A.N. Dangerous Ground takes place immediately after PRZ, during Bulk and Skulls unexplained trip to France on a secret mission.
Dangerous Ground
This wasn't supposed to happen. Skull wasn't supposed to be hovering over her, looking scared out of his wits, and she certainly wasn't supposed to be dragging him closer, lost in some kind of internal fire. Kimberly had launched herself at him, part curiosity, and part in desire.
She would never have admitted it to anyone, certainly not to her best friends, and not even to herself, but there was always something that intrigued her about the man that stood before her. They had known each other sense preschool, and even then he had been a mystery. While he was naturally clumsy and sometimes slow on the uptake, Kim knew that the Skull that most people saw was an imposter, a cleverly constructed disguise.
He didn't show it much, but she knew that he had great potential if he could simply outgrow the shell he had incased himself in. In the last five minutes she had spent in his presence, Kimberly knew he was well on his way. Life had ups and downs, but somehow she knew that he'd be better later. Like a fine wine, you just had to let him grow up on his own time.
She pulled him closer, tasting his lips on hers. She recalled the times when she had been under potions and spells back in Angel Grove, and she knew, even then, that there was something between them. He loved her, he had told her once upon a time, but now she believed it. And although she didn't now, she was confident it wouldn't be too hard to fall for him.
Kim could feel a slight shudder of his skin every time she touched him, and knew he too was thinking of the past. How many times had she hurt him? How often had she turned him down, blind to the pure affection that he had for her? She opened her eyes, focusing on the present, not the dreaded past. Skull was watching her too, his already dark eyes somehow darkening with lust and shining with life all at the same time. Something about that look made her heart soar, and the blood rush to her cheeks.
So far he had been overly gentlemanly on this experience, his hands propping his upper body away from her, and despite the circumstances, he was barely touching her at all. She pouted a bit, but instead started her own adventure, trailing fingers through his dark hair, over the lines of his face, and down over his chest. Skull gasp quietly as her hands roamed, managing to dislodge the dark leather jacket he had on.
To his credit he shrugged the jacket off and tossed it to the side, giving her a puzzled look. "What-" he started, but Kim placed a finger over his lips, quieting him. Her hands resumed their course, slipping under the fabric of his t-shirt and skimming over his stomach and up to his ribs. Skull was not ripped like her usual type of guy, but right now it did not matter, she was too engrossed in the noises and faces he kept making. A sharp breath when she'd hit the trail of dark hair, following it to the very edge of his jeans. A tiny jump when she'd come a little close to a ticklish spot on his side.
Kimberly had never really been in control, but not that she had the opportunity, she was going to take full advantage. He finally pulled away from her a few moments later; tugging off the shirt she'd been fighting to gain more skin. She felt a little bad, stripping him down like this without any kind of reward for his self-control. He turned to find her unbuttoning her blouse, and then throwing it aside. She noticed his hand quiver at his side, his mouth slightly open. Could he still not believe it?
She reached up then, determined, and unsnagged the clasp on her bra, tossing it after her shirt. Perhaps she should have been a bit ashamed, sitting half-naked in front of a man that hadn't moved to undress her for himself, but instead she felt alive. A thrill was coursing its way through her blood stream, making her long for this, for him to make her world a little brighter. Her childhood self wouldn't have believed it.
Skull still stood at the edge of the bed, shivering every so often. He seemed to be battling with himself. Kim opened her mouth, and then shut it quickly. She wanted to promise that she wouldn't ever hurt him again, but that wasn't something she could swear to, she had stomped on his delicate heart far too many times over the course of their lives.
She turned away, looking down to her knees. Maybe he realized he really didn't want her. Maybe she wasn't worth the risk. Maybe – Her thoughts were suddenly high jacked by the first touch of long warm hands, and soft lips. He had moved like a cat, silent and deadly, capturing her between his body and the fluffy softness of the mattress. Despite his coarse jeans, she knew better than to think he no longer wanted her. She could feel him there, pressed between her thighs, sliding her pink skirt farther up her legs.
Lying beneath Skull was a completely new experience for her, unlike anything she'd done before. He spent a great deal of time studying her, the way she had just moments before, but as if he was storing everything in the depths of his mind. Skull explored every inch of available skin, using tongue, teeth, and lips. Fingers danced through her hair, caressed her neck, and skimmed over her flat stomach. Kim wriggled below him, her breath coming out in ragged breaths as he worked over her tender breasts.
With fumbling fingers, he tried to unlatch her skirt, but found it nearly impossible with just one hand. Skull pulled away from her, much to her displeasure, moving out of the grasp she had on his hair. At last the button came undone, and the zipper pulled down.
Kim slid out of the offending garment, then, sprawled before him in only her damp panties, she caught his eyes in a heated stare. They kept eye contact as one hand slid down over lace and satin of her underwear, teasing the excited flesh. After a moment he let his hand slip past the elastic, causing her breath to hitch and the sudden skin on skin contact.
This was all going so very painfully slow, but she could tell from the uneasiness in his moments that Skull wasn't very experienced in this line of work. He more than made up for it however with his constant persistence.
Something about those tantalizingly slow movements was driving her mad with desire, her whole being quivered under his touch. When he'd bent forward to capture her mouth, Kim had kissed him with abandon, throwing all of her thoughts to the wind.
He left her lips soon after, leaving her breathless. Warm lips traveled over her jaw and farther still as his fingers finally slid past her slick folds and deep inside her. Using his tongue and teeth Skull carved a long wet line from just below her earlobe down to her collar bone, all the while stimulating her heated nether regions. Kim thrust her hips against his hand, wanting more.
He pulled away just moments later, her search for friction exciting him more. Kimberly released his captured hand reluctantly, but the fun was far from over. He removed her last garment with little fanfare, though he was aware enough to stash them in the pocket of his jeans. That obstacle gone, he quickly removed his own pants, kicking his shoes off as we went.
At the last minute he remembered the need for protection, rifled through his old leather wallet, and found the old condom he'd had stashed for some time. Prepared, Skull approached the girl once more. Her dark, hood eyes studied him intently, her body still humming from his attentions.
He entered her soon after, sliding into her tight folds, groaning as the muscles clenched around him, and her legs encircled his waist to draw them closer together. Skull relied mostly of instinct and the pleasant little noises Kimberly was making to set his pace, pumping in and out of her. At one point he'd shifted just enough that he had managed to hit something just right. Whatever it was had the little gymnast writhing beneath him, gasping and moaning.
Skull couldn't last forever, the rhythm of their bodies increasing as he began to reach the peak of his arousal. He shifted his weight again, freeing one hand to snake down the front of her body, thumbing her clit to the time of his thrusts. Kimberly came with a scream, clutching onto him for dear life, nails digging into his back. Her climax was more than enough to finish him off as well, and he'd nearly collapsed on top of her.
They seemed to lie like that for an eternity, half on top of each other, basking in the afterglow. Eventually he had the sense to free her, rolling off to her side. Skull tossed one arm over his eyes to block out the bright sunlight filtering through her thin curtains, and grinning as he felt her head come to rest on his chest and her arms encircling his waist.
Not long after they'd drifted into a sweet slumber, small smiles etched into their faces. Maybe dreams did come true…