Steamy Movie Crossover Contest
Name of story: A Suitable Angel
Penname: Phantom-writer3739
Movie or TV Show: Dark Angel
Main Character Pairing: Bella/Edward
POV: Bella/Edward
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Contest ends February 5, 2009
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AN: So I always wondered how one of Manticore's finest would do in a fight with a vampire. Then this competition came along…
For those of you who haven't seen Dark Angel you can go look up the synopsis on Wikipedia. Basically it's about genetically modified humans who escape and try to live normal lives away from Manticore. The second piece of information you need is that they have a little bit of cat DNA in them which, as Max puts it, means she "can jump fifteen feet of razor wire and take out a 250-pound linebacker with [her] thumb and index finger, which makes [her] an awesome killing machine and a hoot at parties. But it also means that three times a year I'm climbing the walls, looking for some action". Enjoy!
BPOV:
I trudged through the forest, a quivering hormonal mess. With every step I was fighting the urge to turn back and go find a guy.
I should really find the time to build a time controlled chamber and lock myself in with some food, water, a bathroom and a punching bag until my crazy ass hormones left me be.
Stupid fucking cat DNA. I thought through chattering teeth, digging my nails into my arms to stop myself from turning round. At this point even being attacked by some blood-thirsty monster would be a welcome distraction.
Of course it was just as I'd thought this that I heard a twig snap.
I whirled around, hormones pushed down by my survival instincts and settled into a fighting crouch ready to attack whatever it was that had snuck up on me.
It was only as the leaves rustled that I realised a creature able to sneak up on me was either one of my siblings or something very, very dangerous that I hadn't encountered before.
Oh fuck.
He stepped into view. Instantly I knew he wasn't human. He looked like a fucking god. Or maybe a god of fucking. He was too silent and he smelt and moved wrong. Humans smelt of blood and food and whatever hormones were currently being pumped around their bodies. He smelt like a mixture of man, heaven and animal blood. He moved like a predator, with swift, clean strides and a sort of wariness mixed with arrogance. The same wariness I had. It came from always being on your guard. The arrogance came from knowing you were far fitter and deadlier than everyone around you.
Shit.
I couldn't hear his heart beat.
That decided me.
I ran, jumping into the trees and swinging myself quickly and agilely away from that thing, hormones completely forgotten despite his amazingly good looks. He was dangerous and I wasn't sure if I could win that fight. Better to be safe than sorry. I thought about his golden hungry cat eyes and felt an extra surge of adrenaline, spurring me on. He looked like he had wanted to eat me.
The branch I had just transferred my weight to snapped and I was sent tumbling to the ground. I twisted and landed on my feet. No sooner had I hit the ground than I was off again, not wasting even a moment. Something about that guy had triggered my 'flight' response and I wasn't planning on sticking around to figure out what.
I had hardly gone more than five steps before he was there, smirking, cutting me off. I skidded to an abrupt stop, shocked, before gathering my wits and turning to run…
Steel bars closed around me, restraining me. "Oh no you don't." He murmured into my ear, the sound of his velvety voice sending shivers down my spine. I twisted and slammed the heel of my hand into sharp contact with his chin. It would have snapped a normal person's neck –his chin barely moved. He chuckled with amusement, "Feisty little thing aren't you?"
I punched him and yanked out of his arms, cradling my hand. It was like punching stone. His eyes narrowed and he took a step towards me, I dropped into a crouch and waited for his next move, super-soldier instincts alive and ready to kick his hot, freaky ass.
My painful hand told a different story. It told me that the ass that was most likely to be kicked was mine.
Whatever.
EPOV:
Who is this girl?
She smells like no human I've ever smelt. Her scent would be overpoweringly tempting if it weren't for the fact that she smelt like a wildcat at the same time. Unlike the werewolves this didn't smell bad…just less tempting.
Maybe not less tempting. I amended as her scent washed over me again. She was very tempting –I just didn't want to drink her blood. I'd been able to smell the pheromones she was giving off from over a mile away and had tracked her down. I'd found her shaking and frustrated in the middle of the forest and I was fairly certain half the things that had flashed through my mind were illegal. All of them had had to do with…ah…relieving her of her stress.
I had been careless for a second and stepped on a dry twig. The crack had been deafening to my ears but no human should have been able to hear it.
Which was why I was completely stunned when the girl had whirled around and looked straight at me.
Of course she couldn't see me. I was hidden behind a bush. But she had definitely heard the snap. How curious.
I had revealed myself to her and after a split second assessment she'd taken to the tree tops and flew from me.
I'd chased after her of course.
She was fast, very fast. I'd never seen a human that swift before. She'd taken a fall that would have broken a normal human's legs without even wincing.
So she didn't smell human, she could hear better than the average human, she was more durable than normal humans, and she didn't move human.
Conclusion: She wasn't human.
So, she was some sort of creature that looked human but was faster, stronger, more durable (she'd punched me hard enough for it to hurt without actually breaking her hand) and with better senses than a human. I'd really love to figure her out but she was making it slightly difficult for me. Obviously I'd have to take her down to get her full attention. Maybe take her off to Carlisle…No. I thought quickly. Not Carlisle. I want to figure her out on my own before I take her to him. After all there's no sense in putting Esme in danger if she gets free.
If this girl could hurt me then I shuddered to think what damage she could do to Esme. I'd rather have her calm and co-operative before I took her home. Instead I could take her to my place while she calmed down and hopefully get her to actually talk to me.
I took a second step forwards and she tensed up further, wound up like a coil. I took another step and she launched herself at me before my foot even touched the ground, knocking me off balance before hitting me at all my pressure points with more than ten times more force than even Emmett could have managed when he was human. It was painful and annoyed me enough that I grabbed her arm with more force than was prudent. She twisted out of my hold easily but I grabbed the back of her jacket to stop her getting away.
She wriggled out of it and stood facing me in a form fitting black leather sleeveless top that bared her midriff and laced up at the sides, black leather trousers than fitted snugly around her thighs and black boots. Dear god…
All the venom in my body rushed south and I knew my eyes had turned pitch black. All semblance of chivalry I'd ever possessed flew out the window. If she came within arms length of me I'd rip her clothes off without a second thought. She leapt for me but was past too fast for me to get a grip on her. I heard the screech of metal on stone and smirked. Silly girl. She'd tried to cut me. Then I frowned, how was it that I hadn't heard her intentions? My eyes widened as I realised I couldn't hear her thoughts at all.
No time to think about that. I would consider it later. I looked down and saw she'd managed to destroy my shirt with her knife. Where did that come from? I wondered before dismissing the thought. I sighed in annoyance, tore off the shirt and chucked it away. I heard a low, shocked gasp and saw her looking at me with wide eyes, her heart beating at twice the rate it had been earlier and her pheromones filling the air between us.
Well, I thought smugly, I don't need to read thoughts to translate that.
BPOV:
So the guy wasn't even scratched by the knife. At any other time this would have been deeply disconcerting. Right at this moment however I couldn't do anything except stare at his perfect chest. Every single muscle perfectly defined with ridges I longed to drag my tongue down. I could vividly imagine myself licking and sucking on his dark nipples, following the trail of his bronze hair lower and lower to what was currently concealed by his jeans.
I shuddered. Stupid fucking hormones. I thought but without the vehemence I'd had before. I lifted my eyes to meet his gaze and discovered that he was smirking. It was so fucking sexy –I wanted to kiss it off.
I shook my head violently in an attempt to dispel the images. Concentrate. I told myself sharply. He's your enemy.
I was just about to attack him when he pounced on me, knocking me back against a tree. I kicked him in the stomach with all the force that I could muster before twisting away. He was knocked back a little but kept a grip on my top and when I twisted away the top ripped in his hands. Dammit, I liked that shirt. I thought sourly. Thankfully I'd chosen to wear a sports bra today so I was fairly covered. Unfortunately the loss of this garment did nothing to calm my raging hormones.
The guy was looking at me with lust filled black eyes. Wait, black eyes? Weren't they gold earlier?
Whatever. If I didn't control myself I'd probably end up jumping his bones and from the looks of the impressive bulge in his jeans he wasn't going to stop me.
Of course I was having a hard time caring about that. In fact it was looking like a better idea every minute.
He smiled at me in a sinfully seductive way. I felt my temperature rise markedly. Backing away carefully I kept my eyes on him so I could avoid him if he came after me.
It was no good.
He moved so fast he blurred. And this was through my eyes. To a normal person he would have seemed to disappear. In a heartbeat I was pinned underneath him sans pants with my arms held above my head in one of his cold marble hands.
"Mmm…" he purred. "Divine." He looked at me, "Won't you tell me your name?" his voice was utterly compelling, and I couldn't not answer.
"Bella." The word slipped from my lips without my permission. He smiled and his eyes smouldered. I think my heart skipped a beat.
He brushed his lips across my ear, "Edward." He breathed and I shivered in delight. His body was cold but that didn't bother me. My freaky cat DNA was going into overdrive and it was taking every last ounce of will power I possessed to not give in and beg him to fuck me.
As he trailed his nose down my throat I marshalled all my remaining will power and strength into throwing him off me. I gave a tremendous heave and…
Nothing happened.
Well that's not quite right. I managed to pull my hands out of his and push him back and my trembling arms locked into place while he looked down on me with an amused expression on his face. I growled in frustration and he chuckled. "Is that the best you can manage?" he teased, "You should leave the growling to me."
I glared at him with a fresh growl ready to burst from my lips when his freed hand stroked my nipple through my bra. Instead of the growl I had intended, a low purr escaped me.
He raised an eyebrow and the corner of his lips twitched up. "Purring suits you far better than growling does." he informed me with only a hint of laughter showing colouring his tone. "You know," he continued casually, "you remind me of a kitten I used to have." I looked at him in shock but when he slipped his hand under the bra to rub me without interference I felt my eyes roll into the back of my head and the newly discovered purr escape me again. "It liked being stroked and would purr whenever I petted it. It was also," a mischievous grin flitted across his face "under the impression that it could growl."
I gasped in outrage and would have tried to throw him off if he hadn't chosen that second to kiss me.
His lips were hard and unyielding against mine, crushing any doubts I might have had. Ruthless. Dominating. Electric. I felt a bolt of electricity flowing through me from where his lips met mine. And though his lips were icy cold they set me ablaze, warming my core with need for him.
'Warming my core with need for him?' a scornful voice in my head interjected when he moved his lips to my throat, 'When did you become a sap?'
There was no time to search for an answer. He had bitten through the straps of my bra and ripped it off me. He was lathing my teats with his tongue and I was lost in a rising tide of passion. I hardly noticed when he pulled off my jeans, just having enough control to lift my hips so he could pull them down rather than tear them off.
EPOV:
She was so passionate and so responsive! It amazed me that she could be fighting me one moment and letting me love her the next. In fact I was amazed at myself for acting this way. I was only smelling the hormones and they had turned me into an out of control, hormone crazed seventeen year old male. I couldn't even begin to imagine what it was like for her, actually under the influence of the hormones flooding through her.
That explanation would, admittedly, account for her otherwise unaccountable behaviour.
She was so exquisitely beautiful. Her body toned and supple. Her skin a creamy white. Her eyes deep whirling pools of brown. Her lips were an utterly kissable bow with the upper lip slightly too full for the lower. I was deeply grateful for my photographic memory for the first time. If I lived a hundred thousand years I would never forget the sight of her like this.
My fingers snapped the sides of her knickers and pulled them off before slowly rubbing their way down her wet lips. Either I'm so much better than I realised, I thought wryly to myself, or those hormones of hers are really out of control.
I slowly slipped a finger inside her, shocked at how tight she was. Virginally tight.
At any other time the realisation that I might be about to take a girl's virginity on a forest floor after having seen her about five minutes previously and not knowing anything more about her than her first name and what things made her react to me (and possibly the fact that she wasn't any creature I could recognise) would be enough to stop me cold. But right now I was completely out of control. I couldn't stop even if I wanted to. Possibly the only thing that would stop me was if Bella herself asked me to. I hope.
A second finger slipped in beside the first, widening her channel. She moaned in pleasure and tangled her fingers in my hair.
I took off my jeans.
BPOV:
It was so strange being touched in this way; the feeling of pleasure coursing through me mixed with the electricity of his touch and heightened by the hormones versus the discomfort of being stretched and the lingering wariness of being so open to someone so much more powerful than myself. I was too absorbed in the feeling to notice when he removed his jeans –he must have done it one handed because the other was still in me- but I definitely noticed when he brought himself flush against me, his cold hard length against my heated softness. I cried out at the sensation, the sublime contrast of him against me. I heard his growl at the sensation and realised why he had been so disparaging of my earlier effort, his growl was far more impressive than mine and it rumbled through my body in such a way…
I wanted him in me, needed him. I whimpered in response to his growl and he seemed to understand. Or perhaps he felt a similar desperation to be buried inside me.
Whatever the reason he guided the tip of his hardness to my entrance and gently rested it just inside, he gave me a soft reassuring kiss before pressing a little further in.
It was uncomfortable but I'd felt far worse things in my time. I bucked my hips up slightly and took him deeper into my body. My hymen had broken long ago –a soldier was very hard on her body- but it still hurt to take him in. I made myself relax and he stayed very still, "Were you…?" he asked looking at me tenderly. I merely nodded before experimentally rocking my hips. The discomfort was still present but the pleasure was more than worth it. I smiled encouragingly at him.
He drew back slightly then pushed back in. Short, shallow thrusts that would accustom me to his presence but when I started meeting his thrusts they became longer, harder and faster. My breathing was swiftly turning into laboured gasps but his was calm and even.
Freak. I thought as I stuck my mental tongue out at him.
EPOV:
Tight. Hot. Wet. Bella. Fuck.
I was holding back, unable to unleash the full force of my passion on her. I was grateful for the fact that her though she was a virgin her maidenhead had been broken. I didn't like to think what the presence of blood would have done to my waning control.
She was so fucking tight. I'd hate to think how much damage I could inflict on her if I completely lost control and just pounded into her with all my vampiric force. Durable she might be in comparison to a human, but to a vampire she was amazingly delicate.
Control. I told myself sternly. There would be enough time for pleasure on another occasion. Her first time should be gentle…
Well, I amended, as gentle as I can manage.
BPOV:
His body moved against mine in amazing ways. He angled his thrusts so that he hit me in a different way every time I could practically feel my eyes rolling into the back of my head. I felt myself tightening around him, white spots clouding my vision. I sobbed out his name and he murmured reassurances, stroking my hair and placing soft kisses all over my face. His other hand went down to stroke my nub and he pushed me over an edge I didn't know existed.
I clenched around him, and my vision went white. I think I screamed his name but I wasn't sure.
When I came to I saw his face, hard, clenched and angry. He snarled under his breath and a stream of curses fell from his lips. His thrusts were erratic and far stronger than and faster than they had been.
Terrifying.
Glorious.
His eyes locked with mine for an hour, or possibly a heartbeat and then he lifted his hands from me and he shuddered and shot his seed deep inside me. It was my turn to comfort him, stroking my hands through his glorious hair, murmuring soft reassurances.
He finally calmed and pressed his lips to mine softly before pulling out. I was about to protest –I liked feeling him inside me- when he started stroking my thighs and kissing them before transferring his mouth to where he'd just pulled out from, slowly and thoroughly cleaning me with his tongue. The dull throbbing escalated as he laved my sensitive nub with his tongue, it didn't take long before I came again, not as hard as before but a softer, sweeter experience.
He pulled himself up and lay down next to me, pulling me into his arms and nuzzling my hair. I smiled up at him, deciding that it was probably not a good idea to resume a fight with the guy I'd just had sex with.
He laughed silently, the soft vibrations moving from his chest to mine, soothing when before they'd been erotic.
"What?" I asked curiously, wondering what it was that had amused him.
He shook his head before meeting my gaze with a soft half smile. "I never thought my first time would be in the middle of a forest with a girl I know nothing about who may or may not be human."
His soft explanation brought a gurgle of laughter to my lips. "I'm human!" I protested "Well, mostly."
"Mmm…you smell like a cat." He murmured nuzzling my cheek. "It would be interesting to meet the parents of such a unique individual."
I snorted. "Parents? Are you kidding me?" He lifted a brow in a silent request for information. "I was made in a lab." I explained, before turning around and lifting my hair to show him the barcode on my neck, I heard his furious growl "I was designed to be a super soldier to be sold to the highest bidder. Of course that was back before the pulse. Now I'm not sure what they do with us."
He stroked my neck and kissed it gently. "What does it mean to be a super soldier?" He asked tenderly.
I didn't like the dark mood that was descending. Maybe some other time I would explain but now I was basking in a post coital haze and didn't want to remember Manticore and my old life. "What it means," I said teasingly, "is that you just took advantage of a girl in heat. You know," I added thoughtfully "I could probably have you arrested for that."
He growled. "I don't recall you objecting." He said in pseudo-annoyance. I smirked, my tactics were working.
I widened my eyes innocently "But Edward! I wasn't in my right mind! My transgenic cat DNA was controlling me!" He let out a shout of laughter. "It's true!" I insisted. "It wasn't my fault! And it won't be my fault all the other times either!"
That stopped his laughter. "Other times?" he asked with rapidly darkening eyes.
"Oh yeah," I said casually, as if it was of no importance. "I only go into heat three times a year but it lasts for about a week. During that week I feel the urge to fuck any guy that crosses my path. Which is why I was out here rather than in town." I pouted at him. Noting gleefully that his eyes darkened when I swore.
He growled again, low and menacing as he rolled over me. "Well then," he said with a wicked grin, "it seems as if I'll be taking advantage of you for the rest of this week."
AN: I will not be continuing this story. I will however post a short summary of their lives when the competition is over. If you want to get it earlier however ask me for it in a review.
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