After Guinness


by Reccea


Title: After Guinness
Author: Reccea reccea@i...
Disclaimer: Theses characters do not belong to me. However this story does. Don't sue. :)
Archiving: just ask
Feedback: yes please
Characters: Arsenal/Nightwing, Clancy
Summary: Roy and Dick continue their `talk', with a little interruption from Clancy.
Rating: PG 13 (language)
Author's Notes: 1. I want to thank Dannell for the encouragement; Noel- you know why; and most importantly I want to thank Smitty. This story is a direct result of her prodding. So, as I'm prone to say, go worship the Smittywing. 2. This is the second story in the Guinnessverse. If you're wondering why it's a `verse all it's own….well go ask Chicago 3. If you haven't read "Over Guinness" just email me for a copy.



Donna was right. About lust and bikes. Damn her. The ride to his apartment was absolute hell. My thighs pressed against his thighs. My chest braced against the muscles of his back. The small hairs on his neck, the ones not covered by his helmet, under my lips. I'd never wanted anyone more in my entire life.

I could feel his heart beat, not in time with mine but right opposite of it. A constant rhythm of anticipation. My fingers were clenched in his shirt and I couldn't think of anything outside of Dick. His body my horizon, his scent my perfume. I was getting damn romantic about all of it. But then I was still a little in shock. Still unsure of this as a reality but knowing full well I'd never have dreamt it up.

We got to his apartment building and he turned the bike off. He kicked the stand and stood up. My fingers reluctantly uncurled off his shirt. He smiled at me, that way he's smiled at women all our lives. My heart sped up and my eyes went tunnel vision. I got off the bike and followed him into the building.

It was late at night, so I wasn't at all surprised by the empty stairway. I was surprised by the lilting Irish voice that came from behind us when we were halfway up the stairs. "Well hello, Mr. Grayson. And who is that you've got with you?"

Dick whirled around to greet the landlady that I'd only heard about. I turned around too and was a little surprised by the body attached to the voice. "Clancy." Dick smiled at the young Asian woman in overalls. She smiled back and my heart hiccuped down to my knees. She was in love with him, just like every other woman he knew. "This is my friend…"

"Roy Harper," I finished as he gestured to me. I held out my hand and she shook it with an open smile.

"It's nice to meet you, Mr. Harper."

"The pleasure's all mine," I replied automatically, winking at her without thought. I was born a flirt. Her smile widened a bit and I saw Dick's expression darken ever so slightly.

"Well, it's late Clance and Roy and I are getting up pretty early." Dick interjected. "So I'll see you later, okay?"

She nodded, tearing her eyes away from my gleaming teeth over to Grayson's honest face. "No problem. You boys have fun. Need anything just call." She waved and headed back over to, what I guessed was her door. Dick grabbed my forearm and practically pulled me up the stairs. I jogged after him willingly.

The door clicked shut behind me and Dick dropped his keys onto the table next to the door. My heart pounded in my ears and I started thinking of reasons why this was a bad idea, why it wouldn't work. First off, my heart was going to end up trampled on his doorstep. I might never be able to look him in the eye again. His feelings probably weren't as strong as mine. And didn't run as deep.

Dick turned around and locked eyes with me. He took the few steps between us slowly and I pressed myself up against the door. He pressed closer until I could feel him breathe. His fingers reached out and tickled lightly down my sides. Taking time to set each nerve ending off and then they dipped under my shirt. His fingers glided against my waist, rising and falling with each muscle, on each breath. The tips of his fingers tasting my bare skin for the first real time.

I said nothing, was capable of saying nothing. Dick leaned over and kissed me lightly. He pulled my bottom lip between his teeth, just barely scraping it. Not enough to hurt, only enough to send electric shocks up and down my body. My breathing sped up. I tried to open my mouth further but was denied as Dick pulled away from the kiss and focused his attentions on my jaw. He licked my ear and I sagged against the door. Fingers became palms sliding their way under my shirt, slowly pushing it off.

Dick sucked and nibbled on my ear as my breath sped up faster than before. I pulled his head a little closer, my fingers tangled in his hair. He pulled away and grinned at me. I smiled back, in a goofy way I'm sure. But I didn't care; he's got a great smile. And it was directed at me.

His head dipped down and I felt his lips on my collarbone. My heart pounded and my fingers clutched at his hair. I'm usually the aggressor in my relationships. I see girl, I charm girl, I sleep with girl. But not with Dick. Dick was leading this little dance and I was more than happy to let him. If I'd had to be the aggressor we'd never have gotten this far.

He licked his way back up to my neck, his hands tracing the muscles on my back. He tugged me off of the door and I followed willingly. We fumbled into the bedroom and he pulled me onto the bed. Dick kissed me and I pulled my hands out his hair. I tugged his shirt off over his head and then our lips were back on each other. Our hands were roaming and our bodies were reacting to each other in ways that made my breathing stop.

I found a spot on the back of his neck that made him groan. I can't remember the last time I grinned that wide. His motions stilled as I licked his neck lightly. I felt a pressure against my hip matching a pressure of my own. That made me groan as I bit at his shoulder a little. Dick chuckled low in his throat. I looked up at his face and our eyes locked. I knew where this was heading; I wanted it to go there. But I had to know, "Have you ever…" I trailed off. I knew my face was flushed to begin with but embarrassment made my ears hot. Great, that didn't sound stupid at all. Good going Harper.

"No." Dick smiled, this time perhaps bashful. "You?"

"No," I confirmed. "I... You're the only guy I've ever..." "Yeah," Dick's smile changed into a grin. "Me too. There've been girls but you're the only guy."

Which made this infinitely more complicated. "So neither one of us has any experience at this," I muttered.

"I think I've fantasized enough to get it right," Dick assured me. I chuckled quietly at that. "I think we _should_ wait though."

"We should?" My mind went from passion induced haze to complete alert.

Dick sat up and leaned against the wall behind his bed. "Yeah." He kept eye contact with me. "This thing between us Roy, it's been there for a while. And we made it to the first stage tonight. We don't have to take it any further. There's no rush. This isn't going to go away. We should wait, get comfortable with this. Get comfortable with each other. Let's do this right Roy. Let's make this work."

"You just want time to research." I smirked, my humor defense kicking in against my own hopeful feelings.

"You'll like the results," Dick promised, his own humor kicking back.

"I bet I will," I replied. I think there was a hint of resignation in my voice. Dick's eyes flecked disquiet and he reached out and pulled my face to his. He leaned in and kissed me, his tongue dancing against mine.

"You will."



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