So, here it is. My David Story.

A little background...

I participated in an interactive fan fiction on a friend's site, and my character ended up with David. I spent so much time immersing myself in his music and stories about him (which are hard to find, by the way) that he took over my thoughts for quite some time. I couldn't get him out of my head. He's still in there, rattling doors and opening drawers and such, but he's behaving himself. Mostly.

This story came out as an outlet for me to try to get through my little obsession. I told some of the girls from the other fan fic exercise, and they thought it was hysterical that I got so wrapped up, that I couldn't think of anything but him.

They convinced me to "go public" with the story, so here it is.

I hope you enjoy it. It starts here.

~ Hath

Chapter 31: Beep! Beep!

Wednesday, January 2, 2008

That afternoon, Hath’s family descended on her house to celebrate Christmas. Her brother’s family arrived first, and Joanna led the charge. “Hi Auntie Jen!” she called as she came up the stairs. “Is bon-joe-bee-uncle-david here?”

David laughed and scooped up the little girl, making her squeak. “I am here, bean,” he said, using Hath’s nickname for her little niece,

Hugs and handshakes were exchanged all around, and Hath’s brother pulled her aside. “Is that David’s car in the driveway? Do you know what that is?”

“Of course I know what that is,” Hath said, frowning. “I am older than you, and actually remember riding in that car, and gluing the magnets to the dash.”

John smiled. “Yeah, Dad was pissed about that,” he said, laughing,

“And,” Hath said, pausing dramatically, “it isn’t David’s car anymore. It’s mine.”

John’s eyes went wide. “Holy shit! You mean he sold it to you?”

David came up behind Hath and put his arm around her waist. “Nope,” he said. “I gave it to her; it means more to her than it does to me.”

John just looked at David, and shook his head. He smiled wryly. “I would have made her give me something for it if I were you,” he said.

David looked at Hath and smiled. “She already has, brother,” he said. John rolled his eyes at them and walked away.

A short time later, Hath’s parents arrived. Hath had been watching for them, and went out on the porch when they finally arrived. She watched her father circle the Roadrunner, running his hands over it, and looking in the windows. Her mother was standing back, letting her husband of nearly forty years get misty eyed with reminiscing. Hath saw the shock on his face when he saw the coyote and roadrunner magnets on the dash, and shook his head. When he looked up, he saw his daughter watching him.

“Hi Mom; hi Daddy,” she said.

“Hi there!” John said. “What is this?” he asked, turning his attention back to the car.

“Well,” Hath said, descending the stairs and crossing the driveway to him. “It’s my Christmas present from David. Daddy, this is your car.”

He looked at his daughter with wonder, “I thought it was, but Jesus, how?”

Hath recounted the story about how David had come to acquire the car, and how Jon had pestered him for years to let him purchase it, but how something was always holding David back from selling. She told him of the little box under the tree, and showed him the transfer of ownership. “It’s mine now, Daddy,” she said, and held out the keys, “but I want you to drive it.”

With a slightly trembling hand, John took the keys from his daughter, and pulled her into a big hug. “Thank you,” he said to her, and looked up to see David watching them through the bay window. John pointed at David and nodded. David responded in kind, and they all went inside for lunch.

After all the wrapping paper was cleared away, and the dishes rinsed and stacked in the dishwasher; after Hath’s family had left for the evening, Hath and David snuggled in front of the tree.

“Did you have a nice Christmas, baby?” David asked into her ear.

“The absolute best,” she said, tilting her head back for a kiss. “Thank you. How about you?”

David fingered the charm he wore around his neck. “It’s been a wonderful day. Thank you for letting me share it with you.” He dropped a kiss onto Hath’s upturned mouth, and she sighed and reached up to thread her fingers through his curls. One little tug, and they deepened the kiss. David shifted position on the couch to cup her face while his mouth played over hers. He tugged at her top and pulled it off of her, and she unbuttoned his shirt and opened the sides to rest skin-to-skin against each other. Hath crawled up on David’s lap and straddled him, feeling his hardness through his jeans. She ground against him, making him groan.

Hath shifted back to unfasten David’s pants, and he slid his hands under her skirt to tear away her panties. Hath sunk onto him, and rocked slowly as their mouths fused together. David’s hands anchored her to him, and she thrust her hands back into David’s hair. She broke the kiss to rest her forehead against David’s as the waves of her orgasm approached.

Their eyes locked together as Hath increased her pace, and her breathing became more labored. David thrust up into her, matching the rhythm she had set, and felt himself getting closer to release. “I love you,” he said, looking deeply into Hath’s eyes.

“I love you too,” she replied, just before her eyes rolled back and she groaned David’s name. Her tightening around him was enough to send David over the edge as well, and they rode the pleasure waves together.