ONCE INSIDE
The elemental sat back, scanning the short time between himself and Shalimar. Everything was so vivid and recent in his brain. He had been torn between her and Jordan internally, and felt obligated to the woman that brought him there, to both Mutant X and the feral. But that night in the dojo, when Jordan said he owed her nothing (and when he wanted to do nothing but lay her down on the matted floor), he saw that he was torn. And while his soul begged for her, the lust in him wanted them both. Never the less, his path led him to Shalimar. There was a particular night that never left his memory.
He'd been in the garage, locking up the Mustang after coming back from a mission with Jesse. Even through his leather duster, the chill of air brushed his skin, forwarding the man inside for something to drink. He knew Adam always kept a pot of coffee on and settled on fixing himself a cup.
"You're not one for caffeine."
The man turned to see Shalimar in the doorway, her small form in dark pajama bottoms and a crop top. He grinned before sipping the dark brew, then the lips curled bitterly. "How does Adam drink this shit?"
"It's called cream and sugar." The feral walked to the cabinet, pulling a canister out for him. "Crème's in the fridge."
"You're right. I don't drink this normally." He said dousing the liquid with sweeteners. "It's just cold out tonight."
"Can't stay warm?"
Brennen looked at the feral lean on the counter watching him. Her hair was pinned up in a sexy mess of waves and that skin glowed in its light tan. Must have just woken up, he thought. His eyes stayed on her as the cup returned to his lips, its flavor emulating his thoughts. Sweet.
"What? No retort, Sparky?"
"Don't call me that, Battle Kat." Her smirk disappeared only to return in a much more alluring grin. "Besides, I'm too tired to play with you." He lied. "Got to be up early."
"Yep. With me." The blonde moved to the fridge, pulling out a carton of milk. Figures, he thought. "We get to pick up new mutants together."
"Sounds exciting." His eyes roamed her again. She's so small to be so strong. Just A little pack of energy, he thought. Nice curves, though.
"What are you looking at?" she started, eyeing him intently. For a moment, that gold flashed in her eyes and the perky nose twitched slightly in the air. Her voice hadn't sounded offended but,,,inviting. Brennen smirked before taking another sip of his coffee. She was sizing him up.
"Nothing. Goodnight, Shal." He turned to walk out when she appeared in front of him. That fast? He thought. Shalimar leaned into the taller man, hands folded behind her back. Brennen had to be a good foot taller than her, but he felt overpowered by her presence. His nostrils opened to the smell of perfume. No, he thought. She's in her P.J.'s. It has to be body wash. "What can I do for you?" he asked.
"Nothing,,," The blonde proceeded to walk around him. Ironically, it was nothing new to Brennen. Women always seemed to study him. Being devoured by their eyes, while boosting his ego, sometimes got tired. Her gaze returned to his face, reading the definition on his features. "Your skin is naturally dark,,," She almost sounded enticed. "Latin?"
"Irish actually." His fingers came up in a following gesture. "With a little bit of Espaniol."
"Hmmm,,,You're strong- for a non feral."
On the third go around Brennen pulled off his coat, his eyes still connected to hers. The blonde grinned in approval. "Is that better?" he asked, before turning slowly. A hand slipped over his shoulders in study.
"How long have you studied martial arts?"
"Since I was a kid. Tried to keep myself out of trouble."
"DIDN"T WORK." They chimed in together before breaking in laughter. With the caffeine in his veins, he suddenly tired of his role as prey. In a swoop, his arms pulled the blonde up, locking her in his arms. Their lips introduced easily.
He was easily stronger than the feral, who honestly tried to pull away at first. But she gave in (who wouldn't?). His fingers busied themselves in the rush of blonde hair and the workings of her spine. She returned the action, straining to reach her arms around his shoulders. His tongue had just begun to explore hers when she pulled back. They both heaved for air while she checked the hallway. Brennen waited quietly, before being yanked down all the way to her room, not emerging till the mission the next morning.
The elemental sat back, scanning the short time between himself and Shalimar. Everything was so vivid and recent in his brain. He had been torn between her and Jordan internally, and felt obligated to the woman that brought him there, to both Mutant X and the feral. But that night in the dojo, when Jordan said he owed her nothing (and when he wanted to do nothing but lay her down on the matted floor), he saw that he was torn. And while his soul begged for her, the lust in him wanted them both. Never the less, his path led him to Shalimar. There was a particular night that never left his memory.
He'd been in the garage, locking up the Mustang after coming back from a mission with Jesse. Even through his leather duster, the chill of air brushed his skin, forwarding the man inside for something to drink. He knew Adam always kept a pot of coffee on and settled on fixing himself a cup.
"You're not one for caffeine."
The man turned to see Shalimar in the doorway, her small form in dark pajama bottoms and a crop top. He grinned before sipping the dark brew, then the lips curled bitterly. "How does Adam drink this shit?"
"It's called cream and sugar." The feral walked to the cabinet, pulling a canister out for him. "Crème's in the fridge."
"You're right. I don't drink this normally." He said dousing the liquid with sweeteners. "It's just cold out tonight."
"Can't stay warm?"
Brennen looked at the feral lean on the counter watching him. Her hair was pinned up in a sexy mess of waves and that skin glowed in its light tan. Must have just woken up, he thought. His eyes stayed on her as the cup returned to his lips, its flavor emulating his thoughts. Sweet.
"What? No retort, Sparky?"
"Don't call me that, Battle Kat." Her smirk disappeared only to return in a much more alluring grin. "Besides, I'm too tired to play with you." He lied. "Got to be up early."
"Yep. With me." The blonde moved to the fridge, pulling out a carton of milk. Figures, he thought. "We get to pick up new mutants together."
"Sounds exciting." His eyes roamed her again. She's so small to be so strong. Just A little pack of energy, he thought. Nice curves, though.
"What are you looking at?" she started, eyeing him intently. For a moment, that gold flashed in her eyes and the perky nose twitched slightly in the air. Her voice hadn't sounded offended but,,,inviting. Brennen smirked before taking another sip of his coffee. She was sizing him up.
"Nothing. Goodnight, Shal." He turned to walk out when she appeared in front of him. That fast? He thought. Shalimar leaned into the taller man, hands folded behind her back. Brennen had to be a good foot taller than her, but he felt overpowered by her presence. His nostrils opened to the smell of perfume. No, he thought. She's in her P.J.'s. It has to be body wash. "What can I do for you?" he asked.
"Nothing,,," The blonde proceeded to walk around him. Ironically, it was nothing new to Brennen. Women always seemed to study him. Being devoured by their eyes, while boosting his ego, sometimes got tired. Her gaze returned to his face, reading the definition on his features. "Your skin is naturally dark,,," She almost sounded enticed. "Latin?"
"Irish actually." His fingers came up in a following gesture. "With a little bit of Espaniol."
"Hmmm,,,You're strong- for a non feral."
On the third go around Brennen pulled off his coat, his eyes still connected to hers. The blonde grinned in approval. "Is that better?" he asked, before turning slowly. A hand slipped over his shoulders in study.
"How long have you studied martial arts?"
"Since I was a kid. Tried to keep myself out of trouble."
"DIDN"T WORK." They chimed in together before breaking in laughter. With the caffeine in his veins, he suddenly tired of his role as prey. In a swoop, his arms pulled the blonde up, locking her in his arms. Their lips introduced easily.
He was easily stronger than the feral, who honestly tried to pull away at first. But she gave in (who wouldn't?). His fingers busied themselves in the rush of blonde hair and the workings of her spine. She returned the action, straining to reach her arms around his shoulders. His tongue had just begun to explore hers when she pulled back. They both heaved for air while she checked the hallway. Brennen waited quietly, before being yanked down all the way to her room, not emerging till the mission the next morning.