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University: Anita's Office, Thursday Afternoon

Dec 23, 2005 09:19

Anita sat behind her desk staring at the half filled bookshelves, and the half-empty boxes of books. She hadn't realised quite how many books she owned until she packed them to send up to Metropolis. The office itself wasn't too bad. Smaller than her office at Animators Inc, but then, she wasn't a partner at the University, was she? The look on ( Read more... )

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princenolonger December 23 2005, 05:07:15 UTC

After talking to Pete on Wednesday, Bruce decided he definitely needed an education in things demonic, undead, and otherwise paranormal. And if the rumors were true, and zombies had been sighted in the subway tunnels, he couldn't get that education too soon.

Seemed to him that if the City had regular paranormal problems, probably the University would have a department. Or at very least a researcher. So, after his workout, Bruce showered, tossed on his best blue jeans and a crisp white oxford, and headed for the library.

Since it was Christmas break, the place was understaffed. The attendant, a young, very gay, very well-dressed, very OCD guy, didn't 'know anything about zombies, oh my god are you kidding?' But he did know where the collections were housed. Even better, he'd read the entire schedule and pointed Bruce to one new instructor, Anita Blake, who probably had the information Bruce wanted at his fingertips, but if she didn't, he'd be so very happy to help Bruce scan the texts. With a roguish wink, Bruce thanked him and made ( ... )

deadly_animator December 23 2005, 05:21:16 UTC

Anita jumped a bit when she heard her name spoken. This disturbed her more than it should have, as she hadn't heard anyone approaching the office, even with the door open. Her head really wasn't in it, and that could get you killed. At least it could where she came from. She wasn't too sure about this place yet.

She straightened, trying not to jump towards her desk where she'd left her gun in the drawer. Stupid Anita, just stupid she thought, and took a good look at the person who'd disturbed her, and she hadn't noticed until he was almost on top of her. well, not at this point anyway She pushed back another stray hair that had escaped and smiled slightly. It was no one she'd met so far, or even seen in Metropolis. He looked like he was of that indeterminate age, roughly around hers she'd guess, maybe a bit younger. He definitely looked like he worked out. She felt something, sort of like a growling in her stomach and frowned slightly. It must have been all the coffee she'd had today ( ... )

princenolonger December 23 2005, 06:38:59 UTC

When she startled, Anita Blake looked all of eighteen. Her eyes went wider, and her mouth formed into a bit of an 'o'. She went from sexy to cute in less than a second, and then, as though it had never happened, the sexy, lethal looking woman smiled steadily at him.

"Bruce." He offered his hand out of politeness but it seemed ridiculous with him so aware of her. "Bruce Gordon. I was wondering if you might have a few minutes to talk."

deadly_animator December 23 2005, 06:51:05 UTC

"Bruce" She repeats it, almost as if repeating it to herself, and looks at him squarely in the face. "Of course I do." Anita wiped her hands on her pants to get rid of some of the dust that had built up from unpacking. "Are you a student here, or?" She left it open ended, and reached out, shaking his offered hand ( ... )

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princenolonger December 26 2005, 22:47:52 UTC

She grabbed for his wallet, knocking cards out and onto the floor as she pulled out a condom and half unwrapped it, passing it back to him. "Bruce, please.."

The broken urgency in her tone made him ache. Both with need and with something else, deeper, more primal. He withdrew his fingers from her wet cunt and stroked down her side almost tenderly. "Shhh. Easy," he soothed, as he rolled on the condom.

He pulled back, positioned himself, put his hand back on her back to hold her still, and plunged into her. No prelude, no warm up. Just in. All the way in to heat so intense it seared him through the condom. So slick, so ready, but tight. Yes.

deadly_animator December 27 2005, 02:42:24 UTC

Anita gasped as he thrust himself into her, fingers grabbing at the edge of the desk. He was big, almost too big to enter her without working up to it first, and the pain of it sent shivers down her spine. She could feel the ardeur respond to his roughness, and she rocked back into him, needing more.

princenolonger December 27 2005, 23:19:40 UTC

Her ass came up and back, inviting him still deeper. His body responded without thought, driving all the way home, until he rested against the opening of her womb.

She gasped, whether in pain of pleasure, his overloaded brain couldn't tell. So he waited, gritting his teeth against the need to move within her. Waited for her body to adjust and accept him.

A low moan rose into a keening cry; her head thrashed back and forth on the desk. With that sign, he withdrew to the tip of his cock, then thrust into her, long and deep, but slow. Slow so she would feel every inch of him and he feel her.

His fingers curled involuntarily around her hip where it met her waist. The next time he pulled back and drove home again, he dragged her back against him. Then again, harder. Faster. Harder. Faster.

deadly_animator December 27 2005, 23:59:46 UTC

She moaned again as he moved in and out of her, hard and fast. She braced herself on the desk, against him, and cried out as he dug his fingers into her waist and pulled her further into him. Pressure started to build up inside of her, and she bit her lip, trying to hold her cries back, but was unable to.

"Oh god, Bruce, yes, please..." each word tore itself out of her, barely coherent. All she could feel was him thrusting himself into her over and over, and that she didn't want it to stop.

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