Title: Run While You Can
Author: Lisea
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: S/J
Summary: Is it hot in here?

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She stalks her way through the silvery basement hallways, barefoot, in the smallest, lightest dress she could find.

Damn the air conditioner for breaking down again.

She heads for the locker room, where she knows he'll be. The doors slide open, and she stops at the door.

He's still in his uniform. Good.

He turns around, looks at her, and she starts walking towards him ever so slowly, biting her fingertip. She circles him, runs a finger along uniformed body as she goes around. She stops before him, runs her hands up his chest and shoulders, and drags her nails down his chest, his waist, his hip bones, his thighs, before turning back up, towards his crotch.... and half an inch before reaching her goal, she moves her fingers away.

He gasps with disappointment.

"Tease."

She moves back a step, another, before turning around and walking towards the door. As the doors slide aside, she glances back over her shoulder with a heated look and a naughty smile.

He starts walking towards her.

She starts walking faster.

He's still coming after her, increases his speed to a light jog.

She takes off, runs towards the elevator, and with the help of her telekinesis, opens the door.

She hears him closing in on her.

She reaches the elevator, punches the button for the first floor, and sighs in relief as the doors start closing.

But it's too late.

His hand grabs the door before it closes, and he steps in the elevator.

She doesn't have a change to turn around before he pins her to the wall, her back to his chest. She can feel his hot breath on her neck, and his erection pressing against her ass.

"Thought you could get away from me, did you? Well, you were wrong."

She whimpers, tries to back up against him, but he pushes her back against the wall. He slides his hand along her inner thigh, stopping just short of her sex.

It was her turn to gasp with disappointment.

The elevator door slides open, revealing the dark wood paneling on the first floor. He stands back, letting her turn around, but keeps his hand on the wall, just above her ear.

"If you want to run, go ahead. Last chance."

She looks at him, steps past him into the hall. He starts walking towards her, slowly, surely, like a predator.

She's stepping away from him, backing up towards their room. Then she turns around, starts running towards the door.

He runs after her, reaches her at the door, grabs her by the waist and drags her inside so he can lock the door. She kicks herself free, but he grabs her wrist and pulls her against him.

"Oh, no. You're not going anywhere."

He backs her against the bed, pushes her down on it. She tries to crawl away, but he's holding her down by her shoulder, and against him she doesn't stand a chance.

But she doesn't mind, if the heavy breathing is any indication.

He still has his uniform on, and positions himself between her legs while opening his pants. He reaches up her thigh for her panties and rips them off.

She whimpers, tries to squirm away. She feels the blunt tip of his cock teasing her clit, and she whimpers even more.

He thrusts himself in, hard and deep.

She moans and arches against him, tries to scratch him through the uniform.

He pulls away her hands, pins them on the bed over her head with one hand, while the other is stroking her breast as he slams into her.

"Come on, baby. Come on..."

She's gasping for breath, and the fire within her is about to explode as he thrusts in her over and over again, making the whole bed shake. She wraps her legs around him, throws her head back and screams as the fire takes her over from the inside.

He covers her mouth with his, kissing her deeply, swallowing her screams. Her wet tongue in his mouth takes him over the edge, as he pushes himself into her even harder, both hands on her hips as he comes in her, biting her tongue in the process.

He collapses on her, buries his face against her neck, listens to her gasp for breath.

Her legs relax from their position and fall limply on the bed, as he rises up to kiss her. To taste the blood in her mouth.

"Sorry."

"Don't be. It doesn't hurt."

"Yeah?" he says, kisses her again. "Then maybe I'll do it harder the next time."

   

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