For the Hoffman/Amanda lovers out there.
Michelle sighed and set the pencil down on the desk, shaking her head before running a hand over her face and pushing the chair back from it. John was busy working downstairs and really didn't seem to want her to spend too much time down in the basement since she kept complaining of feeling chilled lately even when it was clearly hot as hell in the warehouse. The reason she couldn't concentrate was the clearly obvious sound of moaning - and she thought she got a little out of control. It wasn't just Amanda either, it was clearly Hoffman too…ha! Standing up, she picked up the cloak off the back of the chair and swung it over her shoulders, heading out of the room and down to the basement to find John and see if there was something she could do to help him since she clearly wasn't going to get anything creative done in this current atmosphere.
In the confines of Amanda's room, Hoffman groaned, gritting his teeth as he gently placed a hand on the back of the young woman's head, watching his member disappear into the silky sensation of her mouth. Amanda gripped the base tightly, sliding her hand up and down with the motion of her mouth, grinning each time Hoffman moaned louder. She verygently drug her teeth up the length of him before circling her tongue around the tip, flicking it lightly and peering at the detective with his head thrown back and his eyes closed in sheer bliss. When she started to stroke him with just her hand, she saw his head come up, a devious grin before he sat up and grabbed her biceps, spinning them both around and practically throwing her onto the bed. Smirking at the detective, she tried to sit up, but he placed a hand on her shoulder, forcing her back down as he snaked kisses down from just under her breasts all the way down her stomach and to the inside of her thigh. Amanda shuddered and her breath hitched as she gripped the sheets tightly, balling them up in her fists.
Hoffman looked up at the brunette lying prone to him one more time before grinning and extended his tongue, very slowly dragging it up her delicate lips between her legs. He watched her legs shudder before he dropped his head down, his tongue swirling around her clit. Amanda started to arch under the ministrations of his tongue, Hoffman plunging into the depths of her flower and groaning at the taste of her. Eventually Amanda started to writhe uncontrollably, thrashing around as Hoffman added two fingers to the mix. Without warning she thrusted her hips upwards in response, Hoffman grunting as she practically cracked him in the nose, sitting up and rubbing the bridge of it "Christ Amanda."
Amanda sat up on her elbows, frowning a bit "I'm sorry Mark…"
"Shut up." grinning he grabbed her hips, pulling her closer to him, positioning his aching need at her entrance before very slowly slipping into the moist heat, making sure to 'pay her back' for cracking him in the nose. He grinned deviously at her begging and pleading with him to not go so slow before he plunged the rest of the way into her heat, listening to the sound of her crying out in response. If there was one thing Hoffman loved it was not only control, it was also the sound of a woman (especially Amanda) screaming in bliss at the feeling of him fucking them for all they were worth. Pumping in and out of her warmth, he dropped his head and grunted before moaning, listening to the sound of her panting through moans. Beads of sweat collected on her pale skin and Hoffman leaned down, dragging his tongue from her belly button up to her nipple, circling around it as he tasted the salty beads adorning her skin. He watched as Amanda arched her back, clamping his teeth around her nipple and flicking his tongue over the pert little mound before grabbing hold of her hips tightly and pounding away at a frenzy.
He couldn't control himself much longer, completely aroused by the way Amanda was responding to his actions and clearly Amanda didn't care how quickly it went at this point - she had her thighs clamped like vices around his waist. Throwing his head back, Hoffman growled "Oh fuck Amanda…" before he lost control, Amanda thrashing underneath of him, at the peak of her own orgasmic bliss as she cried out his name so loud, she more then likely could have penetrated the concrete floor of the warehouse and echo throughout the walls, but she didn't care. Collapsing on top of her, Hoffman mashed his lips aggressively into her own, his tongue darting into her mouth - he liked these conditions and was glad that he could now do this whenever he and Amanda felt the need.
She leaned in the door, her hands practically disappearing in the sleeves of the cloak as she looked into the room, bringing an arm up to her mouth and nose - well now, this was unpleasant. John was currently in the process of looking over his newest set up that would bring whoever the test subject was into rooms laced with people who already died and were, unfortunately, long since dead.
John looked up at her, sighing a bit and stepping over the lifeless body of a previous subject heading in her direction. Putting his hands on her biceps, he rubbed lightly and watched as she slowly pulled her arm away from her face. "What are you doing down here? I thought you've been feeling sick, you don't need to get worse."
"…the same applies to you wandering around down here with no one around."
"Touché my dear." smiling, he stepped away and back over to the little brick ledge, setting a tape recorder on it, also dressed in the black and red robes. "So why did you come down here? Clearly I doubt it was just to check on me."
She hated when he read her mind and he did it often. She simply shrugged in response as he looked at her and nodded her head towards the ceiling indicating the location of 'upstairs'. "Hoffman and Amanda were…hmm…busy and I didn't really care to sit there where I couldn't do anything worthwhile so I figured I could kill two birds with one stone." She heard him chuckle before he rose up and wandered to another part of the room, crouching down to fix something.
"Remember, we tend to cause the same strife for the two of them most nights of the week." He looked up to see her face flush and couldn't help but to laugh before frowning as she doubled over and coughed into a clenched fist for a few minutes. It reminded him of his own struggles, but luckily he seemed to just be getting sick with something that wouldn't kill her as quickly as his own disease was doing to him. He grinned and looked over at her as she looked at him, clearly caught up in Jigsaw's frame of mind at the moment. "Are you offering your assistance to move someone since you claim to want to 'kill two birds with one stone'?"
She looked down at herself realizing she was more then dressed for the occasion and shrugged a bit before nodding her head "Alright, fine. I hate this though and you know it." She frowned at him and couldn't help but to smirk a bit at his chuckle as he rose from his crouched position and walked up to her, taking hold of her arm as they headed down the hallway together to set up yet another test of someone's resolve and willingness to live.