-1The watch was uneventful, if not boring, considering he was sitting alone on the tarp while darkness fell. It gave him too much time to think and drink beer at the same time, which he discovered could be hazardous. Finally, White came to relieve him of duty and he headed for his tent.

The light inside was still on, glowing through the thick fabric, designed for below 0 degree weather. A flare of anger at her defiance of his order licked through him and he sped up.

"I thought I told you to-" he began to holler in annoyance as he climbed through the door. He stopped when he found her asleep on top of the large queen sized sleeping bag. A battery powered lantern sat next to it along with a book and a bag of Oreos, a quarter of it eaten. The inside of the tent was quite warm, built to trap heat and generate it. Not to mention she created a bit in just being in there.

What made him stop was what she was wearing as she slept. A black t-shirt with a parental advisory sticker on it adorned her torso, lifted as she laid on her back to reveal a demure bellybutton. Off to the side he spotted the hidden arch of a white bra, partially covered by her pants. She wore no pajama bottoms, only a pair of light blue panties, tight but modest over her jutting hipbones. The light pink nail polish shimmered on her bare toes in the light.

As quietly as he could, Hellboy closed the door flap as a gust of wind blew in. Mary shuddered in her sleep at the chill, rolling over to wrap her arms about a pillow. The demon gulped dryly when her bottom rose into view, along with the sharp slope of her shoulder blades.

What on earth was she doing? Was she trying to torment him? Before he lost his head, Hellboy turned to sneak back out, not sure of what he would do if he slept in there. Something warm and firm clasped about his tail, making him freeze and a bolt of electricity to soar through his spinal cord.

Already knowing what had him by the tail (haha), Hellboy attempted to breathe again before looking over his shoulder. Mary was still on her stomach, turned so that her arm was reaching back, hand clasping him. Her legs were slightly curved in the direction she was looking, which was strictly at him.

The look on her face was somewhat terrifying and yet terribly enticing. She smiled but it did nothing to alleviate the weight in his throat.

"You really shouldn't order me about so much, Hellboy," she murmured wickedly, rolling back to rest on her side, pulling back slightly on his tail. The tug made him groan lowly in his throat. He gave up and allowed himself to be pulled backwards somewhat.

"And you shouldn't wear so little in someone else's tent," he remarked as snidely as he could manage. Mary laughed at that, in that musical way that sounded more like singing.

"Its not my fault someone ordered me to sleep in his hot tent."

"Its not my fault some shmuck hits on you. You wouldn't have to deal with my 'hot tent', if he wasn't such an asshole."

Mary let go of his tail at that and sat up, her brown red hair in disarray about her face. Her hazel eyes were troubled as she analyzed him hard.

"Was that the only reason you put me in here?"

"Maybe."

"I knew I shouldn't have let you put me in here. This is just no good, is it? Haven't even been on a single mission yet and I've really fucked up already," she muttered viciously, stranding her fingers through her tangled hair, talking mostly to her knees. "I don't know what I was thinking. I shouldn't have even thought about it."

"Why?"

"Oh, I don't know. Maybe perhaps I was stupid to think that you wanted the pleasure of my company as well or-,"she began in a sharply ironic voice before getting to her knees and picking up her jacket. "Or maybe someone warm to sleep next to or-" she crawled over to grab her pants and bra. "Or maybe, you know what?, maybe someone who actually wants to be here!"

Mary had just started putting her foot in a leg of her jeans when Hellboy crawled over and grabbed her wrists. He had never seen her so agitated and it worried him, despite the vague haze he was in. She glared at him fiercely, the first glare he had ever seen from her, and tried to wrench her hands away. When he wouldn't let go she tugged even harder to no avail, her feet coming up to kick at his hard thighs.

Slowly but surely, Hellboy came closer, forcing her to lie back on the sleeping bag. He wasn't sure what he was doing but the mixture of lust and hazy beer-induced fog made it easy to not think about it. With one hand he pinned her wrists above her head while the other pulled off her half-on pants. She struggled against him but in such close proximity she did nothing but rub against him, making it even harder for either of them to reason.

The feeling of their clothed flesh touching sent electric sparks up his spine, enjoying this new intense sensation.

His thick, warm chest pressed against her, partially smothering her in a pleasant way, as his legs twined in hers, the wet boots resting against her bare feet. She shuddered at the cold melted snow on her delicate toes, the sensation causing her to shiver pleasantly.

"Y-You should stop. Hellboy, stop!" she whimpered, turning her head away from him so he couldn't see her blush. One of his muscled thighs rested between her knees, the other on her left hand side. Through her thin shirt she could feel the corded muscles of his stomach and chest pressed against her, his heart thundering in song to her.

"Why?" he asked lowly, coming out more as a purr as he became daring. Slowly but surely, he leaned down and licked the jugular vein under her shell like ear. Jolting from the hot sensation he caused the woman whimpered again but stretched her neck in offering. Still her foggy brain attempted to argue.

"T-t-this could be bad for work!"

Tenderly Hellboy nibbled on the soft skin at the base of her neck, his tongue coming out to tease the flesh, softening the sting from his teeth. He smelled her hair deeply, his mind somehow turning the red chestnut of the locks to a deep black that was scented with lavender and shampoo. He could barely register her actual smell of vanilla and cinnamon.

"Fuck work," he growled against her slightly salty skin, his hot breath skidding over the fine hairs. The muscles in her arms and legs slowly eased as she allowed herself to enjoy his attentions. Only then did Hellboy release her hands, bringing one of his to twine in her hair, the human one, as his stone one clasped gently about her hip. Gently he sifted the fingers through the soft tendrils, mesmerized by the darkness of it which soaked into his fingertips.

A moan escaped Mary, rumbling up from her belly, as she ran her hands over the thick tendons in his neck and shoulders, the nails dragging teasingly along the flesh. The demon shivered at the feeling before sucking her earlobe into his warm, wet mouth, earning a surprise and heated cry. Somehow he found her voice pleasantly deep and smoldering instead of its lyrical lilting.

Without her realizing it, her legs found their way around his thighs in an attempt to bring him closer to her. As her squirming became a bit more profound, her hips gyrating against his and her back arching, he finally let go of her sensitive ear. Raising himself up on his elbows he looked down at her flushed face and her glittering eyes. She panted harshly as she analyzed him, his moist open lips and intense stare.

For a few moments he looked down at her, seeing dark brown eyes under expressive, arching eyebrows like raven wings. Midnight framed her porcelain angular face like the depths of space. But then he blinked and the vision was gone. Mary lay there, looking up at him with wide almond brown eyes, stained with spring green, her caramel skin flushed like a pink rose. Deliberately, he forced himself to remember the soft oval shape of her face and the dark color of her larger lips.

This was not Liz. It was so hard for him to remember that with alcohol in his system and a willing woman under him.

"Hellboy?"

"I'm sorry," Hellboy whispered finally. Mary blinked in surprise, confused, her breath hitching in her chest for a moment, before it clicked in her brain. She smiled softly at him before grinding her hips up against him in reply. A thundering growl echoed in the tent as he pressed back tightly, his forehead lowering to rest on her shoulder. His heart felt as if it would explode from excitement. They're hips seemed to almost meld together as he pushed himself hard against her into the ground.

To his utter and complete surprise, Mary leaned up and nibbled on his lower lip, biting the tender flesh and sucking it into her mouth. It almost hurt how her sharp little teeth tore seductively on his skin but it gave him greater courage. Pulling back from her slightly sadistic half-kiss, Hellboy gave her an approving grin before arching down for a sweeter prize.

Their lips met softly at first, his a bit bruised from her previous attentions, hers a moist but firm presence. Proving to be quite adventurous, she teased her tongues tip along the entrance to his lips as if asking for permission. From its position in her hair, Hellboy's hand slid down her neck and collarbone to her naval where he danced his fingers on her soft belly before groaning in response.

Her tongue tasted sweet like melted sugar from the Oreos as it slid into his mouth, touching and seducing his which eagerly met it. The softest moan mingled in with her wet lips as she savagely kissed the demon, her hands running down to his somewhat slim hips, tasting his golden beer-sweet spit.

Again his mind transformed Mary. The sugary taste evolved into the taste of black coffee and butterscotch candies, the ones Liz had been eating on the way to Rasputin's grave, the ones that she tasted of so far underground.

As soon as her shaky, cool hands slid under his shirt, Hellboy felt as if his pants were going to break to pieces from the strain he was under. She must have felt it or else she wouldn't have begun giggling. Little fingers, clever little fingers, crawled their way up his deep crimson skin, lightly circling the engraved markings in his chest and stomach. Each brush made him shudder and quake from the light, unbearable sensations.

All the while their tongues battled, chasing and testing one another, biting and suckling hard. Both of them were panting for breath but too enflamed to give a shit about it as their hips met through clothing. His restrained, long cock pressed tightly against her folds under her panties as they pushed together.

Hellboy's hand finally snaked under her shirt, making her moan loudly into his mouth as it traveled over her sensitive skin. Wanting to see what his hand was exploring, he pulled away enough to sit up on his right elbow, the other hand dancing in tantalizing circles over her ribcage and stomach. The black t-shirt eventually wiggled up enough to let him view the pale flesh and the red hand which teased it.

Mary laid back, letting him explore, biting her lower lip to keep back laughter and groans. His golden eyes swept, smoldering from under his ponderous brow, as he glided the pads of his fingers just over her skin. Pressing and smoothing over the flesh that made up the valleys of her ribs and hips, Hellboy leaned down and followed it with a light, teasing tongue, making her arch up into his mouth eagerly.

Liz…

No, not Liz. Mary, it was Mary.

Dipping to taste her tempting bellybutton, the demon grinned in self satisfaction before resting his cheek on her exposed stomach, looking up at her flushed cheeks and smile. Mary shifted slightly, trying hard to squash the intense stirring in her lower areas and the aching in her chest. She could feel his hard evidence against her lower thigh, slightly throbbing against her, but did her best to ignore it. Not yet…

Bringing her hand up she undid his long black hair, running her fingers through the silky strands easily. Slowly they both relaxed to a comfortable state where neither were about to die from want. Hellboy was about to move off of her legs and hips, which he was sure he was just about crushing, when he felt that curious sensation.

A million crawling hands, hot and moist, ran up and down his legs and thighs, kneading the muscle and flesh. At first, it startled him to the point of freaking out until he spotted Mary's somewhat sleepy smirk. Easing back to lay his head on her belly again, he allowed her mental touches to run up and down his back. It felt really nice actually, like a massage that ran into the skin and through the flesh instead of just the surface.

Slowly his entire body became pliable and loose from the firm and soothing hands which seemed to attack him at all angles. A low, grumbling purr echoed through his chest, vibrating on her legs.

"You're gonna make me fall asleep here, Shorty."

"Good. I wanna go to sleep anyway."

"Alright. Fine," he replied before purposefully increasing his weight on her, issuing a loud snore. Mary laughed in slight annoyance before squirming to try and escape.

"No! Not on me, Hellboy! I meant in the bed!" she hollered as his arms snaked about her waist to hold her still. Sitting up as much as possible she managed to wiggle almost away, her hips and thighs free. Unfortunately, he still had possession of her knees, which he grabbed as he sat up on his legs. A loud squeal yelped out of her as he pulled on them, dragging her towards him with a sinful grin. His large arms pulled her legs about his waist before reaching to slide her up to his lap.

A faint blush painted her face as her soft bottom came to rest on his thighs, her feet together against his lower back. Her back and head rested on the sleeping bag, hands limp above her head, pelvis raised up against him.

Once again, she flashed through his mind, different, dark and so terribly sad before he shook the mirage free and looked down at her. This was difficult, not seeing Liz when he gazed at her. It felt awful and he wasn't sure if he could really do this.

Trying to control the dangerous urges which were boiling to the surface again, Hellboy gathered her up to pull her against his chest, sitting up all the way. Mary wrapped her pliant arms about his neck, her head resting on his collarbone, mussed hair tickling his chin.

"So the bed?" he muttered tightly, not trusting himself in this position. When she nodded silently, he raised up on his knees and shuffled up to the lip of the large sleeping bag. Tenderly he let her fall back off of him, plopping gently on the covers and pillows. She shivered at the loss of heat from his larger body and wrapped her arms about her chest, legs curled to her stomach.

Sitting on the edge of the makeshift bed, he unlaced his boots and dropped them near the door of the tent. Stretching his cloven hoofs he stripped of his black t-shirt, revealing the rippling mass of red tendon and cords. Mary's eyes locked on his hoofs first, studying them quietly without much distress. When Hellboy's gaze met with hers finally, she smiled in invitation, turning on her side and curling up for sleep. Before accepting the offer, he turned off the lamp, plunging them into the dark.

Crawling up behind her in an almost feline sort of way, he pried the lip of the sleeping bag from under her and slipped in, dragging her with him. He took up most of the space naturally but it didn't bother her. Reaching back she grabbed hold of his hand blindly, pulling him closer to her back.

As soon as his bare chest pressed against her shoulder blades, Mary wiggled back to mold herself firmly against him, her legs curved with his and her bottom resting in the niche between his stomach and thighs. A soft moan escaped him from the feeling of her flesh pressed provocatively against that most sensitive area.

Whether on purpose or not, she seemed to ignore the fact and yawned, snuggling into the pillow to go to sleep.

"Good night."

Hellboy responded with a murmur, his hand playing lazily in the dip between her hips and ribcage, foggily trying to fight his brain with its need to cast illusions over the woman in his arms.