Archive of Our Own

Emerie didn't always get a lot of moments to slow down, and get to know Hemlock's body. Yes, they often slept together, but he usually wasn't leisurely about it like he was now. Usually he went to her when he seemed frustrated with something. It also wasn't often he asked her to stay the night. Admittedly, she hadn't gotten the ideal amount of sleep the night before since he had asked her to stay the night. She'd drifted in dreams which became waking moments in which she had to touch him, kiss him, Hemlock fulfilling desires she didn't know how to voice, and then she was in dreams again, finding spare moments to hold him close before drifting off once more. Now they were both awake, enjoying each other in the shower. Though, when Hemlock had said she'd join him somehow she'd just thought they'd be getting cleaned up and nothing more. However, she did enjoy this slower moment. Perhaps he wasn't wide awake just yet, but part of him certainly was.

Emerie throbbed in between her legs as she stroked his cock, already breathing heavy as she imagined having him in her. When aroused Hemlock seemed almost too big. Out of sheer curiosity she wanted to measure him. Now as she grasped him, stroking, twisting her wrists, she admired him: his thickness, his length, the darker color to the head as it was filled with blood, the thick, dark ridge of fiber she knew gave them both so much pleasure. And in her head she could imagine how his muscles and nerves all worked to get him hard for her, to have him climax. She squeezed harder.

Despite the fact that his size could hurt, she loved it. Her eyes were glued to him as she admired every long inch. She ran her thumb along his frenulum, before massaging up against his slit, imagining how beautiful he looked when he came, as he throbbed, muscles pushing to give her his cum; the thick white of it always intrigued her.

He hissed in a breath, using his grip on her right shoulder, and left hip to push her back into the tile wall. Hemlock was now fully under the stream of hot water, steam permeating the air around them, all luxurious and comforting. She winced at his tight grip, but didn't let up, lifting him to cup his swollen balls.

Hemlock grunted, burying his face against her shoulder. His wet hair brushed against her, and she already knew how silken his dark hair felt against her fingers when it was wet. If she wasn't already so enamored by another part of him she'd be running her hands over his head, along the rest of his body.

"Have you measured yourself?" Emerie asked, immensely curious.

Hemlock had just started kissing her shoulder, but now he paused.

He tilted his head to murmur in her ear, voice like the rough, but smooth glide of him into her, "So you like my size?"

He ran his hands down her wet body, the left one, uncovered, and deliciously rough against her skin. Emerie found it hard to keep stroking him, and settled for holding his hips. He pressed up against her, her eyes sliding closed, lower abdomen literally pulling in with the strength of her arousal as she throbbed in between her legs. The shower seemed to get hotter, and breathing was a struggle, her chest heaving, breasts pressing up against him. His breaths were fast as well, even his stomach heaving with his quick pants. The solidity of him against her would never cease to feel so good, like something she shouldn't even think of wanting, yet it was all hers.

"Mm-hmm," was all she could get out as he lifted her left leg up to his hip. Emerie had to wrap her arms around his neck to balance.

"Roughly twenty centimeters."

A moan was punched from her, a low laugh leaving him. He thrusted against her pelvis, slowly, letting her feel all of him, how heavy he was against her.

There was something she wanted to do, but she couldn't get the words out as he nipped at her ear.

He lifted his head enough to pull her into a kiss, Emerie unable to control the depth as all she could do was hold onto him. His warm hand felt so big on her thigh, what with how long his fingers were. She moaned into his mouth, grasping his shoulders, nails digging in.

He nipped at her lip, quick, but hard.

She grunted, pulling back, and licking at the hurt.

"Just to get back at you for all the scratches you leave on me."

Her cheeks burned, and he smiled.

"Not that I really mind. I find pain quite… delectable. And I like that I get you out of your shell."

She raised her eyebrows. What was he talking about, exactly?

He laughed. "You're shy."

Emerie's hands ran down to his biceps, brows lowering. "I am not."

"Oh, then do you have any friends?"

"Uh… um… There's… I'm too busy."

"Shyyy," he breathed in her ear.

His teasing had her laughing, which was something she rarely did.

He thrusted up against her, and she remembered what she wanted to say.

"Where do you suppose my cervix is, then?"

"Want to find out?" She paused. "Emerie, it can't hurt more than it already does. I think you take me quite well, letting me in nice and deep."

She shivered at his words, the sound of his voice.

"I do," she said, making sure she sounded resolute.

"Though, I think we should get you off before this little experiment, just to prepare your tight, little body," Hemlock said. Then he added, voice soft, "Hang onto me."

Emerie was nearly his height, but naturally slim, which was probably what he was talking about. She did stop to think about that as she held him. He kept her left leg elevated, and she found herself balancing with her hands on his head as her leg ended up resting on his shoulder. As he licked her, her back arching, she thought about the fact that he had a thick cock, along with it being long, that it probably looked delicious sliding into her from his point of view with how slim her hips were. He tilted his head up, licking at her already-wet entrance. Her legs shook as his nose brushed against her swollen clit.

Hemlock hummed against her, and she moaned, grasping his hair, tilting her head back, gasping for air.

She burned in between her legs, and Hemlock only made the fire brighter and brighter. It traveled down to her toes till she could barely stand it. A whimper left her as she came, and she did her best to not leave scratches on his head, face, or neck like she really wished to. That was made difficult as his soft, plush lips wrapped around her throbbing clit, sucking. The pleasure was so intense she had the random urge to hit him.

Remembering his words about what he enjoyed, and the pleasure in his eyes in the moments he felt pain, she went with the feeling, and made a fist, soundly smacking it into his shoulder.

Hemlock grunted against her. He released her in his surprise, head tilting down as he caught his breath.

A deep growl left him, surely still feeling the shock waves of the blow she'd landed.

When he looked up at her his light blue eyes were full of wild, untamed lust. His face glistened with more than just water.

In a low voice that had her breaths hitching, he said, "Only do that when you want me to kriff you till you can't sit. Are we understood?"

Emerie swallowed roughly, her eyes locked onto his. She nodded.

He rose and secured her leg around his hip.

"Any hypotheses as to where your cervix is now?" he asked.

Emerie closed her eyes, trying to focus. She took as deep a breath as adrenaline would allow her for now.

She dragged her hand down his body before centering on hers, fingers just above her pelvis.

"Here."

She gasped as he took her hand, and moved it down just a little bit.

"My guess is here."

Heart racing, she got out, "Shall we find out?"

A growl left him, his left hand slamming to the shower wall just beside her head. She gazed at it, at all the scarring he had given himself in the name of science. Her mouth opened, wanting to feel all those scars against her lips.

"Emerie."

She started, coming back to the moment.

"Sorry, I…"

"I'll let you enjoy my left hand later."

She nodded, holding onto him tightly. Hemlock grasped himself, mouth opening slightly in his pleasure. Emerie made sure to relax into him as he ran the nice, plush head of his cock through her folds, teasing her clit, before finding her entrance.

"Royce, wait," she said.

He didn't stop, pushing in a little.

Emerie pushed against his chest. "I just want to really feel you," she told him. "Soak it all in."

With a long exhale, he pulled out of her, and swayed his hips. Heat ran down to her toes just feeling how big he was against her. She couldn't help as she throbbed. He seemed to throb as well, groaning.

"All right."

He began to push in. Emerie wanted to wrap her arms around him, but it was only fair they both saw where her cervix was.

He took it slow for once, thrusts in small motions, opening her up. Their heavy breaths mingled together in the steamy air, hot water falling about them. Emerie had wanted to look down, but the pleasure had her tilting her head back, hips arching up into him, rolling ever so slightly. She clutched his arms tightly, enjoying the fair bit of muscle she could hang onto.

A pained grunt left her as he was almost in; his cock had reached her cervix.

Emerie brought a shaking hand down to that soreness in her. So she had been correct as to where her cervix was at the moment: just a little above her pelvis.

"You have an unusually high cervix," he noted.

His tone made Emerie laugh, even as a small cramp rippled through her. She didn't correct him as she was assuming he took into account that the vagina lengthened with arousal, meaning her cervix was higher than someone else's would have been while aroused.

"No wonder I can fit in most positions, though I'm assuming I often hit your anterior fornix."

Emerie nodded. "Most likely."

"Let's find it."

Before she could speak, he grabbed her other leg. She cried out as he bounced her on him just to get her in the right position. This moved them around enough that she passed under the stream of water once more, and he pressed her against a different wall of the shower, this time against the heated transparisteel door.

He was about to kiss her, when she tilted her head away. He growled at her, but she asked, only slightly intimidated, "How does it feel to hit my cervix? Do you feel it?"

"Oh, I feel it," he moaned. "Hard, but cushiony, and so wet. Kriff, it's so hard not to just kriff it till you're screaming, till I'm cumming, and cumming."

They both groaned from sheer arousal, holding onto each other tightly; she hoped his fingers would leave bruises on her ass.

"But I do like that little bulge from reaching deeper, past your cervix. It's so hot."

Logically she knew there would most likely be a bulge, but hadn't really thought of it, was usually too busy trying to push against him, to withstand the rough pleasure of him in her body.

Emerie frowned.

"There's a bulge?"

He changed the angle of their hips slightly, and thrusted. A cry left her at the sudden gush of pleasure that poured down her legs, that burned everywhere he was inside of her, and reached up into her stomach.

"Oh, that's it," he moaned. "This feels good too," he said. "Your body hugs the head of my cock even more. Now, bring your hand down to your lower abdomen."

She tried, but then worried she'd fall, and grasped him tighter.

"I've got you. You're not going to fall. Go on."

He watched with the eyes of a predator as she moved her hand to her abdomen, and down. She could see the slight bulge he was talking about, and was surprised she felt more turned on from it instead of sick. They both moaned as her hand pressed against it. That was a bulge, all right, and she could feel his hardness and the pressure against her from him with just her hand.

Her grip with her other hand tightened, nails digging in, as he started to thrust, eyes intent on her.

Emerie gasped as he pushed in again, feeling him go up in front of her cervix both internally and externally. The pleasure made her want to writhe, but there was nowhere to go with her legs around him and shoved against the shower door.

With him actually going slow for once it made her want to swear, each sensation seeming heightened. And that bulge… ooh, all of her tingled from it. His hair fell in his face as he watched that bulge.

Out of curiosity, Emerie pressed against it. A squeal accidentally left her at the immense pressure in her body from it, and a grunt left Hemlock. Her toes curled, and she throbbed around him, body tugging at his.

Her head fell back, and she did swear then, which made Hemlock chuckle.

"If I had known just how much you like my size we could have done this sooner."

"I wasn't sure I did."

"Why? Am I intimidating?" he asked, nose brushing against hers, mouth open like a wanton invitation.

An uncomfortable laugh left her, though she thought she recognized the light in his eyes that meant he was teasing her.

"Very."

They both grunted as he pulled out slow, and thrusted in fast. He still reached as deep, creating that slight, delicious bulge. Emerie wished they were doing this on his bed so she could lie there and rub her hands all over that bulge as it came and went. She almost wanted to do it all morning, all day, all night. She was still shocked it aroused her instead of sickened her.

"But you really do feel so good in me," she moaned out.

Emerie couldn't help grabbing his face with her free hand, kissing him hard. Hemlock moaned as he kissed back, taking her with small, quick thrusts. This kept him deep, pulling out to nearly before her cervix (which was a minuscule ache in her) to that farthest point again, stimulating nerves that were only ever touched by him, setting her on fire.

Emerie became a whimpering, screaming mess from him, pliable and willing, burning with so much want that she still attempted to kiss him while crying out.

Hemlock shuddered and cursed when she came, pressing tight against her. She clawed the back of his neck and his shoulders, unable to help herself, pleasure bursting through her again and again and again, to a point she could barely take, her walls squeezing him in powerful contractions. The heat of the shower nearly seemed too much, even as it begged her to hold on, to demand more from her body, from him.

So she did hold on, riding each intense wave for what felt like minutes on end.

Hemlock gave her a gentle kiss on her throat when it ended, a small moan leaving her. He pulled out of her, and she throbbed everywhere he had been, up into her lower abdomen. She felt so empty without him now. He let her go, helping her to her feet.

She grabbed onto his elbows as her legs wobbled, thighs shaking.

They both laughed, their bodies pressing together again. There was no mistaking how hot and hard Hemlock still was, and there was no mistaking that she wanted more.

He caressed her cheek, water splashing off of him onto her. He brushed her wet hair aside, Emerie shuddering at the touch.

"Hit me," he begged, voice incredibly low and rough.

What?

Then she remembered his earlier words, about taking her hard if she did that again. She wasn't sure she could handle it.

He fondled her right breast with his left hand, Emerie leaning into it, against all those beautiful scars.

"I assure you I can handle it."

That hadn't been her worry, but…

The rough skin of his thumb flicked over her nipple, and she gasped.

He was soon fondling her other breast, after his hand rubbed over the center of her chest. And then his scarred fingers grazed her ribs…

A bit dazed from her powerful orgasm still, and thrown off balance by being touched by the hand she often wanted to ask questions about, she made a fist and hit his chest, weakly.

A low laugh left him.

"Harder than that, Emerie."

Her brows lowered as she slapped him across the face. All of her went hot from it, from the sting against her palm, the quick impact of his skin against her hand. And the sound he let out was to die for. His head was forced to the side from the blow, and when he faced her again there was a red mark on his cheek.

For a moment, with him against her, several centimeters taller, wider, stronger, she was afraid. And that glint in his eye as he looked her over now was one she'd often observed him looking at his prisoners with.

The air seemed too hot, she couldn't breathe.

He moved so fast that somehow she was turned around, his body pressing tight against hers, pinning her to the wall.

He pulled her wet hair aside, and leaned in, sucking against her neck as he moaned. His cock was against her ass, his hips rolling. She couldn't help moaning as well, fear dissipating, hot excitement bursting in her gut at the thought of feeling his cock deep in her again.

Emerie was nearly lifted onto her tiptoes as he positioned himself and thrusted into her. She cried out at the quick, hard thrust, reaching back, grabbing at his hip to ground herself. Feeling his muscles work beneath her hand to thrust into her had her whole body tingling, and wanting. Hot water rained down on them, his pale skin a delicacy when wet.

His arms wrapped around her, the right one across her collarbone, hand gripping her shoulder; the other reaching down and across, his scarred hand on her hip. Arousal burst even more strongly through her from this, the feeling like a burning caress in her gut. It was so strong that any air she had in her lungs was forced out in a cry.

It felt so good to give herself over like this, for all worries to dissipate, to just lose herself in hanging onto him as much as he needed to hang onto her. The hand that had been on his hip now grasped his ass (putting it there had earned her a growl), the other held the arm around her collarbones.

He managed to reach just as deep in this position, and while she wanted to feel the bulge in her abdomen she was now keenly aware of, his forearm was against it, and she was busy hanging on for dear life.

Eventually she had to let go of him to press against the shower wall, forcing herself back into his hard thrusts to avoid getting crushed.

Something about him having the ability to trap her with just his body made her want more, made her lose herself in riding this out, riding him. In that moment he felt incredibly human to her, something tangible, something she could relate to in more than just intellect. His heart seemed to beat into her ribcage, chest heaving against her back, pelvis and hips pressing against her ass. He was riding the pleasure just as much as she was, feeling it as he doled it out. He voiced it too, even as he kissed along the left side of her neck.

For some reason her pleasure nearly reached its peak as he licked the side of her jaw. She accidentally tightened around him, and she loved how much bigger it made him in her, the pain and pleasure having her lose her strength. She cried out, fingers curling into fists against the steamed up transparisteel.

A breathy laugh left him, and he grabbed her jaw, tilting her head up. He nipped at her ear hard enough to make her flinch before asking, "So you like that? You like it when I lick you?"

"Mm-hmm."

He slowed his pace, but still rode her hard. She grabbed his wrist, letting out a high-pitched cry she had attempted to hold in, as he licked her jaw again, and then twisted her just enough to lick across her cheek to her open lips.

She whimpered into him as his lips found hers. Not only did his tongue and lips burn, but it increased the pleasure of his cock in her. She was so close she had to desperately hold onto his other arm, pushing up against him to stay standing. Mm, his muscles were flexed as he held her against him.

Soon the pleasure was so intense, burning and aching in her gut, her looming climax threatening to be powerful enough to incapacitate her and make her scream. Her legs were shaking, and her body's natural response to the intense sensations was to try and get away from him, legs trying to desperately climb his. They slipped down, and he caught her before she could hit the side of her head against the shower door.

"You're going to hurt yourself."

They both cried out as he left her. She would have collapsed if not for him bending his knees to sweep her into his arms. His face was flushed, and she knew not all the droplets on his face were water, not with how hard and fast he could move. She wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing along his jawline, not caring much at the moment that stubble pressed almost painfully against her lips.

Hemlock was apparently high enough within the ranks of the Empire to not only have a big shower with water (along with a sonic), but to have one with a place to sit. He sat down on it now, quickly getting the head of his cock back in her so he could thrust as he pulled her down onto him.

Emerie let out a guttural sound at how big he felt from gravity pulling her down, and from her legs being together. She held onto him tighter, writhing in his lap as she gasped and moaned. Oh, she was already so sore from him, but she was so close!

She had yet to fall off his lap before, but the shower had made them slippery, so she dug her nails into his upper back. He grunted, his scarred hand now holding her hip and a bit of her ass, keeping her to him with a brutal grip. She dug in harder, and he moaned.

Soon, she cried out as he started taking her hard and fast like this, head falling back against his flexed biceps. Emerie delighted in feeling his hard, hot cock against her thighs as he thrusted, delighted in all the new ways she could feel him against her, how his abdomen flexed and expanded against her side, the way his thrusts pressed his pelvis against her thigh, his hips and lower abdomen against her hip.

With one particularly hard thrust he cried out through gritted teeth, and Emerie hugged his thigh to her with her legs. She almost wished she had something to put her feet on so she could properly wriggle and writhe in his lap.

"Hook your right foot under my knee," he panted.

Emerie listened immediately.

Hemlock released his hold on her hip, her breathing hitching as his left hand caressed her till it was at her lower abdomen, the scars a luxurious decadence against her sensitive flesh. He gave a slow thrust that had her legs shaking. And she looked down just as he did, seeing him thrust all the way up to where his hand was touching her.

He took it slow now, his cock a beautiful fire and agony in her. She turned her head to his chest, her nails raking across his other pectoral. Needing some form of comfort through the pleasure that threatened to undo her at any second she found his right nipple, licking and sucking at it.

But then her back was arching, hips angling down into him, which only pressed him up into her abdomen.

She looked up at him and he looked so, so beautiful, all the hormones raging through her making her think he looked like some kind of god. There he was, wreathed in steam, his wet, black hair falling across his forehead, color high upon his full cheekbones, the mark of her slap darkening across his left one, his full, kiss-swollen lips open as he lent his husky voice to the air, the notch in his right eyebrow somehow so hot, the strong line of his jaw, his proud chin, his eyes a blue so gorgeous they almost hurt to look at as he turned his powerful gaze to her, his pupils dilated from arousal and pleasure.

Emerie shook in those moments as he leaned in, those intense eyes focused on her lips. He kissed her slow but deep, swallowing each other's cries. His tongue slipped hungrily into her mouth, like flame lapping at her insides. She held his face with one hand, thumb rubbing over where she'd slapped him, all while that kiss begged her to ride him. And she did, to the best of her ability…

Right up until he had her screaming.

Hemlock let her break the kiss as she came, her orgasm so completely shattering she forgot her name, but certainly couldn't forget his. The pleasure didn't just burst in her, it burned her straight down to the bone in waves so powerful it might as well have been the ocean of Kamino.

Everywhere they touched was pleasure so intense it soon became rough, and somehow still downright wonderful. The shower, her body, and their shared exertions had him nearly burning like a brand against her.

Usually he kriffed her as she came, but for the moment he stayed deep in her. He even prised her hand from his chest, something liquidy hot beneath her nails, to bring her hand down to the hardness of him in her, the solid bulge. They felt it together, his scarred hand splaying out against hers, against her abdomen. All the while she shook and trembled on him, screaming, sobbing.

Hemlock cursed, voice low in her ear, and then he pushed up harder, throbbing inside her contracting walls. All of her became nothing but liquidy heat as she felt the delicious, burning of his release in her. His muscles pushed up against her, swollen balls that were nice and soft beneath her thighs lifting, lifting… Hemlock cried out through gritted teeth, body tensing against her own.

"Look at me," he growled out.

Emerie was too lost to heed his desperate demand.

"Look at me," he begged, voice a throaty moan that seemed to caress her everywhere.

Emerie's breath hitched as she opened her eyes, as their gazes locked. Oh, he was beautiful when he came, the pleasure in his gaze seeming to become one with her own. Seeing his eyes when he was like this, when she was overloaded with wave after wave of pleasure stronger than any pain she'd ever known, brought all sorts of desires to the forefront that she hadn't known existed: she wanted to ride him in any way she could, wanted to hurt him till he finished, wanted him to worship her breasts with his mouth, wanted his back to be the one that arched like hers did, wanted his cock to hurt from post-orgasm oversensitivity, wanted to literally measure how much cum he could give her.

When their muscles began to relax, they moaned each other's names, pulling the other into a deep kiss.

Her chest heaved against him as she panted and cried out as he lifted her, his slowly-softening cock pulling out of her. A final shudder passed through her, and she began to realize she felt too worn out to stand. And sitting on him made her aware of how she ached and throbbed, but she couldn't help but writhe from it, wriggling her hips.

Hemlock moaned into her mouth, and pulled back to pant out, "Don't do that. Not unless you're more masochistic than I thought and want to be kriffed again."

Emerie nodded, wrapping her arms around him, and resting her head against his chest. Wow, she really had to catch her breath from him, but it pleased her immensely that he had to do the same. As she put a hand over his fiercely beating heart she realized there was blood on him.

She frowned, pulling back, and looked at the small wounds, and then her nails.

Blast, that can't be good.

"Sorry, I… didn't mean to do that," she said.

"I believe the back of my neck was bleeding several minutes ago, as well."

Emerie pulled back in shock, and almost slipped off of him.

Thankfully he caught her.

"I won't punish you, not directly anyway," he assured her. "You should know by now I thoroughly enjoy pain. Though as for the slap, hit me somewhere clothes can hide next time. I'll be answering questions all day about, hmm, let's see… a prisoner's wrist restraint breaking."

Emerie was about to apologize when she noticed his scarred left hand gripped her ass more firmly. She certainly did not mean for a shiver to run down her entire spine, but alas, one did so, and he certainly felt it.

To her surprise he didn't take this opportunity to lower his voice and tease her in a way that meant he was about to do something to get her off again.

"How about tonight I let you massage this hand?"

"Are you being literal or…?"

His right eyebrow raised.

"Are you implying I'm implying that your nice cunt could give my aching fingers a proper massage?"

"No. No. I mean…"

He laughed, leaning in to brush his nose against hers.

"I was being mostly literal, but you are turning into a proper whore." His thumb rubbed circles over her hip.

Emerie blushed to her ears, making Hemlock laugh again. It had her joining him for a moment or two.

He spanked her, and she wrapped her arms around his neck so she wouldn't fall with her shocked jump. And then she cried out at all her weight being back on him. An ache radiated throughout her entire pelvic floor and into her thighs, joining the throbbing that went up into her lower abdomen.

His brows lowered in concern, eyes big, which somehow made his lips look more kissable.

"Ah, you're hurting—"

"From you."

"Well, I'll take it as a compliment you wanted me to kriff you like that. And I know I'm a busy man, but I should have time to administer some medication and get you some ice."

He'd never offered to do so before, but perhaps the truth was he'd never been this rough on her body before.

"I can manage it."

"At least let us argue over it while I get us cleaned up."

"Oh… uh…" Blast, he was making her say those filler words all too often lately.

Though the argument could hardly begin as Hemlock had to help her to her feet and make sure she didn't double over directly under the stream of water.

Maybe it was her imagination, but the more time they spent together, the more affectionate he was. Was he actuallycapable of being this sweet, the man who often enjoyed pushing past the limits of comfort into screaming, thrashing agony? And had she always felt this sweet warmth in her chest when he looked at her, talked with her, held her? A sweet warmth that hardened already-unwavering loyalty?

Hemlock was quick about helping Emerie clean up, and even quicker with cleaning himself, clearly wishing to help her with pain relief more than anything.

Her muscles burned with fatigue by the time he was drying her. He settled for simply wrapping one of his plush, black towels around his waist so he could help her out and over to his bed. His bed had never looked so good.

Emerie groaned as she laid herself out on it, relieved and grateful as she sank into it.

"Should I be jealous?"

Too tired to realize what she was doing, she waved her hand at him, and said, "Go get me pain relief."

A small laugh left him. "Don't get too bossy."

"Go."

She supposed the perks of him being a scientist heavily dedicated to his work was that he already had drawers in his room of what he needed. There wasn't a freezer, but he did have one of those automatic chill pacs often used for quick things in the lab, and placed it between her legs for her.

Oh, the cold was so nice! She shifted, getting it placed better. She enjoyed the chill pac as Hemlock went about his other task.

Emerie opened her eyes because of the unmistakable clink of transparisteel she heard.

"Does it have to be an injection?" she complained.

"You of all people know it'll be stronger that way," he answered, focusing as he filled up the syringe.

Emerie frowned at the large volume.

"That's—"

His voice was hard as he said, "Intravenous, I'm aware. It's all right. I'm only helping."

Emerie sighed, her eyes sliding closed, as he readied one of the auto-injectors typically used in the military and med bays, probably for ease. Sterilization could often be skipped that way too.

In a few seconds, Hemlock put a knee up on the side of the bed, practically straddling her. It trapped her as well. She swallowed roughly, fingers curling in the comforter.

"Deep breaths."

She expected to feel the cylindrical tube against her skin at any moment, but was not expecting Hemlock to gently brush her hair aside. He leaned down, settling on her somewhat, kissing her neck.

"Last I checked kissing wasn't standard pain relief."

"You are correct, Dr. Karr."

She shifted, unable to help the little mm she let out at his praise, and the way his breath felt like a caress against her neck.

"I certainly wouldn't consider it standard pain relief, but it can help."

At that he placed an open-mouthed kiss to her skin, the tip of his tongue pressing against her ever so slightly.

A small sigh left her, and she accidentally found herself shifting so he had better access to her neck.

"Good girl," he breathed, voice as delectable as usual.

Still, Emerie blushed, not used to this phrase outside having sex (stars, she was still new to it while having sex).

"Royce!" she exclaimed.

"Yes?" he asked slowly.

Then she realized how ridiculous she was being.

"Never mind. I'm, ah, not used to you saying that yet."

"I suggest you get acquainted with it. Besides…" He paused to kiss her neck nice and slow, making her rub her thighs together around the chill pac. "I can tell you enjoy it. Be a good girl for me now, Emerie.

She inhaled deeply, knowing what was coming next.

He put a large hand on the side of her head, and rested more of his weight on her, holding her down. Emerie reached for his forearm as she whined.

"Deep breaths," he reminded her.

She found the task difficult, but tried her best.

A frightened whine left her of its own volition as he pressed the injector against her neck.

"Exhale."

Emerie forced what breath she had out, as the needle pressed against her skin. In less than a second it had punctured her skin, and now made its way into her neck. Her grip on his arm tightened, as did her grip on his comforter. Her core tensed, shoulders rising.

If only she could drag herself away.

"Nearly there."

The needle stung and ached to a point she could barely take, and then she began to burn as the medicine went in.

Emerie tried to cry out, but her voice seemed stolen, only small, breathy sounds catching in her throat. Her inhale was like air sawing through her, and her face screwed up as she tried to hold in a scream. It came out as a rough squeal.

"Done," Hemlock proclaimed, pulling the needle out, and replacing it with two fingers.

Warm fuzziness immediately began to fill her, her body going limp, hand dropping to the bed. She hoped this wasn't… too… strong.

I can… I… want…

"Your body just needs some time to process it first. You'll be well in a few minutes."

She tried to hold his hand, but gave up as it was still a struggle to move.

"Rest while I dress."

She let her eyes close, her breaths evening out, core relaxing as she became free of most of her pain.

Hemlock was right of course, and soon she could move, her thoughts forming full sentences.

In another minute she could sit up, and certainly used that opportunity to watch him pull his trousers on, getting a side view of him.

Hemlock glanced at her once he straightened.

"Tell me I didn't administer too much and that look does not imply you're about to ravish me."

"I think you'd like it if you did."

He tugged his black tunic on, putting on his belt next, as he came over to her.

"Perhaps don't speak overmuch today," he suggested.

Emerie tugged on his belt, and he let her. She looked him up and down, and couldn't help but admire his unkempt hair.

"Why? Are we that scandalous?"

Hemlock ran a hand through his hair as though he were stressed. All she could really notice was how tight-fitting that made the tunic on his arm, and how good his his hair looked through his fingers.

My mouth is still working well enough for him. I could—

She stopped herself. The medicine was clearly affecting her brain to some degree.

"To some, most likely," he answered. "That, and your inhibitions are clearly lowered. Though I trust you can carry on with your assignments today? I'd be disappointed if you couldn't."

Emerie frowned. She'd be ashamed if rough intercourse and a drug kept her from her work.

"I will be fine."

"Exceptional. Though, I strongly recommend dressing yourself first."

Emerie blushed, and let go of his belt. She went about getting dressed, but kept looking at him, lost in his movements as he shrugged his coat on, and carefully put on a clean, leather glove over his left hand. Want surged in her abdomen from the glove. Blushing, she went back to dressing.

They took care of their hair together, Emerie so mesmerized she almost forgot to put hers up. She got lost in watching him shave, as well, wanting to bite his jaw.

Emerie enjoyed going through a morning routine with him. It was far less lonely than what she had been used to for all her life, and she would hang onto that if she could. So when Hemlock suggested breakfast be brought to his office for them she jumped at the opportunity. Yes, they would of course have their usual morning meeting while eating, but it was klicks away from grabbing something quick from the mess and eating either at a table in a corner somewhere, or taking it back to her small room.

After putting in the passcode for Emerie to get through his safeguards, they left together. She itched to hold Hemlock's hand but remembered what he had said about them being scandalous.

He was more than likely correct about that. Maybe it was the medicine's doing but that put a small smile on Emerie's face.

Scandalous. She liked it.

Though surely nothing could be as scandalous as how big he was, how much he stretched her and filled her, how deep he reached. As they walked, she had her hand against her lower abdomen, missing the hardness of him in her beneath her hand. Emerie was sure Hemlock noticed.