Squad car confessions who: Dante & Ophelia what: A trip out to the woods when: Late night Saturday where: Dante's squad car warnings: It's these two, you know the warning
Ophelia watched from the shadows as they wrapped up the crime scene out back of the supernatural club Mercy. Looked like some idiot students had it in their heads to bomb the concert. They had screwed up and instead gotten themselves hurt with minimal damage to the building. She had heard it over the police scanner in her hotel room and had walked over as her car was making that weird pinging noise again. She had to have the boys look at it.
Finally Dante was heading back to his car, near the alley where she hid. "It's about damn time." she said from the alley with a smirk.
If he hadn't heard her feet when she took the step towards him, he might have been startled by her voice. Being a policeman and a were for that matter, Dante had quickly learned to always be prepared. Still, he was surprised to see Ophelia standing there in the alley. "What are you doing out here?" he asked her. "It's late and there are crazy people all around and you should be somewhere... safer..." he muttered. Sure, she was a hunter, but that didn't do much to dampen his protective tendencies. "Get in the damn car. It's cool out and you're gonna catch a chill."
"Yea, there are crazy people around, which is why I'm here." she said with a roll of her eyes. Really, she was there making sure he was safe. Sure, she would give Cathair the information and see if maybe he could help piece together what these kids were up to on a grander scale, but she had wanted to make sure Dante was safe. She gave him a look when he ordered her into the car, but in truth she was a bit chilly and did as she was told, getting in the back of the squad car. "Haven't been in the back of one of these in a while." she said, looking at him with a smirk. "You gonna cuff me officer?" And now she was flirting. She knew he was safe so now she could think of other things...
He rolled his eyes at her as he settled into the driver's seat, fixing the rear view mirror so he could see her better. "I might." he told her. "But usually cuffing is done to piss off the perps, not to make them wet." he pointed out with a little smirk of his own. Slipping his jacket off, he opened the door in the glass between them and handed it to her. "You're going to freeze." he said before closing the door again. Hey, if she wanted to play good cop, bad girl, he was all for it.
"What if I'm already wet?" She smirked as he handed her his jacket through the little hole in the cage. "Handcuffs are a bonus." She slipped on the jacket, smiling a bit at the warmth from it being on him. It smelled good too. "Thanks."
Dante shook his head a little, but he smiled all the same. Slipping his seat belt on, he cranked the car and pulled away from the craziness that he'd been dealing with that night. "Am I dropping you off at the hotel or are you coming home with me tonight?" he questioned with a glance in the rear view mirror.
The heat was welcome as even her nose was cold from being out in the alley for too long. "Coming home with you." she said without hesitation. Joshua had that girl with him still and something about the way her brother was when he talked about her made Ophelia wanna keep a wide berth.
Well, that was a nice change. His bed had been pretty damn lonely the last couple of nights, but she'd had things to attend to back at the hotel and he couldn't really tell her not to. She wasn't his girlfriend or his anything really, no matter how much he might have wanted her to be. As soon as the words were uttered he was already looking forward to having her in his bed. When he realized he was about to pass the wooded area en route to his home, however, other thoughts filled his head and he pulled onto a dirt road that led out into the foliage.
Ophelia perked up when he made the sudden turn and soon she was bouncing all over the back seat. "Where the hell are you going?" she asked as she peered out the window. "Are you taking me into the woods to rape me or something." Although it was kind of hard to rape the willing. And Ophelia was more than willing.
"Maybe." he said with a little shrug and a smirk. It was one of the few times he was thankful that his squad car didn't have a camera in the damn thing because he was certainly planning on doing things that no camera should be allowed to see. Unless of course it was his own camera. Which made him think of even more ideas. Knowing of a little clearing just ahead from his frequent runs out in this area, he pulled off of the road and into the secluded area away from prying eyes and ears. The full moon wasn't until the next night so they'd have no worries to deal with in that department. Pulling the car to a stop, he turned off the ignition. "I think this should be the part where you convince me not to take you to jail." he teased, eyes meeting hers in the rear view mirror once more.
Ophelia's eyes got a little wide as they pulled into the clearing and she shivered a bit as she looked into his eyes through the mirror. "There has to be some way we can work this out..." she said in a sultry tone, shifting a bit to let the coat fall open.
Ah, good girl. She liked to play just as much as he did. That was just one more thing he loved about the girl. "Oh?" he questioned, still only looking at her in the mirror. "And just what way would that be?" he asked her.
Ophelia sat back, spreading her legs a bit as she ran her hands over her jean clad thighs. "I'm sure we could think of something officer." she said, licking her lips. "I don't have any money but have other things to barter with..."
And just like that, the arousal in the air and the sight of her fingers sliding over her body, even covered in clothing, had him hard and straining against his jeans. "I'll have to cuff you." he told her, reaching for the cuffs hooked on his belt. "To be sure you don't try and escape before you've paid your dues."
She held out her wrists to him, pouting prettily. "If you insist, officer." she said, her eyes dancing. Ophelia was definitely aroused, her nipples hard against the fabric of her tight top and the smell of her desire filling the air.
Getting out of the car, Dante pulled open the backdoor and reached in, hauling Ophelia out by her wrist and guiding her to the back of the car. "Hands on the trunk." he ordered her, eyes scanning over that perfect little ass of hers.
She stumbled a bit when he pulled her out, pressing her body against his as he guided her to the back of the car. She did as she was wold, putting her hands on the trunk, looking back at him over her shoulder while wiggling her ass at him. "Like this, officer?" she asked, batting her eyes at him.
"Just like that." he said with a nod. Reaching for one wrist, then the other, he pulled them back behind her body and cuffed her wrists together, giving the chain a little tug, he smirked. Pulling it a little more he let her body fall back against his. "Now what sort of goods are you gonna barter with?" he questioned.
Ophelia shivered as he brought her arms behind her back and cuffed her wrists together. Like this, she was almost completely at his mercy. And it was hot. "Well, I have quite the talented mouth and a hot, wet cunt." she murmured, rubbing herself against him much like a cat would do, cupping the bulge in his pants.
He let out a soft little growl as she managed to cup him through his pants even with the handcuffs on. "I think I like the sound of that last one." he breathed as his mouth found her neck and he allowed his teeth to sink into the skin just a little, his body rocking against her hand.
A moan slipped from her as he bit her neck, knowing she would have a mark there come morning. She had a tendency to bruise easily. She massaged his cock as he rocked his hips. "Anything you want, officer." she groaned softly.
Dante kept one hand on the cuffs and his other wound around her body and began unfastening her jeans. Once the button and the zipper were no longer obstacles, his fingers slipped between the fabric of her panties and the skin beneath them. Sliding his hand down enough to teasingly delve a single finger between her folds, he let out another little growl. "Hot and wet..." he breathed. "Just like you promised."
Ophelia panted a bit as his hand worked on her jeans. When he slid his fingers into the fabric and that single digit slid into her sex, she moaned. "I always deliver the goods, officer." she groaned, grinding her hips against his hand, slicking his finger with her cream.
For some reason he liked the way she called him 'officer' almost as much as he liked hearing her scream his given name. Reluctantly he pulled his hand from within her pants and gave the fabric of her jeans a sharp tug, jerking both the pants and the panties beneath down to her knees. He made use of the moment that it would take to undo his own pants by kissing at her neck again. Working the button and zipper free on his pants, he pulled himself from the confines of his boxers and slowly teased the tip of his cock against the curve of her ass. "Bend over." he ordered her.
Ophelia bit her lip when his hand slid from his pants and moaned as he tugged them down. She heard the rasp of his zipper and knew his cock would be against her in just a moment. Ophelia moaned again as she felt him slide his cock along her ass. His words made her shiver and she did as she was told, bending over. "Yes, sir."
Dante liked that she did what she was told, perhaps because Ophelia didn't really seem like the sort of girl that would and being the more dominant one, even if it was for pretend, sort of made him want to preen. He wasted no time in sliding inside of her once she'd bent over, his cock twitching appreciatively once enclosed in that wet heat. "Fuck..." he whispered, his fingers tightening on the chain that laced the cuffs together, pulling her back a little with the aid of said chain.
A loud moan came from the woman as his cock slid inside of her. It had been some days since they had been together and she had missed him in so many ways. She had certainly missed the feel of him inside of her. She spread her legs more so he could sink in deeper, letting out a hiss as he pulled back on the cuffs, arching her back.
"You like that cock, don't you?" he breathed. "You like that tight little cunt spread out over that big fucking dick, don't you?" he whispered. So he liked having his ego stroked as much as he liked having his dick stroked, wasn't his fault.
She let out a gasp as he began thrusting, pleasure running through her body. "Fuck yes, sir, I love your cock!" she cried, her face pressed against the hood of his car as she moaned. Ophelia didn't mind stroking his ego one bit. He had the biggest cock she had ever been fucked by and damn did he know how to use it.
Sir was almost as nice as officer. Fucking hell was this hot. What had possessed him to bring her out here was beyond him but in that moment he had more pressing matters to attend to, like fucking that tight little cunt. He didn't hold back with Ophelia because he knew she could take it. She didn't whine and complain like his ex had when he was 'too rough'. If anything, Phee begged for it. He picked up the pace a little, his free hand snaking around her body and sliding up beneath her shirt, tugging the fabric up to expose her chest more to him. Something out being nearly entirely clothed and still inside of her was hot.
Ophelia cried out as he picked up the pace. "Oh yes, fuck me Officer Romero!" she cried, looking back over her shoulder at him. He looked so fucking sexy in his uniform. All he had done was open his pants enough to bring out his cock to shove inside of her. He was fully clothed and it was insanely hot. The handcuffs biting into her wrist made the pleasure she felt sharp. She loved how he let loose on her and held nothing back. And she took all of it and often begged for more.
"Take that cock..." he breathed as his hand slipped beneath the fabric of her bra, tugging it up enough to set her breasts free. His hand immediately cupped the curve of her breast and his thumb brushed over her hard nipple. "I think... before this is over..." he began as his lips found her neck. "You might be owing me more than I'm owing you." he teased.
She groaned as she indeed took his cock, over and over as he thrust into her, using her body. And it was fucking amazing. "You can take it out in trade." she gasped out, moving her hips just a bit then he was hitting that perfect spot, going balls deep at every pass. "Fuck yes!"
He liked the sound of that, taking it out in trade. He hoped that she'd be around long enough for him to do just that. Of course he couldn't think about that for long because he was currently in a good mood and thinking of her leaving would ruin it all. "So... so close..." he warned her, lips parting against her skin once more. "Tell me how much you want that come." he breathed.
Ophelia cried out, her body shaking as her climax loomed, pleasure hazing everything. "Fuck, I want you to come inside of me. Please!" she begged before she bucked under him, screaming as she came, her pussy tightening all around his cock as pure ecstasy went through her. "My god Dante!!!"
While he wasn't sure if it was her begging for him to come, her walls tightening as she came or just the way his name sounded coming out of her in a scream, Dante couldn't hold back his own orgasm any longer. He groaned and his thrusts became more shallow but a little quicker and he lost it. Spilling himself into her and barely managing to hold himself up on his own two feet once he was spent. "Fuck..." he breathed, his mouth against the curve where her neck met the rest of her body. "Debt to society paid in full..." he breathed. "You're free to go."
Ophelia groaned softly, panting as her body shook from the after shocks of her momentous orgasm. She smiled, feeling completely spent for the moment. She loved when he lost himself in her. "Thank you kindly, officer." she said with a little giggle, wriggling a bit, the walls of her sex rippling around him again.
He couldn't help but laugh a little himself, though it was breathlessly. He didn't want to slip out of her just yet, but it was cool out and getting her sick just for a little romp, no matter how hot it was, wasn't his intention. Reluctantly he pulled away from her and tucked himself back into his pants. Zipping and fastening them, he reached then for the keys to the cuffs. Undoing them and releasing her, he put them away and spun her around so he could steal a kiss from her mouth, one he'd been wanting since he saw her at the edge of the alley.
Ophelia slipped her arms around him and kissed him back, smiling against his lips. That had been some amazing sex and she didn't want it to end. Instead, she led him back to the car and into the back seat, pulling her inside with her. She kept kissing him, pulling him back as she laid back on the seats.
He was a tall guy so it was an interesting fit. Still, somehow they managed. He gently tugged at her lower lip, eyes opening to catch hers. "You're making it really hard for me not to get attached to you..." he admitted.
His words made a shiver run down her spine. Her eyes slid closed and she pressed her forehead against his, cupping his face. She couldn't hear that from him. It ripped her heart apart because she knew someday her past would catch up to her. He could get hurt or she could have to run again and leave him. She didn't want any of that. Hunters never got out of the life, but God she wished she could to be with him. Ophelia kissed him then, a desperation to it, as if she could feel them having to be parted and she needed him all she could now.
She didn't say anything, but she didn't really have to. He knew just how fleeting their time was together and the more he was allowed to be near her, the harder it was getting to say goodbye. He knew better than to be getting involved with a girl who didn't have any roots in this town, but damn if it was hard to tell her no.
She buried her fingers in his hair, kissing him deeply, her tongue rubbing over his as she pulled him close. She didn't know how much time they had, but she was going to spend as much time with him as she could. Ophelia hadn't felt this close to someone in a long time and she held it close to her heart.
She moaned into his mouth her fingers swiftly undoing the buttons of his shirt and slipping inside the fabric, running over his muscles chest. She rolled her hips up against his, needed to feel close to him again. Needing him.
It was a strange sensation to want someone as much as he wanted Ophelia and yet to feel so much ache at the same time. Dante didn't want to think about her leaving, he didn't think that his heart could handle another let down, so he pushed the thought of it away and concentrated on the here and the now. Her pants were around her ankles but his own were now a hindrance so he reached up to unfasten his belt and carefully moved it to the floor. There'd be no need for handcuffs this time. His hands then moved to undo his slacks which he slipped down enough to be no longer in the way. All the while his lips continued to move against hers.
She moaned softly as she felt him undressing above her. She kicked off her shoes and pants, her panties going along with them. Her legs moved to encircle his hips, the backseat of the car surprisingly roomy and she herself being rather flexible. She nibbled his lower lip, focusing on him and not the ache in her heart.
Once his own pants were dealt with, he pulled his mouth from hers so he could look at her, one hand sliding around her to pull her closer and the other slipping between them to tease himself along her slit once more. There was no roles to be played this time, just the two of them and the feelings he kept trying to fight. He wanted her more than he should and though he knew there was heartache just waiting in the wings, he didn't care. He wanted to be with her and that was all that seemed to matter.
A shiver ran through her body as he teased her, her hands cupping his face as she looked into his eyes. She couldn't say how she felt, but it was clear in her eyes, as much as she tried to hide it. Ophelia was falling in love with him. As hard as she was trying not to, she was. Shaking her head, she drew his face to hers, kissing him deeply, rolling her hips upward.
She wasn't the only one trying to push feelings away. He didn't want to fall, not again. Not after the way things had ended the last time he opened himself up to someone. It hadn't done any good for him, that was for damn sure. Hell, Antoinette resented him for it. She was angry at him for having left Italy to be with this woman only for the relationship to blow up in his face and now here he was letting himself get way too involved in someone else the same way he had before. Still, he couldn't just walk away from Ophelia. Walking away would be far too damn hard for him.
He kissed her back, his lips parting enough to catch hold of her lower lip and give it a soft little tug as he settled himself between her thighs. Rolling his hips against hers, he let one hand slip between them to catch hold of himself and slowly enter her. A low groan slipped from his lips, muffled against the press of hers as he hilted inside of that perfect heat.
Ophelia shuddered as he finally entered her, clinging to him tightly. This was so intimate, even if it was in the back of his squad car. The two of them were so wrapped up in one another in ways neither of them had even fathomed yet. She was shaking as she kissed him, her hips grinding against his as she groaned into his mouth.
It was certainly more intimate than their other encounters but that only made it mean more to Dante. He knew better than letting himself dance so close to falling over that edge, but Ophelia made it hard to keep his feelings in check. Sliding his lips away from hers and to her neck, he picked up a much slower speed than the one he'd had earlier in the night. He wanted to please her more than just rushing to his own completion.
The slow pace made her heart ache as she moaned softly, tilting her neck to give him better access. Her fingers slid into his hair as she kept that same slow pace as she rolled her hips against his. The windows of the cruiser were fogged up from their heavy breathing. "Oh Dante..."
While he was completely content to take her hard and fast, he thought that perhaps this was his favorite time they'd been together. The slowness of it and the way he could feel her body reacting to his in every little movement. He ached for her with every inch of his body and he wanted nothing more than to stay like this for the rest of forever. One hand slid along her thigh, pulling it up just a little higher on his hip and the other moved to slip around her waist, pulling her that much closer to him as his lips continued to lavish her neck with gentle bites and tiny kisses.
Ophelia couldn't believe just how amazing this all felt. She had always been one for fast sex. Usually because she person she was having sex with annoyed her in some way and she wanted them to go away. But with Dante, she craved spending time with him. She wanted to be with him all the time and it drove her mad when they were apart. No matter how hard she tried, she just couldn't keep herself from falling for him. She let out a moan as his mouth worked over her neck, each thrust filling her with pleasure.
"You're so beautiful..." he whispered against her skin as his lips reached her ear. Parting them once more, he gently tugged at her earlobe as his thrusts became a bit more forceful but not at all faster. "And you feel like heaven..." he went on, because well, she did.
She groaned as he tugged on her ear lobe and began thrusting with more force. Her body trembled as she clung to him, feeling her climax growing within her. His words actually brought tears to her eyes as she fought not to speak her own feelings. "Dante..." she moaned out with desperation.
From the way he was positioned, he couldn't see her face or those tears that threatened to fall from her eyes. Still, he could almost hear the tremble in her voice and he pulled back a little to look at her face. "Are you alright?" he breathed, his hips slowing though they didn't come to a complete stop. He first thought that he might have hurt her or something and his eyes said as much.
Ophelia closed her eyes, pressing her forehead against his as she cupped his face. "I'm fine." she breathed softly. "Please, don't stop..." She kissed him softly, all of the emotions she felt falling into it.
He could tell that 'fine' wasn't every really 'fine'. Women were so damn complicated. She told him she didn't want him to stop, practically begged him not to, and so he didn't. Still, there was that little voice in the back of his head telling him that something was wrong that she didn't want to let him in on. He kissed her back, letting every ounce of the feelings he wouldn't speak out in that moment. He wanted her to know just how much he cared and yet was too afraid to even speak the words. His heart had been tormented by the last woman he dared to let too close and she'd practically ruined him for any other woman. And yet here was Ophelia, slowly breaking down that wall even though she'd just walk out herself. Damn the way that worked. Damn it all.
They were both an emotional mess. Yes they kept coming back to one another. Ophelia couldn't walk away as much as she knew she should. She was almost hoping this Mouse girl turned into a good hunter to take her place. She wanted out of the life. She wanted normalcy. She wanted to be with Dante.
She let out a soft cry as her climax loomed on the edge. "Oh Dante...." She groaned, rolling her hips against his, her heart pounding. "I'm....I'm so close..."
He was close too and hearing his name on her lips, barely a whisper and sounding so full of emotion, he fell closer to that edge, nearly off of it. He picked up the pace just a bit, his hips rocking against hers, his mouth hovering in between kissing and not kissing and his eyes on hers. He cared for her in ways he could never explain and in that moment, even unspoken, he hoped that came across.
Ophelia looked into his eyes, her heart clenching. She could see it in his eyes, just how deeply he cared for her. She never wanted to hurt him. God, it would kill her to do that. "Dante...I...." But she couldn't finish what she was going to say because her climax took her, making her cry out, bucking under him as pleasure ripped through her body.
He wondered what she was going to say but the tightening of her muscles pushed him right over the edge. A few little, shallow thrusts and he was a goner. The groan that sounded from somewhere deep within him filled the inside of the cruiser. Falling forward, his arms tightened around her body, pulling her in so tightly that she could probably scarcely catch a breath. For some reason, in that moment, he thought she might disappear if he let go of her.
Ophelia clung to him tightly, panting heavily as he squeezed her so close. She was just as afraid of losing him as he was of losing her. She was worried he would get hurt, or her own brothers would go after him. Ophelia just wanted to protect him. She gently stroked his hair, trying in vain to comfort him.
"I..." he began, though he didn't want to let out the words that had been filling his thoughts for days now. Still, he had to do something before either of them got in too deeply. "I don't think that we're going to be able to keep doing this..." he finally mumbled, his voice barely even audible as he whispered the words against her skin.
The woman under him froze as his whispered words reached her ears. Never in her life had a sentence ripped her apart the way that one did. Se felt as if her heart had just been ripped right out of her chest. She didn't even breathe as the words sunk in. But she couldn't fall apart. Instead, she gripped onto anger. Anger was safer. "Fine time to fucking tell me that." she snapped before shoving him off of her, not caring if she hurt him. He had hurt her more.
Ophelia grabbed her clothes and stumbled out of the car, quickly yanking on her bottoms and fixing her top. She couldn't even speak. If she did, she would scream. The tears in her eyes pissed her off even more. She just started walking away. She would go to her hotel, grab her stuff, and pinging noise in her car be damn, she was driving. Driving as far away as she could get. Because as much as she had tried not to, Ophelia had fallen in love with him. And his pushing away killed her inside.
He'd expected her to agree with him or hell, even tell him that she was thinking the same thing, but when she shoved him off of her and all but rushed out of the car and off into the night, he was surprised. He stumbled backwards out of the car, stuffing himself into his pants and zipping them as he took off after her. He reached for her arm and tugged her to a stop, eyes meeting hers as he drew in a shaky breath. "You didn't even let me finish..." he breathed out because in truth he had a lot more to say to her. "It's not that I don't want to keep doing this and it's not that I don't want to keep being around you, but no matter how hard I've tried not to, I can't help the fact that I'm falling in love with you and if I don't walk away now, I'm never going to be able to." Not that he thought he was really going to be able to now. Especially with those words out and in the air around them. "You're going to leave and I knew that from the start and I know that I can't make you stay and it kills me..." Dante breathed, his voice shakier than his breathing had been. "I don't know what to do but I barely lived through the last heartbreak, I don't think I'd survive another."
Ophelia stared at him as he poured his heart out to her and the tears that threatened did indeed fall. She didn't know how to deal with this. She had never felt for someone the way she did for Dante. It killed her inside and hearing his words, something clicked inside of her. She was on her last hunt. After they found the vampire who wiped Mouse's mind, she was finished. She had to be because she couldn't live her life without Dante. She would deal with her brothers, but she was finished. After everything she deserved this. A normal life.
She reached up, gently cupping his face as tears streamed down her own. "Dante....I love you." she whispered in a shaky voice. "I tried not to, but it was never just another fling with you. It all happened so fast, but in the end...I love you." More tears came down as she spilled her heart out to him. "So, after this hunt...I'm finished. I'm not going to hunt anymore and I'm going to stay....I'm not going to leave..."
Dante just stared at her as she spilled all of her feelings out to him and he couldn't have been more surprised if she'd told him the sun really revolved around the earth and martians were just people who got tired of living on earth and bailed. He thought she might say a lot of things but what she'd actually uttered was the farthest from what he believed would come out of her mouth. He wanted to say so many things to her, but in that moment, his voice failed him. So instead of saying a word, he simply slipped his arms around her and pulled her as close to him as he could, lifting her smaller frame up off the ground as he did so.
Ophelia clung to him as he scooped her up, burying her face in the crook of his neck as she quietly cried. She had just made the biggest decision in her life and she knew she had made the right one. It was time for her to retire, have a real life. She didn't have to be a Lasko forever.
He couldn't think of words to fill in the gaps in their conversation, but he didn't think much needed to be said right then. Holding onto her should say all he wanted her to know. He loved her, more than he probably should at that point, but he did. Whether it was for good or for bad, it was real. More real than anything he'd felt in his life. More real than anything he'd had with his ex and he'd wanted to marry her. That spoke volumes of his feelings for Ophelia.
She sniffed softly, trembling a bit as she pulled back enough to see his face. "Can we go home?" she asked in a small voice. She just wanted to be with him for that night and not worry about what tomorrow would bring.
He nodded a little before reluctantly setting her back down on the ground. Lifting both hands once she was standing on her own, he used his thumbs to wipe away the tears that still clung to her cheeks. "Let's go home." he murmured.