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That feeling...	By : Wildling Category: 1 through F > Being Human (US) > Being Human (US) Views: 1798 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own Being Human or any characters, and do not make any money. Some warnings are for later chapters.

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This was up, but I pulled it down and did some fairly extensive editing. Clearly I could use a beta so that grammar, typos and general nonsensicalness can be caught prior to my publishing it.

I would greatly appreciate any feedback or reviews, as it has been years since I wrote any fiction and this is my first time writing erotic fanfiction!
I do hope that you enjoy.

She knew what he was the moment she saw him. Well, smelled him was more accurate, by looks he was just an ordinary man in his mid-twenties, cute in a geeky sort of way... it was the smell that gave him away as something more. A normal girl may have looked right past him, but she was no ordinary girl. In appearance she was not more remarkable than the person she was surveying. She was petite and curvy, dirty blonde hair pulled back in a messy bun at the top of her head. She was dressed casually, in yoga pants, black flats and a baggy hoodie that concealed her figure. Her face was pretty, but non uncommonly so. She had high cheekbones, and a complexion that tended towards ruddy. Her blue eyes were framed by long lashes, and her lips were glossy and pouty, but the top lip was thinner than the bottom, and her smile, though straight and white, had a little too much tooth. Basically, a normal girl.
Though she looked rather unremarkable, she moved with a slightly inhuman grace through the crowded hospital. Some would call it a dancer's grace, truly it was the grace of a predator. She was a predator, a werewolf, and tomorrow was the full moon. Through the definitive hospital smell, and the scents of ordinary people, she smelled him... another wolf.
Josh was pushing a wheelchair with an old man in it, chatting amiably as he made his way towards her. He was of average height and build, dressed in hospital scrubs. His hair was light brown and messy in an endearing way. His eyes were down, looking at the patient as he chatted, and she could not see their colour. She continued walking, making sure to brush his arm gently with her own arm as she passed. A mistake in the close quarters of the hospital, it would seem to an observer. She didn't say anything, but it had the desired affect, he noticed her. More correctly, his wolf noticed her wolf. The sensation was strange, more intense than with any other she had come across, a jolt that went straight from her arm to her core. She suppressed the urge to stop, to grab him by his scrubs and pull his lips to her... to fuck.... Yes, definitely stronger. She blinked and tried her best to keep collected though and managed not to break pace. She was several feet past him when his head whipped around, looking at her. She had looked back at the same time and offered him a smile and a wink as she got on the elevator. He blushed and looked at her in mild confusion.
'He doesn't know. Can't see. He felt it, but doesn't know what he felt...' she realized. She had turned to face him after entering the elevator and was now watching his face thoughtfully as the door closed. His eyes were brown, she noticed as she continued to stare unabashedly. She leaned forward and pressed the button for floor 1. She made her way to the cafeteria and ordered a coffee, waving away the woman before she put anything in it. She paid, with neither smile nor word. She was considering her options.
She'd been in town a few weeks, and he was the first were she'd seen. The town seemed to be practically crawling with the undead, she'd even spotted one in scrubs on her way into the hospital, she wrinkled her nose at the thought. However, that she had seen it was light on weres. He was cute, uneducated clearly, but cute. She DID like a project. Yes, she decided, she would continue what she had started back there.
She finished her coffee and made her way back upstairs. She didn't see or smell him, he must have left the ward. She entered room 311, and sat gingerly on the edge of the bed, leaning forward to place her hand on the woman lying in the bed's forehead. The woman opened her eyes, and frowned.
“Jess! Leave me be, have enough people poking and prodding me without you starting” she admonished.
Jess smiled gently and removed her hand.
“Fair enough, you just looked flushed...” and then she was backing up quickly as the woman suddenly wretched, narrowly missing emptying her stomach contents on Jess's lap. Jess was thankful for her quick reflexes. Being puked on would have been rather unfortunate. Afterwards, the pale woman in the bed looked horrified, tears glistening in her eyes as she started to apologize. Jess shook her head.
“Mary, it's alright. You missed me, anyways. Though, I guess it would have served me right for poking at you!” she smirked. “I'll just call a nurse.”
It was only a moment after she pressed the call button that a nurse popped her head in. The situation was pretty obvious – the smell and the new and exciting breakfast coloured sheets gave it away.
“I'll get someone to take care of that.” the nurse said.
Jess went to the bathroom and found a cup near the sink. She filled it with water, after running the water for several minutes, trying to get it cold, eventually giving up and settling on 'not warm' and brought it out to her friend.
The current smell of the room masked anything else, so she was surprised to find him already in the room, removing the old sheets and making a joke to Mary who was apologizing again. She walked around to the other side of the bed and offered Mary the cup, wordlessly. Mary took it gratefully, and downed it quickly.
“Josh here was just assuring me he's seen worse.” she informed Jess with a weak smile.
Jess nodded. “I expect he would have. ” He worked in a hospital, and was a were. Vomit was likely not very high on his list of unpleasant things, there was much worse things to see.
Josh, who seemed to have been at ease before had stiffened when he noticed her, his manner becoming awkward. He finished cleaning up and turned to leave. She followed him out the door. Mary, laying back in bed rolled her eyes. Jess always did like the odd ones.
When out of the room, she tapped Josh on the shoulder. He jumped and turned to look at her, mouth slipping into a snarl, before he caught himself and coughed.
“Woah! Don't sneak up on a guy like that!”
Jess inwardly rolled her eyes. He really was uneducated. He should have known she was just behind him. Should have sensed it, heard it, smelled her. She put a smile on her face and apologized.
“Sorry. I'll make it up to you with a drink. Tonight, after your shift.”
He stammered, and she could tell he was going to say no.
“It wasn't a question. A drink. After your shift. There is a bar just down the street.”
He frowned at her, “How do you know I don't have plans?”
She tilted her head at him. “Do you?”
He stammered again, “Well... no.. but.”
She smiled. “Fantastic, what time are you off?”
He protested, “I don't even know your name...”
She laughed, and nodded, giving him that one. “It's Jess.”
He sighed slightly, but she could see in his eyes that he was intrigued. “I'm done at 6.”
“Great, I'll see you at 6:15.” she told him, and then turned and went back into the room.
Mary was looking much brighter and waited a minute before breaking into laughter. “Only you!” she said, shaking her head at Jess.
At 6:15, she was sitting at the bar, surveying the room. She checked her watch. He was about to be late. Perhaps she ought to have met him in the hospital. Less room for him to duck out. She'd thought he seemed interested enough to show up, but she'd misjudged these things before. She crossed her legs and tapped her booted foot against the frame of the barstool. She was about to give up and turn and order herself a drink when she heard the door open and it was him. Standing there in a plaid buttondown shirt and jeans. She liked what she saw. He didn't just look good in scrubs.
He looked nervous. He looked around, his eyes stopping when he saw her. He gaped for a moment, and she smiled and lifted her hand in greeting. She'd dolled herself up a bit since she saw him this morning, and was looking pretty damn good if she said so herself. She watched his eyes as he looked her up and down – taking in her tight blue jeans, knee high leather boots and a t-shirt that clung to every curve in.
“Josh!” she called in greeting “I'm happy you made it.”
He shook himself out of whatever thoughts he'd been in and nodded at her, apparently still working on finding his voice. He walked to her and sat down on the stool beside her.
“So what do you drink? I'm buying!” she announced.
“Um... beer... Guinness?” came the reply, sounding unsure. She called the bartender over and ordered for them.
“A Guinness and a triple Crown on the rocks.” Josh looked a bit surprised at her order. She grinned wolfishly at him. “Normally I'm not so fond of the hard stuff, but I find it helps, the night before.”
He looked puzzled. “...Before what?”
She was surprised he hadn't figured it out yet, it made her wonder if he'd ever even encountered another were. Where was his maker? He ought to have been taught how to recognize others of his kind. Perhaps he was very new... or alone, not everyone got a proper were upbringing, she supposed.
The drinks arrived, she pushed his towards him. Their fingers brushed, and she felt the same small jolt she had felt earlier when she brushed by him. Her wolf recognized him, and clearly liked what it saw. He was coming home with her, she decided. He clearly felt it too, and he started to blush and crossed his legs. He looked about ready to bolt. She avoided his question for now.
She lifted her glass to him. “Cheers!” He lifted his drink as well, and the glasses clinked together.
“So, Josh... I'm new in town, can you tell me any city secrets? Best pizza?” she asked, hoping to get him more at ease. He answered and they chatted about the city and some of the secret or not so secret best places to go. He finished his beer quickly, which she attributed to nerves though he'd lost the frightened rabbit look. The bartender arrived with another beer as he finished, she'd started a tab before Josh arrived and instructed the bartender he'd get a good tip if the glasses stayed full until she told him otherwise.
Josh appeared to be relaxing into the conversation, but Jess was attributing it to the fact he was drinking more rapidly than she was. He was on his third or fourth drink, and she nearly through her second when he asked again.
“What you said before... you like whiskey the night before... the night before what?” He'd relaxed a bit, since the last time he'd asked and no longer seemed in danger of running away, so she answered this time.
“The full moon. The change.” she said directly, giving him a level gaze. He coughed, choking on his beer.
She'd misjudged. He put down his beer and looked at his watch. “My! Look at the time. I should go. Great talking with you Jess.” he said quickly, turning to go. She was on her feet and blocking his path before he had made it a step.
“Don't be silly, sit back down Josh. Finish your beer at least... we can pretend I didn't just say that if you like...”
He stopped, seeming to consider his options. It was a long moment before he turned and sat back down, grabbing his beer and taking a long swig.
“Okay.”
She made no more mention of the full moon or changes, or anything vaguely supernatural all night. By the end of the night she had gotten him to relax again and they were chatting and joking easily. He was a little bit drunk, slurring his words slightly. She was too, she realized.
It was getting late, the tab had been paid.
“Walk me home?” she asked. “I don't live far.”
He nodded, and stood up. “Sure.”
Evidently he was not realizing that especially tonight, she was more than capable of taking care of herself. They walked towards her house, she hadn't lied, it was only a block away. She stopped in front of a large Victorian house.
“This is me.”
He looked to the house, “The whole thing?”
She nodded. “The whole thing.”
They turned to face one another. Josh shifted, suddenly awkward again
“So, good night.”
After a few seconds he put out his hand, hesitantly. He didn't want to touch her, she could tell... the jolts before had made him hesitant about that. She wondered briefly what exactly he had felt, as to her, it had been nothing if not pleasant.
She reached out and took his hand, pulling him towards her with unnatural strength. Touching him was its own reward, and the ache that by this time was becoming familiar deepened with the prolonged contact. Taken by surprise, he moved in and she put her other arm behind his head and pulled his head down, capturing his lips in a kiss before he could get the protest she saw forming out. He only tried to pull away for a microsecond, before his free arm wrapped around her and he started kissing back.
The jolt of touching was transitory and strange, but this kiss was like nothing she had ever experienced. At first he had kissed back gently, sweetly. She felt hazy suddenly and it wasn't just the alcohol, she could tell she was already soaking wet, and rational thought was fleeing. She moved her hips in closer towards him, wanting more of her touching him. She could feel that he was hard already, through his pants. His kiss deepened, his tongue slipping into her mouth. A small growl slipped past her lips, into his mouth. His eyes opened and she felt him start to pull back. His lips escaping from hers, she bit down on his bottom lip as he pulled away.. trying to stop them from leaving hers. Her eyes were open now too.
His eyes widened, and it was him growling now, bending back down and kissing her again. This wasn't a sweet or gentle kiss. The kiss grew desperate and she pulled away. “Inside.” she said curtly, backing up to the door, pulling him with her. She unlocked the door without looking away from him, glad she had a passcode.
The door swung open and then practically fell inside, as was Josh nipping the side of her neck. She kicked the door closed as she was unbuttoning his shirt. She made it exactly one button before just grasping it and pulling, the buttons popping off. She ran her hand down his chest.
And then they were kissing again, her hands running down the bare skin of his sides as he pushed her against the wall. Nails lightly trailing down his back. And then he pulled back again, she whimpered at the loss of contact. He roughly pulled her shirt over her head and then he looked down at her. He stepped back, his whole manner had changed since the beginning of the kiss.
Josh may well have been a cute, shy, awkward guy, but if it was his wolf in charge, his wolf was an alpha. He started to unbutton his jeans. She bent and quickly unzipped her boots, and slid her jeans off without undoing them, glad she hadn't worn a belt. The loss of contact cleared her head a bit. She quickly bent down for her purse, pulling out the single condom she kept for emergencies. She'd managed to wrestle enough self control back for a moment to take that precaution.
His pants had dropped to his feet, and she realized he'd taken his boxers off with them. His hard cock was standing at attention, a small drop of pre-come on the head already. She licked her lips in anticipation, but she held her control and straightened, reaching her hand out to him with the condom in it.
She handed it to him. He started to drop it, but she grabbed his hand.
“Josh.” she said. She hoped it wouldn't bring him out of it to the extent that he ran off. The look in his eyes changed for a moment. “
Yeah,” he nodded briefly and then he unwrapped. She was enthralled, eyes taking him in. He was more muscular than he looked in clothes, and she appreciated his body, looking from his face down... by the time her eyes had reached his cock again he'd rolled the condom down his prick and was looking at her hungrily. She reached out and touched his stomach, hand trailing down and brushing against his hard cock.
That was all it took for him to push her against the wall. She was picked up as he kissed her hard, growling deeply. She felt his hard cock brush up against her soaking wet panties. He pulled back a bit, still holding her upholding her up with one hand under her ass. With his free hand he ripped the delicate fabric and they slid to the floor.
She wrapped her legs around his hips as he thrust into her in one movement, meeting little resistance as she was so wet. Another growl, she wasn't sure if it was him or her. He thrust roughly, hands supporting her at her hips, his head dipping to nip at her neck again. She wrapped her arms around him. His lips met hers again and again she bit his bottom lip once more, to which he responded with a deep growl and bit back.
Jess tasted blood, but didn't mind. Already she could feel the pressure building, his cock hitting all the right spots as she cried out. In the back of her mind she wanted to say something, call for more, or faster but all that came from her lips was incomprehensible sounds, growls and cries.
It was unlike anything she'd ever felt before. She'd had sex, made love, fucked... but this was something primal, animal. Unrelentingly he thrust into her, the sounds coming from his lips hardly human. His eyes were closed, she noticed. She ran her nails down his back, enough to leave a trail of reddened skin which faded quickly. Her hands reached as far as they could, pulling his hips towards her. She needed more.
His pace increased in response, and she gripped him, nails digging into skin. The orgasm that had been building took her suddenly and she cried out, half growl half groan as her pussy convulsed around him. Her hands tightened further and he opened his eyes, throwing his head back slightly and he too was taken by orgasm, grunting as he thrust into her one last time. She loosened her hands, fingers coming away slightly bloody. She'd broken skin.
They were both panting, him still holding her against the wall. He was softening inside her. He pulled out as she unwound her legs from around him, putting them towards the floor. He let her go, stepping back, breaking all contact. She realized, and was slightly horrified that she had done quite a number to his sides with her nails, blood beading. She lifted the back of her hand to her lip and wiped away the small amount of blood she could feel from a small cut there.
He looked at her a long moment, he didn't appear to have noticed his own injury. He looked back at the door and then to her. He reached towards her, hand near her mouth, as if to try to wipe away the blood, and then seemed to change his mind, hand dropping to his side. He appeared to be trying to figure what to say or do, opening his mouth and closing it again, the lust had faded from his eyes and left confusion.
Jess wasn't sure what to say, she didn't have an explanation for what had just happened. She'd intended to take him home... but she hadn't foreseen exactly this. She shrugged at him in response to his questioning look and grabbed his hand, and pulled him upstairs to her bedroom. They didn't say anything, just both collapsed into bed on top of the covers and were quickly asleep.
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