University: Anita's Office, Thursday Afternoon
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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It was all it took for her to suddenly become aware of how small the office had become, and how hot the room was. As his finger tips, slightly rough, brushed against the palm of her hand she suddenly was unable to do anything but to notice him, and the persistent pounding coming from her head and stomach. Feeling her body pull towards this newcomer, she jerked back, jerking her arm away from him. Somewhere in the back of her mind a little voice was saying to her that she knew this was coming, she should have listened to Jean Claude. Louder in the forefront of her mind was a deep throaty female voice she'd come to know and hate, and thought she'd blocked out laughing at her, and feeling joy at the situation. It was all she could do to take a step back and lick her lips bad move there and try and say again, her voice shaking "So, a student, right?"
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She jerked away, and he blinked. Had he really been considering kissing this woman he'd just introduced himself to?
Not that that was so entirely weird. Him being male, and she being undeniably female, but...well, whatever. Probably pheromones.
He gave her his most disarming grin, and began again. "Yes, that's right. I'm starting in the spring. I wanted to talk to you about your class. Or, the subject matter anyhow."
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No. Wait. She had no idea who this person was, other than his name and that he was a student. Focus Anita, focus she thought, clenching her nails into the palms of her hands, the pain causing her to raise her head above the closing in waters, just for a moment. Control, it was so close. She brought her walls slamming down around her, trying her hardest to close herself off from Bruce. She knew this would make it worse in the long run, but just now... Not that she'd know what to do later either, but...
She avoided looking Bruce in the eyes when she answered his question. "Subject Matter. Sure. what would you like to know?" She could still feel a pull towards him, even with her walls in place, and was smply trying her hardest not to touch him again. She grabbed a book off of the desk to busy herself, and turned to put it on the shelf. She heard the laughter resurfacing as her ankle bent slightly as she pivtoed and started to stumble, towards the bookcase, and towards Bruce.
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With one hand, he caught her elbow. The other settled on her waist. Almost as if they were dancing, and here they stood again. Her far too close for student-teacher propriety, and he bending, bending to kiss her.
No. He pulled back this time, not wanting to take advantage. No matter how strong this insane attraction. No matter that it seemed entirely mutual. Besides, he had things he wanted to know.
"Zombies, specifically. But also hellhounds, vampires, and other similar nasties. Are they real? More important, how do you kill them?" he asked, voice low, and a little husky. He tried, but he couldn't quite seem to take his hand from her waist or untangle their gazes.
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"Zombies..." she replied, her voice almost hoarse. She shifted her arm slightly and realised at once the mistake it was. Her arm was now resting on his ribcage, and back. Somehow she knew that wasn't good, yet part of her didn't seem to mind. She pushed herself closer to him, straining, almost on her toes as she drew her cheek next to his, their faces almost touching but not quite. The voice, the mocking laughter in the back of her head, it was now merely an echo, having been overwhelmed by the ardeur. She spoke softly, breathing into his ear as she did so, pushing her body ever so slightly more against his. "Why do you need to know about zombies, I can tell you..." she trailed off and pulled her head back slightly, brushing her cheek along his to look in his eyes. "I can tell you whatever you need to know..." She leaned forward, pressing her body against his She knew this was what she needed right now, even if it wasn't something she'd be happy with later.
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God.
Hard muscle wrapped in soft skin and very female curves. Pressed against him. Practically begging him to...
No. No. He couldn't.
His body protested. Wanted.
Bruce swallowed, trying to ignore the smell of her. The feel of her breasts against his arm. Her breath hot in his ear. "Uh. Zombies. Another student said... Duce saw..."
Without conscious direction, his hand found his way to her hair. Loosened the tie that kept it bound. When the thick mass tumbled free, he buried his fingers in it, eyes glazing.
No no. He shouldn't do this. Student. Teacher. Barely knew her. "Ms. Blake, I don't think we should... I mean I just wanted to..." He drew up straighter, discipline asserting itself. "I'm very sorry. I didn't mean to overstep."
But even as he said it, his fingers brushed her cheek, tucking that errant curl behind her ear at last.
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The rational part also knew that the ardeur had been raised, and it needed to be fed, or there would be very very painful consequences, and possibly just not for her.
She thought of trying to explain, but couldn't think of how, hell, she could barely think. All she could feel was his muscular body still brushing up against hers, and his finger running along the side of her face, behind her ear.
"Overstep?" she said, voice low. She arched up towards him again, and turned her head, running her lips and the tip of her tongue lightly along the edge of his hand to the tips of his fingers before she turned back toward him, stretching again, still, her face inches away from his, and buried her face into his neck. The scent coming from him, she knew this wasn't a human reaction, but she didn't care right now. She brushed her lips along the vein pulsing up his neck and tried to keep focussed, to keep her mind on things other than sex.
She spoke quietly, practically breathing the words onto his neck "Zombies?" She didn't quite understand what he meant, zombies, someone saw? Still, while the ardeur overwhelmed her concern, she grasped onto this point as a means of not losing complete control. "What about, someone saw? I don't understand has someone seen..." She trailed off and rubeed her face into his neck, lightly tracing the veins down to his chest with her teeth and tongue.
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Putting her away from him would be a very good idea. Very good, he thought, as her lips moved over his throat.
"Zombies? What about, someone saw? I don't understand has someone seen..." she murmured, voice so low, so intimate he could barely understand. Or maybe her tongue had short-circuited his brain.
Bruce turned his head away, trying to clear it. Trying to find the will to stop this. Talk, Bruce. Talk is good. "I, uh, I guess there were some zombies the other night. Maybe some hellhounds..."
He made the mistake of looking into her lust-darkened eyes. His hand tightened involuntarily in her hair, pulled her head back. "Pete said that Duce said that she fought zombies," he whispered against her mouth, before covering it with his own.
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Pushing her body against his, she pressed herself into his stomach and chest. A small moan escaped from her as she kissed him causing her to pull back her head. Her face inches from him, she looked him straight in the eyes, knowing he'd see her large black eyes filled with lust and longing.
"There were zombies?" she managed to get out, her voice almost hoarse. Involuntarily she ran her nails lightly down the back of his neck as she responded. "Here? In Metropolis?"
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Somehow he pulled the door shut. It'd have been easier if he'd let her go, but now that they'd started, he didn't want to lose the contact. "Dead now." He nipped at the join of her neck and shoulder, then place a trail of sucking kisses from there to the hollow of her throat.
He wanted more. Wanted her under him. Naked. Now. But he needed to know how to kill zombies, too. "Might be more. How do you stop them?" he asked, not stopping his assault on her bared skin or his quest to bare more of it.
One hand found the waist band of her jeans, while the other, in the small of her back, kept her firmly pressed against him. He untucked her shirt, then slid a hand up along her ribcage. "You're sure?" he rasped hungrily.
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She moved backwards slightly, pulling him with her until she felt the edge of the desk against her back. "I'm sure." With one hand she pulled his shirt free from his jeans, pulling it up so her other hand could run up his back, lightly grazing it with her nails.
She focused on his question as she started to play with the button on his jeans, trying to unfasten it. "It depends. It's not really the zombies' fault though, if you can lay them to rest... Otherwise, fire, remove their heads..." she trailed off, leaning up to pull Bruce closer and kiss him again. She leaned back against the desk and pulled him further against her, releasing the button to his jeans at the same time. "But it isn't something you want to do untrained" she gasped out, more a moan than a statement, mouth still pressing against Bruce's cheek.
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Her fingers worked at his jeans, while he struggled with her shirt. Struggled only because he didn't want to stop kissing her long enough to pull it over her head. One hand propping them against the desk, his other quested along the flat strength of her abdomen, up and up 'til it found the curve of her breast.
The gods loved him.
She was...unbelievably hot. Responsive. He thumbed the hardened peak of her nipple, she moaned, his cock leapt. He kept talking...she seemed to like it. "Cut their heads off? Lighter fluid and a match?"
He licked at her mouth, bit her bottom lip, groaned and ground his cock against her hand. "Train me, then. After... after..." After I fuck you 'til we both can't breathe.
Bruce wanted her bent over the desk. Wanted to fuck her hard, fast, now. Wanted, also, to lay her out over the desk and taste every inch of her. Bury his face between her thighs and make her cry out his name - his, because she would remember him.
He closed his fingers tight over her nipple, knowing she'd like the show of strength, but not knowing how he knew. Eyes dark with desire, every sinew aching with his need, he leaned in, put his mouth by her ear. "Teach me to kill zombies...Anita."
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That same little voice was still laughing in the back of her mind. Reminding her just how long it had been since she'd fed the ardeur, because she'd thought her shields were working. No matter for that now.
Even with the ardeur coming over her so strongly, she could recognise her attraction to Bruce as something... Well, she wasn't sure what but it was all she could do to focus on what he was saying.
"No guns," she forced out, finally managing the button on his jeans and yanking the zipper down an inch. Anita kissed him again, biting, playing, all tongue and teeth and lips...
Running her hand down his back she pushed it down his jeans and felt his ass, muscled and toned. A gutteral sound escaped her throat as she pulled him towards her, his cock pressing against her groin.
"Train you?" she gasped, "Yes, train you," she repeated, a statement, not really knowing what she was saying, just that she wanted him in her, fucking her, now. She could still hear the voice in the back of her head, vaguely, only now it was pleased with itself, satisfied yet still laughing at Anita, then as quickly as it had come, it was gone. Suddenly it was just her, Bruce and the ardeur, and she couldn't hold back.
"God Bruce, now," it was like every word was tearing itself out of her throat. She pushed herself into him, hard, and heard the sound he made in response, "Fuck me. I need you, now."
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Zombies forgotten, he stripped off her shirt, and his. Then he wrapped an arm around her and crushed her to his chest. Flesh on flesh, yes. More. He growled into her ear. "Jeans, off." But before he released her he took her mouth, a bruising kiss of warning...and promise.
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She pulled back when he did, pulling at his jeans, pushing them down over his hips, nails raking his ass as she does. She tried to pull him back towards her, and moaned slightly when he resisted "Bruce, please," she begged, her eyes showing that she was giving up the final bit of control she always kept back.
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He bent and tugged them and her panties down to the floor. And though he wanted her bent over the desk, taking his cock, right fucking now, he couldn't resist the scent of her. Slowly, thighs straining with the effort, Bruce dragged his tongue from the back of her knee up the inside of her thigh. Then, hand gripping her ass to keep her from squirming away, he thrust his tongue between her labia and rasped it against her clit.
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