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 Fourteen: Confession
Angelica slowly opens her eyes, blinking away sleep and still groggy. After a long moment, she realizes that not only has she wrapped herself pretzel-like around the Hunter in her sleep but her nightgown has ridden up clear over her butt. She blushes as she quickly pulls the nightgown down and then liberates her arms. She carefully steps out off of the bed, heading to her dresser as quietly as she can. The Hunter grunts when he feels her move, stretching slowly and yawning. He blinks up at her, rubbing his jaw against his arm slightly as he watches her moving around. Well, she won't be able to sneak out while he's asleep.
"Well good morning then," she says as she grabs her scrubs, offering him a small smile. His nose twitches but he makes no move to join her, content to stretch out on the bed and yawning again. She can't help smiling lightly at him and then heads towards the bathroom, shaking her head when she hears him springing off the bed to follow right on her heels. His knuckles even brush against the backs of her legs as he gets right under her. Angelica lets out an indignant sound, nearly tripping over him and she lets out a squawk when she does fall to the floor. She gives him a halfhearted scolding look but then sighs, gathering her clothes back up.
He grunts some at her and then grins toothily, nudging her butt before he scuttles into the bathroom, beating her there and waiting expectantly. She shakes her head, scowling and pointing back behind her into the bedroom, "Uh-uh, no. I'm not getting dressed with you in there. Now shoo." To her surprise, he rewards her with a strange sort of half-sneeze, settling himself firmly on the floor between the bathroom and the bedroom, staring up at her expectantly and making it clear that wherever she chooses to go, he's going to be there. She huffs, walking back to the bed, grabbing a blanket, and shaking it out, "Fine then." She smiles at him and then tosses the blanket over his head.
He lets out a screech, clawing at the blanket and rolling onto his side, only getting more tangled. He growls, rolling back to his feet and then backing up into a wall, ending up sprawled on the floor in his attempts to get free. Angelica chuckles as she begins changing into her scrubs. He's going to ruin the blanket but at least she isn't getting stared at. As soon as she has her scrubs on, she walks over to the squirming pile, laughing at the comical sight of his butt high in the air. She manages to lift the corner up and over his head with a joking, "Boo!" and then dropping it with a grin.
He grunts and immediately leaps at her, pinning her to the floor and attempting to imitate her sound though it comes out as more of a "rroooooaaaa". He slowly grins, showing off teeth as he flips the blanket off of his head at least and then attacks her neck with nuzzles, pressing close to her. Angelica can't help laughing as she tries to squirm away, turning her face away, "Alright, alright. Let me up, I've got errands." He smacks his lips at her and then fluffs up his hoodie as he settles over her like a bird on its eggs. He gives a short barking growl and Angelica sighs, arcing a brow before trying a different approach. She slides a big grin over her face and puts on an enthusiastic tone, "You wanna see Hannah? Huh? You wanna see Hannah?"
He jerks his head back some but starts to wiggle, excited by her enthusiasm and he springs up, growling shortly but playfully. She sits up, ruffling his hood with the blanket, still smiling, "Yeah, you wanna see Hannah. Now you-you just wait right here." She gets out from under him and heads for the door, hoping he's tangled up enough that it deters him. His expression instantly drops into a darker seriousness. He growls lowly and simply shreds the remains of the blanket before stalking up to her. She lets out a soft sound, putting a hand on the back of his neck and kneeling for a moment. "I know, I know…I would take you with me if I could. But I'm going to have a surprise, ok? Now stay," she points down at the floor before standing back up.
He growls louder, this time baring his teeth and he grabs hold of the back of her pants, digging his claws into the fabric. Angelica sighs and tries to pry his hands off of her pants, frowning, "No. Down." The expression on his face is stormy and he takes hold of her arm, the look turning pleading.
'Don't leave me.'
She lets out a loud sigh, then quickly turns her face, pecking him lightly on the cheek. Immediately afterwards, she tries to pull away again, hoping she might have at least surprised him so she can get to the door. His eyes do go wide but his hand shoots out, grabbing her arm and he cocks his head. He whines softly, looking at her and blinking slowly. He stands and presses his jaw to her mouth, nuzzling her softly and trying for more. She huffs and then kisses his jaw, "There, now will you let me go?" He whines again, nuzzling her more and demanding more. She pushes at him, scowling, "Now I think that's quite enough of that!"
He only whines louder, bumping his nose against her's and hoping for more lip-touches. She scoffs but then rubs one of his big shoulders and touches her lips briefly to the side of his hood. "You baby…" she then pushes again, her expression stern, "Stay." He seems to debate for a moment but then releases her with a snort, scooting back. He looks let down though, his shoulders drooping as she quickly exits, "Good boy." He sidles up to the door, scratching at it with a whine and then crawling onto the bed and curling up, turning so he can watch the door.
Angelica struggles to open the door, finally nudging the heavy slab open with her hip and stepping in. In her arms is Hannah, who, despite not looking totally healthy, is ok. Draped over her is a military coat with several medals pinned to it. The Hunter rises to his feet fluidly, giving a soft sound and sniffing over the both of them. The jacket receives a curled lip and a growl before he finds Hannah curled up in it. He bumps his nose against her cheek tenderly and then turns to press his cheek to Angelica's. He turns back to Hannah though, giving a soft inquisitive whine. The girl stirs in Angelica's arms and then blinks up at him, smiling weakly, "Hi."
The woman can't help smiling lightly, "You excited to see her?" She brushes hair out of the girl's face, watching the interaction with a soft smile. He snuffles at Hannah more, pressing his cheek to her's and then licking her gently. He's careful, dislodging her from Angelica's arms and pulling her into his own while crooning. Hannah coughs lightly, turning her face into the familiar hoodie. He strokes her head and then hugs her tightly to himself, crawling onto the bed. He pets her cheeks with rough palms and starts up a low steady purr for her, his face betraying his worry as he looks to Angelica.
She smiles lightly. Its sweet really, that he's bonded so closely with the child. "Miss Hannah just had a mild flu," she explains, speaking mostly to Hannah, "She's just going to need lots of rest and she'll be back to normal." Hannah yawns, as if to emphasis this and sniffling, her nose running a bit. He makes a small sound and rocks her, protective arms wrapped tightly around her. Hannah wiggles slightly and looks up at him with a smile, deciding to regale him with tales of her trip to the infirmary. "Someone came and-and gave me my Daddy's coat," she says with weak enthusiasm, "And there was this guy there and he says that once, he got run over by a lawnmower!" He grunts some, hesitating before tugging the jacket up over her. Angelica joins them after a moment, sitting on the edge of the bed and putting the back of one hand to Hannah's warm forehead, smiling at the Hunter, "Taking care of her, huh?"
He grunts again, licking her hand before resting his chin on it with a sigh. Hannah squirms some, then frowns deeply, looking rather queasy. "Uh-oh," she manages to get out. Angelica's eyes widen slightly and she shifts Hannah into her arms, trying to get off the bed and to the bathroom at the same time. She doesn't quite make it and Hannah winds up throwing up on the floor near the bathroom. After a minute, she begins crying loudly while Angelica frantically rocks her, trying to calm her down, "Oh, Hannah…"
The Hunter darts over to them, whining. She's acting like-like a Boomer! He doesn't want his Little Female to become sick like him…He whimpers softly, stroking her cheeks and then starts to tear at his hoodie, finally ripping it off over his head. He tosses it over the bile and Hannah sniffles some. Angelica sighs, gently holding Hannah out to the Hunter, attempting to pass her off. "Here, I've got to clean that up…" He doesn't hesitate to take her and curls himself around her, stroking at her cheeks and hair.
He picks her up by the back of her shirt and waddle-carries her into the white room, fumbling around the bathtub. He gives a frustrated snarl, holding Hannah against his chest. Angelica looks up from digging under the sink with a puzzled expression, "What are you doing?" He glances at her, wiping at Hannah's mouth pointedly. He peers at Angelica, butting his shoulder against the tub and petting at Hannah's hair gently. Her eyes widen in surprise and Angelica nods with a little, "Oh." Confused but pleased he seems to be helping, she starts a bath for the poor girl. Hannah groans slightly but there's nothing else in her stomach to come up.
He whines but uses his claws to test the water and then shred clothing. He's not a gentleman but his little girl-his little girl isn't feeling good. He gently lowers her into the tub and then lays his chin on the side of the tub, glancing at Angelica cleaning up the throw-up. She comes and goes and eventually the spot is up. When she's done, she scoots towards the Hunter and Hannah, waving her hand slightly. "Push over," she murmurs, picking up a washcloth and then dabbing at the corners of Hannah's mouth. The Hunter watches for a moment with a soft whine before turning back into the bedroom. He examines the spot and sighs, realizing he's just destroyed his covering. Again. Oh well. He turns back to watch them with a soft sound.
"Stomach still hurt?" Angelica asks as the Hunter sits down near them and Hannah nods. Angelica frowns for a moment and then smiles lightly, "You want to see bubble monster again?" Hannah thinks and then brightens for a moment, nodding. Angelica smiles back, picking up soap and working up a lather between her hands before giving a little mock-gasp. "I think…there's going to be another attack by…The bubble monster!" she teases, the curls her hands to blow a few bubbles into the air so that they fall back to Hannah. She giggles and pops one of them. He sniffs but then curls his nose at the smell of soap, laying his head down and watching them contentedly.
Hannah giggles some, leaning up to whisper something into Angelica's ear. A grin spreads over her face. "Are you sure Hannah?" She nods and Angelica shrugs. "Well, ok…but only because you said so," she says with a plotting smirk, rubbing soap onto her hands again. She then proceeds to blow soapy bubbles in the Hunter's direction. He lets out a short shriek, shaking his head and then snaps his teeth, finding they pop. He's immediately on all-four's, growling at the bubbles and snapping his teeth, until he actually gets one in his mouth. He starts coughing and gagging, his tongue hanging a good four or so inches out of his mouth as he shakes his head again. He paws at his tongue and then eyes Angelica's back with a growl. She can't help laughing at him, filling a cup with water and handing it to him, "Here."
He glances at the cup, dipping his tongue in it and laps at the water before leaning back. He spits the water into the sink and curls his lip with distaste. "Oh? Still taste it huh?" He settles into a corner, glowering at Angelica and she looks innocently at Hannah, as though saying, 'she told me to'. "Look up," she instructs Hannah as she rinses the girl's hair. Well, at the very least, Hannah isn't as sick and Angelica seems relaxed. He can be content with this. Finally, Angelica lifts Hannah out of the tub, poking her nose gently, "All clean?" "Squeaky clean!" Hannah announces and then coughs hard.
The Hunter crawls towards her as Angelica wraps her in a towel and then pauses, "You stay here and I'll find you something to wear." He presses his nose to her cheek though and rumbles, hugging her. Hannah smiles and coughs again, wrapping her arms around his neck and clinging as Angelica searches for a shirt. The Hunter attempts to dry Hannah off, mostly managing a noogie with a towel and Hannah complains, "Heeey, no noogies…Are you gonna catch my cold?"
Angelica steps back into the room, holding up a t-shirt, "Well Miss Hannah, how does this look?" Hannah nods after a moment, "Yeah, its ok, I guess." The Hunter smiles up at Angelica, handing Hannah to her and watching calmly. Angelica is still rather surprised, helping Hannah into the shirt, "You kind of seem like you know what you're doing here." Then, almost under her breath, "Which is more than I can say." He grunts some and then stands, nuzzling at Angelica's cheek. Angelica pauses but then sweeps Hannah up, carrying her into the bedroom and setting her down on the bed, "Now you wait here. I've got to get something."
The Hunter frowns, wondering why he got nothing in return and quickly chases after Angelica. She nearly groans, looking down at him again. Not this again… "What?" she asks with exasperation, "What is it this time?" he whines, standing again and pressing his face to her's in an attempt to get nuzzles or lip-touches. She sighs again, quickly touching her lips to his jaw, hoping it will at least allow her to get out the door. "There. Now can I go?" Hannah is scooting to the edge of the bed, eyes wide as she watches. He frowns for a moment before whining louder, managing to give her a pitiful look as he brushes his knuckles against her arm.
She scoffs but her expression softens some and she eventually gives in and leans in close to kiss his chin. After a moment she pulls away again with a muttered, "I'll be right back." Hannah appears to be holding in giggles as she smiles. He finally grins, letting her go and making a point of dragging his knuckles across her arm as he rumbles. He looks seriously at the door, giving a low short growl and Angelica sighs and nods, "Yes, I'm going. Go see Hannah." She points at the bed and makes sure he isn't following before opening it and leaving. Hannah finally lets out a giggle and along, drawn-out, "Ooooh…"
He huffs some, crawling onto the bed and setting in before dragging Hannah closer. He half-lays on her, laying his chin on her head as he patiently watches the door. The little girl continues to giggle from under him with a big smile on her face. She coughs against his arm and then half-whispers in what she thinks is a secret voice, "Are you and Miss Angelica going to get married?" He only blinks at her and then licks her cheek. Hannah huffs a little, bored and her tummy hurting, though she settles when the Hunter cuddles her a little closer and starts to rub her back in comforting circles.
Angelica returns, a sealed container in hand and dragging an unwieldy vacuum cleaner into the room. "Alright, time for lunch after I clean up in here," she states as she sets the container down and finds an outlet for the vacuum. She gives the Hunter a sympathetic look, "You're…probably not going to like this." She holds the hose and flicks the power switch on. The machine comes to life with a loud "WHIRRRRRR" and the Hunter jumps into the air, screeching and scrambling to get further on the bed, settling over Hannah protectively. He growls and shrieks at the machine, striking through the air at it. Hannah peers out from under him, giggling, "Is he scared of the vacuum?" Angelica shrugs and chuckles, "I suppose he is."
He bounces slightly on the bed, shrieking and making distressed sounds and shifting over Hannah. Angelica can't help laughing as she vacuums the spot she cleaned up earlier. "What?" she asks, nearly shouting over the whir, "Its not going to hurt you. See?" She sucks the hose onto the leg of her pants. And she really should have known better. He snarls and immediately leaps at the offending tube, mangling the plastic between teeth and claws and backing up against her legs protectively. He knocks the whirring vacuum over and then twisting the handle until it pops clean off. The vacuum hose ends up sticking to his pants and Angelica gets a strangled "Oh no" through bouts of laughter. Hannah giggles, finding her frog and pulling it close. He kicks his leg, bouncing into the air like a frightened cat and shrieking loudly, bracing his hands against her legs as he attempts to get the hose off.
It ends in a tangle of limbs on the floor and him eventually lifting her half-off of the floor, snarling at the dying vacuum. Angelica, despite falling over, continues to laugh wildly and claps some, rubbing his back, "Oh you good boy!" She rocks him slightly, "You got that bad vacuum, didn't you?" Hannah giggles again, putting the familiar hand of her frog into her mouth as he snorts condescendingly. Eventually, he gently puts Angelica down and hesitantly snuffles closer to the now silent enemy. He growls lowly, batting at it and then darting back before shrieking a challenge.
When he kicks it, the plastic front breaks further and Angelica shakes her head but rubs his back, "Well…now I'm going to have to explain that." Hannah giggles though, kissing his cheek when he climbs back onto the bed with her. He raises his chin and shakes his head and shoulders some, glaring back at the vacuum. Angelica sighs, pinching the spot between her eyes, "I really should stop bringing breakable things around you. You're a force of nature."
He only shifts some, eyeing Angelica as she moves to the desk, "Well, time for lunch then." Hannah snuffles and buries her face against the Hunter, "'M not hungry." "Hannah, you've got to eat something," Angelica sighs, pulling out a container of almost fake-looking peas. "No!" Hannah insists, crossing her arms and pouting, though the effect is ruined by a fit of coughing. The Hunter investigates the peas for a long moment and then snorts, pushing the peas away. He turns slightly, as though guarding Hannah and Angelica throws him a pleading look, "Well, what am I supposed to do?"
She'd been close to Paige but the girl's parents had always been around whenever she was sick, until the Infection had broken out.
The Hunter shifts, trying to organize his thoughts as Angelica frowns a little, "Well, I've got…I've got bread and some applesauce here." He glances up, as though trying to figure it out and then grunts some, elbowing Hannah who scowls at him. Hannah just shakes her head, crossing her arms stubbornly and he nudges her again. He keeps nudging and then offers her a pleading look, snorting slightly. "Fine!" Hannah eventually throws her hands up and then opens her mouth expectantly. Angelica smiles with relief, shaking her head some before peeling the top off and starting to spoon feed her applesauce. Hannah takes as long as possible with each bite, throwing childish glares at the both of them before she finishes the applesauce.
Angelica sits back, offering her a piece of the bread. She takes it, pulling at the crust as Angelica sits down at her desk and takes turns between eating the rubbery peas and taking down notes. The Hunter shifts slightly, licking at his face and it occurs to her that she still hasn't cleaned him since the last time she fed him. She hangs her head slightly, though she's not terribly surprised. "Hang on," she murmurs, stepping into the bathroom to retrieve the paint-stained rag. She walks up to him and sighs as she fists the moistened rag, "Now you hold still."
He groans softly and tries to dodge the rag, futilely tossing his chin to the sides and then holding her hands away with his bigger ones, dodging up to lick her cheek. "No-" she protests, wrinkling her nose and pushing back on his chest, "Uh-uh, not until we have your mouth washed out." He grunts some, trying to lick her again and then eventually dropping down on top of her. She squirms, pushing back against him, "Oh that's enough!" She's still smirking slightly, wiping at her face and trying to brace her arm against his chest, "No, no-Damn it no! You are taking a bath before you get gore all over me!" She finally grabs hold of his face, squishing his cheeks together slightly, "Bath."
He growls in disagreement, trying to pull his face away from her. After a brief struggle, she turns her face away, ignoring him. He whines, nudging her slightly. When he continues to receive the silent treatment, he grumbles slightly at her and then lets out another loud whine. When he gets nothing but silence, he gives a great groan and trudges towards the bathroom, pausing every now and again to look over his shoulder pleadingly. Angelica sighs in relief and sits up, keeping her face turned away until he's fully in the bathroom. Hannah giggles slightly, shaking her head but starting to doze.
Angelica closes the door gently behind them, sighing as she stares down at the Hunter thoughtfully. He remains kneeling on the floor before slowly looking up at her from under his brows, quirking one up high. A blush starts to take over her features as she kneels down, "Now you hold still…or this is going to get really awkward." The Hunter grunts some but leans back to allow her room. Images of mating spring to mind unbidden and he lets out a soft growl, looking at her calculatingly. "Of course," she softly mutters, unhooking the snap and fly of his pants and starting to work them down. He moves quickly, his hand shooting out and tangling in her hair. She gasps, feeling her heart thunder against her chest, "N-no." He draws her close, holding her in place while he studies her face, his eyes flicking up and over and all around.
He growls louder, giving her no leeway and his lips pull back from his teeth slightly. Angelica lets her eyes close against the vicious image as she tilts her head back. As she relaxes so does he and he slowly releases her, rubbing calloused thumbs and hands over her cheeks, down her neck, and to her shoulders. He holds her loosely, keeping her close to himself as he listens to her heartbeat thunder. She finally seems to come back to her senses, her eyes snapping open as she squirms, jerking her head towards the tub, "No…just..." He growls at the word. Its said so much that he's starting recognize it and he pulls her closer, so she's sitting between his legs as he draws his nose up her neck, sniffing at her. "No," she insists, pushing against his chest and then looking away, "Please…"
His nostrils flare and he presses his lips tightly together, growling lowly. What does she want from him? Finally, relaxes slightly, holding her quivering body gently as he tilts his chin up, demanding lip-touches. She closes her eyes with relief and sighs deeply, flicking her gaze to him sternly, "Only if you let me go." For all the good it would do. After long moments of him staring at her, she gives in, leaning up to press her mouth to his chin. He grunts, giving her a pacified look before he yanks and shreds the rest of his clothing off and then clambers into the tub. He sits there, giving her a stormy look and very clearly unhappy with this.
Angelica continues to sit there for a moment, looking down at the floor and thinking deeply. She's clearly got something on her mind and she almost trembles before shakily standing up and moving for the knob inside of the tub, turning on the shower head this time. He jumps and screeches in surprise when the water comes at him from above and scrambles to the back of the tub, holding his arms up defensively. He snarls, closing his eyes tightly before turning a glare up at her. She squeezes her eyes shut before frowning sharply at him, "Oh-don't you complain at me!" She's nearly about to lose her nerve…
She takes a deep breath and then turns her back to him, shrugging off her coat. There's no turning back now, even with her heart pounding and her limbs trembling like a frightened animal. She turns back to him slightly, snapping her fingers at him, "Over here." Her voice is shakier than she had intended and she gulps when he does turn that wild gaze up at her. She freezes under the pressure. After a long, dragging moment though, she swallows the lump in her throat and the odd feelings stirring in her lower stomach and begins to lift her shirt over her head. Once she gets started, it gets easier and she's almost amazed by how natural it feels.
His eyes widen and his mouth drops into a fascinated "o" as he watches her. His fear and anger over the water is forgotten. He gulps dryly, leaning over some to watch as her skirt hits the floor, followed closely by her shirt. She looks up at him briefly but then drops her gaze when she realizes how intensely he's watching her, "You…You are going to be a big boy and put up with taking a shower. And I am…I am going to make sure of it." A deep rumble escapes the Hunter and he hooks an arm over the side of the tub, reaching a clawed hand towards her. "Alright, fine," she mutters, tossing her bra onto the toilet, "No backing out now." She stands there for a moment, wrapping her arms around her chest and trying to work up the nerve to step towards the tub.
Towards him.
The Hunter is openly staring at her, his expression a mix between primal hunger and fascination, flicking up and down and all over and she ducks her face again, feeling like its on fire. Why doe she have to stare like that?
'Chickening out, then?' she thinks to herself and she scoffs some.
Alright, fine. She finally crosses the bathroom and slowly steps into the tub before looking down at him firmly, her face red as it could possibly be, "But we-we're just taking a shower." He shoots up behind her, hands hovering but not quite touching as he tries to sniff at her. She turns to face him, taking both of his hands in her's, "Hands where I can see them. You're getting a lesson here." She leans over and releases one of his hands to pick up the washcloth and then begins washing up and down the length of one of his arms, "You see this? Are you watching?" He follows her hands before his gaze strays to her chest and he rumbles deeply, licking his lips and watching a water droplet make its lazy way down the side curve.
"Hey," she scolds, thrusting the washcloth directly in his face and he jerks back with a growl, swatting the rag away. His good eye is practically glowing as he steps towards her and she thanks the gods it's a steamy shower. She can't help it. Her gaze is drawn to the muscular chest, grey and bruised though it may be and she gulps as she follows the clean line down his body. She jerks herself back to attention, unintentionally drawing in a sharp breath. This has…this has gone too far. She should never have done this! Her gaze darts frantically to the other wall of the bathroom as if to make an escape and she yelps when his hands shoot out, slamming against the wall to either side of her, cutting off escape. He leans over her and she looks up at him, trembling finely and just on this side of frightened. "Y-you," she says, trying to be firm but failing quite badly, "Behave."
He leans his head in, ignoring her and trying to get a whiff of her scent amongst all the water. He presses his face to her neck, stepping a little closer but carefully avoiding touching any other parts of their bodies. He…He doesn't know if he could stop himself, if they did touch.
She tries to lean back, letting her head hit the wall and breathing raggedly. Her eyes are huge but she has to blink water out of them as the spray hits the side of her face, displacing some hair. He gives a soft whine, licking water off of her skin. He could stand this kind of bath. He steps a little closer, feeling their body heat mix and he shudders against her, nipping her gently before leaning back. He looks scared as he stares at her and he gulps again. She shudders against him before noticing the expression on his face and can't help feeling just the trace of a smirk line her face.
It helps her to relax and she lets out a slow breath, nodding, "Yeah, I-I'm feeling a little weird here too." She gently moves one wrist away and hands him the soap, "Now wash." He grunts, trying to grasp the soap but he can't seem to tear his gaze away from her, fascinated by every little thing. He growls when the soap suddenly jumps out of his hand and he crouches, searching for it before he pauses, looking up from his crouched position. He follows her leg up to her hip and another of those deep rumbles rings out even while she kneels as well, "Uh-uh." She manages to find the soap for him and clasps it between their hands, pressing it to his chest and lets her fingers slide over the overheated skin with a gulp, "Now wash." He rumbles and growls, leaning forward and licking up her chin to bump his nose against her's.
Angelica murmurs slightly, "First you wash." She looks off to the side slightly before pulling his hand back to press it between her breasts, "Then I will." She presses the soap back to him, her hands trembling as she watches him. His jaw nearly drops as his eyes widen and he looks at her and then the soap. Whatever she wants him to do, he really wants her help. One part of her brain is still screaming at her to stop this but for now, for now she pushes it to the side. "Like this," she says, keeping one hand on his and using her other to wash down his chest before pausing, waiting. She's a scientist, after all. She's supposed to-to help him and teach him.
He purrs and covers her hand, pulling her towards him and leaning forward. He's lost his attention for the soap, instead flicking his tongue over her chin and then off her lip, drawing a gasp from her. The soap drops unnoticed between them as she looks up at him. "Getting a little distracted here, aren't we?" she breathes. He gives a soft sound and scoots towards her more, sitting on his knees. She isn't yelling at him, so he isn't doing anything bad. He presses his forehead to her's, sighing against her lips and tugging her a little closer. She sits on her hip between his legs, concentrating hard to keep her gaze up even while she muses thoughtfully to herself, "You know, you almost make me forget sometimes."
He nuzzles at her inquisitively but seems content as his hands slide through her wet hair and he studies a drop making its way down her neck. She turns away, watching the water make its way down the drain and he makes a small sound, wrapping his arms around her to pull her closer and she blushes hard. When she looks back up at him, the regret hits her hard. What the hell is she doing?! "I-I'm sorry," she stammers, taking a deep breath as she stares at him. She looks back down again, unable to keep her gaze on him and finds herself tracing circles on his leg, "Its just that, I forget, you know…we're different." She shakes her head quickly, speaking mostly for herself, she knows but it helps. "I mean, look at me. I'm a doctor and…And I really should know better. Its not that I'm repelled by you or anything but-" She shakes her head again, sending water flying from her hair, "Look at you. You're sick. You can't make a rational decision and here I am, doing-" She's cut off when he makes a small sound, tilting her chin up so she has to look at him.
He finds her hand and brings it up to his chest, against his pecs and over his rapidly beating heart. He studies her fingers for a moment as her eyes grow wide and her cheeks flush. Is he-is he blushing? She abruptly wraps her free arm around his shoulders, "Come here." She leans in quickly, clumsy and crashing her lips against his mouth. He blinks when she pulls back too suddenly, his mouth opening before he recovers himself. He manages a lopsided grin before brushing his knuckles along her cheek and then leaning in, repeating the gesture. His kiss is rougher, longer and he holds her tight, purring deeply as he tilts his mouth against her's.
She murmurs against his mouth and the feel of his body heat. When he does pull back, he's got a cheeky grin on his face and it slowly dissolves into something gentler as he strokes hair back, following every touch of his fingers with brushes of his lips. She feels a faint smile cross her lips before she looks at his collar bone, "I, um," she fidgets nervously, "I feel things that I really shouldn't. About you. I shouldn't but I figure you should know. You know, like…" She takes his hand and presses it between her breasts, earning a soft purr and him spreading his fingers, touching the edges of her breasts. The meaning doesn't seem to be lost on him though and he touches his mouth to her's again. Its not quite a kiss but simply touching.
She finally pulls back, smiling lightly and flushing, "We should really get washed up." He stands with her, a cocky grin spread over his face as he presses her hand to his chest, insisting she wash him. "Oh fu-Fine," she groans but it has a joking tone to it, "But only because Hannah's still waiting out there."
A/N: AHAHAHAHAHAHA I had to split this chapter in two. :I
SO LONG
But…there have been…FEELS. And a steamy shower…to be continued. :3 And more to come folks. Don't worry by the way, Joel will be making a reappearance. If I'm not mistaken, it'll be soon too. And, I PROMISE there is impending violence XD
And more sexy. Cuz…Cuz I said so. 83