This is Hardcore

"I didn't know you lived in a tower," Lucía murmured. They'd just entered the tallest building in Tantervale, and he lived on the top floor.

"Yes – I consort with captive princesses and dragons all the time." He smiled as he placed his hand on her back and led her to the elevators. While they were waiting, he put his hands around her waist and drew her closer. She leaned in for a kiss, but he avoided her and instead, he kissed her neck softly. She grinned and was about to move her hands over his back when she heard him say, "We have to talk, Lucía." He'd started nibbling down her neck. "I hope you know that's all we're going to do when we get to my place."

"T-talk?" She sounded confused.

"Why yes, talk," he replied, rubbing his hands over her hips as he gently sucked on the skin of her neck. "I assume that's why you're here."

She closed her eyes and pressed against him. "I… Maybe. I don't really rememb-" She quivered as his fingers took off one of her earrings and his lips circled her earlobe, gently tugging it between his teeth. She sighed and moved her head to kiss him, but he had pulled away.

"The elevator's here," he said with a smile. "If you want to get away, this is the time to do it."

As soon as the doors opened, she pushed him into the elevator and kissed his grinning lips. "Slow down!" He laughed. "I'm beginning to think you're only here for my body!"

Lucía was going to reply, but she heard a man shouting, "Hold the elevator, please!" She turned around, standing in front of Anders. The man thanked them and then he recognized Anders.

"Doctor Devin! I've been meaning to thank you for what you did for Olivia!"

"Oh, it's no problem. Lucía, this is Mr. Thrask, one of my neighbors, and father to a beautiful baby girl called Olivia. This is Lucía, my girlfriend." Lucía and Thrask shook hands. As Anders and Thrask chatted, Lucía felt a tinge of excitement. This was the second time he'd called her his girlfriend. It was silly to feel giggly about it, but it made her fe-

Anders's hand was sliding down her back, groping her buttocks over the silky fabric of her skirt. She felt her face would surely betray her any minute now, as his fingers started making their way over her hips. She gazed at him and wondered how he managed to keep a straight face and continue talking to the other man normally. His fingertips found the line of her underwear and followed it up. He skillfully slid his hand inside the waistband and slightly tugged at the back of her panties, causing the underwear to wedge in. Lucía let out an audible gasp. Thrask and Anders looked at her.

"Is everything okay, sweetheart?" Anders asked innocently.

"I-I-I've just remembered that I… left something, at the office. Yes. That." She giggled nervously.

Thrask raised an eyebrow. Anders kissed her on the forehead. "Aw, she's so responsible! I'm so proud of her," he said to Thrask. Thrask nodded and smiled.

"Well, this is my floor," he said. "Have a good night; and once again, thank you."

"No problem," Anders grinned. "Good night!"

As soon as the door closed, Lucía hit him on the chest. "You horrible person! How could you do that to me?"

"That?" Anders cupped her face in his hands and bit her lower lip. "That was nothing," he whispered. "You have no idea what I'm about to do to you."


"No neighbors on the same floor?" she remarked. She was waiting for him to unlock the door.

"No. Feel free to be as loud as you want," he said, glancing at her mischievously.

"Ooh, so confident! What makes you think-" He put a finger over her lips and shushed her. He was pressing her against the wall, his hands slowly running down her body. Her cheeks felt as if they were on fire. Every time she tried to kiss him, he gave her little pecks. She groaned.

"What's the matter, Hawke?" he smiled, kissing down her neck. "Is there something you need?"

She held his face in her hands and pressed his head against hers, forcing his lips open into a long, sensuous kiss. Her tongue explored his mouth and his tongue responded, joining in for the first time. She gasped when she felt his hands pulling up her skirt and sliding up her thighs. His fingers played with the lace of her panties, rubbing her over the fabric.

"Not that I don't... like it," Lucía said weakly, as Anders kissed her neck, "but… Shouldn't we... go in?"

"Go in?" he whispered and nibbled on her earlobe. "All right, then." He wriggled one of his fingers inside her panties and slid in between her lips, slowly and tenderly. She was warm and moist. He pulled the panties aside, giving his fingers more room. She tried to pull his hand away but she couldn't – or perhaps she wouldn't, since now he'd found the right spot and she was completely helpless in his arms.

His finger moved in small circles around it, but not over it. Instinctively, she moved her hips against his hand. "Oh, somebody's definitely into this," he smirked.

"Shut up," she muttered, arching her back and giving him the chance to bite her neck. He raked his teeth against her soft skin and she pulled him off by the hair, kissing him as his fingers below worked slightly faster. With his right hand, he tried to unbutton her shirt and failed, so he just ripped the shirt open until he was able to slide his hand in. He cupped her left breast and bent down to nibble on it, his thumb rubbing her nipple playfully over her purple lace bra. She moaned and pushed her hips against his hand again. One of his fingers daringly slid into her. She shook her head and bit her lips.

"No?" Anders asked softly. "What do you mean 'no'?"

"Not… your finger," she panted, as his finger slid in and out of her. "You… Not your-" He held her by the chin and kissed her lips tenderly. She let out a moan that he repressed with a long kiss. As her breathing got heavier and he felt her body pulsating, he slowed down and focused on her mouth. He'd dreamt of her often, and he'd read and seen things that depicted women's reactions to sexual acts, but he'd never imagined that hearing her having an orgasm around his fingers would make her sound so sensual. Her moaning tugged at every part of his body and she was obviously feeling it.

Anders moaned as her hand swiftly slipped into his trousers and started stroking him. "Stop, stop, stop," he groaned and pulled her hand away.

"What? What happened?" Lucía panted. "Did I hurt you?"

He shook his head. "It's just that… We should go in."

"Oh, now we should go in?"

"Well, yes!" He was blushing. "It's different for me; things can get… messy."

Lucía smiled and kissed him softly. He smiled back. She took him by the hand and led him into his apartment.


"Are you sure you wanna do it?" he frowned. "I wasn't ready for this – we'll have no protection."

"I don't mind," she said, kissing him softly until she drove his frown away. "I really don't mind."

"Sorry about the other buttons," he said, unbuttoning the rest of her shirt.

"It's all right," she replied, her fingers loosening his tie and delicately undoing his shirt.

"Are you trying to show me how it's done?" Anders smiled and kissed her.

"Somebody's got to do it. I can't afford to run out of shirts."

"You're a wealthy woman now, you sure can. You can do better, you know…"

"Better than you, you mean?" She sighed. "Anders, I thought-"

"We have," he said firmly. "We've left that behind, Lucía. I promise." He kissed her firmly and held her in his arms. She hugged him tightly.

"And yet, you're leaving," she murmured.

"I can't cancel it now. This will be good for me. And for us. It's about gaining more insight into my condition. If I can learn something that will let me help others like me, then it will be worth it, don't you think?" He kissed the palm of her hand. "Think about Bethany. Don't you think she'd like to have what we have?"

"And what do we have?" Lucía whispered, circling his waist with the other hand.

"Well... Each other, and a hell of a night ahead," he purred in her ear, as he leaned forward and gave her a slow, deep kiss.

His hands slid down her back and unzipped her skirt. Her hands removed the tie and undid the zipper of his trousers. They kicked off their shoes, their mouths never parting, and explored each other's bodies confidently, shamelessly. Lucía broke the kiss and took him by the hand, leading him to his bed. Anders gave her a half-smile. He remembered that – something that had happened a long, long time ago…

In the soft light of his bedroom, they were all hands, fingers, and tongues; moans, gasps, and whispers. The things he said made her blush intensely, but at the same time stirred things in her that she didn't know were there. She found herself comparing him to Leto. Leto's body was firmer, but Anders's was tastier. Leto had been gentle; Anders was rough. And when she removed his underwear, she also found herself comparing them…

He didn't give her much time to think, though. He quickly pushed her down and got on top of her. She didn't need any more teasing to be ready. As soon as he slid into her, she wrapped her legs around his hips and held him there. She felt her own body quivering in this simple act.

"I'm supposed to be moving, y'know," he chuckled as he watched her face and her reaction.

"Just… Let me feel you for a moment," she murmured, her eyes closed and a grin on her face. Anders leaned forward and kissed her neck lovingly, whispering something in her ear. She laughed. "All right, all right – you can move. But I doubt it'll get better than this."

After the first couple of thrusts –Anders's movements were slow and hard– Lucía's smile vanished, and she desperately dug her fingernails on his back – not wanting him to ever stop, not wanting them to lose their perfect rhythm. Her back arched as he sank his teeth on her shoulder and her moaning filled the room. His mouth looked for hers and he thrust into her harder and faster, again and again, until he felt her tightening around him, shuddering under his body, and he moaned with release, still inside her.

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Title: one of my favourite songs ever, by Pulp. If you read the lyrics, you might think it's about sex but nope - they're much deeper than that.