Aberrant: Dead Rising - From Des Moines With Love [Mature Content] [FIN]

[Fox]

The kiss deepened as Bond felt the girl's fingers stroke through his hair, and his own hands began to wander gently down across her shoulders before slipping down behind and smoothing along her back. Sensing her inexperience, he kept the kiss gentle and teasing, letting her experience and explore the sensations his touch was awakening.

He kept one hand on the small of Jasmine's back as the other trailed back up to tease the nape of her neck, lightly tangling in her curls. Ever mischievous, he lightly flicked the tip his tongue against her upper lip, enjoying the sensual delight of her body pressed to his.

[Jasmine Gentian]

His patience was rewarded with another small sound, although this one was more inquisitive than surprised. He could feel the smooth shifts of muscle through fabric as her spine arched slightly at his touch, and her head tilted just a little as his fingers touched against the skin of her neck and slipped into her dark curls. Her nerves were tingling, as if someone had touched her ever so briefly with a wire, and she could feel it's currents running through her skin.

He felt the tip of her tongue brush his lightly, mirroring his playfulness without quite realizing it. Her lips were soft against his, but he could feel her curiosity starting to spur her actions, and her kiss became just a little bolder as a result. He could feel the hand that had rested lightly against the fabric of his tuxedo jacket begin to move, fingertips tracing soft patterns across the wool and running lightly across the edge of the lapel.

[Fox]

"You know..." Bond said between kisses that were increasingly becoming ardent. Jasmine might be inexperienced, but the girl's innocent enthusiasm was indeed an intoxicant to be reckoned with. "... this really isn't right... I think... We're in danger of... overstepping the... employer/employee relationship..."

He broke off the latest lingering, teasing kiss and smiled down at her impishly, his fingertips roaming up and down her back. "What do you think, Ms Gentian?"

[Jasmine Gentian]

Her breath was shaky, but she managed a playful smile in return, her eyes glimmering with both amusement and desire. The hand that had slid up his chest moved down to his side, slipping under his jacket to rest against his waist. Her fingertips moved across his side as he spoke, lightly brushing through the cotton shirt.

"Is that what we are? That's funny.. I thought you said it was.. a forty/forty split? That sounds more like.. partners.. to me."

[Fox]

"Well that's a relief." He smiled, and kissed her again, his hands brushing down her body in slow, serpentine movements that seemed to set her skin on fire through the dress. His own desire was obvious despite his control as his lips roamed from hers down to the hollow of Jasmine's throat, nuzzling there for a long, drawn out moment as he breathed in the warmth of her skin.

[Jasmine Gentian]

"Oh god..."

It was said with a soft gasp of surprise, and her head tilted back then, exposing more of her smooth, warm skin for him to explore. He could feel her beginning to squirm under his touch, and her exploration of his body grew a bit bolder, her hands running over his chest and his sides, nails pressing softly into his skin through the fabric of his shirt. When she spoke, he words came in soft gasps whispered against his hair.

"Glad we.. settled that so.. easily. I wouldn't want that.. misunderstanding.. between us."

[Fox]

The lips that were sweetly tormenting the skin of Jasmine's throat curved in a smile as strong hands traced over the curve of her hips, before gripping lightly and pulling her closer still. There was something ruthless yet tender about his touch, an air of composure that was unshakeable. He trailed kisses up to her jawline, then along to her mouth as his fingers teased up along her sides to the outer curves of her chest. Just as she started to arch her back further, to press aching flesh against those warm hands, Bond stepped back a little, his arms still around her, still kissing her as he tugged her along with him through the back exit of the tent.

Through there was a smaller, more intimate enclosure. The canvas walls of the tent here were hung with warm-colored fabrics, and colorful cushions adorned a bed which consisted of a mattress covered in soft sheets and blankets. A single lamp hung from the ceiling pole in here, shedding a warm golden glow over the scene.

"Ordinarily I'd like there to be strawberries and champagne, but alas: it appears both are hard to find." Bond smiled as he moved behind Jasmine as she gazed at the setting, his hands circling the girl's waist as he kissed the sensitive spot just under her ear, his lips lingering there, his breath warm on her skin.

[Jasmine Gentian]

Jasmine glanced around at the small enclosure, her head tilted slightly and her breath a little quick.

Momma woulda' called him arrogant.

Yeah, she woulda' been right, too. But he's intelligent, patient, tough, resourceful, hot.. and he survived the zombie apocalypse. I can probably live with a little bit of arrogant.

You're gonna have to anyway.. you're partners now, right?

Right. Not that that means we have to be anything more.

Yeah. Cause you don't want that at all...

Her lips curved slightly at the corners, and she spoke with a hint of playfulness and just a touch of irony.

"You're obviously very sure of yourself, Mr. Bond. I'm not sure whether to be flattered or offended."

[Fox]

"The only thing I am sure of, Ms Gentian, is that there is very little left in the world that is good and human." Bond's voice was sober, even as he continued to gently and slowly kiss Jasmine's neck. "Another thing I'm sure of is that the spark I'm sure you've noticed between us is something that is hard to ignore, in addition to being both good" he kissed her other ear "and human." His hands roamed around her waist teasingly.

"And no matter whether you are flattered or offended, you and I are still friends and partners." he whispered softly.

[Jasmine Gentian]

The teasing she expected from him, but the seriousness of his tone caught her off guard at first. But as she listened, she relaxed into his arms with a soft sigh, and her head moved again to the side as she absorbed the sensation of his breath against her skin. After a moment, she turned in his arms to look at him, her expression as serious as his words had been as her body pressed close to his.

"You're right.. and the only thing I'm sure of is that I'd be a fool to be offended at the chance for happiness. Especially with someone who's both a friend, and a partner."

Her lips brushed lightly over his then, the gentlest of kisses, before trailing softly down the hard angle of his jaw and across the curve of his throat.

[Fox]

He smiled, slipping off his jacket as she nuzzled at his throat, then slipping his hands back around her again. Nimble fingers found a zipper, and Jasmine was aware of the low purring sound of it being gently tugged downwards moments before his warm hands were directly against the soft skin of her back, fingertips roaming freely.

[Jasmine Gentian]

As his fingertips gently explored her skin, he could feel her own tug lightly at the bow tie of the tuxedo, undoing the intricate folds of the knot. Finally the silk gave way under her persistence, and her fingers began to move down the front of the crisp cotton shirt, slowly and purposefully undoing the buttons. It was, in a way, fascinating - how very delicately she unfastened them, considering how strong he knew those slender fingers to be.

Finally, his shirt was open to the waist, and mocha colored fingertips began to brush lightly across the tanned lines of his stomach, tracing the muscles. Her gaze flicked back up to his then, dark eyes that were hazy with stirrings of desire seeking out his intense blue gaze.

[Fox]

He kissed her again, his hands slipping her dress off the warm dark skin of her shoulders. The knowledge that the slender, lovely girl in his arms was perfectly capable of picking him up and throwing him across the camp, the fingers that trembled a little as they felt his skin were strong enough to bend steel, was a thrill for the normally cold-blooded Brit. He was kissing a tigress, a creature both innocent and dangerous, and Bond couldn't help but smile at the thought as Jasmine's dress, under the gentle ministrations of his hands, fell to the ground around her shapely ankles.

He wrapped his arms around her, cradling the girl close as he kissed along the line of her collarbone. His hands roamed up the curve of her spine and then down again, smoothing over the taut rondeurs of her backside.

[Jasmine Gentian]

Her head tilted back again as his lips moved across her skin, and he could feel her tremble in his embrace. As his hands slid down they felt lace, cream-colored silk trimmed with black lace, which shouldn't have come as a surprise once he considered the fact that most of Jasmine's clothes probably came from the closet of the always enticingly-dressed Violet. It was hard to complain though, for these must have been pre-super Violet clothes, and they fit the young woman in his arms fairly well, accentuating a slender but pleasantly curved figure.

For a bit, she was content with the feel of his warm breath on her skin, his hands moving across her body. But the longer he explored, the quicker her breath became, and the more recklessly her hands began to roam his own body in return. They moved under the shirt and around him, palms smoothing impatiently over the lean muscles of his back, and then up and over, pushing the shirt off of his shoulders and running her nails lightly over his shoulder blades and the back of his neck.

[Fox]

He enjoyed the feel of the silk and lace, his hands teasing along the edges of the frilly lingerie as Jasmine's nails gently creased his skin.

"Very nice." he murmured against the girl's earlobe as his hands glided up between them, cupping her breasts lightly before skimming back down across her taut stomach and around her waist. His lips returned to her mouth, the teasing giving way to desire as he kissed her passionately, maneuvering both of them towards the bed and laying Jasmine down upon it before stretching out beside her, scarcely missing a beat in his kisses.

[Jasmine Gentian]

"Glad.. you approve..."

She murmured her reply against his lips between equally arduous kisses. As he settled them both down on the mattress she managed to slip the shirt off of his shoulders completely, a task that had previously proven difficult because of his insistent caresses. It didn't take long for his hands to make their way back to her body though, and hers to his as well. Her skin grew flushed with heat and passion, and the touches she pressed upon him alternated between impatient and distracted, depending on the intensity of the administrations he was focusing on her at the time. Finally, she broke away from the kisses with a soft gasp, as if she had both forgotten to breath and forgotten that because of her gifts, she didn't need to. She whispered his name breathlessly, her lips still brushing lightly against his.

"Jim.. James, please.."

She wasn't sure exactly what she was asking for, and he knew it - it wasn't as if she'd ever done this before. She only knew that his touch made her burn, and ache, and that she didn't want him to stop, no matter if the world was falling down around them.

[Fox]

Deft hands loosened the catch of her brassiere. Fingers capable of dealing seconds at cards and other astounding sleight of hand gently slipped the lacey panties down smooth chocolate-toned thighs. Jasmine was aware of Bond's breath on her stomach, his kisses descending lower, lower, diverting momentarily over her hips as his hands tugged the panties off over her ankles. She clutched at his hair, moaning as his breath seemed to warm her more than was possible.

Then he was back up alongside her, and somehow naked himself, the heated expanse of his skin pressed against hers from top to tail. He kissed her as through she were water to a dying man in the desert, and she too felt that thirst for more, her arms hooking with a fraction of her true strength around his neck, clinging to her sustenance irresistably. His hand danced along the curves of her body before sweeping inwards in a gentle spiralling motion whose terminus caused her untaught body to arch like a bow as those wickedly knowing fingers sought out her pleasure.

[Jasmine Gentian]

She cried out then as her hips began to flex under his touch, pleasure mingled with surprise, although the sound was muffled by passionate kisses. She could feel her hands began to move across his body again, partly out of eagerness and partly from fear that she might grab hold too tightly, now that she could feel the last remnants of control beginning to slip through her fingertips.

On the other hand, all traces of shyness were gone, as if they were being pulled out of her through soft moans and cries of desire. She explored his body anxiously now, her hands roaming across his back and chest with a trembling touch that mirrored the anxiousness of her pleas. Gentle fingertips made their way to nipples peaked with desire, and she flicked and rubbed hesitantly at them, her body instinctively trying to elicit at least a trace of the pleasure from him that he was causing in her.

[Fox]

He murmured at the sensation, his own desires burning hot behind the firewall of icy coolheadedness that had been his ever since the day of his change. In the past that coldness had let him bed a woman without letting his guard down, even killing one afterwards without hesitation. Now he was finding a positive use for it, his patience near-infinite as he drew the moment out further and further. His fingers coaxed, teased and lingered until finally Jasmine gripped his shoulders hard enough to bruise and whisper-screamed his name. Then, and only then did Bond slide his body over hers, guiding her thighs up around his hips. She was gasping a little now, small noises of encouragement and passion. He looked down into her eyes and smiled: not with his usual lopsided sardonic charm but tenderly, leaning down to kiss her. As their lips met, he slowly pushed with his hips.

[Jasmine Gentian]

Her lips clung to his, and he heard the soft gasp that signified that brief moment of unavoidable pain. He held her then and she clung to him, their bodies still against each other as if held on the edge of a precipice. His hands caressed her gently until he felt her begin to relax into his arms. Her eyes, heavy-lidded with passion, focused upwards to him and he had only a brief moment to absorb the playful look in them before she slowly and purposefully flexed her hips up against his, thighs tightening briefly around his waist. Her voice was a whispered murmur then, her cheek pressed to his and her breath hot against his ear.

"Don't stop, James.. please.. I'm fine, just.. don't stop.."

[Fox]

"Wouldn't dream of it." he murmured back, seriousness underscoring the playful tone of voice. He slid his arms under her, fingers pressing into her back as he held her to him, his hips beginning slow, rhythmic motions against hers. Her soft moans began to increase in volume and intensity, becoming a little throatier as their eyes met.

Jasmine's hands roamed his back, her fingers clutching at his flesh in rhythm with his strokes. He kissed her, feeling her whole body tighten around him, drawing him in and on towards their mutual goal. His kisses were hungrier now, more of his passion unchained from behind the wall of ice as one hand roamed her body further, touching and caressing as though she were a priceless treasure he had coveted for too long. Fingers played over her breasts, swept up over her shoulder, then back down again to the area of their joining before slipping around to cup her against him, their hips all the while sharing in that joyous, rolling dance as though they had been performing it for eternity.

[Jasmine Gentian]

Pure female satisfaction flickered across her face as she felt his icy demeanor finally begin to melt away, nails and mouth and fingertips moving along his hips and throat and back, as if instinctively she was seeking out those touches that would escalate his desire. Not that it was truly necessary, for the movement of her hips against his and the throaty, desperate pleas she was whispering to him were heady enough in their own right.

Eventually though, their dance began to take on an edge of impatience, her thighs tightening around his hips as he felt her begin to clench around him, turning their movements into a sort of agonizing pleasure that Bond knew would drive them both over the edge. Her words were mingled with moans of pleasure, and her eyes fluttered shut at the intensity of it all.

"James.. oh, god, yes.. pleeaassse..."

[Fox]

He was lost in the moment, his reserve washed away by the purity of her desire, her need. His muscles tensed under her hands, his breath came harder, though not from the exertion, but from his fight to prolong the moment, to draw it out as much as possible. Of course, there was only one way the dance could end.

He felt the end sweeping over him, looked down at the moaning, pleading girl in his arms, and kissed her as white-hot fire exploded into his hindbrain, his whole body arching and tensing as he let out a low, guttural moan, his climax a tidal wave that crashed through the last of his self-control. This was no mere mechanical pleasure like so many since his change. Mind, body and soul poured into that moment as Bond grasped her to him as hard as he could, her name a loud gasp on his lips.

"Jasmine...!"

[Jasmine Gentian]

She let out a loud cry then and clung to him, trembling in his arms until finally the waves of pleasure began to subside in them both. Breathing slowed and muscles relaxed, and she gently pulled him down against her, letting his head rest against her chest as she ran her fingers gently through his hair. After several long moments of comfortable silence, she finally murmured to him, her voice an almost playful, satisfied purr.

"Is it always like that? Cause you might have a hard time getting me out on any actual missions, if so."

[Fox]

"I think... That's how it's supposed to be." Bond's voice was slightly bemused and a little preoccupied as he moved his head slightly on her chest, kissing the inner swell of a firm breast.

Since Z-Day, none of the women he had bedded hadn't been able to melt through the armor his psyche had woven to shield him from emotions. He had become a machine of sorts, some superhuman force shunting aside the greater part of his conscience and capacity for remorse to do what must be done for his survival.

And now, somehow, a crack had appeared in that icecap. As the rational portion of Bond's mind reasserted itself, he found it analysing the new emotional chink in his defences. This was dangerous, the cool, calculating part of him decided. The intensity of emotion - his attraction and liking for Jasmine, had served to heighten the physical pleasure, which had fed back into his emotional response. A close emotional bond would create a back door past his defences. The rational thing to do would be to draw away slowly, over time. Let no-one so close that you cannot stand to say goodbye had been his mantra for a seemingly long time now.

He pictured saying goodbye to Jasmine. It was hard.

Will this slow me down? Make me hesitate? Make me afraid?

Probably.

But it was just sex.

No. No it wasn't.

What am I going to do now?

You're Bond. Emotional ties or not, feelings or not, you're still Bond. You're as in control as you ever were. Jasmine, and your feelings for her, are just another element in the pattern you weave.

All this flashed through his mind in a few moments before he raised his head slightly, smiling at her. "Yes, I think this is how it's supposed to be. But we might have to make sure. I propose further testing." He grinned, caressing her body, but the usual reserve was noticeably absent in his gaze as it met hers.

[Jasmine Gentian]

"Mmmm..."

She gazed up at him for a long moment, her eyes bright with amusement and happiness and most of all.. trust. It was a bit unnerving, how easily the young woman in his arms had placed her trust in him. If he hadn't seen her reactions to other situations, problems at the refuge and how she'd dealt with some of the other supers, he'd be tempted to call her naive. But she wasn't, really - she knew that the world had become a dangerous, reckless place and that no one could just be trusted without question. She had helped face down Elijah and his pack of religious zealots, she had watched the dissension between supers and regulars here at the refuge, and noticed how one group was favored - no matter how accidentally - over the other.

But Jasmine was a "good girl". He could tell, by the way she spoke his name and the way she talked about her family and the way she was determined to make sure Pumpkin was cared for. And good girls didn't just give themselves over to any man - especially the first time - unless they trusted him. And that's just what Jasmine had done. Not that she probably had much to fear from him physically.. but emotionally, good girls were usually careful to guard their hearts. And she had certainly opened hers to him tonight, at least a little.

Of course, none of those thoughts were running through the mind of the young woman in his arms at the moment. She merely curved her lips in a slight smile, and leaned up to give him a lingering kiss before she finally pulled back and murmured softly, her voice full of mischief.

"Your proposal has been evaluated by the committee, and has been approved. You may proceed with further testing, Mr. Bond..."

[Fox]

He gave her a tender smile before grinning slyly and moving down her body, dropping kisses at seeming randow on her still-sensitised skin. His hands were everywhere, his body keeping as much contact with hers as was possible, his lips and teeth and tongue were teasing her flesh. The small tent filled with warmth and desire once more.

As murmurs mixed with chuckles turned to sighs mixed with occasional pleased and surprised giggles, a low chuckle could be heard, and a faintly muffled voice spoke.

"I love a girl with an enquiring mind..."