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for bucky.

[ She should really be heading home.

It’s the same thought she’s been having for the past hour — everybody else had filed out long ago, the hour hand on the wall ticking past eight. The museum had been closed three hours past already; she was sure to hear it from her mother for being late again to supper. It was not like Daphne to be late anywhere, save for the acceptable tardiness when one was being fashionable, or giving the host time to freshen up.

But she likes her job, and she really doesn’t mind the tasks handed to her; she’s the youngest of the curators, after all, eager to prove her worth.

Even if not absorbed in her work, she would think anything of a creak, or a shuffling noise in the distance. Maintenance came in at night, and old buildings make all sorts of noises.

None of it registers, until she shoulders her purse and flicks the lights off. A rustle, followed by a thud. In the dim hallway, she casts her eyes over toward the open door to the director’s office.

Something stills her from moving forward, but she calls out anyways, because it’s nothing, naturally, just another weekday night — ]

I’m heading out now, Dr. Porter. I’ll see you in the morning.

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Neither do I. I only know you.

( Things come to him in strange ways - scraps of knowledge, languages, how to fight and shoot. He doesn't know how he was taught these things but he knows them. He doesn't know who he is but he knows that he will protect Daphne with all he has. )

[ Her heart and stomach tumble in unison. He can probably sense it. Daphne, who is very rarely without words, is momentarily speechless. Her cheeks flush. ]

Well, [ she begins, slowly, creeping her hand toward his, tracing over his knuckles. ] We can figure it out together, if you would like.

I want to. I can protect you now. We have to get moving, though, because I need to get you to safety before we can stop for the night.

( It is only an hour or two more, he thinks, but parked in the open they are vulnerable and he needs to protect her. )

You can touch me while we drive if you need to.

[ Well, none of that is agreeable! ]

I don’t want to move. I want you to knot me again. [ And she can be very persuasive, turning over to give him her most sad doe eyes. ]

I want that too but we are in the open where we can be found. I need you safe first, omega. Then I’ll knot you as much as you want.

( It hurts him to tell her no and he chances leaning in to kiss her. He does not know if he has kissed anyone before but he wants to try with her. )

[ His lips meet hers with a sort of tentativeness. She’s careful at first, mindful that this moment is delicate, but progressively kisses him deeper, not pressing for more but taking her time in enjoying him.

It’s a good compromise, though some slick freshly coats her thighs. She whimpers. ]

( The kissing feels good and he extends it, sliding his hand through Daphne’s hair and cradling her head as gently as he can. He doesn’t want to break the kiss but he has to in order to talk to her. )

Will you get ready for us to go further so we can be in a safe place? When you’re safe, I’ll give you everything you need.

[ Their breathing is harsh to her ears. She ducks her head as he speaks, face tinted, and acquiesces without a fight because it’s what he wants. As far as dressing goes, her pantyhose are a hopeless cause, only worthy for the bin now, and she does make him help her in dressing because she’s still a little woozy with heat when she tries to sit up. It takes longer than it ought to for them to start driving again. ]

( He gets them on the road again and when they’ve gotten on their way, he reaches over with his left hand and squeezes her thigh. He can smell heat rolling off her and he doesn’t know how much restraint he can have; he needs enough to get to the safe house. )

[ Daphne may have relented quickly, but it had been an ordeal getting her into the front seat, between the redressing and how she pled for kisses when he strapped her in.

She’s trying to be patient now. Patient and good. She really is making a valiant effort, but after a while, the arousal is tortuous, and she’s squirming, rubbing her thighs together in a poor attempt for relief. ]

( He can see Daphne squirming when he doesn't have his eyes on the road and he lays his left hand on one of her thighs to hopefully give her some contact and make her feel better. He wishes it was his right hand but that isn't possible in this vehicle.

He can smell her. )

We'll be there soon, I promise.

[ She can smell him, too, thick in the air conditioned space, beautiful and tempting, not helping matters with the slick leaking a puddle between her thighs. She whines her understanding, high-pitched, and jostles, reaching forward to mess with the air vents. When that doesn’t help, she goes for the window. ]

( His voice is harsh when he speaks even if he doesn't mean for it to be. )

No window. It isn't safe when you smell like this.

[ The rigidity in his voice causes her to flinch, cowering from the command, and instead press her forehead to the cold glass, a hand pressed down against the flat of her stomach, cramping horribly. ]

( He knows nothing about how to do this, only his instincts, and he doesn't like it when she flinches away from him. He also doesn't like seeing her in distress.

He rubs the inside of her thigh with his left thumb. He knows the metal won't be soothing but he hopes the gesture in general will be. )

Soon, all right? I want to protect you.

[ At the touch, her hips lift, automatic, craving. She didn’t expect it to be so agonizing still, especially now knowing what awaits her when they get there... but there it is, a thin line of slick slipping down her leg. It’s all she can do not to scream with the heat boiling under her skin, fire between her legs.

Feverish, she does what she can only think to do: bunching her skirt up her hips, spreading her thighs, the evidence of her heat leaking out of her freely. She drags her fingers through it and hisses. ]

Soon. I will have you somewhere safe very soon and I will knot you again, I promise.

( Smelling her like this and seeing her in agony is terrible and he just wants to pull over and fuck her again. )

I can’t wait that long, Alpha, [ she warns, her head knocking against the headrest as she brushes her knuckles against her clit, her cunt puffy and wet. If he won’t take care of her, at least not yet, she’ll have to take care of herself. She has plenty of experience with that, though it seems particularly lacking now. ]

( He doesn't begrudge her this, knowing that heat must be hurting her terribly. He slips his left hand up as high as he dares on her thigh just to reassure her that he wants to be touching her and simply can't right now. )

Do what you need. We'll be there soon.

[ It’s nice, that cool metal on her overheated skin, encourages her as much as his permission to start rubbing at herself, wasting no time. She starts with her eyes closed, but turns her face when she slips a finger in, then another. ]

( Nothing ever distracts him but this distracts him, the thick scent of her in his nose, and he glances over more than once to watch her fingers working against her cunt. )

Only a few more kilometers and we will be somewhere safe. You can be safe.

[ There’s no telling how fast they’re going. Daphne can’t keep her eyes on more than him, can barely keep her eyes open to start with, much less the speedometer.

Three fingers is her preference, one foot braced against the dashboard while she fucks herself fast the way he had fucked her, crying out with every upward thrust. ]

( It is difficult to stay on the road when she's doing this, when he can smell her so sweet and thick in the closed-in space of the car. The safe house is off a smaller road and up a steep driveway; everything to make it more difficult to get inside.

When he's able to shift the vehicle into park, he reaches over so he can undo her seatbelt and gives her a kiss. )

[ The bumpy road is not exactly conducive for what she’s doing, and when they stop, she could weep for joy. Throwing caution to the wind, she pushes him back and slithers over the center console that divides them and into his lap, pressing kisses to his mouth, hot with her hunger. ]

( He has very little idea of what is good and what is great, especially as it comes to this, but when Daphne slides into his lap and starts kissing him again, he slides his right hand under her skirt to touch her.

She's slick, so slick that his fingers glide against her easily, and he works in two of them while he touches her in an attempt to give her what she's been craving this whole time. )

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