A Night of Comfort

Author's Note: It has been a long time since I wrote my first story. Life tends to get in the way. But here I am, and I hope you, the readers, will like this story. Also, a hat tip to Robertdoc and MeanBlackJack. They are the authors who've inspired me to write.

As always, a writer craves feedback. Please rate the story and send in your comments, regardless of whether you like it or not. Anyway, on to the story.

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"Daniel!" She called as she wore her earrings. "How much time do we have to reach the event?"

"We should leave in 15 minutes if we are to reach on time Ms. Strahovski"

"It's Yvonne", she gently admonished, smiling as she did so.

Five years Daniel Wright had been her personal bodyguard/driver/friend, and he had never called her Yvonne, the consummate professional that he was. Always punctual, always alert, she'd come to rely on him, and trusted him implicitly. He was a good friend too. A man of measured words, she could count on him for an honest opinion on whatever she asked him. She remembered him averting his eyes from her for a week after her first appearance on 'Dexter' and she knew why. And even though she felt bad afterwards, she couldn't help but tease him, asking him if everything was alright with the most innocent face she could muster everytime she saw him look away as if she was evil.

"Ms. Strahovski? Ms. Strahovski?"

That broke her out of her reverie. "We should leave. It's almost... time", he let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding. Daniel was staring with an open mouth, once again trying hard to look away, but not really succeeding. She'd worn a simple midnight blue dress, but paired that with lighter, robin's egg blue earrings, and an elegant, yet unostentatious sapphire necklace. The whole ensemble matched and brought out her clear blue eyes wonderfully.

"Almost, Daniel. Gimme a minute. And it's Yvonne." she grinned, not missing the way he was looking at her. She liked to push his buttons. He always liked to be on time, at times he was a bit compulsive even, and although she was fond of this habit, it was funny seeing him pace as she took her time, finally pushing a stray lock of hair behind her ears as she stood up and said, "Let's go Mr. OCD", smiling smugly while she did so.

They were going to a small party organized for the Dexter cast and crew by the producers as a celebration of the show's ending. They had all put in a lot of effort, and even though the finale had polarized some of the viewership, she was very happy with what they'd achieved. She had initially thought it would be difficult for her to enter a show that was settled, had received critical acclaim, and with a cast that had gelled together very well, but they'd given her a warm welcome, and the past 2 years had been fantastic, albeit tiring. She was looking forward to celebrating and letting her hair down after the gruelling past few months.

The drive wasn't too long, and since it was a low-key affair, Daniel had agreed that backup would not be necessary. Even though her fame had risen considerably once she joined Dexter, she'd never felt the need for any extra security measures. Daniel had been more than up to the task, and she hadn't faced any untoward incidents. They reached on time, and as usual, Daniel kept an appropriate distance, enough to give her privacy to talk, while keeping her in sight so he could reach her immediately. It was an enjoyable evening. Yvonne got to meet her co-stars as well as the cast from previous seasons. The do lasted around 4-5 hours, and it was late by the time they got out, and Yvonne was feeling slightly tipsy. Daniel was there within seconds, escorting her to the car, and it was then that it happened.

A glint of steel that he caught from the corner of his eyes, aimed at his side. On pure reflex, he moved, although not fast enough, as the blade grazed his abdomen. He let out a grunt, trying to shield Yvonne. The attacker recovered. He could tell it was a woman. A crazed fan probably. The blade glinted with Daniel's blood. He could feel the pain at the point where the knife had cut into his skin. He gingerly felt it. It was a flesh wound, not much of a hindrance. He'd taken on stronger combatants while having suffered more severe injuries. The assailant's eyes kept moving towards Yvonne, and he could sense the deep hatred in them. He moved in front of Yvonne, making sure his eyes conveyed that she would have to go through him in order to harm Yvonne. She raced to attack, knife thrust forward, but Daniel was too quick. He caught hold of her arm, and wrung it, forcing her to drop the knife as she screamed in pain.

He let go, saying in a calm yet menacing manner, "Leave now, and Yvonne may consider not filing charges against you. If you don't, I am not averse to breaking a few bones before handing you over to the police". Her ego couldn't take the humiliation, and she charged forward in a frenzy, arms flailing. Daniel, although, was counting on it. Once again moving with reflexes honed from years of practice, he evaded her, used the momentum of the attack against her, and tackled the assailant to the ground. He pinned her there and removed her ski mask, but soon as he did that, she went berserk.

"You ruined Dexter! The day you entered the series was the beginning of the end for Dexter! I hate you! Dexter doesn't deserve you, you bitch! Let me go! I'm going to kill her! I haven't seen a worse actress in my life! A tree can emote better..."

"SHUT UP!" Daniel roared, keeping her pinned to the ground as she struggled. The cops had already been called, but when he saw Yvonne, his heart ached. She had just slumped to the ground, and looked lifelessly into the distance . Making sure the lunatic was restrained, Daniel went to her side, and wrapped her in his arms. No sooner had he done so than she broke down completely. The detective who'd arrived a few minutes later wanted a statement, but he silently implored him to do so after. He understood, but gestured for tomorrow. Daniel nodded and focused back on consoling Yvonne. He slowly helped her up, all the while whispering comforting words to her and leading her to the car.

The drive back home was luckily uneventful, and even though she had stopped crying, he could hear the occasional sob and see the occasional tear wiped away from her eyes. He'd never seen her this weak. In the 5 years he'd worked for her, Yvonne had always been a cheerful spirit. Always with a smile on her face and an active participant in practical jokes, to him, Yvonne was the symbol of pixie-ish charm, even though she was quite tall at 5'11". To see her like this pained him.

"And all because of that fucking loony" he whispered to himself.

"Ms. Strahovski? We've reached home."

"Huh? Oh. ok. Thanks Daniel." It was the first time she hadn't corrected him, and that told him the state she was in. He went inside after her, and looked around the living room for a couch he could crash on. He was not going to leave her alone in the state she was in. He grimaced as he plopped himself down on the couch, remembering the wound from before. He bandaged himself up and went upstairs, looking for Yvonne. He found her in her room, knees folded up to her chest and her chin between them. She saw him and tried to hide the fact that she was crying, but the traces of tears on her cheeks betrayed her.

"Hey Daniel... Thank you. For saving my life. For everything. I don't know what I would... God why is there blood on your shirt??!!" She cried in alarm as her eyes moved downward.

"It's nothing Ms. Strahovski. Minor wound. I've patched it up already. You know you can't take what the lunatic said seriously right? She's unhinged. You can't possibly think..."

"But what if she's right Daniel? What if I ruined Dexter? I keep telling myself that I did a good job, but I've seen the message boards. I've seen the ratings. What if I'm not a good actress and..." Her tears resumed as she broke down again.

He closed the gap between them in seconds and enveloped her once again in his arms. "Shh... It's ok. You're a great actress. Don't think about what the trolls on the internet say. Your fans far outweigh the trolls. How do you think they managed to get so many signatures to extend Chuck? Not once, not twice, but three times! 3 times! I haven't heard of any other show who has such dedicated fans. And why do you think they loved the show? Because of Adam, and Zach, and most importantly, you, Yvonne. You."

It was the first time he'd called her Yvonne, and if she was being honest with herself, the breathy, almost devoted way in which he said it sent butterflies through her stomach. As she looked up and into those green eyes, she was sorely tempted to throw caution to the wind and seal his lips to hers. But he took away that temptation by taking the initiative himself. He leaned in, closed the distance between them, and gently placed a kiss on her lips, silently asking for permission.

As he withdrew, she looked in his eyes, and she recollected all the times he'd been there for her. Always treating her with utmost respect. Always available to talk to, even though he never opened up much despite her persistence. Always managing to make her smile with his deadpan wit. She smiled at that memory as a tear slid down her eyes, and knew what she was about to do, she should've done a long time ago. She kissed him back, gentle yet insistent.

Daniel's heart was hammering a mile a minute when he kissed her. It was a shot in the dark. He had fallen for her a long time ago, observing her at various events. Apart from her penchant for practical jokes and spritely energy, the thing that he was attracted to the most was that she was kind. And her kindness wasn't causally related to anything. She was kind out of the goodness of her heart, and that just made him want her more. And so when Yvonne kissed him back, his heart soared.

The kiss was gentle. He swiped her lips with his tongue, asking for permission, and she didn't hesitate. She opened her mouth, and as their tongues met, the intensity of their kiss increased. But Daniel was more focused on pleasuring Yvonne, to make her forget the events of the evening. Breaking the kiss, he went south, kissing her neck, which drew out a sigh from her. That spurred him on. He found that gentle nips on her earlobe and neck drove her crazy, so he concentrated on that, while simultaneously trying to get the both of them naked.

After a few unsuccessful attempts, he stopped, and slowly undid her dress, revealing her beautiful, beautiful breasts. As he slid his hands up her sides, he couldn't help but marvel how smooth, like a velvety leaf, her skin was. His hands roamed all over her body as his lips tended to her nipple, gentle bites eliciting even more sighs and moans from her. Her hands threaded in his hair as he continued his ministrations, and when she moaned his name for the first time, it drove him crazy. He placed his left hand on her panties, and there was no doubt left as to how wet his actions had made her. They were soaked in pussy juice. He helped her get his panties off, but when he tried to finger her, she closed her legs. He looked up at her questioningly, and she simply said, "You're still clothed."

He took his clothes off, and once again joined her on the bed. This time, she didn't resist. He pushed a finger inside her, searching for her clit, all the while leaving a trail of kisses over her unblemished, goddess-like form. He used his other hand to massage her breasts, teasing her nipples, but not exactly touching them. She groaned as he left her hanging. "Daniel... please... Don't tease me. Touch me. pleaaaseeeee!!"

He smiled as he continued to tease and torture her, just one finger flicking her clit, which was not nearly enough considering the state of arousal she was in right now. He claimed her lips once more, but before she could indulge herself, broke away again and bit her near the nape of her neck, marking her, claiming her, yet not showering her with the attention she wanted, nay, needed. She groaned in frustration once more, and this time he relented. He added a second finger inside her, rubbing her sensitive nub as she squirmed in pleasure. He also pinched her nipple, and then latched onto it, feeding on it as if he had been deprived of it for years, as if he was someone starved, and her nipple was his sole source of nourishment.

She was close. Her body had already begun the ascent to the peak of pleasure since he started teasing her, but now that he was positively ravishing her, she could feel herself getting closer and closer to orgasm, and her moans let him know too. And just in time, he added a third finger and sucked on her nipple so hard that she couldn't help but scream her pleasure as her body bucked and thrashed in pleasure underneath him and she came and came.

He removed his fingers from her snatch and brought them up to his lips, tasting her. "Delicious", he said simply, and then kissed her once again, letting her recover from her high temporarily. Temporarily, because he was not done worshipping her yet. Their snogging session lasted a while, passion slowly increasing once again, Yvonne getting revved up once again. She wanted him inside her, but presently, Daniel had other things in mind.

He broke off their kiss and stared into her entrancing blue eyes, whispering, "Beautiful!", before going down on her. He was determined to eat her out like no one had ever before, to give her the most explosive orgasm he could, and to make sure she knew how much he loved her. And it was then that it struck him like a bolt of lightning. He loved her. He stopped, his mind reeling. He loved her. He gently rubbed her smooth, silky, never-ending legs as he pried them open. He loved her. Slowly kissed his way down from her mouth to her neck, to her painfully erect nipples. He loved her. To her taut abdomen, to her navel, and finally to her immensely hot cunt. He loved her.

But he didn't touch her clit. He teased, kissing the inside of her thighs, ran his hands up and down her legs while he did so, making her writhe, but he didn't touch her clit.

"Daniel... Gawd. Touch my clit! Please!" She wanted him to eat her. She needed him to eat her.

But he wouldn't give in. No. Instead, he started kissing his way lower, paying all his attention to her legs, but not leaving her clit alone, just one finger gently brushing her labia, enough to torture her but not enough to make her cum.

"Oh please! please Daniel..." she sobbed. And when she finally thought that he wasn't going to listen to her at all, he buried his face in her vagina, gently nuzzling her oversensitive clit. A moment later, he parted her labia with his tongue, slowly pushing it apart, bringing out an extended moan from her which drove him crazy. He licked her petals like he was eating the most delicious ice cream he'd ever tasted. And soon, he even brought his fingers in to help, slowly pushing two of them in while he suckled, nibbled and licked her clit, making her moan and sob evermore. His previous ministrations had already brought her close, but now, with him ravishing her clit, she went positively nuts. She was on the verge of cumming, and her moans increased in volume and desperation. He was ready. He pushed another finger inside, nibbled on her clit with just the little more pressure, and used his free hand to squeeze her boob and pinch her nipple. The sensory overload was more than enough to push her over the top.

"Oh God! I can't... Daniel what are you.. Oh Gaaawwwwddd!! I'M CUMMING! CUMMING!!" She thrashed on the bed, the nerve endings in her entire body exploding like fireworks, the pleasure so immense she feared she might faint, but all else ceased to matter as another wave of pleasure crashed over her, making her forget all her fears and drowning her in ecstasy.

Daniel's face was soaked in her pussy juice. Once she came down from her high, he rose up and to her lips, and kissed her. She responded in kind, moaning again as she felt his impossibly hard cock rubbing against her oversensitive slit. Making her cum twice, seeing her bucking in pleasure had him harder than he'd ever been. He teased her yet again, but she wouldn't have it this time. She wrapped a hand around his dick and guided him to her promised land.

He was gentle, slowly pushing himself in so she could get used to him. He pushed his head in, then withdrew, only to push forward a bit more on his next thrust. Soon, he had his member almost completely inside her, and he couldn't believe how smolderingly hot and wet her pussy was, and how enticingly it clenched around his dick like a vise, unwilling to let go, eager to milk all the cum out of him. And if that wasn't enough, when he gazed into her blue eyes, darkened with desire, it was all he could do not to explode right then and there. He knew if he didn't move, that would happen soon enough.

He pulled out, and in the next thrust, jammed himself inside her completely, his groin colliding with her hips. She moaned and arched her back, feeling stuffed with dick. This gave him the opportunity to attack her collarbone, biting her hard enough to leave a hickey. He then started to move inside her with a steady pace, keeping busy by moving his hands up and down her unbelievably smooth skin, nuzzling her neck, and then moving north to capture her lips. She was unbelievable. She was the hottest, sexiest, most beautiful, most amazing woman he'd been with, and her little sighs and moans drove him crazy enough that soon, he was pounding her like a man possessed, like a man whose sole wish was to be joined forever to the goddess that he saw beneath him, like a man whose sole mission was to bring her pleasure. And bring her pleasure he did.

When Daniel started moving inside her, the feelings that originated from her nether regions left her drenched in such pleasure that she couldn't stop moaning. She could sense, as if from a distant island, the build up of another orgasm, tiny at the time, but something she couldn't ignore, like a gentle but incessant knocking at the door, slowly increasing to a hammering until that was the only thing she could feel.

"Oh God Daniel! Don't stop! Fuck me, fuck me! Harder! I'm getting closer! Please Daniel don't stop!!" Her words punctuated by little 'Ohs' in between when he reached rock-bottom inside her. She was getting closer, the familiar feelings rising once again, but magnified this time as his dick cleaved her pussy at a breakneck pace, her moans muffled as he captured her lips. And from the way her clutching cave squeezed his penis, he sensed as well how close she was. To push her over the edge, he brought one hand down to her crotch and started furiously diddling her clit, while his other hand pinched and squeezed her nipple hard, all the while kissing her so her moans were repressed. And it worked.

She went off like a rocket, bucking under him, her pussy gushing all over his cock, squeezing him, and since he hadn't cum at all, it was too much. He couldn't hold back either, giving one final thrust, grinding his crotch against hers, pushing his dick as deep as it would go before letting loose a torrent of cum. He jerked spasmodically as he came, slowing his thrusts before carefully lowering himself on her, and adroitly turning them so she was on top.

As he pulled out, they both let out a sigh, spent but sated. Normally, he could've gone once more. But nothing about the night's events had been normal. He was still worried about Yvonne, but he was determined to be there for her, so that they could get through this together. Or at least he hoped. His mind started wandering, but his body was exhausted, and soon enough, sleep claimed him.

Yvonne had similar feelings coursing through her. He'd been there for her. Always had. And even now, lying in the crook of his arm, resting her head on his chest, hearing his steady heartbeat made her feel so safe. She liked the feeling. Smiling to herself, she got up, rummaged through their discarded clothes, and put on Daniel's shirt, and laid back down beside him, pulling the comforter over them. But she wasn't prepared for when Daniel, who was already half-asleep, kissed the top of her forehead, gently rubbed her back, and said, "Goodnight Yvonne. I love you".