Jessica Drew | Arachne (notaskrull) wrote in marvel_united, @ 2009-12-06 22:20:00 |
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Entry tags: | arachne, black knight |
Who: Dane Whitman & Jessica Drew
NPCs: n/a
When: 12/06/09 (after Jess is back from this)
Where: MI:13 Headquarters/White Hall area, London, England
What: Jessica is frustrated after her mission with Cap and decides Dane is going to help her relieve said frustration-- whether he likes it or not.
Rating: PG-13 (for swearing and sexual situations)
It was -- interesting having the S.H.I.E.L.D. agents around. Dane rather liked hearing some American voices around, and the other agents seemed rather nice, or nice-ish. Honestly Dane hadn't interacted with them all that much since they had arrived -- he wasn't avoiding them, or harboring any hard feelings about what had happened in America. He was simply busy.
He had paperwork to fill out, so much paperwork. And the results of some of the tests he had run on the Ebony Blade to study. And quite frankly he didn't want to talk about the Ebony Blade with them. Or talk about magic with them. Dane hadn't believed in magic until it had entered his life, via the ghost of Sir Percy. And he still didn't really understand the how of magic, which drove him a bit nuts.
Dane had been a scientist, a physicist before, and he wanted magic to have rules. And it didn't seem to it. It just ... seemed to be all magical creatures who just showed up out of nowhere like the Gremlins, and than disappeared. Or it was vampires, like Jacqu was. Or it was all wrapped up in the disappearance of Brian ....
So no. He didn't want to to talk about magic with the S.H.I.E.L.D. agents, and since magic was now a very large part of his life, he was making sure that he was busy.
Walking down one of the halls in the MI:13 headquarters, Dane had his iPod in his pocket, but only had one of his earbuds in his ear. He was listening to a James Rollins audio book. He had use to read those novels for something nice, and light, and fun to read. He wasn't finding them that fun anymore. A secret government agency that combined science, magic, and mayhem? Yeah. Too close to reality right now, thanks. Still, he had the audio book on his iPod and he was half listening to it as he walked down the hall.
Okay, so things had gone passably well. Not perfect but good enough. Jessica knew that intellectually and, yet, she still felt lingering frustration boiling in her stomach. She hated that they'd come so close to keeping everything covert only to have it blow up in their faces. In the end they'd been facing Doctor fucking Doom. And more than one hostage had been hurt!
All she really wanted was to go home and sulk-- and maybe have a drink or six. But no. Jessica was still on the S.H.I.E.L.D. mission in London and dealing with AIM, and she wasn't going to be able to sleep in her bed for days yet. And a bubble bath was definitely out of the question. The guest quarters were clean but... yeah, no. Definitely not.
Her expression was tight as she stalked through the halls, trying to figure out the best way for her to relax. There had to be something in this place that would relieve her frustration, right?
Jessica knew better-- she knew she should pay more attention. This wasn't her agency and the agents here didn't know to look out for her when she was scowling. So when her shoulder bumped something solid, she sprang back in surprise. "Oh, I'm--" It was Whitman. Just standing there like he wasn't ridiculously handsome. "Uh... hi?"
What the hell, Drew? God she needed to get this shit under control before her body embarrassed her more than she already was. (Or worse.)
Dane was listening to the narrator of the audio book describe the latest mess that Gray and Monk had gotten themselves into. He was so caught up in the action that was being described that he didn't realize that he wasn't the only one in the hall. Than someone bumped into him, and well that brought him back into the real world.
Reaching into his pocket he paused his iPod, and than used his other hand to pull his earbud out of his ear.
"Agent Drew. Hello. Are you --- lost?" He doubted it, the MI:13 Headquarters wasn't as labyrinth as the S.H.I.E.L.D one was. Or at least it didn't seem as labyrinth as the bits of S.H.I.E.L.D that he had seen. "Or are you looking for someone?" He could be polite, and help the Agent find whatever she might be looking for, if she was indeed looking for anything.
Jessica's face fell, and she looked down. Although, sad as it was to admit, it was probably an improvement from the deer-in-headlights thing she'd been sporting. Still Agent Drew-- Whitman couldn't even call her by her first name? (Never mind that she called him by his last name in her mind; that was self-preservation, damn it! It was so not the same thing.)
"No, no," Jessica said quickly. "I was just..." she gestured aimlessly around, "walking." Nice. Way to kill an ending. "And not paying enough attention, obviously."
Suppressing a sigh, she tried to be satisfied that he didn't seem to be holding a grudge about what'd happened in New York. It didn't do much good, though, and the frustration inside of her began boiling again. Where did he get off being all handsome and serious and perfect.
Ugh! God! This was so pathetic. She ought to just--
Jessica's eyes dilated a little, and she felt a familiar sensation rush through her.
Oh crap. (Cue the deer in headlights thing again.)
Biting her lip, Jessica did her best to calm the pheromones threatening to release. Fuck. She hadn't been this attracted to a guy in a damn long time. "Um, I, uh..."
Screw it. Why was she bothering to keep it bottled up? Obviously she wanted this on more than one level; she ought to just go for it, right? It wasn't like she had any better ideas on how to feel better, either. What was the worst that could happen?
(Well, actually, that probably wasn't the best idea. But whatever. Still going for it.)
Jessica took a breath, looking up at Dane through her lashes. (No point in calling him Whitman anymore, it obviously wasn't helping.) "I guess I was just a little distracted," she told him, moving closer. "Frustrating mission." She used one hand to grab his shirt and pull him closer. "Mind helping me with that?" she asked in a breathy voice.
Dane called her 'Agent Drew' in an effort to be polite, that was all. And he had rather spaced out, and not been paying attention when all of the details of this inter-agency cooperation idea had been laid out. If they had been asked to call the S.H.I.E.L.D agents something other than 'Agent Last-Name' well than Dane had missed that.
Nodding his understanding about her just going for a walk, Dane was ready to step to the side of the hallway and let her pass. You know, being polite and all in the name of showing that S.H.I.E.L.D and MI:13 could get along, and not go locking each other up in brigs. All right, perhaps he was still feeling a bit snitty about that whole thing.
Distracted he also understood, and same with frustrating missions. He was going to offer some polite general sympathy, and than Agent Drew was very much in his personal space, and grabbing a hold of his shirt. And Dane realized, the time for being polite had very much passed by.
For a second he had wondered when she grabbed his shirt if she was going to do some crazy S.H.I.E.L.D thing, and try and toss him into the wall or something. Perhaps she was here not to work with MI:13 but take them all down. That would be embarrassing, although Dane felt his hand twitch, and knew that the Ebony Blade was right there on his back in it's sheath. Should it come to it, he was sure that he could --
No. There was not going to be any violence here today. Besides, Dane's brain had caught up with current events, and he was now sure she was not going to try and toss him into a wall.
"I'm sorry you had a frustrating mission." He tried to keep his tone nice and level, best not to antagonize the person who had a hold of your shirt and was some sort of super S.H.I.E.L.D agent. "But I'm afraid that if your looking to -- blow off some steam -- that your best bet would be the gym." He reached up a hand and placed it over hers, and tried to remove her hand from it's grip on his shirt.
Damn it, why did he have to be so fucking polite? Jessica let go of his shirt-- mostly because he seemed a little concerned (or even freaked out?)-- but didn't move away. Instead, she unzipped her high necked S.H.I.E.L.D. uniform just far enough to get a little air. (And, okay, show a little cleavage.) "Yeah, I don't think that's going to work for me," she told him with wide, imploring eyes.
"See, I don't know if you know this but you," here Jessica poked her pointer finger into his chest, "are rather ridiculously good-looking." Seriously, there ought to be laws against having a face and ass like his. It was just un-fucking-fair. "I've tried to ignore it-- to pretend I haven't noticed-- but see I'm frustrated and would really rather shag." She smirked a little. "Now if at all possible."
Seriously now. Because those pheromones-- they really wanted to come out and they only ever did that when it was serious business. Jessica couldn't let them, though, because if they did, she'd have to keep on being frustrated. Otherwise Dane might wake up from the pheromone induced haze and realize that, fuck, he hadn't wanted that at all. She couldn't do that to someone. It wasn't right.
Sure, she occasionally used them in missions when she found a mark particularly attractive or a woman particularly annoying but that was different. Jessica would only lead the men on-- never anything more; that was a line she refused to cross. They would simply remember her as an inexplicably attractive phantom and nobody would be hurt... by the pheromones, anyway.
Dane just ... started at the S.H.I.E.L.D Agent that was in front of him. She had let go of his shirt which was nice, he appreciated that, but than she had gone and un zipped her uniform a little bit. Dance glanced down the hall, just in case there was someone there -- perhaps waiting to jump out and yell that he had been Punk'd, or Pranked, or something like that.
"Well you're -- you're a very attractive woman." Dane took a step back, feeling rather flustered. It was because of the whole her saying he was attractive, and than saying that she wanted to "shag". He was becoming very convinced that this was some sort of set up, or joke or something.
"But I'm --- your going to have to find someone else to ahh -- help you -- work out your frustrations." He made sure to look her in the eyes as he said that, although he was tempted to glance down. Because well she had unzipped her uniform a bit there, and Dane was a guy.
Jessica rolled her eyes. Very attractive? Seriously? She was laying it on thick, right? Maybe she was more out of practice than she'd realized. (Wisdom had been so much easier to pull. But then she'd heard he was a man slut in his day... and there had been booze involved. Ugh, maybe she should've suggested going to the pub first. But, seriously, how many guys turned down no strings sex? He did have a Y-chromosome, right?)
And then a horrifying thought struck her. "Oh, are you involved with someone?" she asked suddenly, flushing slightly. (It would make perfect sense!) "I'm sorry! I just thought-- your file didn't say anything-- er, not that it would unless you were married--" though S.H.I.E.L.D. liked to be extra thorough-- "and you're around here enough that I just assumed..." Jessica shook her head. This was mortifying.
"My file?" Now Dane was feeling a little more mortified. That was right, she had read his file, she knew all about him, and apparently his S.H.I.E.L.D file said that he was single. He wondered for a moment what else might be written in there about him. The F he had gotten on his first college paper? The things his teachers had always told would be on his "permanent record"? (So did S.H.I.E.L.D know for example that he had broken the window of his Elementary school with a soccer ball?).
But she kept talking and Dane felt a bit of relief that his file wouldn't say anything unless he was married. But than she said that he was around here enough and --- He really needed to get a life.
"I'm not involved with someone." Had an evil sword that sometimes encouraged him to do less than nice things. He wondered if that was in his file? He doubted it, since S.H.I.E.L.D had given him such a hard time about the sword. And than because he felt he knew what might be coming next; "And I'm not gay. But generally I go to dinner with someone before we ahh -- shag. Or know them for more than a few days ..."
It had been more than a few days, but really he didn't know Agent Drew!
Jessica blinked. Okay so he wasn't dating someone else. Her cheeks began cooling as her embarrassment waned, though her confusion was growing. If he was single, then why--? And before she could even have the thought, he confirmed he wasn't gay, either. (Of course, she'd sort of figured that much with the look he gave her chest.) Still, good to have confirmation, right?
Ah, so Dane was a prude. Jessica could work with that. (She hoped? Already her body was kicking back into pheromone producing mode.) "Okay, well, I've been here for more than a few days," she pointed out, stepping closer to him again. (Personal space was definitely overrated in this context.)
"But if you want to go to dinner, we can do that first," she conceded with a thoughtful tilt of her head. Then wet her lips and quirked an eyebrow. "Or second." She'd definitely prefer after but this was starting to skirt toward begging territory, and Jessica desperately wanted to cling to any shred of self-respect she had left. She touched his shoulder, lifting onto her toes and added in a breathy voice, "In the interest of inter-agency cooperation and everything."
Dane would have argued that he was cautious -- not a prude!
And she was back in his personal space, and touching his shoulder. Dane shook his head at her. "I don't think that that was the type of inter-agency cooperation, that our superiors had in mind." Yes, he was being a prude about this. But they were standing in the hallway, and he was still half convinced that this was some sort of elaborate joke or set up.
Of course he really couldn't go and suggest that she got talk to Wisdom. After all the man was writing wedding vows or something like that.
"If you'd like to go to dinner, I know a nice pub in the area. And I've got a lull in the paperwork." Dane got all that out while looking her in the eye. Until the very end where his eyes did drop down. Well she was standing right there, in his personal space, her uniform was unzipped a bit, and she was touching his shoulder. "So ahh -- Agent -- Jessica -- would you like to go get some food?"
Jessica rolled her eyes. Who cared what kind of cooperation their superiors wanted? The kind she wanted was a lot more fun!
Also, was it wrong that his reluctance was kind of a turn on? (Because she needed another one, right? Damn pheromones were about ready to start seeping out of her pores.) But there was something about chasing him down that was... hot. Like the fact that it wasn't easy would make her success that much sweeter-- if she was successful, that was. It wouldn't just be sex-- it'd be victory, as well.
Fuck, she wanted to know what he tasted like. That could not be considered normal. Jessica was officially getting into creeper zone here.
Dane's comment about a lull in paperwork earned him a raised eyebrow. If that was really the only reason he wanted to go, she was definitely doing something wrong. Except that his gaze did drop away right at the end, leaving the corners of her mouth to quirk up into a smirk. So he was a man underneath all the politeness. Perhaps there was still hope, after all...
"I could eat," Jessica acknowledged in a low tone, mostly to keep up the pretense for holding onto him, "but is that what you really want, Dane?" She lifted onto her toes and gave the sensitive skin right below his ear a little nip, lick and suck. She was feeling bold, apparently-- or more bold, depending on who you asked.
Her grip on his shoulder tightened just a little. "Because I know what I want," Jessica whispered into his ear, "and dinner is only going to table the issue for so long." Then she moved back just far enough to look him in the eyes, holding both shoulders for balance now because she was so very close. "Besides, I prefer to eat after exerting myself, don't you? It's so much more satisfying..."
Well she said she could eat, and that was encouraging -- maybe he could get her out of his personal space and they could go somewhere with people and talk. Because Dane didn't know her really, and he had to work with her. At least he had to work with her temporarily, so it wasn't like there was no chance of not seeing her again. So at least they could talk and -- then they could see what was going to happen. Dane was going to agree that yes, that was what he wanted: to go eat. As he sort of did .... when her mouth was on his neck, just below his ear, or rather her tongue was and it was just a moment, but it made his knees turn a bit jelly like. And it could be argued it had the same effect on part of his brain.
He registered that she was whispering in his ear, and he heard words. His brain pointed out: they were both adults -- and yes they where working together but she would be going back to the United States. An ocean between people could certainly help ease any awkwardness that might ensue after two people who were more or less strangers slept together.
"Agent Drew, I apologize." They where standing too close -- they where in the hall after all and who knew who could come walking by. "I know that information was provided to me in a briefing, but I can't recall where MI:13 has you staying." He reached out and brushed a piece of her hair, behind her ear, using that as an excuse to run a finger quickly along the skin under her ear. Turnabout was fair play, she was working on getting him all hot and bothered, he was going to try and reciprocate..
Oh good God, no! Jessica was about ready to shake him. (Or throw in the towel, just take a really, really long shower and pretend this day never happened.) How was Dane apologizing? Nobody in the world was that polite! It was not possible! It just... wasn't! And he was calling her Agent Drew again? Fucking hell.
Damn it, hadn't she had any effect on him at all? Because he'd had a really freaking huge effect on her. Even just the moment-- having a taste of his skin was like... well, it hadn't exactly done anything to calm her senses. Gah, it was almost enough to make her want to use the damn pheromones because damn it all she--
Wait. Wait. Hold the fucking phones. Had he asked her where she was staying? In a sort of weird, roundabout way... and he was touching her. So far Jessica had initiated all the contact between them.
His fingertips sent chills down her spine and it took all of her self-control not to jump on him right the and there. She settled for giving him a quick kiss on the lips; a taste of what's to come. (And it was delicious.) "That's okay," Jessica told him, biting her lip as she eyed him with thinly veiled excitement. She grabbed his wrist and began pulling him back the direction he'd come from. "Don't worry-- it's not far."
The kiss made him very glad that the room was not far. When she took a hold of his wrist, he wondered if she could feel his pulse which had very much picked up. Not far -- that was good. Dane had been rather set on going for dinner, but now that that was no longer first on the agenda, well .... he was glad that the room was not far. That and he was sure if he thought some more about this he would realize this was a Bad Idea. He didn't know her, really. And the few times he had done the random sleeping with a person thing, the morning after had been so awkward. And he didn't have to worry about seeing those people in meetings ...
Really Dane normally didn't engage in behavior like this. Which he supposed was part of what was making this ... interesting.
But they where still here in the hall, and he'd rather that his personal life not become fodder for any gossip who happened to walk by. So he quickened his step as they moved down the hall. She was holding his wrist, but Dane was keeping some space between them, just to try and keep some sort of sense of respectability. Granted had anyone seen the earlier goings on they would know the truth.
"This where you are staying?" Dane's tone was very polite as they came to a stop. Although he rather hoped that it was -- while he gathered from Jessica's actions earlier that she wasn't opposed to expressing interest in someone in the hall, Dane was. And so if this wasn't her room, well Dane hoped that it was a closet. And to think that he had wanted to go out to a pub. Well, he had changed his mind about that, now he was rather interested in playing with the zippier on Jessica's uniform.
Jessica cast covert glances back at Dane every so often as he seemed keen on maintaining a healthy distance between them. There was something almost anxious in his body language but, then, he did have to work here. She made a face at the thought of having her personal life land in S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters.
The walk to her room (for now, anyway) felt longer than she remembered but then they were in front of the door. Jessica spun to face Dane again, smiling coyly as she slid her hand from his wrist to hold his hand. The way he was looking at her made her blood boil and the urge to jump on him hit her once again. (She doubted he would argue, either.)
But this was their destination, so no point in giving anyone a show. "It is," Jessica confirmed with a nod, bouncing on her heels. The frustration she'd been feeling had given way to anticipation and she used her free hand to push open her door. Leading Dane, she backed into the room just far enough that he could close the door behind them. And then she did jump on him-- finally.
It was indeed her room, and now they where in it and -- the door closed -- thank god. No time was wasted with some sort of tour of the area -- which was fine with Dane. Now that the door was closed he was very much in approval of Jessica being in his personal space. And Dane wasted no time showing her how much he approved of her in his personal space, using his hands and kissing her. And not like she had kissed him in the hall, this was more urgent kissing, because hey, they where in her room, the door was closed, and it had been a while for Dane.
He hadn't realized how frustrated he had been feeling.
Finding the zipper of her uniform with his hand, Dane mentally sent up a prayer of thanks to whoever had come up with that contraption. So much better, and easier than buttons.
"Bless whoever designed this uniform." He muttered, before deciding to give up on the talking thing for a while.
This was much better than going to get food.