Doctors Orders

Title: Doctors Orders

Author: Kitty Devoire

Summary: Hank McCoy is always there when someone needs him...no matter how outlandish their needs may be...One shot!

Rating: NC-17

Pairings: Hank/Suprise

Feedback: Most heartily welcomed, good or bad. - really, I can only get better with your comments!

Author Notes: For Bink - and a review from you would be most appreciated ma'am. And yes, I know this is totally not what I usually write but well...give it a go

Warnings: - Spanking, mild BDSM

Disclaimer: I don’t own any of these characters, they belong to marvel and I do not profit from this...unfortunatly

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"Are you busy?" He looked up from the computer screen at that question. It wasn't just *that* question which caught his attention of course, it was *that* question, in *that* voice, in *that* tone. She stood just to the right of him, looking down at him with a raised eyebrow, not demanding - never that - nor condesending, just simply...waiting. Hank clicked save on the computer and turned to face her, thankful that his chair was comfortable, he hated having to move once he was already comfotable. He looked up at her, today she was in a simple white shirt, black skirt and black heels, her hair - that gloriously thick stunningly beautiful heaven scented hair - caught up in a tight bun, unashamedly he let his gaze linger a little longer on her top button...undone...she wasn't like the other women here, who had their third and sometimes fourth buttons undone, brazenly inviting gazes to their soft bosoms, she was buttoned up usually all the way, tight, almost as if she was holding herself in. But today...that top button kept drawing his gaze down, she *must* know what it was doing to him? How much he wanted to lick that exposed piece of skin, how he wanted to tear away the rest of those buttons to expose miles of perfect, flawless, *human* like supple skin...

"Are you ready?" He asked in the same tone she had used, serious, calm, taking off his glasses, folding them and placing them delicately in his top pocket, knowing she was watching every move. Suprised when she reached out, taking his glasses from his pocket and putting them back on his nose, her fingers delicate and light, barely touching him...he could see the stiffness of her nipples through her shirt. She stood back a little, tilting her head to one side as she contemplated him,

"Yes" Almost a whisper, barely a parting of those succulent lips, little more than an exhalation but he can tell by the slight widening of her eyes, the sudden hunger there that she wants it so bad she's aching,

"Then address me as we discussed and prepare yourself" He said sternly, re-adjusting the glasses - suprised when she shivers a little as he does so,

"Yes, Dr McCoy" She needs this. He'll never understand it but she does. She said so...after he'd forced her to discuss it with him, after he'd stopped whatever *this* was for a few weeks and she'd all but fallen to her knees before him. She'd said that she needed him and *this* and all of a sudden he'd half understood why. She was always there. Always so strong for the other X-men, she needed someone she could go to and be taken care of, she needed somewhere she could go where she could drop the facade and have someone look after *her* for a change. Why him? Hank would never, ever understand that -
she was looking at him expectantly and Hank removed his hands from where they'd come to rest on his lap. She hitched up her skirt, parting those legs to slide easily onto one of his broad thighs, one of his hands on her hip keeping her steady as she looked up at him with pleading eyes. Hank nodded a little, watching her face as the fingers of his free hand trailed down her throat, the soft short furs on the tips of his fingers drawing a breathless moan from her as she swayed into the touch, he could feel the muscles of her thighs working around him, clenching slightly to keep her balance. He trailed down, over the top of her crisp white shirt, squeezing one ripe breast through the fabric, feeling the heat she radiated as he pressed his fingers against the firm muscles of her stomach before slipping over the ruckle of her skirt, stroking soft little circles on her inner thigh, feeling her spread her legs wider, her weight settling more comfortably against him,

"Are you sure?" A ritual question, he'd yet to hear a negative answer. The ghost of a smile flickered across her face and she leaned forward, just a little, her hands coming to rest on his biceps,

"Yes, Dr McCoy" She whispered softly, lust clouded eyes half lidded as she looked at him - at *him* not the blue furred monster but *Him*. His fingers slid up, roughly thrusting into her tight, wet folds, searching until - a gasp, a mere hitch of her breath - he found the soft little nub of nerves, massaging it gently in tight circles, hearing that hitch of her breath even out into a soft panting, her hips flickering forward as his fingers touched upon a particularly sensative area. He smiled as she pitched forward, her head resting on his shoulder, her breath - almost as warm as where his fingers were gently playing - ghosted across his neck, "please...please..." Voice so soft that it was barely even a plea but he gave in anyway, letting his fingers slide just a little lower, sliding right into her. She stiffened at the touch before her entire body went limp with a harsh groan, the only tension he could feel from her was in her hips, her backside taunt as she ground harder into him, forcing his fingers deeper and following the gentle rhythm he was setting inside of her, "Henry" Another not quite word against the side of his neck and he felt her inner muscles tighten around him, she didn't come but she did get wetter, the deliciously musky scent of her juices flowing slowly down his fingers. She sat back a little, looking at him through half lidded eyes, full lips parted slightly as she panted softly, letting her head fall back and moaning throatily as he licked the pale skin exposed to him - she tasted like nothing he could catagorize...the chemicals of her perfume, traces of chocolate and vanilla and cherries...and...something...that was uniquely *female*, uniquely *her* - she pulled away, lifting herself from his lap to stand on shaky legs. He watched, lifting his fingers to his mouth to taste her, watching her watch him lick his own fingers clean as she lifted her hands to delicately take out the pins in her hair, unravelling the soft waterfall of her hair before kneeling between his knees, "may I, Dr McCoy?" She asked, her hands stroking his inner thighs, coming to rest on the bulge in the centre of his pants. Hanks breathing deepened, feeling the heat of her delicate little hands burning through the fabric of his pants,

"Yes, you may, my dear" He said, barely recognising his voice. His hands tightened unconsiously on the arms of his chair as she slowly unzipped his pants, pulling out his cock, biting her lower lip in concentration as she stroked it - firm, self assured strokes, a practiced hand when it came to *him*. Hank bit away a groan but it echoed through his chest as a low growl, he *didn't* want to close his eyes in bliss, *didn't* want to let his head lol back against the chair because this wasn't about him, it was about *her* but oh GOD if she kept doing that...he looked down, stroking shaky fingers through her hair encouragingly as she swallowed around him, the muscles of her throat doing overtime around his cock - the arms of the chair started to buckle beneath his free hand as she moved up and down his length, sending rough shocks of pleasure through his frame before she drew slowly, so painstakingly slowly, up and off his shaft, smiling up at him and Hanks breath caught at how stunningly beautiful she was. That tender little smile shifted with the glitter in her eyes, becoming positively wicked as she lowered her head once more, nuzzling his cock with the soft down of her cheek before moving to one side and firmly, deliberately biting his inner thigh, "fuck!" Hank jerked at the sharp pain, grabbing the back of her neck, ignoring the soft silk of her hair against his hand, and wrenched her away - unsuprised when the material tore in her teeth. She looked up at him, a mischevious smile curling her lips as she pushed back into his grip on her neck. He wrenched her up and she tumbled over his lap, giving him an idea straight away - his hand crashed down on her backside and she yelped in suprise,

"Oh Dr McCoy!" She looked over her shoulder at him, eyes beautifully wide and mouth still curved just a little in that impish smile. Hank raised an eyebrow, teasing up the soft material of her skirt with one hand and simply fascinated when she writhed against him, letting her head hang down, exposing an inordinate amount of neck which he gently massaged - wincing a little at the sight of the bruises he'd accidently left...then she shifted a little and brushed against the fresh bite mark on his thigh and suddenly he felt a little less guilty,

"Goodness, my dear, no underwear? How daring" He breathed, running the velvetine fur of his hand over the pert, soft globes of her backside before smacking it, lighter than before and the blow cushioned by the pelage on the palm of his hand and fingers. She moaned softly, curving her head lower to press her mouth to his thigh, biting a little gentler at the neck spank,

"Dr McCoy, pleeease" She groaned lowly, grinding against him as much as the position would allow. Breathing deeply as she was lifted - as if she weighed nothing - she was sat back against him, her back almost flat against the hard muscle of his chest, feeling the hard length of his cock nudging insistantly at her ass as his hands - so powerful, so gentle - parted her thighs, lifting her with an arm around her waist, one hand sliding up and under her shirt, cupping a firm round breast, squeezing as he lowered her slowly onto his hard shaft, piercing her easily thanks to her wetness. Her spine arched, her mouth opened and the Doctor drank up the breathless little moans she was making as her inner muscles readjusted, relaxed as she became re-accustomed to him, tightened as he started to move, little teasing thrusts that promised so much more,

"Easy now" Hank breathed softly, his free hand coming to rest on her hip, guiding her movements as her hips flickered out of time. She moaned throatily, her hand covering the one on her breast, encouraging him to tweak her nipples roughly before she let her hand drop between her legs, massaging her clit as he fucked her with hard, deliberate thrusts, his glasses fogging as he looked down into the tight hot space between them where he could see his cock disappearing into her beneath the soft swell of her slightly red ass,

"Oh God, D-Dr McCoy! Please! Yes! Ah fuck- ow!" She yelped as he delivered a sharp smack to one of her ass cheeks - a groan torn from him as her inner muscles fluttered around him,

"Language" He panted as sternly as he could manage under the circumstances, feeling a familiar coil tightening in the pit of his belly,

"Dr Mmmm YES! HANK!" She stiffened suddenly, pitching forward and tightening around him almost painfully and he all but roared her name,

"JEAN!" He flooded her tight passage with seed that would never threaten pregnancy, feeling her inner walls shivering around him. Jean Grey panted in his arms as he lifted her back, his softening cock slipping free from her at the subtle shift and twist of her hips. He closed his eyes lazily, his face buried in the rich flame red of her hair, inhaling her scent and taking comfort in the fact that - while he didn't know *why* him and not someone more handsome - she was his as long as she needed him to be there for her. Hank McCoy was always there for people when they needed him...no matter how out landish their needs...

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A/N: - Reviews would be more than glorious. Good or bad.