading a needle in her skin. He listened to her pleas, being as gentle as he could. It was to the point where it tickled, causing her to try and scurry from his touch. The second he finished, he got off of her, running to the bathroom before she could see the tent in his pants.
“I call dibs on the shower.” He shouted from the other side of the door.
She chuckled at him and his antics as she heard the water turn on. Walking closer to the door, she continued to say “I was thinking we could order some takeout?”
“That works.” He quickly responded, trying to get her away from the door so he could get some sweet relief in peace.
“What are you thinking?” She scrolled on her phone, looking for places nearby that would deliver. “Chinese, Pizza, Italian?”
“Any works for me.” He quickly responded.
“Well I can’t decide.” She huffed. “That’s why I’m asking you.”
“All of them.” He blurted out.
“All of them?” She repeated.
“Yes.” He said. “Something from all of them.”
“What do you want from them?” She asked.
“Surprise me.” He said with finality.
“Alright.” She responded, walking away from the door.
He waited to hear the TV turn on before he began to take care of himself. By the time that she had finished her own shower, all of the food she had ordered, arrived. Adrian had unpacked it all, laying the disposable containers on the bed. He sat criss crossed on the bed, waiting for her to join.
She sat across from him, mimicking his position. The food was between them: Eggrolls from a chinese restaurant only a few buildings down; Pizza from the local Domino’s; And tiramisu from OliveGarden. Even though his choice came from sexual frustration, he was proud of himself for thinking of something like this.
“Thank you for patching me up.” She said, taking a bite of the pizza.
“Of course.” He responded like it was nothing. “I couldn’t have Economos’ hands all over you.”
“Oh so it’s okay when you do it,” She teased. “But not him?”
“Duh.” He responded, biting into the Tiramisu first. “You’re my sidekick, not his.” She could only roll her eyes at him. “Is it feeling better?”
She nodded. “The shower helped relax my muscles. Nothing will ever be as bad as the time that I got shot in the ass.”
He laughed at the memory, mouth still full of food. “You couldn’t sit properly for a whole week.”
“It was miserable.” She remembered.
“Couldn’t have been as miserable as the aftermath of the first mission we went on.” He recalled another memory. “You were vomiting into the toilet all night.”
“Don’t remind me!” She covered her face, “That was so embarrassing.”
“It was not!” He retorted.
“I remember how you told me all of the other, more gory, things you had experienced. Which caused me to just throw up more.” It was funny how much it used to bother her, but she quickly got over it.
“That was a great night.” He reminisced.
“It wasn't!” She hit his knee.
“It was!” He quickly responded, getting completely lost in the memory. “When I saw your pouty face glaring at me for telling you that you sounded like a dying animal for dry heaving so much, that was the moment I knew I-”
He was quick to cut himself off, realizing what he was about to say. Even though she had been so attentive to everything he has ever done or said, waiting for him to say the words she so desperately wanted to hear, she didn’t catch on this time. It was because she wasn’t trying to get a confession out of him at that moment, so she was genuinely confused about what he was about to say.
“Knew what?” She asked, finishing off the eggroll.
He was quiet, staring at her, trying to think of what to say. He recovered, sitting up straight. “Knew that you would be the perfect sidekick for me.”
“Adrian.” She softly called out, realizing he was lying.
“What?” He asked defensively. “You have been the best sidekick ever.”
“You are the worst liar in the world.” She finally told him.
“No I am not!” He responded, defensively.
“You so are.” Her tone was soft. “Remember what I said last night. You can always tell me the truth. Unlike the others, unlike your family, I will never judge you for anything you do, say, or feel.”
“I love you.” He blurted out, his tone was flat, not exaggerating a single thing, being his true self. “I fell in love with you the moment I saw you kick that man, three times the size of you, in the balls. I remember the way your dress glimmered in the dim light of the alleyway and your shocked expression when I blew his brains out. I only realized it the night after our first mission."
She wanted to jump across the bed, and kiss him deeply, like she'd been waiting to do for months. But as the food would get all over the bed, she refrained. “The night we got that free ice cream after we killed that guy who tried to rob the 7/11, you took me to the top of the bridge that connects Evergreen and the neighboring town. You shoved my face into my ice cream cone and laughed hysterically as I tried to get it all off before it could stick to my face too much. That was when I realized you liked me, and I knew I liked you too.”
“You’ve known?” He asked, and she nodded. “Why didn’t you say anything?”
“I wanted you to be the one to say it first.” She chuckled. “And I enjoyed watching you stumble over yourself when I pushed the limits of ‘friendship’.”
“You pervert!” He jokingly jabbed.
“Nothing more perverted than lying to your mother about dating your sidekick.” She shot back at him.
“I didn’t!” He lied yet again, thinking she would believe him.
“Oh my god! You so did!” She laughed at his absurdity. “And then you tried telling me that you had another girlfriend that ‘just so happened’ to have the same name as me. AND broke up with your fake girlfriend, just to convince me to sleep in the same bed as you.”
“I couldn’t have been lying to my mother about us dating because I liked you, and you liked me, so we honestly were basically dating at that point.” He ignored her comments about the fake girlfriend.
They both went silent for a moment, but it was quickly broken with both of them laughing until their lungs had nothing left in them. “Oh fuck.” Adrian gasped out, still trying to catch his breath. “You really didn’t believe a single lie huh?”
“Not one.” She couldn’t wipe the smile off her face.
“So…” Adrian trailed off, trying to seem chill. “Does this mean, we’re like, dating now?”
“I thought you said we’ve basically been dating for the past few months now.” She teased him before finally saying, “I would like that. A lot. As long as you-”
“Yes-” He responded quickly, without even needing to think about it.
They both stared at one another silently. Staring at the face they had memorized long ago, but now, that face had a different meaning behind it. Not just partner in crime, not crush, not co-worker. Now it was, lover.
Adrian began to lean forward on the bed, not being able to stand being so far. To his dismay, she put her hand out, stopping him. “The food. I already paid for this room. I do not have the money to replace this comforter.”
He was quick to get off the bed, collecting the food and placing it on the dresser. She too got up, helping to speed up the process. The second she placed the tiramisu down, he practically pounced on her, connecting their lips.
They both moaned into the kiss, feeling the tension that had been building up for the past eight months finally released. Adrian held her with one arm around her lower back and the other was on the back of her head, not allowing her to get away from him. She too held him close, arms around his neck tightly, not wanting him to escape her again.
They pulled away, just enough to catch their breath. “Fuck.” He moaned into her mouth. “I’ve wanted to do this ever since I almost ate all of that ice cream off your face.”
She chuckled, but it was cut off with him leaning back into her. It didn’t take too long before she was pulling away. “I’ve wanted to do this ever since I heard about you on the news. And the first time I heard your voice, before I even knew what you looked like. I dreamed of your face when I didn’t even know it. And god the real one was so much better than I could’ve ever imagined.”
“Fuck, I love you so much.” He groaned, not understanding how he could feel so strongly about a person.
She giggled in response, happy to get what she finally wanted: “I love you too.”
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Adrian began to walk her toward the bed. Once her legs hit the back of the bed, he leaned forward, waiting for her to fall onto it. She only grabbed at him tighter, not wanting to land on her back. “The cut.” She reminded him. “I won't be able to lay on my back for a few days.”
“Oh right.” He responded, standing up right, bringing her with him.
Pushing him back lightly, she got the space she needed to take off her top. Adrian stood still, pupils blown wide, eyes glued to her chest. “When I was helping you get your top off, I was trying to get a glimpse of those in the mirrors.” He admitted breathlessly.
“All you had to do was confess to me and I’m all yours.” She teased.
“I should’ve confessed long ago.” He said, walking back up to her.
“You should’ve.” She smiled, holding her hand out to stop him from touching her. “You too.” She motioned to his shirt.
He was quick to strip his shirt off, giving her the biggest puppy dog eyes, waiting for her next command. “Now your pants.” He fumbled with the button on his jeans, being so excited that his hands were shaking.
Eventually, he got them off, leaving him in underwear that left little to the imagination. She motioned to the bed, and he didn’t need any words to listen. He threw himself on the bed, leaning up slightly against the headboard, making sure he could watch her. She stripped off her pants, making sure her ass was facing him when she leaned down.
“Fuck” He groaned from the bed. “This is the second time I've gotten hard today”
“When was the first?” She asked, not knowing.
“When I was patching you up.” He shamelessly admitted. “You kept moaning and arching your back. It was hard not to take it another way.”
“Pervert.” She called him, while getting on the bed, crawling to him slowly.
“Hey! I am far from a pervert! You’re just too hot, I can’t help myself.” He tried to defend himself, but only dug his hole deeper.
“What you meant to say was,” She reached him, climbing into his lap. She hovered over him, grabbing his face, lips barely brushing his. “This is the second time you’ve gotten hard in the past hour.”
He put his hands on her hips, pulling her down to sit on his cock. They moaned, heat collecting where the both of them connected. He kissed her passionately, deeply, lips moving together like they had always known the feeling of one another.
Pulling away for a moment, he said. “Day. Hour. It doesn’t matter. If you keep looking at me like that, I’ll be hard every second.”
Connecting their lips once again, she didn’t say anything more. She could feel his cock twitch underneath her as he moaned into the kiss. She began to rock her hips back and forth, fabric rubbing against fabric. If you would’ve told Adrian that beating the shit out of his brother would lead to having the love of his life on top of him, grinding down on him, he would’ve beaten his brother long ago.
Soon enough, he wanted more, moving his hands over her body. They first started on her ass, as it was the closest thing he could grab, aside from her hips. Once he had his fun squeezing and slapping her ass, his hands moved up her body, just as they had done that morning in the bathroom, and even an hour ago when he was helping her remove her shirt.
Leaning back, she allowed him the space to bring his face to her breasts, kissing her perky nipple. She moaned out into the air, head thrown back in pleasure, grabbing onto his shoulders like a lifeline. He loved watching her bite her lip, holding in another moan as she pleasured herself on his cock.
She was relentless in her movements, hips pushing and pulling, like they were on a mission, chasing a high they both wanted to reach. As he got closer and closer to the peak, the more overstimulated he began to feel.
“Wait.” He said, grabbing her hips to stop her. She didn’t move, just looked at him worried. “I want the first time I cum because of you to be because I was inside of you.”
“I think I can do that for you.” She smiled, giving him a long kiss.
Her hand trailed down his chest, going further than she had that morning. He moaned into her mouth when her hand brushed over his clothed hard on. She stroked him a few times, teasing him, before dipping her hand under the band of his underwear, feeling him fully.
“Fuck.” She cursed, pulling away, sitting on his upper thighs. She pulled his underwear down below his cock as she looked in amusement. “I thought Chris called you thimble because of your dick size.”
“He did.” He confirmed. “I only hit puberty at 26.”
“This,” she said, grabbing his cock again, “is not a thimble.”
He moaned as she gripped him tightly. “Are you disappointed?”
“No.” She quickly corrected him. “Not at all. It’s a pleasant surprise.”
Adrian was happy to know that she still would be here, on top of him, even if he did have a small dick, showing that she loved him for him, and not his body. She leaned up to kiss him again, feeling as though they had been apart for too long. When they broke for air, he told her. “Condom. In my Vigilante pocket.”
“Why do you keep it in your Vigilante outfit?” Dismounting him, she laughed. “Hoping to get lucky with a random person you’ve saved." She teased, looking for the condom.
“No.” He quickly responded. “I always had the fantasy of fucking you in an alleyway after a good kill. Had to be sure I was prepared, just in case the opportunity arose."
Since she knew every time he lied, he decided it was best to tell her the truth, even if he added in details she didn’t necessarily need to know. He adjusted his glasses in his face, making sure he could see everything as clear as possible.
“Maybe I will be able to fulfill this fantasy one day.” She found the condom, pulling it out. When she rose, she noticed that Adrian’s underwear was already discarded. His hand was on his cock, slowly stroking himself to relieve the ache she had left him with.
“You don’t understand what that does to me.” He moaned out. She pulled her underwear down, being just as naked as him. “I need you now. I can’t wait any longer.”
Wasting no more time, she ripped the condom packet with her teeth, walking back over to him. Moving his hand, he allowed her to roll the condom over him, hands reaching for her waist. Keeping a hold on him, she lined him up with her entrance. Leaning her forehead against his, she lowered herself down, allowing her walls to envelop him.
“Fuck.” They both moaned in unison, gazing into each other's eyes.
“This is the best thing ever.” He moaned.
“God,” she cussed. “I can’t believe it took you this fucking long to get the hint.”
“You did this to yourself.” He told her. “You could’ve just told me and saved us both the trouble.”
“But where’s the fun in that.” She smiled, leaning in for a kiss as she raised her hips, slamming them back down.
He knew from the first stroke that he wasn’t going to last long, all that edging worked against him. The way she clamped down on him in a way no other person could, didn’t help either. One of his hands massaged her chest as the other one snuck between her legs, stroking her clit.
“Fuck, Adrian.” She pulled away from the kiss to moan his name. “You’re perfect. Don’t let anyone else tell you otherwise.”
“Wait until I can get you on your back.” He responded in between breathy moans. “I’ll show you just how perfect I can be.”
There was no strategy in her movement, running purely off of instinct. They looked at each other in the eyes, breaths mixing in the space between them. Adrian could tell she was getting close, the way she sucked him in, and he knew he too wouldn’t be able to last long.
“Adrian- I’m gonna.” She moaned as her legs began to give out.
Moving his hand away from her breast, he grabbed the underside of her ass, assisting her in her movements. His other hand never relented on her clit, brushing hard, quick, strokes. They kissed one last time, rough, unmoving, as they came together.
Adrian removed his hands from her lower regions, bringing them up to embrace her, pulling her flush against him. Her arms wrapped around his neck, as she pulled away from the kiss. Not making any effort in taking his softened cock out of her. Staring at one another, starstruck.
She was the first to speak, breaking the silence. “I can’t believe you’re my boyfriend.”
“Careful, if you speak like that I might get hard again.” He jokingly warned her.
“Maybe I’d like that.” She chuckled, leaning into his lips.
Pulling away, he said. “Fuck. You’re gonna be the death of me.” He pressed a kiss on her shoulder. “My sidekick.” Another kiss landed on her neck. “My best friend.” Her cheek was the next thing that his lips pressed against.
”My girlfriend.” He said, finally reaching her lips.
She couldn’t help but laugh, feeling him harden again slowly inside of her. “I’m so glad we don’t have work tomorrow.”
“Me too.” He agreed, getting comfortable for round two.
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Two chapters in 48 hours?? who am I?? ANYWAYS I stayed up until 4am writing this because I NEEDED to get this out of my head. I have barely written smut, so I hope it was up to yalls standards. next chapter will finally be their lil date. I am really debating weather or not to add ANOTHER chapter after that where the 11th street kids find out and then the story would end with them out on a patrol or something. Either way, give me your thoughts!!
Your comments help motivate me, and I really enjoy talking to yall about the fic. if anyone wants to talk to me more directly you should join the discord!! PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE
sorry just heard james gunn say originally MURN WAS GONNA BE THE LEADER OF THE SONS OF LIBERTY?!!?! EX FUCKING SCUSE ME?!?? i just like. god. we gave THAT up for more slo mo montages of chris and harcourt? for 35 minute episodes? he talks like they had to cut soooo much and then each episode is the length of a fucking disney channel original. god. would have been so cool to bring murn back.
#the odyssey
#art
#ao3
#star wars
