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Benji waited, watched her, she pulled her hand free from his and she didn’t look at him. Gritting his teeth, he had an inkling of an idea what would come next. She shoved against his chest. Forcefully. His body moved, taking in the impact and he winced in pain. But he took it. He had told her to vent her anger.

Another shove, another wince from him but he could tell that this time there was less effort in it. He still kept his eyes on her, waiting.

Then she shoved him again, but her fingers wrapped themselves into his shirt and she just stood there. His arms came up, wrapping them around her and pulling her against him. He let out a shuddering breath, realising that he had never thought to do this again. That he would not be free, and see Kira again.

“I know.” And part of him picked up on her thoughts and he knew it was the open door in his mind that let him. It was disconcerting to hear other people’s minds again. Especially when he didn’t have any control over it. “I’m sorry, babe.” He softly said. Knowing that he had hurt her with his actions. That he had taken away the choice.

“I won’t leave you again.” He promised her, because he had made up his mind the moment that girl had invaded his mind. He would get rid of those blocks. He would rather be all powerful and on the shitlist, than be on the shitlist and not able to protect himself and Kira.

“I’ll get the mental blocks removed.” Benji told her solemnly.
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Warm arms draped about her and she tensed for the briefest of moments. She wanted to be angry, to push them away, but they were far too calming, engulfing her against him. She leaned in, set her forehead against his collarbone and forced herself to breathe. He offered her an apology, finally, and she wanted to throw it right back in his face.

She was sure it hadn’t even been a week, but it had felt like half a lifetime, standing in his room, trying to decide if she should linger or leave it behind. When he wasn’t there, it wasn’t his room. It was just an empty space that smelled like him and gave way to ghosts. Sleep had eluded her plenty, even when she had tried to wrap herself in his sheets, drawn a sweatshirt against her chest. It was…odd, to miss someone that much.

He promised not to leave her again and it only compelled her to press her face more fully against him. Then he informed her that he was planning to have all the blocks removed from his head. No more glittery rubber chickens anymore, no more half-assed attempts to warp furniture into his room. Less to make fun of him for.

The skin to skin contact wasn’t necessary, but it helped, let her abilities more easily engage. And she pushed them, more gently this time, into him, focused on the bruised and broken skin. Prompted his body to stem the broken capillaries, metabolize the blood sitting in the interstitial spaces. She calmed the frayed nerve endings, but left the sting in his cheek to remind him. Just because she was willing to help him, didn’t mean she was willing to completely give up her frustration with him.

She had no idea what having the blocks lifted form his head would actually do, likely wouldn’t be able to wrap her mind around the extents he would potentially be capable of. But if it made him feel better, more himself, she would support his decisions. If it landed him on a SentS watchlist, top of the line, well, it wasn’t as if she had never lived a wanted life. She was not what the Services deemed Omega, possibly would never become that, thankfully, being wanted for her mutation was bad enough. An elevation in supposed classification would only exacerbate matters.

Benji was something else, though. He wasn’t a healer. They would want him for other reasons. And if rumors were true, they would want him for his genetics to boot. That made her instantly far more defensive. They had not even reached a point in their relationship where they had even discussed such possibilities, but at the moment they were all hers and she was not going to voluntarily share.

She lifted her head and watched the shadows recede from beneath his eyes. “I’m not okay with a repeat.” She told him. “I’m not okay with them having you.” And everything that could be done to him, or with him. “And I’m still mad.” She shoved the end of her index finger against his shoulder.
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He was sorry that he had put her through this but he wasn’t sorry that he had done it. They were warring within him and he let them. It made him feel rooted, connected again. The things that had happened in that place, his mind told him not to go there. Not yet. In time he would run through his memories one by one and deal with them.

His arms around Kira were enough right now, just holding her and knowing that she hadn’t pushed him away made him sigh in relief.

Benji gasped a little when she pushed her power in him, starting the healing process of what had been bruised and broken inside of him. This time she was gentler and a smile appeared on his face. He was making progress then. He wasn’t fooled though, knew that she was still mad at him and she was allowed. He just wanted her here with him. In his arms.

He chuckled softly when the only thing remaining that hurt was his cheek. Yeah, she was still mad at him.

She lifted her head and he looked down into her eyes. “Neither am I, babe.” He told her, it was really not his intention to get caught again. It’s why he wanted the blocks removed. So he could protect himself better. And her. And everybody else. “The only one who will have me is you.” He told her solemnly.

“Madly in lust with me?” He asked, when she told him that she was still mad with him. He gave her a crooked smile, catching the finger that poked him in the shoulder. He dipped his head towards her, catching her mouth with his and kissing her. Fuck, how he had missed kissing her.
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Perfect, at least he was in agreement with her on something, that he was not okay with them going through those motions again, or with them having him. When he smiled, it loosened the tension in her chest and throat, and she couldn’t help but sigh, the corner of her mouth tugging upward slightly. He had a perfect smile, but he didn’t need his ego stroked any further. Ever. Though considering he seemed to be feeding off her emotions or thoughts, she doubted she needed to open her mouth for him to simply know. She knew he had suppressed his abilities, but he had yet to explain exactly what that all entailed, and what exactly he had blocked.

Then his smartass side kicked in once more and she rolled her eyes. Madly in lust. Yes, that as well, amongst so much other madness.

His hand wrapped around hers that was attempting to assault his shoulder and drew it away. She allowed him so without fight, especially when he ducked down enough to frame her lips with his. Her mouth responded instantly, spreading just enough to run her tongue along his seam and then nip at his lower lip.

She slipped her wrist from his grasp and pushed it up around his shoulder, the other following suit, and she limply braided her fingers behind his neck. She wanted to ask him if he was all right, but he was well enough physically, that didn’t mean he was solid mentally. Her ability to push into his head only went so far, glimmers of thoughts tied to certain emotional chemical responses, more often what had been inferred by the molecular echo that left prints all over the psyche. She was not a telepath, and was glad for that, would never choose that for herself. They all seemed just a smidge off, in her opinion. And SentS wanted that ability more than any other on the planet. If they could manipulate the minds of everyone on Earth, then there was no need for anything else.

Pushing the thought aside, she centered herself back on the physical, and him actually being there.

“I want you in your bed.” She told him, pressing pecks of kisses against his chin and cheek. “Right now.” And she had no intention of leaving him in the slightest. He had claimed that she was the only one who would have him, so long as she didn’t wake up form the moment to find the last hours little more than a dream that sought to upend her. She wanted to climb into his bed, press her face against him and the bedding and know the scent of him was going to more than just linger briefly. It had gradually faded in his absence and it had both motivated her actions to work with putting everyone together to find them, and yet unnerved her when she allowed herself to be alone in the room.

“And I want you to still be here when I wake up.”
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She kissed him back, which meant that she had somewhat forgiven him. So he hoped. Her hands found their way behind his neck and he let out a content sigh. His own, drifted to her lower back and pulled her even closer to him until she was flush against him. He liked her this close to him, if it were up to him they would never leave this room ever again.

He would never leave her again. He would talk to Beth, would ask her to help him out with his little blockage issue.

Benji looked down in Kira’s eyes, a slow smile curling up on his lips when she declared that she wanted him in his bed. Right now. He moved his hands lower, right under her behind and lifted her up until she had her legs wrapped around his waist.

“Our bed, Kira.” He murmured, because he had stopped seeing it as solely his when she had spent more and more time with him in it. His lips found hers again, kissing her with a need that had been growing ever since they had pulled him out of that transport and he had lain his eyes on her. He made his way to the bed, without tripping over anything and set her back on her feet.

He moved to the hem of her sweater, lifting it over her head and tossing it aside. Next was that tank top she had been wearing underneath it. He groaned a little, stepping closer and lifting her on the bed before he hooked his fingers in the waist band of her leggings and pulled them down. Still no underwear and he licked his lips, she looked damn right edible lying there on their bed. Yes, theirs.

He got rid of his own shirt, his pants followed and his boxers too. That burning need inside of him was all he could think off and he knew that she was the only one who could feed it. He made her scoot further backward before he followed, pushing her legs apart before his lips met de skin of her inner thigh and trailing upwards.

“I won’t go anywhere.” He murmured against her skin before he reached her centre, letting his tongue dart out and giving her lick. Then another, before finding that bundle of nerves and sucking it in between his lips and letting his tongue roll around it. Releasing the little knob with his lips, he let his tongue circle it in languid strokes.

His hand moved to her entrance, letting his index finger move up and down between her folds before he pushed in. Curling it just slightly in such a way that he knew she liked, before pulling out and then back in, in an unhurried pace.
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A squeak passed from her mouth to his when he hoisted her up onto his hips. ’Our’ he breathed against her lips before joining them again. She wanted to hold back, maintain some measure of restraint rather than giving him the satisfaction of knowing she had missed him rather awfully. Though, she figured, he likely gathered such simply from her abating anger. He had put himself in danger and pushed her away. That had prodded at something she was hesitant to give assignment to, yet.

When he stepped them through the room, her legs tightened their grip around him. She didn’t even count the steps he took, didn’t bother to draw her face away from his. She wasn’t the one doing the walking and if he was confident enough to get them where she wanted, then she wasn’t going to break contact.

She was settled back onto her feet and hands quickly relieved her of her sweatshirt, then her top and sports bra. She stared at him, every way that he turned, bent, watching his forearms flex as he tugged at her leggings, pushing her onto the edge of the bed in order to relieve her of them entirely. His shirt over his head, jeans and boxers downward, then she coerced her further onto the bed, kneeling down and she reached towards him, opening her mouth to argue she just wanted him on the bed until he pressed a kiss to the inside of her thigh.

His name slipped breathily between her lips when he assured her that he wasn’t going anywhere.

Her pelvis tilted of their own will and her toes curled in response to the first pass of his tongue. She bunched her fingers into the sheets the moment he homed in on the suddenly very sensitive nerve cluster that responded instantly, bowing her lower back and sending a shiver up the full length of her spine. A finger brushed against her gently before sliding slowly inward, the end curling forward to swipe against a deeper point that had her breath sticking in her throat. Outward, then back in, no apparent hurry to the pace.

“Benji, please.” She murmured as she chanced lifting a hand from her side to push down into his hair. Her hips rolled and her fingers fisted, his name more firmly falling forward. She relegated her body into order, unwound the threatening hormonal tipping. Her second hand joined the first, slipped around his ears and tugged him upward. She pressed her face against his and breathed him in. “I said,” she huffed, “that I wanted you in bed.” She kissed his jaw. “Not me in the bed and you on the floor.”

Her foot hooked around his calf and she coaxed him forward again.
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Benji was getting really invested in getting Kira towards that point of no return. He needed to feel that he was back, that he was really here. Needed to show her that he had missed her terribly, that he was feeling regret for pushing her through that portal the way he had. That he was an asshole, just like she had called him the first time they met.

It’s why he didn’t hear her pleading, not at first. Her hand in his hair, stirred him back to the now. His name again and he stopped, her hands pulling him up and away from her centre. His heart still beating faster when he crawled up on the bed and he was level with her.

He rested on his hands, leaning forward as she pressed her face against his.

A slow smile spread across his face hearing her say how she just wanted him in bed. And not him on the floor and her in the bed.

She hooked her foot around his calf and he started moving again until he was hovering above her. He looked down at her, taking her in. “I missed you, princess.” He told her, one of his hands moved up brushing his fingers against her face.

“They caught me.” His headache returned or it had never left? He didn’t know, he pushed his face into the hollow of her neck and breathed her in. “I was scared, Kira.” He whispered against her skin. “The things they did in there. To Kate, Jenna…” Even him. It had been terrifying and he had been helpless. More helpless than he usually was.

“They’re using little kids to do their bidding.” He shuddered then, the memory returning of feeling that cold little hand touching him and then the blinding pain. The intrusion, so violent. And she hadn’t cared one bit that she was hurting him.

She was just doing her job.

“My head still hurts.” He rolled then, taking her with him in his arms until he was on his back and he had her half on top of him. He held her with one arm against him, his other came up so his hand could rub his head. The headache wasn’t letting up. He doubted that it would unless he asked one of the telepaths to have a look at it.
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A slip of a snorted laugh rose up at the sudden name, even as he hovered above her. Her mouth settled into a simpler smile, appreciated his presence where it was, half his weight against her, she lifted her knees slightly to frame his hips with her thighs. When he leaned into press his face beneath her chin, she exhaled, sobered in response to his confession. It was somewhat odd to hear him claim to have been afraid. It was odd for her to hear it, to think it. Benji was bigger than she was, not just by height, but by build, by weight. He had a horde of abilities at his beck and call, even if at times they caused explosions of glittery unicorns.

Get the blocks removed.

She pushed a hand around the back of his neck.

The things they did. She could imagine, in some regard. She knew what it was like to be held captive, to be kept somewhere small. She had watched how other mutants the merc group had taken in were handled, with little to no care about the fact that at their most basic they were still human. The Services were worse. Mutants went in, most never came back out.

And that had been in. That thought. Going in, never coming back out. Him.

It hadn’t mattered the number they possessed, the wealth of abilities housed in that very building. The fact that there were three telepaths house beneath the roof that could put themselves in others’ minds. If they were of the mind for it. Gabriel’s assurance had done little to abate the mounting doubt that she had possessed, even the moment they had spied the actual transport, even when she had laid eyes directly on Benji.

He tipped and rolled them, an arm sliding about her waist to draw her flush against him, half her figure draping his. The claim that his head hurt had her lifting her own to look at him. Children doing their bidding. Younger wills were easier to manipulate, easy to corrupt, easier to bend. Of course they were using children if they had them at their disposal.

She trailed her fingertips gently across his forehead, noting that the ache was not muscular based in origin. That could have been managed. Drawing a gentle bout of serotonin across the synapsis of his brain were likely to do little. When the injury was telepathic, her abilities fell short, a psychic wound lingered outside the realm of her influence. The only real fallback would be to flood his system with melatonin.

“My intention was not for you to stop,” she pressed a kiss to the side of his neck, “per se.” She pushed herself upward enough to kiss the exact same spot on the other side. “I just wanted you off of your knees.” She drew back to asses him, pressed a light kiss against his sternum. He had put so much effort into getting her off, and it was well enough apparent in his own body. She barely touched her lips to the skin beneath his bellybutton and she watched him harden further. It tugged at the corners of her mouth and she soon wrapped it around him. Her tongue pressed against the underside and she slid down as far as she could until the end brushed the back of her throat, then she withdrew, slowly, hollowing her cheeks. The motion was repeated, and then repeated, and then repeated once more, a moan bubbling up from the center of her chest.

She drew back with a faint pop and then lifted her leg, set her left knee to flank his left thigh and reached to draw him against her entrance, wiggled her hips slightly until she could sink herself downward with ease. She clasped one of his hands against her hip and then set her other forward onto his knee. Her abdominal muscles flexed and she lifted upward, rotated at the waist, and then settled back down. He felt good, but he always felt good. And he didn’t need her telling him such to inflate his ego any further. But, still, “that’s perfect.” She murmured anyway.
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Her fingers trailed over his forehead and it soothed him a little, but the ache was still there. If it wouldn’t let up he would have to ask one of the resident telepaths to have a look at it. Benji felt himself smile when she told him that her intention had not been for him to stop. He chuckled softly at that. “I am off my knees. I’m on my back.” He told her, the smart ass that he was.

She kissed his chest, went lower and kissed him again just below his bellybutton. His body reacted to her close proximity, feeling himself grow harder instantly. It was amazing how his body just reacted to her, like it had a will of its own when she was around.

Then her warm mouth wrapped itself around his shaft and he cursed softly. Benji gazed at her, watched her slid her mouth up and down and he groaned, fisting the covers tightly with each motion. His heart was beating insanely, his breathing came harshly and then she drew back. Lifting his head, he looked at her move.

And then his head fell back against the bed, when she lowered herself on top of him. He groaned, feeling himself slide inside of her with an ease that drew a moan from him. God, she was so perfect. So damn perfect.

She took one of his hands, placed it on her hip and then she moved. Up, and he felt him slide out of her before she settled back down. He pulled his bottom lip between his teeth as he watched her do that, heard her say that it was perfect. And then she did the motion again, and again, and again until they had found their rhythm together. His own hips meeting hers and he knew he wasn’t that far from coming.

His heart thumped against his chest, his breathing rapid but he wanted to see her when he came. Wanted to look into her face.

Benji lifted her from him, shifting until she was beneath him on her back on the bed and he pushed back inside of her. He hooked one of her legs behind him, the other he pushed upwards to deepen his angle inside of her and started moving again. Fast, hard, and with a need that consumed him right now. He looked down at her face, watched her with every thrust he made.

He pushed, pulled, pushed until his movements became erratic and he finally came. The stars that had always been there when he came with her, didn’t come this time. And he blamed the headache. He wanted those stars back.

Benji breathed rapidly, his thrusts slowing and he leaned in to claim her lips. His heart was matching the throbbing of his head and he just knew that something wasn’t right.
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That motion, she could repeat it for hours, slowly, just right, that perfect depth, that perfect pace. It teased the line of pushing too far with every sensitive nerve assaulted yet kept tempered back by the even tempo. She moaned appreciatively, let his name slip between her teeth plenty enough to encourage his hips to shift upward in time to match her own. She could feel his body flex beneath her, seeking to move faster, trying to push deeper and she let her eyes slide shut to better lose herself and tune in to the feel of it all.

It seemed, though, he had other thoughts, his patience or his will breaking first. He sat himself upward and she let herself be moved by him, allowed him to shift her and roll so that her back met the bedding and he settled his hips between her thighs. Her hands pushed up to frame his face, drawing his brow against her own, whatever it took to simply be closer. He tucked one of her legs around his waist, and the other he pushed upward, shifting her hip, she settled her knee atop his shoulder, and then he moved without being prompted to do so.

She gasped, and it became a groan when he pushed so deeply into her, and her eyes rolled back.

He sought something far beyond the steady rhythm she had thought was just right, just enough o drag it out for so much longer than the fair few minutes allotted by what the current motions would allow for. It felt good, he felt good, he knew how to angle his hips, how to let his fingers bite into her skin just so.

She moaned his name, set a hand on either side of his neck, her thumbs against the lobes of his ears, and she let his body rock hers as quickly and as hard as he wanted. It was something outside her current realm of control, what had taken root inside of his head, but whatever she could give him she would. And her body responded. A knot in her abdomen, it wound tightly, heat touching every cell.

He lost himself quickly, his motions losing synch and she held him when it happened, watched him watch her when he came. There was a hint of disappointment in his eyes. There weren’t any sparks, but her body hadn’t gone where it normally did. He had wanted to race away and she had had to hold. Her heart hammered away inside of her ribcage, and she parted her lips when he leaned down and kissed her. His thrusts slowed and she tipped her hips further forward so that his pubic bone rubbed right against that point between her legs that finally allowed her to gently flutter around him.

There weren’t any sparks, but she didn’t possess the disappointment he seemed to have.

“Benji.” She breathed his name against his cheek when he allowed her a moment to breathe. “I’m sorry.” That he had had to experience whatever it was that he had, that he had shoved her away and she had been so far away from him.

“Tell me.” She pressed a kiss to his jaw, then brushed her lips against his once more, offering them if he wanted or needed them further. “Everything.”
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