Three days of being on my feet all day long. Three long days of constant moving. It didn't matter if I stretched or forgot to; my feet and legs ached and burned. My calves and thighs were starting to grow tight with tension and pain. I tried everything to lessen the ache, so I didn't have to suffer when I worked out with Task Force X's canine unit. Ice baths, hot baths, self-massage. Not much else I could do to make the pain stop. Always working and then there were the occasional missions I would go on with Colonel Rick Flag's squad, randomized with some of Gotham's worst criminals. Though I had a soft spot for Harley Quinn.
The work wouldn't end until the weekend when I could have time to myself, resting and relaxing. Not tomorrow. Tomorrow would push me past my limit, but I had to be able to work through the pain. I didn't want to appear weak in front of some of the members of Task Force X when we scouted a terrain for an upcoming mission. Too bad I had also signed up for a workout with them beforehand. A sparring session with selected members and all extremely fit. I was going to need a deep massage later.
I stretched out my limbs, drank some water and headed to bed, preparing for the next day and all it held in store for me. My alarm woke me, and I dressed in workout attire – a tank top, sports bra, and shorts, paired off with some good tennis shoes fit enough for a hike. I drove down to the frequented gym of the team to see who I was training with today. I sighed as I recognized some familiar faces; Colonel Flag, Harley, Captain Boomerang, Chris Smith – or as he's really known – Peacemaker and a bonus member – Emilia Harcourt. What changed my mood is everyone had already been paired up except for...
"No. Nope. Count me out," I greeted them. This earned me a chuckle from the Colonel himself.
"Come on, Chloe. I'll go easy on you," he said. My partner, the fit military man, Rick Flag was going to go "easy" on me. Right, okay.
"You're going to knock me on my ass either way. Besides your easy is harder than most easy routines. I don't think I'll be able to spar with you and go on the hike if we continue this," I told him.
"We're not going to spar very long. I wouldn't want to work you to death. Give me an hour and I promise you will still be okay to go with us," he assured me. So much for that. He had me sweating profusely by the end of the hour and we all filed out to the chosen cars to drive over to the selected trail for our hike.
"You look good, Chloe. How have you been?" Peacemaker greeted me when we got out of the cars and began the ascent up the trail.
"I've been busy. Watching dogs, working out with dogs, running with dogs. Add on the training with Flag and Harley and I've been booked out most of the week. Not to mention they had me reorganizing offices. How about you? Get into any trouble lately?"
"Not too bad. I've been trying to keep my nose clean for a few days, but they wanted me on this mission and here I am. Trying to do better. Relax until it's time to do the work. At least while I'm free. Speaking of relaxing and maybe getting out, would you be interested in going for a drink after we get done?" he responded.
"You know what? Sure, that sounds great. I'd like to very much," I told him. He smiled and butterflies flitted around in my stomach. I shouldn't like him. He shouldn't be able to have this effect on me. I knew this. Still, there was something about him drawing me into him. Part of me wanted to get to know him better, explore something real. Something I hadn't had in a while. Another part of me wanted to rip off his clothes and have my way with him or let him have his way with me. I felt my muscles tighten in my legs and the burning sensation in my feet, making me wince, breath hissing out of my lips.
"Are you okay?" Chris asked me.
"I'm fine. We can keep going," I lied. No way would I make them take a break. Everyone else had a good pace going and I didn't want to throw a wrench in their plans.
"As long as you're sure about that. We're halfway there. There's no harm in resting for a few minutes. I'll stay with you, if need be,"
"Nope. I'm great. Don't worry about me," I followed him, pushing through the pain. We kept talking while we continued our path, mostly about work, but at least he kept me entertained and my mind off the pain I felt. Once at the top of the mountain, everyone took a break, sitting while we ate lunch and drank water. For a few minutes it gave me some relief, but I dreaded going back down the hill. Flag went over the mission details and the terrain, which was like where we were headed.
Half an hour later, we all got up and began the journey down the mountain and it was almost as if the pain intensified. It would be a little quicker traveling down than it was heading up, but I kept breathing even as my thighs rebelled against the workout. Even as my feet throbbed with each step. We reached the bottom to the cars, returning to the gym to go home or for Chris and me to go out to a bar.
"We can make a pit stop at my apartment to shower and change. Then we can head out to your bar of choice," I told Chris.
"Wait a minute. I'm sorry. Did I hear you correctly? Are you two going out?" Flag said.
"To grab drinks. Maybe dinner afterwards? Is there a problem?" Chris stated.
"No, no problem. It's surprising to me is all. Is this outing a date?" Chris looked at me and I shrugged my shoulders.
"Why not? It could be fun," I said.
"Awww. What a pair of lovebirds you two are?" Harley chimed in. Flag made kissy faces at us. I rolled my eyes, flipping them both off. Chris and I got into my car and made the ride down to my apartment building. I parked in the garage and took the elevator up to my floor. We reached my door and I unlocked it, letting Chris inside, closing the door behind me.
"Welcome to my home. I'm going to..." I stumbled, my legs deciding to give out at that exact moment. Chris caught me before I fell to the floor, leading me to sit on the couch.
"What happened? Are you alright?" he asked.
"Yeah. My legs have been killing me today. I guess it's my body's way of telling me to rest,"
"Since when? Not this morning? Not during the hike?" I nodded. "Why didn't you say something earlier? I told you we could have taken a mini break,"
"I didn't want to make the others stop. Everyone seemed to have upped their game today. I didn't want them to take a break because of me,"
"You shouldn't have to suffer through it all. I would have been willing to wait with you. Damn the others. How bad does it hurt?"
"Oh, you know. Both my legs and feet feel like they're on fire," Chris ran a hand through his hair, frustrated at my answers.
"Um...I've been told I give good foot massages. I could give you one if you want. You would have to be okay with me touching you," he told me. Heat rushed through me when he proposed his solution. To have his hands on me would be wonderful...in other ways of course. I shook off the image and loosed a breath.
"Okay," I told him.
"Really? Great. Would you mind...um...removing your shorts so I can have better access to your thighs?" I nodded and removed them, tossing the garment to the side. He knelt and took one foot in his hands, kneading it with his fist. Relief flooded through the limb, and I relaxed into his touch as he continued upwards, massaging each part of my leg. His fingers brushed over the apex of my thighs, a jolt of desire passing through me as he massaged near my clothed sex. I inhaled a sharp breath, his fingers moving away.
"Did I hurt you?" he asked. I shook my head and he moved onto the next leg. Chris made the same path, once again his fingers brushing over the same area. This time, instead of a sharp intake of breath, I moaned, rocking my hips against his knuckles. He froze, meeting my gaze.
"Did you just moan? Are...You're not attracted to me, are you?" he asked. I averted my gaze, answering his question.
"You are. What happens if I did this again?" He brushed his fingers over the spot again, my hips jerking.
"Fuck," I ground out. He got up from the floor, leaning over me, his mouth near my ear.
"Would you like me to touch you, Chloe?" he whispered.
"Yes. Please touch me, Chris," He knelt again, lifting my hips to pull off my underwear, tossing it to land with my shorts. He shifted my body down to spread my legs wider for more access. He pressed a thumb to my clit, slipping a finger inside my pussy. I moaned, no longer holding back. He pumped in and out, using his thumb to rub circles into my bundle of nerves. I moaned and panted, my hips rocking against his hand. He inserted another finger, picking up the pace. He moved faster, finger fucking me until I climaxed. He removed his fingers, hooking a leg over one of his shoulders. He replaced those fingers with his tongue. I groaned, fingers tangling in his hair, holding onto him as he ate me out. He continued his feast, until I reached another orgasm.
"Take off your tank and bra. I want to be inside you. Can I fuck you with my cock, beautiful one?" he said. I nodded, hurrying to pull off the rest of my outfit. He stripped down, climbing on top of me. He pumped his cock a few times, angling it at my entrance. He pushed at my entrance, inching in until he was sheathed to the hilt, allowing me to adjust to his size.
"Ready?" I nodded and he thrust into me, my hands hooking around his neck, my hips snapping with his. My legs wrapped around his waist, allowing him to go deeper. He covered my mouth with mine, grunting as he spilled inside me, my orgasm cresting over a few minutes after.
"Let's move this to the shower," Chris told me. He carried me to my bathroom, and we fucked, while we cleaned up to get rid of the grime of the day. Getting out we dressed and went out for drinks as planned, eating dinner, and having a good time with each other.
"Want to continue what we started at your apartment?" he asked me.
"Yes, please," We shared a kiss, paying for our food, and left the restaurant. We went back to my apartment and fucked until the morning light.