Hawke 06
By: Persia
Note: takes place 15 minutes after Hawke 05
On we go
Hawke woke up in a bed, a very warm bed with something next to her that was
also very warm.
"Relax, Hawke, I won't hurt you, I just need to know where you're…" but he
didn't get a chance to finish before Hawke pulled him towards her. "No. Just try
to comprehend the fact that you have NO IDEA who I am." This stopped her for
a moment, just long enough for him to slip the cuffs he had in his hands around
her wrists and over the bed.
She yelped slightly in surprise. She hadn't expected him to resist her, but her
hormone-fogged brain wasn't in the mood for resistance. She struggled against
the cuffs, but in this state she was no match for them. She swiveled her head
around to look at the raven-haired man who had done this to her. "Let me go."
She hissed, not as a plea, but as an order.
"I'm sorry, but your ehem, "friends" would kill me if I knocked you up, or did
anything else to you, for that matter." He said almost gently.
"Who are you to tell me what I can and can't do?" whoa, her struggling mind
thought, way too many sexual undertones in that one.
"I am (LEGOLAS(just kidding)) Leo, and who the hell are you? No, never mind, I
already know who you are, and I don't think it matters what you say." Leo said
with a slight smirk on his face.
Hawke growled, an inhuman sound, and tried to push forwards to him again.
"Nope, I do believe that I know what's going on in your genetically enhanced
brain, which is now about as functional as a chicken's besides the need, and you
will have absolutely NO sexually contact of any kind for the next," he paused and
looked at his watch, "70 hours. Kinda sucks to be an X-7 in heat, they got way
too much sex-drive, late bloomer."
"Why do you keep calling me late bloomer?" she asked almost seductively, but it
didn't quite work.
"Hmmm, maybe because the rest of your series started this when they were
about eleven, and you're almost seventeen? Yes, I know these things." He
swished his dark hair out of his face. He lay down beside her, and looked as
though he had every intention of going to sleep, but then he suddenly got back
up again. He went off into another room, and did not appear again for several
minutes.
When he returned, he carried with him a syringe full of a clear, almost iridescent
liquid. He sat on the bed beside her, and made as though he was going to inject
her with it.
"No," she whimpered, as he drew close to the tender flesh of her arm, she had
been shot three days ago there, and though it looked healed, it still hurt terribly.
He looked at her questioningly, wondering if this was another trick.
"I was shot," she said, and as she did he saw the faintest sign of a scar on her
inner bicep. Though it didn't show, the bullet had gone in enough to chip her
elbow, but just slightly.
"Fine," he said with a slight sigh, "Other arm." She looked mildly relived though
her hormones were still mostly in control.
"This is just a sedative, it won't hurt you too much." A at least I think it won't,
her thought as he injected her with a mixture of pain-killers and sedatives.
"God, I hope that worked."
AN: any good?? Tell me if ya like it.
By: Persia
Note: takes place 15 minutes after Hawke 05
On we go
Hawke woke up in a bed, a very warm bed with something next to her that was
also very warm.
"Relax, Hawke, I won't hurt you, I just need to know where you're…" but he
didn't get a chance to finish before Hawke pulled him towards her. "No. Just try
to comprehend the fact that you have NO IDEA who I am." This stopped her for
a moment, just long enough for him to slip the cuffs he had in his hands around
her wrists and over the bed.
She yelped slightly in surprise. She hadn't expected him to resist her, but her
hormone-fogged brain wasn't in the mood for resistance. She struggled against
the cuffs, but in this state she was no match for them. She swiveled her head
around to look at the raven-haired man who had done this to her. "Let me go."
She hissed, not as a plea, but as an order.
"I'm sorry, but your ehem, "friends" would kill me if I knocked you up, or did
anything else to you, for that matter." He said almost gently.
"Who are you to tell me what I can and can't do?" whoa, her struggling mind
thought, way too many sexual undertones in that one.
"I am (LEGOLAS(just kidding)) Leo, and who the hell are you? No, never mind, I
already know who you are, and I don't think it matters what you say." Leo said
with a slight smirk on his face.
Hawke growled, an inhuman sound, and tried to push forwards to him again.
"Nope, I do believe that I know what's going on in your genetically enhanced
brain, which is now about as functional as a chicken's besides the need, and you
will have absolutely NO sexually contact of any kind for the next," he paused and
looked at his watch, "70 hours. Kinda sucks to be an X-7 in heat, they got way
too much sex-drive, late bloomer."
"Why do you keep calling me late bloomer?" she asked almost seductively, but it
didn't quite work.
"Hmmm, maybe because the rest of your series started this when they were
about eleven, and you're almost seventeen? Yes, I know these things." He
swished his dark hair out of his face. He lay down beside her, and looked as
though he had every intention of going to sleep, but then he suddenly got back
up again. He went off into another room, and did not appear again for several
minutes.
When he returned, he carried with him a syringe full of a clear, almost iridescent
liquid. He sat on the bed beside her, and made as though he was going to inject
her with it.
"No," she whimpered, as he drew close to the tender flesh of her arm, she had
been shot three days ago there, and though it looked healed, it still hurt terribly.
He looked at her questioningly, wondering if this was another trick.
"I was shot," she said, and as she did he saw the faintest sign of a scar on her
inner bicep. Though it didn't show, the bullet had gone in enough to chip her
elbow, but just slightly.
"Fine," he said with a slight sigh, "Other arm." She looked mildly relived though
her hormones were still mostly in control.
"This is just a sedative, it won't hurt you too much." A at least I think it won't,
her thought as he injected her with a mixture of pain-killers and sedatives.
"God, I hope that worked."
AN: any good?? Tell me if ya like it.