University: Anita's Office, Thursday Afternoon

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Anita sat behind her desk staring at the half filled bookshelves, and the half-empty boxes of books. She hadn't realised quite how many books she owned until she packed them to send up to Metropolis. The office itself wasn't too bad. Smaller than her office at Animators Inc, but then, she wasn't a partner at the University, was she? The look on

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She grabbed for his wallet, knocking cards out and onto the floor as she pulled out a condom and half unwrapped it, passing it back to him. "Bruce, please.."

The broken urgency in her tone made him ache. Both with need and with something else, deeper, more primal. He withdrew his fingers from her wet cunt and stroked down her side almost tenderly. "Shhh. Easy," he soothed, as he rolled on the condom.

He pulled back, positioned himself, put his hand back on her back to hold her still, and plunged into her. No prelude, no warm up. Just in. All the way in to heat so intense it seared him through the condom. So slick, so ready, but tight. Yes.

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Anita gasped as he thrust himself into her, fingers grabbing at the edge of the desk. He was big, almost too big to enter her without working up to it first, and the pain of it sent shivers down her spine. She could feel the ardeur respond to his roughness, and she rocked back into him, needing more.

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Her ass came up and back, inviting him still deeper. His body responded without thought, driving all the way home, until he rested against the opening of her womb.

She gasped, whether in pain of pleasure, his overloaded brain couldn't tell. So he waited, gritting his teeth against the need to move within her. Waited for her body to adjust and accept him.

A low moan rose into a keening cry; her head thrashed back and forth on the desk. With that sign, he withdrew to the tip of his cock, then thrust into her, long and deep, but slow. Slow so she would feel every inch of him and he feel her.

His fingers curled involuntarily around her hip where it met her waist. The next time he pulled back and drove home again, he dragged her back against him. Then again, harder. Faster. Harder. Faster.

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She moaned again as he moved in and out of her, hard and fast. She braced herself on the desk, against him, and cried out as he dug his fingers into her waist and pulled her further into him. Pressure started to build up inside of her, and she bit her lip, trying to hold her cries back, but was unable to.

"Oh god, Bruce, yes, please..." each word tore itself out of her, barely coherent. All she could feel was him thrusting himself into her over and over, and that she didn't want it to stop.

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All thought ceased. There was just his cock, her cunt, heat, friction, the wet slap of flesh on flesh, the scrabble of her fingernails against the desk, the thuds of falling books, and the need to fuck her harder.

She screamed, but in the dim receases of his animal-brain he recognized it for pleasure.

And then it wasn't enough, even this. He scored her back with his fingernails, leaned over her and bit her the join of her neck and shoulder, held it in his teeth while slowing and deepening his thrusts.

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Anita felt Bruce slow as he bit her, teeth fastening on her neck, near the pulsing of her vein, the pain setting her off again. He was thrusting into her, deep and hard, grinding against her with each thrust.

Reaching her arm up, she dragged her nails up the back of his neck, into his hair, pulling him down further til she felt his chest against her back. She cried out again, screaming, all control gone, as the pressure kept building inside of her and pushed her towards the edge.

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Her screams drove him on, pushed him farther and farther into the darkness inside. He drew on it, fed on the power. Fucked her. Slammed into her again and again and again.

So good. Gods she felt so good. So hot, so tight. At his mercy like this. "Come for me," he growled into her ear, then twined his fingers in her hair and twisted her head to the side so he could kiss her roughly. He fucked her mouth with his tongue in time with his thrusts. Claiming her, for this moment, right here, right now. His. "Come for me, Anita."

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Hearing Bruce growl her name into her ear made Anita push back into him harder. He was fucking her so hard she could feel herself bruising but didn't care. As he took her mouth with his she she felt her body start to stiffen, the heat building in her stomach spreading out over her and through her body, almost a shiver at the same time. She moaned , turning her face more to him, and dragging her fingers through his hair as he thrust into her over and over. Through his kisses she felt pressure building in her throat and let it out in one guttural cry, somehow through it all, managing to scream his name as her body bucked and shook under him.

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Bruce swallowed her screams, drank them, groin tightening with every cry, and every thrust. He felt it when her climax started - she stiffened under him for a brief second, then the contractions. Like someone squeezed him with a strong hand. Milked him and dragged the come out of him

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Anita stiffened slightly as Bruce nipped her neck. Closing her eyes as the last of the vibrations ran through her body she tried not to think, but was unable to stop herself. She mentally snarked at Marianne, and the ardeur, but at least it was fed, and at this rate would be for a couple of days. Then she remembered, the laughter, and her words.

Twisting slightly she looked up at him, not able to meet his eyes, "About that training. Did you really want..." She trailed off, suddenly uncomfortable where she had been completely comfortable before. She ignored the voice in the back of her head that reminded her she was never able to give into people this way, that maybe this wasn't a bad thing and continued, "because I'm better at slaying. But if you we're just saying that..."

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"No. No I wasn't just saying that."

Still at something of a loss, Bruce pulled out of her, stepping back to allow her space to stand. He offered a hand, to help her, because leaning over like that... her thighs and hamstrings probably felt like jelly. "I'd like to learn whatever I can."

When she faced him again, they stood there looking at each other like two deer caught in headlights. Ridiculous. The entire situation. Breaking her gaze, he bent and hiked up his jeans, pulled off the condom and tossed it in her trash.

Sweat-soaked hair stung his eyes. He pushed it back. "Uh. Anita I don't usually... That is..." 'I'm sorry' would be the totally wrong thing to say. 'Let's do it again soon' sounded presumptuous. What did you say at a time like this? Finally he stammered out, "Maybe we could meet for coffee some time?"

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Anita was grateful he wasn't trying to cuddle, or be flippant. As akward as she felt, it made her feel much better to know he didn't seem to be handling it well either.

"I don't normally.." she started, then paused, not wanting to go there. "It's just.." She gives up, not ready to try and explaing the ardeur. Grabbing her tshirt, she pulls it on over her head, not worrying about her bra for the time being. Stepping into her jeans, she raises her head and meets his eyes, "If you want to learn then I can show you, but I'm not an easy teacher, and it's not fun, well, not all the time anyway." She blushes, looking week for a moment, before her face goes still again. She scribbles her number on a piece of paper. "If you're serious call me. About that, and... the coffee too. But I better get back to work. I have a bit of a mess to clean up now."

She turns her back, and picks a book up off the floor, trying to hide her eyes. As good as she was at shutting herself down, at times like this, it sometimes all fell through.

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"Anita..." The thought died on his lips. Instead, he bent to pick up a sheaf of papers that had fallen, then tapped and straightened them on her desk. They'd quite obviously been in the folder that dangled off the edge, so he replaced them.

He reached down to pick up a book, and their hands touched. A shock of pleasure surged through him again. Whatever she thought now, whatever he thought, this wasn't over. Not by a long shot. Something more than just attraction had passed between them. He had every intention of finding out what.

But not today. Gently taking the book from her fingers, he set it down on the desk. He reached for her hand again and brought it to his lips. "I will call you."

With that, he turned to leave her in peace.

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Anita jolted as he touched he passing her the papers, feeling the energy jump between them. She willed herself not to say or do anything til her left then sank onto the floor, hands in her head.

What had she done? The anger at herself started to build over the guilt. He walks into her office, and within minutes...

As it was, she needed to sort some things out. Did this mean the Ardeur would need to be fed again? Would raina come back next time as well, or was that just because she had put it off for so long. She started searching on the floor for her phone book, wanting to call Marianne, when she saw it, under the edge of her desk. She reached under the desk and grabbed the pile of paper, no it was money, and a small scrap of paper. Turning it over, she tries to swallow the wave of jealousy she feels rising up irrationally. Tara, huh? she thinks, rolling the paper inside the bills and placing the pile on her desk