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 Fifteen: A Short Chapter
Angelica smiles as she scrubs at the Hunter's back, flicking the rag across his skin playfully. He only purrs, bending for her before he stands and stretches with a soft yowl. "Well," she says with a soft sigh, "At least the blood's off." She waves some, trying to indicate that he can get out of the tub if he wants. "Just give me a moment," she squeezes some shampoo into her hand and starts to lather up her hair, humming slightly. He crouches in the tub, moving towards the controls to keep himself from getting any wetter and attempts to shake himself dry before settling into a crouch to watch her.
She leans back into the shower spray to rinse her hair, washing the suds down her back and he stands again, stepping forward to study the pattern they make. He spreads his hands over her shoulder blades and then strokes down her back in a firm movement, playing with the suds curiously and watching his clawed hands become covered with them. "No-" Angelica laughs, nearly slipping on the floor. She braces a hand against the shower but suds accidentally end up in one of her eyes and she tears up, dancing a little, "Ow, ow." He whines softly, hooking his chin on her shoulder and sliding his hands around her waist before noticing her apparent pain. He struggles for a moment, searching before he finds the rag and holds it against her shoulder.
"Smart boy," she remarks in surprise, dabbing at her eyes with the rag. She finishes rinsing, her skin tingling wherever he touches and she flushes slightly. Oh-OH. She can feel something stiff occasionally brushing her back and she blushes harder, careful to remain facing forward. "N-now…I'm not going to get clean if-" she stops herself, shaking her head. It wouldn't be any use. She rinses off, once more, just-just to be sure she's free of suds and then turns off the shower, leading him out of the bathtub. He immediately shakes and she tries to reach down and stop him, to no avail. She rolls her eyes, sighing as she roots under the counter to pull out the only dry towel.
She dries his hair off first and then starts to dry herself off with a sigh. He crouches near the edge of the counter, watching her before he slides his hand up the inside of her leg slowly, purring deeply. She yelps and jerks back, rapping on the sink with hairbrush. He yelps in surprise, trying to shoot up and hitting his head on the side of the counter. He quickly goes back down, crowing in pain and holding his head. "Oh," Angelica sighs, crouching down next to him, "I'm sorry. Come here, let me see." She sighs, brushing his hair to the side, trying to see if he's hit his head too badly before she sits back, "Well, now I guess you won't go grabbing me, huh?"
Ffffff, his head hurts! He cradles it as he hisses some, looking up at her balefully and she smiles, kissing the top of his head, "Better?" He scowls at her but then thrusts his chin up at her and she sighs, "Oh, not this again. You didn't hit your head that hard." He pouts fiercely and then growls lowly, leaning up to slide his nose along her jaw and licking for a moment. She eyes him carefully and the mischief painted on his face. "And what do you think you're doing with that look on, hmm?" Angelica asks skeptically, folding her arms over her chest. His gaze shoots down before flicking back up to her and his arm slides almost unnoticed around her waist before he rocks them backwards. "HEY!" She squirms underneath him, trying to push herself away across the floor unsuccessfully. This is far too close to have him, especially while they're naked!
Her struggles are met only by him rumbling deeply, shocked by the sensation of skin-to-skin and his mischief is replaced by a different look, dark and hungry. He growls lowly, suddenly seeming to realize who it is exactly that he has underneath them. Her eyes widen as she looks back up at him and her skin is jumping with sensation at the touch of his fevered body. She shakes her head in denial though, pushing at him, "No! You get off of me. Bad!" He only growls in response, murmuring slightly at the end and his hand tangling in her wet hair, holding her head still so he can look at her. Her lashes flutter involuntarily, trying to do something but what, she can no longer be sure.
When the Hunter leans down, its to start trailing small licks and nips up her jaw and then he slides his tongue around the shell of her ear. His hip presses against her's, leaned to the side as he is and she gives an involuntary sound and one hand clutching uselessly at the floor. "You stop that!" she gasps, her hooded eyelids betraying the order. He simply ignores her, nipping around her ear and she can feel his breath washing over the delicate skin there, making her bite her lip against another involuntary noise. His hand is a firm presence in her hair and he smirks confidently, turning her face back towards him in surprisingly gentle movements. She's almost angry but her breath is coming in ragged pants and, even if she wanted to, she couldn't move away from him.
He drops his head towards her again, purring deeply as he presses his mouth against her's. Rough, and a little clumsy but heated and passionate, the Hunter tilts his mouth and his tongue flicks out and over her bottom lip, drawing another low sound from her. After a long hesitation, she leans up towards him, pressing her mouth back against his and her hand drifts up to touch at his ribs.
He suddenly gives a soft sound, releasing her hair in favor of sliding his thumb over her cheekbone. A new tone seems to take the kiss and he whines softly, leaning back and his expression becomes a mix of confusion and sadness. Angelica frowns as she looks up at him, a bit breathless from the kiss and she whispers against him, "What's wrong?" Of course, there's no answer from him and he lowers his face to her neck. He seems unsure as he lifts himself off of her and crouches, playing with the edges of the towel.
Angelica, shaky and weak in the knees, sits up and watches him with wide eyes, "What's wrong?" He remains quiet and only occasionally looks up at her. Frowning, she takes her brush and starts working at the ends of his shaggy blonde hair, "Come here." He jumps when she touches him but then presses back into her. Slowly, he wraps his arms around her waist, dragging her against himself and sighing into her hair. The position isn't quite comfortable for her but decides against pushing him away. He seems to be in some sort of pain, after all.
After a bit of struggling with their clothing, she manages to get them both, at least partially, dressed. He fought her over a clean pair of panties. She shakes her head at his apparent joy in destroying her clothing as she opens the door, reaching down to take his hand. The Hunter glances up at her in surprise but then grins cheesily, baring all those fangs and stands, hunched over and knees bent as he awkwardly walks. Its perhaps the strangest thing she's ever seen. The feeling of his fingers slipping through her's is exquisite though and she finds herself smiling again as she gestures towards Hannah, who has now fallen asleep on the bed. The Hunter gives a soft rumble, making his way to the bed with her in tow and he settles on it easily.
She untwines her hand from his long enough to flick off the light, watching while the Hunter yawns and Hannah shifts. For a moment, she loses her frog and makes a fretful face but the Hunter plucks the toy up, settling it back in her arms and rolling her onto her side. There's a defined space between himself and the girl, a clear invitation for Angelica and she rolls into the spot gently, so as not to disturb Hannah. Still asleep, Hannah murmurs under a cough, "'Night Daddy…"
The Hunter's ears prick but, as always, he's left not understanding. He only rubs Hannah's head comfortingly and then wraps his arm tight around Angelica, pulling her closer and settling in with her until he's comfortable.
The morning is heavily punctuated by snorts and heavy snores, the occasional twitching from the Hunter in his sleep and the unperturbed murmurs of the females beside him. His snores are rambunctious but, ever the determined women, Angelica and Hannah sleep through, until a loud uproarious knocking slams against Angelica's door. The Hunter hisses in a breath of surprise, nearly leaping into the air but stopped short by the fact that his arm is still pinned under Angelica. The woman startles out of her sleep, sitting up and glancing down at Hannah nervously. The little girl sleeps on though, her face twitching and both she and the Hunter glance at each other, praying that the noise doesn't wake her.
Angelica rolls off of the bed and the Hunter is quick to join her, once his arm is free, his shoulders rising as he starts up a low, steady growl. "Stay," Angelica mutters, padding to the door and, without opening it, she calls through, "May I help you?"
"Yeah? Is this Dr. Pavlov? You're training the Hunter, right? That big blonde one?"
Angelica furrows her brow at the distinctly female voice, "Yes, I am." She glances back at him but his only response is bared teeth and a low snarl, "And who is this? Civilians aren't supposed to be given access." She reaches down to pat his head, stroking through her hair. "My name's Brittany and I have some information that I think you might find useful," the voice responds, obviously impatient. Angelica frowns a little deeper but then glances down at him, "You're going to have to wait for a moment." Angelica pats on her thigh, walking towards the bathroom with a quiet, "Come on." After a moment's pause and a suspicious look, he sees where she's heading and he follows after her, perhaps a bit too eagerly.
She watches him with a bit of amusement, standing in the middle of the bathroom and watching as he winds around her legs, purring at her before he stands. He goes to reach for her but she sidesteps him quickly, dodging out the door and slamming it shut behind her. "3…2…1," she points and on cue, he roars, leaping at the door. She jerks back slightly, a little afraid he might break down the door. As he rages against the door, she sighs, shaking her head and greeting her visitor, "Pardon the wait. Now, you were saying?"
The woman is a tall leggy black woman with wild black waves, leaning against her doorframe, a handful of discs under her arm. She looks up, smiling brilliantly, "Where's Scotty?" Angelica blinks and is instinctively put-off a little. "This is my dorm," she says, confused by the woman's question. Hannah is starting to wake up with a soft sound, turning and blinking sleepily. The woman rolls her eyes, "Oh come on, I already visited the pit and he isn't there. Where else is he going to be?" She steps in and Angelica frowns deeply at her forwardness. "I mean, I don't blame you. Scotty always was a hottie but you know, with his family, he only ever flirted. No one could ever seal the deal with him," she mutters as she looks around, handing over the discs to Angelica.
She jumps when the Hunter roars again and the bathroom door rattles, reflecting his rage. "Here, check out his band. They were pretty ok, he's on drums," she says, staring at the door before she turns towards Angelica and seems to do a double-take. It finally hits Angelica and she gapes as the woman tilts her hip slightly. "Damn…no wonder he didn't outright eat you. You look just like her."
"Just like…like who?"
"His wife."
A/N: DUN DUN DUUUUUNNN
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Too tired for a long extended note folks but I am SO so thankful for all the encouragement folks and everyone's interest! Stick close kiddies, its about to get DRAMATIC
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