After Midnight – Beckett x MC

Summary: Beckett and Clarette celebrate the New Year after the clock strikes midnight.

Rating: NSFW

Words: 3436

Author’s Notes: Sooo… this happened. Complete PWP under a thinly veiled guise of a NYE backdrop. Personal headcanon of Beckett not being a virgin and has nowhere near the experience of Clarette. I don’t even know which timeline to put this in but I hope you enjoy it anyway!. Beckett doesn’t belong to me (unfortunately), but most of the story does, save for a line of canon dialogue. No Beta used.

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“ … 3… 2… 1! HAPPY NEW YEAR!”

The clock struck midnight and Auld Lang Syne cued overhead, signaling the start of a new year.

Beckett and Clarette turned to each other, their cheeks rosy from the champagne, before leaning in. Her arms wrapped around his neck as he held her close, his limbs encircling her tiny waist. Their lips met, tentatively at first, before she tilted her head slightly, allowing him access to her mouth. His tongue slowly snaked out seeking entrance, the feint taste of vanilla on her lips enticing him even further.

Clarette moaned as their tongues danced, each caress causing her to move even closer to his solid frame. His hand slid over her rear, gripping it as he pulled her towards him, his growing erection pressing into her lower abdomen.

She broke the kiss, her eyes closing while she gasped for air. Her right arm dropped from his neck and came down to a rest over his rapidly beating heart.

Taking a few haggard breaths, Beckett closed his eyes and touched his forehead to hers, the world spinning as he fought to gather his thoughts. When he opened them, he found big, chocolate orbs staring back at him, a slight smile playing on her face.

“Happy New Year, Beckett.”

The corner of his mouth turned upwards, before he leaned down and kissed her sweetly. “Happy New Year, Clarette.“

Lifting his head to quickly assess the rapidly devolving party, he looked down at her, holding out hope that she wanted the same thing he did. “Would you, er, do you want to take this somewhere else?”

“Yeah, let’s get out of here.” Clarette bit her lip in an attempt to fight the gleaming smile that threatened to break free. “Any place in particular you have in mind?”

Beckett swallowed thickly, lightly licking his lips before throwing it all on the line. “I was hoping if…” he cleared his throat, face reddening with the question he had been dying to ask her for weeks. “Would you like to accompany me to my room?”

“You’re such a dork.” She couldn’t help the giggle that followed before pulling him down for another kiss. “It’s a good thing I’ve taken a liking to dorks.”

“Oh? So any dork would do?” He teased, pulling her flush against him.

Her eyes closed once more as she felt his hardened length against her, causing desire to shoot through her veins. A familiar ache pooled at her center and she could already feel how excited she was. She drew him down again, sucking on his lower lip before letting it go with a nibble.

“You already know the answer to that,” she smirked as she laced their fingers together. “Lead the way.”

They quickly made their way back to his room, not wanting to waste another moment. He entered the living area of his suite behind her, the door closing softly with a click.

Looking at Clarette’s form in front of him, Beckett thanked the universe that he had a single suite all to himself. Coming up behind her, he swept her long, brunette locks to one side before placing light kisses to the side of her neck, his strong arms encircling her body.

Her head lolled as he gently sucked on the newly exposed expanse of skin, her knees going weak as she leaned on him for support. Turning her head sideways, she sought his mouth as her arm reached up behind her to pull his head down.

Beckett took one hand from her waist and slowly felt his way upward, gliding over the side of her breast. His fingers continued their path at an unhurried pace up her arm, his feather light touch sending shivers down her spine. He grabbed a hold of her hand and turned her to face him, his eyes boring into hers with the intensity of a thousand suns as he placed a kiss on the top of her hand.

“I want all of you, Clarette,” he whispered, his voice tinged with a husky desperation.

She slipped a hand between their bodies, her fingers outlining his aching arousal through the constraints of his trousers.

“Then take me, Beckett. I’m all yours.”

The words unleashed a firestorm between them, his mouth crushing hers as she hung on to him for dear life. A dizzying sensation ran through her as his tongue caressed hers, his hand tangling in her thick mane. She unbuttoned his blazer, yanking it off his broad shoulders and down his arms as she unceremoniously dumped it on the floor.

Breaking the kiss, she frowned at the remaining layers of the three-piece suit he still had on, making quick work of the vest.

“Damn it, Beckett. Why’d you have to wear so many clothes?” She asked, pulling his shirt out of his pants before fumbling with the buttons.

Using the opportunity to catch his breath, he chuckled, “Because I wanted to impress you.”

Halting her progress, she gazed up at him before bringing him down for an unhurried kiss.

“Just to let you know, you impress me every day.” Her eyes twinkled before her attention returned to his shirt, brows furrowing. “But you know what’s really impressive? This damn shirt,” she paused. “Fuck it.”

With a hard tug, she tore his shirt open, buttons flying everywhere.

Beckett was about to say something regarding the loss of one of his favorite shirts but completely lost all train of thought as Clarette’s mouth moved over his chest. Captivated by the gentle bites and the kisses she was placing on his bare skin, he was mesmerized as her hands roamed over his taut muscles.

“I’ve wanted to do this ever since you came to my room for yoga, you know that?”

“I had a sneaking suspicion,” he grinned cockily, eyebrow raised.

She smirked back at him before her mouth wandered across his chest.  Reaching his nipple, she flicked it with her tongue before gently grazing it with her teeth.

His smug expression was replaced with a scrunched brow, the groan escaping him indicative of the pleasure her one little action brought. The feeling surged straight into his groin, his remaining clothes restricting his movement. He threaded his fingers through her hair as she traveled lower; her tongue outlining his abs while her hand moved to undo his belt as the other cupped him through his pants. Pulling the belt out of the loops, she dropped the accessory on the floor, the metal thumping on the ground next to his blazer. Her hands and mouth roved upwards until she looped her arms around his neck, bringing him down for another searing kiss.

Beckett picked her up with ease, his hands on her ass while her dress rode up her thighs. She locked her legs around him as he carried her to his room, their mouths never parting. Closing the door behind him with his foot, he deposited her on his bed, taking a moment to admire the beautiful woman in front of him.

Clarette’s skin heated up as his gaze drifted over her figure, the desire rolling off of him in waves. Never had anyone looked at her with such passion. He kicked off his shoes, covering her body with his, the mattress sinking underneath their weight.

Her hands roved over his bare back, his muscles inadvertently flexing under her delicate touch. Instinctively, her legs widened, allowing him to nestle in between as they continued the exploration of each other’s mouths. She felt him squeeze her thigh, his hand moving up her body, the heat burning through the silken material. His firm grip continued up her ribcage until he landed on her breast, massaging the soft mound which produced a moan of pleasure from her. Lowering the thin strap of the dress, he trailed his tongue along her collarbone before sucking on her pulse point. He moved his attention to her bosom, where he laid kisses on top of the swell of her breast.

She arched towards him, running her fingers through his hair, frustrated at the lack of skin on skin contact.

“Beckett, “she managed with a deep breath, “More. I need to feel you.”

Getting up on his knees, they locked eyes as his fingers toyed with the edge of her short dress, lightly grazing the skin of her thighs. He raised the thin material over her hips as she lifted them, his feverish gaze going over her black, lace underwear as he licked his lips.

Clarette sat up while he pulled the flimsy cloth over her head, tossing it to the side as he leaned forward, capturing her mouth with his. She placed her hands on his broad shoulders, fingertips trailing a path down the front of his torso until they arrived at the band of his slacks.

“Here you are again, wearing too many clothes,” she murmured, undoing the button.

Laughing softly, he guided her back onto the bed, quickly discarding his trousers before hovering over her nearly nude form.

“Will this suffice?”

Looping her arms around him, she brought him closer, their mouths connecting as she delighted with the feeling of his skin on hers.

“For now,” she teased.

A low chuckle reverberated through his body as he returned to her breasts, this time unhampered by clothing. He pressed a kiss to one nipple while his hands kneaded the soft flesh. His tongue flicked at the hardened peak before his mouth closed over it, sucking and licking as she curved into his mouth. He fondled her other breast, rolling the dusky bud between his thumb and forefinger, gently squeezing before taking it into his mouth and giving it the same treatment as the other side.

The sensation of Beckett’s mouth was driving her wild and she could feel the fire coursing through her as his manhood pressed into her thigh. Knowing he was as excited as she was only heightened her arousal; the thrill of him sent sparks throughout her being.

“Clarette, you have no idea how much I’ve thought about doing this.” He stared at her after shifting his weight to her side. His hand trailed south, splaying against her flat stomach. “Is this okay?”

Nodding a silent yes, she held his gaze, her pupils blown wide with unrestrained lust.

Keeping his focus on her face, he slowly slid his hand into her underwear, his fingers gliding along her slickness. She inhaled sharply as her hips bucked, eyes shutting as he continued to touch her teasingly. He ran his fingers up and down a few more times, enjoying her reactions to his actions before slipping a thick finger into her folds.

Her mouth hung agape in bliss as he rubbed her tantalizingly slow, reveling at how good he felt touching her most private area.

Bending over to kiss her hard, he removed his hand, a sound of frustration stemming from her throat. She was soon silenced with anticipation as he slowly pulled the lace underwear down her long legs, his fingers trailing, leaving a tingling sensation wherever he had touched.

“God, you’re so beautiful,” he proclaimed, under his breath, taking in the sight of Clarette naked before him.

She flushed at the compliment, her knees falling open as she bared herself to him.

Lifting one ankle with his hand, Beckett lightly kissed his way up her leg, making eye contact with her as he traced the inside of her thigh with his tongue. She waited with bated breath for his intimate touch, only for him to turn his head to the opposite side and repeat his actions on the other thigh. Once again, they locked eyes, but this time he bowed his head, placing a lazy kiss on her glistening sex.

A blissful sigh left her as he licked her slit, languidly lapping at her juices. She lost all focus as he parted her folds with his tongue, her mind going blank as he explored her center greedily. He continued his ministrations lackadaisically, the tension threatening to overtake her as she squirmed in pleasure. She looked down as he lifted his head, a sexy grin meeting her gaze.

“I love the way you taste. Like pure sunshine.”

He ran a finger down her lips before delving into her slippery core, eventually adding one more digit as he set a steady rhythm. Watching her carefully, her face contorted as he continued pumping into her, her hips rising to meet him as she tried to find the release she was seeking. Lowering his head to her apex, his tongue flicked her clit. He was rewarded with the sound of her screaming his name.

“Beckett!” Her eyes searched his, pleading for him to continue. “Right there, please…” She gasped for air, trailing off in ecstasy.

Her head fell back onto the pillow as his mouth descended on her clit once more, his tongue ravaging her most sensitive spot. Her hand reached down, gripping his hair as she grinded into his face, her climax nearing. Speeding up his tempo, he applied more pressure, eventually taking her pearl into his mouth.

“Oh my God, Beckett!!” Her voice pierced the air. “I’m coming!”

Clarette’s body tensed as the orgasm crashed over her, her inner walls pulsating as she came hard. Beckett coaxed her through the intense sensations as he felt her body still, not letting go until her spasms stopped. Her eyes stayed closed while she caught her breath, opening just in time to lock eyes with him as he licked his fingers clean. Their gaze never broke as he crawled up the length of her body. She pulled him in for a sensuous kiss, fully tasting herself on him.

“That was… wow,” she panted.

“I hope my technique was satisfactory,” he smiled softly, playing off the words he told her during the night of their first kiss.

After a few minutes to gather her bearings, she placed a kiss on his chest.

“If that is satisfactory, I can’t wait to see what you do to overachieve.” A sultry giggle passed her lips as she sat up and straddled him. “But now it’s my turn and I hope you think my technique will be way more than satisfactory.”

Clarette kissed him deeply, her fingers raking through his hair as she lightly massaged his scalp before running her hands all over his toned form. He groaned into her mouth as she pressed her wet heat over the swell in his underwear, grinding down on him. Her mouth mapped out a path as she traveled lower, arriving at his massive bulge. He propped his head up on the pillow, eager to see her course of action.

Rubbing his crotch, she looked at him as she gently squeezed his package, his mouth falling open. With a smile, her face hovered over his hips, her fingers slowly pulling his black boxer briefs over his thickness.

When he finally sprang free, Clarette stared in awe, her jaw going slack.

“Oh! I knew you were big. I just didn’t realize how – wow.” Meeting his eyes momentarily, an alluring grin crossed her features as she bit her lip. “I can’t wait to feel you in me.”

Beckett felt his cheeks redden from her admission, despite him being completely naked in front of her.

“I think it’s the sexiest thing when you blush, you know why?” She asked nonchalantly, glancing up at him while wrapping her hands around his erection.

“N-no. Why?” He was transfixed on watching her hold him.

“Because it makes me think of all the other things that makes you blush.”

Grinning slyly, their eyes stayed connected as Clarette licked his entire length, starting from his base until she kissed his tip. Swirling her tongue around, she took him into her mouth as she sucked on his bulbous head, her one hand gliding up and down his shaft while the other gently cupped his balls.

His breathing grew ragged as she continued pleasuring him and his hands wandered down, holding her hair back so he could watch her take him in. She continued bobbing up and down until she let her hand take over, stroking his arousal. The sight he was treated to was entrancing as she took his sack into her hot mouth, her tongue lavishing attention on one ball and then the other.  He eventually felt the warmth leave his pair, instead returning to his cock as she lathered him before taking him past her lips once more.

“Fuck, Clarette,” he groaned, “you’re amazing.”

He savored the worship she was giving his manhood; the sound of her mouth working all of him was a melody to his ears. Firmly placing his hand on the back of her head, he started to thrust into her, indulging himself as he watched her dainty, little mouth stretched to the limits by his swollen cock. Nothing else in the world seemed to exist as he peaked, his seed flowing down her throat.

Beckett’s head rolled back on the pillow as he closed his eyes, his orgasm leaving him breathless. He was vaguely aware of Clarette letting go of his dick, slowly making her way next to him as she delicately caressed his sensitive body. They laid together, her head on his chest, as her hand rested on his abdomen, her fingernails sending shivers through him.

After a few minutes of silence, he reached over with his free hand, drawing her in for a fiery kiss. Their hands were all over each other, continuing the discovery of their bodies.  He found himself hard again as she palmed him, his steely eyes dark with intensity.

“Condom?” She questioned quietly.

He nodded, opening his nightstand to take out a brand new box, fumbling to open it before she took it out of his hands and pulled one out.

Quirking an eyebrow, she looked at him as she tore the wrapping. “Not opened?”

He ran a hand over his face, a furious flush creeping over him as he avoided her eyes. “I haven’t since being here…” his glanced at her, “I just wanted you.”

She bent over, seizing his lips with hers. “Me, too. On both accounts.”  Leaning over, she nipped at his earlobe before she whispered in his ear, “You have no idea how many nights I’ve dreamt about this.”

Desire rushed through his blood as he watched her roll the rubber down before mounting him, rubbing her soaked box over him. They moaned in unison as she slowly sank down, his rock hard member filling her completely. His hands gripped her hips as she placed her hands on his chest, unmoving while she acclimated to his size.

“Are you okay?” Beckett asked with difficulty after seeing her face twist. “Fuck, you’re so tight.”

She looked down at him, a slight smile gracing her features as a strangled laugh escaped her. “Yeah, I just need to adjust to you.”

Their movements started slowly as she rode him, the sound of their bodies connecting echoing through the room. He watched her on top of him, her breasts bouncing, before reaching up to feel the soft globes in his hands. Pulling her down into a scorching kiss, he clasped her hips as he slammed into her pussy, making her groan into his mouth. He could feel his balls tightening as he continued to bury himself into her.

“Clarette, I’m close….” he said breathlessly.

Leaning back, she kept riding him as she felt her second crescendo of the night coming to a head. Her hand made its way to her mound, her fingers rubbing furiously against her clit.

“Beckett!!” She cried out in ecstasy, rocking against him.

He felt her walls throb around him, her pussy deliciously squeezing his cock as he fucked her through her climax. He sped up his pace, the feeling too good as he came moments later.

Clarette collapsed on top of him, their sweat drenched bodies exhausted. Her breaths were labored and her eyes fluttered shut as she listened to his speeding heartbeat. As she came down from her high, she sighed in contentment, everything happening as it was supposed to be.

Beckett’s eyes remained closed after his intense orgasm, his arms wrapping naturally around his girlfriend. He could feel her heart pounding and the warmth from her attunement seeping out of her aura. Placing a light kiss on the top of her head, he relished this intimacy from his ray of sunshine that had been lacking in his life.

In that moment, all their problems ceased to exist. Nothing else mattered as the outside world melted away, their universe revolving around only each other.