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He Prefers White Lilies over Roses	By : Kuronohime Category: 1 through F > Dexter Views: 7278 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Done for purely non monetary purposes. I do not own Dexter or the franchise. No copyright infringement is intended. All characters © Showtime network

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Astor had spent the last hour chatting with Detective Miller. The two had secluded themselves to a table that was on the edge of Dexter's yard. Shy from rest of the guests.
"So, what made you choose the law, if I may ask?" Detective Miller, or Dave, asked and downed the rest of his drink.
Astor casually twirled the glass of vodka in her hands.
"You may." She paused to give him a teasing smile. "I guess you could say that I believe in good and bad. And I always wanted to be one of the good guys. Fight the evil. Make a difference. You know."
Dave nodded his head and rummaged his pockets for a pack of cigarettes. When he finally located the cardboard box he pulled it out and tilted the pack towards Astor. Astor didn't smoke but naively she wanted to impress the older man and pulled out one minty cigarette. She shielded the cigarette with her hand as Dave offered light. It made her want to cough but she fought back the burning sensation down her throat. Not wanting to seem like a greenhorn.
"Quid pro quo. How do you know Dexter?" Astor asked and puffed out a cloud of gray.
Dave chuckled and leaned back on his fold chair.
"Aww, Dex is a great guy. Since I moved to the neighborhood, about five years ago, we've worked in the same precinct. He's saved my butt a couple of times on some cases we've worked together."
"I see. Do you guys socialize much outside of work?"
Dave shrugged.
"Occasionally. As you probably know, he's not much of a drinker. I've invited him to join me, but he mostly spends his free time with Harrison. He's a great dad. I don't have any children of my own, so that's something that we really can't relate to one another."
Astor gave a polite smile and took a sip of her glass. The outdoor air was standing still so Dave took the opportunity to impress Astor with some smoke rings tricks. He used his tongue to push out the smoke from his mouth so that hoop after hoop appeared and disappeared into the air.
Dave was a handsome man, Astor assessted. His auburn eyes twinkled with mischief. He was fit, tall and had a boyish energy to him that appealed to most women. Astor wasn't quite sure she was one of them, but Dave served his purpose, regardless if Astor felt attracted to him or not.
"Fuck me sideways."
A strange exclamation interrupted Astor's and Dave's quiet moment. Astor knew without turning that her favourite aunt was coming over their table. She put out her cigarette and rose from her seat.
"Deb!" She squealed and opened her arms for a bear hug. Debra Morgan took her in for an embrace and with ease lifted Astor's feet off the ground.
"Is that really you, squirt!" Deb laughed warmly and let go of Astor.
"But seriously? Fuck man, last time I saw you, you were this big," Dep illustrated by holding her thumb and index finger two inches apart "and now you're almost as tall as me!"
The younger woman shook her head with a sigh. "Ha ha. We last saw like six months ago. But that joke. Never gets old, auntie. Unlike you."
"Fuck you, kiddo. At least I'm old enough to wipe my own ass while you... Oh, have you even started potty training yet?"
Dave had also stood up from his seat and watched the banter between the two women. Astor quickly composed herself and tried to remember her manners.
"Deb, you probably know detective Miller with whom I just had the pleasure to get acquainted."
Deb offered her hand out and friskly shook Dave's. "Yeah, sure I know Dave. 'Sup?"
Dave offered a nervous smile and coughed his reply. "Fine, thank you, Captain Morgan."
"At ease, soldier," Deb demanded "today I'm just Deb."
Deb patted Dave's shoulders and cockily grinned at her adoptive niece.
"I didn't interrupt anything, now did I?"
"We hadn't gotten that far." Astor replied rolling her eyes.
"Good, let's keep it that way." The older woman winked at Dave and gave him a good hard slap on the back. Gentle enough not to hurt but just hard enough to leave a small reminding tingle. She was very protective of her niece, and even though Deb knew perfectly well that Astor's cherry was long popped, she still wanted Astor to practice caution with men. Especially with older men.
"Okay, should you need me, I'll be near the liquor." Deb looked Astor into eyes and gently brushed her hand before striding off.
"Your aunt, huh, quite the handful." Dave dared to comment once he was sure that Captain Morgan was out of earshot.
"You have no idea." Astor said and they both laughed somewhat reservedly.

Afternoon was slowly giving way to evening and some of the first guests were taking their leave. Astor was still cornered with Dave in the same small table. The young woman was about to take a refreshing guzzle from her glass, but to her dismay the glass was empty – save for the thimbleful of melted ice at the bottom.
"Oh, time for a refull. Can I get you something?" She asked, trying not to slur. She should probably lower the booze:bland ratio in her next one.
"Don't... bother y-yourself. I can... get 'em." Her date tried to offer, but Astor estimated that it would take immense effort from him just to stand up without falling on his face. Less vodka for him, too.
"Naw, I have to go powder my nose anyway. No bother."
"Okay." Dave replied and stared blankly somewhere. The light on his cigarette had also died.
Astor collected their empty glasses and headed back towards the house.
She walked to the garden bar table but noticed that most of the serviceable liquor had already vanished. Gladly she knew where Dexter kept his good stuff. She headed inside.
After a quick trip to the loo, she sneaked to the living room cupboard. Dexter had left it unlocked and Astor quietly pried the dark oak door open. She turned the bottles around. Not being a particular expert on booze, she simply chose a bottle that had a low percentage of alcohol and looked pretty. She began unscrewing the cap when her eyes caught a picture in the glass cabinet above the liquor cabinet. There was a row of framed photos. All of them of Dexter's family and friends. Mostly Harrison. There was also a picture of Dexter, Cody, Astor, Harrison and Rita. The last one where her mother had ever smiled.
Astor's hands began to quiver.
She hadn't always hated Dexter. Not even after what had happened to her mother. After the initial rage and pain of her loss, she had grown to trust Dexter even more. Especially after he had protected her friend from an abusive jerk and kept it a secret from their relatives that she had gotten wasted while underage. She trusted and somewhat even admired him. It took one trivial thing to change all that.
When she was about 15, visiting Dexter for her summer vacation, she had went to pick up the mail one morning. She had got up early while Cody and Dexter were still sleeping. There had been a pale yellow letter in the mail box. She still remembered the pale black ink on the paper which was a shade of vanilla. Had Astor not opened that letter, her whole relationship with Dexter may have turned out quite different.
She had read the letter enough many times to still, seven years later, remember some passages.

"Dexter, I hope this letter finds you in good health.
….
I know that I shouldn't write you like this.
But I often find myself thinking of you.
…
I spent long convincing myself that what we shared was less than what it truthfully was.
...
We were both in a bad position.
...
I should feel at peace but do not. Not a day passes when I don't look back. Regret leaving.
...
Please, write me back.
...
Still yours, Lumen"

Astor had earlier confronted Dexter about the relationship between him and Lumen. Dexter had denied that there was anything going on back then. She had believed him. But after that letter... Astor was completely convinced that Dexter had had an affair behind her mother's back. And it only ended because she left. And after seducing and dumping a married man, that trollop had the nerve to try and slither her way back to him.
Astor had read the letter like her life depended on it. Interpreting every word, engraving them into her memory. Then she burned the letter. Not letting Dexter know that that weasel had ever attempted to write him. It was her way getting back at that other woman. But her revenge on Dexter was even more harsh. She had began to despise him. To this day.
One thing she excluded from her revenge towards Dexter was that she never told Cody about the letter.
Cody thought of Dexter as a role-model, a hero... A father. Something Astor couldn't even in her greatest rage try to take away from her innocent little brother.
No, her hatred was her own burden.
Astor's hands steadied.
A polite cough roused her from reminiscing.
"Kiddo, I think that your date just passed out on the lawn."
Astor stared at her amused aunt and sighed. That wouldn't do. She put the unopened bottle back in the cabinet and closed the door.

Astor heaved the half unconscious detective off the ground and draped his hand over her shoulder. After rejecting help from Dexter and Deb, Astor continued to walk slash drag the much larger man inside the house. She poised him against the kitchen table and offered him a pint of water.
After downing most of the offered refreshment, Dave groaned and held his head in anguish.
"I think I got a little carried away there."
Astor chuckled. "It happens."
She carefully took the glass from him and placed it by the sink. They both stood in silence, listening to the muffled sounds coming from outside. Car engines murmured on the driveway as the rest of the guests were departing. Dave sighed and shook his head.
"Sorry for bothering you. I think this is my cue to leave." Dave pushed himself against the table and tried to take a wobbly step forward. Astor softly pressed her palm against his chest to stop him.
"No bother, detective."
Astor batted her eyelashes and and cocked her head, tilting her face upwards. Dave slowly blinked his eyes and looked at the pink coyly parted lips hovering near his throat.
"I, uhh.." He wasn't even positively sure what he wanted to say.
Astor knew that he was too drunk to know better. Whilst she was sober enough to know better.
"Come." She breathed and took a hold of his unresisting hand.

Astor led Dave to her bedroom. Neither spoke a word. She closed the door behind them and turned to look at Dave. His eyes were muddled but gained some sharpness when Astor threw her shirt off. His tongue instinctively moistened his lips.
The young woman swayed closer to him. She nibbled at his earlobe and pushed him down on her bed.
Dave didn't resist and fell willingly. Astor climbed on him.

Astor kept her eyes closed. Only things she sensed were the heavy breaths against her ear and the heat on her skin. Her whole body jounced to a fast rythm that connected her to detective Miller. Dave pumped his hips like they were a piston engine. He kept his other hand placed on her hips while the other had latched itself in her hair. It was unfortunate that he was so drunk. The whole thing would have been over much sooner had alcohol not hindered his sensitivity.
Astor grunted which Dave interpreted as a sign of contentment. If possible, he began quickening his unwearying pace. Astor gritted her teeth and sought comfort from the fact that he would be hopefully done soon. She was starting to get dry and the high paced friction did nothing to help her discomfort.
When Dave tried to kiss her, she discreetly turned her head away. He placed his sloppy kisses on her neck instead.
Astor screwed her eyes closed even more tightly. It wasn't that she hated sex, it just... hadn't particularly ever done anything for her. Sometimes it felt better than other times. Depending on her mood and the guy. Now she definitely wasn't in the mood and not really that into her partner either. The only thing keeping her vaguely willing to this situation was the satisfaction she knew she would get in the following morning. Dexter would obviously notice that Dave's car was still in his driveway. And Astor didn't exactly try to hush Dave. Every now and then even she let out a load moan, even though it had nothing to do with Dave's skills as a lover.
With that though Astor allowed herself to cry out when Dave slammed his hips into hers with little more force than necessary. Her reaction, once again, was taken in as a compliment by her drunken paramour. Dave grinned and sucked forcefully on the skin of her shoulder.
The bruises and the humiliation were well worth it, Astor assured herself. Just to see the look on his face. What Astor had gathered during her evening with Dave, was that Dave was pretty much the best friend Dexter had at the moment. Closest person he had. If that emotionless half-human was even capable of such.
Astor already saw his expression. Angry. Contorted. Hot and passionate. Astor gripped her hands tightly around Dave. Dexter would be so mad. Like he had been when he pushed her against the fridge. His strong fingers digging themselves to her soft flesh. Astor bit her bottom lip and grabbed Dave by the hair on the back of his head. She hissed when Dave gave a firm slap to her hip.
Yeah, mad. Sizzling.
Astor opened her eyes and instead of gazing into auburn she was looking into pools of deep emerald. But those emerald eyes weren't cool as they usually were, now they were aflame. Burning to touch her even deeper. She arched her back and those firm hands nimbly sought their way to the small of her back. To pull her in closer. Not letting her escape. Her breath hitched in her throat. She tried to turn her head away, but his lean fingers took a hold of her jaw.
"Don't look away from me." His dark voice commanded.
She complied and kept her eyes locked in his until her core shook. She cried out from the heavens and collapsed.

In the first pale hours of the morning, Astor carefully cracked her eyelids open. She felt a warm body clinging to her own and her whole room reeked of sweat and sex. She laid still staring into nothingness as the seconds slipped by, admitting the unavoidable truth.
Yup, she was fucked in the head.

A/N: Uh oh...Well, yeah.
Those of you wondering where this story fits canon-wise, it's just after season 5. So, I'm going to pretend that the latter part of season 6 and the whole of season 7 never happened in my Dexter universe. Because the world would be a happier place for it. Yay for Deb! I'm sooooo looking forward to writing her dialogue!
Upcoming!
"Yeah, I found them ages ago. Sometimes dad is out all night and a new slide appears. Couple times I've heard that people have gone missing the same night dad was out somewhere. So, piece it together."
Happy times in the Morgan family!
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