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Beauty and the Beast Within	By : TheShadowCat Category: G through L > Hellboy Views: 15623 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Hellboy, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Liz stands there freezing while she watches them seal up the side of Hellboy’s box. Once they’re done, she climbs into the cab next to John and he turns the engine over. In a mater of minutes they’ve left their campsite behind and are headed down the mountain.

She doesn’t say anything, not wanting to distract John from driving down the dangerous road that is nothing more than a muddy track with hidden pockets of ice along it. They drive extremely slowly to the point where she wonders if she should just get out and walk. They nearly go off the road when the come around a bend and hit the brakes because there’s a shepherd herding a bunch of goats down the road.

The shepherd eventually gets the animals off of the road and they continue their very bumpy journey down the mountain. It takes over an hour and half to finally get to a paved road and once they’re on their way both John and Liz let out a sigh of relief. They drive on in silence for a while as the caravan of trucks and SUVs gets up to speed on the thankfully clear roadway.

“Sorry about the snowball,” she finally says.

“Hey, it’s alright,” he shrugs. “Besides, I know you weren’t the one who threw it.”

“No, but I started the snowball fight,” she admits.

“What? You decided your life wasn’t dangerous enough so you had to start a snowball fight with Hellboy?” he asks chuckling.

“Actually, I was going to throw it at Abe, but he threatened to give me nightmares for a week,” she tells him.

“I’m pretty sure the bureau wouldn’t survive a week of nightmares,” he puts in. “So why’d you throw it Red?”

“It was the perfect snowball,” she reminisces as she cups her hands in front of her, remembering the small white orb. “It was the perfect size, the perfect shape. It would have been criminal not to throw it. Of course I didn’t hit him where I was intending to.”

“What were you aiming for?” he inquires.

“The back of his head,” she replies. “But he turned his head and I got him on the side of the face instead.”

“Oh, what I wouldn’t give to have seen that,” he laughs. “I take it he responded in his normally calm fashion.”

“Of course,” she snickers.

They slip back into a comfortable silence for a while as the dark scenery goes sailing by.

“How long before we get to the plane?” she questions.

“A couple hours,” he answers.

“A couple hours from when we started or from now?” she asks.

“From now,” he tells her. “That’s were the closest airport that can handle our plane is.”

“Great,” she sighs as she pulls a dog eared, beaten up old book out of her pocket. “Mind if I read while you drive?”

“No, go ahead,” he tells her. “Whatcha reading?”

“Catcher in the Rye,” she says and he nearly drives off the road.

“I didn’t know you liked Catcher in the Rye,” he exclaims as he quickly brings the truck back under control.

“Yeah, it’s my favorite book,” she replies.

“Mine too,” he states as he drags a battered copy out of his pocket.

They smile at each other and then spend the next couple of hours discussing their favorite book.

Nearly three hours later, everything is secured and the sides of the crates are opened allowing Hellboy and Abe to emerge from their boxes. Abe comes out as gracefully as a swan, silently stretches once and then goes and sits down. Hellboy comes out, complaining all the way, stretching every which way causing joints to pop before finally flopping down in a seat next to Liz.

She smiles at him and he drapes his left arm over her shoulders and she gladly leans into him. They talk quietly as the plane taxis and then takes off into stormy skies. Before long they’re flying towards home with a load of tired, but satisfied with a job well done agents. The combination of the drone of the engines, the gentle shaking of the plane and his warmth cause her to relax to the point where she rests her head against his chest and falls asleep. Even if a Sammael came charging through the cabin at this moment, he wouldn’t get up to fight it for fear of waking her.

Shortly after they arrive back at the bureau, the usual debriefing takes place. Manning is given a quick report on what happened and why, mostly by Abe and John, with Hellboy and Liz filling in some parts. After the meeting, Liz goes off in search of food as Hellboy returns to his room and cats.

As soon as he sits down, he has cats jumping on him and rubbing against him. He spends quite a bit of time petting his animals until John shows up with the first real meal he’s had in over a month. Hellboy chuckles as the Boy Scout makes sure the coast is clear before coming all the way into the room. After eating his fill, Hellboy stretches out in the back of his truck and almost instantly falls asleep.

Several hours later, Hellboy is woken up by a still cautious John bringing him his next meal. Hellboy yawns, stretches and scratches himself as John transfers the food from the cart to the table. Once the young agent is gone, Hellboy eats, gets cleaned up and then goes in search of Liz. He’s hoping to talk her into coming back to his room to watch a movie and maybe a little fooling around afterwards.

He searches her room, the cafeteria, the library and the rest of the bureau only to come up empty. In a huff he returns to his room and plops down onto his bed totally disgruntled that no one seems to know where she is. He tries to get comfortable, but can’t relax so he gets up and starts pacing around the room. On his third pass past the bathroom, he notices a strange smell that’s sweet and pleasant.

He walks into the bathroom and is startled by all the lit candles around the room that are giving off a warm glow. The air is heady with the odor that he noticed a few moments ago as the humidity in the room clings to his skin. He’s so intent on trying to figure out where the candles came from that he doesn’t notice the sound of water quietly moving.

“I was wondering how long it would take you to come in here,” a soft voice says from across the room.

His head quickly snaps towards the source of the most beautiful voice in the world and he stares at its owner. Liz is already in the bath and up to her neck in bubbles. It takes him several seconds for him to get past that she’s in his bathroom to the fact that there’s bubble bath in his tub.

“Hey! I said no bubble bath in my tub,” he snarls, only half meaning it since the blood in his brain is starting to head south.

“Well, if you don’t like it, I guess I could drain the bath,” she quietly replies as she stands.

The suds slide off of her torso exposing her bare breasts, the water causing her skin to glisten in the soft glow of the candlelight. He grabs hold of the counter beside him to stay upright as most of the blood in his body seems to be headed for his groin. He moans as his pants suddenly shrink several sizes too small and she poorly hides her smile.

“It’d be a shame to let all this water go to waste,” she idly states as she takes a handful of suds and rubs them off on her breast.

He groans as he struggles to remain on his feet as his head spins from lack of blood and the suds on her breast silently slip down her body. She smiles coyly up at him, taunting him even more and he knows he’s lost the battle before it’s even begun. Even Anung un Rama is silent at this vision of beauty that stands before him, waiting.

“Or you can join me,” she suggests with a suggestive tilt to her head and a small smile.

He’s not sure how he gets out of his clothes much less how he gets over to the tub without falling to his knees, but he does it all the same. He slides into the water next to her without making a complete fool of himself. Then he just stands there for a moment, not sure what to do next.

The instant his clothes come off, she can’t take her eyes off of his big red cock standing tall and proud against his hard abs. It’s not until he’s standing in the water next to her that she’s finally able to pull her gaze away from that perfection of manhood and up to those burning amber eyes. The instant their eyes meet, the need for conscious thought is gone and instinct takes over.

He reaches out and drags her to him, his mouth quickly claiming hers as lips part and tongues erotically dance around each other. Small, warm, wet hands grab hold of his cock and start to pump it as his tail slides between her legs and finds her center. They moan into one another’s mouths as he thrusts into her hands and she grinds herself on his tail.

A short eternity later, they’re crying out their completions as they both collapse into the water. He barely manages to catch her before she goes completely below the water. He staggers over to the bench seat and lies down, pulling her onto top of him. She lies there as if she doesn’t have any bones as she catches her breath.

“Seems we ruined your bubble bath,” he smugly points out, eyeing the few floating islands of suds floating around them.

Instead of responding, she weakly reaches over to a button on the side of the tub and pushes it. A second later the jets turn on, churning up the water. She nestles down with her head on his chest as the water starts to froth and foam. He doesn’t really pay attention to the water since there’s someone much more interesting to watch lying on top of him.

By the time he realizes the jets are reforming the bubbles, it’s too late. With a deep growl, he slams his fist into the button to turn off the jets, nearly breaking it in the process. She chuckles as the jets turn off and bubbles surround them.

“Think that’s funny, do you?” he snarls playfully and his only response is a giggle from her. “I’ll teach you to mess with my tub.”

Before she can form a response, he sits up, spins ninety degrees so he’s sitting sideways on the bench and cradles her in his right arm, her head on his shoulder. His lips find hers once more as his left hand starts to play havoc with her body.

He fondles a nipple and she lets out little whimper as she arches her back while her arms twine around his neck, pulling him into a deeper kiss. After bringing that little bud to a peek, he plays with the other one until she’s panting and begging for more with her legs spread wide, feet braced against the side of the tub. It seems he finally takes pity upon her and slides his hand down her body and then rests it on her inner thigh.

“Do you want me to touch you?” he asks, his fingers gently stroking the sensitive skin just below her pussy.

“Ohgodyes,” she moans as she writhes around on his lap.

“You going to put bubble bath in my tub when I tell you not to?” he questions as he lightly runs a finger along the swollen skin outside her love hole.

She gives a whimpering moan as she moves her body to try and get his fingers to go in. When that doesn’t work, she attempts to grab his hand but he simply moves his hand out of reach and she growls in frustration.

“Are you?” he demands.

“No,” she whines as she continues to squirm around on his lap.

“Good girl,” he smirks.

He slides his fingers deep into her pussy as he rubs his thumb over that magical little nub. She holds onto his neck with one hand and she grabs his right hand with her own as her cries echo off of the walls of the room. She thrusts herself onto his hand until he feels her walls contract around his fingers. He thinks about how it would feel to have them do that to his cock and suddenly it starts to twitch with that very thought.

He slips his fingers out of her and she gives a little whimper as he repositions her in his lap, hoping she won’t notice the appendage that’s starting to reawaken. She’s fairly sure her entire body has turned to rubber as she lies there panting and her heart is pounding inside her chest. She’s so out of it that at first she doesn’t notice that something is starting to poke her in the left hip and it’s getting harder by the second.

He tries to get his body under control, but with her panting and whimpering and trembling, it’s a lost battle even before it begins. He shifts her around in hopes that she doesn’t notice his penis sticking her in the hip. Unfortunately for him, she has noticed.

He doesn’t want another hand job. He doesn’t want another blow job. He wants to be inside of her and making love to her.

He can feel Anung un Rama start to stir at this last thought and he instantly regrets thinking it. He can feel his own heart start to pound and his breathing quicken. He grinds his teeth as he hears Anung un Rama start to badger him once more.

Take her, the demon hisses to him in his mind. She’s too weak to fight back. Take her. You want her. How much does she love you if she won’t let you inside of her?

“So, you didn’t like the bubble bath?” she asks quietly as she twists around in his lap to face him.

“Huh?” he responds, snapped out of his internal battle though Anung un Rama is still growling in the background.

“The bubble bath, you didn’t like it?” she quizzes him again as she runs a hand up his thigh.

“It’s…um…ah,” he stammers and that hand sends bolts of electricity straight to his cock. “It’s not some…something men do. Not manly.”

“I thought you’d like to have me all slick and shiny,” she purrs as she straddles his lap and runs her hands up his torso. “Don’t you like me all slick and shiny?”

“Oh yeah,” he pants while her hands rub over his shoulders. “Liked it a lot.”

“So you’ll let me have bubble bath in here?” she inquires as she starts to trace the patterns on his right arm.

“No,” he groans, closing his eyes as more blood pours into Big Red making it the hardest thing known to man.

“Are you sure?” she asks as she pushes herself against him, arms circling his neck, lips barely touching his and her pussy pushing against his cock.

“Gah,” he argues, feeling her smirk against his lip as he opens his eyes and everything becomes clear. “What are you offering in return?”

“Everything,” she whispers against his lips just before kissing him.

“Then you can have whatever you want,” he pants when their lips finally part several minutes later.

She reaches down and grabs hold of his cock as she pushes herself up onto her knees. She positions him at her opening and then she pauses. They stare at each other for several seconds, both trembling with the anticipation of what’s about to happen. Then she starts to slowly lower herself onto him, the head of his cock start to push into her core.

And that’s when the warning klaxon goes off.
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