Kiss Me in the Dark

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Summary: “Touch me like you’ll never let me go…”

AUTHOR: Catw00man
EMAIL: catw00man@cryptoffic.com
RATING: NC-17
CHARACTER: Jamie McMurray/DeLana Harvick, Jamie POV
PROMPT: Taming the Muse #74 (#49 for me) - Nowhere
COMPLETED: December 22, 2007
WORD COUNT: 3,332
DISCLAIMER: I own NOTHING and am affiliated with NO ONE mentioned here. Not the drivers, not the teams, no one. This is all fiction and fun. In other words...NOT REAL, NOT REAL, NOT REAL. ;-)
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This fic was done by request for Christmas 2007. The premise? Just some Jamie and D lovin’. This may eventually be worked into a series but until then just enjoy! Also te title is from the song at inspired this fic, "Kiss Me in the Dark" by the Randy Rogers Band.
AUTHOR'S NOTE2: Thanks to Zippit for the awesome beta on this.
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Watch as the sun finally sets over the horizon from my place on the couch and jump to my feet to grab my hard card and keys.  Head out the door of my coach and bounce my way over to my rental car, checking my hair in the dark windows before sliding in and starting it up.  I’m not exactly sure why I always wait for the sun to set, but somehow it’s become our unspoken meeting time, and considering we can’t meet up at the track….

For her, I’ll take whatever I can get.

Shoot one look back towards the coach lot and then start to make my way out of the track for the night.  Staying here isn’t an option for either of us, and not for the obvious reasons.  Sure we aren’t ready to be found out yet and sure there are no secrets in the garage.  But that’s not why we can’t stay here.  It’s the memories that chase us out week after week and have us searching for a new secret hideaway. 

I wouldn’t even dream of asking to stay in her coach, not for as long as they were there together.  I’m not even sure if he’s still staying there.  I haven’t bothered to ask because…it still doesn’t feel like my place even after everything that’s happened.  So that leaves her coach off limits and mine, I can barely even find a way to sleep in mine.  Somehow it seems like the memories, few as they were, are everywhere and alive in vivid color.  I could never be with her there, not when it would feel like he was watching our every move.

Finally make my way through the tunnel and out of the infield, waving to security as I pass.  Reach into my back pocket for the directions I printed out earlier to the “seventh closest hotel” and can’t help but smile.  I asked her once why it was always the seventh closest hotel and she just responded with typical Harvick sarcasm, “What do you expect me to do, pick the 26th closest?”  I didn’t even bother to argue.  She can do whatever she wants because I’ll follow her anywhere.

Wait in traffic to get on the highway and for a moment I can’t help but think about how this all happened, how we both ended up thrown together by a common pain no one else could understand.  None of it should have ever happened, not with me, not with them but…is it really possible to resist a hurricane?  I heard him called that once and I still can’t think of a better description. 

He really is like a force of nature that pulls you in against your will and hides you in the eye of his storm where he’s the only thing that matters.  He’s like an addiction that works its way inside until you can’t imagine taking a breath without those green eyes watching your every move.  But then, when you aren’t looking, the clouds can break, the storm dissipates, and you’re left with nothing but aching devastation in the wake of his storm.

It was in that shared aftermath that we found each other.

I know I never should have gone to her, but at the time I didn’t know where else to go.  I’d always assumed it wouldn’t last but…when I was faced with it, I still fell apart. She was always so kind.  And she always understood.  So one night I ended up at her door only to find her with tears staining her face. 

And I had no words.

I don’t know what I really expected, coming over to her house, but this wasn’t it.  I didn’t even understand at first until I saw the letter, so much like mine, and his ring clenched tight in her hand….  I didn’t believe it.  Not at first.  Leaving me I understood, part of me always saw it coming.  I could even imagine him somehow leaving him too but leaving her.  I couldn’t even begin to fathom that.

In the end he always went back to her.  It was their little arrangement.  She over looked his dark side and he was always loyal to her, as far as women were concerned.  I kinda guessed he was loyal with his heart too but now, I’m not so sure.  But I’m not really so sure about anything anymore.  He was the one that was never supposed to leave and somehow…he left us all.

Check my directions again and then take the highway exit that leads directly to the hotel.  It’s a Double Tree this time, not that I really care.  It could be a Motel 6 or worse and it wouldn’t bother me.  Not if she was waiting for me.  Turn into the parking lot, find a place to park, and then reach across the seat to grab my navy “Banana” jacket.  It should be nondescript enough not to draw immediate attention, not that I care too much.  Besides, year that I’ve had, I don’t really see myself getting mobbed no matter what I’m wearing.

We both fell apart that first night.  I’ve never been a match for a woman’s tears.  One glance at her hand fisted tight around his ring and I remembered the key in my pocket that he always kept with him.  A look to her matching “Dear John” letter and it was all too much.  I lost it too and I’m still not proud of that.  But maybe, in the end, it was a good thing.  Shared adversity does ease the pain, right?

Head into the hotel and walk straight past the check in counter.  I have no need to stop.  I know exactly where she is, where she always is.  I don’t know how she does it but every hotel we’ve been to she’s made sure to get room #126...and I don’t have to ask the reason behind that one. 

I’m still not exactly sure how it turned from comfort to more because a relationship was the last thing I was looking for.  And with her?  Just the thought made me feel guilty.  Even if he left she was still his wife, I was still his ex, and it was all too messed up to even think about.  But it happened.  One night after bottles of Chardonnay and endless conversation…we kissed and from there it was a landslide neither one of us could stop.

Finally reach the room and I’m literally bouncing on my feet.  It’s been almost a week since I’ve seen her and that’s almost a week too long.  I hate how our schedules are and I hope that one day we don’t have to hide in secret.  But not now.  Now all I care about is being with my beautiful Princess again.  Knock on the door and it opens instantly to reveal nothing less than a goddess who’s obviously been waiting for me. 

Eyes go wide as I take in the sight of her, too stunned for a moment to even move.  But she always has that affect on me.  Blue eyes sparkle devilishly as her long blonde hair falls over her shoulders but she knows that’s not what has me thunderstruck.  Her shirt is completely unbuttoned and I suck in a breath as my eyes are glued to the sight before me.  She sure as heck better not answer the door this way to anyone else.  Feel myself grow completely hard as each beautifully erect nipple is enclosed by gold clamps with dangling emerald and gold chains.  Her breasts are also connected by a fine gold chain that I know will make her squeal when I tug on it.  Undress her with my eyes and I know what I’ll find underneath her black slacks.

And I can’t wait.

Paralysis broken I move forward suddenly and take her into my arms as the door clicks shut behind me.  Kiss her deeply and without a word she tells me everything as her body presses against mine.  Move her backwards into the dark room and before I know it she’s already stripped me out of my jacket, leaving it on the floor as we head for the bed.  Never in my life have I been with a woman so wild and she’s awakened things in me I didn’t even know existed.  She has her kinks, and I know where she probably got them, but I don’t care.  I know even without the breathy sound of her voice whispering my name that she’s with me and no one else.

Spread her out on the king size bed as she tears my polo over my head and tosses it across the room.  She’s bathed in moonlight from the open curtains and I’ve never seen a more beautiful sight.  Reach up with both hands to flick and tug at the dangling charms and relish the gasp she makes as the clamps bite down a little harder on tender flesh.  It took me awhile to understand her desires but the fact that she’s trusted me with everything…it makes me love her all the more.

Lean over her more and flick my tongue over the tips of her swollen nipples as I tug lightly at the chain connecting them and her squeals of desire are music to my ears.  Feel her hands in my hair and for once it doesn’t bother me at all, not with her.  She has me wrapped so tight around her finger she can do anything to me she wants.  Nights like this belong to us and I wouldn’t change a thing.

Slide up her body as I start to undo her cotton pants and kiss her deeply again.  I swear I could just kiss her all night.  But after few moments she’s squirming and bucking up against me and I know exactly what she needs.  “Hold on, Princess,” I whisper in a husky voice as lust-filled blue eyes stare up at me.  Times like this she has no patience and if I’d let her she’d have me pinned to the bed and already be riding me to oblivion.  But I want more than that and I know just how to stall for time.

Unzip her pants and move back to slide them down her beautiful legs, sucking in a breath as I toss them aside.  She didn’t even bother with the thong tonight.  No, just as I’d hoped she’s nothing, but bare, smooth skin and more forbidden jewelry that makes my mouth water.  Before her, I’d never even seen a clit clip, but after watching what it does to her I swear it’s has to be one of the most amazing inventions ever.  Trail my gaze over the swollen, pink flesh bared for only my eyes to see and lean over her to flick the large emerald dangling over her throbbing clit with the tip of my tongue.

“Oh Jamie, Sweetheart, yesssssssssssssssssss,” she cries out and tries to grind up against my face but I pin her thighs down with my hands as I spread them wider.  Run my tongue over the length of her swollen lips and her whole body shakes under my touch as I flick the delicate dangles against her skin.  I know from experience this jewelry gets her all wound up just waiting for me and I don’t intent to torture her long…but she is so gorgeous when she’s writhing around like this.  Slowly bathe every inch of skin with my tongue and then dive my head lower to taste her sweet essence.  I swear I’ll never, ever get enough. 

“J-Jaaaamie, please,” she gasps at me as her manicured nails lightly scratch at my shoulders and I can taste her desire on my lips.  Reach up and tug lightly at the charms hanging from her nipples as my thumbs caress the tender flesh and then lunge forward to suck at her clit at the same time.  “Jaaaaaamie” she screams even louder and I lash my tongue over heated flesh, sucking harder and harder as I tug sharply at the gold chain between her breasts.

Her scream is music to my ears and the taste of her is pure heaven.  Rest my cheek against her thigh as she shakes and trembles hard, low moans slipping from her lips.  Feel her start to calm and only then move to blow over her heated flesh and watch as shivers seem to run through her at the delicate caress.  Another moment and I can’t hold back my desire a moment longer.  I need her and I need her now.

Slide off the end of the bed and toe off my shoes as I slide out of my way too tight jeans.  Another instant and she’s leaning down to help strip me from my boxers, the look in her eyes telling me she’s more than ready for more.  Harvicks.  Its gotta be something in the name.  Press her back to the bed and there’s no waiting now, not that she’d even want me to.  Slide into her in one slow motion and, ohmygod, she’s just so, so perfect.

Hot, wet heat around me and how did I ever, ever think I could give this up?  They showed me things, different things, dirty things, taboos I never dreamed and I got so lost in it all.  I needed something, needed to not be alone, and I swear the hurricane swallowed me whole.  But this.  This is where I belong.  Push into her deeper and feel as she clenches tight around me over and over and I start a slow rhythm as I stare down into her eyes.

Her hair is all mussed, golden strands shimmering in the moon light so it’s almost like a halo around her beautiful face.  Her lips are swollen from our kisses and I can’t help but lean down for another sweet taste.  Rock my hips and slide in and out of her slowly, wanting her desire to build again but I swear it’s no time before she’s pushing up against me and begging for more.  Grind my hips down against her and see her eyes widen as the clip rubs against her tender flesh and it just makes her wilder.  China doll she isn’t and I’ve finally come to see it.  She wants to be fucked as much as she wants to be loved and I swear I’ll give it all to her.  She doesn’t even have to ask.

“Jamie, yes, more, pleeeease,” she cries out and I tug hard at the chain connecting the nipple clamps as I thrust into her harder.  Hear her squeal in delight but at this point I can barely even focus.  Her heat around me is driving me insane and I’m already starting to lose my mind.  Feel her hands run over my chest, over and over, and God I love it when she does that.  Soft fingers trace my abs and I swear I’m so close to losing it.  Feel her hands slide up my chest as her eyes bore into mine and the pinch she gives my nipples sends sparks running through my body.  Grind my hips against hers as I thrust into her so I’m rubbing the clip against her clit and that’s all it takes to send her screaming over the edge again.

And I almost lose it.  Hell normally I do, but tonight I want to give her more.  Lean down and wrap her in my arms until her shaking subsides and then slowly roll us until I’m on my back.  Slide my hands over her back and it only takes a moment for her to gauge my intentions and the smile she shoots me takes my breath away.  Watch as she pushes herself up, hands spread on my chest, and then slowly start to rock over me, riding me slowly.

Oh god, did I really think I could take this?

“Oh God, DeLana yessssss,” I groan as I throw my head back and tremble with desire.  Watch as the emerald charms dangle and sway from her breasts and the sight alone is almost enough to send me over the edge.  Moonlight caresses her glistening body and I swear she does look like a goddess in this light.  I’ll give him this, he did do one thing right.  A Princess like her does deserve to be adorned in gold and jewels.

Feel her fingers curl against my chest as she starts to speed her actions and her eyes dilate with desire.  I know the instant it all starts to build in her again by the way her breathing increases and catches as I reach up and cup her swaying breasts.  Run my thumbs over the tips of her over sensitive nipples and know she’s going to end up sore, but from the look on her face I know she’s not going to mind.  Tenderly fondle her with one hand, and slowly slide the other down her body and over her smooth stomach.  With what she doing to me I’m not going to last much longer and I’d give anything to bring her crashing over the edge with me.

Finally slide my hand lower and position it so she’s rubbing against my thumb as she rides me and her breath catches again almost immediately.  Watch as her eyes go wide and feel her nails scratch at my chest.  Squeeze her breast in my other hand and, ohgod, that’s it.  Muscles tight and fluttering around me as she screams out in pleasure….

And I’m lost.

Call out her name as her body wrings the pleasure from mine and it feels like it’s never going to end.  Shockwaves pulse through me as she receives all I can give and I pull her into my arms and into my kiss.  Soft and slow as my body trembles and shakes until I almost feel like I’m going to fall to pieces.  But she pieces me back together, just like she always does.  Soft touches against my face and over my hair and she draws me back to her waiting arms. 

Hold her close for a few minutes, just basking in her touch until finally urging her to sit up.  Every touch is amplified and over sensitive for us both so I make my touch even more delicate as I carefully remove the clips from each nipple, giving each a soft kiss as I do.  Then I take her in my arms and roll her to her back as I slowly slip from her and move down her body.  Gently remove the third clip and set them all aside before running my tongue feather light over her folds to sooth the ache that remains.  Then I slide up her body and do the same to each breast before cradling her in my arms.

I know from experience she’d give me more and I know in the past she’s probably gone all night long.  But I’ve never needed that.  This is what my heart craves more than nights of marathon sex.  Maybe I’m too sensitive or “girly” like some of the guys like to say, but I don’t care.  Snuggling up with her in my arms like this is more than I’ve ever dreamed.  Feel her shift slightly as I pull the covers up around us and tell her softly, “It’s okay, Princess.  I’ve got you.”

Feel her smile against my skin and it’s only then that she starts to completely relax.  Glance around the dark hotel room as I pull her closer and part of me wishes we didn’t have to sneak around.  But does it matter?  We could be somewhere else but nowhere could be as perfect as this.  I swear under the cover of night her skin talks to my soul, and I can live with that forever if that’s what it takes.  She finally put my heart at peace and for that I’ll give my Princess anything.

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