Haven't we met
You're some kind of beautiful stranger
You could be good for me
I have a taste for danger
If I'm smart then I'll run away
But I'm not so I guess I'll stay
Heaven forbid
I take my chance on a beautiful stranger
Madonna - Beautiful stranger
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I unfortunately still feel that I just suck at formulating the hot stuff - definitely not enough experience in expressing something like that the right way in a foreign language so far ;-) Nevertheless, don´t give up on me - I´m practising heavily right now! ;-)
This update took a while as the plot gave me some trouble for a while, but I can finally promise Wolverine´s first appearance for the next one !
Reviews are always welcome !
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"Got hurt ?" he asked. She shook her head. He eyed her up critically. Then again. Tugging at the hem of that weird pyjama, he growled. The colours and squares were just a nightmare.
„What the hell is that ?" She crossed her arms in front of her, defensively. "This is what I wear at nights I don´t expect to be manhandled."
He reached out for her, carefully examining her head. Contended that he couldn't find any traces of an injury this time, he pulled her closer. "You´re wearing the wrong dress then, girl." She shook her head. "Oh no. I don´t!" She knew the contradiction was useless – it had never worked so far.
To her surprise, he grabbed her arm and dragged her out of the door and over to the study. "What the…" He half turned when he she tried to stop halfway down the hall. "What ?" he barked. "What are you up to ?" she asked, sounding uncomfortable. He chuckled. The tips of fangs flashed. "To strip you of that ridiculous piece of cloth and manhandle you right over that desk over there", came the stunningly honest answer. "If you must know", he added politely, watching her blush.
"No!" The answer came quickly and resolutely. "Excuse me ?" "I said no!" She tried to free her wrist from his grip. He refused to let go, watching her. "What is it ?" he asked, again slightly annoyed. "That´s my father´s and grandfather´s study, Victor! I just… I can´t have sex there!" She sighed, watching him scowl. "I don´t want to have sex there." For an instance, there was only honest surprise in his eyes. "Why not ?" he asked bluntly. She bit her lip, considering how she could ever explain this to him. "I don´t know. It has something to do with them… with the respect for them. It just…" She gave up, shrugging. "It just doesn´t fit! It´s like having sex in the bed I´ve slept in as a girl!"
She watched the expression on his face change again – then caught up with it. She suddenly struggled to get free. "Don´t even think about it!" she hissed.
She struggled heavily now. Not that there was any sense in that. He only wrapped one arm around her waist and carried her to the door opposites the study, shoving it open and her in, slamming it shut behind them. "This is not funny!" she hissed. He finally released her and she stumbled, almost carried off her feet by her own momentum. "Oh yes, it is!" he contradicted. Blocking the door with this body, he slowly started to unbutton his shirt. "At which age did you lose your maidenhood ?" he asked. She stared at him. "What ?!" He sighed, throwing her an impatient look. "Which age, Seth. Do I have to make you tell me ?" She glanced around for a moment. She had finally decided to store the furniture left from the room she had lived in at her parent´s house at the spare room upstairs. The stuff wasn´t pink and girlish, but still the stuff she had lived with as a teenager. She had mused that it would do as a guestroom´s furniture as well. Well, she hadn´t considered this.
She bit her lip. "Nineteen", she finally answered. He had finished unbuttoning his shirt and took it off, throwing it over a nearby chair. "I suppose that´s old even for a girl of your generation, no ?" She ignored the statement. "I am not having sex with you in this bed", she insisted. He pulled the black wifebeater over his head. "Oh yes. You´ll do." Anticipation rang through his voice. "Bastard", she told him. He drew slowly closer. As he had already had a shower during the time he´d been waiting for her, he was barefoot. There was nothing left but his jeans and underwear. "Late, Sethra ?" She couldn´t other than watch him, almost creeping closer. "Yeah", she whispered nervously. "Maybe. I don´t know." He noticed that that answer didn´t make any sense. "Who did it ?" he asked, popping the button of his jeans open. "That wimp ?" He referred to her ex friend Matthew which he had scared away only by his mere appearance the one and only time they had met. She shook her head, for some reason unable to speak. "Another loser ?" he asked. "Craig", she finally whispered. "His name was Craig." He reached out for her and forced her softly closer to him. His hands rested on her shoulders for a moment, his thumbs carefully massaging her muscles through the fabric of her nightdress. "So what kind of guy ?" he asked. "Another loser ?"
Sethra had no idea why she suddenly felt as clumsy and shy as she did. She had been with this man for months by now. The room around didn´t even look too similar to her former bedroom. Still, for the first time in months, she felt quite girlish – and scared. He lowered his head and licked her neck. It sent the expected shiver done her spine. She had no idea what kind of guy would go for a loser or not. "A soldier", she finally muttered. He had been 24 back then. Actually, a friend of David. Her father and brother soldiers, a soldier as a boyfriend had somehow seemed to fit in. His hands moved down her shoulders, one further down to her waist, slipping under the top of the loose gown, the other one gently caressing one of her breasts. "So it could have been me." She felt her mouth went dry. "You´ve still been in the Army back then ?" she asked hoarsely. He nodded, his mouth again occupied placing soft kisses down the side of her neck. "You would have scared me to death", she whispered, immediately regretting that comment. He stopped, but only chuckled darkly, lifting his head to tower over her again. "Did you feel him ?" he asked. She felt herself blush at that question. Nevertheless, she looked him in the eyes answering it. "No." "So perhaps I wouldn´t have scared you to death", he mused. She stared at him for a moment. "There ´s an error in your reasoning", she muttered. He only raised one eyebrow. "I didn´t even know that I wouldn´t feel him", she whispered. She caught up with his thoughts without him telling her. Regarding the reduced sensitivity for touches and pain, it had been to be expected. Still… "That´s the thrill of being a virgin, isn´t it ?" she whispered. "Not really knowing what to expect."
He bent down to her face for a deep kiss. She felt her body respond to that quickly. Heat got up from her lower body, spreading through her limbs. She let one hand rest on the bare skin of his chest, the other one touching his cheek as if trying to prevent him from stopping. „Poor girl", he whispered. "Not knowing what to expect and not getting to know it even afterwards." "You scare me like hell right now, you know", she admitted. He chuckled again. "Good", he whispered, pressing her a little harder against him, making her feel his erection. "Then get over there and lose your maidenhood again", he offered. Again, she caught up with his thoughts. "And you´re going to make me feel it this time." A nod. A chuckle. "I promise", he whispered.
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She felt still uncomfortable about playing that kind of game. Though she had to admit, even after having been laid by him so many times, the thought of it gave her a thrill. "I already told you that I think I wouldn´t have liked it." "Liked what ?" He suppressed a grin, only more aroused by that sweet shyness of hers. She didn´t even want to name things. She had been likely ashamed when they had touched that topic months ago. "I already told you that you might have been surprised." He snarled impatiently. "You never manage to stop that blockhead of yours thinking", he complained. "This time, I even ask you to use it." "Fine", she muttered, giving in. "Fine", he whispered, confirming.
She let him direct her back to the bed. "I think it´s too small", she muttered when he made her lay back, getting over her, carefully avoiding to burry her under too much of his weight. He silenced her with a kiss. "No talking", he commanded. It sent another shiver down her spine under her clothes. He really scared her tonight.
She had endured a lot with him trough the last few months. She had surely been fucked by him in ways she hadn't been ever before – a fact he was proud of. He had left marks, fading ones and permanent ones. Still, the thought of her, untouched again, was just delicious.
For a second, he realized that this challenged the man – not the animal. He shoved the thought rudely aside – no time for sentimental crap like this right now.
They shared another deep and – for this time – gentle kiss. Suppressing the urge to bite her wasn´t as hard as expected – so far. He let his hands wander over her body, roughly enough to let her feel it, gently enough to keep it a soft touch for her. It gave him the time to think about ways to get her out of that awful dress gently. He finally decided that he didn´t care about the ways other people – not equipped with the same useful gifts of his mutation – took care of that. That gown had to be disposed of anyway. So he cut through it carefully, avoiding to scratch her skin underneath – but shredding the cloth efficiently. She suppressed a smile at the sight of it. She would definitely have been scared by a guy ripping down her clothes – gently or not. Her body exposed like that made her still feel ashamed and somehow uncomfortable – it had been like this from the start, getting only worse. He freed her from the pyjama, and with only her painties left, he followed the same ways with his hands he had roamed over her body the first time. This time, followed by his mouth. He knew she was more than ready, but this time, he´d make her wait. Torture her a little. Her body arched under his exploration, her hands sliding over his arms, back and shoulders. Regarding that, she didn´t act like a virgin. Not even like she had acted the real first time they had done this. She had hardly dared to touch him back then. Their eyes met for a moment, he looking up from her, his face at the level of her belly. Like caught in the act, she withdraw them. He only growled, appreciating.
Avoiding to scratch her, even accidentally, proofed to be harder than suppressing the biting. Still, he managed to tease her without bleeding – more or less – but not without sending goosebumps all over her body. When he finally returned to her for another kiss, she pressed against him. "Please", she whispered. He scratched her neck a little bit for that, just enough to cause an impulse of light pain. "Keep silent." She lent forward for another kiss – silently stunned that for the first time ever, he had asked her to keep silent – instead of the usual order to shut up. His mouth abandoned hers, his tongue leaving a trace of teasingly wet spots down the side of her neck. Softly sucking the tip of one of her breasts, he finally cut through her painties – causing her again to arch against him and touching him. He blocked her hands, slowly moving down her body.
She gave a sound between a moan and a gasp when he forced her legs apart, finally reaching that most sensitive region of hers. She reached out to stop him out of instinct. He trapped her hands with his own, causing her to squeal in frustration and shame. She would definitely have died out of shame as a nineteen year old girl if he would have done that to her then. He steadied her body with one hand and forearm against her belly and waist, slowly continuing his work, taking his time, adamant against her pleading moans. "Stop!" she finally begged, not longer able to endure it.
He stopped. He sat back for a moment, observing her in the dark. He bent over her, one palm resting besides her, stroking softly over her lips and cheek with the fingers of his free hand. "Why are you always that defiant ?" he asked playfully. "Stop…seducing me", she pleaded. She had decided a second too late for replacing `torturing´ by seducing to do it unnoticed. Now he had noticed – and the whole plea sounded weird. "You´re lucky", he stated, forcing her body under his in a fluent single move, letting her feel his hardness between her thighs. She gasped. "There would have been neither torture nor punishment – as for the first time."
She moaned only softly when he entered her this time, carefully and slowly, fighting hard not to plunge into her as roughly as usual. He gritted his teeth – this would have been the difficult part. Barely noticeable at first, he invaded her deeper, speeding up slowly. She threw him a look from under half closed eyelids, then rocked against him with a sudden move. Her lips formed a this time silent but unmistakable plea. "Steady!" he whispered, but she didn´t care.
Another plea followed.
A plea too crude for a girl pretending to be back to her innocent teens. He kept it up for some further moments. Then he gave up as suddenly as she had thrown herself against him earlier. She cried out lowly, but then only wrapped her legs around him to bring his body closer to hers – and him deeper into her. She hissed for a moment, her face close to his chest. He had to realize that he was definitely not as controlled as he had thought. Her suddenly quite mature commitment forced him to surrender. They rushed together through his climax. When she finally relaxed against the mattress beneath her, she realized that she had clung to him that hard that her muscles trembled from the effort.
"How can you ever think I would be interested in any other guy ?" she whispered accusingly later on, already half asleep. He didn´t chuckle this time, but she could imagine his grin. "Shut up!" he only answered. Thankfully, she got the bad man back. The game was over.
