Who: Polaris, Britannic When: Friday, July 25th, 2008 (night shift) Where: Xavier's; the lab What: checking in Status: complete Rating: NC-17
It had been a few weeks since Brian's taboo acts had been exposed to the entire mansion and Lorna wanted to check up on him. Almost everyone had been speaking poorly of him, and frankly, she was beginning to tire of it, as she was sure Brian himself was as well. He'd made a mistake. Mistakes happen. As she walked down the hall to the lab, Lorna smiled to herself. Surely the boy would enjoy more lighthearted company than he'd received lately. When she entered the lab she noticed that Joe wasn't at his usual work station. He must've gone to rest for once. She found Brian a little further inside and a smile formed on her lips. "Dr. Braddock." she said with a smile in her voice as she approached him. "I hope you're having a good evening."
Unfortunately for the Brit, he had no such thing as sensitive hearing or any other receptive abilities, and he was therefore caught mid-shoot in his game of crumpled paper / waste can basketball. He'd made every shot until the green-haired maiden made her presence known. When she came into view, he flinched, missed, and the paper skidded across the white, tiled floor. Despite the slip up, he was happy to see a smiling face - especially one that he was so fond of. "Practicing my free throw," he muttered to her, offering a grin as he stood from his office seat, having swung his size sixteens down from his desk and went after the stray wad. "I hope you're not visiting due to an ailment?" he said while straightening back up. He placed his hands on his scrub-covered hips after losing the paper into the can and watched Miss Dane from across the lab. Why did they always look so foxy? Always.
Lorna laughed when Brian missed the rubbish bin. "No, no, I'm not ill or anything." she said after he'd picked the paper and deposited it in the trash, and she raised a hand in a dismissive gesture, "I just wanted to see how you were getting on." Her eyes moved over his scrubs and she smiled. He had grown into quite a man. "So how are you doing?" she asked, keeping her tone light.
"Fine, uhm, bored to tears, actually." He gave a half smile and pressed his right hand fingers against his forehead, while making a gesture at his office chair for her to sit with his left. "If you'd like to linger..." There wasn't much to do but talk to him and listen to the faint sound of equipment beeping. He realized he hadn't properly answered her question. "I've been fine, though." His tone hinted that he wasn't being completely honest, but there was a sincere smile flirting with the corners of his mouth. "What about Lorna?" his knee seemed to buckle all of a sudden and he rested his outer thigh easily against the edge of his own desk.
She watched him for a moment before she smiled. "I would love to linger. It's dull as a post upstairs." She'd finished grading all of her students assignments and had desired more mature company. Brian seemed just the ticket. "I'm glad." she responded to her fellow Brit before she moved to take the seat offered to her. "Me?" she asked with a smile, smoothing her white pencil skirt as she sat. "I've been wonderful. My father and I actually had a civilized conversation not too long ago." She noticed him lean against the desk for support. "Are you all right?" she asked, flipping her hair back behind her as it was in her way.
Brian gave the woman a sharp smirk when she mentioned the lack of liveliness up above ground. He couldn't blame her, but things felt dull every place, to him. Whoa - surprise, surprise. "Playing nice, is he, then?" Brian was a bit skeptical of most of the things Magneto had been doing - attacking his own, spending loads of alone time with the Professor, evidently speaking to Lorna... "I'm glad for you, though." He didn't want to sound too negative. People who still had their parents should try to get what they could from the relationship before there wasn't one any longer. "M'fine," he assured his ex-tutor. "I'll be even more fine when Piotr shows up with my dinner." His hands fell to his abdomen and he rubbed his fingers over the muscles. Underneath, his stomach growled with anticipation. Lorna was being a bit attentive to his needs, and while he appreciated it, the man couldn't help but be curious. If his well being came up again, he'd nail her on it.
"As nice as he can play, I suppose." Lorna said with a hint of sarcasm in her voice. Her father was a selfish man and would always look out for himself above anyone else and she knew it. She heard the tone in Brian's voice, so she decided to drop the subject. She didn't want to talk about her father, anyway. "What's he bringing you?" she asked, while her eyes shifted to where his hands were moving over his stomach. She envisioned herself running her own hands along his stomach, followed by her tongue. Whoa. Wait a second. Lorna shifted in her seat and brought her eyes up to look Brian in his blue ones. They were beautiful eyes, she noticed.
He nodded in understanding about Magneto. His mind wandered briefly; both the topics of 'play' and 'Magneto' gave him the urge to find a chess mate. Maybe he'd get Pete to humor him when his shift was through. "Russian's choice," Brian replied with a bit of a fretful look on his features. He cracked a smile, though and his eyes flicked over Lorna's frame then caught her own. She was eating him alive with her gaze. Gulp. His cheeks filled with air and he let it out slowly through pursed lips. "Suddenly I'm wishing he has trouble finding something..." He smirked, to let her know his comment was harmless - unless she didn't want it to be. Honestly, the green-haired woman could've taken him on his 18th. "Heh." He shifted his eyes with a bit of unease and replaced his hands on his hips, then met her gaze. She didn't look too put off. Well done, Braddock.
Lorna gave Brian a smirk of her own along with a spark of mischief in her eyes. So he had noticed her looking at him. And he looked a little uncomfortable. Well, she’d fix that. She stood up and walked the few steps over to him. He was gorgeous. "Will he bring you dessert, I wonder?" she questioned with a smile, as she lifted her hand to run a finger down the front of his shirt to where his scrub pants began.
"Decidedly not." Brian steadied his breath and kept his concentration there from the time she stood until she was touching him. Jesus. What was this about? The Brit had enough on his plate, and now Lorna was playing cat and mouse? "Lorna," he said to the chocolate-enthusiast, "I'd imagine you're far too sweet by this point for my taste," he was teasing a bit, and being a bit avoidant. He'd dealt with enough women and had enough common sense to know when one wanted to get frisky. The last person he'd slept with was Betsy, and he wasn't sure he... fuck. The last word he'd spoke was ringing in his ears. Taste. He was staring down at the strawberry sheen upon Lorna's plump lips and before he could stop himself, he switched his hands from his hips to hers and ducked his head, darting his tongue out and giving her lower lip a seductive nudge. His lips remained parted and centimeters from hers. "So I was wrong."
When Brian shifted his hands to her hips, she scooted closer to him, feeling the rock hardness of his abdomen as her fingers traveled to his chest. She smiled a little at his sweet comment. Oh, he'd learn how bittersweet she could be. It was like a shock when his tongue moved along her bottom lip. Dear Lord. "I think you'll find that I'm just the right flavor." Lorna whispered huskily, before she moved her head to press her lips tightly against his. Her hands moved to his scrub bottoms, where she slipped her fingers into the waistband, running her fingers along his hips and back to his buttocks, where she grasped it firmly as she pressed herself him.
Daaaaaaang. Well, Brian thought, the men of the 'X-Men' weren't the only ones who were a bit uncomfortable with being cooped up in the mansion with no one to date for a sixth month stretch. However, having realized he was standing in the middle of his work space with an attractive Englishwoman's hands grasping his cheeks under his pants, Brian couldn't help thinking 'what the hell am I doing?'. Their lips were locked and his hips were pressed against Lorna's, his hands keeping her from escaping the position. One thing could be said of the green-haired maiden; she knew what she wanted. Brian hadn't had a clue he was one of those things until now. "Lorna?" he asked, his tone breathy as he pulled out of the kiss and looked down into her sparkling, green eyes. "Should we be doing this?" He wasn't stupid, he just had a lot on his mind. Of course he wanted Lorna, but his heart wasn't in a position to be spread any thinner.
She sighed after he broke their kiss and she listened to his words. What the hell was she doing? Lorna hadn't come down there with the intent to rip off Brian's clothes and have her way with him. But the opportunity had presented itself (in her eyes, anyway) so she selfishly tried to take it. She could tell Brian was having some sort of internal conflict when she looked into his eyes. She removed her hands from his backside and moved them to cup the sides of his face. "Probably not." she admitted with a small, somewhat sad smile. The fire that had blazed within her a few seconds ago dwindled down to a small flame.
Beneath the thin layer of cloth that made up his pants, Brian's erection still raged. He was having an incredibly difficult time releasing Lorna, and he gave a heavy sigh when he finally did. "Yeah..." he drew in another breath and held it before taking a small step back, and his hand went to the stethoscope at his neck and pulled it down with one motion, letting it land on the desk he was still partially leaning against. If he was in some compromising position and someone were to walk in, or need medical attention, he wouldn't be able to recover - not after having let his close ones down only a few weeks before. It was during these thoughts that he felt a flash of heat run under the surface of the skin all over his body, and his eyes dropped to the bottom hem of Lorna's white skirt. Clean, white skirt. Her sun-tanned calves and stiletto heels seemed to slope for miles before they met the floor. His fingers grasped the bottom of his scrub top and pulled it up over his head, along with his white, sleeveless undershirt, revealing all of his torso and arms. His pants hung loosely across his hips, mostly being held up now by his ever-hardening erection. "Sod it." Brian's arms found their way around Lorna, this time with a hand cradling the back of her head and neck so as to control the intensity of the kiss he was moving in for.
Her eyes watched him as he removed the stethoscope from his neck. He could even make a simple motion like that sexy. Damn. Lorna couldn't help but grin when Brian ripped his shirt off, exposing his upper body. Her eyes then traveled downward to the obvious excitement at his hips. Lorna's own body was responding accordingly to the sight of Brian's (not to mention the dirty thoughts that were roaming through her mind). Her nipples had become sensitive and she felt an intense heat between her legs. Jesus. Had any other man made her feel that way that quick? She didn't think so. "Good god." she whispered, as Brian's hand found the back of her neck. She moved her arms to entwine him as he kissed her, and moved her left leg to rest in between both of his. He was so warm.
Brian's lips smirked against hers as they kissed, 'good god' was right. He pulled her closer still and his right arm held her to him at the small of her back so they met again at the hips, more tightly this time. Her leg moved between his and he let out a moan. He needed relief; and if it didn't come soon, he tear the bloody pants off. Despite all that, his hand firmly held its position at the back of her hairline, his fingers twitching and tugging now and again amongst the emerald locks. His head tilted downward and he moved to support her, then shifted her so she was partially over his desk, completely upheld by his arms. Whether her strappy shoes still touched the floor was anyone's guess. When he relaxed his hold, her butt was resting against the desk, and he pulled out of the kiss to allow his hands to trace down her hourglass figure where she was perched. That skirt was going to be the end of him. He took a stance between her feet, her knees still pressed together under the pressure of the skirt. Indeed, it needed to go. The good Captain lowered himself to one knee so that their eyes were closer to the same level, and his fingers curled around the bottom hem of her skirt, then tugged it upward, revealing more and more of her thighs as he went. His face was painfully close to her breasts at the point, so he took the opportunity to lean forward and breathe a hot shot of breath across her thin, summery top, just over her left nipple, then nuzzled the spot with his nose.
She let out a surprised sound against his mouth when he lifted her from the floor to sit on the desk. Lorna had to fight to keep her legs still as his hands ran down the curves of her torso. They were huge. She wanted them to touch her everywhere. She watched as Brian went down on one knee to be more on her level. How thoughtful. She laughed as he grabbed her skirt and yanked it over her hips, exposing the lacy thong that was underneath. When his warm breath moved across her nipple, she shuddered and moaned softly when it hardened and then sucked in a sharp breath as his nose brushed against it. Her hands moved to remove her shirt in one quick motion, revealing her bare breasts to the man who was leaning in so close. She then ran her fingers through his blond hair, bringing his head down to her chest once more.
Guh. Brian had barely lifted her skirt when he realized her top was absent and his face could easily nuzzle between her breasts. So he did. He pressed his face close into her cleavage and his hands came up to cup either side of her outer breasts. He breathed in the scent of her for a moment; her soft skin smelled sweet; no lie. He released her left breast so that his right hand could roam the long stretch of her upper thigh, while his mouth set to the dirt job of teasing at her right breast and the hard nipple at its center. While he squeezed down on the right, he gave the soft flesh a hard nip with his teeth and quickly shifted his mouth to the left, giving the nipple a flick with his tongue, then sucking the thing into his mouth. His fingers still worked on the opposite side, pinching and tugging. His hand had found its way to her inner thigh, and Brian shifted his torso so that he could reach better between her legs. The back of his fingers ran along the lace that covered her lips. She was already a bit moist. With that knowledge in mind, he surrendered his attack on her chest and his hands clamped down on her upper thighs and pried them apart. No time for coaxing.
God damn. She squirmed around beneath him as his hands and mouth entertained her aching nipples. Her chest was rising and falling more rapidly as her breath came in short pants due to her growing excitement. When Brian's hand moved between her thighs and brushed against her wetness ever so softly, her hips jerked of their own accord. As he brought both hands to her upper thighs she moaned her want: her need.
Brian smiled, oozing sensuality and quite pleased with the reactions he was getting from his former teacher. By God. Thinking of it that way just made it even sexier. His hips began to rock where he was knelt on one knee, and he lowered his right leg down so he was kneeling before her, as though he were at a shrine. She was a sight to take in, and he leaned back for a moment to do just that before planted his left hand firmly against her sternum. His fingers tickled at her collar bones and his thumb kneaded upwards against her right breast, but he was pushing back on her body, urging her to lay. Once he was satisfied, he turned his attention to her thighs once more, and he spread his legs to help lower himself closer to the floor and to the level of her hips. His arms angled upwards so that he could run his toward her center, starting at her knees, and when they came together, his hands grasped the place where legs met hips and his thumbs sat side-by-side, kneading the space between her legs. The right thumb moved expertly to slide underneath the sheer material and pulled it upwards and to the side, where the left took over and held it clear of his way. He quirked a brow at the positively animalistic thoughts the sight caused, and he pressed his own hips against the side of the desk for some kind of stimulation. Ahhhhh. He took hold of the woman with his right arm and slid her closer to him, all the while his left hand holding her panties clear of his view. He lowered his head, finally, and put his nose against the very top of her entrance, then flicked his tongue out and up to where his nose had been. His hips banged against the desk so hard that he was making it shake beneath her.
She quirked an eyebrow of her own as Brian pushed her backwards. This was unexpected. Lorna figured he would just take her right then and there. Apparently not. She found herself more than happy with that as Brian shifted the lace of her panties to the side. She smiled. It wasn't everyday a man wasn't thinking of just himself when it came to pleasure. Of course, Brian was a gentleman. She would have to return the favor later. His tongue between her thighs stole the thoughts from her head and the smile from her face as she inhaled sharply at the feel of it. Her hips jerked forward and she uttered a low moan. She felt the desk rattle as Brian bucked against it, causing the pen holder by her head to tip over, scattering pens everywhere. Lorna was oblivious to everything but what was going on between her thighs. "Mmm..." she sighed, thrusting her hips out to meet his mouth, her fingers entwining in his blond curls.
Lorna's moans sent a buzzing pleasure over Brian's head and her fingers in his hair only heightened the chilling sensation. He wasn't quite satisfied with their positions, so he pushed himself up and brought Lorna's ankles together in one of his hands, and held them up nearly level with his head. His right hand lowered and grasped the back of her thong, then slid it upward and off her feet, and he flung her heeled shoes off and across the lab, along with her panties. He dropped desperately back to his knees, bringing her legs along, and when he was settled, he spread them with his hands grasping the back of her knees so he could keep them as wide as he preferred. Brian's mouth made contact once again, this time kissing firmly once, allowing his tongue to slide out between his lips that were intermingled with Lorna's. He drew back with haste and his jaw dropped and he exhaled a long, hot breath against the sensitive, pink skin that was currently his playground. His lips came together and he blew more quickly and with more pressure, the air escaping turning cooler. His hands pulled back on either side of his head, causing her to crash against his mouth and he began licking rapidly, alternating between flicking his tongue and long, slow sucking motions at key, sensitive spots.
The green-haired woman let out a whimper when Brian's face left her heated center. She lay back, her chest rising and falling steadily as he lifted her legs to remove her panties and shoes. She watched in amusement as one of her shoes landed on the counter across the way. Damn. He meant business. She breathed a sigh of contentment as he lowered himself back down to her. When he breathed against her she bucked again as the cool air contrasted with the heat radiating from her groin. When he pulled her forward, she barely had time to register what had happened before Brian's mouth met her privy parts once again in a frenzy of licking and sucking. Dear God, he was good. After a few minutes of the bliss that was Brian, Lorna's breathing began to grow ragged and her moans became more frequent as she journeyed closer to climax. "Brian..." she gasped, her breath coming in pants as she felt the warmth that had been building finally crash down upon her. Her thighs clamped together on either side of his head and she moaned until the last shudder ripped through her body.
Brian moaned against her as well, his hips returning to their previous action of knocking his pant-clad erection against the end of his own desk. The smell of her had been intoxicating, the taste even wilder still. Every person had their own essence, he supposed, so it wasn't that big a surprise that she was new and exciting to him. Still, it was pretty hot to be doing what he was doing. When he felt her getting close, he shifted his hands so that they were clinging to her outer thighs and pulling them in closer to his head. Just before she finished, he lowered his face so his chin was against the desktop and his tongue dove deep inside her, and he moaned at the feel of it, and to provide her with a bit of vibration. When she was through, he pulled his head from between her legs, gentle, after delivering a few parting kisses against her lips and inner thighs. He delicately wiped his lips and gave a shuddering breath of both satisfaction and anticipation. But he hadn't long to wait, as he was slipping his scrub pants over his hips, his thumbs hitched under the waistband of his jockey shorts as well. They dropped, carefully, and he exposed himself. Knowing full well the woman before him was protected (as he was the individual to fill the prescription) he held fast to her legs again and stood, looking down at the sprawling beauty below him. He could see all of her - even the parts he'd just pleasured, and it made him drip a bit to see how wet she was. His penis jerked of its own accord and he tilted his head back for a moment before sighing. He wanted to drive it straight through her. When he looked back down, he asked, "Was that satisfactory, Miss Dane?" Pleasuring her had been powerfully erotic to him, so he hoped he'd done well. Perhaps she'd allow him to again in the future?
Lorna's mind and body were both still reeling from orgasm when Brian stood. She lifted her head to take in the sight of him as he removed his shorts (though her vision was somewhat out of focus). She smirked. From what she could see, he was huge. She let out a sigh as he grasped her legs once more, anticipating what was to come (heh). She could tell it was hard for him to stand there asking questions. Lorna looked up into his blue eyes, and smiled with her green. "Oh, more than satisfactory, Dr. Braddock. Believe me." she purred. She raised up from her lying position, and reached out to grasp his shoulders and back, pulling him on top of her and spreading her legs wider so he could do as he pleased. "Don't go easy." she said, her voice husky.
He wouldn't. However, being a larger man, he was grateful for her accommodating actions. He smiled, pleased with himself and at her last remark. She had no idea. Having wrecked the lab a bit, he opted to stay where they were and only sully his own desk instead of other surfaces throughout the medical area. And she seemed to be ready where she lay. He reached down and traced his index finger from her navel to her most sensitive spot, just under the hood, and then down to her entrance where he inserted it part way. As he recalled from his tongue's adventure, she was tight. He prodded her a few times, wiggling his finger about, then placed in a second and continued his menstruations until he felt her muscles relax a bit, and before she had a chance to protest or notice a change, his hand drew back and his penis entered her with a slam. He twisted his hips viciously and began thrusting so he was deep within her, angling himself to hit all her sensitive spots. Nevermind the intense sensations he was feeling - the heat, the wetness, the tight eagerness of her. His hands planted themselves on either side of her hips and clamped onto the desk and he rocked with great force and impeccable rhythm. "Son of a bitch," he grunted, followed by a low moan that ruptured forth from deep in his chest. "Fuck, Lorna," he bit down on his lip as he looked down into her eyes and his hand lifted from the desk to rest upon her lower belly where he petted her soft flesh fondly once or twice before resting his hand there, rather affectionately. His hips told a different story.
Lorna fought to keep the look on her face from being a pouting one when Brian didn't enter her right away. When he slipped a finger inside her, she moaned in pleasure and she realized what he was doing when he inserted another. Always the gentleman. She was grateful for Brian's preparation, however, when he removed his fingers and sheathed himself deep inside her, fast as lightening. "Oh Brian..." she moaned as he filled her to the brim. As he thrust, she quickly developed a rhythm that matched his. She brought her hands up to his arms, running her hands over the hardness of them as he clutched the desk top. When he brought his hand to her stomach, she moaned again, placing her hand over his and squeezed it. His hips were moving at an amazing speed and she smiled up at him.
It wasn't long at all before Brian was feeling the tightness and heat in his nether regions that meant all was coming to an end. But he wanted it. And badly. "Is it too soon?" for her to finish again. Despite his efforts, she was still incredibly tight around him and paired with his heavy thrusts, he didn't know if he could hold on much longer. His hands shifted from the desk to her legs and he pulled them so her ankles were in his hands, then stretched the lengths of them up so her feet were on either side of his head. He was in total control now, but angled himself so she could thrust against him any way she pleased to help herself along. His jaw clenched, hard and his thrusting grew more furious. "Jesus..." he gasped, twice, then a third time. His ass clenched hard with each jerk forward and every muscle in his body felt hot from effort. He was tense and hungry.
"No." Lorna could feel that heat building again as she grew close to orgasm a second time. It was going to be harder than the first, she could tell. She moaned again when he lifted her feet and penetrated her again and again. It was sharper from that angle. She felt how big he really was. Christ. She rocked forward and backward, trying to keep time with his thrusts. She yearned to touch him, to hold on to him, but the angle she was in prevented that, unfortunately. She was on the brink and she gave herself away to the pleasure, crying out his name over and over as her body spasmed. Her breathing was fast and uneven as she rode the waves of pleasure that washed over her body.
When she first clenched down, that was when Brian really put forth an effort. Between their efforts, she was coming again and he was going to finish with her. It was a rare thing, but when people were pent up, things tended to be a little easier to work through. Midway through her orgasm, he let himself go. He released her legs, lowered them, and held them closer to his sides so they were in a more intimate position. He came and came and came some more, twitching and jerking all the while and when he spoke, it was one, long moaned variation of her name. His head bowed forward and he caressed her butt and hips with his fingertips, her knees still pinned to his sides by his elbows. Sweat dripped from his brow, which was saying something, as the man's stamina and endurance were far greater than most of his peers. He pulled her in near to him, scooped her close and lifted the vixen from his desk, urging her to wrap around him. His pants were still at his ankles, and he was still inside her, but he wanted to be near her while he came down from his high.
Lorna was glad when he lowered her legs and lifted her from the desk. She felt him finish several times inside of her, her own muscles spasming around him as she finished out her orgasm. Christ. She was covered in a sheen of glistening sweat, her breathing still labored. She entangled both her arms and legs around him and squeezed him tight, so they were like one. "Brian..." she moaned somewhat urgently, while she rested her head on his shoulder, then buried her face into his neck so she could breathe in his scent. Good god.
He was still for a few minutes at least before he pulled his arm free from around Lorna and moved it to swipe up her top and he headed for one of the prep rooms where they could put themselves back together again. He stopped for his shirt and held her to him all the while, then snagged her shoes (which had conveniently landed atop a filing cabinet). Brian's breath was still a bit ragged, but he was recovering much faster than his female counterpart. He kissed the side of her face soundly as he pushed through the door and when they were safe, he eased her up slowly after discarding their clothes and pulled out of her. It felt better than when he'd entered, actually, and a little bittersweet. He'd done it reluctantly. He leaned down and pecked her forehead with a great fondness and gave the woman a smile. "And I thought I was going to be bored this shift..." he huffed the last few words, breathily, and hiked up his trousers.
She held onto him as he walked around the lab picking up the various pieces of clothing (mostly hers) that were strewn about the lab. Lorna sighed in contentment when he kissed her cheek and just as reluctant as he was to pull out of her, she was just as much so about him pulling out. After he'd set her down on her feet (which were slightly shaky) she pulled down her skirt (minus thong). She grinned up at Brian after his comment, butterflies going like mad in her stomach. Oh my. "Happy I could help make your night a more pleasant one. You made mine."