Butterflies & Raindrops
Ch 4: First Appearances
Author: Miss Lizz
Rating: R for everything the past chapters have had, plus violence this time.
Disclaimer: Don't know who owns the MiB but it ain't me.
Loud, repetitive beating occurred for several minutes it seemed before fully registering in Elle's sleep-fogged brain, at which time it merely became annoying and nearly forced her to call out to whoever was making it. Nearly. She had just opened her mouth to do so when she remembered she was in X's room, in his bed. Whoever was knocking was looking for him no doubt and she didn't feel like explaining her presence. Especially in their current position, with it being so widely known she had threatened to kill the Jee'Dangian on numerous occasions. It would be an interesting explanation to say the least.
For a moment, the persistent knocking paused before starting again at a slightly louder volume. Amazingly, X never stirred any more than to wrap a well-muscled forearm around her waist and nuzzle her neck. Sound sleeper, she thought with a yawn and began to join him in dreamland.
Just as she dozed off the door opened and woke her up again but she did not open her eyes this time to see who it was. She heard a gasp that sounded suspiciously like Kay but that was impossible. Wasn't it?
Peering through her eyelashes she discovered that it was not impossible for there Kay was, his look of annoyance all too quickly replaced with shock. She'd never seen him with that particular emotion before; it was almost too funny. He blinked, once, twice, and without a word he closed the door with a soft click.
I hope he doesn't make a scene about this. We are, after all, consenting adults.
She finally fell back to sleep in X's arms.
Many hours later—no more interruptions had occurred—it was the heavily muscled Jee'Dangian who stirred from his dreamless rest. Fully conscious of his actions, X pulled the little blonde human even closer to his body, as close as their already skin-on-skin contact would permit. With an incomprehensible mumble he began to nuzzle her neck, breathing in the scent of her hair and skin, becoming aroused by just that even in his half-asleep state.
After a few heartbeats, Elle rolled onto her back to smile sleepily up at him before finding his lips with her own, gently lapping at his lower one with her tongue. She gasped as his tender, molten touch turned searing and achingly possessive, burning her where he touched and he touched everywhere. Warring with his tongue, sleep became the last thought on her mind as she gave in to the moment with a low moan of pleasure.
It was during this act of coital consummation that something strange happened. Not with their activities but with the fabric of reality.
"Now this is something I would have never expected to see," spoke an all too familiar voice, deep, melodic… frightening.
Alpha.
The 'man' who nearly destroyed the Earth on several occasions had survived that last encounter apparently and was now standing in the middle of X's bedroom. Though, why, the surprised agents had no idea about.
He looked different, no longer a hulking biological mechanoid, Alpha was slender and almost completely human but also completely not. Still bald, still possessing that sense of power and arrogance, the madman now radiated with energy and a fierce, barely checked fury boiling just below the surface.
The two passion-locked agents stared for a moment, too shocked to move, before X rolled off Elle quickly and made a grab for his carbonizer. He leveled it at Alpha's head, though the menacing effect was diminished considerably with his lack of clothing. Alpha didn't seem fazed in the least, for he just smirked. With a slight motion of a thin, strong hand, the green agent was thrown against a wall, crashing into a glass table.
Elle scrambled to his side armed with an icer. She had at least wrapped the blanket around herself. Again Alpha didn't seem to care, he smirked again with a glint in his black eyes and began to move towards her. Without a second thought, she fired, almost immediately having to duck when the blast was reflected back, the wall behind her icing over.
Then he left. Just left, without a sound, without a trace. But she had a pretty good idea of where he would undoubtedly head.
Grabbing her fallen partner's communicator from the floor, the blonde woman called the twins.
"Alpha's back! I think he's heading for headquarters and our weaponry may not be able to stop him."
Zed came into view then, "What do you mean our weapons may not work?"
"I fired an icer at him and he… bounced it back… and he threw X in a wall without laying a hand on him," she fought to keep her voice under control.
"Mm-hm. I want both of you her in five minutes," he turned away, but suddenly turned back. "Oh, and Elle? Make sure you're both in uniform."
A blush spread across her face as she quickly closed the communicator. Only to find a groggy X looking at her in a rather bewildered way.
"Where'd he go? And why is there an ice patch on the wall?"
"I'll explain on the way, we need to get dressed." She sucked a sharp breath upon seeing the cuts and bright blue blood streaking down his back, "but I need to bandage you up first. Where's your first aid kit?"
"Under the sink in the bathroom. Where did you throw my boxers?"
She decided not to answer that. She was surprised by X's bathroom, it was very tidy, much more so than her own and decidedly masculine in appearance but that was to be expected considering that X was every bit a man. There was no difficulty in finding the first aid kit and she was happy to see it was well stocked. She also grabbed some towels and lugged the kit to the bedroom to find X, now clad in a pair of black boxers, digging around his closet for a clean suit. From this angle she could clearly see his back. Electric blue stained his green skin and marred the intricate black tattoo.
"X, don't. If you have any shards of glass in you, it'll just get dug further in the more you move," this earned her a scowl from the big alien. "Sit on the bed."
He was almost complacent when he did as she ordered; it was probably from the pain. The blonde agent turned the overhead lights on and perched behind him on the bed, eyeing his wounds with as much professional distance as she could in the face of it all. She couldn't really flush out the wounds in here or really close them properly without a higher risk of infection, but she did have some surgical tweezers, wet rags, antiseptic, and, thankfully, bandages. With a quick 'this may sting a little' lie that all doctors know, Elle began to pick shards of glass from her Jee'Dangian's firm, broad back.
He only twitched once.
End ch. 4
I'm sorry this took so long but other chapters are coming, I just don't know when. Please review.