Borrowing the Light
As the seconds ticked by, Hans was aware of exactly how long he'd been sitting alone today and how long he'd been 'thinking'. He was very good at keeping time, even if he wasn't doing anything.
The hands ticking away in his clock on the wall always seemed loud to his enhanced hearing, though he'd technically droned it out so it always sat in the background.
It sat in the background but reminded him of the days that had gone by. Or at least, how many he thought had gone by. There were some days he could barely remember and others...a strange blur. A trip to Doc would usually fix that issue, but sometimes memories still bled through.
His monotonous life, passing by on a black and white film reel.
He would wake, he would exercise, he would go to the kitchen and bring his breakfast back to his room to eat. He would re-read books and manuals and clean his guns and weapons.
Then, he would train either by himself or with participants that were usually made to fight him against their will. He would always be observed by lab assistants and people with clipboards, making notes and scribbling away when he did something new.
Major would sometimes call them all and have a pleasant chat, warning them that the day for war was drawing nearer.
That soon, they would be called out to kill.
Hans would then return to his rooms, do his paperwork, eat his food, workout again and then finally, sleep.
He would sleep in his simple metal bed, made especially for him since he was so tall.
But everything else was standard.
A standard bedside tables with weapons and a few pieces of essential equipment.
A wardrobe with uniforms that were all the same.
A simple table with two chairs.
But he never needed the second chair.
The seat itself was covered in dust.
But his routine and his chair were about to receive a most unexpected guest.
Xx One Evening xX
Hans had just sat down at his table, ready to eat his soup, when there came a knock at his door.
'Odd,' he thought as he paused for a few seconds and looked at the door.
Knowing that the person would merely knock again and it must have been important, he stood up and went over.
When he opened the door, he was surprised to look down and find the face of Rip Van Winkle, looking flustered and clutching at a large folder of paperwork.
She was still in her mandatory green uniform and it was obvious she had been running around like a headless chicken, especially evident that she couldn't keep still.
Rip Van Winkle. Average height and weight. Average intelligence scores. Superior marksmanship skills. She was desperate to move back up in the ranks, though her training had been put on hold for some reason. What reason, Hans did not know. That information was classified.
But people had referred to her as a 'glorified secretary', running around and doing tasks and errands for people who were generally too busy (or lazy) to do it themselves.
And Hans...Hans had found himself watching her when she trained. Sometimes, in the corridor when she would be walking to her own room.
He was never quite sure why he did that. It was a familiar feeling that he couldn't always pinpoint. Curiosity? Suspicion? Maybe she's a spy and working for the other side?
Before he could venture a guess as to what she was up to, she cleared her throat and smiled apologetically at him.
"Hans, sorry to bother you," she huffed and shifted the folder in her arms, "the bulb is blown in my room and no one can tell me where they keep the spare ones. Do you happen to have a candle I can borrow?"
Hans paused and thought about it.
"...No."
"Shit," she swore under her breath but he'd heard it clearly, "very well. Sorry to bother you."
The next time she spoke was more to herself as she turned and looked down the corridor.
"I wonder if the library will let me in to finish this work?"
As she began to walk away, Hans felt a strange sinking feeling in his stomach.
He didn't want her to go.
Not when he had a simple solution.
"Wait," he called out and she turned around and cocked her brow at him.
"The light works in my room. You can finish your paperwork."
She blinked at him a couple of times, seemingly unsure how to react.
"Th-thank you," she managed to stutter out and slowly walked back over to his door.
Rip was stumped. This was the most they'd ever talked. The most he'd ever talked to her at least.
She tried to start a conversation with him once about guns but he just carried on walking.
He stepped aside and held the door open for her and when she walked inside, she saw the meagre dinner he was having and instantly felt guilty.
"Oh! I'm sorry, I didn't know you were eating-"
"It's fine."
Hans didn't even wait for her to turn away and leave him.
He closed the door behind her and walked straight back towards the table, intent on finishing his food.
"But, I-I can come back later-" Rip tried to stammer out, but he actually glanced at her and she stopped talking as her heart raced.
"Sit down. You will not bother me."
Taking the cue that it was alright and knowing she wouldn't get her work done if she left, Rip quickly scooted around and sat opposite him, trying her hardest to keep her space to herself. She made sure there was space to open her folder, but would not touch his bowl.
For a while, neither said anything. She was beginning to feel a little hot and awkward as the silence stretched between them, so she decided to attempt some idle conversation. What harm could it do?
"So, how was your day?" She glanced up at him, fiddling with her pencil and pretending to look busy.
He paused with the spoon halfway to his lips and gave her a deep, blank stare.
"Fine," he stated simply and then, looking back down at his spoon, proceeded to eat.
'Oh...fuck,' she thought, feeling like a complete idiot.
"Oh...well, good," she looked back down at her work and tried to focus. Of course, he wasn't going to ask her how her day was nor should he even care. Why should he? She was bothering him and if she really didn't need to finish her work, she'd have left him.
But funnily enough, when the silence over them stretched again, it became...comfortable. She focused on her work and he continued to sip her soup.
So focused was she, she didn't realise he had stopped eating and was just looking at her.
Sneakily, of course.
He made no movement and slowed his breathing so like a deer, she would not see the hunter before her.
He just watched her and took his time remembering the smallest details. Her clean, jet black hair, like a raven feather.
Her smooth, white skin, with a speckle of freckles over her cheeks.
Her face...her quite pretty face.
He'd not used that word before.
'Pretty.'
It felt odd to him but he still found it the only satisfactory way to describe her.
He could have looked at her for longer, but she flipped the last piece of paper in her folder and scribbled the last of her notes and he knew she was finished.
He looked away in time and continued to quietly sip his soup as she put down her pencil and shut her folder.
"Well, thank you for lending me the light," he looked at her and she smiled gratefully at him, "I appreciate it and shan't bother you again. I'll ask someone tomorrow to fix the light."
Whilst she hadn't expected him to stand on ceremony, he still escorted her to his door and opened it for her to leave.
"Thank you, Captain," she gave him one last pretty smile and turned back away and walked.
Gone.
That was it.
Hans shut the door to his room and made to continue on with his routine as he would normally do.
But despite his best efforts, he couldn't concentrate for the rest of the evening.
Even when he lay down to sleep, he still saw her smile.
And he got a plan that he hoped would get her to him again.
Xx The Next Day xX
"I cannot believe that my side of this floor lost electricity," Rip sighed and rubbed at her temple in frustration, "this place is falling apart. Thank you, again. And I really don't mean to bother you."
"It's fine," Hans casually shrugged and focused on his food, "you cannot control the electricity in this place."
Unbeknownst to Rip, Hans COULD in fact control the electricity. He had located the fuse box and sabotaged it, so only one side of the hallway was without power.
He'd fix it tomorrow before anyone else could tell what went wrong, but just for tonight, he needed to see her again.
He wanted to try something.
As she sat and read, prepared for another evening of silent studying, she was surprised when he gently cleared his throat and waited for her to look up before he spoke.
"How was your day?"
Rip blinked at him a couple of times.
Was he...making an attempt at casual conversation? After yesterday?!
'Oh. Maybe he feels bad?'
Realising she hadn't actually said anything she mentally shook herself.
"It-it was fine, thank you. Not too busy," she offered a smile and decided to treat it as a normal conversation she would have with anyone else, "how was yours?"
"It was...satisfactory."
'Oh, dear.'
"Well," her brain thought quickly to prolong the conversation before it crashed and burned, "did you enjoy training today? I saw you're new technique. It looked difficult."
"Not really," Hans licked his lips and tried his best to explain what he had been told to do.
How his muscles and brains had been chemically enhanced to make even the most complicated moves easy, without having to train for months or even years.
Without meaning to, he ended up talking for ten minutes straight, explaining things that truthfully, went a little over her head.
She sort of wished she had something to drink since he had forgotten to offer her a beverage-
'Wait a minute!'
"Hans," she held her hand out to silence him and gave him a cheeky grin, "hold that thought. I'll be right back!"
She left his room and Hans checked himself over.
What was he trying to do? He'd bored her and she'd made an excuse to leave.
She'd probably come back and claim that she left some work in her room or she needed to get sleep or-
"Back!"
He looked up to see her at the door, carefully closing it behind her with her hips, since her hands were currently full.
She held out her contraband with a slightly sneaky look in her eye.
"I stole this from Zurin's room," she wiggled half a bottle of vodka at him and two cups in the other, "she's got a stash, so she'll never notice!"
For the first time since he'd let her in, he offered her a small smile.
He couldn't help it.
There was something about the way she looked at him that just made him...well, happy. How couldn't he be happy when her pretty face was smiling at him and sharing a secret with him?!
A couple of hours later...
Hans was feeling a little guilty.
Apparently, Rip could not hold her drink and after finishing the bottle between them, discovered she was a slightly giggling mess.
Whereas he was perfectly fine.
He had not been completely honest when it came to his tolerance with alcohol. In fact, he had maximum tolerance. He never got drunk, nor did he suffer from hangovers.
But Rip...she was a little sozzled.
Ok, she was drunk. She was giggling as she tried to retell a funny story from her past, she'd let her hair out of her ponytails and her cheeks had gotten a healthy, rosy flush.
"And I tell you, this guy," she waved her hands out, trying to demonstrate the sheer speed she had seen, "flew right out of the window, down into the greenhouse and woosh! The glass broke and he got sliced almost in half. ALMOST IN HALF! It was great, there was blood everywhere."
She was so animated and into the story.
But he wanted to reach out and touch her hair and had to concentrate on her words encase he accidentally did reach out.
He listened to her talk and shut his eyes and for a while, he could imagine he was there with her.
Killing everyone and anyone in sight whilst watching her excitedly slaughter someone.
And then she fell quiet too.
He opened his eyes when the silence stretched and she was leaning on the table, her face in her hands with her own eyes shut.
"Is it nap time? Sorry if I bore you," her eyes flickered briefly open again, but she seemed to be fighting a losing battle as they closed and she relaxed.
He could have told her she wasn't boring him, but he waited.
Waited for her breathing to even out.
For her body to relax so much, because...he couldn't find it in his heart to move her.
She looked so peaceful. Serene.
When he knew she was asleep, he fulfilled his need and finally reached out.
His fingers gently toyed with the hair that had fallen onto the table.
Soft.
Just as he thought.
One of the hairbands that she had taken out slipped from her fingers and fell on the table.
Not even contemplating resisting temptation, he quickly plucked it off the top and concealed it in his pocket, JUST as she forced herself to stir.
"Oh! I fell asleep! Sorry," she giggled and tried to push herself up, but swayed from side to side as she gripped the table for support, "do-do me a favour and help me man the floor, it's moving a lot."
Not wanting to see her struggle, he stood up and carefully took her by the shoulders, steering her out of his room and towards her own.
She made quiet little giggles, but he could tell she was struggling to stop herself making noise.
When they entered her room, he let go of her to shut the door, making sure they weren't caught by anyone who may be up and about.
He turned and casually looked about the place and whilst the bed and furniture were the same, there were drastic differences between the two.
On her table, was a neat piece of fabric with a vase and some dying flowers. Her wardrobe had a mirror hanging from it and in the corner, was a small postcard with a picture of Paris on the front. The Eifel tower.
Her own table was chaotic, COVERED in various folders and papers and pencils.
Definitely a 'Rip' room.
He turned about to see her already on her bed, crawling on her front to get comfortable.
"Thank you, Captain," she said as she slumped forward onto the pillow, her eyes already shut, "you are...one the bestest...nice gentleman...ever."
Whatever else she was going to say was gone, as she fell back asleep.
Wow, she couldn't handle her vodka.
And whilst his job was over and he'd escorted her back to her room and gotten her in bed, he found he didn't want to leave yet.
There was something nagging at him.
He sat down on the edge of her bed and looked over her.
It wasn't right to leave her to sleep in her uniform, right?
No, he could not undress her, it wouldn't be correct.
But he looked down at the foot of her bed at her boots.
Of course.
Using his stealth skills, he was careful and meticulous as he unlaced her boots, slipped them off of her feet, tidily arranged the laces again and then neatly arranged them at the bottom of her bedside table.
And since the night was warm, he also slipped off her socks and tucked them into her boots also.
His warm hands lingered over her pale, clean feet for a moment, admiring her little toes.
And then he left her.
Quietly, returning to his room, he cleaned up the mess of her paperwork, slipped it under her door and then returned to his room again to clean up the glasses and bottle. Since he could not slip them discreetly under her door, he hid them in his closet with his boots.
That night, as he lay in bed, he wrapped his hand around his thick, hard cock and pumped himself over and over.
Remembering the sound of her breathing. Her laughter. The smell of her. The feel of her skin.
He came quickly and it when the euphoria faded and he was faced with what he had done...he knew he had to stop or he'd get into trouble.
He'd get her into trouble and he didn't want that.
Which meant they could not be caught together.
So they could not continue with what they were doing.
One week later...
A week had slipped by and Hans had slipped easily back into his lonely routine, though he purposefully avoided even looking at Rip.
It felt like he was slowly going mad some evenings as he sat and stared at the empty space at his table, but he knew it was for the best.
Sometimes, to help with the anger building up inside of him, he would take out her hairband and idly sit and play with it. When he was calm again, he would slip it back into the hiding place in his drawer, next to his gun.
But on the sixth night, as he lay awake, contemplating whether to pleasure himself to create exhaustion, he heard a light but frantic knocking at his door.
He got out of bed in only his pyjama bottoms and stepped towards the door.
He already knew it was her before he even opened the door, but the sight of her attire actually startled him.
She wore a long nightshirt that came down to her thighs and it was evident she had been trying to sleep by her frazzled ponytail.
She marched in, looking tired and upset and quickly commanded him (in a hushed voice), "shut the door."
Hans immediately obeyed, locking it after him.
There was a long, awkward silence between them and he waited for her to speak. He had a feeling he knew what was wrong but wanted her to confirm it.
She looked as though she would change her mind, but her jaw tightened and she took two big steps towards him and poked him in his bare chest.
"What the HELL is your problem?!" She hissed at him and whilst she tried to keep quiet, she let her anger loose, "I've had it up to here with your treatment and I won't stand for it!"
"I do not understand," Hans was a little clueless to this sudden third degree, but he thought he'd treated her the same since their last meeting.
Apparently, he was wrong.
"Your-your ungentlemanly behaviour this week is terrible! You ignored me multiple times and left me standing there like a fool when I said hello to you!" She dropped her hand and balled her fists against her sides, resisting the urge to strike him, "It's RUDE! I looked so stupid in front of the others just because you couldn't be bothered to say hello?!"
Oh.
He'd hurt her feelings.
Hans hadn't thought of THAT as a possible outcome, but apparently his actions had caused her grief.
He hadn't meant to do that. He hadn't wanted her to get hurt.
"AND you took my boots off! I wanted to say thank you but you wouldn't even stop for that!"
She couldn't to quietly rant at him, but he'd stopped listening when he just watched the way she acted.
The way her eyes lit up.
The quiver in her lip as emotion took over.
It was like someone suddenly switched on an electrical surge and it coursed through him.
Without any more thought on 'what could happen', he swooped down and planted a kiss against her lips.
His arms quickly wrapped around her, one around her waist and the other around her shoulders, holding her in place.
She squawked in surprise and froze, still beneath him. Unsure of what to do.
Hans thought she might actually reach out and hit him, but instead, her hands rested against his naked torso and her lips moved against his.
He couldn't remember if he'd ever kissed before or if he had ever held a woman like this.
But it felt wonderful.
Natural.
When she let out a small moan, he knew he couldn't let her go. Not yet. Not tonight, anyway.
Opening his eyes, he kept his lips on her as he moved them towards his bed, careful not to trip up.
He kept her distracted by slipping his tongue against hers and hungrily plundering her mouth.
Rip could only hold onto him, desperate for more.
When the back of her lips hit his bed, she pulled her mouth from his and took deep, gasping breaths.
"Hans," she managed to get out, her lips quivering with excitement and want.
Urging her gently back, he supported her as she first sat and then, lay down on his bed. But he did not lay against her.
He crawled down, passed her stomach and hips and then, his hands gripped the soft, fine flesh of her thighs.
"Hans...oh god," Rip had to look away when his hands pushed up the hem of her shirt, his nails lightly scratching her skin.
He decided to prolong his own pleasure a little bit and explored her fine, soft legs.
Rip was glad she'd shaved them earlier, but that had been a whim. She hadn't actually planned for any of this and-Oh God, why was she thinking when he was doing wonderful things to her?!
He was currently gently kneading and squeezing her calf muscles, his lips smoothing over her, his tongue flicking out to taste her.
He smiled as he moved up and found an abundance of freckles above either of her knees.
He'd not used the word 'cute' himself, but she definitely had a cute body. Beautiful, even.
Nudging her legs open and getting himself comfortable, he pushed the shirt over her stomach and began to plant kisses up as his thumbs brushed against her slick folds.
He'd learned enough about female anatomy to know his way around, but as a joke, Zurin had thrown a porn magazine into his room before an inspection.
He'd read it thoroughly, merely out of curiosity, but he was glad he had. There were a few ideas he wanted to try out.
Rip gasped in shock as his hot breath ghosted over her skin and then his thumbs parted her.
His lips moved over her in ways she'd never experienced. She was no virgin, but no man, vampire or anything that Doc had created had done this to her.
Her body was on fire as he closed his mouth over her clit and sucked hard.
"Oh my god," she repeated over and over again as he moved his tongue and tugged lightly at her, changing the pressure from hard to soft.
Her hands wound into the covers either side of her head and his hands pushed her thighs apart farther, craving more.
The pressure began to build inside of her and her moans grew a little louder, though she did her best to stifle them and bite down on her bottom lip.
"Please," she whimpered when she felt herself on the edge of breaking, "please, Hans!"
The low growl he made tipped her over and with a choked cry, Rip came, quivering all over.
Stars flashed behind her eyes as she saw nothing but white for a few moments.
Her body was still coming down from its high when Hans finally lifted his head and began to slowly crawl up her body again.
This time, his hands moved against each button of her shirt, popping them from bottom to top.
Rip had finally gotten her wits back by the time the last button came undone and she almost desperately pulled at it herself, risking the fabric ripping.
But she let him and when he pushed aside the fabric and admired her milky white flesh, he licked his lips almost hungrily.
His mouth came down and kissed her chest eagerly, gently taking the skin in between his teeth and relishing in the noise she made.
He finally moved his lips over one hard bud and took it into his mouth, his tongue toying with her as he had done to her clit.
Her hands moved over his shoulders and her nails raked along his back, threatening to scratch him and leave a mark.
He almost wished she did.
Regaining her energy finally, she managed to push him off and sat herself up with him.
"My turn," she kissed him briefly as she shrugged off her shirt and her hands reached down to his pyjama pants.
Hans felt something primal move within him when her hands moved inside his pants and over his flesh.
She freed his cock and grabbed it, causing him to hiss in pleasure. With an almost cheeky grin, she shimmed lower and scooted back so she was bent over him.
His eyes widened in desire as her lips pressed a tender kiss to the top of his hard cock.
And when she parted them and began to suck, he grabbed onto her back and growled.
She was back far enough so he could watch her.
She slowly took him into her mouth and he had enough strength and willpower not to buck his hips and make her choke.
The wet, hot chasm of her mouth was the closest to heaven he'd ever been.
His hands stroked over her back, moving her hair aside as he did so.
The little moans she made at his ministrations spurned him on.
But he knew her attentions and her tongue would send him over the edge and gently gripping the back of her hair, tugged to make her stop.
"Rip," he choked out her name when she let him go with one last flick of her tongue over the top of his head.
He bent forward as she straightened up and their lips met in a frenzied hurry.
Now.
They needed one another now.
Slowly, gently, they moved against one another, Rip laying herself back down on the bed and him on top of her.
He grabbed her hips and she parted her legs for him.
Just by the way she clung to him, he knew she needed him just as much as he needed her.
He still could not remember if he had done this before.
But it filled him with hunger and something deep inside of him growled as he pressed his hip to hers, feeling her hot, wet core.
He reached down and pulled his pants down so they were to his thighs, but it was her own hand that beat him to grab his cock.
"Let me," she moaned against his lips and guided him so he was pressed against her entrance.
When he rolled his hips, he made sure he was slow. Feeling everything.
Her nails digging deep into his back.
The little cry that escaped her as he filled and stretched her.
When he had sheathed himself fully, he couldn't do anything but bask in the feeling. Wonderful? Euphoric?
Indescribable.
He buried his face against her neck and rubbed his cheek against her affectionately. Her fingers threaded into his hair and kept him there as she gently shifted beneath him.
"Oh, God...Hans, move!" She begged him and whilst one leg wound around his hip, the other stayed on the bed and she shifted her hips, wiggling them against him.
He obeyed her and slowly rocking his hips, he thrust back out and then back in.
She tremored and moaned and he could only cry out at the overwhelming sensation.
Her nails dug into the skin of his back and he growled again, thrusting more.
As he slid inside of her, she arched her back at the delicious friction and pleasure that sparked deep within her lower belly.
His fingers dug into her hip, pulling her towards him.
Needing her.
Wanting more.
As he finally found his rhythm, Rip found she couldn't contain her cries for long.
Turning her head, her lips found his shoulder and sinking her teeth into him, she sucked and moaned when she felt the fire within her, grow.
Tongues of desire and lust licked at her skin.
She was close, he could feel it.
And this time, he felt her muscles tighten around him when she reached the edge again.
With one muffled cry, she shuddered beneath him and grasped onto him as though she were drowning.
He groaned when her teeth bit him, a little harder than she had meant to. But it was all he needed to send him over the edge and with a cry of his own, he came deep within her.
For the longest time, they said nothing.
They just held one another, panting and coming down from the top of bliss.
Slowly, regaining his senses and knowing she wouldn't want him inside of her again just yet, he pulled out and raised himself to look at her.
They gazed into one another's eyes and knew what they had...could not be. Could not last. But for tonight...they had one another.
Not wanting to crush her, he laid down on his side and pulled her with him.
For an hour, they talked about anything and everything. Well, Rip did. Hans mostly listened and waited for exhaustion to pass them.
When her hands began to wander down his body, he felt his cock twitch in anticipation.
This time, he allowed her to move him and finding that he liked the control, got into the position she wanted.
He knelt and pulled her close as she clambered over his lap, their tongues dancing against one another yet again.
Her hand reached between them and wrapping around his cock again, pumped him until he was hard.
When his head was against her entrance, she pushed agonizingly slowly and their lips parted as he gasped.
"I can feel you," his hands moved over her legs and squeezed, wondering if this dizzying, wonderful feeling was something he could describe as 'heavenly', "I can feel how alive you are."
Her pulse.
The shudder under his fingertips.
Her muscles tightening around him.
And when she began to move again, he was willing to lose himself completely in her.
"Ah, Hans?!" Rip gasped out as one arm wrapped around her shoulders and the other around her hips, forcing her down harder and faster.
"Don't stop," he placed his lips against her sternum and pulled her down to meet his thrusts.
She moaned as he made her ride him faster, but was damned if he had the control like last time.
Both her legs got their strength back and she rode him at her own fast pace.
She already felt ready to burst.
Hans could feel her losing control again.
But he wanted to watch her pleasure break again...and again.
He pulled back and supported her when she threw her head back, crying out as her orgasm took over.
God, she was truly beautiful.
Her eyes shut tight.
Her mouth open wide.
His grip never left her as she jerked against him.
When at last she seemed to come back down to earth and fall into his arms, he kept still as she got her senses back.
And that's when she noticed that he was still inside of her and...well.
"Hans?" She questioned him breathlessly and placed her hands on his shoulders when he suddenly rocked his hips, "Oh God, Hans!"
"Lay down for me," he urged her and with great reluctance, slipped out of her warmth.
Rip whimpered with eagerness at the idea of her filling him again, taking her on the bed just as he did earlier.
But instead of laying straight down, he urged her to turn onto her front.
With her head pressed against the pillow, she shut her eyes and moaned as his hands and lips praised her.
He kissed her back and smoothed over her curves, worshipping her as no other man had.
She blushed when she realised where he was headed, his lips moving past her hips.
Whilst she did feel a little embarrassed, his strong arm slipping between her and the mattress made her stomach flip happily and she settled on her knees with him behind her.
She gasped in surprise when both his hands landed on either cheek and parted her.
"H-Hans!" She choked out and shut her eyes, as suddenly his face was between her, his mouth and tongue moving expertly over her lips.
No one had ever done THAT to her before and it thrilled her, filling her with a delicious sense of delinquency.
She wanted to hold it, but she was so sensitive.
"Hans, I-I'm-" She gasped when he removed his mouth from her, feeling the tight coil in her belly ready to snap.
He moved behind her again and before she could register what was happening, he pressed his front to her back and lined up his cock.
With one smooth thrust, he entered her again and like a wild animal, growled and gently bit down on her shoulder.
Rip's senses were overwhelmed.
She choked out a breath and knowing she was going to be loud, pushed her face into the pillow in front.
He rolled his hips hard against hers and with an almighty muffled scream, she came yet again.
This time, knowing he couldn't pleasure her until she passed out, Hans let himself come and gently thrust inside of her, feeling his seed spill deep within her.
She shuddered beneath him and he carefully pulled out and helped her lay down.
He was exhausted as well, but Rip seemed to be shaking from the exertion.
He made sure she was comfortable and laid against her, soothing her with his hands splayed over her sides.
"Rip?" He asked, his voice laced with concern.
She took deep breaths and finally managed to regain her senses.
"That...that was amazing," she giggled and seemed to be fighting sleep as her hand came out to stroke the muscles on his arms, "I will get up, I promise. I just...I need a minute for my brain to re-order."
Of course, as he expected, within a minute she was fast asleep against him.
He didn't wake her though, not just yet.
He cautiously moved until he could sit up and open his bedside table.
In the drawer was a single candle, a holder and a lighter.
He put them both down and lit the stub, wanting a little more light, just to see her.
His vision was perfect in the darkness, but he wanted to see how the flame flickered and danced over her skin, illuminating her in different ways.
And as he lay beside her, watching the light change and shift as the candle melted, he knew their time together was coming to a close.
And still, he watched her rest.
He may forget this. Doc may give him something that will make him even forget her but...for now. For tonight. He will watch her sleep and remember how she made him feel something wonderful.