In The Dark – Beckett x MC

Summary: Beckett can’t get Clarette out of his head and he deals with it in one specific way.

Rating: NSFW

Words: 1109

Author’s Notes: This takes place after Chapter 4, based off of Beckett waiting for Clarette to walk back to their building together. Beckett doesn’t belong to me (unfortunately), but the story does. Thanks to EVF101 and @mygeekycorner for the beta help!

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“Beckett, I know a few ways I could make it up to you.”

Those were the exact words Clarette had told him. Sure, she said she was kidding – “mostly,” but the whole night she had been flirting with him. Or at least, what he thought was flirting. He had called her inept earlier in the day, but right now? He clearly was the inept one.

Thinking back over the last three days, he had no idea why she would even be interested in him. His behaviour had been nothing short of reprehensible, that he knew. Unless she really was toying with him… but she didn’t seem to be the manipulative, daddy’s little girl type that he grew up around.

Finding that picture of her as a baby lying on the ground had shaken her up, despite her attempt of brushing it off like it was no big deal. Even though her room was on another floor, he walked her back to make sure she got home safely and bid her good night with an awkward pat, instead of the instinctive hug he almost gave her. Her smile and gratitude, combined with the over the shoulder look she gave set his pulse racing, their eyes locking for a moment longer than what would be considered normal before she disappeared into her suite. All the events of the day had continued to replay in his mind, which brought him to where he was now.

Beckett let out a frustrated sigh as he ran a hand over his face. Here he was, lying in bed late at night, thinking about Clarette.

It was official: He was spinning.

What did she mean she’d make it up to him? He knew what she was implying, but was she even a little bit serious? And if she was serious, did that mean she was thinking about him the way he thought about her?

Swallowing hard, he remembered how her delicate fingers traced over his chest, playing with the lapels of his blazer before toying with the buttons on his shirt. He swore he could hear the echo of his heartbeat down that deserted hall and was sure she could feel it too. At that moment, he felt that familiar twinge shoot through his member, although he did his best to suppress the reaction and instead focused on unlocking the hidden door.

Clarette had looked up at him with such promise in her eyes as she lightly bit her lip. The subtle scent of vanilla orchid that was distinctly her flooded his memory as he thought about the close proximity of their bodies. His eyes shuttered with thoughts of her perfect, pouty mouth dancing in his mind, wondering if her lips were as luscious as they appeared. How would they feel pressed against his own? How would they feel wrapped around his hard cock?

His eyes snapped open as he found himself short of breath. Even though the room was cloaked in the cool darkness, it felt positively stifling. He could still feel the heat of her fingers through his shirt from earlier and it sent a wave through him, his manhood hardening.

Inhaling deeply and relaxing, Beckett licked his lips as his eyelids closed once more, this time one hand slipping under the sheets. He grabbed himself before running his hand repeatedly over the growing bulge in his boxers. He envisioned Clarette’s fingers from earlier, not stopping at his chest, but going lower – much lower. That teasing smile on her face as she outlined his package before squeezing him through his trousers, all the while pulling him down for a heady kiss. She’d somehow undo his belt buckle, unzipping him as her hand disappeared under his clothes, exploring his length with her dainty fingers. A guttural sound formed in his throat while he pictured her palming his thickness, before wrapping herself around him.

He kicked his boxers off, groaning as he took his dick into his hand. Running his fingers over his staff, he imagined Clarette dropping to her knees in front of him, easing his cock out before licking his tip, as he rubbed his thumb over his head. His hand started stroking up and down slowly, the thought of her taking him into her mouth consuming him. He could see it now; her head bobbing back and forth as he fucked her pretty, little mouth with his big, thick cock. Tangling his hand in her long, brunette locks, her chocolate eyes would connect with his hazel grey ones as she pumped her hands up and down his shaft, her mouth working in tandem.

His hips started to raise off the bed as his fantasy became more vivid, the idea of her tonguing and sucking his erection causing his hand to move faster. A throaty moan escaped from his lips, joining the sound of his fist sliding over his rock-hard member in the otherwise silent room. He could almost hear her moans as he thrust into her hot mouth, her free hand caressing his sack.

Beckett’s eyes screwed shut as he felt his balls tightening, his body aching for release. The feeling of his building orgasm spurred him on, his hand moving at a frenetic pace. His mind wandered as he continued jacking himself off, wondering how it would feel to slip into Clarette’s soaking wet core. He had no doubt she would fit him like glove.

“Fuck,” he grunted, breathlessly. Thoughts of pounding her into oblivion as she screamed his name overtook his senses and it wasn’t long until he was chanting “Clarette” as he climaxed, his seed spilling over his lower abs.

A fine sheen of sweat covered his body as his racing heartbeat continued to ring in his ears, his cock still twitching from the intensity of his orgasm. The cool air pricking his sensitive skin was a stark contrast to the heat that was radiating off of him as he lay silently still in the dark. He blinked lethargically, failing to focus on anything except for the relief he had just experienced. He honestly could not remember the last time he came so hard.

Beckett exhaled sharply as he started to come down from his high, the tension in his body gone for the time being. A lightheaded drowsiness settled over him, making his eyes drift shut as exhaustion slowly crept in. His breathing slowed, returning to normal as the minutes passed by in the late hour. His mind lulled; thoughts of that damn temptress who had constantly been on his mind were shelved as he finally succumbed to the sleep that had been alluding him that evening.