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 35: New Year's Day

Thursday, January 10, 2008

Hath woke early, before David, and pulled on her robe. She trailed a hand down his cheek, and set out to find coffee. She managed to find the kitchen on the second try, and walked in on Ali and Tico, sharing a steamy kiss.

“Sorry!” she said, as she started to back out of the room.

The pair laughed. “No worries, Hath, “Tico said. “You disappeared just after midnight; everything okay?”

Hath blushed, and Ali threw an elbow into her husband’s ribs. “TICO!” she said. “Jesus, man, don’t be so dense.” She looked at Hath, who was still trying to compose herself. A hand had crept up to hold the neck of her robe closed, and Ali felt badly for her. “Hath, don’t answer that. My husband is a man, and therefore he has no tact.”

“That’s alright,” Hath said. “Actually, with everything that’s been going on since we arrived, I forgot one important thing.” Hath approached the couple, and looked at Ali. “Con su permiso?” she said, opening her arms, and Ali nodded. Hath enveloped Tico in a hug, and his arms involuntarily wrapped around her.

“What was that for?” he asked, when Hath stepped back.

“That was for the beautiful drawing you gave me,” she said. “I will treasure it always.”

“I’m glad you like it, querida.” He kissed Hath’s cheek. “You’re entirely welcome.”

“Get yer mouth off my woman, ya bahstid,” David said from the doorway. He had woken when he reached for Hath and encountered only empty space. He had smiled, remembering their lovemaking from the night before. He was going to miss the hell out of her when they went back on the road. Speaking of getting back on the road, he looked at his watch and groaned. They were heading back to Boston today, and he needed to get his ass in gear if they were going to make their flight. He strolled into the kitchen to find T kissing his girl, and pulled out his best Claven to complain.

Hath laughed and floated across the kitchen to David. Kissing him soundly, she said, “Oh, that was hardly a peck. You should have come down a couple minutes sooner.” She winked at Tico and Ali, and went to pour herself a cup of coffee. David just stood there, with a stunned expression on his face.

Ali took pity on him. “Hath! You’re so bad. David she’s talking about walking in on us when we weren’t expecting her.”

“You bitch!” he said to Hath, laughing. Hath stuck her tongue out at him in response, and everyone laughed.

Tico just shook his head. “You guys act more like an old married couple than we do,” he said.

“That may be,” Hath said, smiling across the kitchen at him. “I know I feel like I’ve known him forever.”

“Ditto, babe,” David answered.

“Ooh, such a romantic,” Ali teased. “So,” she said, changing the subject, “how long can you stay?”

“Not much longer I’m afraid; I have to be back at work tomorrow,” Hath said, “and David is going back to spend some time with his kids before leaving for, wait, don’t tell me.” Hath’s eyes rolled upwards. “Japan, right?” David nodded. Hath continued, “so we have a flight leaving,” she looked at her watch, “shit, in an hour and a half to head back to Beantown, and David’ll fly home tomorrow morning.”

“So, we should probably get packing,” David said, winking at Hath. “You won’t believe all the shit she brought for one night.” He rolled his eyes at her.

“I didn’t hear any complaining last night at the party, or afterwards,” she said, blushing.

David grinned. “Nope, no complaints; just busting your ass.”

“Now who’s being a bitch, baby?” Hath said smilingly.

“You know you love me,” David said.

“I know.”

After an uneventful flight and trip back to the house, David and I dumped our stuff, and I listened to my messages. There was one from my mom, inviting us over to watch college ball with my dad, and to stay for dinner. I looked at David, and he shrugged. “Whatever you want, babe,” he said. So we went.

My brother and his family were there, and the TV was on in the living room. “Are we watching the Cotton Bowl?” I said, as we came in.

“And hello and Happy New Year to you too,” my dad said. “And no.”

“You’ve gotta put it on,” I said, kissing his cheek. “Happy New Year. We gotta call the hogs.”

My mother came up from the cellar. “What on earth are you talking about?” she asked.

I explained all about calling the hogs, and dad switched channels. They were not doing well against Mizzou. Not at all. Oh well, we could still cheer on our team, so we did.

Joanna sat on David’s lap while we grownups talked, and it was so sweet, seeing how he was with little kids. From what I’ve seen, he’s a wonderful father, and kids are generally good judges of character, so that fact that Joanna trusted and liked “bon-joe-bee-uncle-david” right off the bat only proves the point.

We settled down to a simple dinner of rigatoni and homemade sauce, garlic bread, sausage peppers and onions, and salad. David stared at the table. “How many more people are coming?”

My brother laughed. “None. Ma only knows how to cook for an army,” he said, earning a smack on the back of the head from his wife.

“Be nice,” she said.

After dinner, we headed out; we were still tired from the flight, and David was leaving in the morning for a month and a half. When we got home, no sooner had we shut the door behind us that David was dragging me down the cellar.

“Where are we going?” I asked.

“I’m not letting Bill have one up on me,” he said. I just looked at him, puzzled. He saw my expression and grinned. “He played something new for you. I’m going to do that, too.”

When I tried to speak, he stopped me with a kiss (that works every time). “Please,” he said. “Just come and listen.”

So I did. I sat next to him on the piano bench, and watched as he ran a few scales to limber his fingers, and he launched into an achingly sweet, soft melody. I watched his face, and the look of utter concentration, the little head shakes he made as he kept time with the music, were just beautiful. His fingers danced up and down the keyboard, and stroked each key as gently as he stroked me.

His shoulders hunched a little, and the melody became louder as he hammered the keys harder. It wasn’t sweet anymore, but rough and guttural and, I don’t know, sensual. It made me feel like I did when I’d walked in on Tico and Ali that morning – like I’d interrupted something incredibly intimate. The music softened some, teasing with little tinkles of the higher octaves. I felt my heart quicken as I watched his fingers striking the same keys over and over. This was absurd! I was totally turned on by this music.

Finally, there was a grand crescendo, and David stood, pouring all his energy into banging away at the keys, his muscles bunching and releasing, and I swear to god, I was wet just watching him. My heart was pounding, and my pulse racing, and when he finished and turned to me, I was flushed.

“Whoa,” I said to him, my breath a whisper.

“So you liked it?” he said, panting. His eyes took in my state, and smiled a wicked grin. “Better than Bill?”

“Hell yeah,” I said, and pounced on him. His ass hit the keys with a comical *plink* as I kissed him with all the heat his piece had risen in me. David wrapped his arms around my waist, and turned us so he was sitting on the bench, and I was straddling his lap. He held the back of my neck with one hand while the other worked at the buttons of my blouse. I could feel his erection pressing into me, and I started rocking against him.

David ripped his mouth away from mine to groan my name, and I pulled him roughly back to me. I wasn’t done kissing him yet. I don’t know that I ever would be. Frustrated with his lack of progress with my shirt, I helped, tearing it open, and worked on getting his shirt up and over his head. I pressed into him, and ran my hands over his shoulders and up and into those glorious curls. I grabbed hold and angled my head so I could thrust my tongue deeper, and ground against him harder. I was going to explode any second now, I could just feel it. David released the catch on my bra, and when my sensitized nipples met his warm chest, that was it. I arched and screamed into his mouth, and I’m pretty sure I ruined my pants. His too.

* * * * *

By this time David was in agony. He needed the release that only being buried inside this woman could bring him. When Hath peaked, he could feel the dampness through their clothes and it was the most erotic thing he’d ever experienced. He swallowed Hath’s scream and held onto her as she trembled. He stood, bringing Hath with him, and unfastened her pants, shoving them and her sopping wet panties to the floor, where she kicked them away. He pulled at his own trousers, and managed to get them all the way to his ankles before sat again, and brought Hath down onto him. Hard.

Hath called out David’s name as her eyes rolled back and her head dropped. David caught her inches away from banging her head on the piano. He chuckled which made him twitch inside Hath, and she responded by coughing discreetly, her walls clenching around him. David gasped and grabbed onto Hath’s hips, urging her, begging her to ride him. She happily complied, and David’s vision swam. When she ran her fingertips lightly over his Joker tat, reminding him of the first day she touched him, he hissed her name.

Hath looked into David’s eyes. “I love you,” she said, and brought her head down to kiss him. She ground harder on him, faster, until David’s arms were steel bands around her waist. She broke the kiss to sink her teeth into the muscle of his shoulder, and David exploded inside her, crying out her name.

“God, I love you, woman,” he said hoarsely, as he pumped his seed into her.

“I know,” she said, smiling. “So,” she continued. “Are you going to make me a recording of that song?”

“Hell yeah,” David said, laughing.

“What’re you calling it?”

“In Love With A Goddess,” he said simply.

Hath, with tears in her eyes, curled into David’s chest, and sighed.