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Gamma-Xi. Humans had gotten really creative with their base names. They claimed to want to look to the future, hoping where mutants didn’t exist. Even though mutation was evolutionary skips ahead and names like ‘Gamma-Xi were a kick back to Roman times.

She smiled, something tight lipped when he acknowledged that he would go along. Because they would need someone to synch up with security and databases to figure out where Emma Frost’s hibernating body was potentially being kept. It still seemed so odd to her that anyone could do that; fracture themselves and place a part of their mind with someone else. And she had been present for some of Wanda’s array of abilities that seemed to run the weird gamut.

Drink to forget, wasn’t that usually the point. People drank to forget the troubles of the day, their jobs, their troubles, the heartbreak. She wondered what he wanted to forget when it seemed the SGF had already taken so many of his memories from him. What was left? Whatever they had made him do? She felt herself soften at that. To be so controlled by hands that would likely rather him be dead, that hunted his kind. She supposed that Jaxon’s mutation was at least easy to hide. An advanced polyglot. He didn’t have blue skin, or green hair, or horns. Instead he had perfect skin, dark eyes, hair like burnt sugar.

Her mind re-tracked when he prompted her, asking what it was she drank to forget.

Everything.

Who she used to be. The person she had been. The people that she had known. The people that she had cared for. The hand she had had in the world as it was now. “There’s a list.” She chuckled, something simple, something bitter. The tumbler was lifted once more and she down the contents once more before setting it on the small table. “Perhaps one day I will tell you all about it.” About everything.

She set her hands on the armrests of the chair and scooted forward to the edge. “My head is…” she let her eyes slide shut slowly and felt the threatening sensation of vertigo threatening to close in, then a faint giggle bubbled up form her chest. “It’s getting a bit fuzzy.” She did not throw up. She had never been the sort. Her body took whatever she put into it, metabolized it, and she would likely feel like crap in the morning. If she could find her way to the little room they had set up as their infirmary, she could set herself up with an iv to hydrate at some point in the early hours tomorrow if it were bad enough.

Flexing the muscles in her arms, she pushed herself to her feet. The world tipped slightly and she sat back down. “I’m going to need just a moment.” She pressed her eyes shut. “You seem fine.” She added, though she was aware of the fact she had likely outdone him. “Do I need a few bionic parts?”
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Jaxon realised he just wanted to keep looking. The odd ripple going through her. Something was causing her discomfort. Something most likely living in her past. What was it that had her in its grasp? What was it that plagued her, that she needed to drown? It was fascinating. No matter how nonchalant, how free or even how happy someone appeared. If you dug deep enough, then you found bodies in every closed.

A list, and he wondered whether she could appreciate actually having that list. Because in comparison, he had nothing. Nothing really of substance that he could surmise who he had been, what he had done from. What kind of kid when growing up? Had he liked spaghetti? Or pancakes? What about PB & J? Or cheese sandwiches? Had he been a tinkerer? Or an outside-guy? Had he had a high school girlfriend?

Had there been anyone in his life?

Elise’s words drew him out of his mind. She would one day maybe tell him about it. “I would like that”, he responded without really thinking about what he was saying. Jaxon found himself a little surprised. Was the alcohol actually bringing back his impulsiveness? Words not carefully weighed? Jax wondered whether he was drunk.

Well, there was little more than a single, possibly two servings left in the bottle between them. They had made quick work of the whiskey. And apparently, Elise was feeling it. Her giggle made Jaxon smile. He watched her as she pushed to her feet, - “Careful” - only to drop back down. Before he knew it, Jaxon was out of his chair and on his feet, catching her just before she slumped back down into a sitting positions.

“It takes longer to go into my system”, he provided as he slowly lifted her to her feet. One hand sat against her hip, the other against her elbow with his lower arm supporting hers. Her form was so much smaller than his when directly against him. He was acutely aware of the fact that she was flush against him. When she asked about needing bionic parts, he smiled. “I would lend you mine”, it was out of his mouth before he even realised that it could be construed in quite a sexual manner.

He swallowed, suddenly wondering what would be so bad about that.

“I will spend half the day running diagnostics on myself”, he admitted, shrugging a little. “Nothing functions as it should after this much.” His voice trailed off as he found himself mesmerised by just looking into her face, her eyes …

His fingers found her chin and he tilted her face up. “May I kiss you …” he asked, his voice little more than a whisper. Jaxon just felt compelled to ask, knowing to quite a number of women he was little more than a ‘tin-man’. And more so, he was aware that he catered to the thought. So often, he was downright clinical, keeping others at bay just to not have to deal. He brought the hand from her arm up to her face, warm fingers gently brushing along her jaw. “Or would you prefer I bring you back to your room?”
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One moment Jaxon was seated beside her, the next he was on his feet, his hands moving to support her. She was somewhat surprised to find both being warm, though she wasn’t why she had made some odd assumption that he wouldn’t be. He was still human, part of him anyway. He couldn’t be warm and cold together, not physically anyway. Emotionally, sometimes he seemed so clinical and analytical. Still, warm fingers firm at her hip, her elbow.

He would like…oh. She looked up at him. In the booth, she had somewhat taken into account his height over her, but in that moment, pressed against him, it was far more obvious. Her own put her face near the dip in his collarbone and heat pushed into her cheeks, though whether or not it was the alcohol or her thoughts, she wasn’t sure. She swallowed, a thickened undertaking as she made herself look up to meet his eyes.

“That’s convenient.” She said in regard to his body taking the alcohol more slowly. She definitely needed some bionic parts because that sounded delightful. Just moderate how your body took in whatever you decided to feed or water it with. What a diet regimen that could work out. A breathy laugh escaped her in the wake of his offer to loan her his parts, and then she cleared her throat, nibbling at her lower lip. She wondered if he grasped at the context his words could be construed in, oh the many ways.

She watched his throat bob and realized he had likely allowed his thoughts to mimic her own. Whiskey, surely.

She nodded along absentmindedly as he spoke, indicating the work cut out for him in the morning or whenever it was that he rose during the day. She had never thought about that before, suddenly wondering how much sleep he got, how much he needed to get, or if his entire brain needed to shut off. What if he was like a whale, only part of it ever asleep because the rest needed to be awake just to breathe. She wrangled herself back to attention, realizing that those thoughts were far astray. She glanced at the bottle on the table, most of it nearly gone.

When she looked back up at him, she was acutely aware of how close they were, how tightly he held her to him to keep her balance. He was looking at her when she did so and she wondered what he saw or how he saw her. If he saw the simple human that so many of them saw. She was the enemy, wasn’t she. And she had brought it up in regard to him. It would be more fitting for her to be the Trojan Horse. She was staring at his mouth when he posed his question, watching them move to put it forth.

“Yes.” She breathed in response without thinking much beyond it because she wanted to know what they felt like, those lips. Could he be any more cordial in that moment? May I kiss you…to offering to just take her back to her room. “My roommate still gives me funny looks.” She muttered, her gaze still fixated on his mouth.

Her hands fisted in his shirt and tugged as her heart skipped ahead several paces and her brain reminded her of the awful height advantage that he held. “Just…you have to bend down. I haven’t gotten my bionic knees yet.”
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Jaxon just mildly shook his head. Not back to her room then. Instead she had given him the affirmative to kiss her. It had been a long time since he had last kissed anyone. While Elise’s eyes were on his lips, Jaxon had his on her face. The desire bloomed in her face like a flower to pluck for him. It came with part of his ability. The original mutation. The real him.

Her hands fisting his shirt stirred something inside of him that made him clear his throat. It was like a string not used in so long. And it yearned to be played. He was human after all.

Jaxon leaned down a little but instead of kissing her he took her arms and pushed them around his neck. Then both hands found their way around her midsection. He pulled her flush against him and then upward as he stood back up. Serious eyes gazed at her lips. They looked so soft and a jolt went through him as she parted them ever so slightly as if calling out for him.

Jax brushed his lips against hers and the shiver racing up along his spine threatened to throw him off balance. He didn’t stop there, instead let his lips find hers again, his tongue gently run along the width of her mouth, always testing whether her lips would allow him entrance. And eventually he believed every indicator that indeed she would.

So instead of teasing, Jaxon tilted his head and let his tongue run across the line of her teeth. Then it advanced beyond that, seeking her tongue and engaging with it in a dance that he was certain he could have done all night. One of his hands found the lower seam of her shirt and he pushed it up, brushing warm fingers along bare skin as he pulled her closer once again.

His kiss deepened. It was demanding by now and yet never lost its gentle touch. “I want more”, he mumbled into her mouth as his entire body appeared to be lit on fire. He wanted, wanted wanted … Was it the alcohol? Or was it just opening his eyes for the first time to actually see this woman? Or was it a bit of both.

As the kiss continued, Jax eventually lifted Elise up and onto his hips. He did not move yet. Did not just assume that now was the moment to find a bed for the both of them. He stood there, his hands urging for her ankles to hook up behind him.
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Her pulse accelerated as he bent towards her, pushing blood into her face that threatened to make her dizzy. Instead of connecting with her mouth, though, he picked up her wrists and drew them around his neck. His fingers trailed down her sides to wrap about her waist, and she momentarily wondered if the tips met around her. His hands were so much bigger than hers, and he was so much taller than she was. He used the hold on her to lift her up to his level, and his lips swept against hers ever so carefully. She drew her own inward, rubbing together to better appreciate the subtle taste.

She wanted him to press back in, take more, and she struggled to not take more from him herself.

When he did move back in again, tilting his head to change the angle, she about sighed in relief that he wasn’t going to ask for further permission. Her lips parted gently and his tongue traced along her teeth, sending a smattering of goosebumps across every inch of her skin. She bunched her fingers in the collar of his shirt and used it to draw him forward as he leaned in. Warmth spread out from the contact and she arched herself against him, all the more when his hand slipped against the bare skin of her lower back. She leaned in further, chasing his lips whenever they threatened to draw away.

There was a carefully measured urgency in the way he kissed her, something that walked a line between hungry yet lacked the bite of teeth. When he drew away ever so slightly to breathe a confession against her mouth, she nodded absent-mindedly in agreement. “Yes.” She repeated the simple acquiescence she had given before when he had asked to kiss her. Yes, because she wanted it. Yes, because she wanted more. Wanted more of his hands, more of his lips molded so firmly against her own, even if she wasn’t sure she could blame the alcohol. She didn’t care if she could. She could blame him, and his deep whiskey colored eyes that had gotten her drunk before any drop of alcohol had whet her tongue.

And that was the truth of the matter. The booth she had been crammed into with him when he had asked for her assessment had been plenty to expose her to his size against hers, the shape of him, the depth in his eyes, the perfect smell that wafted from his shoulders. A machine didn’t possess the expression or the scent that he did. Over sixty percent bionic. She didn’t care how much of it was if he just held her faze as he had and continued to kiss her like he was.

His hands made quick work of sliding down her sides to the backs of her thighs in order to hoist her higher onto himself, his hands coaxing her knees about his hips, and she whimpered as she inhaled. She crossed her ankles to maintain the position and pressed herself more snugly against him, pushing her hands into his hair.

“Be human for me.” She murmured against his mouth. She had seen him when he was linking into a network, listened to him give statistics, and even then the sound of his voice drew her. But in the last hour, she had seen him be far more human than she had ever seen him before, as though he had allowed her to see through a window he normally kept draped. “Because you’re so beautiful when you are.”
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Elise's weight was no problem for him. Even now, with the cybernetic components disengaged from his conscious mind, the increased strength supplied by bionic body parts was still functioning. There was a subroutine to ensure the harmonic symbiosis of human tissue and artificial components. So it was no added effort necessary to easily hold and support her as she took up the position against his hips.

No added physical effort anyway. Since it was her words that tripped him a little. Jaxon knew the residents of the theatre generally found it useful to have him around. But that was for other reasons than being human. His humanity had not scored him a bed or the role of head of security.

So to be human? Her words against his mouth made him pause for a moment and he opened his eyes. Who was this girl?

Little more than just another face in a crowd. A human whose role in Gabriel’s growing group of mutant rebels here he had yet to fully grasp. A girl, who had spent well over an hour in that booth with him before, and he had allowed himself to notice that she was more than just a pleasant face. She was pretty, sensual, attentive … and she had treated him not like the exchangeable walking and talking interface of a machine.

So now, that she had seen that, then shared well over half a bottle of whiskey with him, had humoured his little strolls into almost philosophical matters, she wanted to see the man behind the machine? It was a new experience to him, especially in a world that no longer cared about the human side when one possessed the genome.

What followed then puzzled him even more. He could positively say that no one had ever used the word beautiful to describe him.

His lips once more framed hers in first a gently and then gradually more demanding kiss. Her yes had removed all barriers. And Jaxon wondered why he generally had not cared much about sharing his bed with a woman. Was that where the part of him that was machine separated him from the normal man? Because here and now, where his bionics and all the protocols that came with them were pushed to the back he could not think beyond his growing desire.

Jaxon turned, stepping back into the main room they had come through earlier. He manoeuvred them with uncanny awareness of his surroundings. His kiss never ended, and he never needed to look where he was going. One hand snaked underneath her top, slowly finding its way up her back, eventually just undoing the clasp of her bra with ease.

Back in the main room, he steered them to the left, his mere presence unlocking the door to his private room. He pushed it open, stepped in and shut it behind him. Without him there, it would not open from the outside.

Meanwhile, his kiss had explored her mouth … her lips, the rows of teeth, her tongue. He gently took her lower lip between his, his dark eyes opening to look at her. Now he could feel his head swimming ever so slightly. He widened his stance, ensuring the both of them would not fall. If she were to look around she would find what would have once been a small office. There was a table, and a chair. A cupboard doubling as his closet. And then, he had a futon bed of considerable size. Reward to the man who generally slept no more than three or four hours a day to ensure the residents of the theatre were safe.

The sheets were clean and the bed was made. Cozy was certainly not the word for this room, functional was more fitting. But it was his – human or not, he liked this place solely for that reason. His own little corner of the world.

Jaxon put Elise down onto the bed, pulling her top and over her head as he stood back up. The bra simply went with it, and Jaxon let his eyes roam when he pulled his own shirt up and off. He unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his black cargo pants and pushed them down. Stepping out of them he leaned down, his hands finding the edge of his bed left and right of her. “I believe beautiful is a term much more fitting you, Elise …”, he said before his lips found hers once more and he gently but insistently kissed her to lay back onto the bed.

That is was very human to deflect a compliment was something Jaxon was not even aware of in this moment.

Another kiss. Leaving no doubt that he would not stop until the both of them were well spent. She tasted like whiskey and strawberry chopstick. He could smell orange on her, some citrus notes – it was intoxicating. Jaxon knew he could have analysed what came from here. Was the orange her shampoo and the citrus scents her perfume or vice versa? But that would have required him to fire up the chips in his brain.

He did not. Instead, Jaxon just allowed all of this to intoxicate him. His arousal – given his was only in boxers anymore – was impossible to hide by now. He pulled back, his chest moving with laboured breathing. He pulled up, kneeling on the edges of his bed over her. Skilled fingers found the buttons of her pants and he made quick work of them.

Then Jaxon stood back to pull them off of her.

He pushed forward, and onto her, his own almost naked form now flush on top of her. It did not even require conscious thought him to keep his considerable body weight supported sufficiently to not suffocate her. Of course he was a lot heavier than a normal man his size and physique. Propped up on one elbow, his other hand ran down the side of her face. Then down her neck, then across the soft skin of her breast. He found the little bud. A gentle pinch. Was he holding his breath? Jaxon exhaled as his hand ran further down to her side.

Warm fingers found the hem of her panties and he ran them along its line.

“Who are you … Elise Hartley …” he mused, his voice soft, barely more than a whisper as his lips grazed the tender skin of her neck just below her ear, to find the lobe and gently nip on it.
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There was some urge to take stock of the room he had finally stepped them into, some urge to catalogue everything within because it was his, but her focus was solely on him and the urgency with which he tugged her top and bra off over her head, her bottom having been settled on the edge of his bed. Her chest heaved slightly as she was able to once more look up at him and watched him make simple work of tugging his own top free. She watched every muscle flex, every tendon stretch, and she struggled to differentiate organic from bionic. But she honestly didn’t care where what was.

His hands went then to his belt and the buttons of his pants, and her hands fisted in the blanket of his bed to keep them where they were when all they wanted was to move forward to push his out of the way. She could be doing the undressing. But his motions were so quick and precise, that she relented the moment his pants pooled around his ankles. He leaned forward, and hand against the mattress on either side of her thighs, dark eyes fixated on her and her hands immediately rose to the sides of his face anticipatorily, when he turned her assessment of him back around on her. How human of him.

Then he kissed her again, not letting her respond, and she inhaled as he leaned her backward. It was hungry, restraint shuddering in an effort to snap. Her legs pinned beneath his weight, she had little else to do besides tip her pelvis against his, wanting him to move enough that she could work herself free of her own pants. When he seemed to get the hint, her fingers moved to her waistband only to find his fingers unhooking the button and making little effort of the sipper, then he was tugging the fitted denim off of her. He shifted back enough to yank them completely free as she maneuvered herself to best facilitate removal.

He descended once more and she drew her feet somewhat back towards herself so that she could cradle his hips with her thighs, exhaling a choked moan when he settled against her. Fingers against her cheek, against her chest, pinched around an already pert nipple and her eyes briefly rolled shut to better appreciate the sensation. He spoke as she arched into him, wondering who she was as his thumb skimmed the edge of her underwear, and she wanted to spit it right out then and there about exactly who she was. “Right now, I’m the girl with barely anything on while you ask who she is.”

Moving a little more boldly, she curved her hand around his hip and pushed it directly into his boxers to cup one of his cheeks to tug him that much closer to herself. “God,” she exhaled as a slip of a smile stole across her face and she lifted her head slight as though she could look down the line of their bodies, “are you perfect everywhere?” Even his butt was perfect, and if he told her it was some bionic enhancement, she was going to tip into a fit of giggles. She flexed her thighs against him, noting that his weight and structure allowed her for little in the way of flipping him, and instead nipped at his chin. “I want more.” She gave his words back to him, then licked her way back into his mouth.
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Jaxon smiled at her retort. And that was enough to make him take out the speed. There was no need to rush. There was no need to hurry because she would not leave. She would not excuse herself – and even if she did, that still did not mean that he needed to race through it. His system was suffering a lag as it was thanks to the alcohol. So he may as well enjoy what was happening on the human side of things.

The girl with barely anything on. “I think it’s about time you’re not wearing anything.” Jaxon did not notice how he pulled the words together, shortened them. Something, normally so very uncharacteristic of him.

He pushed her slip down, shifted her and him in order to get it off of her – just before her hand found its way into the back of his boxers. Again, her words made him smile. “I am”, he quipped, grinning. “Just tell me if you need me to flip.” He exhaled as her mouth found his chin and she worked her way to his mouth for another kiss. Jaxon craned his neck, meeting her and easily let himself fall to the side to pull her on top of him.

For a moment, he just lay there, her on top of him and her naked form moving as she kissed him in a way that was not far from driving him mad. Jaxon broke the kiss, pushing her back up just a bit to let hungry eyes roam her naked form. He could not remember when he had last been governed by lust and desire. Yet somehow Elise stirred a kind of curiosity that coupled with him disabling every last failsave and subroutine made this a maddening experience.

I want more

I was the chorus to this moment. He thought it, she said it.

Jaxon pushed up from his lying down position, his mouth latching on to a hardened nipple while his hand found her back and drew her towards him with gentle strength. He rolled his hips, making his own midsection come upward against her center.

While he had not done this in a long time, oddly enough it came back to him like a thing so mundane and natural like riding a bike. So his lips licked and nipped at the little bud, found its way across to its twin, before kissing their ways up to her chin and back down. Jaxon wanted a taste of her skin. He wanted to hold her when he did all he needed to do for her to drown in arousal. And he wanted to know just what it was she could make him feel.
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She let herself be drawn over, the same way she would allow a partner to turn her about a dance floor for a fine waltz. It was easy to allow for it, his hands at her waist and shoulder blade as he tipped his weight and she was suddenly over him, her knees settling to allow her thighs to straddle his hips. She loosed his mouth with a faint pop and slowly sat up atop him, letting her eyes slide about the curve of his jaw and down his neck when she noted a dark line along somewhat the backside of it that she hadn’t been paying attention enough to notice before. She shook herself from that solitary point, wanting to appreciate every bit of ink stitched into his skin, and dragged her eyes down and down, over every rippled crest, into every dip and definition, along every tattooed line. Down towards his navel and then to the point where her bare body sat flush against the waistband of his underwear that he still managed to wear.

It was exceedingly arousing to stare down at him beneath her, something about it that lit her from within. In any other instance he towered over her, was bulkier than her, wider than her, and she suddenly sat prim atop him like a monarch on throne. The left side of her mouth quirked at the thought, and then she ground herself down against the still barely contained warm length beneath her.

Jaxon seemed spurred by the gesture and was quickly sitting upward, hands pushing back around her to guide her forward to facilitate his mouth seizing a tightly pebbled nipple. Her fingernails scraped against his scalp and she ground herself harder against him, groaning, her chin pressed gently against his temple. He rolled his hips in a motion upward and she flexed her thighs once more about him. He moved from one side to the next for equal attention and heat dipped from her chest into her belly and straight to the junction between her legs.

He lipped and mouthed and kissed at the skin along her sternum up along the sensitive skin of her neck before descending back. When she reined herself back somewhat together, she used her grip in his hair to tug him back enough to look up at her so she could kiss him soundly, sucking at his lips before she settled her hands on his shoulders and pressed him back onto the mattress. He still had underwear on and she was not okay with that.

She licked gently at his lower lip before moving downward over his chin, along the column of his throat, then sucked the faintest trace of a bruise against his clavicle. She grazed over one of his nipples before biting gently at the skin of his ribs beneath it. Her weight slipped to his thighs and gradually towards his ankles as she shimmied slowly downward, her fingers sliding into the band of his boxers and tugged them carefully free. She kissed and kissed and kissed exposed inches of skin as the last bit of fabric was gradually withdrawn. Then she dropped them as she momentarily stood at the end of the bed, taking a long appreciative moment to let her eyes roam over every bit of him.

Her hands set back onto his ankles and she looked up at him, at his pupils blown wide, his chest rising and falling, then tendons in his neck taut. She worked to glide her palms up the ridiculously long lengths of his legs until they hesitated and perched on his hips. Lowering herself, her tongue darted out to wet her lips, then slid out further to like a thick warm stripe from the base of his length slowly up to the tip, swirling about the head and she moaned quietly. She could have savored the heat and the taste of him for hours, especially when his hips twitched in response. The heat in her abdomen flared and compelled her to be far more selfish before her nerves could remind her of where she was, so she made her way back to her original placement and settled her body back against his bare pelvis. She curled her toes beneath the back of his knees and exhaled. She let her eyes slide shut as she rocked herself against him, pushing her left hand out to prop against his chest, while her right cupped up beneath her small breast, gently squeezing towards the point in tune with the motion of her hips.

She repeated the same motion again and again, edging herself closer with every swipe and she marveled that she could bring herself so close with her mind and body so warm, the scent of him so thick, and he wasn’t even inside of her. She was not disappointed when the hand at her chest abandoned its placement to seek out where their bodies met and guided him to her. When he was fully seated inside of her, she bit her lip and looked down at him. “What would you do if I told you how good that you felt?” She asked, her voice breathy and her eyes half lidded.
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[In-Character] [Post #20]
Jaxon liked the way she looked at him. The way the hunger was there, visible in her eyes, sitting like a whisper on parted lips. She could appreciate him, and he gladly let her. It was quite the simple gesture, because he, too, enjoyed what he saw. Gentle but strong lines drawing the curves of her body. Shorter than his, smaller than his, but certainly the frame of a skilled fighter. Her upper arms and shoulders were defined, when she sucked air in, he swore he had seen the outline of a sixpack. Somehow the idea of a woman with definition like this spurred its very own heat of wave to race through him.

A groan escaped him when she pushed her midsection down, her bare center grinding against the thin layer of cotton that still separated them. The taste of her skin on his lips was intoxicating – and it was only amplified by the feel of her fingernails scraping his scalp. She met each grind of his hips, easily making him having to breathe hard. When had his breathing last been truly laboured?

His lips were parted, and his eyes wide open when she brought his head up to look at her. Her kiss was feverish and for the moment, both his arms just lay around her, pressing her against his chest. Elise was so warm, so soft yet with a tough layer underneath. The entire idea was nothing short of highly intriguing. The idea to make her come apart at the seams. Someone as skilled and strong as she was. And while she was no mutant, she still put quite a number even of his kind to shame.

Jaxon’s groans, whenever they escaped, were deep, throaty sounds coming from deep within his chest. She was somehow drawing forth his human side, making him want to be less of the machine and unearth whatever impulse and chaotic energy he had left in him. He wanted these sensations, wanted to know what it was she could draw out of him.

Closing his eyes, he let his mind follow the trace he kissed and licked down his throat and chest. Jaxon’s hands were in her hair, pushing the strands all to one side and gently letting his fingertips trail along the line of hair at the nape of her neck. The sounds she drew from here were those of approval and encouragement. Oddly enough, part of him had eventually just decided that maybe his bionic side was off-putting to most females. A vibrator with a human face was not in high demand.

Elise was currently putting that observation to shame. Maybe that was why the male side of him pushed to the front, testosterone negating his sometimes somewhat androgynous approach to things. It was something almost primal, certainly somewhat feral, stirring deep inside of him. He wanted to be strong for her, be someone she needed, someone she wanted to bring her the pleasure both of them were currently after.

When she slipped her fingers into the waistband of his underwear, Jaxon just lifted his midsection a little, letting her complete the undressing finally. Her kisses were all so close to the center, that he could not help the sometimes jerk-like bucking of his hops. Jaxon was breathless when she suddenly paused, he looked down at her – and the sight made his eyes roll back for a moment. Another moan tore out of him.

Elise sat there on the floor, between his legs and was taking stock, appreciating him now that all clothing had come off. Jaxon knew he was well equipped. Years of training, bionic components, and nature being kind to him, he most certainly bore the looks that made him favourable to the ladies. Yet, to have one look at him like she would devour him any moment like she just had …

The shiver took him whole and Jaxon pulled head and shoulders up and off the mattress. He pushed his elbows back under him, propping himself up slightly. And what he saw made him hold his breath, even if not for long. Her tongue ran across the entire length of him. Sight paired with the sensation made his lips part once more, another groan. His hips twitched with a slight jerk upwards. “Oh god..”, he breathed out, letting his head fall back for the moment. His adam’s apple pronounced against his throat, Jaxon swallowed and tried to get sufficient air into his lungs as the heat in his loins grew.

The sensation was like a tickle in the perfect place, pushing his bionic side far far out of his reach. He exhaled with a shiver when she suddenly stopped, wanting to move back upward. “Please,” he heard himself grind out breathlessly. “Just a little more?” His breathing was about twice as fast as it would usually be. “It feels … amazing.”

Jaxon wondered whether it was obvious that he had not done this in … months? The scientists had planned him with the hope for an ever ready tactic unit. He was supposed to function under pressure and with a sharp mind. A man requiring to shake one down in the midst of a mission – possibly taking his aggression out on an innocent human woman – was of no need. So he had been equipped with ways and means to counteract certain male quirks. Jaxon’s missions would not have been getting into women’s bedrooms – so his bionics allowed for him to mute that desire.

Just that Elise had yanked the lock under which this desire had been hidden right off its hook.

She seemed to consider, a smirk on her lips for a moment, before her head once more moved down and Jaxon felt her warm tongue and lips on him, around him. He arched his back, pushing his elbows wide underneath him so his back once more hit the mattress. More noises of appreciation followed paired with deep groans.

When she moved upward the next time, Jaxon did not stop her. The need for another sensation now replacing the previous one.

Elise’s smaller frame climbed on top of him and this time, as she settled against him there was no barrier of fabric between them. Jaxon exhaled though his nose with a quiver, his lips pressed tightly together in wild anticipation of what came next. Jaxon let her get comfortable shifting his hips slightly for her.

When she began her motion she simply sat on top of him. Her heated flesh against his. Jaxon’s hands found her thighs and he let his fingers dig into the skin there. “Don’t tease”, he breathed out, the words drowned by a moan, and his hands squeezed the expanse of her upper thighs.

Elise’s hand dropped away from her breast with Jaxon’s eyes instantly fixing on the small bud there that was now without additional attention. He wanted to replace that attention with his lips, his tongue but was cut short, when he felt Elise’s hand slip in between them. Her fingers wrapped around her and gently tugged him where he needed to go.

He exhaled, his breathing shorter than before. Dark eyes, pupils wide open and the awoken hunger so apparent in them, fixed on her face as she moved her body so easily accepting him in inch by inch, and eventually all the way. Jaxon bit the inside of his lower lip in attempt to regain control. While he could override those male quirks it did not mean that they were not as male, and as normal as any man’s when left to their own devices.

Then Elise paused. The lovely warm brown strands of her hair framed her face and her light skin looked almost angelic in the dim light of his room. A beautiful and beautifully naked vision against a room that was normally deserted. Was it wrong that he already knew that tonight could not just be a one off thing?

If she could bring the man forth from behind the android, Jaxon wondered what else she could do.
Her words were like fuel to an already burning fire. “’Lis …” Lees, shortened her name as there was no more breath in him right now to pronounce it fully. Jaxon flexed his mid-section, sitting up. He pushed further to the edge of the bed and shifted his hips a little further to make sure he could still reach as deeply. He rolled his hips once, the hand against her backside pushing her down when he reached his highest point.

“This …”, he simply half mouthed half whispered, in response to her question. Pushing one foot out slightly, one hand securing her where she was against him, he used the other hand to push up. Now here were the advantages a man half made of metal came with. He had strength and body control beyond that of an average human and even most mutants.

Jaxon knew that he certainly did not have the sexual experience – at least not the encounters he could remember – some human males did. But given his physique he had an innate understanding of how to use his body to achieve almost any kind of desired move. Standing up, holding a woman against him while he was seated deep within her was just one of those things.

Both hands were under her backside now, securing her in place with unwavering strength. Jaxon decided to leave the exercise where he could certainly do this without a wall to lean her again for the next time. So now, he slowly took them forward, and eventually let her backside come flush against the smooth surface of the room’s door. He tipped his hips back a little, and made sure Elise’s legs were locked behind him.

One hand still under her as additional support, his eyes were at her level when the free hand found the pert nipple of her breast. He gently squeezed, rubbing his palm in a gentle circular motion across the little bud. At the same time, he let his hips roll again, wider this time and with slightly increased speed as he pushed up and back into her.

He pulled one of her hands up and back against his chest. Did Elise know much about his make-up? His heart was half clad in an ingenious metal sleeve that would adjust to the beating organ and with a certainty of 99.5 prevent truly fatal injuries to it. None of that changed that anyone pushing their ear against his chest – or their hand – could hear or feel his beating heart behind his ribcage. Her palm flat against his chest, he had his eyes on her as if to see that she could feel that. The hammering in his chest that she was doing. This was her, them – what they could and would do with the bodies of one another.

By now, Jaxon had picked up a rhythm. Not too fast but certainly not a slow grind. He wanted to see her come undone – wanted to prove to himself that he was still this human. Wanted to gift it to her. His groans were throaty, baiting her to match him.

Beyond the door separating the both of them from the rest of the security office, he could hear someone calling his name. Jaxon felt a slow grin spread across his lips before he locked his lips over Elise’s. Drinking in her smaller noises, Jaxon didn’t stop even when someone knocked on the door they were against.

Once more, his name was called. Still Jaxon saw no reason to answer or stop what he was doing.

When eventually the person appeared to have left, Jaxon let go of Elise’s mouth, shifting back just a little without ever interrupting his rhythm. Quite the opposite, he decided, and rocked into her with slightly faster motions.
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