Terms of Endearment

Title: Terms of Endearment
Setting: Just after Sister's appearance in Season 5.
Prompt: Wishing
Word count: 2199

Grif laid in his bed, the sun beaming in through his window. He looked over at the clock: Midnight. He grumbled, rolling over onto his back and pulling his pillow over his face. God damned canyon, it and it's never-getting-dark-here-ever. God damned Simmons, getting him in trouble with Sarge for some stupid crap. He hated that guy. God damned Sarge for taking away his “curtain-privileges”. … Goddamn Donut, too. Just for good measure.

Just as he thought exhaustion would take him, there was a noise at the door.

Rap-tap, rap-tap.

Grif grumbled and rolled over onto his stomach, his face in his pillow.

Rap-tap-tap, rap-tap.

“Fuck off, Donut,” Grif cussed into his pillow, hoping to god that idiot would hear him and leave him alone.

Rap-rap-rap-rap-tap-tap-tap-tap--


“Fuckin' A, Donut!” Grif sat up, his flimsy general-issue (that meant cheap-ass) blanket sinking down his bare chest, landing in a puddle on his hips. “What the fuck do you want?”

--tap-tap-tap-tap-tap-tap-tap--

Furious, Grif stood from his bed and made his way to the door, throwing it open. “What the fuck, Donut?”

Embarrassment flushed his face red and he bit his tongue. It wasn't Donut standing there before him, but his sister.

She frowned and lowered her fist, clenched from rapping on the door. “Goddamn,” she muttered, “remind me to never come visit again.”

Grif shook his head, his mouth stumbling for words for a few seconds before finally constructing a coherent thought. “Kai, I'm sorry! I didn't know it was you – What are you doing here?”

Sister's frown stretched an increment.

“Seeing you. I just said that.”

“No, I mean at Red base. If someone finds you, you'll get in serious trouble. Uh – here. Get in here so no one sees you.” He pulled her inside, afterward making his way to a pair of discarded pants on the floor and pulled them on. Leave it to his sister to come “visit” the one night he slept in his boxers. Pain in the ass.

“Oh,” Sister rolled her eyes, “don't get all dressed up for me,” she muttered, as if reading his mind, and moved to take a seat on his bed.

Grif grumbled and turned to face her, having not until just now noticing what she was wearing – quite possibly the skimpiest nightie he had ever seen. It was a deep burgundy and made of what appeared to be satin. There were ruffles across the cups hiding her breasts, pink lace bordering the entire ensemble. It would have been absolutely exciting if it wasn't for the fact that it was his fucking sister wearing it.

“Yeah,” he rolled his eyes back at her outfit, “clearly you dressed up for someone totally not me. What the fuck are you doing wearing that?”

“They're pajamas,” his sister defended, “and damn comfy. You should try wearing one sometime.”

“Fuck that,” Grif dismissed, crossing his arms over his chest. “Did you just come to torture me, or what?”

“Maybe,” Sister shifted her weight and leaned against the wall, “what kind of little sis would I be if I didn't?”

Grif shifted his weight uncomfortably, wishing he were wearing a few more layers … or at least thicker pants. He lied; that nightie was mildly exciting.

“What's your problem?” Sister cocked an eyebrow and picked up his pillow, inspecting it's crappy-ness. “I thought you'd be excited to see me. I braved the big scary canyon without my armor on to get here.”

Oh, he was. In the most disgusting way he had ever imagined, he was.

She continued to dramatically ramble about the “epic quest” it was to get from Blue to Red base, which was in all honestly less than a damn mile, but Grif was lost in his own thoughts. God damned luck. It figures; here he is stuck in a box canyon on a base with three other dudes for the last three years, no cable, no Internet and certainly no cheap porno mags; it was so typical that the first woman he saw in lingerie would be his god-damned sister. What a fucking bitch.

“Are you even listening?” Sister pouted her lips and crossed her arms over her chest, inadvertently lifting and pushing her bosom together, and damn it he couldn't help but stare.

“Uh, yeah,” he stammered, “Scary canyon. Nightie. Whatever.”

Her eyes softened and she lowered her arms. “Dex, are you sure you're okay?”

Grif cleared his throat uncomfortably. “ 'm fine, Kai.”

“If you say so.” She brought a hand to the lower hem of her nightie, lifting it slightly to scratch her inner thigh. His eyes watched her hand, mildly disappointed when she stopped at her thigh – he wished she went higher. He wanted to see her – her thighs, her stomach, her breasts, all exposed for him as she lay on his bed.

He shook the the thought away. Remember this is your sister, Dexter. That's fucking disgusting and you know it.

“You know,” his sister broke the awkward-as-hell silence as she looked out the window at the canyon beyond, “I didn't think your outpost would be like this. I expected more action. More gunshots. More … Army-ish-junk.”

“Well,” Grif replied, his tone rather mousy, “welcome to fuckin' Blood-Gulch. This place blows.”

“I guess,” Sister shrugged. “It's disappointing, a little. I had to pull a lot of shit to get here.”

“I'll bet.” Maybe if he looked out the window at the canyon he'd cool his fucking jets. Think unsexy thoughts, Dexter.

“I mean, a lot.”

“I'm sure, Kai.” That one time he left the refrigerator door open all night and Sarge bashed in his door the next morning wearing nothing but a bright red towel, thrusting the barrel of a shotgun to Grif's face. And then the towel fell. Ew. The things he saw that day would never be un-seen.

“Like, oh man. They were going to send me to Valhalla, instead.”

“Yeah?” That blinkey old neighbor of theirs from Honolulu who that one time went out for the paper wearing nothing but his boxers, but he had a catheter bag hanging from his hip … yeah, this was working.

“I have to tell you something, Dex.”

“What, Kai?” Good lord, Officer Hot Pants. And covered in cake of all things. Grif could still remember the way Donut was dancing and … writhing. God, maybe this was stating to backfire. He was starting to feel a bit of nausea, even though his erection seemed disgustingly persistent.

“I had to sleep with a lot of C/Os to get here. A lot. I'm not real proud of it, but –“

“You what.” Grif interrupted. His blood ran cold and he turned to face her. “You – Kai? – You – You what?”

“I said I wasn't all that proud,” she shrugged, “I mean, I've been around? N' stuff? But … not like that before. Not to like. Get stuff out of it. I mean – I, “ she stammered, “I don't regret it for a second. I wanted to be with you, Dex, and I was gonna do whatever I could to get there.”

His heart shattered at her words. It was a pain he'd never felt. She must have done … so many disgusting things with so many sick Commanding Officers and higher-ups just to get to this horrible hole-in-the-ground and the first thing ever ever says to her when he sees her is “go home”. Well, didn't he just feel like the worst brother in the history of siblings.

“Why would you do that?” He sat on his bed next to her. As ashamed as he was to admit it, this news was a very slight relief to him in that it somewhat alleviated his other … problem.

“I wanted to be with you. I just said that. My god, you have problems listening, don't you?”

“No. I mean, Kaikaina, that's insane. What the fuck were you thinking?”

“I got tired of being alone. And you always took care of me after mom and dad weren't there anymore. So … So, I figured it didn't matter what I had to do to get back to you. Because whatever happened you would be there for me to make it all better.”

Grif sighed, lifting a hand to rest on his sister's near-bare shoulder. “ I... don't know how to make that better,” he admitted.

“I know. I didn't think you would,” she replied, quietly. .”I just missed you so much. And I didn't even get to hug you before I was shooed away...”

“I know,” Grif frowned. “I'm sorry.”

“Don't be. Just....” She trailed off and leaned onto him, wrapping her arms around his middle, her cheek resting on his chest, her eyes fluttering closed. Her breasts were pressed against his ribs; they were warm and soft and made his heartbeat quicken.

God dammit, Kaikaina. He knew she didn't mean it. On the other hand … did she really need to dress like that?

“Dex,” she muttered into his chest, lifting her head to look at him. “Right now, I just really need to feel loved.”

“Well, hell, I love you.” Grif returned without hesitation. “You're my little sis. Of course I love you to death.” He wrapped his arms back around his sister, holding her closely. Her skin was luxuriously soft. It always was, he supposed, but he had never appreciated it when they were at home in Hawaii, at the beach, and he was designated to rubbing sunscreen on her back. Her bikinis were always white. His fucking sister had to've owned like 100 of them and all of them were this ridiculously stark white. And every single time she got out of the water, the suit stuck to her. She would be so perky he could see the plumpness of her breasts right through the cloth, and he would always scold her for being such a skank, and wouldn't mom be disappointed.

His thoughts were interrupted by a kiss pressed against his lips. Grif flung his eyes open, being returned with the visual of his own sister, and clasped his hands to her shoulders and pulled her off of him.

“Kai!” he interjected with disgust, “what the hell do you think you're doing?”

“Oh, come on.” She rolled her eyes. “Suddenly, neighborhood-friendly Brother-sister-make-outs aren't okay?”

“Oh my god, Kai.” He rubbed his forehead with his fingers, indignantly, “we did that at parties and shit to freak people out when we were drunk.”

“So?” She joked, leaning in to give him another kiss. This one was brief and playful, and made his heart skip a beat. What he would give to pin her to his bed, tear off that friggin' nightie and kiss her lips, her face, her neck, her chest, her stomach …

“S-so,” he cleared his throat, “I haven't been with a chick in years.”

“Oh,” his sister joked again, planting a brief peck of a kiss on his lips before shifting her weight and scooting closer to him, “is Dex getting excited?” Her voice was light and playful, a tune in her last syllable as she drew her hands up his chest and to his shoulders.

“Fuck off, Kaikaina.”

“Aw,” she giggled and got up from her place on his bed.

“It's not funny. At all.”

“Wouldn't mom be disappointed?” She tapped her chin with her forefinger, thoughtfully, grinning borderline devilishly. “You got blue-balled by your little sister, you freak.”

“You were leaving?” Grif asked, unamused.

“You know what you should do?” she suggested with her little teenage-girl-smirk. “You should ask Simmons to help you out with that ridiculous boner you have right now.”

“Fuck off, Kaikaina!” Grif exploded, picking his pillow up to throw at her with all the strength he could muster, “You know how I feel about the fuck-head!”

“That you ~love~ him,” she teased, her voice in a sing-song as she waggled her hips from side-to-side.

“Get the fuck out.”

She giggled and opened the door, turning her face to him. “I love you, you know.”

“Yeah, I love you too, Kai,” he grumbled, shifting his weight on his bed. Then she was gone, and Grif was once again alone in his room. He groaned exasperatedly and leaned backwards onto his bed, having forgotten he threw his pillow at his bitch of a sister just a few moments earlier. He slid his hand down the front of his pants and wished, desperately, that he wasn't going to think of his sister tonight because he knew that's exactly what he was about to do. He'd never felt more disgusting.

And, honestly, Simmons in his bed would be welcome at this point.