All I Want is a Room Somewhere

This is part 2 in the Loverly series, it can be read independently, but for more perspective on Will and Laurel's relationship, you should read the rest. Feedback always appreciated.

**All I want is a room somewhere**

Will and Laurel looked like an unlikely couple. She was almost 19, lanky and skinny, short shaggy hair bleached blonde by the sun, skin marked by unprofessionally done stick-and-poke tattoos. She had silver rings going through her nose (nostril and septum), and a silver bar in her eyebrow. Her blue eyes were constantly suspicious, as if she was trying to figure out what people were trying to get over on her, but when she looked at Will, sometimes they were large and limpid, full of trust. His steadiness was getting through to her.

Will was 26. His brown hair was kept short, well maintained. His body was tanned and muscled, not from gyms or working out, but from a life spent chopping wood, pulling nets, throwing forks full of seed clams, and working on the water. He would have rolled his eyes at the waste of money it would be to get a tattoo or piercing, and had exactly zero interest in letting some punk get anywhere near him with a needle. His eyes were deep, steady and chocolate brown, and Laurel would get lost in them, pressing her hand against his chest, grounding herself in his heartbeat and his eyes.

He'd only picked up the wayward street kid the day before, though he'd known her since she was 10 (and just as wayward, bratty, impish and stubborn then) when he'd found her as a runaway. At that point in time he'd been 17, living in his truck. When he found her again, many years later, he was married, and she was hitchhiking. This time, however, he was divorced and living in an apartment on his own, and she was wandering the streets. He'd brought her into his home, with the intention of helping her, but it was only a matter of time before his role as her "Daddy" took on a very different twist from just trying to parent a wild teen.

She had already picked up a natural way of leaning into him, and it felt like second nature when his arms went around her. They may have not had much in common, but they understood each other, and fit together almost instantly.

"I have to leave for work around 4." They were sitting on the couch together watching Supernatural, her curled up against him, wearing his Carhartt t-shirt and a pair of his boxers.

"What, in the morning?" She had been marveling at how clean her care bear had come in the wash.

"No, in like an hour."

She sighed, closing her eyes. "What the hell. You work swings then?"

"No, I work tides. I work all different hours. So I'll be coming and going at different times almost every day. Sometimes it'll be similar for several days in a row, but then it'll switch up and I'll have to go at like 2 in the morning."

Laurel groaned. "That sounds miserable."

"It's worth it. I make good money. I work on the water every day. I can pick up overtime basically whenever I want. I like my boss. You can't beat that."

"Aye, aye, Cap'n Will."

He grinned, nuzzling his face into her neck til she giggled. "It's going to be especially nice knowing I have you to come home to after."

She looked up at him, eyes wide and guileless. "When do you get home? Whatcha gonna do to me?"

He nipped at her gently. "I'll be home late. And, whatever I want, I think. Then after I get some sleep, we'll go to Walmart and get you some new clothes."

She wrinkled her nose. "I still can't believe you threw my clothes away."

"They were SO gross. At least I saved your bear."

"Beary Garcia and I never would have forgiven you otherwise." She gave Beary a kiss on his now shiney-clean nose.

Will smiled at her and stroked her cheek. "You're missing the very exciting part about my work schedule."

"What's that?"

He stood, scooping her up in his arms as he did so. She squealed, but didn't protest, hugging Beary to her. "I have a whole hour before I have to leave."

She laughed as he carried her back to the bedroom. "Do you need a packed dinner or anything?"

"Nah, I'll pick something up on the way." He deposited her unceremoniously on the bed, warranting another of her bright, ringing laughs. "I'll leave you some cash so you can get a pizza or some Chinese delivered."

"I feel like a kept girl."

"That's the idea." He pulled her towards him by her ankles, leaning forward between her legs and kissing her. "My baby. Kept here, safe, just for me."

A flicker of something like fear went through her eyes, but he missed it, as he moved on to kissing her neck. She arched beneath him, moaning at the soft touch of his lips on her skin.

"Just for you?"

"Yes, baby, you're all mine now." And his lips began sucking, marking her as his own, beneath her ear where she was the most sensitive.

Laurel whimpered and he pulled his shirt up and off of her, exposing her frame, her soft breasts, noting her ribcage beneath them, thinking how he would do his best to get her filled in and healthy again.

"I'm going to feed you, and keep you safe," he licked her right nipple and then sucked it into his mouth.

"Oh fuck." She moaned, and he nipped at her.

"That's not a very nice word." He switched to the other nipple, pulling now on the right one with his rough fingertips. "Maybe we should work on your potty mouth."

"Wha... what?" She gasped. "You don't want me saying 'fuck'?"

He sat back, rolling both nipples between his fingertips, watching as she arched and moaned.

"Mmm. You're so sexy, baby. You're my princess, now. And 'fuck' isn't a very pretty princess word."

"Maybe I'm not a pretty princess?"

"You definitely are. You're so pretty." His eyes sparkled, as hers fluttered closed. "Do you want to be Daddy's pretty princess? You want Daddy to make his pretty princess come?"

"Ye-yes please, Daddy."

"Are you going to be a good girl for Daddy?"

"Oh, yes sir!"

"Good girl." He grabbed the band of the boxers she was wearing and slid them off her thin hips in a smooth motion. "Now. Let's see if you can watch your mouth."

Laurel's eyes opened and widened, as he brought his lips back to her nipple and his fingers started slowly sliding up and down her folds. He sucked deeply, and she moaned low. His fingers dipped inside her. "Oh, Babygirl, you're so wet for me."

"Yes, Daddy." She gasped raggedly back to him.

He moaned as he sucked on her nipple and she whined as he brought his wet fingers up to circle her clit.

"Oh... oh fffffuu... mmmff" she clapped her hand over her mouth to muffle her swear. He chuckled against her and pulled back to kiss her hand while it was pressed against her lips, as his fingertips kept twirling around her clit.

"That's cheating, baby. Cheating is against the rules." She stared at him over her hand, eyes wide. "Let's try something else."

He knelt between her legs on the floor and put her thighs over his shoulders. He grabbed her wrists in either hand. "Are you ready, Babygirl?"

"Oh my god, I'm so screwed." She gasped.

He laughed. "That's the general idea." Will started licking, first up one side, then the other, dipping his tongue inside her, then fluttering it against her clit.

"OH... oh my- Gosh. Ohmigoshohmigoshohmigosh."

He couldn't help but grin, chuckling into her pussy. "Good girl." He nipped at her. "That's Daddy's good little princess."

"Ohmygosh, Daddy... oh jeez..."

Passionately he kissed her pussy, lathing his tongue against her clit, and sucking it into his mouth. She moaned. "Oh god. Oh Daddy, ohmigaaaawsssh."

He sucked HARD on her clit, not letting up, pulling her firmly against his mouth by her hands and her legs started trembling, shaking against his ears as he continued with unrelenting pressure.

"FUUUUUCK, Daddddeee!" She wailed, and then immediately found herself flipped onto her stomach. She gasped at the sudden absence between her legs.

*SMACK* Will's large hand slapped down hard on her ass cheek.

*SMACK*, *SMACK*

"Oh, oh I'm sorry! I'M SORRY, Daddy! I tried!"

*SMACK*, *SMACK* just as the sting of her cheeks registered, they were roughly grabbed and spread, and she felt Will's tongue again. This time it was fluttering against her asshole, a completely new sensation for her.

"Oooommmmffff" She moaned, face pressed into the mattress. "Oh... oh my goodness..."

Will's talented tongue worked roughly against her tightest hole, as she gasped and whimpered into the bed. He released her wrists, sliding one hand under her to twist her nipples and slipping two fingers into her pussy at the same time. He thrust them into her firmly and steadily, and felt her muscles start to clench around his fingers.

"DA... Daddy!" She gasped.

"Go ahead, baby. You can come. Come for me. Come for Daddy." He pushed his fingers in deep, licking her asshole as she shuddered and groaned, pushing back against him.

"Oooohh... Daddy yesss... thank youuu... oh my gossssh Daddddeee..." her eyes were closed as she ground her hips back on his fingers, and he felt her pussy squeezing and gripping them, as a gush of liquid suddenly poured over his hand.

"Oh, yeah baby. Ohh, that's my good girl. What a good girl. Good job, Babygirl." He kissed either ass cheek, and slipped his fingers out. She lay panting on the bed.

He quickly grabbed the condom he had sitting on the bedside table, ripped it open and unrolled it up his length. He ran his juice-wet hand up and down his now rock-hard, latex covered cock, and slid it inside her.

"Oooh... ooh my goodness... mmmm. Daddy, you're so deep..." Laurel gasped.

A few deep strokes was all it took, along with a murmured "Come again, baby. You can do it. Come again for Daddy." And she was sobbing into the pillow, clenching tightly around him and shaking.

He held her down on the bed and kept driving into her as she kept gasping and moaning.

"Oh... Mmmmm... Daddy... yes, Daddy... oh yes Daddy... oh, oh, ohmigosh, Daddy..."

He lifted her onto her knees, admiring her as she lay face down, ass up on his bed. His long dick slid smoothly in and out of her pussy, and he couldn't help but moan, watching it. "Oh yes, that's Daddy's good girl. Daddy's princess. Daddy's princess has such a sweet pussy for her Daddy. What a sweet little pussy. What a yummy little asshole." He kept murmuring praise to her as she whimpered, thrusting back on him. Holding her back against him, he took some of the wetness from her pussy and started working it into her asshole with his finger.

"Oh god! Oh Fu-" She caught herself. "Omigosh, omigosh. Oh my goodness."

"Take a deep breath, baby." She did as directed, and he wiggled his finger inside. First knuckle. She blew the breath out slowly, and as she did he pushed firmly. Second knuckle. He spit on his finger and kept working it in and out in rhythm with his thrusts. Her thighs were trembling, and she was sobbing into the bed. He listened closely to see what she was saying. "Ohmigoo'ness, ohmigoo'ness, ohmigosh, oh..."

He grinned. "What a good girl. What a good, sweet, perfect girl. That's a'girl. That's daddy's sweet princess. What a sweet ass and pussy she's got. You just take what daddy's got for you, baby, thatta girl." He eased his finger out of her ass and gripped her thin hips as he kept thrusting into her steadily.

"Unngh, you're so good and tight for Daddy. You're gonna make Daddy come so hard. Do you want Daddy's come, sweetheart?"

"Yes, Daddy. Yes." She gasped. She found herself again flipped and spun on the bed, Will had pulled his condom off, and had her head tilted back, his hand supporting her neck as he pushed his cock into her mouth.

At this angle it just took a little turn of her head to accommodate the bend, and he groaned as he sunk balls-deep into her throat.

Laurel's eyes fluttered, and she felt the familiar throbbing between her legs, and she found herself coming again, with just her throat impaled. She writhed, sucking wildly,

"Oh, Babygirl. You take Daddy's cock so well. Are... are you coming, baby?"

Will was astonished. He'd never even heard there were women who could orgasm just by sucking dick, and he'd certainly never experienced it.

Laurel was frantically gagging herself on his dick, moaning and wriggling, rubbing her legs together desperately. It was unmistakable, she was coming with his dick into her throat.

Will reached forward, sliding his fingers between the cleft in her legs, and rubbing her clit quickly for her.

"AAAUUUGGGGHH" She gurgled around him, legs shaking as she ground her face back on him. Will came hard, thrusting into her throat and collapsing forward. She kept him as deep in her throat as she could, swallowing every drop, sucking gently at him as he softened.

"Oh... oh my god, baby." He gasped, eyes closed.

She continued her soft suckling until he pulled her up into his arms, and they lay together, both covered in a sheen of sweat, trembling.

He kissed her, tasting the faint pungency on her lips. "Baby... Babygirl... you're amazing."

She flushed, hiding her face in his chest.

"I am?"

"Oh, yes, baby. And you're mine now. Daddy's gonna keep you forever."

His eyes slowly focused on the clock on the bedside table. "Dangit, I gotta get ready for work."

She wrapped her limbs around him. "Daddy, don't leave me."

He kissed the top of her head. "I'm here for a minute, baby, but I gotta shower, or everyone is gonna smell exactly what I've been doing to you." She looked up at him in horror and he laughed.

"Come on. You come with me, and then I'll put you back to bed."

He helped her to the bathroom, as she staggered on weak and trembling legs. He washed her, and her small, tentative hands slid over his body as well, washing him in return. "We'll skip hair this time. I just washed your hair last night."

"Daddy, I'm sleepy."

"I'll bet you are." He dried himself quickly, and wrapped the towel around her, helping her to bed.

He tucked her in, and sat on the side of the bed, rubbing her back until her eyes closed, and her breath evened. When Laurel was asleep, he finished getting ready for work and slipped out the door quietly, locking it behind him.

After a nap, Laurel woke, and stared around the room. The empty apartment loomed around her.

She got up, her legs still a little shaky from having more orgasms in the past 24 hours than she felt like she'd had in her life.

The apartment felt hollow, empty and scary without Will. She put on another pair of his boxers, and the blue Carhartt t-shirt she'd been wearing before.

There were two $20 bills laying on the kitchen table, with a note.

'Babygirl,

Here's some money so you can go ahead and order yourself some pizza, or some Chinese food. You'll have to get them delivered, since you can't leave the apartment without clothes. We'll go to Walmart when I get home." There was a scrawled heart, and he signed it simply: "Daddy".

Laurel looked at the note for a long time, and then went to the fridge. There was a 6 pack of Rainiers, and she grabbed two, chugging one down before she walked away with the second. The beer relaxed her. She sat on the couch for a minute, looking around the empty apartment.

If only they'd been able to get a place when they were kids, maybe she'd feel comfortable here now. As it was, it reminded her of the apartment she'd gotten with her dad when her parents divorced. She shuddered at the thought.

Finishing the second beer, she cracked a third and headed back to the bedroom. She raided Will's dresser for a pair of jeans, a belt, and socks. She looked in the mirror and frowned.

The utility scissors from the knife block in the kitchen quickly turned the Carhartt shirt into a crop top, and she grinned at her reflection for a second, twirling in her sock feet on the bathroom tile.

Leaving the bathroom, she slipped on her old Doc Martin's, that fortunately hadn't been disposed of with the rest of her clothes, stuffed the $40, along with the note into her pocket, and walked out the door.

6 hours later, around midnight, when Will got home, the door was unlocked, and the apartment was empty.

Beary Garcia was sitting on the bed, but Laurel was gone.