NorCrisp

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Here are two snippet's from Part II of NorCrisp76's (Tradermare, LanYap, and Kristin Elizabeth), SVM/NH crossover fic, Heroes and Hitmen.

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(Secret POV...;-p)

She moved with me, riding the wave of her climax, and when she screamed, "More! More! More!" I exploded inside of her. We gradually slowed, and when her panting returned to normal breathing, I threw her onto the bed. She laughed as she bounced on the mattress. My naked body came down on hers, and every place our skin met tingled with pleasure. It felt so right, lying on top of her, my hair framing her face, speaking her name between kisses, tongues teasing, her breath on my skin. I willed myself to slow down this time.

CatPOV

“Come here, Kitten.” His voice was at least an octave lower now.

“Why should I?” Mine was an octave higher.

“Because, luv, I’m either going to take you on this desk, or where you stand. The choice won’t be yours in about five seconds.”

I swallowed. This was the Bones I knew better than to disobey. This was a hungry Bones. This was the Bones that turned me on more than I even cared to admit. But I just couldn’t resist waving a red cape in front of the bull.

“And what if I say you won’t be taking me at all? What makes you think you’ve earned that right?”

He didn’t give me five seconds. He didn’t give me half a second. But I had been a full vampire now for more than six months, and although I couldn’t hope to be half as fast as Bones on his worst day, I still managed to practically teleport myself to the opposite end of the room before he got to me, my back slamming hard against the book case as I found my footing. Yeah, I was still getting used to vampire speed.
As he realized he’d missed me, he turned his gaze toward my new location, his half-cocked smile revealing his sharp teeth.

I have fangs too, buddy. And I took the moment to remind him of that fact.

“Oh, Kitten…” His teasingly lethal laugh was nearly inaudible. “That…was a mistake. I’ve seen Atonement.”

Before I could say a word, he was on me. And just like Keira Knightley against the bookshelf, the only thing besides Bones I had to cling to, was a wooden sliding ladder that sprawled to the top. This was going to be interesting.

Unlike the movie's heroine, I wasn’t wearing a dress. Bones didn’t seem to find that too difficult to maneuver around however, and had my jeans torn from my body in a matter of seconds. My blouse followed; buttons flying every which way as he reached behind me and grabbed from the back in one, swift motion. As my bra followed the mess my blouse had become, his mouth began sucking deeply on one of my nipples.

“Uh…Bones…”

“Have you ever been fucked against a bookshelf, Kitten?”

He knew my sexual history; almost one hundred percent of it had involved him. And he damn well knew it had never included a bookshelf. But at that moment, I couldn’t speak. I was naked and being pressed with the strength of what was probably one of the world’s most powerful vampires. My vampire.

“I know you haven’t Kitten, but I’m going to do that to you now, understand? I’m going to fuck you against these old books. Would you like that, luv?”