Falling for the Beast
"LMFranklin20"
Disclaimer: Left 4 Dead does not belong to me and I do not make any money off of this non-canon fiction.
Summary: Dr. Angelica Pavlov is put on the worst possible job she could get: training and socializing a feral Alpha male Hunter. When he shows an unnerving interest in her, Angelica finds herself falling for the beast.
Rating: M+ due to blood, gore, violence, language, and intensely detailed adult situations (In other words, its Infected/Survivor SEX. Don't read it if you don't like it!)
Chapter Thirteen: Cuddles 'n Shit
The door to Angelica's room opens slowly and she walks in slowly, sighing heavily before closing it behind her. As she scans the room, she frowns a little. The Hunter isn't in there, or so she thinks until she hears the rolling growl. She looks around and then closes the door, glancing under the bed. At the same time, she hears him hit the floor and rush her and she turns just in time to end up half-pinned to the bed. He's frantically searching for something and Angelica gasps some, squirming, "What the hell are you doing?" He snarls at her, pushing off of her and looking under the bed. He snatches the stuffed frog off the floor and practically shoves it in her face, baring his teeth.
Angelica blinks, starting to get the idea, "Hannah? She's…She's just sick, alright?" He growls again, sitting back and holding the frog. He doesn't understand, of course but he cradles the frog, snarling in his confusion. Angelica shakes her head sadly, frowning deeply, "She's not coming back tonight, ok?" He backs up some, snarling softly and backing into a corner. After a long moment of studying her face, he whines softly and it slowly deteriorates into loud wails. Realizing her mistake, Angelica near shouts, "She'll be back tomorrow!" Her own distress is apparent though and she groans loudly as he continues to wail, hugging the little frog to himself and rocking. She can't help feeling a little sympathetic for the poor male and she holds out her arms, sighing, "Oh come here." He continues to whimper, eyes wide but he waddles to her, using one hand to maintain his grip on the little frog and perhaps even looking a little scared.
He moves into the circle of her arms, pressing his face against her chest and she hugs him tightly with one arm, trying to tilt his face up with her other hand. "Look at me," she says softly, tilting her head slightly. In his panic, he's got tears welling up and Angelica blinks in surprise, then manages a little smile at him. "Oh no, no!" she chuckles harshly, speaking slowly, "Hannah is ok." His free hand curls and uncurls in her shirt as he looks up at her with wide searching eyes. "Hannah's alright," she whispers soothingly, patting at his hair, "Its ok, its ok."
He finally rests his face against her shoulder as he grunts softly. As he calms down, his arm wraps around her waist and he shifts slightly. An occasional mournful sound slips from him but otherwise, he seems ok. Angelica smiles warmly and then past his back before standing up, "Tell you what, I'll get out your toys and then I'll get us something to eat. How does that sound? Hmm?" He responds with a soft whine, holding her hand tightly and just really not wanting her to go anywhere anymore. He gives her a desperate look. He's been shot. His Little Female was taken. He's been helpless and angry and he just wants…he just wants to curl up with her.
She glances down at him and feels a tug at her chest. Aw hell, she can't say no to that. She really can't. She shakes her head slightly, keeping a hold of his hand and then starts backing up to the bed. "Come on," she beckons. He clambers onto the bed, almost immediately tucking himself around her and she sighs, pulling a blanket up and around them. If he weren't so upset, she might feel more awkward about it but…
He buries his face against the back of her neck, letting out a soft sound and she shifts until she's facing him, "I know, I know." She sighs against him, wrapping her arms under his and pressing close, "Its been a long day." She hesitates and then leans up, briefly kissing his cheek. It doesn't feel like anything too personal. She'd done the same thing for Paige. He pauses, feeling her lips drag over the scruff of his cheek and he manages a half-smile, stroking at her back and curling against her. Angelica closes her eyes but doesn't try to stop him. She can't deny that it feels kind of nice. She takes a deep breath, stroking at his back and her fingers brushing over the relatively fresh wound from his exercise.
"You…had someone like Hannah before, didn't you?" she wonders aloud, her voice slightly muffled against his chest, "I can tell." He only whines softly in return, his face twitching before he presses his face into her hair. The silence is punctuated only by the sound of his rough breathing. His body heat is overwhelming, warming an otherwise cold bed and she finds herself starting to doze against him. Its not long before she drifts off and he's left awake and worried about his Little Female.
The day has been filled with play and exercise, testing and visiting Hannah, sick with the flu in the infirmary. Angelica is glad to finally be back in her bedroom and she digs through the middle drawer of her dresser. The Hunter comes up behind her, sniffing into the drawer and she pushes his face back with a soft laugh, "Those are just my clothes." She finally snags her nightgown, holding it up victoriously, "Ha!" he leans towards her slowly, grabbing a corner of the nightgown and chewing on it almost thoughtfully. She scolds him quickly, "Oh-no!" She groans some, trying to pull the nightgown away, "I need that. Do you really have to chew on everything?"
He blinks up at her and whines softly before rubbing up into her thighs with a sigh. Angelica shakes her head slightly and returns to digging through the drawer, eventually coming up with an old, fairly badly torn shirt of her's that, for whatever reason, she hadn't immediately thrown out, and drops it to the floor near him. "Fine, you can have this one."
He snuffles at the shirt but it doesn't smell like her, not really. He whines and sits back up, sniffing at the edge of her shirt. He nibbles at it, reaching up a hand to hold her hip. She brushes his hand off, smiling lightly, "Uh-uh. Now you wait right here." He whines, already following after her as she heads for the bathroom, nightgown in hand. He wants her shirt. He paws at the bathroom door pointedly, looking up at her. "You. Are staying out here," she insists firmly, shutting the door behind her. Its met by immediate whining and pawing. He'll-he'll even take a bath if she wants him to!
Angelica lets out a loud sigh from inside, already mostly undressed. "Fine," she eventually groans, balling up her shirt and pants in her hands and cracking the door just enough to toss them out before shutting it again. He tries to catch the clothes and gets most of them before happily trotting to the bed, leaping onto it and turning in a circle before dropping down. He chews contentedly on her clothing, listening as the shower comes on. He's calm for all of a few minutes before he raises himself up and paws at the door, finding it creaks open. He blinks and looks down at his hands. Has he learned a new trick without knowing it?
He wedges his face into the doorway and then shoulders the door open further. He wanders into the bathroom, startled to find a scrap of cloth that smells…very much like her. And something else. He picks up her panties in his teeth and rumbles deeply, turning towards the shower. At first, she doesn't even notice him, shampooing her hair and her eyes closed as she tilts her head back. His chin rests on the edge of the tub as he watches her, his eyes hooding at the sight of her uncovered. As she's rinsing, she happens to glance in that direction and does a double-take. "WHA-!" she criest out, her eyes going huge and grabbing at the shower curtain in a desperate attempt to cover herself.
"What are you doing in here?!" she asks in earnest, glaring at him. He jerks his head back at the spray of water, wrinkling his nose but soon returns, peering up at her with wide eyes. "No. Shoo," she waves one hand at her ineffectively, still trying to stay covered with the curtain, "Damn it, no peeking for you!" Her cheeks flush as his gaze travels up and down, his brow arcing suggestively. She bites her bottom lip and groans some. She would usher him out but that would mean baring herself. "Fine," she yanks the curtain closed again, covering his face, "You stay right there. No…No peeking or this shower is getting turned on you."
The Hunter only rumbles in response, pulling his face back some but then relaxing again. He gets his nose inside the curtain, this time dragging the panties with. He sniffles obnoxiously, letting them drape over his jaw. She shakes her head, starting to give up in favor of getting washed as quickly as possible. Angelica frowns, a bit unsettled at what he's doing with her unmentionables and her face turning more and more red. He turns more towards her, eyeing her and rumbling. "HEY!" she shouts, "Alright, I warned you!" She turns the shower head on him and he scrambles to get away, his claws scraping as he tries to get out of the way. Her panties still dangle from his mouth and he ends up leaping onto the bed, turning with wide eyes and shaking himself.
Angelica smiles triumphantly and rinses the rest of the suds from her hair before shutting off the water. She steps out and starts to towel herself off, bumping the door with her hip. He inevitably gets bored again and he narrows his eyes, wondering if he can get in without getting sprayed. He slips off the bed and sneaks along the wall, rumbling as he peeks around the door frame. He shoves his face in again and screeches when she's RIGHT THERE. He leaps nearly six feet in the air, out of shock, scrambling back into the bedroom.
She screams at his shriek, turning quickly and sticks her head out, her eyes wide and holding the towel tight around herself, "What, what?" He blinks at her, shaking slightly and still a little startled. He settles lower onto the bed, becoming just the back of his hoodie and the actual hood, dirty yellow eyes glowing from under the slit of shadow. She sighs, shaking her head and wiping a hand over her face. She shuts the bathroom door, as much as she can and quickly pulls on her nightgown. When she walks out, she's already waving a finger, "Alright, you are not going to look in on me in the shower anymore, got it? Peeking means water."
He blinks at her, tilting his head up and an eyebrow inching up. The other soon joins it and he turns his face into the blankets, burrowing deeper underneath them. He chews on her panties with a deep purr and she reaches in, snatching the panties back, "And I'm taking these back." He grumbles and nibbles at her fingers, though he's obviously not going to hurt her. He growls and pulls the panties back, tucking them underneath himself with a grumble. She fights with him for a minute, earning her an evil glare.
He finds the pocket of his hoodie, stuffing the panties into them and grumbling. She puts her hands on her hips and scowling. After a minute, he sits up, grinning triumphantly with the lace edge hanging out of his pocket. "Nice try," she mutters, diving onto the bed in an attempt to snatch them back. He dodges her, leaping back and then settling down on the bed with a yip. He jerks forward, nipping at her fingers again before settling onto his stomach, hiding the panties again. "Hey," she pulls her fingers away and tries to roll him over, "Stop that!" He rumbles, refusing to roll over. To show his stomach is to show submission and he, of course, would never show submission to her. He grunts some, pushing and trying to roll her over.
Scowling, she manages to stay upright, unintentionally kicking some of the blankets off the bed in the process and grunting. Oh, now he's just being stubborn! He lowers himself into the nest again, eyeing her pointedly. Don't push him, he won't push her. Angelica picks herself back up, frowning slightly as she leans over him, "Give. Them. Back." He grunts and glances at her from the corners of his eyes. He flares his nostrils and smacks his lips as he turns just his head to look at her. "Nope," she mutters, attempting to go right after him, one arm searching underneath him and trying to find her panties that way. She doesn't notice when her nightgown starts to ride up as she struggles with him.
He grunts and rumbles and then yanks her arm further underneath himself. He pushes himself up, standing over her on all-four's and rumbling inquisitively. She puffs with indignation, trying to get back up but is unsuccessful. What is his fascination with her damned underwear, anyways? The Hunter lowers his head, actually quite enjoying this. He nuzzles her hair, wrapping a hand around one wrist to pin it and then finds skin near the back of her neck, taking an experimental nibble. Angelica gasps, her eyes widening and she tries to wiggle to face the other way so she can at least move. "Stop," she warns, feeling rather weak for some reason.
The Hunter rumbles, keeping her pinned and sniffs along her neck, shoving his nose against her collar of her night gown and lapping at her skin. He watches carefully for her reaction as she shudders underneath him. Suddenly, she's shaking like a baby deer, but she shakes her head, "N-no…" Panic overwhelms her but she can't escape him. He feels encouraged that she's not fighting him and then draws his tongue up her neck hard. She gasps sharply, her limbs failing her and her skin burning as she blushes. All the fight has left her and she gives a soft, unwilling sound beneath him.
He purrs deeply at his new discovery. This is…a very interesting reaction. He remains there, stiffly hovering over her on all four's, nibbling at her neck gently, his thumb starting to work gently circles on her wrist. How had it gotten like this? One minute they were playing and the next…
"Why?" Angelica nearly whimpers, her eyes wide and her skin breaking into goosebumps, "Why are you doing this?" The Hunter rumbles again, seeming to deem it safe to release her hand, his hand instead travelling to her waist. He purrs against her hair. She shudders again at the feeling of warm breath on her neck. She tries desperately, to formulate some kind of refusal, or the strength to shove him back, but she feels almost senseless, except for where he's touching and tasting her. He sits up slowly and carefully drags her into his lap. His hand snaps down, quickly grabbing her's as he leans back against the wall and presses his face to the side of her neck.
His other arm wraps tightly around her waist, stroking gently. Angelica shifts uncomfortably. It feels good…she can't deny that but she's, she's so unused to the tenderness. Joel had never…he'd never been like this. He was even more clinical and calculating than her. She lets out a shuddering sigh and then looks down at her lap, "I-I can't do this…" He tenses some, holding her and his legs pull up, bent at the knee as he peers down at her. He gives a soft whine, brushing his knuckles over her cheeks and she closes her eyes, leaning into the touch before staring up at him almost pleadingly. "I-I'm sorry," she stammers out, searching for words though they'd hardly matter to him. She wraps her arms around his shoulders and gets out in a whisper, "Can we just…you know…this?" Her eyes dart away and then she sighs again, "I just…I-I'm not ready."
The Hunter cocks his head down towards her, not understanding but pleased that she's touching him. He pets her arm and relaxes slowly again, peering at her face in a mix of confusion and curiousity. She looks down again, not sure what to do in this new situation. She…she knows its wrong. But she's feeling a whole lot of that she should not be feeling, especially towards him. She swallows thickly and then lets out a long sigh. She hesitates and then leans up, pressing her lips to his fevered brow before squirming some, settling onto her side, "Good night…"
He blinks in surprise when she touches her lips to his head and then breaks into a grin. For now, he's content to leave it at that and he wriggles down to lay behind her, wrapping an arm around her waist and tucking his free arm under his head. As soon as he's tucked in, he starts a deep steady purr, pulling her a little closer.
A/N: Awww…lookit them being all lovey-dovey and shit X3 Oh yes, yes, prepare for more of this! :I
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