Lust and Genetics in Wisconsin

Disclaimer: X-Men, Hank McCoy aka Beast, and all concerned belong to Marvel.
Author’s Note: Zora Ashkenzi, aka Huntress, belongs to me lock, stock, and barrel. To read how she and Hank get together in the first place, please read ‘The Lion and the Huntress’ which can be found on www.fanfiction.net (under the pen name the-sapphirelion). For those who have not read the first story, visual specs on Zora are thus: five feet ten and wiry with a Siberian tiger mutation (her skin is milk white, eyes icy blue with slitted irises, white hair with two jagged black stripes running through near the crown); also I am using the leonine ‘New X-Men’ version of Beast.
Please do be kind, this is my first attempt at this kind of story as it were.

Synopsis: Hank and Zora end up having a night of passion at an awards ceremony. Told from Zora’s P.O.V. – takes place after ‘The Lion & the Huntress’.

Lust & Genetics in Wisconsin

He hides his disappointment so well. Smiles and claps as enthusiastically as everyone else in the room. Me? I give a half-hearted applause. Henry should have won and I don’t doubt that every person in the room knows it. My future husband is a thousand times more gifted than the dingbat that just made his way on stage. Look at the man – he doesn’t look smart enough to remember to take the wax paper off of cheese slices before putting them on sandwiches, let alone deserve something as prestigious as the North American Geneticist of the Decade award. So he spent ten years figuring out there’s a link between nose hair genes and baldness, big whoop! In the last ten years Henry has advanced the knowledge of mutagenics light years beyond what any other man could have done. It’s taking everything I have not to stand up and yell something obscene.
Great, now pasty boy is fumbling with his pathetic speech. Everything’s gone quiet and I take a moment to look at Henry out of the corner of my eyes. His smile has waned and become just a little frozen. Still, no one would think he was disappointed. But I see a lot of things normal people don’t. I see the way that light that’s so often in his eyes has gone out just a little, the way his shoulders aren’t quite as high as they normally are, the slight furrow to his brow that hints at the weariness within.
It’s more than just disappointment, he’s tired.
He wasn’t passed over because this moron on stage was better, he was passed over because the genetic community didn’t want to recognize a mutant, especially not when the mutant topic is at its hottest on a global scale since Genosha. It’s plain and utter bullshit and we both know it.
My hand’s resting on my thigh under the table, slowly, nonchalantly I place it on his and squeeze just a little. Slowly his eyes meet mine; he smiles. It’s a small smile, but it’s completely genuine… as is the look of complete and utter love that comes into his eyes. It doesn’t matter how many times he looks at me that way, every single time it sends the same flood of warmth through me; the urge to wrap my arms around him and start nuzzling is almost overwhelming. I don’t know whether it’s because of my feline mutation or just my natural nature, but I have no problem with physical affection… at least not with Henry. Right now my main instinct is to comfort him in any way I can; unfortunately the rules of proper society prevent me from doing anything anywhere near what I really want to do. Sigh. My lip quirks in a smile as I feel his hand over mine. His eyes aren’t on the bumbling man anymore; moments pass and he’s still watching me. A lot of people would be uncomfortable by this, but not me; at least, not with him.
In the beginning of our relationship I noticed he would often look away; when I asked him why he reluctantly told me that part of the reason why his ex broke up with him was that she felt he looked at her like she was prey. All I can say is Tilby was an absolute idiot. I’ve been around the predators; in my old job as a SHIELD agent I found myself tracking down some of the most twisted men in the underworld of crime… and then disaster struck and I found myself under the control of a man cruel beyond measure. Oh yes, I know the look of a predator eyeing prey… Henry could never have that look in his eyes. Admittedly his gaze can become intense, but there is never anything threatening behind it. The way he’s looking at me now sends an altogether different kind of warmth through me… and I like it. Biting away my smile I return my visual focus to the stage; the guy is off and they’re moving on. Only a dozen more presentations to go; God, I’m bored.
I begin to play with the inside of Henry’s hand; he’s laid the top of his hand on his thigh and I run my fingers up and down his palm slowly, tracing the grain of the short, velvety fur. I go against the grain and feel a little shudder run through him. It’s hard not to look at him; now another person’s making their little speech and I’m trying hard to feign interest.
I’m trying very hard to behave; I wanted to get his mind off of the disappointment and I’ve succeeded, and though I want very much to put my hand back on his thigh and start doing something entirely different, I know if I do there’s no going back and we’ll end up making some sort of scene. The last thing I want is to cause Henry any sort of embarrassment. He looks so handsome tonight; I love when he puts on a tux. Oddly it actually compliments his regal leonine look. I catch his scent; it’s changed just a little and I know I have to stop the contact. I can feel his gaze still on me. I wore the black, low cut dress purposefully; I know he likes it. It accentuates all the right things and right now he’s focusing on those things a little more than he should be. Slowly, regretfully I bring my hand back to my thigh. I chance a glance at him and try not to laugh.
His eyes are still on me but he’s stuck his lip out just a tiny bit; he looks like a child that’s just had a lollipop taken out of their hand. I grin and desperately try to get my attention back on the awards. Moments later though I know the effort is futile; now it’s his hand on my thigh. I’m not a very petite woman but his hand partly encompasses my upper thigh. The black dress I’m wearing is long but it has high slits on each side. I suck in a sharp breath as I feel one claw tipped finger find its way under the stretch velvet material to bare flesh. At the same time I am both glad and perturbed that I didn’t put on pantyhose; glad because I wouldn’t want him to stop touching me for the world, and perturbed because I’m starting to get just a little terrified that someone’s going to notice that we’re doing something we’re not supposed to be doing and if I had worn pantyhose we wouldn’t be having this ‘problem’.
Oh dear.
I bite the inside of my cheek to keep from making a sound because he just figured out that if I’m not wearing panty hose then there’s a good chance I’m not wearing underwear either (little rule I have – don’t ask). I shift in my seat, trying to discourage him. I’m very thankful for the fact that though surrounded by people we are sitting at a private table and that our chairs are directly next to each other and that the lights are down low to the point of darkness. The attempt to discourage does not work; if anything he just got more leverage.
I should stop this right now; I know if I give him the right look he will. But the truth is I don’t really want him to. I didn’t really want to come to this award thing to begin with and I’ve been bored stiff the entire night; I only came because I love him.
Perhaps unwisely I shift again, giving him more access. I close my eyes for just a moment and try to control my breathing; nonchalantly I put the back of my hand over my mouth to hide the fact that I’m biting my lower lip. He’s not giving up in the least; his index finger is rubbing hard and with purpose against my clit. My breasts ache just a little, longing for some of the attention that the other part of me is getting. My nipples have gone completely hard and I know he can see them through the dress. I open my eyes and desperately try to focus on what’s being said at the podium. I don’t dare look at him because if I do I’ll throw myself into his arms and demand he have his way with me right on this stupid little table in front of all these stupid people.
He knows what he’s doing to me; I know he’s looking cool as a cucumber except for that knowing little smile he sometimes gets. My hand’s under the table again; I begin to rub his wrist to get out some of the energy that’s starting to build in me. His finger is working me even harder now and I shiver just a little as I feel wetness between my legs. He moves his hand and I’m certain he’s going to pull away and stop; but he doesn’t pull away and as much as I know I should stop him I just can’t.
His finger slips inside me and my toes and fingers curl at the sensation.
I have to watch the plump Asian woman that’s on stage now and listen to her talk on advances in rodent testing in genetics because if I don’t I’m going to start shouting.
Oh Christ, now he’s applying pressure from the inside against my clit.
My hand clutches and un-clutches his arm and as the tension inside builds I want nothing more than to cuss him out for being so cruel as to get me to this point in a place where he knows I can’t fully let go. Emotions conflict as he presses back and forth, back and forth, my hips moving ever so slightly in time with his hand; I love him, I’m pissed at him, I want him right here and right now, oh God… my whole body shudders and though I don’t make a sound I can’t fully hide the fact that I just climaxed – thank God the lights are still low.
My thighs are quivering; the orgasm is good and it releases some of the tension, but not all of it. I need more, but I know it’s not going to happen here. Finally I look at him and he’s looking at the stage; he has a bit of a grin on his face and I want to smack him. After a moment or two he looks at me from the corner of his eyes.
I give him a smoldering look as his hand caresses my inner thigh as it departs under the table. He looks at me with mock innocence and I shake my head. I can’t stay sitting here; I need to get up and walk around, do something. I mutter something about needing the ladies’ room and discreetly excuse myself from the table.

I make my way out of the conference hall and into the main lobby of the hotel. It’s a nice hotel, nicer than I would have expected for Wisconsin –why on earth would anyone hold a genetics conference in Wisconsin?
My legs still quivering a little, I make my way up to our room.
Closing the door firmly behind me I finally begin to start catching my breath. If I go back down there I need to compose myself; I’m flushed from the orgasm and still tense and now I’m regretting not wearing underwear because I’m still wet.
Best to clean myself up quick and get back down there; I don’t want to leave Hank alone too long although he’d deserve it for what he just did.
We have a suite and I catch sight of myself in the full length mirror; not too much damage done. My hair is still up and sitting perfectly; the dress is still in its order even though my damn nipples are still pointing through. I knew it was a mistake not to wear a bra… my ears perk as I hear the door open and I turn around.
Honestly, the last person I expect is Henry.
This is his conference after all, I didn’t think he’d just leave. In an instant I know why though; that look is in his eyes again. Without a word he crosses over and takes me in his arms. His scent is even more intense than it was downstairs; the addition of pheromones has made it stronger, headier. I love his scent when it’s like this, it only heightens my own arousal. Without much pretense my body’s ready for him again; if anything it’s more wound up from before. Free from prying eyes and prying ears I let myself go and moan loudly as he nips and licks my neck savagely; his large hands caress the back of my thighs, hiking up my dress to cup my buttocks.
There’s a zipper in the back of the dress and before I know it he’s worked it down; the dress pools around my ankles and I kick it to the side along with the three inch high heels that have been killing my feet all night. Feverishly I help him out of the tux and soon it’s lying in haphazard, crumpled piles on the floor. This is the best suite in the whole hotel and the bed is a California King; the perfect size for us to be comfortable on and sturdily built. His erection is pressed against my thigh; he’s already hard and swollen and the sight of him sends a jolt through my own intimate parts.
At that moment I’m ready for him, but he rolls me onto my back and holds me down – he wants to make up for the neglect of other parts downstairs.
My fingers entwine in his soft, thick hair as his tongue begins to bathe each of my breasts. I arch my back to give him more leverage; a sharp hiss followed by a low moan escapes my mouth as the sensation sends shivers through me. His tongue is textured – not as roughly as a cat’s, but textured nonetheless and it makes for a rather unique, but very erotic feeling on my skin. His hands are the same way; velvety soft on the fingers and palms it feels like the most luxuriant touch in the entire world and arouses every nerve.
Eyes closed, I concentrate on the way his body feels against mine.
Though his fur is incredibly soft, the muscles beneath are rock hard and the feel of him makes for a rather sexy contrast. His hand drifts down my belly as his mouth continues at my breasts; I part my thighs willingly. Again his fingers expertly find me and I cry out as he insistently caresses my clit and the rest of my damp, swollen flesh. I’m already wet and I can feel myself become even wetter; I’m writhing beneath him, the feel and scent of him deliciously overpowering me.
I’m tired of waiting - I pull myself up and away from his touch; his eyes widen a little and just to make certain he doesn’t misunderstand I kiss him intensely, biting his bottom lip just enough to make him focus.
He pulls away a little to give me room to move. Breathlessly I get on my knees and hands. My skin prickles as I feel him come up behind me; his large hands caress under my stomach and I close my eyes as I feel him near.
He knows how ready I am and thrusts his hard cock in without reserve.
I hang my head and cry out loudly enough that part of me is praying that no one else is in the room next to us while the other part doesn’t give a damn. He pulls out almost completely and I let out a bereft moan; his hands slide from my stomach to the top of my thighs. Again his hands almost encompass the whole upper half of my thighs. I spread my legs apart just a little further; he pulls me back as he thrusts forward. He penetrates deeply and the friction catches my clit just right, making me cry out even louder than the first time. The motion is set and I’m glad that he’s not holding himself back like he usually does; my hands clutch at the sheets and bed as he rides me hard, each thrust and stroke making my whole body tenser and tenser.
I’m almost to the edge again when he suddenly lets go of my thighs.
I can feel his chest against my back as his hands come underneath me and caress my breasts. I let go of the bed and straighten my back against his chest as he pulls upward. Effectively sitting in his lap, his hard, muscular arms wrapped protectively around me, he begins to buck his hips against my buttocks, thrusting himself deeper and deeper. I press my back against his solid chest, my head thrown back, resting on his shoulder and against his neck. He’s kissing my shoulder, breaking the contact to release strangled moans that are building in volume as much as my own cries are. I’m practically screaming now, every nerve and muscle in my body taunt and straining.
My fingers dig into the fur on his arms and I bury my forehead and eyes against the soft fur of his neck as I feel the peak coming… oh God, oh… his muscles are just as tight beneath me, he’ll come soon too… oh, Henry…
I shout his name both in my head and out loud, driving him on all that much more.
This time the climax does not leave me wanting, my entire body arches against his and shudders with the release. The orgasm hits hard and hot and this time I do scream just a little.
I have little time to catch my breath though– his grip on me is tighter and he thrusts wildly several more times before his entire body goes absolutely still and taunt around me. I let out a low moan as I feel him come and spill into me. He shudders with the release as my body goes limp against him. I lick my lips as I slowly regain my breath and regular heartbeat. Everything about this moment feels perfect and right. It’s several moments before he loosens his hold on me. Arm still wrapped around me, we both slowly lower ourselves to the bed, still on our sides and still connected. For long moments we lay prone, basking in the afterglow of our lovemaking.

Minutes pass and I’m certain he’s fallen asleep; it surprises me when I feel his arm tighten around me and he moves. With a contented sigh I roll onto my back and realize that he’s been watching me this entire time. I smile as he caresses my cheek and then wraps his arm around me, pulling me close.
“Thank you.” He says, his baritone voice deep and a little tired.
I grin and raise an eyebrow, “What on earth for?”
“Being here… I know you didn’t have to come.”
I smile gently and run my fingers through his hair; he shivers at the touch.
“I love you, Henry… even if this was a tractor convention I would have come with you just to be with you.”
He smiles and kisses my forehead; I wrap my arm around his neck and kiss him properly. When he pulls away he’s still looking at me with the utmost love.
My brow furrows and I look at him gently, “I’m sorry you didn’t win tonight – I know it meant a lot to you… everyone in that room knows you deserved it, Henry – bigoted judges or no.”
I expect him to look saddened like he did downstairs; instead he just sighs deeply.
“You know, when they called Dr. Shonka’s name I was disappointed… but it doesn’t matter to me.”
I raised a tentative eyebrow, “Really?”
This time he smiles softly, “Really. The moment you put your hand on my thigh and I looked over at you… I realized I had something so much better than anything in that entire room.”
“Oh? What was that?”
He grinned a little, “You.”
I feel my face redden a little at the compliment and look away for a moment; I close my eyes as he caresses my face before returning my gaze to him. I love him so much…
“I love you, Zora. And having you here, just being with you… you mean more to me than any award ever could.”
He kisses me gently and I nestle against him; there’s nothing on earth that could make me more content at this very moment.
With a deep sigh I notice the time on the clock.
“It’s still early in the evening… did you want to go back down?”
He shakes his head and then looks at me with a hint of mischievousness.
“I’ve got a better idea – everything is on the conference’s budget, how about we raid the mini-fridge and order some pay-per-view?”
Giggling, I sit up with him.
“I’ve got a better idea – how about we raid the mini-fridge, call room service and get something along the lines of whip cream up here and make our own entertainment?”
We both laugh, but we know it’s no joke; in moments I’m plundering the tiny refrigerator’s contents and he’s on the phone to room service inquiring about a can of Reddi-Whip. All in all it’s been a good night… and it’s only going to get better.
Hmm, maybe Wisconsin isn’t so bad after all.