Title: Cleaning up
Title: Cleaning up
Author: kaitlia777
Author's e-mail/website: kaitlia777@yahoo.com
Fandom: Sanctuary
Summary: Cleaning up after a particularly messy mission turns out to be fun after all.
Type / Pairings: Ashley/Henry
Main characters: Ashley Magnus, Henry Foss, Kate Freelander, Will Zimmerman
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: smuttiness ahead J, PWP
Spoilers: Anything aired in the US is fair game
Beta: N/A
Disclaimer: Don’t own any of the recognizable character, just taking them out to play!
Author's Notes: Written for challenge # 16 at sfaflashfic : Cleaning up
“That was the most disgusting Abnormal hunt ever!”
Ashley looked over at Henry in commiseration. She wondered how they, two of the three members of the Sanctuary staff with enhanced senses, had wound up chasing an Abnormal through the sewers. It wasn’t like the retrieval required her Cabal enhanced abilities or Henry’s tech savvy of HAP-ness. Of course, Mom and Biggie being out of town might have had something to do with it.
Catching the altie had simply required patience and the ability to trudge through a lot of sickening stuff.
Will and Kate were snickering at them as they rolled a large container in their direction. The altie, which looked like a sturgeon with a bony ridge back and a snout like a crocodile, was resting peacefully inside.
The snickering cinched it. Next time, she was going to drop them down an open manhole, no questions asked.
“What the heck happened to you two?” Kate asked, looking at them in revolted fascination. Then she looked at the clumps of unidentifiable muck dripping off of them. “What is that smell?”
“That would be the raw sewage,” Henry quipped, just as Ashley replied, “A whole lot of shit.”
There was silence, broken by Will, who said, “Ew.”
That pretty much summed it up.
“Want me to turn the garden hose on you?” Kate called after them as they turned to head for the decon showers. There was more laughter in her voice.
Henry ignored her, but Ashley tossed a rude gesture over her shoulder.
The decon shower was a large, enclosed, tiled room with a multitude of showerheads. Technically, they didn’t need to use this particular shower, but neither of them wanted to trek through the house covered in muck and sewage.
“Me first!” Ashley declared, whipping off her jacket and dropping it into a bin. Neither of them were going to want to wear these clothes again.
Henry gaped at her. “No way!” he yelped, “Do you have any idea what this is doing to my nose? I’m gonna be tasting sewer for days.”
Ashley shrugged. “I know, but no way am I going to be this icky for any longer than I have to be. You want to share, fine with me.”
Normally, getting naked with an attractive member of the opposite sex was something that would cause some embarrassment, but Ashley was too eager to get clean to care. Plus, she wasn’t very shy.
Henry however was. Every time he transformed in front of someone, he was always quick to blush and cover-up his naughty bits.
Today, cleanliness clearly trumped modestly.
The jets of water that shot from the showerheads were nearly painful, hard and almost scalding, but they did their job. Caked on grime and other nasty things that didn’t bear thinking about were rinsed her body and once the excess was removed, she began to scrub with the industrial soap. She even worked it into her hair.
Without thinking, she turned to rinse her back, planning on the second wash, but froze as she opened her eyes.
Henry was using the showerhead across from her, facing it and scrubbing his hair with both hands. The movement caused the muscles of his upper back and shoulders to flex and bunch enticingly. She noted that pair of inked stars on his trapeziums, flanking his spine. Suds were trailing down his back, from his hair all the way down to his ankles. Her eyes followed their descent, along the smooth skin of his back, over the perky, rounded curve of his butt (which looked just as great out of his jeans as it did in them), down strong thighs and muscular calves.
She knew she should feel ashamed of ogling her friend, the man she’d grown up with, but somehow she didn’t. There was a rush of warmth low in her belly and she felt her cheeks heat, not with embarrassment but something more…. primal.
Since returning from the Cabal’s captivity, she hadn’t had the opportunity to find herself in a situation where lust was an issue. She’d actually been a bit afraid, wondering if any of her new abilities would manifest as they had a tendency to do when she got angry.
Were her eyes red?
Were her nails suddenly sharper, like claws?
Did she want to slam Hendry into a wall, challenge him for dominance?
Well, yeah, on that last question, but she’d entertain that thought for years, ever since she was about 15 and realized her quasi-foster brother was totally geek chic hot.
For a moment, she allowed her thoughts to travel along that path….
She saw herself silently crossing the damp tiles, stepping close to Henry and raising her hand to rest it on his warm shoulder. She could feel the tension in his muscles and, from the fact that he didn’t jump, she knew he’d known she was approaching. Considering his senses, he’d probably scent her arousal in the steam before she’d even stepped away from her shower.
“Ash?” he asked, voice lower than usual, more of a growl around the edges.
Stepping closer, she pressed her breasts into his back and let her arm drape over his shoulder to snake around his chest. His breath hitched as she brought her lips to his ear and breathed, “I’ll wash your back, you wash mine?”
He chuckled and she felt the reverberations pass from his body to hers. “I like that plan,” he replied, broad, strong hands reaching back to grasp her hips. She gave a little wiggle against him and he turned in her arms. Standing barefoot, their heights were fairly close, he only a few inches taller, and she liked being almost nose to nose, sharing breath in the steamy room.
A slight hint of gold encroaching on his green eyes, Henry smiled and brushed his nose gently against hers before leaning in for a kiss. She opened her lips under his and hummed as one of his hands skimmed up her water slicked side, brushing the outer curve of her breast several times before settling there….
“Ash?”
She was startled from her reverie by Henry’s strained voice. The steam is thick, hot enough to fog the glass door separating them from the dressing area to opacity, but her eyes are good enough to make out the tension in his spine and the slight tilt of his head.
Shit.
He cocked his head to the side when he was scenting the air or hearing something no one else could.
During her day dream, her hands had drifted, one resting well below her naval and the other massaging a breast. Ashley had really been enjoying her little reverie.
This was reality, not a fantasy and she bit her lip. In this respect, she was much braver in her head.
“Henry,” she managed to say, deciding to throw caution to the wind. “Wanna help me wash up?”
For a moment he froze and Ashley cursed herself, thinking she’d read the situation wrong. Since she’d gotten back, they’d had a series of moments, lingering hugs and cuddles. A few times, she’d thought he was about to kiss her, but the moment had just never been right, even after things had ended between him and Erica, his ex in Scotland.
Before she could fall too far into self doubt, Henry turned and his eyes locked on hers. He breathed deeply, then took a hesitant step towards her. Just as nervous, Ashley held a hand out to him, beckoning him forward.
He took her hand and closed the final distance between them, stopping short of full body contact. His free hand lifted to cup her damp cheek, thumb caressing her bottom lip in a slow stroking motion.
In reality of his touch was far more hesitant than in her lust filled fantasy, but it was far more comfortingly Henry. Out of the two of them, she tended to be the aggressor, was far more likely to act without thinking.
Henry had always kept a tight rein on his more animal impulses, choosing instead to let his mouth run freely. When she was younger, she’d never understood why he refused to take advantage of the extra strength his HAP heritage lent him.
Now, often finding it difficult to control the abilities the Cabal had woken in her, she understood. He was afraid of the potential inside himself. The potential to be rather effective killing machine. While she was still struggling with herself, Henry seemed to come to terms with his inner Abnormal.
So, it probably didn’t shock him when she leaned into him, molding her body to his and sealing their lips. She felt him smile against her mouth and he was the one to deepen the kiss, tip of his tongue sliding forwards to brush hers.
Burying a hand in his hair, she stepped backwards, pulling him with her until her back was against the cool tile. With a devilish smirk, she hooked a long leg around his hip, pulling their lower bodies together, pressing the softest part of her body to the hardest of his. Henry let out a little moan and dropped his face to the crook of her neck, inhaling deeply before biting softly at her collar bone.
That sent a jolt through her body and she groaned, dragging her nails down his back, murmuring, “Harder….”
He complied, moving his mouth up slightly and biting down on her scalene muscle, just shy of breaking the skin.
Gasping, she tightened her grip on his shoulders and brought her other leg up to wrap fully around his waist, knowing he could support her weight. The friction this move caused was delicious and she reached down beneath her legs to wrap a hand around him.
Henry groaned, his hands flexing on her thighs….
“Hey, did you guys die in there?”
Kate’s muffled voice came in through the fog obscured glass doors, totally spoiling the moment.
This time, Henry’s groan was one of disappointment and Ashley agreed completely. “What?” she shouted irritably. Privacy was something in short supply at the Sanctuary, but she’d thought the showers would be safe. Especially since Kate seemed to have no trouble thinking they were having a co-ed shower.
Which led Ashley to wonder if she thought they were already lovers, or simply close enough that they could shower together platonically.
“Look, I know you’re probably still trying to remove the outer layers of your skin, but we had a slight snafu with the altie.”
Lovely
“What happened?” Henry asked and Ashley was impressed by how normal his voice sounded.
“It got into Sally’s tank. It’s just kind of sitting in a corner, but she’s pissed, so….”
“Be right there,” Ashley replied and the vague, shadowy outline that was Kate moved away from the doors. Regretfully, she unwrapped her legs from Henry’s waist and, seeing the kicked puppy look on his face, pulled him close for a kiss. “We’ll deal with the altie, then I say we disappear to one of the hidden rooms and forget our comms.”
Henry grinned at her. “A bed would be a better place to do this,” he conceded, moving around the room to turn off the taps. The air was thick with steam and she smiled when she saw him draw a deep breath, taking in their combined scent.
They’d clean up the mess with the altie, then have the rest of the night to themselves.
From the look in Henry’s eyes, Ashley had a feeling it was totally going to be worth the wait.
Chapter 2
Comments, pretty please?
Author: kaitlia777
Author's e-mail/website: kaitlia777@yahoo.com
Fandom: Sanctuary
Summary: Cleaning up after a particularly messy mission turns out to be fun after all.
Type / Pairings: Ashley/Henry
Main characters: Ashley Magnus, Henry Foss, Kate Freelander, Will Zimmerman
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: smuttiness ahead J, PWP
Spoilers: Anything aired in the US is fair game
Beta: N/A
Disclaimer: Don’t own any of the recognizable character, just taking them out to play!
Author's Notes: Written for challenge # 16 at sfaflashfic : Cleaning up
“That was the most disgusting Abnormal hunt ever!”
Ashley looked over at Henry in commiseration. She wondered how they, two of the three members of the Sanctuary staff with enhanced senses, had wound up chasing an Abnormal through the sewers. It wasn’t like the retrieval required her Cabal enhanced abilities or Henry’s tech savvy of HAP-ness. Of course, Mom and Biggie being out of town might have had something to do with it.
Catching the altie had simply required patience and the ability to trudge through a lot of sickening stuff.
Will and Kate were snickering at them as they rolled a large container in their direction. The altie, which looked like a sturgeon with a bony ridge back and a snout like a crocodile, was resting peacefully inside.
The snickering cinched it. Next time, she was going to drop them down an open manhole, no questions asked.
“What the heck happened to you two?” Kate asked, looking at them in revolted fascination. Then she looked at the clumps of unidentifiable muck dripping off of them. “What is that smell?”
“That would be the raw sewage,” Henry quipped, just as Ashley replied, “A whole lot of shit.”
There was silence, broken by Will, who said, “Ew.”
That pretty much summed it up.
“Want me to turn the garden hose on you?” Kate called after them as they turned to head for the decon showers. There was more laughter in her voice.
Henry ignored her, but Ashley tossed a rude gesture over her shoulder.
The decon shower was a large, enclosed, tiled room with a multitude of showerheads. Technically, they didn’t need to use this particular shower, but neither of them wanted to trek through the house covered in muck and sewage.
“Me first!” Ashley declared, whipping off her jacket and dropping it into a bin. Neither of them were going to want to wear these clothes again.
Henry gaped at her. “No way!” he yelped, “Do you have any idea what this is doing to my nose? I’m gonna be tasting sewer for days.”
Ashley shrugged. “I know, but no way am I going to be this icky for any longer than I have to be. You want to share, fine with me.”
Normally, getting naked with an attractive member of the opposite sex was something that would cause some embarrassment, but Ashley was too eager to get clean to care. Plus, she wasn’t very shy.
Henry however was. Every time he transformed in front of someone, he was always quick to blush and cover-up his naughty bits.
Today, cleanliness clearly trumped modestly.
The jets of water that shot from the showerheads were nearly painful, hard and almost scalding, but they did their job. Caked on grime and other nasty things that didn’t bear thinking about were rinsed her body and once the excess was removed, she began to scrub with the industrial soap. She even worked it into her hair.
Without thinking, she turned to rinse her back, planning on the second wash, but froze as she opened her eyes.
Henry was using the showerhead across from her, facing it and scrubbing his hair with both hands. The movement caused the muscles of his upper back and shoulders to flex and bunch enticingly. She noted that pair of inked stars on his trapeziums, flanking his spine. Suds were trailing down his back, from his hair all the way down to his ankles. Her eyes followed their descent, along the smooth skin of his back, over the perky, rounded curve of his butt (which looked just as great out of his jeans as it did in them), down strong thighs and muscular calves.
She knew she should feel ashamed of ogling her friend, the man she’d grown up with, but somehow she didn’t. There was a rush of warmth low in her belly and she felt her cheeks heat, not with embarrassment but something more…. primal.
Since returning from the Cabal’s captivity, she hadn’t had the opportunity to find herself in a situation where lust was an issue. She’d actually been a bit afraid, wondering if any of her new abilities would manifest as they had a tendency to do when she got angry.
Were her eyes red?
Were her nails suddenly sharper, like claws?
Did she want to slam Hendry into a wall, challenge him for dominance?
Well, yeah, on that last question, but she’d entertain that thought for years, ever since she was about 15 and realized her quasi-foster brother was totally geek chic hot.
For a moment, she allowed her thoughts to travel along that path….
She saw herself silently crossing the damp tiles, stepping close to Henry and raising her hand to rest it on his warm shoulder. She could feel the tension in his muscles and, from the fact that he didn’t jump, she knew he’d known she was approaching. Considering his senses, he’d probably scent her arousal in the steam before she’d even stepped away from her shower.
“Ash?” he asked, voice lower than usual, more of a growl around the edges.
Stepping closer, she pressed her breasts into his back and let her arm drape over his shoulder to snake around his chest. His breath hitched as she brought her lips to his ear and breathed, “I’ll wash your back, you wash mine?”
He chuckled and she felt the reverberations pass from his body to hers. “I like that plan,” he replied, broad, strong hands reaching back to grasp her hips. She gave a little wiggle against him and he turned in her arms. Standing barefoot, their heights were fairly close, he only a few inches taller, and she liked being almost nose to nose, sharing breath in the steamy room.
A slight hint of gold encroaching on his green eyes, Henry smiled and brushed his nose gently against hers before leaning in for a kiss. She opened her lips under his and hummed as one of his hands skimmed up her water slicked side, brushing the outer curve of her breast several times before settling there….
“Ash?”
She was startled from her reverie by Henry’s strained voice. The steam is thick, hot enough to fog the glass door separating them from the dressing area to opacity, but her eyes are good enough to make out the tension in his spine and the slight tilt of his head.
Shit.
He cocked his head to the side when he was scenting the air or hearing something no one else could.
During her day dream, her hands had drifted, one resting well below her naval and the other massaging a breast. Ashley had really been enjoying her little reverie.
This was reality, not a fantasy and she bit her lip. In this respect, she was much braver in her head.
“Henry,” she managed to say, deciding to throw caution to the wind. “Wanna help me wash up?”
For a moment he froze and Ashley cursed herself, thinking she’d read the situation wrong. Since she’d gotten back, they’d had a series of moments, lingering hugs and cuddles. A few times, she’d thought he was about to kiss her, but the moment had just never been right, even after things had ended between him and Erica, his ex in Scotland.
Before she could fall too far into self doubt, Henry turned and his eyes locked on hers. He breathed deeply, then took a hesitant step towards her. Just as nervous, Ashley held a hand out to him, beckoning him forward.
He took her hand and closed the final distance between them, stopping short of full body contact. His free hand lifted to cup her damp cheek, thumb caressing her bottom lip in a slow stroking motion.
In reality of his touch was far more hesitant than in her lust filled fantasy, but it was far more comfortingly Henry. Out of the two of them, she tended to be the aggressor, was far more likely to act without thinking.
Henry had always kept a tight rein on his more animal impulses, choosing instead to let his mouth run freely. When she was younger, she’d never understood why he refused to take advantage of the extra strength his HAP heritage lent him.
Now, often finding it difficult to control the abilities the Cabal had woken in her, she understood. He was afraid of the potential inside himself. The potential to be rather effective killing machine. While she was still struggling with herself, Henry seemed to come to terms with his inner Abnormal.
So, it probably didn’t shock him when she leaned into him, molding her body to his and sealing their lips. She felt him smile against her mouth and he was the one to deepen the kiss, tip of his tongue sliding forwards to brush hers.
Burying a hand in his hair, she stepped backwards, pulling him with her until her back was against the cool tile. With a devilish smirk, she hooked a long leg around his hip, pulling their lower bodies together, pressing the softest part of her body to the hardest of his. Henry let out a little moan and dropped his face to the crook of her neck, inhaling deeply before biting softly at her collar bone.
That sent a jolt through her body and she groaned, dragging her nails down his back, murmuring, “Harder….”
He complied, moving his mouth up slightly and biting down on her scalene muscle, just shy of breaking the skin.
Gasping, she tightened her grip on his shoulders and brought her other leg up to wrap fully around his waist, knowing he could support her weight. The friction this move caused was delicious and she reached down beneath her legs to wrap a hand around him.
Henry groaned, his hands flexing on her thighs….
“Hey, did you guys die in there?”
Kate’s muffled voice came in through the fog obscured glass doors, totally spoiling the moment.
This time, Henry’s groan was one of disappointment and Ashley agreed completely. “What?” she shouted irritably. Privacy was something in short supply at the Sanctuary, but she’d thought the showers would be safe. Especially since Kate seemed to have no trouble thinking they were having a co-ed shower.
Which led Ashley to wonder if she thought they were already lovers, or simply close enough that they could shower together platonically.
“Look, I know you’re probably still trying to remove the outer layers of your skin, but we had a slight snafu with the altie.”
Lovely
“What happened?” Henry asked and Ashley was impressed by how normal his voice sounded.
“It got into Sally’s tank. It’s just kind of sitting in a corner, but she’s pissed, so….”
“Be right there,” Ashley replied and the vague, shadowy outline that was Kate moved away from the doors. Regretfully, she unwrapped her legs from Henry’s waist and, seeing the kicked puppy look on his face, pulled him close for a kiss. “We’ll deal with the altie, then I say we disappear to one of the hidden rooms and forget our comms.”
Henry grinned at her. “A bed would be a better place to do this,” he conceded, moving around the room to turn off the taps. The air was thick with steam and she smiled when she saw him draw a deep breath, taking in their combined scent.
They’d clean up the mess with the altie, then have the rest of the night to themselves.
From the look in Henry’s eyes, Ashley had a feeling it was totally going to be worth the wait.
Chapter 2
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