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He’d gone in for a checkup, as he did every week, to ensure peak physical fitness. Now that he was no longer in the Brotherhood, he didn’t have the drills or the constant training to keep him at the top of his game. Curie’s advice had kept him in shape so far.
But he’d quickly found himself distracted by her.
Her touches as she examined him were gentle, her hands cool and soft. Her voice was calming, her accent unusual but lovely. And he couldn’t help staring at her stocking-clad legs as she moved gracefully around her medical bay. The way her skirt swished around her thighs, or the hair that curled at the nape of her neck…
All Curie had said was Paladin, you look quite distracted, in a tone that held no flirtation, no coy interest.
I am, he’d replied, his eyes finding hers.
If I can be of assistance…
He’d leaned in towards her and Curie had held her ground, her breath hitching slightly as his lips came closer to hers.
Stop me, he murmured.
Non, she breathed, and that was when he’d kissed her. Her arms had wrapped around his neck, holding tight, thigh sliding around his as she took a seat on his lap. Curie felt perfect perched there, her mouth soft on his as she pressed herself against him. His hands slid down her back, grasping her waist as Curie moaned gently.
It took Danse a moment to realise they were still downstairs, in full view of anyone who came past.
“Curie,” he groaned, as he felt her core pressing into his crotch, “wait.”
The woman drew back, her face flushed. “Is something wrong?” she asked, breathing laboured.
“Too public,” he said, gesturing to a nearby window. She nodded, slipping off his lap and taking his hand. Danse felt her gently pulling him, and stood, letting her lead him up the flight of stairs at the back and into her bedroom. Her door shut behind him, and Danse found her slender body pushing him into the door as their mouths met once more. His hands cupped her ass, gathering handfuls of her skirt as Curie pushed up his t-shirt.
The kiss was broken as they worked the t-shirt over his head and threw it to one side. Danse unbuttoned her lab coat and tossed it over a chair, feeling her hands cupping his ass and squeezing. He let out a noise of surprise as Curie nudged his jaw up with her nose and pressed gentle kisses to his neck.
“I-I think I…underestimated you,” he began, his voice cracking when her teeth dug in. Curie laughed softly.
“Why so?” she murmured, as he raised his hands to unbutton her blouse.
“You’re…very forward,” and she squeezed his ass again. He looked into her eyes, and there was no mistaking the mischievous spark in them.
“I am very curious,” she admitted, shrugging off her shirt. Danse stepped away from the door and picked her up, carrying her over to her bed. He took a seat, and Curie straddled his lap once more. Her fingers slipped into his hair, holding tightly as his hands ran up her back and unhooked her bra. Her thighs parted widely, her core pressed against his erection as his hands cupped her breasts. Curie bucked when his thumbs stroked over her nipples, kissing him roughly, her noises stifled in his lips. Her hand dropped, grasped his wrist, and guided his hand between her legs.
Danse lifted her up as Curie stripped off her bra, and he reached up for her underwear. There was a brief pause. Her legs were bare just above her thigh, and his cock pulsed. Curie kept kissing him, reached down to pull off her shoes as he began dragging her underwear down her legs. It didn’t take long before all the virologist was wearing was her skirt and her stockings, and Danse unzipped the skirt and let it fall to the floor.
Curie’s palm reached down and gripped his cock, squeezing it through the orange flight suit until Danse was groaning. Danse slipped her off his lap and stood, kicking off his boots and stripping.
“How do you want to do this?” he asked softly. Curie reached for his arm and he let her pull him down. Her stocking-clad legs slid either side of his hips, and she tugged his boxers down, his cock springing free. Curie bit her lip. Danse felt himself pulse, and briefly wondered what her lips would feel like wrapped around him. That thought was wiped away as the woman knelt up, pressing the tip of his cock against her folds.
Slowly, she sunk down onto him. Danse’s body tensed, and Curie whimpered as inch by inch he filled her. Her walls squeezed him, hot and wet and soft. Curie’s nails dug into his belly and the spark of pain made him buck.
“Oh!” she gasped, Danse groaned, trying to still himself. “No, please! Do that again!”
He let his hips press upward, his hand falling to her waist.
“Would you like me to take control?” he asked as steadily as he could manage.
“Mmm,” Curie moaned, her hands splaying out across his chest. Danse nodded, and grasped a handful of her ass, pulling her up just a little. The first thrust made her nails bite him once more, but Curie’s face was a mask of pleasure not pain.
“More,” she whispered, and Danse nodded, feeling her buck against him with the next thrust, and the next. He kept it slow, listening to the woman on his lap moaning gently. Pinpricks of heat rushed through him. Curie let her body roll against his, her nails scoring down his stomach.
“More.”
“Are you-”
“Danse, please.”
He gave her more. His pace roughened, and immediately Curie’s noises grew, more than just gasps and groans as she wriggled on top of him. He raised his hand to his mouth, sucking on his thumb, and reached down to rub it over her clit. Curie shook, crying out his name. Another swipe of her nails, and another plea for more. He gave again, holding her against him as he fucked her roughly. Her lips found his, and she kissed him shakily before her head buried itself in the pillow next to him.
“Curie,” he breathed, and felt her teeth at his neck again, her thighs squeezing his body tightly. She was whispering something, but he didn’t understand a word of it. All he knew was that the woman was curling tightly into him, her fingers wrapping around his hair as her movements became erratic.
“Danse!” she cried, her voice muffled in the pillow, and then she squeezed him tight, legs snapping around his body like a vice. Her back arched as Danse groaned loudly, holding her against him. Her arms wrapped around him as he kept thrusting, and she returned to whispering those words he didn’t understand until she could do nothing but gasp as Danse chased his own orgasm.
It didn’t take long. The hand in his hair, the nails scratching close to the nape of his neck, and the voice in his ear, they all fed a pressure that steadily grew in his cock before he arched up into her, holding her down. Relief rushed through him as he spilt, filling her.
“Oh,” she whispered, slumping against him. There was a long pause filled with panting. He felt her kissing his neck gently.
“Curie?” he finally asked.
“I think I need to do more research on that sensation,” she announced.