NC-17, Hank lovin'
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Sequel to Hank's Tale in First Times and Fantasies Two (which can be found
in the Co-Authored fic section of Dolphin Haven, http://www.dreamwater.org/ddfh)
This one almost turned out uber-angsty! Luckily, for Hank and Charlene,
I came to my senses and did a rewrite making things better :) Angst-o-rama,
while it would vent some of my personal life frustrations, just didn't fit
the tone of this light and happy (usually) series. The themes in this
one were prompted by a couple of things. I have a friend who is part
Japanese and part Irish and just drop-dead gorgeous. If she'd wanted
to, she totally could've been a model. She's the kind of person you
see on the street and think she's got to be on TV or something, she's
just so darn good-looking! Well, the interesting thing about her is
that she *hates* her looks, and not in that false-modesty gosh, I'm
not attractive, am I? *eyelash double blink* - kind of way. She's
had a lot of bad experiences, and a lot of unwelcome male attention come
her way because of them, and she's often wished to be more 'average' looking.
I found it interesting that she had so many of the same negative feelings
that some of us average folks those who struggle with our bodies and appearance
(ahem, me) because we don't conform to the super-thin, super-tall, tiny-waisted-and-huge-boobed,
killer-babe ideal that she embodies - do. That shows up here in Charlene
:) This also reflects a bunny someone sent (I want to blame Tiffany,
but I'm not 100% sure it was her vicious killer demon- er, bunny) observing
that Hank's highly advanced intellect must be somewhat isolating; what
would it be like to have to constantly 'slow down' for other people?
For those few people who are really so ahead of the rest of us, it's got
to be like constantly trying to teach someone to tie their shoes. Lastly,
this reflects several conversations I've had with friends about why we do
things/react certain ways when there's no rational reason to do it
we usually think hey, we're reasonably intelligent, logical, educated
folks, so why do we do things that don't make sense? Eventually, the
concept of 'emotional sense' hit. No, there aren't rational reasons
for some things, but if you look at the person's emotional history, the things
they do tend to make a lot of emotional sense. For example if
my friend sits down to dinner and there's an argument, she gets so upset
that she has to leave, even if she's not participating in the argument and
even if it's not a 'mean' argument. It takes her back to when her parents
fought over the dinner table, and makes her feel like a scared and helpless
kid again. So, no matter how well she knows that she's in no physical
danger when two of her dining companions begin arguing the 2002 IRA minimum
distribution rule changes, her emotional reaction is just the same as it
was when she was younger. Leaving the table makes no logical sense,
but it makes emotional sense. Which isn't to say it doesn't need to
be dealt with the rational mind needs to get it's foot in the door
there, and if it can, she'll have much more pleasant dining experiences,
especially if she insists on eating with lawyers ;) Still, when you
look back on what you or someone else does, it can help to realize the emotional
motivation behind it. Hank and Charlene do a bit of this kind of thing
here. Finally yes, I can still write some damn long author's
up from the kitchen table as Bobby came through the door. He, Logan,
and Remy were all eagerly awaiting word from his encounter with the newest
guest at the mansion Hank's friend, Charlene. As they'd suggested
on the camping trip, Hank had invited her to visit the mansion, and she'd
accepted. They were all pulling for Hank, and eager to know more about
his prospective girlfriend.
Scott queried when Bobby failed to immediately burst into an explanation.
has landed," Bobby allowed, fidgeting.
spit it out, non? We can' take all dis suspense."
little different than I thought she'd be." Bobby pulled up a chair
next to Scott, reaching for one of the apples from the basket on the table.
He didn't eat it; he began playing with it. "She's she's seriously
good-looking. I mean Victoria's Secret good-looking. I mean Baywatch
good-looking. I thought Hank was just being nice when he described
her, you know? He said she was Charlene-like and that her eyes were
evenly spaced. That usually translates to she's a five, maybe
a six. This girl she's a ten, definitely. She's got long
curly hair, a body that doesn't quit, and a face that well, you get
my point. She's a babe, she really is."
grunted. "Ain't that a good thing?"
really," Bobby hedged. "I mean I love the Hankster. He
deserves a killer babe that's got mega brain power. But it makes me
think she's really not that there's really not a chance for Hank to
get some lovin' here. This girl could have anybody. Heck, I'd
date her in a second. I just think if she's been a little more
you know, average, that Hank would have a better chance. I I
hope we haven't encouraged him into doing this only to get himself rejected,"
Bobby finished, finally taking a bite of the apple. Remy gently nodded
agreement, and Scott slumped back in his chair with a frown, but Logan leaned
forward, across the table, eyebrow raised.
are a buncha morons, you know that?"
Scott put in. "We're being realistic, Logan. We're not we're
not saying Charlene might not like him, but more physically attractive people
have more options, that's just how it is. We'd all like to think that
looks don't matter, that we're not all that shallow, but the honest truth
is that looks make a difference."
do," Logan allowed, "but this girl's supposedta be smart, right? Then
she should be smart enough to know that looks well, they're the first
thing to go, and they ain't somethin' to pick someone on. Sure, you
gotta like how they look, at least a little, but both her and Hank are smart
enough to know that you gotta pick someone that's got a lot more goin' for
'em than lookin' good."
be tellin' us dat you pick Rogue even if she not be so beautiful, hmm?"
Cajun," Logan warned. "You ain't supposedta be noticin' how she looks."
miss, mon ami."
keep your slimy little French eyes to yourself, huh?"
their argument. "You didn't answer the question."
his head a little, and took a long swig of his beer. "Before her, I
went after blondes, and the occasional red-head. Brunettes well,
they never usedta do it for me. I liked my women with long legs, little
feet, and a submissive streak." Scott made the frown associated with
being on the receiving end of TMI. "But then I met Rogue. Started
thinkin' to myself you know, brown hair, it's pretty nice, especially
with a long white streak in it. Found myself wonderin' why I never
went for big breasts before. Started thinkin' I'd been missin' out,
that maybe, all put together in the right package, what Rogue had were all
the best qualities you could ask for. What I'm sayin' here is
you meet the right person, and all those little things you usedta prefer
you find out they ain't what really does it for ya. Havin' the right
person is the most important thing." He snorted and sat back a little.
"Shit, I bet she wasn't sittin' in her room in Mississippi, dreamin' 'bout
some ugly mother fucker who fought for money and who smelled like beer and
cigars and sweat and who had six more metal claws than lifetime memories.
But I was the right person for her, and she was the right one for me, so
there ya have it."
made her the right person?" Logan glared at him, but Bobby persisted.
"I'm serious I really want to know."
Logan you can tell us," Scott encouraged. "I'll tell you all
what I love about Kitty."
homme. Jus' one t'ing."
but then seemed to have hit on something. "I've never, not once, scented
fear on her around me. Smelled it on all of you, and damn near everyone
else I've ever met you've all been afraida me one time or another.
Not her. Not even when she saw the claws come out on the first damn
day she met me. Didn't scare her, not one bit. Hell, she hitched
a ride with me. That right there told me she was different, and somethin'
to hang on to."
sweet, you big old softie," Bobby teased, earning a claw-finger from Logan.
right, you know," Scott mused. "I never liked younger women before
Kitty. I always wanted to be with someone older, more experienced,
someone who could teach me things, someone that would be proof of my own
maturity, someone who was sexually "
Logan interrupted, getting up from his chair. "Jesus, I don't wanna
know that shit, Cyke. I'm outta here."
men watched Logan go, each nursing his own thoughts. Finally, Remy
broke the silence. "Bonne chance, Hank."
morning, the usual mansion suspects made their way down for breakfast.
Noticeably absent from their gathering was one Dr. Henry McCoy. This
was the subject of much speculation by the other breakfast-goers.
beast get lucky," Remy speculated. "Charlene's car it still be
started. "Maybe they stayed up all night talking you know, having
one of those 'soulmate' talks.."
They probably got all wrapped up in discussing some scientific thingamagig
or doing some experiment," Bobby speculated. "That would be just like
damn guy be," Logan pronounced. "Whatever he's doin', it ain't none
of our business. 'Sides we'll find out soon enough. They
gotta come outta that lab sometime."
cue, a bleary-eyed Hank stumbled upstairs and into the kitchen. All
of the other occupants stared at him, and he found it a bit unnerving.
"Is everything all right up here?"
Logan answered with a grunt. "We're all havin' breakfast and mindin'
our own damn business, right?"
his head a bit more, and headed for the fridge. "Say, do we still have
any of that kiwi yogurt? I find myself having quite a taste for it this
Charlene? Does she want yogurt too? Did you two work up an appetite
last night?" Bobby inquired, earning himself an elbow to the ribs from
requested a bagel, which I have already located," Hank replied nonchalantly.
"I cannot locate the yogurt, at least not the kiwi variety. There appears
to only be strawberry or blackberry remaining. Oh, stars," Hank sighed,
emerging from the fridge with a cinnamon-raisin bagel and a container of the
blackberry yogurt in hand, "I really did have my heart or rather, my
stomach set on kiwi."
blurted out, "I can't take it anymore! What's going on with Charlene?"
Rogue chided, as she moved to get something out of the cupboards.
on! You're all dying to know! Spill it, Hank!"
temporized, "She is joining me for breakfast. In the lab. Not
up here." Exposing her to his teammates most definitely did *not* seem
like a good idea; they were way too interested in poking and prodding and
interrogating her, Hank could tell. That's why he'd asked her to wait
in the lab as he retrieved her breakfast. His judgment had been more
than amply confirmed by his friends' behavior so far.
to me, sugar." Somehow, Rogue managed to issue the words as both a soothing
coo and a threat. "Why don't you use this tray to take it down to her,
hmm? There's some napkins and utensils, and some cups for coffee.
Did you make some downstairs or would you like me to pour you some?"
some downstairs," Hank sighed, filled with gratitude, both at her assistance
and her thoughtfulness.
go have your breakfast," she ordered, shooing him towards the lab. Hank
gave her one last over-the-shoulder, fang-filled smile before heading down.
Bobby protested. "Now we don't know what happened last night."
Hank's friend and his business. How would you like it if someone stuck
their nose in at a delicate juncture in your love life?"
have a love life," he replied reflexively.
wonder why that is," Logan sneered, as he returned to his bacon, sausage,
and ham breakfast.
the stairs with breakfast in hand, more than a bit uncertain. Charlene
seemed to have been sending off some signals that she may be romantically
interested in him her simple, easy assent to spending the night when
they'd found themselves still talking at 2 am was chief among them, along
with her seeming total lack of aversion to sleeping in the same bed as him
when they finally both ran out of steam. They'd both been fully clothed,
of course, and absolutely no hanky-panky of any kind had occurred, but Hank
found himself looking back on it with more than a little longing. He'd
been especially curious as to whether sleeping with another person was as
pleasant as he'd imagined it to be, and this experience had exceeded his
expectations. Of course, the fact that Charlene had awoken and left
the bed before he'd gotten up was a bit disconcerting when he found
her, she was checking her e-mail on his computer and seemed pleasant enough,
but Hank wondered if he'd done anything during the night to put her off,
or if perhaps he simply appeared less attractive to her in the morning light.
He sighed. He hoped he hadn't done anything as embarrassing as smooshing
her during sleep or grabbing her in an inappropriate spot.
back," she greeted.
And I come bearing breakfast." Hank set the tray down on his desk,
and, after retrieving a carafe of coffee, he pulled up a chair to join her.
"Would you like cream, or sugar?"
is fine by me." She smiled, and Hank smiled back. He willed himself
not to feel awkward. "Did you sleep well?"
very well. Very soundly. I I hope that I did not take up
more than my fair share of the bed space and covers." That was the
most tactful way he could think of to open the topic of any possible nocturnal
wrongdoing on his part.
Charlene reassured, sipping at her coffee. "I woke up with one leg thrown
over you I'm glad my sprawling didn't bother your sleep."
the least. You are quite an amenable bedmate." Hank caught himself
a bit at that it had come out well, if not flirty, at least definitively
forward. "Ah, I mean to say "
Charlene smiled. "It was nice. I don't think I've slept in the
same bed as someone else since I was little. You generate a lot of
body heat. It's nice."
"I am glad,"
Hank managed. "And I am glad you stayed over. I very much enjoyed
your company, both while conscious and while asleep."
As he had
hoped, Charlene laughed a little. "I'm glad you invited me, Hank.
Your lab is amazing, and I've really enjoyed being able to take a peek around.
But I'm glad we got the chance to talk a little and get to know each other
better too. I don't I'm not really good at that kind of thing."
Hank countered. "You are quite friendly and social."
Charlene averred. "I get nervous, around people. I I'm
not a good 'mixer' or anything like that and when I have to to do something
social, not work-related, it makes me really uneasy. I mean, I feel
really confident in my intelligence, and my scientific abilities, you know?
I don't mean to sound egotistical, but I know that I'm smart and I know that
I'm good at what I do."
no reason to hide that particular light under a bushel. You are certainly
one of the most intelligent people I have ever met."
But the social thing it's hard for me."
it look easy," Hank said, leaning toward her a bit. "You were very open
and welcoming to me, a total stranger, when we met at the conference."
tell the truth," she fidgeted, "I'd been watching you a little. I
I'd heard about your work and read some of your papers, and I was interested
in talking with you. You always come across as so so bright,
but also kind of common-sensical, you know? And very patient
your articles for lay people are very patient and well-done. Anyway,
at the conference, I noticed that you were you were really nice and
unfailingly polite to people there, even the ones who were rude to you.
You seemed safe to approach."
repeated. "Interesting choice of words for someone with fangs and claws."
He was partly teasing, and that tone came through, but he was also earnestly
sighed and put down her coffee. Hank guessed that something serious
was about to emerge in the conversation, and he listened intently.
"Safe it's a big thing with me. I I had the standard bad
childhood, you know? I didn't grow up feeling safe, and it's something
I've looked for, almost obsessively, all of my adult life. I've only
ever felt that kind of peace, that kind of ease that I'm looking for around
a few people certainly never around any man, not before I met you at
the conference. I just I just don't trust them." Her eyes
flitted up to his, and, apparently seeing what she'd sought there, she continued.
"I know what I look like, you know. I'm not I like to ignore
it, but I'm not oblivious. I know that people people make certain
assumptions about me based on my appearance. They act aggressively
toward me sometimes, men do, because they assume I'm accustomed to being
approached. I guess I am, but I still don't like it when when
someone corners me on the street to ask me out or when someone gives me that
look that look like I'm on the menu or something. It makes me
really nervous and you're well, you're probably the only straight guy
I've ever met that *didn't* have that reaction to my appearance." When
Hank only looked back at her, dumbfounded, she averted her eyes and stammered,
"You know, I just sounded like an egomaniac there, didn't I? Part egomaniac
and part whiny thirtysomething. Can we can I just take that last
bit back? Maybe we can go back to talking about anti-biotics and microbial
resistance or "
not." Hank tried to smile reassuringly as he finally found his voice
again. "My apologies for for the lack of response, but I was
thinking. I was thinking that a lot of what you said hit a chord with
me. I have often felt a prisoner of my own appearance, albeit for very
different reasons than you have experienced. I sympathize completely
with being the object of undesired attention. I too, find myself seeking
'safe' people people who are demonstratively nice to mutants, to those
who are different in social situations. Charlene, you have articulated
so well many of my own feelings I apologize, I was a bit stricken by
it. I do not think you egotistical or the least bit whiny." That
got him a warm smile. "I am glad you have shared these thoughts with
me. It makes me feelconsiderably less alone to know that you struggle
with similar issues, although I certainly would relieve you of those concerns
if I could. I find it sad that you do not enjoy your appearance, the
look of your own body. I find it very sad and I know the feeling
ever look in the mirror and think God, I wish I looked completely different?"
seemed ready to say something more, but then she caught herself a bit.
"Not not that you should think that. Not that there's a single
thing wrong with how you look."
Hank gave her a nervous smile.
continued softly, leaning forward and taking his hand in hers for good measure.
"I said that because I can understand how someone so different-looking would
want to look average. That's that's kind of how I feel.
I like how you look, you know. You're you're quite handsome."
very kind of you to say."
it," she whispered, tightening her hold on his hand. "Maybe I see people
a little differently, but when I look at someone, I like being able to really
look at them, you know? To be able to look in their eyes without getting
nervous or afraid or feeling uncomfortable. I can do that with you.
I like to look at someone who looks back at me like I'm *there*, you know?
Someone who's listening to the words coming out of my mouth and looking at
me to see how I feel, or think. I hate talking to someone who's looking
at my chest or something the whole time. You look at me like I'm really
a person, not some kind of pretty *thing*. I never get the impression
that you're talking to me but secretly wondering how quickly you can get
something out of me or take what you want from me. I like looking back
at someone like that, I like it a lot."
a bit. "What happened in your past, what made you nervous around men,
it was very bad, wasn't it?" Charlene gave a teary nod, but she didn't
let go of Hank's hand. "I am so very sorry that you have had to go
through that." She was surprised by that, he could tell. "Charlene?"
I just I just no one's ever said they're sorry for for
things before. That really moved me. It caught me off guard.
right," Hank soothed, rubbing at the back of her hand with his thumb, gently.
"I am glad you confided in me a bit. Please know that I I shall
not push, but if you ever wish to discuss anything with me, I am here for
Charlene wobbled out. She gave his hand one last firm squeeze, then
let out a happy sigh, and went back to her breakfast, indicating the close
of serious conversation. Hank smiled too, and found himself flooded
with warm and protective feelings toward her. Whether or not Charlene
harbored romantic feelings for him, he was definitely beginning to develop
some for her.
Charlene soon fell into a pattern of spending weekends together at the mansion,
at his lab. She was polite to the other residents, but usually made
a b-line for Hank's domain as soon as she got there. It was on one wintry
Saturday, the eighth she'd spent at the mansion, that Rogue finally managed
to corral Charlene alone for a bit in the kitchen Hank was running late,
thanks to the bad roads, and Marie thought it a perfect opportunity to both
get to know Hank's friend a bit better, and to fend off the other, still
quite curious and altogether less tactful, mansion gossips.
I'm Rogue. I think we met a few weeks ago."
You opened the door when I rang. Nice nice to see you again."
Marie took notice of Charlene's tense body language and fidgeting.
The fact that she'd sequestered herself with Hank each weekend had already
told Marie Charlene was likely a bit introverted, but seeing her now ratcheted
up that estimation a few notches.
"I was just
about to make myself some hot cocoa want some? I'm from Mississippi,
you know, and anything below freezing feels like arctic to me."
thanks. I'll just wait for Hank."
her a gentle smile and nod, then began milling about to make the cocoa.
"Hank's a good friend."
smart, too he constantly amazes the Professor, and he's one of the
smartest people going."
you're spending some time with him. I worry sometimes that he spends
too much time alone, working in that lab."
and changed tactics. "You know, he's been a lot happier since you started
coming over. I can tell that he really enjoys your company."
He kind of lights up around you. You two must've really clicked.
I think sometimes that Hank, he needs someone really smart to talk to, someone
on his level brain-wise. Oh, he's never one to flaunt his intelligence
or get all stuffy and intellectual, but I can tell that sometimes he wants
to be with someone he can go full speed ahead with, not a bunch of
people he has to take baby steps with just to explain something so they'll
what you mean," Charlene said, finally appearing to relax a bit. "I
feel that way too." Rogue smiled and nodded, but Charlene jumped and
covered her mouth with her hand. "Not not that I think I'm as
smart as Hank, oh no, I "
he says, you are, sugar. Nothing to be worried about there. Heck,
I wish I was as smart as you guys, but I'm not. Everyone gets different
things smart just isn't mine."
I didn't mean to be rude."
Marie said good-naturedly as she put two cups down on the table. "I
know some of the inhabitants around here well, we're a strange bunch,
and I don't mean because of the mutations. But don't let the weird
ones scare you off or make you feel like you have to walk on eggshells all
the time. If Hank likes you, you're definitely in friendly company
Charlene smiled. "I when I'm here, I talk with Hank, you know,
about things, and we're pretty honest with one another, pretty up-front.
I guess I just tend to slip into that mode as soon as I walk in the door."
he brings that out in people he's such an honest guy himself, you know?"
Charlene nodded, and Marie broke from her cocoa preparations, encouraged.
"Plus, he's got a big heart. That's always a good combination."
That brought another nod. Marie smiled.
Marie's progress was interrupted when Logan chose that moment to see what
was taking her so long with the cocoa. He got very grumpy when Marie-deprived
for any length of time. When he stomped into the kitchen, his eyes
caught and held Charlene's, just for a brief moment, but it was enough.
"You know what?" Charlene ventured. "I I think I'll just wait
in the lab. Thanks." She skittered downstairs quickly, giving
Logan a wide berth.
I think you scared her off. We were just beginning to have a nice talk."
Logan apologized. "I tried to look friendly." Marie gave him
a soft smile. "Missed ya. And I want some cocoa."
a big softie," Marie teased.
made it to the lab without incident, settling herself into the big chair behind
Hank's desk to wait for him. After about twenty minutes, she stole a
blanket from his bed to wrap herself up in while she waited the mansion
was getting cold, but everything in the lab was still on, so she thought perhaps
there had been some problem with the furnace. She certainly wasn't heading
upstairs to find out. That guy in the kitchen when she'd told
Hank that sometimes people look at her like she's on the menu, she'd never
meant it literally, but that guy definitely made her feel like a tiny bunny
rabbit staring down a big, hungry wolf. Reflecting on it in the safety
of the lab, she realized that he was the Wolverine, the one Hank spoke of
as having an animal side. He'd cautioned her not to feel frightened
if the man had a rough demeanor; Hank had assured her that he was not a threat
passed another few moments thinking about him, and about Rogue, before turning
her thoughts to something more comforting Hank. She hoped he
would be home soon and decided to close her eyes for just a moment, to get
some rest in anticipation of the excitement his arrival would bring.
home over three hours late. The early season blizzard currently socking
the east coast with snow was intensifying, and there had been several accidents
along the way home, two of which he stopped at to render aid until the arrival
of the paramedics. He was cranky, tired, and disheveled, but his spirits
lifted dramatically when he saw a curled-up Charlene waiting for him in the
to wake her, he gently hefted her up and placed her in his bed. They'd
taken to sleeping together there each weekend night during her visits.
Nothing more that sleep and a few caresses coupled with gentle kisses had
occurred on those nights, but Hank heartily looked forward to curling himself
around her, and sharing her space. She stirred a bit as he settled
in beside her.
You can go back to sleep if you wish."
around so that she faced him, and blinked open her eyes. "Did you have
a long drive home?"
I stopped at two accident sites. There were injuries, and I felt compelled
to assist the victims. But I apologize for keeping you waiting for
so long," Hank finished, stroking her hair gently.
you made it home safe," she sighed, hugging herself to him.
"I am glad
you made it here before the snows. With any luck at all, this storm
may keep you here an extra day or two," he teased.
agreed. "I wouldn't mind that one bit." Hank felt her warm lips
on his neck, laying moist kisses there. He wound his arms around her,
and lolled his head back, to better enjoy her attentions.
amazing," he purred, settling a hand at the small of her back and using his
thumb to massage her in just the right spot. At length, she propped
herself up on one elbow and looked down into his eyes. Leaning forward
slowly until her lips met his, she began kissing him quite passionately.
Hank returned her ardor, adding moans and sighs along the way as he lost
himself in the sheer sensuality of it. Both of his legs became entwined
with hers, and her hands were soon tugging at his hair, just hard enough
to make his body respond.
gotten an erection while in close proximity to Charlene before in fact,
it had happened several times. He tried not to be embarrassed by it,
or by the subsequent need to excuse himself to the bathroom to relieve it,
and Charlene seemed generally flattered and only occasionally nervous or
unsteady when it happened. But now, as she shifted her body atop his,
and felt the evidence of his excitement, she stopped kissing him a little
do you want to to " She cut herself off and bit her lower
lip in contemplation. Hank watched as she seemed to come to a decision,
then hoisted her sweater over her head. She was wearing a white sheer
bra underneath, one through which her nipples were clearly visible.
Hank was transfixed by her, and only finally realized he was staring when
she smiled at him with glimmering eyes. "I thought maybe we could,
you know, go a little further."
readily agreed, running his hands up her sides and over her stomach before
anchoring them on her breasts for a gentle squeeze. He watched with
satisfaction as her back arched a little at that, and her head dipped back.
He slowly moved to reverse their positions he lay Charlene down on
her back, on the bed, and leaned over her, careful not to rest his weight
on top of her. Leisurely, he explored her body, running his fingers
and palms over every inch of it that she had exposed. When she seemed
ready, he slid a finger under her bra strap and gave it a little tug.
nodded, and arched up to allow Hank access to her bra clasp. After a few tries
and an embarrassed smile that Charlene found especially cute, he got it undone.
Touching her reverently, he resumed caressing her breasts, but soon leaned
his head down, seeking permission to taste as well as touch her. Feeling
her fingers tangle in his hair and draw him nearer, he flicked his tongue
out, brushing it once over her nipple.
a moan that went directly to Hank's groin, so he did it again, then latched
on to her, lapping and sucking at her in earnest. Hank lost track of
time here a bit it wasn't until he felt her hands squirming between
their bodies to undo and push down her pants that he realized he must've
spent quite a long time tasting her. The wiggling motion of her body
and the scent of her arousal made him eager to taste her in other places
as well. He tore his mouth away from her breasts, and looked into her
like very much to pleasure you orally." Hank realized how silly it sounded
as soon as it was out, but Charlene was only looking at him with soft eyes.
that." She finished squirming out of her pants, and opened her legs
a little. Hank kissed her stomach as he worked his way down.
When he reached the juncture between her legs, he paused.
never really done this before. Please tell me what you enjoy."
For a moment, he thought she was on the verge of tears, but when she reached
down to stroke his cheek, he realized it was because she was moved; it was
emotional for her. He captured her hand, kissing the palm, then set
about his task.
heard this particular act described in a variety of ways, but as soon as
his questing tongue met her flesh, he immediately thought that the analogy
of licking at a honey pot was most apt. She was warm, tangy, and salty
there, and the taste was addictive. Her legs fell open wider as he
delved more deeply inside her with his tongue, and he found himself cupping
and supporting her buttocks when she began to writhe beneath him. He
switched the focus of his attentions to the tiny nub of flesh just above
her entrance, and was rewarded with throaty moans and even more writhing.
Encouraged, he pleasured her faster and more firmly, keeping his pace up
until he heard her cry out and felt her buck, hard, into his face.
A rush of wetness followed, and he was halfway toward lapping her clean before
he realized that they may need that lubrication if she desired other activities.
Reluctantly, he pulled himself away and sat up a bit to look at her.
thing he noticed was that she was naked. Oh, of course, he knew that,
but the sight of her naked was so novel, and so wonderful, that his brain
brought it front and center each time. The next thing he noticed was
that her skin was flushed all over. That made his erection become
almost painful. She turned her head to meet his eyes, and he saw plain
wonder and satisfaction there. For his first time, he thought, he did
she sighed, beckoning him to come to her. He complied, and hesitated
only a moment before sharing her taste with her in a deep kiss. "So
good," she murmured, after leaving him breathless from the kiss. "Do
you would you like me to do that for you?"
Hank's hormones were leaping up and down at that, but he answered, "What
would you like to do?"
answered with gentle but deft fingers, fingers that divested Hank of his clothing
and then lingered at the heaviness below his waist, stroking him with exquisite
tenderness. It was his turn to slump back to the bed, and be pleasured.
continued stroking him, gluing herself to his side and licking at his ears
and nipples while she murmured words of admiration of his body. Hank
let himself get lost in her words and touches, and it wasn't long at all
before he found release. With a cry verging on a roar, he emptied himself
as she gave him a few, final, firm strokes, and then he quickly sought her
eyes, to make sure she was all right with this.
a bit unsteady, but he gathered her in an embrace, nuzzling her cheek and
neck, and he felt all the tension bleed from her body. He loved that
he could do that for her, maybe best of all. "That was truly amazing,
"I can do
you orally next time, OK?"
like," Hank murmured. "I am ecstatic that there shall be a next time."
Charlene sighed. "Hank have you ever, you know, been with a woman?
You mentioned you never did, um, some things before, but are you still a
He squeezed her and kissed her temple. "I think maybe I'd like to change
that, for both of us. Tonight. If if you want to too."
again felt his body respond and, pressed tightly to her as he was, he knew
she felt it too. But he still felt he needed to tell her a few things.
"I would very much like that. If you want to. I understand that
the first time it can be painful, and I am somewhat large. I
shall be as careful as possible, but I fear that it shall it may not
be pleasant for you in any case. If you would like me to stop at any
time, simply say so, and I shall." Charlene favored him with a solemn
nod, then rolled to her back. "Would it be easier for you to be on
top?" Hank queried, remembering his bulk.
for you to be. I don't think you'll be too heavy."
know if you change your mind," Hank whispered. He rolled atop her and
positioned himself at her entrance. Parting her legs a bit further,
he began easing himself inside her.
agonizingly slowly, gauging her comfort at each minute step. When he
was all the way in, he felt already as though he could hold out no longer;
it felt better than anything he'd ever imagined. He let out a grunt
with his first thrust, trying to keep the sensations her heat and wetness
were producing at bay. After about a dozen strokes, he felt her body
give way a bit, accommodating him at last. He checked Charlene's expression
and found her lips pressed together tightly. He had been right
she was in pain. "Stop?" he panted. She shook her head.
With one hand, he fished for hers and held it as he began thrusting inside
her again. He tried to tell her with his eyes what he could not make
his brain form into words. Soon, his body took over, drawing him inside
her more deeply and at a much quicker pace until he gave one long, deep,
final thrust, and spasmed, loosing himself inside her. It wasn't until
then, not until after he was completely spent and slumped on top of her,
that it occurred to him that they hadn't used birth control. He started,
and picked his head up to see her.
he began in a whisper, "we did not use contraception."
she whispered back, looking tired but still filled with warmth and affection.
"Can you ease out? I'm I'm a little sore."
Hank did as she asked, then held her to the bed with a soft hand upon her
stomach as he peered down between her legs to assess any damage. He
saw blood on the sheets, maybe a few tablespoons worth, but no tears in her
flesh as far as he could see. "How do you feel?"
she answered simply, making it impossible for Hank not to swoop down for a
passionate kiss. "I'm glad it was you for my first time."
"As am I."
She snuggled herself into his embrace, and he began massaging her hips, hoping
to ease her discomfort. "I shall remember a condom next time."
Charlene purred. "Or I could go on the pill. We should
we should decide together."
softly at that. "I take it that this means, my lady, that you wish
to be together intimately on a regular basis?"
Her skin flushed pink and she buried her head in his shoulder. "On
a very regular basis." Hank laughed again, then settled her into a
comfortable spot as she fell into sleep.
left - this time on a Tuesday, partly in deference to mother nature and partly
due to her newfound absorption in her lover - Hank sought out the one person
in the mansion he could trust to both keep a secret and offer good advice
of the type he was seeking - Logan. The Wolverine might not spring
to everyone's mind when considering a potential confidant, but Hank knew
him to be honest, loyal, and sharper than people generally gave him credit
for. He was also discreet, and experienced, which could not be said
of Hank's best friend, Bobby. Hank found him at the edge of the grounds
he was leaned back against a tree, sitting on the cold, snowy ground, smoking
a cigar. Rogue was a few feet away, well-bundled, and painting on a
canvas. Hank smiled he looked forward to seeing her interpretation
of the wintry scenery.
Logan hadn't taken his eyes from Rogue, and Hank chastised himself for not
remembering that Logan would smell him well before he saw him. He approached
Logan slowly, then sat down beneath one of the trees nearby.
It is a glorious, if cold, winter day."
Rogue wanted to get out and paint it, so it must be somethin' special.
You know how she don't like the cold."
Hank sat in silence for a few moments, trying to think of how to broach the
topic. Luckily, Logan came up with something.
go back home?"
I quite enjoyed her stay."
like it." Hank blushed, but it was well-hidden by his fur. "Was
it like ya thought it'd be?"
Hank admitted. "And it was it felt addictive. Not just
the physical sensations, although those were most wonderful, but also the
emotional comfort and intimacy the act brings. I feel closer to Charlene,
and more emotionally content, than I can ever remember being."
Think she could be the one?"
that is, in a way, what I would like some advice on. We have had one
splendid weekend, and I believe that our relationship has a solid foundation
of friendship, but but what does one do now? I mean to say
is this it? Not that this is bad, but is this where do we go
I do not wish to rush her. I feel that we both need to proceed at a
slow, even pace in this relationship, that we must caution against
" Hank was interrupted by a snort from Logan. "What?"
you think you're gonna have any say-so 'bout the pace of things?"
I tend to think that Charlene and I should collaborate and mutually set the
pace of the relationship, so that it is the optimal path for both of us."
think too much."
sometimes you can do all the thinkin' and plannin' you like but love has other
ideas. Didya plan on gettin' with her this weekend? Or havin'
her snowed in here 'til Tuesday?"
so. Hank, you're a smart guy what does that tell ya, hmm?
You think I planned on Rogue jumpin' in my trailer, hitchin' a ride with
me? You think I planned on her gettin' kidnapped by Magneto, on me
havin' to fight for her life a coupla days after I met her? Lifesavin'
ain't usually on the agenda for your second or third day ever knowin' somebody
that's sure as hell not how I'd normally operate. Hell, I've known
some people for years and I wouldn't cross the street to help 'em out.
But somethin' told me she was worth a lot to hang on to, so I put on the
leather and did what hadta be done to make that happen. Look, I dunno
much, I'll grant ya that. I don't have any big theories about how the
universe works, or to damn much understandin' of it. But I do know
that when it comes to love, things tend to work out exactly *not* as planned.
Which ain't to say that that's a bad thing. Just you sittin'
over here and ponderin' on the pace of things between you and her well,
it's kinda pointless. If you think she might be the right one, just
you know, care for her and protect her and everythin' else will take care
really think that will work?"
"Workin' pretty good for me so far."
help but smile at that Logan was right; he and Rogue were very happy
but he still had doubts. "We are very different people, though.
Your instincts guide many of your decisions, while my intellect tends to guide
mine. I often wish that I had some kind of short-cut around what can
be a laborious thought and decision-making process, but I do not. Making
those kind of big decisions without extensive planning and foresight seems
alien to me. I am not certain that the approach you have found successful
is suitable to my particular situation."
an either/or thing I use the brain too, ya know. Instincts
they gotta be tempered by your rational mind, but, Hank, everyone has 'em.
Some people are just better at, or more usedta, listenin' to 'em than other
people. Especially when you're talkin' 'bout love, 'bout emotions,
your rational mind don't have too much to contribute sometimes. You
gotta go with your gut."
and put a large, furry hand to his stomach, grounding Logan's advice with
a quite literal interpretation. "And if I do not know what my 'gut'
"Then ask yourself this if you were pickin' between two things and
you hadta flip a coin to decide 'em heads, this one; tails, that one
which one would you be rootin' for? Heads or tails? That's what
your gut says."
that for a moment, then turned to face Logan squarely. "Yes, I see
what you are saying. That is that is actually most helpful.
Logan brought a cigar out of his jacket pocket and turned his full attention
back to Rogue, signaling the end of the conversation. Hank stood, brushed
the snow off of his posterior, and headed inside.
himself following Logan's advice, and letting things unfold between himself
and Charlene at a natural, unplanned pace. All went well, very well,
for the next few weeks. However, as they reached the seven week anniversary
of their first time together (an event they celebrated on a weekly basis,
usually with more love-making), something truly unplanned asserted itself
in their relationship.
came to the mansion for her usual weekend visit. Last week, Hank had
asked her, in an unprecedented show of spontaneity, to move in with him.
She'd eagerly agreed, but wanted to wait until her apartment lease was up
at the end of the month. This weekend, and the next, were to be their
last two spent living under separate roofs.
Charlene lacked her usual light mood and happy disposition. Hank could
tell right away that something was bothering her. Fearing that she
was having second thoughts about moving in, he queried her, "Is everything
Not really. I think I think we need to talk." She solemnly
guided herself to Hank's desk chair and sat down slowly. All kinds
of alarms were going off in Hank's head did she want to break up?
Had he done something wrong? Was asking her to move in so soon a mistake?
"I have some well, it's not bad news, necessarily, just some
some surprising news."
replied, holding his breath and bracing for the worst.
there's no easy way to tell you this, but I'm I'm pregnant."
in shock for a moment, then exhaled a huge sigh. "Oh, thank goodness.
I thought for a moment something dire had happened or that you no longer wished
to date me or that you were reconsidering the move or ah, wait a moment.
Did you say pregnant?" Charlene nodded. "Oh dear."
happened that first time. We were careful every other time. I
mean I know it sounds so stupid of course you can get pregnant your
first time, everybody knows that. I feel really foolish here
we are, two smart, well-educated people and we we might as well be
in some teenage pregnancy after-school special. Oh, Hank, I'm so sorry
it turned out this way."
his chair over to hers, trying to regain some emotional equilibrium.
"Do not worry. I, of course, am surprised, but your initial assessment
was correct. This is not necessarily bad news. We are going to
have a child and, while I do not honestly feel ready to become a parent
and would not have planned a child at this time in my life, I cannot say
that there is any regret in my heart. If I were to have a child at
any time in my life, I would want to do so with you." He thought those
were the right words, judging by her watery smile, but he leaned forward
to kiss her cheek for good measure. "You know, a good friend of mine
once told me that one cannot plan a relationship. I know that we could
have taken measures to avoid unplanned pregnancy, so I do not attribute that
to karma or any such thing, but but I am not at all regretful that
these are the consequences of our actions."
smiled and took his hands in hers. "I kind of feel the same way
I'm really, really not feeling ready to be a mom, but it's going to happen,
and if I could pick anyone to have a child with, it would be you. I'm
glad you want to want to participate in having this child with me."
I do," Hank assured. "Everything will be all right. Now, we must
begin a course of vitamins, and give you a preliminary check-up. I
want you to have nothing but the best possible care, my dear."
to have you, Hank," Charlene beamed. "I really do think that
that everything might turn out OK." Hank returned her bright smile
and even brighter spirits. Logan had been right you couldn't
plan for some things. Yes, this was a surprise, but they would deal
with it. He felt strangely settled for having been thrown such a big
surprise, but, for now, he decided not to question that feeling.
his sunny demeanor until Charlene was nearing the end of her third trimester.
It was then that he could no longer ignore what he saw on the ultra sounds
pointed ears, perched on the top of the child's head, not at the side; thick
limbs and fingers and toes; and, what appeared to be fuzz all over the child's
had noticed his tension during the past few ultra sound exams, but he'd kept
telling her that the baby was fine, that he was healthy. Now, seeing
his grim expression as he looked at the monitor, she decided to try again.
"Are you changing your mind?"
Hank was pulled out of his train of thought by her words.
the baby's almost here, now that it's getting bigger are you changing
your mind about all this, about helping me raise this baby? It's OK,
you know, if you are. I won't I won't hold you to "
changing my mind."
You look so so sad."
I have some bad news." Hank felt an ironic twist in his gut at the words
unlike when she'd told him of the pregnancy, he couldn't even muster a 'surprising,
not necessarily bad' spin on this news.
wrong with the baby?"
answered simply, his own heart breaking in sympathy as he watched her face
turn itself into a pained grimace. "I'm afraid our son is is
" Hank's voice broke, and he had to swallow the emotions before continuing.
"He has inherited my mutation and is already exhibiting some of my
my characteristics in the womb. It appears that his ears are similar
to mine and and he seems to have some sort of fur covering."
Hank gaped at her. "Is he will that cause him health problems,
or birth defects? Hank, I'm not I'm not an obstetrician, you're
going to have to spell it out for me a little more."
"I do not
know. I allow me to back up a bit. This child will be born
mutated. I should have realized that since my mutation was artificially
induced that that such might be the case. I do not know of any
reason to think that the child will have medical difficulties due to the
mutation, but his appearance."
all, Hank? He'll be cosmetically different?"
he may have my strength or agility or or intelligence."
Hank's head snapped up at that. "I mean OK, a super-strong, really
agile and smart toddler will probably be more challenging than the regular
garden variety kind, but it's good for him to have those things in the long
run." Hank only gaped at her some more. "Look, I know I
know you really haven't liked what the mutation has done to your appearance,
and I can guess how much you wanted your child to be free of all that.
But, Hank, if he's going to be physically OK, that's all I'm really worried
about. I just want a healthy baby."
he is blue?"
Charlene reached out a hand to him. "Hank? Did you ever think
that maybe, subconsciously, this is why we didn't use protection that first
time? Have you ever thought that maybe we both needed that maybe
there wasn't any substitute for feeling someone inside you, for having someone
accept you into them? Maybe we both needed that, maybe we both needed
that acceptance of our bodies, of our physical selves. Maybe you needed
to know that I would want to be with you, knowing it could produce a child.
Maybe I needed to know you did want to be with me, intimately, and not just
for a physical release. I'm not saying it was something we consciously
thought about and purposefully did, not on that level, but I think that maybe
there were reasons we forgot." Hank hung his head, but he finally took
her hand. "Hank, I don't want you to to have any negative feelings
toward this child. If you're right, if he comes out blue and furry,
well, he's going to have plenty to deal with in that department without his
parents being upset about how he looks. I know you've been through
a lot because of your mutation and I sympathize, but Hank I don't think
it would be good to push all those negative feelings on to this child.
I want him to feel loved, and happy, and completely accepted by us.
He needs to feel safe with us, and that includes being safe from any bad
correct. I I apologize for my reaction. I apologize, Charlene."
Her face finally gave out a smile. "I'm glad you warned me. It
would've been really surprising to see him come out and not know ahead of
time. But that way would've been OK too. I just want him to be
healthy, and loved."
quite the amazing woman."
marry me," she teased. Hank had asked before actually, he'd asked
often after learning of her pregnancy, but she'd always put him off until
after the child was born. He thought it was a way of testing him
testing to see how he would function as a father and how their relationship
would adapt to this new addition. He didn't begrudge her that.
He knew her own father had been a sick, twisted, abusive man, and he knew
well that she needed to see some concrete proof that he would not somehow
suddenly metamorphosize into a raving, sadistic idiot with the arrival of
the baby. It didn't make logical sense, no, but it certainly made emotional
sense, given her history. He knew she probably still needed to wait,
but had made the joke to lighten the mood.
you are ready, I shall be front and center in my tux."
over and kissed her forehead, then her lips. "I promise you that I
will not foist my negative feelings on to our child. I shall remember
that it was created out of love, with the person I love and desire most in
the whole world. And that shall make him very beautiful in my eyes,
indeed." Charlene smiled, and finally relaxed. Everything was
still going to be OK, they'd just hit a little bump in the road, that's all.
She could navigate those, with Hank there to help her through them.
Things would be just fine.
McCoy came into the world on a warm Indian Summer day that fall. He
was, as predicted by his father, blue and more than a little furry.
He had the definitive beginnings of claws, not nails, and he would soon come
to give his parents quite the interesting time when he cut his first fang.
His mother, upon seeing him emerge, pronounced him 'perfect' and was the first
to hold him in her arms. When his father got his turn to hold the newborn
child, he gently smoothed back Jules' forehead fur and whispered to him that
he was even better than perfect he was uniquely perfect. For all
the rest of the days of his life, Jules carried his parent's view of him
in his heart.