A happy reunion and a ride home

With the sticker off and safely back in its sheet, I walked up to the waiting lawmen. Dean was the first to see me, and quickly rushed up to me. He put a secure hand on my bare shoulder and spoke in the most serious voice I'd heard from him yet.

"Ma'am, are you okay?" and then he whispered, "Sorry I was so useless, Taylor."

I reached up and squeezed his hand, "It's okay, there wasn't much you could do."

Then I added louder, "I'm fine, Gallant. I'd just like to get home, if that's at all possible."

He nodded and led me back to the crowd of cops. I spared a glance over my shoulder to see Tattletale at the edge of the alley, watching as I went. I hoped she'd make the right decision. I had given her a second chance, and it would be a shame to see it wasted.

After some questioning and fibbing about how I'd made my escape, Armsmaster and the police had easily captured and arrested the rest of the Undersiders. Then, I had been given a drive home in one of the more official PRT armored vans. I was kind of glad dad had kept the sticker box with him, because I was definitely ready to blow off some steam after the day I'd had, and there were plenty of men in the back of the van with me to make it a fun time.

But no, instead I let my head rest on Gallants shoulder through the drive, our fingers interlocked. When we pulled in front of the house, I got up to leave, only for him to grab my arm and kiss my cheek.

"Hopefully next time it goes a bit smoother, hm?" he asked, then added awkwardly, "I mean, if you want a next time, that is, I'd understand if you didn't after today."

I giggled and hugged him, "I'd love to." I whispered into his ear, before stepping out of the van onto the street.

"I'll call you later!" I promised, and waved goodbye as the van door shut and it drove off.

I hadn't even made it to the door when it swung open and I saw a relieved dad standing in the threshold, "Oh Taylor, thank god. When the PRT called, I was worried-"

I put a finger to his lips and slowly pushed him inside, smiling as I did, "I know. And I'm okay. And very happy to be home."

My hands rested on his shoulders and I kissed him softly. With my foot I kicked the door closed behind me, and let my purse drop to the floor. Then I pulled away, smiling up at him. His hands rested softly on my hips, their warmth setting off goosebumps in my skin.

"And here I thought you'd work this out of your system with Dean." dad said.

I shrugged, "Dean wants to wait a little longer before we go that far. I can respect that."

Slowly, my hand drifted down his shirt and caressed his cock through his pants, feeling it harden at my touch, "But I've had a long day, and I need to blow off some steam. Among other things."

Dad rolled his eyes, "Insatiable. Alright, but once we're done we need to have a serious talk about what happened."

"Fine by me," I admitted, already unbuttoning his pants.