A Well-Conditioned Response, NC-17
Title: A Well-Conditioned Response
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Will/Ashley
Spoilers: Through "Warriors"
Summary: Maybe it was the attraction, the sympathy, or the school-girl crush that made her check on him, but she just couldn't bare to see him alone like that.
Stunned.
That was all she could help but be for a moment. Completely caught off guard, and to be truly honest a little turned on. Sure, guns in her hands and the promise of a fight always made Ashley ready for a good fuck, but this was different. The situation was under control, nothing to worry about, no need to even fire a round--damn shame, really--and yet she felt just as hot and bothered as if she'd been in an all-out, no-chance-in-hell abnormal fight.
If he'd been cognizant, he might have suggested some sort of Pavlovian response: she was so perfectly conditioned to feel ready to fight, and subsequently ready to fuck, that whenever she saw an abnormal it was just an automatic reaction. B.F. Skinner would have been proud. But, as it was, Dr William Zimmerman was out of commission mentally, but physically... That was an utterly different matter.
He was crazy, to be sure. His normal athletic body, now bulked up to the point of bursting, was covered in more massive muscles than she could count. Now, Ashley always admired a strong man who could be an even stronger opponent, but she could have sworn there was a pair of nubbins in the room the way she instantly felt chills rush straight down her spine to her groin.
Fuck. Me, she thought, as she nodded at Henry and the psychotically sexy, abnormal Will. She conveyed an all clear, but if either one noticed her swallow her desire it was lost to them both. She tucked most of her lust away, focusing instead on getting the big energy bazookas out of the enemies' hands--nice weapons they were, heavy to the hand, but powerful, blatant killers just like Dr Hyde over there, oh dear lord was there nothing to take her mind off that hulking Will?!
She knocked out both guards, simply to get out some of her sexual frustration. At least he wasn't in therapist-mode, other wise Dr Z would see straight though her. He always seemed to.
Honestly, she was half surprised he hadn't realized her fascination--borderline obsession--with him. She was a master at masking her emotions for the most part (one of the bonuses of having an older-than-life, rational mother she supposed), but she couldn't help but admire the doc. Her mother had kept track of him as a boy before she was born. Sometimes Ashley wondered if the only reason Helen had taken the embryo out of stasis was because after watching young Will grow up she got lonely for a child of her own. Ashley had practically grown up revering the man. He was this ideal her mother had implanted in her head, and while she covered it well, sometimes she just wanted to gush around him.
Not that she ever would of course. Fucking brilliant psychologist that he was, he'd know in an instant. Didn't she mean she still didn't want to tie him to her bed most of the time.
And now there he was, huge and massive and everything she ever imagined he would be--minus the murderous, peanut-sized brain, of course--and she was going to be in charge of getting him back into the shoe for time being. Of course she was. It was her responsibility as the self-titled monster hunter after all.
God pray he didn't touch her, she might not be able to contain the gushing.
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Six hours of immensely long transport and containment later, Will had undergone his first de-abonormaling injection. His muscles had eroded some, leaving a finely sculpted body and a bit more mind. Most of the exoskeletonary lesions had vanished and with partial higher cognitive functioning restored he'd been able to piece together what happened. But he was still being locked up in the shoe, on his own recommendation, until treatment was complete.
Maybe it was the attraction, the sympathy or the school-girl crush that made her check on him, but she just couldn't bare to see him alone like that. He's part of Us, not one of Them, she kept thinking.
"Will?" she asked tentatively as she tapped the glass window. "You okay?"
"You shouldn't be here, Ashley. You should get some sleep."
"I can say the same thing to you, you know," she quipped as the door slid open and she entered the cell.
One look at him was still enough to make her wet, even more so. Now he still looked like himself, but better. As if he trained with her on a daily basis or wrestled with some of the baddies himself. It made her wonder how good it'd feel in his arms.... So not a good line of thinking in a contained space....
Dead kittens, dead nubbins, dead Big Guy.
"Really, Ash, you should go. I still don't have full control."
"You have control enough to move away from me," she replied bitterly. "And I can still knock you on your ass, even when you're like this."
Before she had time to respond--maybe she didn't want to, she'd tell herself later--he had her pinned to the wall, his hands on her wrists. She couldn't move, but the again she didn't want to.
"That a challenge, bitch?" he breathed in her ear, his voice so deep and hallow, like back in the fighting ring. It took every ounce of her control not to punch him and kiss him at the same time.
The next moment he was across the room again, his head wedged into the corner his hands clenching into tighter and tighter fists against he wall.
"Dammit, Ashley, I'm sorry, I just--please, go, okay? I can't have you in here right now."
"I can handle it, I can handle you. I've taken down stronger things than whatever's inside of you now. I just want to help you, Will," she said, her voice strong and firm as she pushed herself off the wall and strode over to him, putting a her hand on his shoulder.
In a blur, she was in the corner, her spine wedge into the crevice with one of his massive hands on pinning her arm, the other grabbing her waist as he towered over her.
"Help me like this?" he gruffed and pulled her hips close, his blood-free eyes borrowing into hers.
"Yes," she gasped, but as she tried to suck in a breath all she got was his demanding mouth smothering hers.
If she had a genetic mutation to melt she would have. Instead she just tried to wrap herself around him and draw him in closer, but she couldn't. He had her right where he wanted her, and he was going to have her just the way he wanted.
No one dominated Ashley, in bed or otherwise, but something inside her clicked and all she wanted was to be at the mercy of this different, despotic Will. When she tried to arch into him, his body pushed her back against the wall and she loved it. When she tried to control the kiss a hand wound itself into her hair and she moved the way he wanted her to. When she tried to moan he simply took her breath away.
Somewhere between having her tongue devoured and her pelvis crushed, she found her hands running along his well-defined arms and into his hair. Not one to be a complete submissive, she pulled his head closer to hers and wrapped a leg around his thigh. She felt how hard he was, felt his cock pressed up against that spot, right there. Her clit swelled and her craving to have him inside her grew even more intense. Ashley threw her head back, groaning and chest heaving for air as Will moved down her jaw to her neck, unzipping her leather jacket as he went. She'd been lying in bed, overtired and beyond REM when she'd decided on a quick ride. Ever irrational, she'd just zipped her motorcycle jacket on, nothing underneath. She practically praised herself for that idea as Will latched onto her nipple and bit down hard enough to make her scream.
Her feet weren't even on the ground anymore. Both legs had made their way around Will's waist, and Ashley was supported by his arms pinning her against the wall, her head rolling back and forth in the corner. If she'd known Will would have been this good she'd have jumped him the moment he stepped foot in the Sanctuary. God, the way his nails raked down her back and his hand dug into her hip bone, it was like was being consumed. He switched to her other nipple, licking and nipping and sucking. Every time he brought more of her into his mouth she rubbed up and down against his cock, trying to think of a way to get his pants off without needing to move away.
One hand to left his neck and she slid it down his still bare chest into the waistband of his leather pants. She fumbled with the zipper for a moment as he did something ridiculously sensational with his tongue, but she found the mental capacity force her hand down his crotch anyway. Then he stopped. She started stroking him and, frozen, Will stared at her, in disbelief. Shocked and biting back a groan, he bucked his hips against her hand.
"Ashley...." he growled in warning. He almost looked more himself, more logical, more afraid, but she grabbed his hair and pulled him into another relentless kiss.
"Fuck me, Will," she demanded in his ear, before clamping down on it and licking the lobe between her teeth.
Any self-control he'd been holding back was thrown away as he ripped her sweatpants off with one hand and impaled himself into her.
Dear. Lord.
Ashley dug her nails into Will's straining biceps as he held her tight enough to crumble her. Being held that close to him, being filled by him, it almost pushed her over the edge. But just standing there, even momentarily, wasn't enough, she needed more, she needed to move. She scratched her her hands down and up his arms and rolled her hips against his, sliding his cock deeper. All residual hesitation gone, Will clamped both hands around her waist and plunged in and out of her, reveling in the feel of being inside her.
He was fucking her, harder and faster than anyone ever had. She was up against the wall of a cell meant to protect him from others, and all Ashley could thing of was how she never wanted him to stop. She threw her arms back against the wall to stabilize herself and meet his thrust head on. The added friction and support made Will push in deeper each time, making her groan even louder.
Without any notice, he dropped her, sliding her legs off of him. She just about whimpered, but he just smirked at her and gripped a hand around her neck. She jerked, but he was stronger, and spun her around so she was flush against the wall. And then he pushed himself into her from behind, and she cried out in pleasure.
Will's hand tightened on her neck as he pushed into her again and again. He had her pinned between the wall and his body. Her nipples were hard against the frigid metal while her back was flushed against his rippling, hot chest, her jacket lost somewhere in the turn. His fingers gripped her hip bone and moved up and down in time with his thrusts. She was so overwhelmed, all she could do was grasp his thigh and brace herself on the wall. She felt herself yielding to him, going quiet as his hand massaged her neck, slackening her touch as his grew stronger. She moved for him, just like he wanted her to, and even though she felt her orgasm building she kept going, just for him.
His breathing grew ragged in her ear, his assault on her pussy becoming less coordinated. He bit down on her neck and squeezed her hip tighter against him. He kept slamming his cock inside her, feeling his control over her.
"Come for me, Ashley," Will snarled in her ear. "Come for me."
"God, yes! Please, Will!" she cried, leaning back against him even more, throwing her arm around his head and pulling him down into a kiss. He pulled her closer, snaking his arms around her body and kept pumping into her as he came himself, the sound of her screaming his name enough to push him over the edge.
They stood there fore a few moments, balancing each other. Slowly Will slid his hand down to her clit, giving it a quick rub. Immediately Ashley's hands flew out to wall, saving her from falling over as she trembled in his arms.
"Will, god, be nice," she managed to gargle out.
"I'm an abnormal, remember," he said, applying even more pressure to her already swollen nerves. "I don't have to play nice."
He drew his nails along her neck and chest where faint scars were still visible. She shuddered, and leaned forward against the wall, sliding out of his grasp as his still mostly hard cock slipped out of her. Ashley turned around to face him, placing a caressing hand on his cheek.
"Oh, Will," she whispered. "Let's do that again sometime, okay? First, I need some sleep before my legs completely give out me."
Ashley reached down and found the remnants of her clothes, wearable enough to get her back to her room if she ran. After zipping up her jacket, she grabbed Will's head with both hands and gave him one last chaste kiss before turning to the exit.
"And no one said humans need to play nice. I usually don't, especially not when I'm naked," she said with a wink and a smirk, leaving Will locked up and salivating more than Pavlov's dog.
A/N: I've been out of Sanctuary fandom for a while, but last night's premiere reminded me I'd written this a long time ago. This is actually an Abnormal!Will fic, because with Ashley's head nod and worry over Will's safety in "Warriors", I just couldn't help myself.
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Will/Ashley
Spoilers: Through "Warriors"
Summary: Maybe it was the attraction, the sympathy, or the school-girl crush that made her check on him, but she just couldn't bare to see him alone like that.
Stunned.
That was all she could help but be for a moment. Completely caught off guard, and to be truly honest a little turned on. Sure, guns in her hands and the promise of a fight always made Ashley ready for a good fuck, but this was different. The situation was under control, nothing to worry about, no need to even fire a round--damn shame, really--and yet she felt just as hot and bothered as if she'd been in an all-out, no-chance-in-hell abnormal fight.
If he'd been cognizant, he might have suggested some sort of Pavlovian response: she was so perfectly conditioned to feel ready to fight, and subsequently ready to fuck, that whenever she saw an abnormal it was just an automatic reaction. B.F. Skinner would have been proud. But, as it was, Dr William Zimmerman was out of commission mentally, but physically... That was an utterly different matter.
He was crazy, to be sure. His normal athletic body, now bulked up to the point of bursting, was covered in more massive muscles than she could count. Now, Ashley always admired a strong man who could be an even stronger opponent, but she could have sworn there was a pair of nubbins in the room the way she instantly felt chills rush straight down her spine to her groin.
Fuck. Me, she thought, as she nodded at Henry and the psychotically sexy, abnormal Will. She conveyed an all clear, but if either one noticed her swallow her desire it was lost to them both. She tucked most of her lust away, focusing instead on getting the big energy bazookas out of the enemies' hands--nice weapons they were, heavy to the hand, but powerful, blatant killers just like Dr Hyde over there, oh dear lord was there nothing to take her mind off that hulking Will?!
She knocked out both guards, simply to get out some of her sexual frustration. At least he wasn't in therapist-mode, other wise Dr Z would see straight though her. He always seemed to.
Honestly, she was half surprised he hadn't realized her fascination--borderline obsession--with him. She was a master at masking her emotions for the most part (one of the bonuses of having an older-than-life, rational mother she supposed), but she couldn't help but admire the doc. Her mother had kept track of him as a boy before she was born. Sometimes Ashley wondered if the only reason Helen had taken the embryo out of stasis was because after watching young Will grow up she got lonely for a child of her own. Ashley had practically grown up revering the man. He was this ideal her mother had implanted in her head, and while she covered it well, sometimes she just wanted to gush around him.
Not that she ever would of course. Fucking brilliant psychologist that he was, he'd know in an instant. Didn't she mean she still didn't want to tie him to her bed most of the time.
And now there he was, huge and massive and everything she ever imagined he would be--minus the murderous, peanut-sized brain, of course--and she was going to be in charge of getting him back into the shoe for time being. Of course she was. It was her responsibility as the self-titled monster hunter after all.
God pray he didn't touch her, she might not be able to contain the gushing.
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Six hours of immensely long transport and containment later, Will had undergone his first de-abonormaling injection. His muscles had eroded some, leaving a finely sculpted body and a bit more mind. Most of the exoskeletonary lesions had vanished and with partial higher cognitive functioning restored he'd been able to piece together what happened. But he was still being locked up in the shoe, on his own recommendation, until treatment was complete.
Maybe it was the attraction, the sympathy or the school-girl crush that made her check on him, but she just couldn't bare to see him alone like that. He's part of Us, not one of Them, she kept thinking.
"Will?" she asked tentatively as she tapped the glass window. "You okay?"
"You shouldn't be here, Ashley. You should get some sleep."
"I can say the same thing to you, you know," she quipped as the door slid open and she entered the cell.
One look at him was still enough to make her wet, even more so. Now he still looked like himself, but better. As if he trained with her on a daily basis or wrestled with some of the baddies himself. It made her wonder how good it'd feel in his arms.... So not a good line of thinking in a contained space....
Dead kittens, dead nubbins, dead Big Guy.
"Really, Ash, you should go. I still don't have full control."
"You have control enough to move away from me," she replied bitterly. "And I can still knock you on your ass, even when you're like this."
Before she had time to respond--maybe she didn't want to, she'd tell herself later--he had her pinned to the wall, his hands on her wrists. She couldn't move, but the again she didn't want to.
"That a challenge, bitch?" he breathed in her ear, his voice so deep and hallow, like back in the fighting ring. It took every ounce of her control not to punch him and kiss him at the same time.
The next moment he was across the room again, his head wedged into the corner his hands clenching into tighter and tighter fists against he wall.
"Dammit, Ashley, I'm sorry, I just--please, go, okay? I can't have you in here right now."
"I can handle it, I can handle you. I've taken down stronger things than whatever's inside of you now. I just want to help you, Will," she said, her voice strong and firm as she pushed herself off the wall and strode over to him, putting a her hand on his shoulder.
In a blur, she was in the corner, her spine wedge into the crevice with one of his massive hands on pinning her arm, the other grabbing her waist as he towered over her.
"Help me like this?" he gruffed and pulled her hips close, his blood-free eyes borrowing into hers.
"Yes," she gasped, but as she tried to suck in a breath all she got was his demanding mouth smothering hers.
If she had a genetic mutation to melt she would have. Instead she just tried to wrap herself around him and draw him in closer, but she couldn't. He had her right where he wanted her, and he was going to have her just the way he wanted.
No one dominated Ashley, in bed or otherwise, but something inside her clicked and all she wanted was to be at the mercy of this different, despotic Will. When she tried to arch into him, his body pushed her back against the wall and she loved it. When she tried to control the kiss a hand wound itself into her hair and she moved the way he wanted her to. When she tried to moan he simply took her breath away.
Somewhere between having her tongue devoured and her pelvis crushed, she found her hands running along his well-defined arms and into his hair. Not one to be a complete submissive, she pulled his head closer to hers and wrapped a leg around his thigh. She felt how hard he was, felt his cock pressed up against that spot, right there. Her clit swelled and her craving to have him inside her grew even more intense. Ashley threw her head back, groaning and chest heaving for air as Will moved down her jaw to her neck, unzipping her leather jacket as he went. She'd been lying in bed, overtired and beyond REM when she'd decided on a quick ride. Ever irrational, she'd just zipped her motorcycle jacket on, nothing underneath. She practically praised herself for that idea as Will latched onto her nipple and bit down hard enough to make her scream.
Her feet weren't even on the ground anymore. Both legs had made their way around Will's waist, and Ashley was supported by his arms pinning her against the wall, her head rolling back and forth in the corner. If she'd known Will would have been this good she'd have jumped him the moment he stepped foot in the Sanctuary. God, the way his nails raked down her back and his hand dug into her hip bone, it was like was being consumed. He switched to her other nipple, licking and nipping and sucking. Every time he brought more of her into his mouth she rubbed up and down against his cock, trying to think of a way to get his pants off without needing to move away.
One hand to left his neck and she slid it down his still bare chest into the waistband of his leather pants. She fumbled with the zipper for a moment as he did something ridiculously sensational with his tongue, but she found the mental capacity force her hand down his crotch anyway. Then he stopped. She started stroking him and, frozen, Will stared at her, in disbelief. Shocked and biting back a groan, he bucked his hips against her hand.
"Ashley...." he growled in warning. He almost looked more himself, more logical, more afraid, but she grabbed his hair and pulled him into another relentless kiss.
"Fuck me, Will," she demanded in his ear, before clamping down on it and licking the lobe between her teeth.
Any self-control he'd been holding back was thrown away as he ripped her sweatpants off with one hand and impaled himself into her.
Dear. Lord.
Ashley dug her nails into Will's straining biceps as he held her tight enough to crumble her. Being held that close to him, being filled by him, it almost pushed her over the edge. But just standing there, even momentarily, wasn't enough, she needed more, she needed to move. She scratched her her hands down and up his arms and rolled her hips against his, sliding his cock deeper. All residual hesitation gone, Will clamped both hands around her waist and plunged in and out of her, reveling in the feel of being inside her.
He was fucking her, harder and faster than anyone ever had. She was up against the wall of a cell meant to protect him from others, and all Ashley could thing of was how she never wanted him to stop. She threw her arms back against the wall to stabilize herself and meet his thrust head on. The added friction and support made Will push in deeper each time, making her groan even louder.
Without any notice, he dropped her, sliding her legs off of him. She just about whimpered, but he just smirked at her and gripped a hand around her neck. She jerked, but he was stronger, and spun her around so she was flush against the wall. And then he pushed himself into her from behind, and she cried out in pleasure.
Will's hand tightened on her neck as he pushed into her again and again. He had her pinned between the wall and his body. Her nipples were hard against the frigid metal while her back was flushed against his rippling, hot chest, her jacket lost somewhere in the turn. His fingers gripped her hip bone and moved up and down in time with his thrusts. She was so overwhelmed, all she could do was grasp his thigh and brace herself on the wall. She felt herself yielding to him, going quiet as his hand massaged her neck, slackening her touch as his grew stronger. She moved for him, just like he wanted her to, and even though she felt her orgasm building she kept going, just for him.
His breathing grew ragged in her ear, his assault on her pussy becoming less coordinated. He bit down on her neck and squeezed her hip tighter against him. He kept slamming his cock inside her, feeling his control over her.
"Come for me, Ashley," Will snarled in her ear. "Come for me."
"God, yes! Please, Will!" she cried, leaning back against him even more, throwing her arm around his head and pulling him down into a kiss. He pulled her closer, snaking his arms around her body and kept pumping into her as he came himself, the sound of her screaming his name enough to push him over the edge.
They stood there fore a few moments, balancing each other. Slowly Will slid his hand down to her clit, giving it a quick rub. Immediately Ashley's hands flew out to wall, saving her from falling over as she trembled in his arms.
"Will, god, be nice," she managed to gargle out.
"I'm an abnormal, remember," he said, applying even more pressure to her already swollen nerves. "I don't have to play nice."
He drew his nails along her neck and chest where faint scars were still visible. She shuddered, and leaned forward against the wall, sliding out of his grasp as his still mostly hard cock slipped out of her. Ashley turned around to face him, placing a caressing hand on his cheek.
"Oh, Will," she whispered. "Let's do that again sometime, okay? First, I need some sleep before my legs completely give out me."
Ashley reached down and found the remnants of her clothes, wearable enough to get her back to her room if she ran. After zipping up her jacket, she grabbed Will's head with both hands and gave him one last chaste kiss before turning to the exit.
"And no one said humans need to play nice. I usually don't, especially not when I'm naked," she said with a wink and a smirk, leaving Will locked up and salivating more than Pavlov's dog.
A/N: I've been out of Sanctuary fandom for a while, but last night's premiere reminded me I'd written this a long time ago. This is actually an Abnormal!Will fic, because with Ashley's head nod and worry over Will's safety in "Warriors", I just couldn't help myself.