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elizaviento · 5 years

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Manipulation (part 14)

Note: Oh, here’s an update. Finally.

NSFW -- 2550 words

(FYI: This story is a sequel/companion piece to Assimilation, which can be found in the Rick Fic Masterpost link in my blog’s description along with additional chapters of Manipulation. Or, you can click the #manipulation tag in this post, within my blog, to access all additional chapters.)

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As she stood from the booth, her legs resembled that of a newborn fawn as she took a moment to steady herself before gracelessly exiting the restaurant. She was insistent that I not assist her and I smirked as she wobbled on those ludicrously high heeled shoes. But, I followed close behind and made quick work of pulling her to the side as soon as we were away from prying eyes.

“What about my car?” she asked when I pulled out my portal gun and triggered the green swirl in the alleyway. I just tossed her a look as if to say ‘are you fucking kidding me?’ before taking her hand and leading her through.

From the look on her face, she had expected to step out in the soundproof cave of my bedroom or even the garage.

“This is my place,” I clarified. Instead of questioning me, as I could clearly tell she wanted to, she politely waited for me to continue. “I – I bought it before I left thinking – thought I wouldn’t be gone th-that long.”

Glued to the spot, she took a tentative look around the small and humble living space, her eyes finally landing on an old framed photo on the coffee table. It was a photo she had taken during the Christmas season, almost fourteen years prior, of the entire family. Summer was a toddler and Morty was only a few months old. She had him perched on her hip, standing between me and Jerry. Summer was latched to my leg and Beth was on my other side with her arm around my waist, smiling down at Summer.

Plucking the frame from the table, she seemed to study each face individually. Stepping closer, I peered at the photo from over her shoulder, taking my own trip down memory lane.

“I – uh – I thought you looked so pretty that day. I felt – made me feel like a – like a dirty old man.”

Placing on hand on her left shoulder, I used the other to sweep her hair over her right. In response, she shivered slightly as I trailed my tongue up from her shoulder to the soft spot behind her ear.

“Why didn’t you move in here when you came back?”

That question was unexpected and for a second, I balked. “I dunno. Guess I – I didn’t want to.” In fact, I hadn’t really even considered moving into this house when I finally felt it was time to saunter back into my daughter’s life. Huh…

Resurfacing from introspection, I noticed that she was still studying the faces in the photo when I snatched it from her hand and tossed it on the nearby armchair before turning her to face me. Her expression, the one I’d seen a thousand times, proved to me what I had suspected – she was thinking way too hard.

“Stop t-thinkin’ – analyzing everything,” I whispered, dipping my head to kiss her, running my tongue over her bottom lip. Opening up, she allowed me to sweep inside, threading her hands behind my neck.

Fuck, she was an excellent kisser. Her tongue rolled and wrestled with mine for dominance before giving in entirely as I pushed my fingers through her hair. And, before I knew it, she had pressed nearly every inch of her body against mine; literally grinding her pelvis against the hard on already straining the inseam of my slacks. When I pulled back to gently suck on the sensitive skin of her neck, she arched her back – applying more pressure to my aching cock – and tilted her head to grant me easier access.

“My god, Rick,” she sighed. “You make me so fucking wet.” My eyes rolled back into my skull and I issued an involuntary groan at the utterance of her filthy confession before nipping lightly along the column of her neck. “Were you really jealous before?” Her voice was breathy, each word punctuated with labored pants, and my lips and tongue and teeth continued to assault her flesh.

“Fuck yeah, I was,” I confessed, mumbling against her skin. She moaned and dug her hands in my hair, encouraging me to continue. “Th-the thought of someone else – I-I-I was ready to rip that asshole’s dick off.”

Had those words really left my mouth? Since when had I become so willing to admit anything of that sort?

Then, she laughed. “Trevor isn’t an asshole. And, he probably would’ve liked that. He told me and he’s into some kinky shit.”

Just then, I realized that this woman in my arms had lived an entire life after I’d left and I suddenly felt something knot in the pit of my stomach that, for once, wasn’t the booze threatening to expel from the orifice that had consumed it.

Pulling back to look at her face, she only laughed harder. “You still cackle like a chicken, ya know,” I commented before asking, “How well do y-y-you know that guy, anyway?”

“He’s an old friend. His fiancé, Jared, was on the force with Chris. That’s how I met him.” At the mention of her deceased husband, the knot in my stomach grew. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to hear the rest, but I remained quiet and she took that as her cue to continue.

“We kept in touch through text and email after I moved. When I got back, I told him how I wasn’t exactly keen on returning to my old firm here and he suggested that I try to branch out on my own. He’s building a house to surprise Jared. He wants to have it finished before they get married and offered to contract with me for the architectural plans.”

As she talked, I stepped away from her to sit on the sofa to absorb and contemplate; my mind ticking a mile a minute as I imagined her in social situations with people I didn’t know and didn’t give two shits about. Why was it so bothersome? Why did it slightly irritate me, the idea of sharing her time with anyone else?

You already know the answer to this, you dumb fuck – jealousy. Jealousy. JEALOUSY.

“Can I ask you something?” she asked suddenly, startling me. At some point, she’d ambled to the couch and sat down, unbeknownst to me. Thankfully, I didn’t give myself away physically, keeping the stoic pose I’d assumed several minutes prior.

“What – yeah, sure,” I replied, forcing my gaze from shifting in her direction.

“Did you know what I would see in the inter-dimensional goggles?”

Welp… you saw that one coming from a mile away.

“Not – uh – not exactly, but I had an idea.” When she remained silent, I finally chanced a glance at her and continued. “You saw us – them… fuckin’, right?”

“Right,” she nodded, her expression neutral, as if we were having a completely normal, run of the mill conversation.

“Yeeeah. Happens a lot.” Raking a hand through my hair, I leaned back and sighed; preparing myself for the follow up questions.

“Happens a lot in that dimension, or…” she trailed off.

“In an infinite number of dimensions. Of course, it’s – uh – a little different in each one.”

“She’s cheating on Chris,” she said, more to herself than to me. I shrugged in an effort to display how inconsequential that fact was in the grand scheme of things.

“Those – t-t-those Ricks don’t stick around home much. For – uh – obvious reasons, I guess.”

“That’s why you didn’t recognize Chris when we were –”

“Yeah,” I interrupted her, not needed – or wanting – her to complete that sentence. “They aren’t around him when I’m watching.”

“So, we just fell into some cosmic trap, huh?”

“No such thing. We – w-w-we just like screwin’ each other.”

I could see her reasoning for thinking that we were ‘destined’ to become fuck buddies, but there was no use in lying. The justification was flimsy, at best, and only served to sooth a guilty conscious. She didn’t seemed perturbed, though, as I saw her smirk from the corner of my eye. However, she was silent for a few minutes that stretched on for a few years before continuing her interrogation.

“When did you know? About the others, I mean.”

“I’ve known for a while,” I confessed, pulling my flask from the breast pocket of my lab coat. The metal scrape of the cap as I unscrewed and the slosh of liquid, a familiar comfort as I tipped it to drink. A second later, I extended it toward her, touching the cool metal to her bare upper arm in offering, to which she accepted. Only this time, she seemed to have prepared herself and only coughed slightly before taking another healthy sip before handing it back.

“There – uh – there’s dimensions where we – they started fuckin’ almost as soon as she turned 18,” I began. “I-I-I don’t kick around those much. It’s… uncomfortable.” The woman on the couch beside me choked out a strangled laugh and I couldn’t imagine the associations she was making. But, she waived her hand in the air in a gesture for me to continue.

“There’s dimensions where it – it happened later. How much later depended upon ran-random factors. A – uh – a big one is when or-or if I leave.”

“You could have had me before you left.”

“I know, baby,” I acknowledged, tilting my head against the back of the sofa to stare at the ceiling. Recalling her adorable yet surprisingly subtle flirtatious that she probably didn’t even realize way back then creating a warm flush in the center of my chest. “You – y-y-you were so perfect. I couldn’t ruin that.”

“And, what happened with Unity?”

Sighing, I took a larger gulp from my flask and continued –

“I – I thought – ugh – I-I-I thought it was happening for me then.” Leaning forward, I hid my face in my hands and groaned. The humiliation and guilt crashed into me like a tsunami wave. “W-w-when I saw you on that filed – I – I should’ve know. Fuck!”

“Rick, it wasn’t your fault,” she comforted, scooting closer and placing a hand on my back in an attempt at a soothing gesture. “I know that. And, nothing happened. I still haven’t recovered all of the memories but it was clear from what I do remember that Unity didn’t actually want to… you know,” she finished, unable to actually say the words. “It was manipulation, pure and simple. Neither of us are to blame.”

Her words were utter bullshit and I groaned again, wishing for her to shut the hell up.

“You’re a good man, Rick.”

Then, there was the rustle of movement as she rose from the couch to stand in front of me. When I finally gathered the courage to look up at her, she shuffled forward and pushed my legs together so that she could stand directly over them. Automatically, my hands flew to her hips in an unconscious bid to keep her there as she raked both bands through my hair, lowered to straddle my lap and scooted forward until we were chest to chest. Settling her hands on my shoulders now, she bent her head to sprinkle kisses from the crook of my neck up toward my jaw; her lips fluttering across my skin in a way that had me stifling a whine of pure need.

“I’m not good with feelings and I’m certainly not good with talking about feelings –” she started, moving to the other side of my neck and continuing between kisses, “– and I don’t expect you to reciprocate. But, I adore you, Rick. I have since the first moment I met you.” Hitching a breath, my hands migrated from her hips to her knees before gliding up her thighs. “And, no one has ever made me feel as good as you do. No one has ever made me cum so fucking hard.”

“Christ,” I replied in a shaky whisper, moving my hands higher up her thighs until I reached the lace of her panties, hooking a finger under the tops of each side. “T-t-take them off. Right now,” I commanded.

Quickly, she rose to obey and as soon as the offending garment was discarded, I grasped her hips and slammed her down on my crotch, thrusting upward.

“Rub – grind that pussy, baby,” I growled in her ear, rotating her hips in my clothed erection. “I want you – w-w-want my pants soaked, understand?”

“Yes!” she cried as I continued to thrust upward, the pressure on my cock increasing to a maddening degree.

“Oh, t-that’s it, sweet girl. Just – juuust like that,” I praised as she undulated her hips. Her hands were clenched on my shoulders – almost painfully – for leverage as she ground harder and harder; smearing her wetness across that slack covered bulge real nice. “Mmm, my dick feels slick already,” I crooned, kneading her ass roughly. “Lean back for me. Let me see.”

Lifting the hem of her dress, the obscene sight of wet spot she’d left on my slacks coupled with the furiously blush staining her cheeks made my head spin as raw lust clouded my conscious mind. “Baby –” I whispered directly into her ear, “– you’re so perfect. Keep – don’t stop.”

And, she appeased me, grinding and swirling her hips as I pressed upward again and again and again until we were both breathless.

“Rick – ohh! Rick, I’m gonna cum,” she moaned, screwing her eyes shut in concentration.

“Yesss, my good girl. Make yourself cum. Let – l-l-let me see those eyes when you do, yeah?” Leaning back, she locked her eyes with mine, the connection so intense it was nearly too much. “Oh, that’s it,” I encouraged, leaning in to place a quick kiss to her lips, never breaking eye contact. “Make yourself cum on my pants, baby. Get them nice and soaked for Daddy, huh?”

“Oh god!” she screamed, digging her nails into my shoulders so hard, I grimaced. But, fuck, it was a beautiful sight – this woman unraveling right before my eyes. Then, as the climax that had triggered the flood I had demanded she leave on my pants began to ebb, sweat trickled from her temples and rolled between her tits as she caught her breath and leaned forward to rest her head on my shoulder. Her breathing was ragged and her body trembled slightly when it occurred to me –

Daddy? What the actual fuck, Sanchez?

I had never assigned that moniker to myself, even in the throes of passion, with any other lay. In fact, I had witnessed countless Ricks referring to themselves as ‘Daddy’ and scoffed, finding it utterly cliche. Yet, here I was – succumbing to the same song and dance rippling out through the multiverse. The phrase ‘cosmic trap’ resurfaced in the back of my mind and I suppressed a bitter laugh.

Well, fuck me...

To be continued...

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