Chapter 3 *
Dan was finally back in D.C. He had accepted his new role as not campaign manager; he had grown a beard, shaved the beard, and the only nonwork-related words Amy had spoken to him were, “Glad your back.” then she had scurried off from him again. He didn’t know why he was pounding on her apartment door right after work, but he had to talk to her. He had to tell her that it was killing him not to talk to her and beg her to let him in.
Amy had only gotten home a few minutes ago, only having time to kick off her shoes and turn on the lights before she was interrupted by loud banging from the front door. After checking that it wasn’t some crazy reporter trying to harass her, she whipped open the door to see Dan pacing back and forth on her porch stoop.
“Dan?” She questioned, “What's wrong? Why are you here?” she breathed out.
Pushing his way inside, annoyed Amy let out a sarcastic “Sure, come on in!”
Still pacing in her front entryway, he notices the spotless apartment, void of anything showing an actual human living there. There are no pictures on the walls, just a simple table with keys and a mirror, and underneath it, a neat shoe rack sits.
“Dan!” she addressed him for the second time. “What happened?” she asked, this time with a worried look.
“Can’t keep doing this, Ames. I can’t keep pretending I don’t want to talk to you. I can’t keep pretending like Detroit didn’t happen. I can’t keep pretending that I don’t lo-” he stopped himself. He needed to take a breath. He couldn’t scare her away yet; he hadn’t even gotten her back.
“What do you want from me, Dan? Do you want me to fawn over you and thank you on my knees for saving me? Do you want me to just take the insults you're going to throw at me and just accept the blackmail you’ll surely use against me?!” She forced out, running her hands through her hair.
“Is that what you think?” Dan let out, hurt in his eyes. “You think that of me?”
Scoffing, “How could I not, Dan? We have always used everything against each other. Anything to win, right?”
“Jesus Christ, Ames,” Dan said in defeat, “I know I’ve been a dick to you. I treated you like shit, I’ve ridiculed you, I laughed at you, but you have to know- I need you to know that I’m sorry. I thought I could just bottle it all up and ignore it and deflect, but I hurt you in the process, and I’ll never forgive myself. But you also have to know that since that day, I can’t lie anymore to you or myself.”
“Lie about what Dan?” Amy asked in an exhausted tone. She was tired of being let down by Dan. Time after time, she had let her guard down around him only to be stabbed in the back.
“About how I feel for you.” He confessed, meeting her gaze. He felt his heart break a little bit seeing her with glassy eyes. “Ever since that day when I found you, I’ve never known fear like that, Ames. I thought I lost you before I ever had the chance to apologize or to tell you how seeing and talking to you, even if it's a fight, is the best part of my day. And how I never got to tell you how beautiful you look when you're mad at me, how your hair looks like gold when the sun hits it right, how crazy you drive me when you wear those pencil skirts, and how I dream about you every night. I hate how we haven't talked; I hate that you feel like you can’t speak to me about what happened and how I know you're not eating or sleeping.” he took a deep breath. Amy was still staring at him, arms crossed protectively in front of her chest as her eyes got even more wet.
“You don’t remember, but in that car, after we got you out of there, I promised you I would never let anything happen to you. I can’t stop myself from combing through the big crowds and making sure you’re still next to me because - goddamn it - I care about you more than anything in the world. I'll quit my job tomorrow if that's what you want. I'll leave and pretend this never happened; I’ll stay with you forever; all you have to do is ask, and I’ll do it. I promise.” His eyes had never left hers. He felt like her gaze was burning a hole through his chest, but he didn’t care. He just wanted her to look at him. He reached out slowly, gently swiping a thumb over her cheek, bringing her eyes to his.
She had let a single tear fall down her face. He hated it. He hated making her cry, but he needed to tell her. “You can’t mean all of that.” She forced out in an unconvincing voice.
“I do,” he confessed, looking deeply into her eyes. “I mean all of it.”
Letting out a shaky breath, she nuzzled her cheek into his hand, looking up at him through her lashes, “Stay.” she begged, moving her hands up to press the hand holding her cheek deeper into her skin, the other reaching up to rest on his firm chest.
“Anything you want,” he breathed, feeling his resolve crack. “Oh fuck it.” And Dan felt himself reach out and pull her into his chest, simultaneously crashing his lips down into hers. She let out a startled yelp into his open mouth which he quickly swallowed up. He crowded her up against her entry way wall. Kissing her like a man starved, he was mumbling out confessions between kisses to her that made her breath hitch. Tearing himself away from her lips, he worked his way down her long ivory neck, hand buried in the hair at the base of her skull to position her just how he wanted, granting him full access to her soft skin.
“Can’t fucking take it anymore, Ames,” he breathed out against her neck, biting down on her collar bone, “Couldn’t stop myself,” he confessed.
“Please,” Amy whispered out, “Please don’t stop,” she begged as she dragged him back to her mouth, hands fisting in his shirt along his waist.
Pulling one leg up around his hips, “Jump,” he ordered as the two continued their passionate embrace. Hiking both legs around his waist, Amy felt herself start to grind down to his hardening cock.
Dan let out a pained groan, “Bedroom?” he questioned, returning to her already marked-up neck.
She let out a shaky breath and said, “Last door on the right.” she breathed into his ear as he made his way down the hall with her in his arms. Kicking open her bedroom door, he tossed her on the bed. He couldn’t stop himself from admiring how beautiful she looked from where he stood above her. Pristine's white shirt was now wrinkled, and her black skirt hiked up to her mid-thighs, with golden hair splaying around her head.
She sat up on the bed to try to meet him. She could only reach his mid-stomach but quickly started working on his dress shirt, ripping it from where it was still tucked in. He leaned down and pulled her mouth to his once more as she started to unbutton the crisp white article, revealing his toned stomach and chest. He placed his hands on her shoulders and pushed her back down to the plush bedding. Lifting her hips, he made quick work of her pencil skirt that drove him crazy all day long, tossing it to some corner of the room, revealing her smooth, pale legs. Climbing on top of her, he dragged her up so her head was resting on the soft pillows. Yanking at the buttons on her shirt, he finally pulled the article from her body. He was greeted by the perfect sight of her pail chest covered by a plain black bra matching the black lacy panties.
“Oh fuck,” he breathed out, “Wore this just for me, right?” as he dived down to start his adult on her nearly bare chest.
“Yes,” she moaned out, “Only for you.” She admitted, burying her hands in his dark hair.
Something about that confession lit a fire in Dan's stomach, ‘only mine,’ he thought as he lifted her up to reach a hand around to the clasp to free her chest with practiced ease.
‘Damn right,” he stated, as de dove back down to her chest, taking a rosy nipple in his mouth. “Only mine, right, sweetheart?” He breathed against her skin.
Moaning out his name, Dan knew at that moment he had never heard a more beautiful sound. “Please,” she begged, “need more.”
“As you wish, sweetheart.” As he worked his way down to her panties. Slipping a finger under the strap, he looked up to her for confirmation. With a single nod, he dragged the material down her soft legs, kissing along the skin back up to the apex of her thighs.
He dived right in, liking a long stripe up to her clit. Letting out a choked moan, she squealed out his name, but he didn’t let up. Immediately devouring her, making the most obscene noises, practically groaning into her cunt. He moved back up to the precious pearl and started sucking, biting, and soothing it with his tongue, leaving Amy a squirming mess above him. She soon realized that he was spelling out his name with the movements of his tongue. He couldn’t stop; he had found his favorite place in the world, and the entire U.S. army could not pull him away from her and those beautiful noises she kept letting out.
“Dan, I- oh fuck,” Amy interrupted her thought with a high-pitched scream, “Dan, it, its, it, too much I’m gonna cum,” she started to try and pull away from his mouth, moving her way up the bed.
“Where do you think you’re going? Dan said as he wrapped his hands around her ankles and yanked her back down into his mouth, “not finished yet,” he declared as he guided her hands to rest in his hair.
Yanking at the roots, it only took a few seconds before her back was arching up off the bed, and she was digging her heels into his bare back. Letting out another choked scream, she felt her legs shaking around his head as he continued his assault on her core. He was grinding his painfully hard cock into the bed just to get some relief before he exploded in his pants like some teenager. He helped her through it, at some point inserting a finger and moving it in a becoming motion.
“Ugh - Dan? Dan, it’s - it's too much,” she moaned out.
He sat back on his heels with a shit-eating grin on his face, looking down at her already fucked-out figure. Standing up, he undid his belt and shed his pants and boxers in one swipe, kicking his socks and shoes off on the floor as well.
Crawling his way back up to her, he rested his weight on his elbows so as not to crush her and capture her lips in a heated kiss once more. She could taste herself on his tongue as he shoved it in her mouth, quickly winning the fight for dominance. He had started grinding his hard member into the inside of her soft thigh.
“More.” She begged, leaning down to start her own assault on his bare neck, “Please, need more.” She confessed again.
Reaching up and pulling her mouth from his skin with a groan, he said, “Need words, baby, gotta tell me what you want.” Letting out a whimper, “Please, Dan, need you.” She whined out. “Be specific, sweetheart; where do you need me?” He was teasing her, trying to work her up even more. He loved having her under him, the immovable Amy begging for him, and what only he could give to her.
“Inside, Dan, please, need you inside me.” She nearly cried out, finally meeting his eyes.
“Ok baby, all you had to do was ask,” he teased with a stupid grin covering his face. Pulling her legs up around his hips, he guided himself to her entrance, whipping all her wetness around his angry red tip. Stifling a groan, “Gotta go, slow baby, don’t wanna hurt you,” as he started inching his way forward, they both let out silent gasps as his fat head breached her entrance. Picking his head up from where it had been buried in her neck, he reached his hand down to her cheek, holding it gently. “Ames, baby, need you to look at me.” he coaxed, “Come on, let me see those beautiful eyes.”
Tearing her eyes open, Dan was greeted by her big blue eyes, staring deep into his soul. “There she is,” he grinned as he started moving again. He kept his eyes on hers as her eyebrows knitted together, and her mouth opened in a gasp. A look of shock and pleasure crossed her face when he finally slid all the way into her. He stayed still for a moment, going down to kiss and suck on her neck, trying to offer some relief from the stretch.
“Move, please move.” She breathed out, meeting his eyes again, when he returned from her neck, now littered with bruises. He started grinding his hips down into hers, eventually working his way up to slow but firm thrusts.
“Oh fuck, Ames,” Dan groaned out. She had buried her hands in his shoulders, digging her nails into his skin. “You’re perfect; you’re fucking perfect; I can’t hold it in anymore. I love you.” he breathed out, still thrusting into her. Moaning out, “Fuck Dan, it feels so good, so good, I love you too. Loved you for so long; don’t leave me again, don’t leave.” She cried out into his chest.
“Never,” he promised. “I couldn’t leave you if I tried.” He breathed into her hair.
“More.” She begged, “Give me it all, don’t hold back, need it all.” She mumbled out, barely able to put together a complete sentence.
“More? I’ll give you more.” He announced as he felt his composer start to snap. He pulled her hands from his shoulders, bringing them up above her head, resting his elbows beside her ears; he gripped her hands in his like a vice and started pounding into her. Skin slapping loudly together as he continued to pound into her cunt.
Letting out a loud scream, he felt her back start to arch up off the bed. Chasing her cunt with his hips, he forced her back down onto the mattress. “Yeah? That feel good?” he questioned as he continued his assault.
“Can feel you holding back,” she forced out, meeting his eyes once again, “I can take it, Dan,” she breathed.
Something snapped. He knew he could hurt her. To him, she was precious, and he really shouldn’t give her his all. If he hurt her, he could never forgive himself, but something took over, and he couldn’t stop it. She wanted it all? Fine, that's what she’s gonna get.
“You want it all, sweetheart? I’ll give it to you.” He sat back on his knees and tossed her over onto her stomach. Parting her knees, he shoved her chest back down into the bed. “You asked for this sweet thing. Just remember that,” he said in a low voice as he bullied his cock right back into her cunt in a single thrust.
Amy let out a scream as he started pounding into her from behind as he fell forward, covering her back with his chest. Wrapping one arm under her hips to keep them elevated, he wrapped the second one around her front, not choking her but just enough to hold her in place. After a particularly hard thrust, she let out another pleasured scream and bit down on his bicep right by her mouth.
“Yeah? Right there, baby? Is that the spot?” He questioned as he continued to pound into that sweet place only he could reach. She couldn’t answer. Her vocabulary was reduced to whines and whimpers. “Who else can make you feel this good, Ames?” He questioned. She only let out a moan in response. Bringing his other arm to her chest, he grabbed her cheeks and forced her to look up at him. “Answer me, sweetheart. Who makes you feel this good?” he repeated. “You do.” She whimpered out, eyes cloudy from the pleasure. “And whose pussy is this?” he asked as he continued to push into her. Trapped under his weight and in his arms, she was kept precisely where he wanted her, with nowhere to squirm away. “Fuck! Yours Dan. I’m yours.” She breathed out as he let her head fall back into his arms. “Damn right, your mine, only mine. Never gonna let any other asshole touch you again. You hear me? You’re mine, and I’m never gonna let anything happen to you, ok?” he rambled as he felt himself getting close. She was getting close too, he could feel her start to tremble, and her glorious cunt start to close around him.
“Love you, Dan. Love you so much.” she cried out as tears of please started to fall down her beautiful face. “Fuck. I love you too, sweet girl. More than anything. You’re it for me; I'm never gonna stop loving you, Amy.” he groaned. “Fuck I’m almost there. Where do you want it, baby,” he asked, trying to hold his climax in a little longer, not wanting this to end. “Inside, please, need it inside,” she begged, crying into his arms.
“Gotta come with me, baby,” he commanded as she started aimlessly nodding. Reaching down to push on her button just above where he was spearing her on his cock, he felt her body lock up, and her cunt clamp down around his as she came, letting out a scream, digging her nails into his arms as she tried to squirm away from the pleasure. He felt himself explode seconds later, filling her cunt with his milky cum.
He felt himself rambling in her ear about how much he loved her, how much she meant to him, and that she was his as the waves of their climaxes rolled over them. He rolled off of her to keep from crushing her, wrapped an arm around her waist, and dragged her back into his chest. He felt her relax into his hold as the two drifted off to sleep.
When Amy woke up in the morning, she first registered the soreness between her legs. She started to get up when she felt someone shift behind her and an arm around her waist tighten and pull her back snuggly into his chest. Then, it all came back to her. Dan showing up at the house, the fight, and the confession. Oh my god. She told him she loved him. She promised never to tell anyone that she felt that strongly for him, least of all Dan Egan. Had he meant what he said to her? There had been a lot of promises made. Does he mean all of them, or was it just the heat-of-the-moment blabbering? She hated this, lying here and unable to get up and take charge of the situation. Suddenly, she heard a groan, and he shifted behind her, and she realized he had her butt nestled snuggly against his crotch and one of his legs forced between hers. Her head was resting on his bicep, and his arm was still wrapped tightly around her waist, hand splayed out over her chest, just under her collarbones.
“Good morning,” he mumbled in a tired voice. He shifted her so her front was facing his, looked down at her with a sleepy smile, leaned down, and kissed her forehead. “What's going on in that big brain of yours?” He questioned. Already able to tell that she was mulling something important over in her head.
“Did you mean it?” She asked, “Last night, when you told me you loved me, did you mean it? All that stuff about me being yours and never leaving again… did you mean it?” She whispered apprehensively, refusing to meet his eyes and instead staring at his bare chest.
Reaching down to stroke her hair, he whispered, “Amy, look at me.” When her big, scared eyes met his, he took a deep breath and looked deeply into them. “I meant every word, " he said, leaving no room for questions. “I love you, Amy, and I’m sorry for keeping it from you for so long, but I do. You’re it for me. And my offer still stands from last night. I can leave now and quit my job, and you never have to see me again, or I’ll stay here with you and spend the rest of my life making up for all the times I didn’t tell you how I felt. Whatever you want, whatever you need, I’ll be that for you.” He said.
She had started to cry again. She hated all this crying, but she couldn’t stop herself. She smiled, “I love you, Dan. I want you to stay.” She confessed with a quiet laugh when she brought her lips to his.
“Oh, thank God.” he breathed in relief, “I don’t know how I could ever walk away from you.” he brought his lips down to hers. “You’re stuck with me now, forever.” He said with a smirk when they pulled away. Rolling her eyes and nestling her face into his chest and drifting back to sleep, “good,” she mumbled.
I'm so obsessed with these two, in my mind, the writers were brave enough to let them be together. #soulmates
