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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      House_M.D.
  Relationship:
      Robert_Chase/Original_Character
  Additional Tags:
      BDSM, Alternate_Universe, Directedverse
  Series:
      Part 2 of Directionless
  Stats:
      Published: 2007-04-11 Words: 2012
****** Change of Direction ******
by Aris_Merquoni_(ArisTGD)
Summary
     In a universe where most everyone is a dom or a sub, learning you
     don't fit into the category you thought you did--or maybe not even a
     category at all--can come as a shock. Chase had such a moment.
Notes
     Many, many props to
     [[info]]
damned_colonial for getting my dialect moved to the correct part of the globe.
This story (as Directionless) takes place in the universe created by [
[info]]helenish for her SG:A story Take Clothes Off As Directed.
Robert stepped back and surveyed his handiwork with a smirk. "How's it feel?"
Dani tugged at the rope around her wrists and tried to unbend her legs. He'd
put her on his bed face down with her arms crossed behind her before he'd
started tying; she couldn't get any leeway to squirm.
"Not bad," she finally said grudgingly. "How long does it take to get out of?"
Grinning, he grabbed the correct loop, flipped the end back through, and
tugged. The complicated bind unwrapped itself and the hemp hissed across Dani's
wrists and ankles without complaint.
"Nice." She propped herself up on her elbow. "You'll have to teach me that
one."
"Sure thing," he said. He dropped the rope on the bed and flopped down next to
her as she started pulling the line through her fingers.
"This is really nice stuff," she said. "Your next sub's gonna love it. Where'd
you get this?"
He shrugged. "Dad's got a couple of reels of the stuff."
She nodded, and stared at her hands. Then she pushed herself to her hands and
knees and crawled off the other side of the bed, still dragging the rope.
"Okay, my turn. Get over here."
Rob followed her, over to the side of his bed where his floor was still mostly
clean. The side of his room closest the door was a fortress of dirty laundry,
sports mags, soft drink cans, and other targets for unwary feet. Dani kicked
his cricket pads further under the bed and nodded at a clear space by the
corner of the frame. "Okay, sit down and cross your arms behind your back."
"Are you going to just ask your sub to do that?" he asked as he sat down and
did as she instructed. "Or are you going to trick her into the right place and
then get out the rope?"
"That's my problem," Dani said, flushing slightly. "You're going to cooperate
so I can practice these knots. Lean forward a bit."
The rope went around his wrists four or five times, crossing his hands enough
to keep his shoulders pulled back, slightly uncomfortable. She strapped him to
the bed's frame, wrapped the end of the line once around his waist.
He could smell her hair as she leaned forward, grass and sweat from football
practice, and he jerked back a bit as he realized with a sudden tug that the
snug sensation of the rope around his waist felt... real, suddenly, more solid
than he'd ever noticed when they'd practiced like this before, and the pressure
she exerted on the cord around his wrists was pulling him backwards again, and
he felt suddenly very exposed, like he'd been prepared for some kind of
sacrifice. He attempted to pull his wrists apart surreptitiously, found he
couldn't move his hands at all. Actually couldn't. She could do... well,
anything to him, and he couldn't do more than kick back, a little.
He was aware, sharply, of his erection pushing sideways in his pants, painful.
He didn't want to think about that. He tried not to wince.
"Nothing across the chest?" he asked as she finished tying the knot at the
small of his back, trying to put it from his mind.
"Nah," she said, perching on the balls of her feet and grinning at him, eye-
level. "See, this way, if she's wearing a button-down shirt," she plucked at
the front buttons of his, "she can't stop me from taking it off."
Her fingers pressed down against his breastbone, and he hissed on the inhale,
and then tried to stop breathing, because breathing seemed to be what was
causing the fluttering feeling somewhere behind his ribs, and he was certain
that Dani could feel it there with her hand pressed the way it was. He looked
up, and she was staring at him, a weird expression on her face, hand unmoving.
"Yeah," he finally said, then had to inhale again, and it didn't sound right at
all. "Yeah, uh, couldn't stop you."
"Yeah," she said, quiet.
His lips tasted funny, which let him know he'd licked them; he hadn't been
aware of the motion. Dani was staring at him, still, and then she very
carefully leaned forward, tilted her head, and then her lips were pressed
against his, just brushing, and he couldn't see because he'd closed his eyes
but he could tilt his head back and press against her mouth and her hand was
still on his chest but her other hand came around and grabbed the back of his
neck and he tried to reach up and hold her but the rope around his wrists held
him tight and the moan he made startled both of them, and she sat back fast
enough that she fell over sideways, catching herself with her hand and looking
wide-eyed at him while trying to catch her breath. His breath. Trying to catch
his breath. Oh, fuck.
Slowly, she got to her feet, then knelt, straddling his legs, hands on his
shoulders. He hoped she would kiss him again. It burned up and down the back of
his brain like wildfire. Her hands moved slowly to his collar, pulling apart
the next button on his shirt, before she asked, "Do you want this, Rob?"
The words came out in a tumbled breath, "Oh fuck yes Dani please--"
She gave up on his shirt, fumbled her own pants off and then tugged at his. He
slid down as far as he could until the rope chafed at his waist and his
shoulders were killing him, and she sank onto him and oh fuck so hot so tight
and she wouldn't let him move and her lips were on his and he had to let her
had to submit to her oh God so hot--his feet scrabbled for purchase on the
floor and she dug her fingers into his hair and said "Stop moving" and he
stopped right where he was, left leg bent foot flat and right leg out at an
angle, she had his shirt off now and was biting along his collarbone and he
kept not being able to move his arms and wanting to hold her and offering his
chest up nipples bit teeth tongue ahh so good so good, her lips back on his her
tongue can't fight her control her hands the sweat taste oh fuck salt in eyes
blink back pain shock grinding hips and oh shit her mouth on his forehead
benediction can't think stop going to she hasn't said permission fuck want to
follow that bright bright spark upwards arching her teeth her breath her
whisper "Come for me Rob, I want you to" bright bright burning GOD--
Sweat in his eyes. Blink. Shoulders hurt.
Dani was sitting next to him now, legs wrapped around his waist, under the
rope, and her arms around him, under his shirt. He groaned and tugged on the
rope, and this time she reached for the knots and untied them, hemp hissing off
his wrists until he fell forward, and she wrapped her arms around him again and
buried her face in his neck.
Fuck. Suddenly, he didn't want to be touching anyone. He pushed Dani away,
climbed to his feet, pulled his underwear and his pants back on. There wasn't
really anywhere else to go after that. He wound up climbing onto his bed and
curling up, staring steadfastly at his locked and barricaded door.
"Rob?" Dani said, sounding worried. "I'm sorry..."
He wanted to say something. He also wanted to throw up. He settled for taking
deep breaths and flinching when Dani climbed up next to him.
Without looking, he said, "Was it good for you, too?"
"Shit, Rob," she said. "Are you okay?"
"Fine," he said shortly.
She reached out, touched his shoulder gingerly. He pulled away. She sighed,
grabbed his shoulder, and forced him back on the bed until he had to look up at
her. "C'mon, Rob. Talk to me."
He swallowed hard, then said, "Yeah, you're right, I'm not--I just subbed for
my best friend, I'm freaking out a little."
"Yeah?" She ran her hand through her hair, made it stand up on end in sweat-
slicked prickles. "And?"
"And?" He scowled. "And? Dani, I'm a dom. I'm not supposed to feel like that--
to want to get tied up. It's not supposed to feel so..." he shuddered. "...
fucking good..."
She rolled her eyes. "So you did enjoy it. Good. I'd wondered, what with the,
y'know, you nearly passing out from orgasm."
"Fuck."
"No, seriously, so you're a switch, so what?" She shrugged. "Big deal."
"It's a big deal to me!" he snapped.
"Yeah? So you get your rocks off being tied up. There has to be something to
it, or subs wouldn't like it, right?"
He shook his head. "Yeah, but doms aren't supposed to--you don't get off from
it."
"No, I don't," she said, "but I don't think you're fucked up for it."
"Yeah, but--"
"Being a switch doesn't mean you're fucked up." When he opened his mouth again,
she cut him off, "Or a pervert."
"Sort of does."
Dani glared at him. "You're not a pervert, Rob."
"But--"
"You're not."
He took a deep breath, then another. Dani's hand was hot and tense on his
shoulder, her expression almost angry. "I... yeah, I guess you're right," he
said weakly.
"Honestly, Rob." She pulled her hand away. "You've gotta take yourself more
seriously."
He groaned and rubbed at his eyes with the heels of his hands. It didn't make
him feel any better, but got rid of a little of the oppressive tingling in his
skull. Dani flopped down next to him again and started playing with his hair,
gingerly.
He swatted at her fingers. "I'm not actually a sub."
"I... sorry." She shrugged. "I don't know what else to do."
"Oh." He turned to look at her. She pulled the corners of her mouth back in an
apologetic grimace. "I... yeah, okay."
Dani edged closer hesitantly, like he was going to lash out again, then slipped
one arm behind his neck and wrapped the other across his chest, letting him
curl up against her. It felt good. Secure. Warm.
"Better?" she asked after a minute.
"Yeah," he admitted.
"Good," she said. "Because I'm going to call you tomorrow having a huge fucking
panic attack of my own about this, and you're going to have to listen to me."
He chuckled and relaxed into the cuddling a little more. "Fine," he said. "Not
until tomorrow?"
"Not until tomorrow," she agreed. Her breath tickled his ear.
They were quiet for a minute as he let the racing panic in his veins curl up in
his stomach and start to dissolve.
"Rob?" she said softly.
"Yeah?"
"If you want... if you want to do this again--or even if you don't," she said
quickly, "I'll.. I mean, I won't tell anyone. I promise."
He looked up at her. Her expression was too close to really focus on, but her
eyes were nervously flickering back and forth across his face. "Thanks," he
said. "I... thanks."
"'Course," she said. "Can't turn down a friend in need, can I?" She ducked her
head against his shoulder, then looked up with a shy grin. "'Specially when
that friend looks really hot all tied up."
He laughed. "So it wasn't just me."
She hugged him tighter for a second. "Right."
"Thanks," he said again. And after another deep breath, "Yeah, I... probably
will want to try this again."
"With real safewords next time."
He shivered. "Yeah. I mean--not that I don't trust you, it's--"
"Yeah." She nodded. "I'd feel better, too."
Deep, cleansing breaths. His heart rate was slowing down. The universe was
realigning itself, slowly. He twisted until he could cover the arm Dani'd
thrown across his chest with his own and squeeze her hand.
"I'm serious about that panic attack tomorrow," she said.
"I know," he said. He squeezed her hand again. "I'll be here. Promise."
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