Oh, what trouble we seek and find (Baba/Hank log, complete) Warning: Slightly adult content.
Frustration was not the word for it. Anger wasn’t either. Sadness, loss, so many other emotions warred within the little body. There was a definite need for satisfaction; the meeting with the girl had not gone at all how she had hoped or expected, and she still didn't know what that was. That she felt anything at all would set off the emotions once more, and she’d feel lost. This was not how she should feel; this was not what her path dictated, even when she was the one choosing the way.
Rather than go back to her cabin, which had showed but could feel its mistress’ anger, the crone started off across the park. She didn’t run; she didn’t fly. She walked. Rather determinedly. She knew where she wanted to go, and while it took longer than she liked, still, she found the damn tower where the heroes liked to stay. She didn’t need the City to know this.
She didn’t pay attention to any security measures, cameras or otherwise. A little bit of magic could short circuit much, and she had no problem doing so. It helped matters that this was not her first time to here. She wanted to see her bouncing blue beauty of a boy, and she wanted to see him now.
“Henry?” Her soft hand rested on the door; she would stop at his lab door, not before.
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Hank was still tinkering with the image inducer. He was almost completed with the first feasible model, in fact, and had solved the electrocution issue. Now it was just about perfecting the image itself.
The spoken name made him pause and turn around in his seat, pulling his glasses down his nose. “Red?” he said, clearly surprised. No alarms had gone off and he didn’t see any of the League standing near her. Then again, he got the feeling that those types of securities didn’t stop Red normally.
He stood. “Come in, come in...” he wouldn’t ask about how she got into the building. He really didn’t want to know, though he’d look into the security systems later to make sure nothing was wrong with them. “It’s been a while. How are you?”
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The sundress was a little light for the weather that still had a bit of a nip to it at times, and the sandals showed off her perfectly pedicured toes. She seemed quite comfortable. Her large eyes looked around at his lab; it seemed so different now that he had made it more his own. Also that ever single surface that could did reflect the large blue furry creature that probably despised every one of those reflections.
“Mm, I suppose I am as well as can be expected. You? How are you coming along?” She moved slowly about the lab, meandering toward him. Her fingers hovered over surfaces without touching them.
“Are you looking after yourself?” She came a few steps closer before stopping, just out of reach.
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Hank watched her carefully, yellow cat-like eyes taking in more detail than they might have before his transformation. “I am... this.” He gestured to himself. He wasn’t surprised that she knew what to expect. He knew she’d been around at some point after waking up with her blanket around him in the woods, and Eric would have told her even if that had just been some odd coincidence.
He noted her stopping some distance away and sighed, rubbing his cheek slight with the back of one hand as he put down the tool in the other. “Yes, I am looking after myself. And were I not I’m certain Eric would pop up again to do it for me.” He was still irritated by the vampire’s hovering.
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“You do not like that Eric looked after you?” Her head tilted, her eyes widened for a moment. She took a step closer; she wasn’t at all bothered by how he looked. She found it very interesting. For the moment, she was trying to give him space.
“Is it the fact that he is male, vampire, or the one you perceive to be out for you in some fashion?” She absently, or not so absently, licked her lips. “He knows that I would be put out if you came to any harm.” She took another step closer.
“He knows that I would be quite cross, murderously so, if you were harmed in some way that he did not attempt to avoid, prevent, or alter. And, he does many times wish me to be happy, or at least not murderous.” She smiled softly up at the hulking brute. “Of course, you probably don’t like me to say such things, my beautiful blue hero.”
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“Coming out of a feral state to find yourself in the company of a dangerous vampire is not my ideal morning, no,” Hank said patiently. No, he didn’t like that she would speak well of him, or that she trusted him, or that they had some type of relationship going on. The rest of her accusations about him were more or less true as well, but he wouldn’t admit to them outright.
“I was not in the mood to be babysat. Whatever his intentions were, they were not something I wanted to concern myself with at the time. That was all.”
The ‘beautiful blue hero’ comment made him squirm inwardly slightly, more out of confusion than anything else.
“I’m not a hero,” he said softly, looking back at his work. He’d done one brave thing in rescuing Lois from a plummet to her death. Other than that there was little in his life that he’d done that was noteworthy.
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“You are, my dear. You fight it, just as you fight everything else inside. If it is not quantified, codified, categorized, broken down into little bits for you to examine, it makes you quite unhappy, doesn’t it?” Finally her small hand rested on his forearm before sliding, almost petting the blue fur, up to his shoulder. Her hand slid over his shoulder to his neck then the back of his head; if he hadn’t been seated, she never would be able to touch him this way. Her body pressed softly against his arm as she looked up at him.
“My poor boy.” She finally grabbed his arm and turned him to face her, her lips pursed for a moment. She climbed up to his lap without invitation. She fit so nicely there, didn’t she?
“You are working too hard, aren’t you?” Her hand found his jaw and scratched absently for a moment; he’d seemed to have liked it earlier, when he was very animalistic.
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“I only speak for my actions,” he frowned. Heroes were heroes for what they did, not what was inside them. Granted the ones with noble intentions were thought better of, but nobody would be called a hero just for being a good person. It was all about results.
Her hand on his arm prevented him from arguing too much, however. And then her hand traveled up, and he found it quite comfortable. He was less skittish about body contact now, that was for sure, though when she climbed into his lap his eyes widened.
“Er, Red-” his sentence was cut off when she started scratching under his chin. It was almost like a spell itself, and his eyelids quickly dropped halfway. He put a hand to her hip, still attempting to urge her off, but there was no strength in it and within moments a deep, rumbling purr started up in his chest, clawed hand resting on her slender frame.
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The crone shifted her way on his lap, squirming rather expertly, so that she was now facing him, her legs loosely wrapped around him. Her hands, both, were now working at either side of his jaw. The purring was exactly wanted, perhaps needed, to hear.
“Now, dear boy, tell me why Eric is not to your liking?” Before he could say anything, her hips rolled to let him know that she was certainly not sitting in any way that was lady like. “I believe it is time we address the situation, for I cannot have you at odds with him. I would not like to think what you might do to him now.” There was a slight smile on her lips.
“I would hate for you to get hurt when he could be a boon to you if you know the truth.” She leaned in and placed a soft kiss to the tip of his nose. Her hips rolled again as if she were now trying to get comfortable, or more comfortable. “But, that is no matter.”
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Hank would hate to admit it later on, but he was rather incapacitated by her movement on his lap and hands at his throat. Everything about her, her size, her scent, her fearlessness in touching him... everything made him want to be closer to her, and to keep her there. Not to mention the repeated rolling of her hips in his lap was stirring another reaction from him. A soft groan escaped from between the purring even as the deep, reverberating sound grew.
“What is there to like? He toyed with me, humiliated me, then later attacked my friends, and who knows who else. His politeness and speeches are fine, but he’s... he’s not a good man,” he said, speaking mostly because she commanded him to. He didn’t have a mind for lying now, and would have been uncomfortable with it even if he hadn’t had more pressing matters keeping his attention. Literally.
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“He is not a bad man either. No matter how much you might wish it.” As she scratched his jaws, she softly pulled his head down, so that she could rub his cheek against his. Her body continued to rock against his. It was cruel, but she needed him compliant and very much out of his head. When he thought too much, he thought too deeply. He needed to learn that his instincts could be much more interesting, as well as his more animalistic tendencies.
“He is a creature different from you, from me, from any of your friends. He acts as he is made; that does not make him bad. It makes him vampire.” She nuzzled at his jaw before biting softly at the skin beneath the fur. One hand petted over his shoulder, while the other continued to scratch. “If he comes to harm by your friends, I will be forced to seek revenge. I do not wish this. I see no reason why we cannot coexist.”
Her free hand, the one replaced by her nuzzling, slid down between them and caught the end of his shirt. “Why do you confine yourself with all these clothes?” She started to pull his shirt up, her nails softly raking at his belly.
“I do not want to hurt any of yours, my darling boy.” She bit softly again. “You must understand this.”
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Her actions were certainly keeping him compliant, and his other hand went to her hip as well as the first slid down and cupped her buttocks, if anything encouraging the rocking. He nuzzled her back, the small bite to his skin making him rumble audibly, though he wasn’t losing himself completely in the moment so long as she was threatening his teammates.
Her last statement in particular caught his attention and his stopped, breathing heavier than he last remembered it being, catching her hips and and holding her still as his eyes flickered open. One hand reached up and caught her chin, and he suddenly felt very torn between what he knew the League to be planning and his loyalty to her. He didn’t want her to fight the League either, it just wouldn’t work out well for anybody.
“Red...” he said quietly, then scrunched up his face as he tried to get his wording out properly. “I’m not a hero, but they are. And I am a doctor. So long as Eric is out there, attacking the innocent... he will be on the list to be dealt with. We could only coexist if he were to cease feeding or forcing himself upon the unwilling.” Red was powerful. The League was still struggling to find any type of weakness in Eric, while he was getting more powerful. To fight him and allies like the little woman in his lap... well, few of the League were what Hank would consider actual friends, but they were all well meaning and good people. He didn’t want to see any of them hurt.
“You could convince him to stop,” he said, the idea coming to him at once. He looked at her beseechingly. “And I could talk to the League. I’m sure there are those in the City who would be willing to... I don’t know. Whatever he does. If he only played with those who could and would consent to him, they’d have no reason to fight him.” Or her.
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The crone laughed softly. He was strong, and he was so very eager to save them all. He was reacting very nicely to her...attentions. She looked into his eyes, seeing that they were no longer the boy’s eyes as before. There was something else there.
“The scientist, the song bird - are not innocents. You are the closest to an innocent, and even you are not as innocent as you’d think. You have played a god with yourself. You try to circumnavigate nature. There is only one innocent in all of this damned City, and I assure you, he is not harming her.” She nearly spat this out. There was a hint of magic, which could be confused for electricity in the air, with her frustration. “Feeding does not harm. And, darling, if you were as old as he, you would be less...less what you demand of him as well.”
There was a soft smile as she leaned back, stretching. The material of the sundress was thin, and as she stretched, he might see just how little she wore under it. Then again, he could probably guess by now she wasn’t worried about being proper.
“Would you kill a lion for hunting gazelle? For being good at what it does? For hunting according to its nature? Or a hyena - who many find less noble than the goodly lion who does nothing more than wait for the females to bring him food and procreate?” She looked at the doctor, brow raised. “Because he was once human long ago, he is expected to still act like one and hunt as you and your League has decided?”
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It was certainly difficult to concentrate when she was sitting on his lap and stretching that way. His gaze fell down but he pulled it back up, doing his best to keep his mind on the conversation at hand.
“If a lion was trapped in the area and hunting humans, yes, it would be put down,” Hank said. Perhaps not by himself, but by others. And he would support it if there were no alternatives. He frowned and leaned forward. “Perhaps not innocent in all areas, but that does not mean it’s acceptable for them to be hunted and toyed with. Just because he’s more powerful. He is also sentient, and not ruled by instinct alone. He proved that to me when we first met.”
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“Mm. You still wish him to act by your ideas of morality. You wish everyone to fit into a set of rules that simply do not fit for everyone. He will know you are looking to...police him. I will not hide this from him, and he will act as he wishes with this news.” The crone sat up, her face so very close to his. Her hands returned to his jaw, rubbing, and if he wasn’t holding her still, her hips would begin to roll ever so softly.
“I do not like that you feel you should hunt him because he made you feel, brought about emotions you did not like, as this is the basis for the very way others have treated you. I do not like that you cannot open your mind to see that there is always something more to be found because I know it is in you. Your mind wants answers, yet in this, you scratch only at the surface.” She was truthful, and her body had stopped moving. She simply held his head so that he could not look away.
“The methods you may not appreciate, but he could help you if you let him. Unlike your League,” a hand left his face to motion to the building around them. “cannot take you at your most primal, and you must meet yourself there before you can go further. Your League, and any other who may help, cannot hunt with you, or stop you should you lose your way completely. Oh, I am sure they are very adept - they did bring down a huge monkey. But, you are not a monkey, my boy. Your mind and your body are far more interesting than some gargantuan. Eric will help you with both, and it wouldn’t hurt you if he admires it beyond what you are accustomed. You set limits, and if he pushes them, then you push back or you grow. You adapt. You become more.”
Her smile grew slightly. “I must admit, I am curious as to what the two of you could do to my body together.” Her hips pressed hard down into him as she gave a very low moan at the thought of it.
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“I’m not looking to police him. I’m looking to protect others from him,” he murmured. He whimpered slightly as she started to move again, and leaned up, kissing her neck. He was having a harder and harder time resisting her. “He attacked my friend, that’s why I want him hunted down. I was angry about what he did to me but... I got over that. I am over that.”
His hips moved up as hers pressed down and he let out a groan, breathing starting up again. His hands moved down to her thighs, brushing the soft flesh there as he leaning in, kissing and then nipping at her neck, one burly arm encircling her and pulling her up against his body. The comment about he and Eric going at her simultaneously might have made the mild mannered boy gasp or pull away at any other time, but right now he was rapidly giving into the animalistic urges she was pulling out of him.
“Red...” he groaned, fingers digging into her slightly. He wanted to throw her down and rip the clothing from her body, to have her completely, but there was still a small part of him fighting it. After all, he especially didn’t want to hurt her.
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She cried out as he pulled her closer, and it was followed by a low moan. Her body moved with his, closer, tighter. She wasn’t pushing him away, and she might have laughed without a hint of condescension. She was enjoying herself.
With her name, or that name, the crone’s hands were on either side of his head again, and using a little bit of magic, she lifted his head. Just enough to look in his eyes; her smile was hungry, just as hungry as those eyes that seemed to be so very deep and knowing.
“All you have to do is ask.” Her legs were already wrapped around him and the back of his chair, and it suggested she was more than limber enough to wrap almost anyway she could around him.
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He growled lowly, a sign of the beast inside overcoming the nervous teenager. “I want you,” he grunted, pulling her against him again and shifting his hips, running his tongue up the smooth curvature of her neck. It wasn’t exactly asking, but there really wasn’t enough of his cognitive mind to draw the difference at the moment.
He could feel her heat through her dress, pressing very nicely against his own newly shaped sweatpants. He could smell her desire too, and it was starting to push him to where words wouldn’t mean anything at all.
It was plain that he’d already forgotten about the vampire.
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The crone hadn’t forgotten about the vampire; she knew he’d enjoy the story later. He might even ask for graphic detail, which she knew would be quite the fuel to a certain fire. For now though, she gave into the beastly desire. Hopefully the League had put down insurance on the place, or the doctor could find more supplies.
The crone being rather experienced and adventurous, there was little she said ‘no’ to, and the blue boy did seem very willing to try a good deal. Eric’s blood made healing a little easier, so any damage done by the claws wasn’t as bad as it might first seem. By the end of it, and the crone hadn’t bothered to look at the clock to see when the end came, she found herself without any useful clothing, bits of it in shreds all over the lab. She also found herself surrounded by a snoring ball of fur.
“My, my, you are spirited.” She ached, and it wasn’t from age. The boy’s inexperience had been somewhat covered by his willingness and his animal drive; she’d been pleasantly surprised for most of the experience. With a sigh she softly petted at the slightly matted fur, her eyes taking in the damage they’d done as well as looking for something she could wear out. She didn’t feel too put upon, as he seemed to have lost what he was wearing permanently too. It evened out she supposed.