Eye of the Beholder

Author’s notes: Thank you Capt_Davy_Jones_Lover, blue_lioness (x2), onewing and Desiree for your reviews. We’ve finally have gone adult!

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As the kiss deepens, her gloved hands come up sinking into his thick mane and he makes a disapproving sound in his throat. Before she can pull back and ask what’s wrong, one of his hands grabs hers, roughly rips the glove off of her hand and then puts her hand back where it had been. She gives a sigh of pleasure as she touches those soft strands, running them through her fingers while he removes the other glove.

She never thought she could be so turned on by fur, but the need to touch more comes over her and her hands travel down to his neck, causing a shiver to run through his body. The bow tie is quickly undone and removed and soon the buttons of his shirt are giving way to her eager fingers. She parts his shirt and buries her hands in the fur of his chest, causing him to groan as she caresses the hard muscles hidden beneath the soft hairs; just touching him is driving her crazy.

“Sweet Jesus,” she sighs when he finally lets her up for air.

“Is everything alright?” he asks after her words manage to penetrate his lust fogged brain.

“Oh God, yes,” she breathes as her hands continue to explore his body, marveling at the way his muscles move beneath her hands.

He sheds his coat and jacket while her hands continue their wanderings, slowly driving him mad with need and his pants have become about two sizes too small. Once his outer vestments are gone, he quickly finds the clasp to her cloak and then gets frustrated when he finds that her arms are through the holes, preventing it from completely coming off of her. He gives a small growl as he tugs on the cloak and she removes her hands from his body only long enough to get her arms free.

No sooner is the cloak on the floor than she’s pulling his shirt free of his pants. It takes a coordinated effort on both of their parts to get his shirt off since his large hands prevent him from just sliding them past the buttoned cuffs. With shaking hands, they manage to get the cuffs unbuttoned and the cuff links off without too much trouble, though one of the buttons is going to have to be sown back on, if they can ever find it.

Once the shirt is tossed away, her arms around his torso as her fingers find their way through his fur and down to his skin, touching him. He crushes her body to his as his lips find hers and hungrily devours them as if he was a starving man. When the need for air forces him to release her lips, he begins to work on all that lovely skin that’s been taunting him for hours, the need to touch it overwhelming.

“Oh God, Hank,” she moans as her head lolls to the side to give him easier access to her neck.

His hands are all over that soft skin, caressing it, stroking it, getting lost in the feeling of it. The smell and taste of her are driving him beyond reason and he can feel Beast trying to take over. It’s all he can do to remain in control, but there is something they can both agree on, they need to touch more skin and that dress has got to go. He pulls and tugs on the straps, trying not to scratch her with his nails, but growling in frustration when the dress doesn’t give way.

“Hank,” she whimpers as he continues to suckle on her neck just below the ear. “Careful with the dress.”

“Off,” he snarls and then nips at her neck.

“The clasps are behind the diamond shaped things on the back,” she pants, amazed with herself for being that coherent.

He swiftly finds the hooks, makes short work of them and then gives a huff in disappointment when the thing doesn’t immediately fall away. After getting Beast back under control, he gently disengages her arms and then takes a step back himself. He can see that she’s furiously blushing, but she doesn’t stop him as he reaches out and carefully pushes the straps off of her shoulders.

The dress falls into a black pool at her feet and he can see her arms twitching as if she wants to cover herself up. She’s even redder now and she’s trembling like a leaf as she looks everywhere but at him. He captures her hands in his and has a really good look at her.

Her breasts aren’t huge, but they’re perfect as far as he’s concerned with their pink nipples hardened by the sudden rush of cooler air against them and he can’t wait to taste them. Her flat belly and shapely hips cause even more blood to rush to his groin and the pants he didn’t think could get any tighter, do. The little scrap of lace that’s pretending to be her panties just teases him and when he lays eyes on the thigh high stockings, he’s pretty sure he’s losing brain cells into his pants.

“You’re beautiful,” he whispers, partially glad that her shoes are hidden by the dress that’s gathered around her ankles because he knows that if they’re half as sexy as the rest of the outfit, he’s a goner.

“Thank you,” she softly replies as she steps out of the dress and now he knows he’s doomed.

“Those shoes are never coming off,” he tells her as she steps into his arms.

“Gonna make it awfully hard to shower,” she manages to reply before his lips are on hers again.

She moans as his fur rubs against her nipples getting them even harder and God help her, but she wants more. Questing fingers soon find his belt and the buckle is undone post haste despite how badly her hands are shaking. He groans with relief as the fastening and zipper to his pants are quickly opened, but then she stops.

“Don’t stop,” he begs as he thrusts his hips forward and she can feel the hard bulge still hidden by his clothes. “Touch me.”

He feels her quivering hands land on his hips and then a moment later, his pants are being pushed off of them. Gravity takes over as soon as the waistband is past his backside and his hands slide down her back until he has a cheek in each hand. They both moan as he pulls her flush with his body and they passionately kiss as her fingers sink into his mane again. Nothing else matters in the world right now except the feeling of the other’s touch.

TAP! TAP! TAP!

They both jump and she lets out a startled yelp while he gives a warning growl to the door.

“Who is it?” he barks, not at all happy.

“Room service,” calls back a woman’s voice through the door.

He makes a displeased sound deep in his throat, gently lets her go, pulls his pants back up and then goes to answer the door. He opens the door just enough to see who’s out in the hall and a Asian lady in a hotel uniform is standing there.

“Yes?” he asks.

“Would you like the bed turned down?” she asks.

“No, thank you,” he answers a bit tersely.

“Chocolate?” she inquires, taking a couple of pieces of wrapped chocolate from a basket he hadn’t even noticed she was carrying.

“Yes, fine, thank you,” he replies shortly, opening the door enough to put his hand out.

She lets out a startled gasp at the sight of his blue, furry appendage, quickly drops the chocolate into his open palm and then hurries to the next room. As he’s putting the Do Not Disturb sign on the door, the maid knocks on the door to his room and he can hear Amanda shutting the connecting door behind him. He shuts and locks the door, goes and drops the chocolate on the nightstand, turns down the covers the bed himself and then comes up behind her while she listens to the maid moving about his room. They remain silent until they hear the outer door to the other room shut and they both sigh in relief.

“You took your shoes off,” he pouts as he steps closer to her.

“Sorry, I know you liked them, but my feet were killing me,” she tells him as he puts his hands on the door on either side of her, effectively trapping her there.

“So, your shoes de-feet-ed you, hmm?” he teases and she groans.

“You should be punished for that pun,” she playfully growls.

“You can try,” he purrs as his hands leave the door and then wrap themselves around her bare middle, causing her to moan at his touch. “Now, let’s see. Where was I? Ah yes, I was making you forget that you’ve ever been touched by anyone else.”

With that, his hands slide up her torso and cup her breasts causing her to press herself against him and groan loudly. She reaches back and buries her hands in his mane again, the need to touch him overwhelming as he nibbles and kisses her neck and shoulder. He gently squeezes her breast, rubbing the nipples into hard peaks until he has her panting and whimpering with need.

Once he’s sure he has her in frenzy, he carefully slides one of his legs between hers until she’s practically sitting on his thigh and then he slips one of his hands down her belly until his fingers are between her legs. The instant he touches her clit, she lets out a cry of surprise as she arches her back forcing her breast further into the hand that’s still on her chest. He starts rubbing that little bundle of nerves and soon she’s bucking into his hand as best she can while her cries hit a fevered pitch. In a mater of moments, her body goes stiff as she nearly screams her completion and then she goes completely limp in his arms.

He smiles to himself as he gently lifts her into his arms and then goes to lay her on the bed. He carefully sets her down and then goes to strip himself down to his boxer shorts, ignoring the tent pole currently residing in his shorts. He climbs into bed next to her and finds that she hasn’t moved other than to watch him with half lidded eyes.

He smiles at her as he gently caresses her face and then softly kisses her while one of her arms circles his neck. He pulls her closer and deepens the kiss making her moan as her body begins to respond to him again. He hand slowly travels from her face, down across her torso, over her hip and to the top of her thigh.

His lips start to follow his hand only be distracted by a lovely mound of flesh on her chest and he has to taste that little pink bud. She whimpers as her hand grabs the back of his head and she arches into his mouth. He sucks and licks the nipple until he has her panting and then he continues his journey down her body.

She whimpers in protest, but doesn’t have the strength to stop him while he licks, nips and kisses his way to the top of her stockings. He carefully rolls the silky item down her leg, following it with kisses, trying to ignore the smell of her arousal and how crazy it’s making him and Beast. As soon as the first stocking is gone, the second one is quickly removed and he starts to work his way up the previously ignored leg.

Part way up that lovely long appendage, he has to start holding onto it since she’s writhing around on the bed and she’s begging him for she doesn’t know what, but she knows she needs it. By the time he reaches her second hip, she’s completely incoherent and he looks up at her face to see the hair that some poor hairdresser worked who knows how long on is completely ruined. He sees her staring back at him with lust hazed eyes, her chest is heaving and her hands are reaching for him, trying to touch him while he holds onto her hips to keep her still.

“I’m sorry,” he says and before she can quite wrap her brain around what he’s just said, he destroys her panties and tosses them out of the way.

She gasps in surprise while his lips go back to kissing her soft skin and he gently pushes her legs apart. The smell of her arousal is heady and overwhelming, making him dizzy for just a moment and he can feel Beast starting to take hold. Hank fights for dominance and barely wins, but he knows Beast hasn’t given up the fight.

He kisses and licks his way down her hip to her inner thigh while she tries to writhe about on the bed, held fast by his hands on her thighs. When he places that first kiss on the swollen outer lips of her sex, it all but sends her through the roof and he has to smile to himself. A second kiss has her searching for something to touch and hold and she ends up with hands full of sheets. He tightens his grip a bit more and then licks those lips, making her cry out a few choice words.

“I was under the impression that taking the Lord’s name in vain is a bad thing,” he teases.

“If you don’t finish what you’ve started, His name won’t be the only one I’m taking in vain, mister,” she growls.

“As my lady commands,” he replies with laughter in his voice.

Before she can respond, his tongue is deep within her and it’s a good thing he has a hold of her as she nearly stands up on the bed. She can’t think, she can only feel and it feels like every nerve in her body is tingling as his tongue dances inside of her body. She doesn’t ever want him to stop, but at the same time, if he doesn’t finish this soon, she’s sure she’s going to have a heart attack.

He gets lost in the taste and smell of her, never realizing how intoxicating it can be. He wants to stay like this, but he can hear her cries becoming frantic and he knows no good will come from tormenting her. In one quick move, he removes his tongue and then gently sucks on her clit, sending her crying out as she tries to arch off of the bed, but his hold on her preventing it.

He crawls up the bed and lays next to her panting and trembling body, rather proud of himself. With a great deal of effort, she rolls towards him and throws an arm around him while burying her face in his fur. He holds her shaking body close to him, mildly noting that her body is already moist with sweat.

“Is everything alright?” he softly asks and she shakes her head ‘no’. “What’s wrong?”

“I couldn’t touch you,” she whimpers. “I could feel you touching me, but I couldn’t touch you.”

“I’m sorry,” he says as he strokes her back. “I didn’t realize touch was that important to you.”

“Neither did I,” she whispers.

“Then I shall remember for next time,” he assures her.

“That’s provided I survive this time,” she weakly jokes, finally looking up at him with a tired smile.

“Don’t worry, I know CPR,” he teases just before he kisses her.

She moans softly as his hand leaves her back and starts to stroke her front, playing with her nipples until they’re little pink pebbles again. Despite the long day she’s had, the late hour or the two orgasms she’s already experienced, she can feel herself slipping down that slope that can only lead to one place and she gladly rides it. Her hands start wandering over his body and she quickly comes in contact with his boxers.

“Off,” she orders, tugging at the silky material.

“As my lady commands,” he replies just before removing the garment in record breaking time.

As soon as he lies back down, her hands are touching him, caressing him, feeling the way his muscles move beneath his fur. He gathers her up into his arms, trapping his hardness between them and kisses her passionately, his own hands doing their own exploring. Soon, coherent thought is no longer possible for either one of them and they can only communicate by touch and the animal like sounds they’re making.

Once the need of air forces their lips apart, he starts to work his way over to her ear and neck, causing her to make little mewling sounds. When he’s satisfied his need to nibble on her ear and suckle her neck, he makes his way down past her collar bone and follows her sternum until he’s between her breasts. She’s trembling in his arms while Beast tries to speed things along, but Hank refuses to be rushed by his primal self or by the panting woman in his arms.

He licks and kisses his way around one of those small pillows, enjoying the salty taste, never quite touching the areola, but coming very close several times. When she starts whimpering, he finally licks the little pink bud and then blows on it causing her to gasp. He quickly sucks the nipple into his mouth and she cries out, instinctively wrapping her arms around his head and throwing a leg over his torso.

He suckles and laves the little bud with his tongue, sending her into a frenzy of lust, the smell of her arousal driving him mad. He gives one last lick to that nipple and then kisses his way over to the other one. He rolls her onto her back as he does with him on top and her legs wrap around his middle as she holds onto him as if her life depends upon it.

He can’t think straight, all he knows is that the need to mate with the willing female beneath him is overwhelming. She’s filling his senses and he can’t fight it any more. He roughly releases her nipple, inciting a startled, pain filled yelp from her and then moves up her body to claim her lips in a rough kiss.

The tip of his erection pushes against her lower lips and she goes stiff. He growls a warning, but she starts to struggle and fight against him anyways. She manages to get one of her legs underneath him, pushing him just enough off target that he slams into upper thigh when he tries to thrust into her.

“Wait,” she pants as she tries to squirm out from underneath him.

“No,” he snarls while trying to get her back into position.

“Hank, the birth control isn’t going to do any good sitting on the nightstand,” she snaps and he freezes.

Her words sink into the rational part of his brain after a few moments and he suddenly realizes that Beast almost got control of him. With a cry of anguish, he’s off of her and out of the bed in a heartbeat while she lies there trying to figure out what just happened. She sits up and looks over at him in confusion and sees him standing unsteadily a few feet away.

“Hank?” she softly calls, a bit perplexed by his behavior.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers and starts to head for the conjoining doors. “I shouldn’t be here.”

“What? Wait!” she cries as she scrambles out of the bed after him managing to reach him just as he’s trying to shut his door. “Ouch!”

“Amanda, please go back to bed,” he requests miserably as he tries to gently push her back into her own room and Beast rages inside his head.

“Only after you tell me what the Hell is going on,” she states as she grabs a fist full of fur and glares at him.

“That hurts,” he tells her, staring at her grasping hand.

“Good,” she snarls. “You care to explain to me why you tell me you’re going to make me forget every man I’ve ever slept with, get me so horny I’m about ready to explode and then just take off like that?”

“I…I…can’t,” he replies while he tries to dislodge her fingers without hurting her.

“Wrong answer!” she snaps, tightening her grip. “Now, what the Hell is going on?”

“You wouldn’t understand,” he retorts unhappily.

“How can you be so sure of that?” she demands, furious. “Is it because I’m a woman? Or do you think I’m too stupid?”

“No, it’s not that,” he hastily answers.

“Then what is it!?” she asks as a tear smears her already ruined makeup.

“I nearly raped you!” he almost shouts.

“What are you talking about?” she questions, her brow furrows with a frown.

“I nearly had sex with you without using protection,” he reminds her heatedly. “I was about to force myself upon you.”

“Hank, you just got carried away,” she assures him as her grip loosens. “You did stop and that’s what’s important, not what you almost did. Please come back to bed with me.”

“It’s not just that,” he says sadly, his shoulders slumped, his head down. “It’s…”

“It’s what?” she asks gently, rubbing the area that she had previously been holding onto.

“I’m not a man,” he quietly admits and she looks his naked form up and down.

“Could have fooled me,” she snorts with a half smile.

“You don’t understand,” he sighs as he pushes her hand away and then goes to sit on his bed. “My code name is Beast and it’s well earned. There’s a primal part of me that when it comes out, I’m no longer a rational, thinking person, but little more than an animal.”

“We all have a dark side that we try to hide,” she replies.

“It’s not like that,” he states shaking his head, still refusing to meet her eyes.

“Then what is it?” she asks. “Please explain it to me so I can understand.”

“The primal part of me is more than a dark side that I’m trying to hide,” he tries to explain. “It’s like a separate personality that’s trying to take over. It wants control and I can’t let it.”

“So, you’re hearing voices in your head?” she inquires more than a bit confused.

“Voice,” he clarifies. “Until recently, I didn’t even realize it could talk.”

“When did it start talking to you?” she questions as she sits down beside him.

“After our first date,” he answers, staring at the large hands in his lap. “It called you ‘mate’.”

“At least some part of you wants me,” she says softly while she wraps her arms around herself. “Why can’t the rest of you?”

“It’s not that easy,” he replies. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Hate to break it to you, but that’s exactly what you’re doing to me,” she states and he can practically feel the emotional barriers going up.

“You’re a beautiful woman,” he tells her. “You deserve better than this.”

“And of course that’s all I have to offer,” she coldly states as she abruptly stands up. “It’s not like I have a brain or anything like that. I better go out there and snag myself a husband because, God knows, once my looks are gone, there’s no chance in Hell a man will want me.”

“That’s not what I meant,” he tries to start.

“Isn’t it?” she demands, turning on him and he looks up into those cold, hard eyes that he knows only can be seen when she’s truly upset. “So, what happens now? Will you see me to the train station like you said you would? Or do I wake up in the morning and find that you’ve snuck off during the night? What happens when I get back to New York? Will you even call me?”

“Amanda, I…,” he tries to start, but just can’t find the right words.

“I will tell you this, Ambassador,” she says, her voice taking on a cold, hard edge. “You’ve made what Keith did to me seem like child’s play.”

“Amanda…,” he says, reaching for her and she jerks back as if it were a poisonous snake.

“Goodbye, Ambassador,” she snarls before turning on her heel and marching back to her room, shutting the door behind her.