Authors Note:

One more chapter after this.
Moar sexy tiemz.
I'm almost done. I'm really enjoying scheming for Hancock's pov. Waaaay more of the slow burn. I half wish I would have gone even slower with SoSu. So many missed scenes and awkward moments.

Ah well. I can add them in from his POV ;)

I tensed beneath him, my body spasmed as I gasped for air. Everything inside me exploded like a firework, lights and glitter and explosions and beauty all in one. My hands dug into him as my body arched of its own accord. I clenched around his fingers, again and again.

His breathing labored as my orgasm subsided. I peeked from behind closed lids to see his eyes watching me raw and heavy with need.

"Feelin' better Sister?" His voice was tinged with humor, though strained.

"I-it's been..."

"Years?" He offered, hopeful.

I nodded, suddenly embarrassed and shy. I moved to push his hand away, confused when his fingers didn't budge. He grinned at me wicked as his thumb twitched against my clit, now sensitive from the earlier friction. I gasped, my body twitched.

"I-I don't think I can-"

His eyebrows raised, "Really?" His thumb moved again, my response unrestrained. "I think you can." He responded, slowly removing his fingers. "Look how much you came for me."

His voice was heavy, heady. I felt nearly drunk as I watched him lick his fingers. Part of me wanted to be grossed out, to be repulsed. Nate would never have done something like that. Then again, Nate had never said those things to me either.

A tug at my feet alerted me to my shoes being removed. The whisper of leather over my skin. I closed my eyes, enjoying the sensation. It was closely followed by the even lighter touch of my underwear tracing the same path. I knew I was naked now.

"You're gorgeous." His voice floated from above me.

I let out a self-depreciating laugh, "You should have seen me before the war. Less... hair." I felt the blush starting at the hollows of my cheeks; my legs were hairy, my pits were hairy, my vulva was hairy.

Sure I shaved, but it was difficult and usually the rash resulting was painfully itchy so the act was rare. I tried to bathe frequently to make up for it. I felt a warmth brush along my inner thigh. I jumped, my eyes wide open. Hancock smiled from down in-between my legs.

"Have you seen me, Love?" His tongue snaked out, licking one of my lips. I jolted at the contact, "I like your hair."

I let out a breathless laugh as his mouth set on the inside of my thigh, inches from my opening. I closed my eyes again, my hands roving over his head, his skin was so warm.

"Open your eyes." He grunted, "Watch me taste you."

I felt a blush scrawling over me again. I had never, never been this perverse with my sexual appetite before. Nate had loved me, I had loved Nate. But he had been safe. And comfortable. We knew what we knew and we never strayed. Even after I saw his magazines... even after I had offered more... The bitterness faded as Hancock grabbed my thighs, throwing my legs over his shoulder.

He kissed me again, "I'm going to taste you." He told me, his tongue trailing to the beginning of my pubic hair. "I'm going to tongue-fuck you senseless. I'm going to claim all your holes." He grinned again in a wolfish way at my confused look, "I'm going to cum inside of you." I felt heat pooling inside of me again at his words, "You are going to watch me. You're going to watch this. You won't be able to close your eyes without thinking about how completely I've claimed you." His tongue roved over my clit for a fierce minute.

Already I felt myself building back into an orgasm.

"H-how...?"

He winked, lifting his head for a second. "I used to be very charming and handsome, remember?"

"You still are." I purred back as his hand extended over my belly, pinching my nipple and his mouth continued to its wicked things.

I groaned as his tongue entered me, his teeth scraped against my sensitive, swollen skin. His hand retreated from my breasts and moved further down.

"You're so wet." His voice was so quiet I barely registered the finger he inserted, he swirled around. "I found your G-spot while I was down there earlier." His finger disappeared. "I'm going to try something, don't freak out. Stay relaxed. If you don't like it... let me know and I'll stop."

I murmured an incoherent something, eager to get back to the orgasm I was about to have. His mouth continued its work, I gasped and jumped form the sudden contact. I felt an odd pressure, an uncomfortable tightness.

"How's that?" He murmured against me.

"I-I-"

"Hold on... let me know in about 60 seconds..." His fingers went back inside me, adding to the uncomfortable tightness.

Hancock's tongue laved at my clit, suddenly the pleasure hit me all at once. I nearly screamed in my orgasm, clutching the couch to keep myself still. When my body had stopped shuddering he pulled back, wiping his mouth on his sleeve.

"I thought you'd like that." He chuckled warmly, removing his pants.

"When did you lose your shoes?" I was spent, exhausted. My bones felt like noodles, warm tired slipped through me. "I've never felt this relaxed."

Hancock's eyes narrowed as he leaned over me again, nipping at my neck. My eyes widened as the flame I had thought was sated roared to life again.

"Really?" I gasped.

"I told you." His voice was rough, tense. He had lost his pants, I looked at him unabashedly. "I'm going to fuck you for every time I had to finish myself without you. Now, roll over."

I gripped the arm of the sofa as Hancock slammed into me again and again, his hands grabbing my hips so tightly I knew I'd have bruises.

"Oh fuck." He groaned, slamming into me harder, the staccato of our skin meeting was an erotic song, the sound of him nearing his own orgasm made me that much closer to mine.

"Don't. Stop." I panted, greedy for my own release again.

He leaned over me, biting my shoulder, "Oh Sweetheart, I don't plan on ever stopping." He pulled out and thrust into me hard.

I came again, trembling as he pumped his hard cock into me a handful of times, his breath deepened, his gasps became sharper before he cried out. I felt the warmth of him spilling into me. The though made me want him again.

He chuckled, pulling out. I felt his cum follow, leaving a trail down my thigh.

"It's been a long, long time since I've fucked someone." He collapsed on the couch beside me. "I don't think I've ever orgasmed like that."

I shook my head. "Never."

He caught my gaze form the corner of his eye. "Never?"

I shook my head. "Never. Nate wasn't... like that. Not with me."

I thought Hancock muttered 'fucking idiot', but it was so quiet I couldn't be sure.

I woke, a cramp in my neck from the awkward position we'd fallen asleep together on the couch. I felt sticky, sweaty, sore and sated.

I lay in silence, feeling the way Hancock breathed. He emitted so much heat. My mind went over every detail of our time together; swapping stories, bragging about triumphs, exaggerating battle scars.

I tangled my fingers in his, tracing each vein, slowly memorizing the pattern of his skin, marvelling in the rainbow grey tinted flesh; thick and soft in turns.

It was more than that though, more than the brave, bragging moments; the way two people can bond over a beautiful night, a near death experience, a bland meal in a moment of respite between one task and another. Even in the ugly moments- the screaming and crying, the threatening and leaving.

And the coming back.

I smiled as Hancock stirred behind me.

He groaned in a weary way, "I'm too old to spoon on the couch after sex."

A soft chuckle escaped my lips, "How about spooning before sex?" I pressed a kiss to his knuckles, licking one of his fingers.

"I could do that." His voice was thick and low.

I moved onto another finger as he pushed against my ass. I giggled, spinning around. He shifted over so I was above him.

The mood wasn't on fire as it had been earlier. There was no rushed urgency. He reached up, his hand cupping my face as his other hand hung from my lips.

"You're so beautiful." He whispered in the kind of way that made me feel beautiful, worshipped. "I wanted to be a part of your life from the first time I saw you in my city."

"Really?!" I news shocked me. "I didn't really..."

"Like me?" His tone was self-depreciating, "I figure-"

I shook my head, "No!" I smiled, leaning over him, wrapping my arms around his neck, pressing along the length of his body. "I like you." I kissed his cheek, "I wanted to like you." His jawbone. "It terrified me." His throat.

"Terrified you?"

I looked up from the spot on his collar bone I'd been preoccupied with and nodded.

"I was determined to be alone." I moved to his chest, slaying my hands across the mass of muscle and flesh. "It scared me how much I was drawn to you."

I licked a trail to his nipple, nipped him, continuing my path down his ribs, his hips.

My hand wrapped around his cock, now hard. His eyes were focused intently on me; my hands, my body, my mouth.

"You're an incredibly charismatic man." I caught his gaze. "I noticed you immediately, even if I didn't necessarily fall under your spell." I placed a kiss on the skin next to his member.

His body jumped, his eyes closed. I smiled then, wrapping my lips around him. He groand as though he were in pain, his hand moved to my hair, grasping it tightly in his fist.

I was pleased that he didn't try to force my head further down, or speed my rhythm as I licked and sucked.

My hands trailed over his skin, caressing and grabbing when it seemed appropriate, when his breath sped up so did I.

"Fuck, sweetheart... God yes. Fff..." He panted, his hips arching up into me. My whole body became liquid need. I felt sexy.

"Im-I'm gunna cum." He panted, his grip on my hair tightened.

I caught his gaze, liquid pools of onyx burning hot. I grinned and winked, just as he had, before continuing.

"Shit-" His voice cut off strangled as he cried out.

Greedily I licked any of his orgasm I had missed off of him as his body relaxed, my hands rubbing his skin as I lay against him again.

"I'd been fantasizing about that for a long, long time." I grinned, loving his relaxed body, that I had done it to him. "Mr. Mayor! Are you blushing?"

His arms flew over his face. "I-it's been a long time since anyone has... has... made me feel desirable, Sister." His voice hitched, broke. "God I love you."

I moved to hold him, drawing him near.

"I love you too."