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Blue Flames and Old Scars	By : livingdeadgirl Category: G through L > Hellboy Views: 4764 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: Blue Flames and Old Scars

Author: Kora

Rating: NC-17

Genre: Romance/Smut

Summary: �But this evening was exceptionally special. As to why it was so special, Hellboy didn't know. He could just feel it.

Disclaimer: I do not own Abe, H.B., Liz, or anyone else - they belong to Mike Mignola and some ideas therein to Guillermo Del Toro and the film geeks and stuff like that.

Author's Note: I don't know why this smutty bunny came to me - it just did. So I wrote it up and enjoyed it muchly. Hopefully you do too.

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Liz Sherman had been to his room several times before - she'd seen it at its very best and at its very worst, but that didn't matter, ever since the nature of their relationship had changed, ever since it had become something deeper, Hellboy always made it a point to have his bedroom be immaculate.
Tonight was no exception. He and Liz had been on their own brand of 'dates' before but this evening was exceptionally special. As to why it was so special, Hellboy didn't know. He could just feel it.
It was the way Liz looked at him over their briefing today, the way she'd been acting around him as of late. As if she knew something he didn't, some secret she was going to share�
It thrilled him, excited him, and made him anxious out of his mind. He didn't even know he was capable of being so anxious. It was as if he'd had massive quantities of caffeine injected into his veins - his entire body strung up and antsy.
He tossed crumpled up paper balls and comics into a nearrunkrunk, followed by several piles of filthy clothes and empty, dirty dishes. Then he slammed the trunk closed and shoved it into a far back, dark corner of his room. He set his bed and cleaned off his couch, hid his horn sander and herded up all his cats.
Agent Myers entered with Hellboy's evening dinner - two overly large bowls of hot noodles and two massive jugs of beer - only to see Hellboy covered with his feline friends. Myers couldn't help but laugh at the cal sal sight, "What are you doing?"
"Myers! Great! Come 'ere and give me a hand, will ya?!"
Myers did his best, picking up one cat and cradling it close, "I'm impressed you managed to gather so many of them together�Jesus, all in one little pack here�hell, how many are there?!"
"Just�help." Was all Hellboy could grunt out, he had one cat flopped over his head and several lining his shoulder blades. A few had been shoved into the large pockets of his trench coat and he carefully had an armful of three.
"What're we trying to do?!"
"Take 'em out."
"Out?! Out where?"
"Um�see, that's the thing," Hellboy replied timidly as he approached the door to his room, "I was wondering if you wouldn't mind babysitting for the night."
"What?!"
"Well, I mean, actually its cat sitting but-"
"H.B., I can't possibly watch all these cats!"
"Come on, Myers, help a guy out."
"H.B., I'd love to but�Jesus, there are like over thirty something cats here."
"Thirty? Think there are more than that�" Hellboy mumbled under his breath as he fiddled with the entrance. He could not open it himself - it was all part of keeping him locked up - but he knew messing with the fancy handle would frustrate Myers as it always did and con him into opening it.
Instincts right as usual, Myers withdrew the key even as he continued to argue feebly, "Not to mention my room is no where as big as yours, where would I put-"
"Look, just give 'em room and board for the night, please, I'm beggin' ya, personal favor from one guy ta another, I'd keep 'em here but I don't know what's going on tonigIt sIt seems special to Liz an' I dunno�doesn't seem right to have 'em here. Appropriate or whatever."
Myers eyes widened,at eat exactly are you and Liz doing tonight?"
H.B. shrugged, "Watching movies, talking�ya know, the usual date stuff."
"And what? That isn't safe for the kitties virgin eyes?"
"Myers�" Hellboy intoned in that warning timbre, yellow eyes blazing.
Myers sighed and ran a quick hand through his hair, "Oh all right, all right."
bea beamed and slapped his normal hand gruffly on Myers back, making him jerk forward under the force a little, "That's my man, that's my buddy."
"Uh huh," Myers mumbled grimly as the door beeped and popped open. It took some work, time and effort but eventually all the cats were transferred out of Hellboy's room and into Myers own quarters. The place was literally over-flowing with cats but H.B.'s pets seemed to manage, in fact they seemed excited by the new terrain, eagerly exploring.
As they crawled all over Myers' room, ducking in and out from under his bed and investigating the insides of his extra pairs of shoes, H.B. laughed, "See? They love it here with their Uncle John. I've never seen 'em so happy, ya all are gonna have a great time."
"Yeah, yeah," Myers sighed, another hand combing through his hair as he watched the mass cat hysteria before him, adding distractedly, "Just don't call me 'Uncle John' again, will you? Makes me sound like a slave driver."
"Gotcha," Hellboy said and gave Myers another friendly pat on the back before returning to his catless room, continuing to spruce it up. He wished he could get rid of the smell of old chili and nachos. He couldn't use an air freshener - Liz hated the smell of air fresheners. Same with incense - which was fine, as he couldn't stand those things either.
He wiped away dust, cat hair, and old cobwebs then looked around. His room was as spotless as he'd ever seen in. In fact, he couldn't even remember it ever having been this spotless. Not since he'd first moved in. And it was strangely empty without all the cats.
He missed them, but he knew that he'd made the right decision letting Myers watch them for the night. He didn't know why exactly but he just knew, innately, that it was best if they were not crawling all around while he was with Liz. Alone.
He'd been alone with her before. Long before they'd become�whatever it was they were now�

He didn't want to label them as a 'couple' as that just didn't sound right. The word 'couple' brought to mind a couple of cigars, a couple packs of gum, a couple bullets, etc. To him, he and Liz just were. Except now their 'were' was closer than it had been before.

Now Now when they were alone it was more�intimate. He hated that word too but there was really nothing else that fit. As Myers had once told him, 'need' was a good and strong word for 'need'. So intimate was the word.
He just wished all their dates didn't have to be spent in either his room or in some other sector of the BPRD headquarters. He finished the room and began looking himself over in his mirror conspicuously. His horns had been filed recently and the black shirt he was wearing was new.
He kept putting his coat on, then taking it off, trying to decide what looked best. He muttered venomously under his breath about how every outfit he had seemed the same. Not that that could be helped. It wasn't like he could really go clothes shopping - he was a big order to fill. Not to mention that for the most part he liked what he wore - black shirts, pants, trench coat�it worked.
Still, it would be nice to have something new to wear�
He chose to go sans coat and wondered vaguely why every date they had he went through this personal debate. However, tonight in particular seemed even more hectic. He took in a few deep breaths, then paused and breathed into his hand, wondering if said breath smelled all right.
He shouldn't be so nervous, he knew that, like he kept telling himself - they'd done this before. Yet that gut instinct nagged at him, telling him tonight was different.
But why? Why?!
That's when he heard the locks on his door working. Shit! Liz was here! He drew back from inspecting himself in the mirror and waited, hands rocking at his sides, fidgeting slightly. The door opened and Liz stood there as beautiful as ever. He was amazed to see she had dressed up slightly.
Only he would notice.
Most would think she was wearing what she normally wore every day but his eyes knew better. While it was the normal black ensemble it was the shape of the clothes that was different - the way the material was cut and the way it clung�
Her black shirt was long sleeved but the material was shiny and sheer in certainly places, curving just so and hugging to her form. And the skirt she wore was long and billowy, crushed velvet. Nice.
And she had actually put on eye make-up. Considering her pale complexion was flawless she never needed cover-up, the only make-up she was ever inclined to wear was lipstick. She considered anything else to be over the top and unnecessary and he'd always been fine with that - he wanted to see her whole face, uncovered and pure - not smeared with greasy concoctions. But this was actually not too bad�she had used just the right amount to accentuate her eyes. They glowed at him more brilliantly than ever before.
But maybe that wasn't the make-up that caused that�.
She seemed a bit anxious herself, a smile wiggling its way about her mouth as she said in the softest of tones, "Red."
"Liz."
They stood in silence for a moment and he cleared his throat, rubbing the back of his neck, "You look amazing."
She shrugged, her way of taking the compliment and returning a silent 'thank you'. Her head inclined to one side and she tossed in, "You too."
He also shrugged and gave a smug smirk, "I know."
She sighed, loosening up and lowered the black bag she had slung over her shoulder, drawing out a movie, "Brought Chaplain."
"Great! Just pop it in."
Liz did so as Hellboy straightened the couch in front of the TV screen for about the hundredth time. She noticed his big tray of noodles and beer and frowned, wheeling it over, "Your dinner's getting cold."
"Oh, well�wasn't all that hungry." He lied, sitting on the couch and trying to look as casual as was possible for someone of his large stature. Liz shook her head, "H.B., you need to eat."
He sighed, "Fine, I guess I could manage a bite or two. But I hate eating alone�"
"No problem," Liz grinned and reached into her bag again to pull out a small plastic bag full of nuts. He looked at it and chuckled, shaking his head, "You still eat like a squirrel."
"Hey, I can't help it, I love nuts - and I know you, you love noodles. So eat up."
He looked at the big plates uncertainly and she couldn't help but laugh a little, "H.B., I don't care if you eat in front of me. You've done it before, lots of times�"
"Just don't want to look like a pig's all," He grunted under his breath. Not wanting to add that he especially didn't want to look like a pig tonight. He was once more was tempted to ask if there was something special about this evening that she knew and he didn't.
But before he could work up the nerve to breach such a subject she rolled her eyes, "Don't be such a baby. I've seen you scarf down pancakes like there's no tomorrow - I think I can handle you slurping down huge amounts of noodles."
With another shrug he gave up and began digging into his dinner. As he ate he looked over at her and thought over what she had just said. Yes, she had known him a long time - long enough to know what he liked and how he was.
The infamous 'noodle-pancake' story was only known by a few. Back in 1947, when he'd been very young, General Norton Ricker had been very insistent that he eat something for breakfast that was not noodles (past Baby Ruth, noodles was one of the first things he'd ever had and loved) and introduced him to pancakes. He had not wanted to eat them at first - positive they would be yucky.
To his surprise they'd been delicious and he had loved them ever since. It was one of the first things, in fact, that had linked him to Liz. When she'd first been inducted to the BPRD, she had been wandering the halls aimlessly only to have her nose caught by the scent of pancakes and syrup.
She followed the smell to Hellboy, who'd looked at her with big golden eyes, still dumbfounded by her beauty. He had not known her for very long at this time, and whenever he saw her he was left completely speechless.
She looked at the pile of pancakes and asked solemnly, "Are all these yours?"
Shy, he had merely nodded.
She had taken a seat next to him, causing his heart to accelerate to such a point he feared he was having an attack. She looked at the food, then at him and shifted her shoulders, commenting in a whisper, "Love the smell. Go ahead. Eat up."
And he'd done just that. What else could he do? The most beautiful creature on the planet was looking at him and told him to do something. How could he refuse? He couldn't. It was impossible. He would never deny Liz anything. No matter how insane a request, he would answer it.
He would die for her. No question.
She had known that from tegineginning, and while comforting to some lengths, it had never sat well. She had never known how to return the amount of feeling he had for her. Never known if she felt the same. Now she knew and they had reached this point and what lay beyond�well neither of them knew, but where they were now was nice and that was enough.
Hellboy finished off one plate of noodles and began working on the next as Liz ate her nuts silently, eyes on the TV screen as the movie played. Hellboy nudged her and she looked at him, he jutted his chin at the bag, "So what kind of nuts are in there? I see your beloved almonds, but the others�"
"Pine nuts and pistachios." She returned wistfully, "Thought I'd mix 'em all together."
"Sounds good to me," He said and took a quick slug of his beer, pushing the tray away, "Think that's enough for me."
"Still have room for dessert?" She asked and he looked at her questionably. Another hand into her bag and she pulled out Twinkies. His eyes lit up, "You really do know me."
She opened one and handed it to him and then opened another for herself, taking a tiny bite of the foamy, crème filled pastry. They ate quietly, watching the movie. Every now and then Liz stole quick peeks in his direction, making Hellboy's stomach flutter.
Out of the two of them, he was the one more used to catching coveted looks at her. Over their years of knowing one another he had memorized every line of her face, every aspect until it was crystal clear in his mind. She always seemed to only glance over him.
But tonight their positions felt reversed and he was rather flattered by it. Funny, to feel wanted�desirable�
He looked over at her and she turned her head as if she had not been staring at him openly. He smirked and looked at the TV, sighing, "You know, it doesn�t matter how many times I've seen this� 'City Lights' is still one of the best."
Liz merely nodded, eyes on him again. He had to ask, "So what are you looking at anyway?"
"You."
"You've seen me before."
"I know, but�I feel like looking."
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah," she drew the word out, knowing she was being teased, "And don't act like it's so strange. You used to look at me just like this all the time."
"What're you talking about 'used to'? I still look at you."
"True but�I'm looking at you the way you've always looked at me."
"Wait�what? Now I'm confused."
She sighed and rolled her eyes again, "Oh H.B., don't you get it? You've always looked at me like I'm this�this reverent beautiful thing and with�with all this�emotion in your eyes from feelings and�and now I know why you did it and I'm�returning it."
"Liz�I still don't think I get what you're saying�"
"H.B., I'm looking at you because�I'm trying to tell you something. But with my eyes."
He looked at her, into her eyes and knew instantly what she meant. What she was telling him. Because his eyes had said the same thing to her so many times before. He swallowed, heart accelerating to that attack point again, like it always did when Liz was around. He could bearly breathe, managing a tight, "Oh."
Liz's pale skin flushed and she looked down, away from him as she pushed a few dark strands of hair behind one ear, "Yeah. Oh."
Hellboy's left hand reached out tentatively and brushed her cheek. She looked up again and those eyes glowed, doing more than just telling now. He edged forward, head titling to one side, unsure as always but then her hands came up, fingers knotting in the sleeves of his shirt, tugging him that extra length forward.
His mouth met hers. They had kissed before and to Hellboy each time seemed more perfect than the last despite how they started off. There were always a few awkward seconds at the beginning - thanks to his size and over all shape, it took a minute or two for their mouths to fit together just right.
But this time was different. The kiss started off perfect, mouths connng fng faultlessly. His breath sucked in, surprised, pleased by just how spectacular this kiss was. Liz either didn't notice or was merely not as moved as he, her breathing even, her lips sure as they moved, pressed harder, opened against his own, begging silently for more�
He complied, his own mouth opening as he deepened the kiss, capturing her bottom lip in his mouth, sucking lightly and then drawing back, meeting her again, tongue sweeping in, tasting, exploring. And as always she was just as wonderful as he imagined, and now, as he remembered.
Every now and then he worried that'd he'd wake up and discover this was all a dream, that he and Liz had never become what they were now. He'd open his eyes and it'd be several months ago - before Myers came, before Liz left Bellamie, before his father�
No. No, now was most definitely not the time to think about that. He was kissing Liz and he wanted to enjoy it for all it was worth, not reflect on his personal loss. With that in mind, his hand drifted along Liz's cheek lovingly. The feel of her skin always captivated him - so smooth, so cool�
How could a pyrokinetic be so cold? But this evening Liz's skin had a savory chill to it. While Hellboy could not summon up flames like Liz, there was always fire running in his blood - he was always hot. This was not helped when Liz was around and kissing him like she was now.
Her own fingers had uncurled from his sleeves and now strayed down the sides of his body, teasing and tickling their way down until they came to rest on his waistband. She edged her body even closer, her tongue tip tentatively brushing his.
A groan rumbled out of him and he wished furtively that he could draw her deep into his arms but, as always, he kept himself in check. It wasn't like he hadn't held her before, quite the contrary; he'd even carried her before, but he always grew apprehensive when it came to moments like this when he had to be oh so gentle, oh so careful�
When he kissed her he became lost and he was often worried he'd get too carried away and wouldn't be able to protect her from himself. From his right hand. While he'd always been comfortable enough with the stone hand, he was wise enough to be mindful of it.
With one finger he could crack a bowling ball in half. He didn't want to think what would happen if he touched Liz with that hand and wasn't paying attention - even idly he could cause damage.

And he'd die before he'd ever hurt her.
So he allowed his left hand to have all the fun, normal flesh and bone fingers trailing through her hair, dancing down her back. The movie played on but neither of them seemed to notice, more focused on each other, on the kissing�
Hellboy was in heaven but he knew it wouldn't last. In a few moments Liz would pull away, try to hide the fact she was blushing and they'd watch the rest of the movie as always. This was the way their dates usually went, he could not see how this time would be any different.
But it was. Because Liz's fingers began to move again and instead of pulling away they dived up under the hemline of his shirt, grazing over his skin. And her lips stayed steadfast over his own, if not a bit more hungry than he'd ever remembered them being. Sensations sparked down his spine as those same fingers pushed up against the shirt material, straining it and then coming down to grip the hemline, pulling at it.
She wanted him to take his shirt off.
He swallowed, eyes widened as he drew his mouth from hers, amazed. Normally she stopped the kisses first, normally she pulled away, not the other way around and now�now�
"Liz?"
She didn't answer but instead looked at him with dark liquid eyes and lifted his shirt, exposing his stomach to the air. The muscles in his jaw worked as he met her gaze and finally he drew away enough to peel the cumbersome piece of clothing off. He sat before her, breathless as well as shirtless, her eyes roaming over him.
It wasn't like she hadn't seen him shirtless before - far from it - she'd seen him shirtless many times but this time things were different. This time they were something more than friends and they'd just been kissing and�she could touch him if she wanted�
Hellboy was positive that if she did touch him one of two things would happen. Either A) He'd finally have that heart attack or B) He'd have an aneurysm. He came up with these two possibilities only because he knew if she touched him he would have to die because it would be too good to be true.
Nothing could be better than�he'd dreamed but never�
And now those eyes were on him again and he could see the fire in them, the blue flickering as she let out a heavy breath. One of her hands rose, pale fingers quivering before they brushed over his collarbone.
His breath left him in one big whoosh. He wasn't dead. That was the good news. The bad news was that he was going to die anyway because she was killing him slowly.
Every one of her fingertips on his flesh sent sparks shooting through out his body. And then the fingers moved and another groan escaped his mouth before he could stop it. Jesus, her touch felt so good. The fingers traced his collarbone and then over his bare chest, resting over a few tender scars. A throaty croon left her and she looked at the old wound, whispering, "How'd you get this one, H.B.?"
Hellboy didn't trust his own voice but tried, "Oh�um," It came out more shocked and breathy than he would have liked so he cleared his throat and tried again, answering gruffly, "Malaysia. Special assignment a�a few days after you left last time. A Penanngga Lan sank her fangs right into my chest�think she was going for my heart but�"
The words died as she left that scar and went to another one nearby, "And this one?"
"That'd be thanks to a Swamp," He waved his left hand idly as he tried to think of a way to describe it, "Demon�thingy�Alabama. You were on that trip actually but were with my father doing research. If I'm remembering it right."
Liz nodded, remembering very well. It was one of the few missions she'd actually gone on. Professor Broom had always been helpful and symptic tic to her plight. She felt there was nothing wrong with trying to return the favor for once. Not to mention she felt a change of scenery would be nice.
Speaking of�
Hellboy gasped as her fingers found another spot. He was grateful his skin was so red that it was impossible to tell when he blushed as he deadpanned, "That's not a scar, that's my nipple."
"Hmm, I know." She stated simply, fingers caressing lightly, circling�
And then she was closer than she'd ever been, head descending, her breath powdering over his skin. There was no more oxygen in the room as he felt her press a wet kiss to the first scar and then the second and then�
"Liz," her name tore from him and she pulled away, eyes wide with wonder. He almost wanted to laugh at the look. As if she didn't know what she had just done�
But of course she did, a smile playing about her mouth, head ducking, face trying to hide behind the curtains of her dark hair. But then her hands left his skin, cool air trailing over the heated paths she had trekked. He watched with fascination as she straightened her spine to sit up, breathing out as she crossed her arms over in front of herself and took hold of her black shirt.
She began to ease it up and over her head. His yellow eyes melted into gold with her growing desire. God, so much creamy white skin�just like the skin on her face but even smoother and so and and�and lace bra�
His eyes fixed on the piece of cloth, then darted away in embarrassment, instead settling on something across the room. Liz's mouth finallye ine into the grin it had been fighting for so long, "H.B., it's okay to look. I�want you to."
His heavy head rose and his eyes began to dart all over her. He took in the slope of her shoulders, her bellybutton, her rib cage�in fact he could see too much of that and thought to scold her again about eating like a squirrel when his gaze inevitably landed on her bra again. It wasn't like he hadn't seen one before. He'd seen many in his lifetime, he'd seen more than thven�ven�seen what was beneath, naked and all, but this was Liz.
Liz.

She noticed where his eyes were resting and her hands rose up behind her back, voice a mere whisper, "I can take this off�"
"No. Wait�I mean�maybe you�shouldn't�" He was saying the words despite his body screa in in protest that he shut up and let her do whatever she liked. But his conscious knew right from wrong and efficiently scolded him into saying what he knew he should�
But then Liz sighed and shook her head, hands still behind her back, "But I want to. I can see you, H.B�and I like it�and�I want you to - to see me and like me too."
"No fear of that," was all he could muster because he heard the tell tale 'click' and saw the material gape off her body slightly. And then the straps were sliding, slipping down her limbs and then it was off and she sat before him, naked from the torso up. The sight was too much. Eyes darting across the room again only to return, look for a few more minutes, then dart away again and Liz murmured, "H.B...you're blushing."
"No, I'm not," he said with more force than was necessary, "How can you even tell?! I'm not - I'm not�"
"Well, if you're not blushing than your have serious blood flow issues, 'cause your cheeks are much darker than the rest of you." The jest came out stale and Hellboy's vision had locked back on what had just been bared to him.
Her breasts weren't big, but they weren't small either. One would fit perfectly in the palm of his normal hand and without his permission that hand was nd snd so close, almost touching and he looked at her. The blue flames were dancing in the iris' of her eyes again as she whispered, "Touch me?"
There was an audible crunch as his stone hand curled into a fist, his whole body clenching tight at her breathless entreaty. His left hand gently cradled her breast, testing its weight and then squeezing slightly, his thumb curving along her areola and then passing over the hardened tip.
Liz whimpered and wrapped her arms around his massive shoulders, pulling him close to her. He withdrew his hand and wrapped his left arm around her, returning the embrace, their bare chests pressing together. He could feel every inch of her naked form against him and another groan came.
He was so lost in the moment he bearly noticed when she laid down flat on her back on the couch, hands trying to ease him down on top of her. He did so, moving his weight to one side, so as not to crush her. His right hand rested to the left side of her body, his normal hand drifting over her breasts again and then diving lower, skating figure eight's over her stomach.
Her fingers threaded through his hair and then passed along his face, brushing over his facial hair and she looked up at him with that emotion in her eyes�
Hellboy lowered his head and kissed her again, once more amazed that they managed to fit right. Where had the awkwardness gone? Was it just this evening or had they finally found a way to make each kiss start off the way it should?
Then her arms were around him, crushing him close and she was wriggling, making him feel her whole length. Her name escaped him in another growl of desire. He could feel all her curves now and if she kept moving like that surely she would feel�
Liz drew back, voice startled, "H.B!"
Well, if she hadn't seen him blush before then she was now, "Liz, you can't expect all this to happen and for me to not�I mean ya know, Big Red, he's got a mind of his own."
Liz laughed - actually - laughed, "Red?Red?"
He shrugged, "What? He is."
Liz's laughter died as she moved a certain way, her hips caressing the body part in question. Hellboy groaned, head dropping to rest on her shoulder as he muttered through gritted teeth, "You're killin' me."
"I know what I'm doing," She assured as her hips moved again and again�
"Christ, Liz�stop�can't�"
"Why not?" She purred, sweet little face full of cloudy desire and confusion.
And honestly Hellboy didn't know why they couldn't. Save for the obvious reasons he didn't want to voice aloud out of embarrassment. It would certainly cause more blushing. Instead he captured her mouth in another kiss and let his left hand trail down her hip, squeezing it and then letting his fingers tangle in the material of her skirt, bunching it up.
Liz's hands joined his and she eased her skirt up around her waist. Hellboy swallowed, blood pounding in his ears. He had never done this before. He never thought they'd go this far. Did he know what he was doing? Yes, he did. Liz wanted�she wanted. And he couldn't give her�that. He was too scared to. Afraid he would hurt her.
But he could not leave her unsatisfied, so, he would give her the next best thing. His hand felt the cool skin of her thighs for the first time. Fingers trailing over the soft flesh until they met with more lace. Heat greeted him and he couldn't help but press down gently, stroking over what he knew what was beneath.
A tiny cry came from her in response and he felt the tension in him tighten to a new length. His golden gaze settled on her, unsure, "Is this�okay? Am I moving too fast?"
"No�please�I want�I need you too."
That was all the encouragement he needed. He found the elastic band of her underwear and eased it down, then returned to where he had pressed before, combing through the wet, aching center of her. Another cry, this one higher and - Jesus - was that his name?
He wasn't sure but he didn't stop, his fingers continuing to move tenderly between her legs, thumb finding the spot that demanded the most attention. Her whole body jerked and her hips rose in answer, her head moving from one side and then the other, her eyes met his and he felt like he'd drown in those dark blue flames.
She pleaded for more and he gave it to her, fingers moving sure now. Her own hands raked along his back and then through his hair and then she found his right hand and tugged at it.
He wanted to tell her to stop, not to�
But her grip and tugging was insistent and he could not deny her. She brought the right hand close to one side of her head and then released it, her hands returning to his back and her face near his right hand, breath puffing along stone and she kissed the dry, cracked palm.
Hot lust shot straight through him at the sight and his left hand sped up, all attention directed right on her clit. A sob of ecstasy broke from her as she came, shuddering violently beneath him, wave after wave of pleasure consuming her as well as fire. The flames rose in waves, pulsing over her whole body as well as his.
Then they died down, as did her cries, she quieted beneath him, panting now, eyes heavy lidded. He looked at her and smiled, happy to have given her what she needed. His whole body was still strung tight but as long as she was sated�
But then her hips moved as they had before, making sure to brush the hard evidence of his own need. Her name left him in a tormented moan. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him. Then her fingers went for the waind ond of his pants. He drew back, "Liz�told you�can't�"
"H.B., I know you're worried about�your right hand."
His eyebrows knitted together and he looked at his right hand, she continued, "I know it's bigger than your normal, left hand and its made of stone. You could crush my skull in your palm if you wanted - but naturally you wouldn't. You have control over that hand for the most part but in certain situations�like this�you're worried you'll loose that control. But H.B., I trust you and�I think it'll be okay. Well make it work, like how we kiss. We can�fit together."
Realization washed through him as her words sank in. This was, in essence, an analogy. His right hand was a problem, she recognized that, but she was also relating it back to�
Hellboy looked at her, loving her more than ever as both hands rose up and delicately traced along her face, "I just don't want to hurt you."
"You won't. Trust me."
"But-"
"Shh," she pressed a finger to his mouth, "You won't. But if you like�if it hurts in the slightest bit�I'll tell you to stop."
He let out a heavy breath and his head lowered as he thought over what she had said. Then he nodded and helped her remove his pants. As he did so he heard her gasp audibly and he looked at her, "You okay?"
"H.B�if I've told you once, I've told you a thousand times...you have to tell me if you're going to use your tail for something." Her words were peppered with humor as her eyes indicated his red tail, which had taken a hold of her skirt and was removing it from her.
He shrugged as he removed the rest of his own clothing, "Just thought I'd speed things up."
All words died as they lay together, naked now. Hellboy's throat felt thick as Liz's eyes swept over him. He had all ready looked her over and loved every thing he'd seen but now she was looking at him, seeing�inspecting�
And then she cracked wryly, "Big is ais a good name."
He couldn't help but give a shaky chuckle, "Told you."
Her fingers trailed over his shoulders and then down his spine as she breathed, "You're so beautiful."
He had never thought of himself as beautiful. Maybe ruggedly handsome but�he was about to tell her this when she kissed him. Best to save the jokes for another time. His whole being was not only full of tight tension and nervous fear but elation.
He had thoughtthisthis before - how could he not?! There had been heated dreams and imaginings but never had he thought he'd come to this point. He'd always thought when they'd finally�it would be different. Planned maybe. Special somehow. Like after a candlelit dinner and all that romantic jazz.
But now that they were at this moment he couldn't think of any other way he would have liked it. Except�
He drew away and looked into her eyes, heart beating a wild tattoo in his chest as he whispered, "Liz�I love you."
He waited one minute. Then two. Then three. She looked at him and he felt his heart sink when suddenly a smile came and a soft, "I love you too."
Joy burst deep in his heart and now he knew this was special. He positioned himself and entered as gently as he could. Liz gasped and shifted slightly, accommodating�
He stopped and steadied himself, inside but apprehensive, prepared if she asked him to pull away. Instead she sighed and whispered, "More."
"Liz�"
"Please?"
Hellboy drew out but only to move forward again. Liz gasped, then moaned, her own hips answering. God, Hellboy's eyes sealed shut, savoring the feeling of her all around him - so warm, so tight�so good�
And then she moved again, insistent, tiny, kittenish whimpers escaping her throat, sweaty fingers clutchit hit his back as she silently asked for more. He repeated the action again and then again, slowly working up a steady rhythm but still clinging to a tiny leash of control, holding back that little bit, not wanting to give up, give in�still so very afraid�
But it was growing harder and harder, she was moaning openly and kissing his neck, sucking his earlobe and then that mouth was on his lips and they were sharing the same breath. She kept saying his name in this voice and then she breathed, "See? We fit together�it's okay, it's okay�feels�good."
His eyes squeezed tightly shut, he had to hold on, couldn't lose it�
They were still sha the the same breath and he could feel her wet mouth on his, and then her tongue brushed his lower lip and she breathed, "So good�let go. Let go."
A growl escaped him and both arms locked around her body, crushing her to him as the last thin thread he had on his control snapped, berserk with the need and want of her. His gentle, concise movements gave way to jerky, hot thrusts but she merely answered them with her own, fire exploding up between them again, engulfing their bodies as Liz cried out and came a second time.
And he could feel her coming apart on his arms, spasming all around him and with a startled shout of her name he climaxed, fireworks exploding inside him, all over, sparking right behind his eyelids.
His movements slowed and he slumpver,ver, breathless. The fire died away, once more being sucked back within Liz's body. He looked down at her and saw her pale flesh was beaded with sweat as she gave him the most satisfied, lazy smirk he'd ever seen.
He shook his head and felt a chuckle bubble up, "Why do I get the feeling this was planned."
"What gave you that idea?" she asked sleepily.
"Your attitude, the things you said�the way you were looking at me all day�"
"Oh don't act like you didn't have some idea. You got Myers to baby-sit tats,ats, didn't you?"
Hellboy didn't answer and one of Liz's eyes slid open, "Right aren't I?"
He merely grunted and she laughed, both eyes opening as she sat up slightly and kissed his cheek, "Oh come on. It was totally worth it, H.B."
Hellboy shifted, cradling her close and kissed her forehead, "Why did you�"
"Because it's a Tuesday. Why do you think? Because I love you."
"Mmm�good reason." He said and kissed her forehead again. She sighed and snuggled deep into his arms, adding, "I wanted you to know it was okay. I noticed the way you were about your right hand and�I knew somehow that that would also relate to�other things and�I wanted you to know it would be okay to let go."
"Well you were right�and very persuasive in your points." Hellboy muttered and closed his eyes, only for one to pop open, "You know we missed the movie."
"I know."
"And you know I love you too?"
"Of course."
"Good, then I can sleep soundly now."
They both smiled and did just that.
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