Jane returned her attention to the list of names as Bane pulled the rear door closed. She found it different meeting his eyes in the short time since their discussion by the firelight.
She pressed her lips together, her belly clenching, feeling a rise in her nerves and discomfort.
Jane despised the feeling, her mom had always instilled in her a certain tenacity and resilience, to not be cowed. Arlene had brought Jane to the morgue after hours from the time she could walk, introduced her to death, to the normalcy of it, repelled the fears.
Arlene had introduced a young Jane to Magda, a fetus she had removed during an autopsy of a young OD victim. The woman had been found in a drainage ditch, nocturnal animals had eaten her fingers, toes, and bulk of her face before she ended up on Arlene's table.
Arlene had opened the dead woman's belly and removed the fetus intact as though she was like the beautiful dermatologist on television that removed cream-filled cysts and fatty lipomas that looked like raw chicken breast.
Arlene had dropped the fetus into a large specimen jar that was filled with a formaldehyde-based preservation fluid. She used the jar as a paperweight when it was a useful tool in pointing out fetal anatomy and what to catalog for interning medical examiners.
Jane suppressed a flinch and stiffly slid further down the gurney when Bane settled next to her, watching in slow motion as he pulled the stack of papers from her tight grip.
She cleared her throat when Bane set the papers to the side and closed his hand around hers.
"Jane."
"Yes?" she murmured on a tight whisper as she kept her gaze directed in front of her feet, focusing on the corrugated metal floor and a missing steel screw.
She reflexively closed her eyes when Bane lightly pinched her chin and encouraged her to face him, his grip assertive enough to compel her to comply.
"Jane, I know this is strictly for my needs," Bane murmured, his words ragged, breathless without the aerosolized Venom once his breathing rate grew fast.
He ran his eyes over her sharp features, she remained silent as she processed his admission.
Bane became like Michael Faraday when he delivered his speech to the juvenile auditorium at the Royal Institution of Great Britain during the 1959 Christmas holiday on the force of gravitation.
Faraday stated that wherever his site can pierce, his observations can penetrate.
Bane had possessed Jane before he would ever lay hands on her body or be inside of her.
Jane held Bane's eyes, forcing herself to not look away as she fought a flood of conflicting feelings at being so close to him.
He was fighting his own war, inside his body, each valve of his heart felt like it was on the verge of collapsing into itself. His central nervous system had become completely saturated and turned into liquid nitrogen, he was on the brink of being depressurized, descending from one atmosphere to nine before a full blink of an eye.
Bane let out a slow, ragged exhalation as he released her chin and reached into his hip pocket.
Jane tore her eyes from his and watched him flick the cap off an epi-pen and press the end against the outside of his dense thigh.
He wanted nothing to stop his body.
No barriers.
He was going to cleave away any lingering grief by burying his cock inside her, force acceptance.
"Will you choose to indulge my needs?" Bane asked, his voice quavering.
He began slipping out of his clothes at the very second that Jane nodded her chin.
Jane remained completely still until Bane was nearly naked.
Her eyes looked over his scarred skin, some sustained from shoddy surgery in The Pit and others in service of fighting another's war.
Her hands visibly shook as she began to echo his movements as she slipped out of her layered clothes.
Jane paused and clenched her hands into fists, trying to calm the trembling. She could open an infant from stem to stern to find out if it was the mother or genetic breakdown killed it and now her hands shook with nervous energy.
The energy field between them was akin to electro-chemical decomposition as each of her removed layers of clothing revealed more of her bruised body and marred skin.
Bane rejoined her on the modified bed of gurneys, pushing her thick fall of hair away from covering her chest and belly.
"I want to see all of you," he managed in a series of harsh rasps.
Bane slid a hand down to cover the panty covered apex at the apex of her thighs, he pulsed his hand against her soft intimacy.
"Don't," Jane said kind of half-heartedly and dropped her hand to grip his wrist. "That's going to make a mess," she breathed.
"I don't mind," he murmured on a stilted grunt as he pulled his lined coat to the side of them and smoothed it flat.
"You're going to ruin your coat," she breathed.
"I'm not," Bane growled hoarsely as he brought his hands to her hips and moved her to the center of his wool-lined coat.
Involuntary tears sprang to Jane's eyes as Bane pulled at her panties, practically tearing the cotton-blend fabric.
He tugged her hips upwards as he insinuated himself between her thighs, moving a hand to the tug his cock free of his slate grey briefs, making a warm blush fill Jane's face as he gripped his hardening length and dragged the sensitive head of his thickness through her silken folds.
Bane was selfishly pleased that he didn't need to urge her body to become wet with the presence of her cycle and her intimate folds already slick from biology.
He returned his grip to her chin as he lowered his head, watching a single tear roll down her cheek.
"You're quite lovely when you cry," Bane murmured breathlessly as he slid inside her, her tight center stretched to accommodate his thrusting thickness.
The rounded head of his cock steadily poked the dense nerve cluster deep inside her, making her feminine center quiver and clench around his plunging rigidity.
The effects of the epinephrine kept his body voracious in its need to quench his lust, his want to taste her as he dropped his lips to hers.
Bane experienced a sharp and sudden meteoric rise to his basal wants when Jane shifted and brought her arms up to slip around his neck and shoulders, returning his kiss.
His thrusting turned urgent when Jane poked her tongue through his lips, teasing the tip of his, sharing saliva, hers tasting of frenetic nervousness and vanilla bean from the gloss she'd smeared across her mouth.
Bane dropped to his elbows as Jane gripped his sides, digging into his sides, maintaining acute awareness of where the green straw jutted from his flesh.
Their kiss deepened, their teeth clicked together at one point as he sank his hard shaft inside her with exquisite slowness, his thickness pulsed in time with his galloping heartbeat.
A sheen of sweat cropped up on his broad back and across the top of her chest, their shared breathing was composed of ragged inhalations and shuddery exhalations.
He pulled back his hips until just the rounded sensitive head of his cock was inside her, sliding back with exquisite unhurriedness.
Bane broke their kiss and licked the hot line of tears from her cheek as he filled her, the slight change in his positioning made his invading cock brush at a different angle, forcing her to arch up against him, gasping as a tight coil of pleasure uncurled between her thighs.
She gasped in time as her clit was teased each time he was fully seated inside her, making her clench her thighs rhythmically around his waist.
Jane's center ached with each of his deep stabs, the closer he came to climaxing, he increased his pace, growing to a barely controlled frenzy, his balls slapping in time against her wetness.
He couldn't tell from the sounds she made or the feel of her body if she was close to her own climax. He spit on his fingertips before smoothing his down the front of her body to move in circles around her clit, making her twitch with each loop around her sensitive nub.
Bane's balls pulled up tight to his body, he was mere thrusts away from spilling himself inside her, he felt her center tighten around his plunging cock as he pushed her into an orgasmic abyss. She gasped, trying to catch her breath as her body trembled from the explosion he'd created within her center.
Bane slid a hand up to cradle the back of her skull, curling his hand into a fist within her silken fall of hair, making her neck pull long and taut. He pressed his lips over the racing carotid pulse in her throat as his cock spasmed a few times, spilling his hot, sticky seed, mixing with the blood as he sank his thickness fully inside her.
He collapsed over her, both of their breathing rates completely out of sync and erratic, his cock still completely filling her.
Jane's body was alive, full of battling emotions and sensations.
Her uterus quaked and quivered in the wake of his urgent possession.
She stared up at the ceiling, focusing on the scattering of dents and scuffs along the inside of the metal roof, struggling to catch her breath, a gasp choked her breathlessness with any shift of her body, his thick length still completely buried inside her, slow to soften.
Bane dropped her face to the warm curve of where her neck and shoulder met, the tip of his nose pressed against her pounding carotid pulse. He let his eyes fall closed, remaining in satiated silence as his cock returned to a state of semi-flaccidity and slid from her wet center, raggedly exhaling.
A pleasurable shudder ran down the length of Bane's body before he opened his eyes and lifted his face, finding Jane's eyes already on him.
"I will meet your own needs and wants if you allow it," Bane rasped, his voice strained.
Jane held his eyes, needing to blink first as she shifted underneath his bulk, warm wetness was slick on her inner thighs as she trailed a hand down his muscular side, pausing at the base of his modified chest tube.
"This needs to come out today," she murmured before clearing her throat, continuing to trace the pads of her fingertips across the scarred landscape of his naked skin.
Bane captured Jane's retreating hand, squeezing with just enough assertion to garner her full attention.
"Will you allow for it Jane?"