Felicity Pt. 01

"Have a seat at the island you two. Dillon, are you going to college?"

"No ma'am, I have a job lined out after school."

"Oh yeah? Staying close? You know City is going to Clemson?"

"In South Carolina?" he asked, surprised.

"Yeah... Sorry, I thought you knew. Sorry City."

"It's no big, he knew I was going away to college, just never said where."

"Yeah, I will be close," Dillon answered, his expression dark and contemplative now. "Construction at first, then into other things."

"Need me to help mom?" Felicity asked quickly.

"Oh, no, I have it. Just haven't talked to you in a few days. Wanted to get to know your friend."

"Boyfriend," Dillon said, looking down at Felicity from his stool.

"Oh! Well I guess I knew that. City, are you still planning on going to the lake for the Summer?"

"I don't know. My plans haven't changed yet, but I don't want to put a definite on it right now."

"We've talked about her staying," Dillon said, leaning close to her and putting his arm across her shoulders.

"We have, a bit," Felicity agreed.

Her mother turned to her, looking slightly alarmed. "But that's all? Talked about it? You haven't... talked about anything else have you? Clemson is a big deal..."

"No, I know mom. We haven't. He mentioned visiting while I was in college, maybe even getting a job close by. Nothing real yet, just idle talk. Nothing serious. Not yet. You know?"

"Alright. How about after dinner you and I set some time aside to talk, just us?" her mom asked nonchalantly. "Before I have to leave for work?"

"Ok," Felicity answered as Dillons grip tightened on her arm. She couldn't look up at him.

He moved his other hand, putting his fingers under his chin and lifting her face to his. He looked... dangerous. She managed a tremulous smile, but knew he wasn't fooled. He hadn't been fooled at all, not once.

She had to give herself over to him. Convince herself if she was going to convince him.

She looked up at him again, looked at his face at all of the things she liked most about him. His full, kissable lips. His big brown eyes and the cute puffy roll under them when he smiled. His jawline, the soft brown curls that were just a little too long. They looked pettably soft and she wanted to run her fingers through them... She looked at the rest of him. He was tall, but not weirdly tall and slender but not skinny. His chest, arms and stomach were hard and smooth, beautiful. And then there was his cock... and his eagerness to please her in bed. The way he made her feel, the way he made her come for him.

"You two look like lovesick puppies," her mother teased.

Felicity blinked and looked down, blushing. Dillon slid his fingers up her jaw and slid a loose lock of hair behind her ear affectionately.

"How is work going, mom?" she asked breathlessly.

"Busy as always. Mandy is out on maternity leave and they didn't bother scheduling anyone in her place, so the rest of us have to pick up the load. You know. The usual."

"Any fun patients?"

"Maybe. Maybe a guy came in with a zip tie on the base of his... unmentionables. Said he was told it would make him last longer, but he got it too tight and couldn't get it off. Maybe that happened. Can't say for sure."

"Anyone I might know?" Felicity laughed.

"If it happened, it was probably a trucker who was passing through and found himself a lot lizard. Just conjecture of course."

"Of course. Mom always has the best stories. All fiction," she told Dillon with a smile.

"That's my little brother," Dillon said, looking at his phone that hadn't beeped or lit up. "I have to run home real quick, but I will be right back. Felicity, walk me out?"

"Sure," she answered, alarmed. She followed him out to his car and he turned to her, pulling her close as he leaned on the car.

"I can feel things getting off track babe," he said quietly. "I think I have proven that I have no problems taking things in hand if I need to. Do you disagree?"

"No Dillon. You have."

"I feel like you are starting to forget your promise. Thinking about ways out of it. Maybe talking about things you shouldn't."

"I won't!"

"Good. Let's be clear about a few things. You ARE staying here this summer. Do you understand?"

"Umm... ok. I can do that."

"And you are not going to fucking South Carolina."

"But I..."

"Shut up. I said no. I mean no. You can do online courses if you have to, but you are staying here."

"Dillon! I..."

"What have I told you about raising your voice to me?" he demanded through clenched teeth, his grip tightening painfully.

"I understand," she whimpered. "I will look into online... Dillon, please! You are hurting me! I will look into online courses!"

"You don't even need that. I want you to work with me. We'll already be living together. You can help me."

"Ok," she agreed, just wanting him to let her go. She resolved herself to calling the cops the second he let her go.

"Babe, look at me," he demanded.

She looked up fearfully and he looked over her face.

"You realize," he said finally, softly, "that I could take you out to the bunker and keep you there and no one would ever find you. Find us. No one even knows it is there but me."

"I know. You don't have to worry Dillon, I will keep my promise. I'm just... not very good at lying."

"I noticed. Your mom knows it too."

"That's why I wanted to leave."

"Talk to her. Smooth it over. I will be back in ten minutes."

Felicity nodded and he let her go. She stayed against him a moment, then looked up at him and went on tiptoe to kiss him. He kissed her, but it was an angry kiss. He pulled away as she was walking in the door.

Sitting in the kitchen was uncomfortable as she waited for her mom to speak.

"So... he seems nice. Intense, but nice."

"Yeah."

"You seem to like him. I hope you are being safe. I will pick up your scrip, but the pill doesn't stop other things, you know that, right?"

"I know mom. I have it taken care of."

"I can get you some condoms too."

"It's cool mom, I have it. Thanks."

"So. He seems really serious. Really serious for only being around for a couple days. How do you feel about that?"

"Dillon has always been serious about everything. It's kind of who he is. It doesn't bother me, but I won't have an issue telling him to back up if I want him to. He knows that too. Right now it feels... good. To give over to recklessness for a bit before my grown up life starts. If it turns out to be more, I will deal with that when the time comes. If not... it was fun while it lasted. I am just playing it by ear now."

"Well, don't let a fling or a crush change all of your hard earned plans for your future. You have dreamed of Clemson since your father took you there when you were nine."

"I know... but he does have a point about one thing."

"What's that? Hand me that potholder."

"I don't really want to be an electrical engineer. It's just easy because that's what dad is. It's a preset path. I have no passion for it, no drive, I have just been on autopilot. I have no idea what I really like."

"He said that to you? Like he is trying to talk you out of ..."

"City! Your Creeper is here!" Rachel called angrily from the front door.

Dillon came in, his cheeks pink.

"Rachel Elaine! You apologize right now! Rachel!" her mom yelled as Rachel's bedroom door slammed.

Her mom's face turned furious. "City, make sure these don't burn," she said angrily. "Your sister and I need to talk." She marched out of the room and up the stairs.

"You get it fixed?" Dillon asked cooly, sitting at the island stool.

"I think so. Did you say something to Rachel?"

"Not at all. I pulled up as she was walking up. She probably needs some sleep is all."

"Maybe. She went through a scary ordeal. Dillon? I am trying. I know I am not good at pretending, but I am trying. I am trying to find happiness and do all you want me to do... but you can't be upset if I can't do it overnight. I am coming around, I am trying."

"But you are also trying to get out of it. Thinking of ways. Wondering what your chances are if you tell, if you call the cops. Will I get away? Will they find me before I find you? How much do I actually know about laying low and surviving and taking people out in stealth? How much do I know about staying off the grid for decades at a time? How much do I know about what plants can be used, very subtly, to kill people? To make them sick? To blind them? So many things you have to be wondering. Wondering what your odds are with the Barney Fife idiots in this town. What do you think they are, babe?"

"It doesn't matter. I don't intend to find out. I will keep my promise Dillon, I will."

"I know you will. I will make sure of it."

Felicity nodded and moved the food off the stove before going around the island to him. She turned him and leaned into him, laying her head on his shoulder. He put his arms around her possessively and she squeezed him back as hard as she could.

"I'm sorry," Rachel said angrily, coming into the kitchen and throwing herself into a kitchen chair. Her mom followed, still scowling at Rachel.

"Sorry Dillon, she is in a bad mood. She isn't normally so rude."

"It's no big deal. I have siblings. Smells great."

Dinner was painful to sit through. Rachel being grumpy, her mother angry at her sister. Dillon giving her calculating and meaningful looks. She was so stressed she began to hunch in on herself and her anxiety shot up until she was shaking.

"Babe?" Dillon said quickly, noticing before anyone else did.

"City!" her mother said right on top of him.

Felicity jumped and heard herself whimper as she hunched down further. Dillon pulled her up into his lap, pulling her close and tight against him. "I have you babe. You're ok. You're safe. You need to breathe?"

"Twice in one day?" Rachel asked petulantly. "I think the creeper is stressing her out."

"Rachel!"

"What? Mom, he IS. You don't even know. Everyone at school says so and now everyone is talking about her too. Her and him! His brother even says so! Look at him mom! Look at the way he looks at City! Like he owns her. Like he..."

"Rachel that is enough! You can just go to your room and stay there until you feel like being a decent human being again!" her mother yelled angrily.

Felicity started to panic, her vision spinning and pulling back like she was falling. Voices dropped away into blurred, slow motion drones. Everything was spinning and a wave of nausea washed over her.

When she opened her eyes, she was on the couch, her head in someone's lap. It had to be Dillons, the way he was stroking her hair. Her mother came into view and she turned her head slightly to look up at her.

"There she is. Sugarbooger, had you been taking your meds?"

"Yeah mom. I missed one dose on accident, but it was on Saturday. My head hurts."

"I bet. Here, take these for me, this too. One more. I am going to make you an appointment. We may need to up your dose. Twice in one day, you weren't even that bad before you started your meds."

"I'm ok mom. I'm just... finals coming up and moving away and highschool ending. It's all just coming at me so fast and it won't slow down."

"Maybe. Still. It won't hurt to just get you checked out."

Felicity laid there in Dillons lap while he petted her hair and ran his fingers down her jaw. It felt good. It actually felt safe. If she was there, he was happy. If he was happy, he was nice. Her mother was sitting in her chair watching the news and Felicity just lay there, thinking.

She had a plan. School. She could go to the office first hour, tell the resource officer what was happening and he would have cops there before Dillon knew what was happening. They would take him right out of class.

What if they couldn't hold him? What if he got out on bail? What if something happened? Something went wrong?

She had to try though, didn't she? Try and then be prepared for the worst.

She moved closer to him, putting her arms around his waist and snuggling in closer. He held her tight against him, hugging her.

"City? I have to get ready for work soon, I think you should go to bed early. Get some rest tonight."

"Ok mom," she answered softly.

"I should go," Dillon said softly, leaning down to kiss her head. "I'll see you in the morning? Still want me to pick you up?"

"Yeah, please. I will be ready."

"Ok. No, stay laid down, just rest. I can walk myself out. Thanks for dinner ma'am."

"Goodnight Dillon, I will see you later," her mom said politely, but it sounded stressed.

Felicity was still laying on the couch when her mom left, reminding her again to go to bed early. She laid there a while longer, expecting Dillon to come in. An hour passed and he didn't. Another hour and she finally got up to go to bed, she was exhausted and she hurt all over. She half fell into her bed, wondering if Dillon was really going to leave her alone until morning.

She didn't have long to wonder.

"Hey babe, how are you feeling?" he asked, climbing into her bed from the other side where he had been hiding.

"You scared me!"

"You really didn't think I would be here?" he asked with a smile as he leaned in and kissed her head.

"I did. I waited downstairs for you for a long time."

"Babe..." he began, frowning down at her, looking over her face.

"I know," she said quickly. "My head still hurts, I know I look awful."

His face went more serious as he looked her over again, then he gave her a tight smile. "Ok babe. Get some rest, I will stay close."

She sighed in relief and laid down on his chest, snuggling close to him. She had to get through a few more hours. That was it.

As she lay there, she considered. Did he think something was up? Should she do something?

She raised up to her elbow, looking down at him. He watched her face, but he seemed cold to her. Upset. She leaned in to kiss him and he let her, but didn't kiss her back.

"Dillon?" she asked softly, hearing the fear in her own voice.

"You think if you kiss me, fuck me, suck my cock, I will just ignore everything else? Ignore that look in your eye that says you are suddenly calm. You see an end in sight. You have a plan, you've made a decision. A decision that you don't think I will like."

"I don't..."

"Shut up!" he demanded, grabbing her suddenly and flipping her to her back. "Do not try and lie to me. Don't. Don't ever lie to me. I will know. I will always know. Look at me! You thought you would kiss me? Fuck me? Make me so focused on you that I wouldn't see what you were planning? You think I am just another idiot who thinks with his cock? You are so keen to distract me, go ahead. Start sucking."

"Dillon!"

"Now! And keep your voice down. You wake your sister, it will not go well for her. Start sucking. Now. Like I showed you."

Felicity was half panicked as she fumbled with his belt and pants. He was going to hurt her, he knew! He knew everything! He was going to hurt her sister!

"If you pass out again, you will wake up with my cock in your ass," he hissed, yanking her head back to look up at him.

"Dillon!" she whispered, tears falling freely now. "Please! Don't be angry, I can't..."

"Start sucking. That's what you were going to do, right? Suck my dick, make me think you wanted to be here, you want me? Suck."

He shoved her face down to his crotch. She had to try and get his pants down with her cheek pressed against his jeans. She pulled his pants down far enough to take hold of him, but he wasn't all the way out yet. She took his head into her mouth soft and he finally relaxed his hold on her hair so she could tug his pants down far enough. She took hold with both hands and took as much of him as she could into her mouth. It was easier to do while he was soft, but he got hard quickly. She licked and sucked and rolled her tongue over him, trying to please him, make it so he wasn't so angry.

She shouldn't have lied to him. She knew better! She knew she had to convince herself that she adored him right up until the moment she decided to take action. Nothing else would work. She couldn't plan. She wasn't a good enough liar. She had to learn to be a better liar. A better actress.

She tasted his precum and knew he was getting into it. He was enjoying it. She took him further into her mouth, as far as she could. She gagged slightly, but kept pushing, forcing him further and further back. He groaned slightly and it excited her to hear him. She moaned around him and his hands dug into her hair. He raised his hips slightly, pushing himself deeper and she tried her hardest to allow him in, but he pushed her head back. She slipped her lips back up his cock and back down, pushing and turning her head slightly back and forth, trying to work him in.

"That's it baby," he whispered, his hands guiding her head. "Are you sorry? Trying hard to make it up to me? Is that what you want? Beg my forgiveness? Beg harder baby. Show me how bad you want it. Harder. Swallow my cock baby. More. Choke on it. More! Keep going!"

He was shoving her head down as he pushed his hips up, forcing himself down her throat. She mewled and tried to push away, tried to breathe, but she couldn't. She beat on his hips and he finally let her pull back, gasping for breath.

"Don't you dare stop, not until you have swallowed every last bit of my cum. Keep sucking!"

She took him back into her mouth, shaking and trying to hold back more tears. He pushed into her throat again, but let her pull back to breathe before ramming into her again. He took hold of her hair, stopping her from moving, then began fucking her face. He rammed into her hard and fast, making her choke and gag and scream around his cock as he bruised her throat.

When he came, she jerked back in shock and revulsion, but he held her down on him, shooting into the back of her throat. He throbbed in her mouth and she could feel every pulse as he emptied into her. He held her in place until he went completely soft in her mouth, then finally let her go with a shove before fastening his pants.

"How well did that work for you Felicity? Am I distracted? Did I forget?"

"N-no. No. I'm sorry. I'm sorry Dillon. I... will do better. I will."

"You have said that already. Why should I believe you? I took you at your word and you lied to me."

"I will try harder."

"Tell me how."

"I... I don't know. What would you have me do?"

"You tell me, Felicity. Tell me how hard you will try for me. Tell me what you will do."

"I will call my father. Tell him I am not coming, tell him to find another intern. I will spend my summer with you, helping. Learning."

"And?"

"And? And... learning to care for you as much as you care for me."

"And?"

"And..." she swallowed hard, trying to think. She didn't know what he wanted! She wasn't sure if he wanted her to say she would sleep with him, that had seemed to piss him off just moments ago, but maybe? "I will fuck you. A lot. I won't have to try to enjoy that, you are amazing in that way."

"And?"

"I... I don't know what you want? What is it you want?"

"You know what I want."

"I... I will give myself to you wholly. Live with you. Go to Vegas if that's what you want. Let you teach me everything, work with you, spend my life with you for as long as you want me to. We just... We can just go. Now even. I will pack up, leave a note. I am 18, no one can tell me no. Just... leave my family out of it? We leave here and you never come back."

"You will give yourself to me for your family? What about your meds? Your doctor? All of that?"

"You can take me. I know you will take care of me, it's one of the things I really like about you. You care about me, you want to help me."

"You would give up your perfect GPA, college, everything?"

"Yes. You were right, none of that matters. Not if I don't really care about it. What you told me about, the things you want to do, it sounds interesting and a lot more fulfilling than crunching numbers all day and drawing monotonous plans. I want to help you see your dreams fulfilled, be a part of it. When you talk about it, I can see it. I can see your passion for it. I have never had that kind of passion for anything. I would like to be a part of that."