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!)

A/N: This chapter is literally just a sex scene. Skip over it if you are below the age of 18 or if you don't want to read sex. Literally nothing but sex in this chapter.

Chapter Eighteen: You Guys Thought I was Kidding

Hours later, Angelica wakes slowly, encased by the warmth of the Hunter. Scott has rolled over onto his back, one arm thrown over his head and the other wrapped tightly around her, keeping her close to his side. She finds her hand resting on his chest and she stares at it for a long moment. Even in sleep, his heartbeat is fast and his breathing is quicker than normal. But his face is relaxed and, except for the scars, he almost looks human.

She sits up slowly, examining his face. He has a strong jawline, very masculine that leads into a rounded chin with a hint of a cleft. His lips, though chapped and parted, are very eye-catching, even with the tips of his dagger-esque teeth peeking out. He's drooling too and she finds herself smiling lightly at him. His eyes are deeply shadowed and he still has a few staples on the more severely injured side of his face. They catch the little light there is in the room but she's more focused now on his fingers, flexing against her side as she shifts slightly over him.

He's hurt her, physically. And though its been weeks since the incident, he's done many things since then that put her on edge. Whether that's the disease or him, she can't be sure and hesitance fills her. But he's also protected her and he cares so deeply for Hannah and he's so...well, almost naive in his illness that she has no choice but to believe that he cares just as much for her.

Slowly, she reaches up, tracing her index finger around his bottom lip and she hears a rumble roll through him as the corners of his mouth crook up slightly.

Is he still a man? Does he have any humanity in him?

With him laying prone and relaxed next to her, temptation fills her and she hesitates again. Is she really going to go through with this? She won't get his hopes up and then fire them down again.

She sits up slowly and he grunts, feeling for her until his hand lands on one of her thighs. A fretful expression slides over his sleeping face and she throws her other leg over his waist slowly, easy so as not to wake him just yet.

The effort is wasted as Scott is instantly awake and at attention, focused on her with his unnervingly reflective eye. His hand slides up her thigh and he seems to catch himself, drawing it back with confusion painted on his face. Her heart clenches. He doesn't want to hurt her again.

Angelica briefly shakes her head, taking hold of his wrist and guiding his hand back to her thigh. She starts to hum softly, a song on the edge of her memory that she can't quite remember the words too. Maybe there never were any words to it.

The rain and thunder outside accompany her and his rumbles increase, despite the wary expression on his face.

It takes her a moment but then she manages to smile down at him, as his hands slide up her thighs to her hips. He pauses, tilting his head slowly and raising one hand. He brushes a finger over her cheek and then his thumb swipes under her lower lip. She watches his face and sees the moment he makes a decision, raising his hands over his head and wrapping them loosely around the bars in her headboard again. He's stretched out beneath her and stiff, watching her cautiously.

She softens and leans down towards him, taking a deep breath. She kisses his chin and then up before finding his mouth, kissing him gently, "We're...we're going to take this nice and slow, okay?"

He shudders when he feels her chest touching his. The intense air around them ripples as she drags her mouth over his again, slowly.

She had expected the regret, the shame, something to hit her by now but..its just simple nervousness. Its been a long time for her and she's well aware of the power he has. His focus follows her hands though as she grabs the edge of her pants and sits up slightly, starting to work them down her hips.

The power she feels she has over him is intoxicating too. The feel of his impressive figure flexing underneath her's as she tosses her pants to the side and the slightly unhinged expression on his face is mesmerizing.

But she's so anxious...

She closes her eyes, aware that if she sees his face right then, she'll freeze up. His soft needy sounds ring through her as she presses her chest to his, feeling the arousal shooting through her and letting it claim her body. She rests her forehead against his shoulder as she reaches underneath herself, her body responding to even the brush of her own hands while she works the zipper of his pants down.

His gaze darts all over her and his breathing is getting a little more hoarse as he bites his lower lip, lifting his hips to help her. His hands strain at the bars of her headboard when she finally manages to get them off of him. The only thing that separates them are her rather flimsy panties.

She's already hot and wet and she almost wants to just plunge him inside of her right there and then. But she wants to do this right. Her fingers curl against his chest and she leans up, kissing his jaw and then up to his mouth again. He responds hungrily, pressing his mouth to her's and curling his tongue into her mouth. She's so surprised, she can't stop him, instead just working her fingers through his hair. She feels one of his arms drop down around her but is cautiously optomistic that he has kept his other hand on the headboard.

He feels along her shoulder and then down her back, the tips of his claws just barely touching her, heightening her awareness of him. His hand cups her asscheek and he squeezes with a groan, drawing her up tighter against himself. His impressive arousal lays against her thigh as he drags her up even with himself, pressing his face into the crook of her neck.

W-wasn't she supposed to be in charge here?

His tongue sliding up the tendon of her neck, so that he can tug on her earlobe with his lips is the simplest answer she's ever gotten. His fingers slide against the juncture of her thighs, touching the warmth of her sex through the cotton of her panties.

Sharp arousal, hot and bright, shoots through her and up her spine as the pads of his fingers rub against her. She's wet enough that it makes her panties cling to her and she cringes at the unusual feeling. He's managed to drag her halfway up his chest and he nuzzles her breasts, a positively blissful expression on his face as he draws his tongue up the curve of one. His hand slides from her sex and down her thigh before he comes back up again. The firm press of his hand is almost too much for her and anticipation rides her as she pants.

He suckles at her nipple, careful of his teeth as his tongue makes circles around the little nub. Skill is in his mouth and hands, a surprising amount of it and she feels the faint tugging of jealousy, for the women he slept with before the Infection. But she has him now. He switches to her other breast, giving it the same suckling, licking treatment.

His hand eases into the back of her panties, greedily groping at her asscheek before his fingers slide down and between her thighs. He hisses in a breath at the feel of her wet arousal, flicking his gaze up to her face from between her breasts. Her heart thunders and she moans deeply. His fingers feel good against her and she's lost herself to her lust now.

Her hands fumble to get her panties off and she hears the creak of metal as he practically rips the bar out of the headboard. He drops it off the side of the bed, quickly grabbing onto another one with a wild, dark, hungry light in his eyes. She rubs back, gasping at the feel of his manhood against her skin. A bead of precum decorates the tip but she's too mindless with need to appreciate it.

Straddling his hips, Angelica leads his length against her, pressing him against her mound before she leans up enough to guide him against her entrance.

A snarl is starting to work its way through him as he frantically reaches for the headboard, the sheets, anything that isn't the female working him into a frenzy by slipping and sliding his cock against her sex. His nostrils flare as he grits his teeth, trying to control the flex of his thighs and the raise of his hips.

Need so hot, it burns through her races up and down her body, filling her stomach with a rolling knot before she breaks through it by sinking onto his length with a sharp cry. He gasps and bucks his hips up, filling her unexpectedly. He bares his teeth but no other sound escapes him.

His eyes roll and he lets out a long breath, bucking his hips up against her.

She pushes back against him, reaching up for his arms, his chest, something for support. He releases the headboard, rolling them suddenly and covering her body with his. Her legs fall away, no strength left in them as thunder cracks loudly outside the facility.

She screams wordlessly, tossing her head as he fills her, fisting his hands in the sheets to either side of her ribcage. Wild light fills his face as he snarls, using one hand to lift her thigh higher and plunge deeper inside of her.

Oh gods, she'd never felt like this.

She holds onto his flexing arms as tightly as she can, wholeheartedly concentrated on the feeling of his manhood pummeling into her. Her eyes roll and moans leave her, mixed with her heady screeches and his growling. Pants fill the room and she can feel nothing but the piston of his body, the heat building and building, boiling inside of her until she can't stand it anymore and she's begging.

The tension inside of her body snaps suddenly and she rakes her nails down his shoulders as her orgasm clenches at him, pulling him deeper. He doesn't stop and that drives her wild. She begs him to but he keeps pumping, falling closer to her and clutching at her as his hips slam into her again and again, driving through her orgasm. Animal-like need drives him and he fills her until he can take no more of her spasming tunnel.

His roar echoes through the room and she doesn't care if anyone else hears it. Her eyes roll as she arches and digs her heels into the backs of his thighs, trying to drive him deeper. His cum is scorching inside of her, making the muscles of her stomach clench. His teeth hover over her shoulder as he presses his hips to her, as tightly as he can.

For long moments, they remain like that, her wrapped tightly around him with him clutching her as close to his body as he can.

Its when she's waking up several moments later that she realizes that sex with him had been so intense, she'd passed out.

Blearily, Angelica looks around the room, panting and feeling his chest heave against her's. His hot breath covers her shoulder and neck and her body responds, inexplicably craving more. She had...she had never known it could be like that.

She's aware of his length, still hard and pulsing, inside of her and the taut grip he has on her. A low growl rumbles through him and she clutches him tighter.

He's far from through.

A/N: Don't worry, this is not the only sex chapter in this story. There's plenty more to come, I assure you. Heh...heh heh, see what I did there?