Taz sat on the cluttered workbench, leaning back on her hands slightly, as Scud fiddled around with various gadgets for Blade. There was something about him and the way he worked, his large hands making tiny adjustments, a joint dangling precariously from his lips, and a look of laid-back concentration on his face; an expression that only he seemed to be able to capture.
Her eyes roved over his body, taking in the shaggy hair, baggy, rumpled clothes that hid a stronger-than-you'd-think body. Scud was a tech geek, but he definitely didn't fit the stereotypical frail and weak picture everyone imagined. Her stomach clenched a little as her eyes roamed past the crotch of his worn, red pants, the thought of what was beneath them and what it could do to her running through her mind. Unfortunately all she had WAS her imagination, she'd yet to get inside those pants yet. She and Scud were simply friends, had been for a while now.
The tension between them though, argued against their "simply friends" status. It had been growing and pulsing and hovering since the day they'd met...an "accidental" touch here, a sly innuendo there, a heated glance and a hasty look away when the other only just caught them looking. She'd be lying if she said her friend's touch wasn't electric...didn't send jolts of heat through her body whenever they brushed past each other or clung to each other for comfort or support. And she was sure she'd heard her name growled out of those orally-fixated lips of his one night, when she'd been on the way to bed and she'd passed by his room...she hadn't dared peek in but the way he'd said it immediately reminded her of how she'd let his slip out in a moan in her own room every so often. But then, maybe that had just been wishful thinking, she'd always felt too awkward to confront him about it anyway.
Pulled out of her thoughts by that feeling of eyes on her, she looked up to find those calculating eyes of his, blue as the sky on a clear day, locked on her. Smoke billowed out of his nostrils as one of his brows arched slightly.
"You okay, Space Girl?" He asked, using the nickname he'd given her when she'd first spaced out in front of him. "You were out of it... you taking some hardcore trippy stuff 'cause if you are I want in." A smirk crossed his face when he finished.
Scud wasn't dumb, he noticed the way, and where, she'd been staring...the way she'd look at him when she thought he wasn't looking. He in turn would undress her with his eyes when she was focused on something else. Scud had spent many a night with his right hand, he'd never told her of course. He may be blunt sometimes but as much as he wanted to fuck her for as long as he could, her friendship was valued. She never judged and she was just as...weird, maybe? As him and he loved it. Loved it when he'd had a rough night out with B, taking care of surveillance as his semi-vamp boss cleaned up the dark streets and he'd come back and she'd be waiting, saying nothing, just embracing him...giving him the human comfort that he so rarely got nowadays. The way her body would press up against his, curves pressing against his scarred chest, soft lips just barely caressing the skin between his neck and shoulder...
A feminine hand suddenly made contact with the side of his head and he was pulled out of thoughts and met her smirking face. Her lips curved and a brow arched.
"Hey! Scudster, you thinking about me naked or something or is that weed finally getting your brain cells?"
She was just teasing him, like they often did with each other but tonight was different. He was done with waiting, done with the heated glances...done with using his fucking hand all the time. Fortunately, he'd imagined this scenario many times and he knew exactly what he wanted and, unless she was just a really good actress, what he knew she wanted.
"You saying you haven't thought of me naked?...Gotta say I'm pretty offended, Tazzy Taz." He'd put down his tools now and started forming a smoke bubble on the tip of his tongue as he glanced back at her face.
She didn't answer for a moment. It sounded like he was just teasing her like usual...but there was something different. There was an atmosphere between them; like the three beats before the gun goes off in a race...or the sensation of standing at the edge of a cliff or skyscraper and thinking about jumping just to see what it would feel like.
"Maybe, maybe not...pretty sure you'd be better looking in my mind anyway." She took the jump. The teasing tone was still there, but she'd done it.
"Huh!" Scud scoffed, exhaling some more smoke. Moving in front of her, he trapped her between his arms, one on each side of her on the table. "Stud. Scud the stud, remember?" And with that he took his own jump and kissed her.
He kissed exactly like she'd thought he would...but better. It was hot and deep and slow, sloppy but practised, teeth nipping at her lips and tongue swiping along them next, demanding entrance. Her only thought was:
"Fucking finally!"
She granted him access at some point, getting in a breath of air for her burning lungs, and he snatched the opportunity. His tongue wrestled with hers, the languid dominance he possessed almost melting her on the spot.
When they finally broke apart, both of them were panting, Scud's tongue swiping along his lips like he was intent on savouring every taste of her he could get.
"Scud...holy shit."
He flicked his shaggy hair; the bangs falling back into place as if he'd never even tried and took another hit, breaking out into a grin as he exhaled.
"The Scudster doesn't look too bad now, does he babe?" The grin stuck on his face as he rubbed his thumb across his bottom lip.
Before she could answer, he took another long hit off his blunt and held it and leaned back in, his lips brushing against hers. She took the hint and parted her own damp lips, staring up at him, those electric blue eyes of his locked on her own eyes. The tension between them was growing even more if at all possible, the light, teasing air was gone now and replaced with the unresolved lust of two friends suddenly closer than they'd ever really been.
Scud slowly filtered the smoke past her lips, letting its warmth and the heat of his breath overwhelm her senses.
When he'd exhaled it all, he immediately latched back onto her lips, only pulling back slightly to let Taz blow out the smoke, letting it escape in tendrils between them. After that he was back on her; still languid and heated and...Scud. She didn't let him dominate completely, she nipped and pulled at his lower lip and wrestled her tongue with his, feeling those shocks of electricity he always gave off shoot through her body.
The last stub of his blunt was stubbed out and tossed aside before she felt his hands play along the hem of her top, deliberately drawing it out as he smirked against her lips. Her own hands went to meet his and just get her damn shirt off but he wasn't having any of that. He gripped her wrists and pinned her hands back down on the table.
"Nope, I've waited a long time and a lotta lonely nights with Chrissy," He grinned as he referred to his faithful right hand, "Doing this my way tonight, Tazzy Taz."
And with that he gripped her waist, leaving behind a trail of fire as he slowly raised her top up with them until he finally pulled it up and off of her. His lips trailed hot, wet, open-mouthed kisses across her jaw and down the side of her neck, across her shoulder until he reached her bra strap. She felt teeth graze the skin there, sending a shiver down her spine, and then he was sliding the strap down with them and making his way to the other side to do the same thing, leaving behind the same trail of searing kisses. His precise fingers quickly unclasped the lace-trimmed garment and then it was off.
"Fuck, Taz..." Were the only words that left his mouth before he was flicking his hair out of his eyes again and latching onto one breast. He licked and sucked and teased, laving a nipple with as much attention as she imagined he would on her clit. Occupied with one breast, his other hand handled the other. His thumb grazing across the puckered nipple, pulling it between the knuckle of his index and thumb at the same time he was sucking on the other, flicking it with his expert tongue.
She silently thanked God that B was gone right now, her moans and whimpers were already loud and he hadn't even taken her pants off. As that thought crossed her mind, she decided that he was entirely too dressed and went to undress him from his multiple layers. Before she even grasped the fabric, her hand was pinned back down, Scud's mouth not even stopping its assault on her now-sensitive nubs. She huffed quietly and received only a chuckle which in turn sent vibrations through her and there went her train of thought again.
Seemingly satisfied with his treatment to her perky mounds, her breathed hot against the skin between them and licked a trail down to her stomach. His hands were off to a new destination now as they wasted no time in unzipping and unbuttoning her jeans.
He nibbled down her stomach even further, interspersing them with more open-mouthed kisses which felt like burning ice against her skin, and stopped for a moment at her navel. His blue eyes flicked up to her face and he saw her jaw clenched, eyes burning back into his own...a flick of his tongue in her navel had a sigh come from her. Her hips were squirming now, the table shaking the slightest bit as she pleaded for him to just go a little lower.
He nipped at the skin just below her navel and quickly stood back up, attaching his lips to her neck again.
"Josshhhh...you fucking jerk..." She groaned out, almost wishing she'd made the first move so she could've been the one making him crazy.
The use of his real name sent a jolt to his cock, currently growing inside his baggy pants. But his only reply was silence as he slipped one hand down the front of her jeans and was met with the wet fabric of her panties. The hiss that escaped her swollen lips just spurred him on. His fingertips pressed the fabric into her other set of lips and tapped her clit through the fabric every so often. Pulling himself off her neck with a pop, he examined the red and purple mark he'd left behind with satisfaction, still tapping her clit rhythmically and giving her that smug look of his.
"'Fucking jerk', huh? Think I should stop then, Taz...gotta get these new pieces done for B anyway..."
"Josh, I swear to-"
"Hips up, babe." He rubbed a thumb across his lip again and retracted his hand from her jeans, waiting for her to get on with it. He let out a chuckle at her expression. "You think I'm actually gonna go back to those now...nah Taz, B's a big boy-vamp wonder...he can wait."
Too ready to finally get her friend in her pants, she just did what he asked and lifted her lower body off the table and let him slowly slide them off.