Minutes began to feel like hours to her as she waited for whatever he'd done to her next to begin to take effect. He'd been correct in her astutely placing a metaphorical finger on such matters. Attempts at calming her breathing had been completely in vain--or perhaps it should have been said that it was in her veins. Slowly she'd felt her body's pain dull in certain areas and heat up in others.
The Doktor had been idly watching, all the while, for her expression to shift. When it did his lips curled slowly in the most amused smile he could fathom. He'd leaned down and gently coiled his strong digits around the arrow still jutting out of her shoulder as her eyes widened in horror.
"Now, now, liebe, it will only hurt for a moment," he soothed and before the last word had even left his mouth completely the most agonized muffle left her throat that she could muster. Tears soon followed as she snapped her eyes closed--she wailing as much as she could despite her ability to project the noise.
"Shh. I certainly could not leave that inside you. At least you can't feel as much as you could have," he reasoned. He'd taken to shuffling around inside of his satchel again as she'd watched him pull a different sort of syringe--one that lacked any needle.
"I do want to try this new invention on you," he reasoned aloud as he took the large apparatus and without remorse shoved it straight into her wound. She yowled in her throat--barely a sound actually leaving her mouth as he slowly eased the plunger down, he removing the syringe as it emptied. To her surprise the puncture did not leak anymore of her blood as she raised her brow in curiosity despite her pain.
Her expression had been one that had elicited, from their beginnings, a sort of solidarity between the two. She, too, carried a scientist's mind--a constantly ebbing curiosity that continuously hungered to be sated.
"Wunderbar!" he exclaimed in delight. Typically the doktor tested all of his new concoctions on himself, but she had quickly become one of his 'go-tos' as an outside variable. In the end she supposed she did not mind. After all, better her than her traumatized teammates.
Much to her, albeit dulled, agony he'd repeated the process on her leg which had earned him nearly the same results. The only deviation had been that his anesthetics had deepened their course. Her body, full of some sort of biodegradable sealant, was in a stable state again. Perhaps it was then that she'd really noticed where his hand had lingered. Despite the need to dull her pain he'd appeared to have been mindful of just how much of it he'd used--he was a skilled man in his craft, psychosis aside.
The heat from under his gloves was easy enough to note, but it could never rival the raw sear between her thighs currently. Her eyes drank over the sight of the German in his most natural of states. Even if she could, she would never change him. He was far too fascinating and unique the way he was.
She had been pulled from her thoughts when she felt his digits trace her thigh slowly once he'd finished admiring his own patch work. Drawing her eyes closed her breathing had shifted to a heavier depth briefly as his digits paused right in their place. Instantly her eyes had opened again as she caught the sick smirk lining his features.
"It seems that despite your pain that your other senses are being coaxed on just as I want them to. Ausgezeichnet," he whispered the last word.
Even without her ability to speak, her eyes spoke enough to him. They were currently searching the calculating blue grays that were focused on her. What they sought was what he was after from here on out. She'd quickly been ripped from her thoughts as her eyes moved to his hands as he slowly removed the vibrant red gloves that protected his digits of disease.
Leaving them inside out to contain the traces of her blood that they were coated in, his bare hand returned to her thigh as his other moved to rest on her hip. She could not move her hand but she most certainly could feel his thumb rubbing slow circles against a patch of her exposed flesh.
It was so startling sometimes when he touched her in such a manner--she was so used to his clinical ferocity that she'd forget that the ability to be humane and gentle existed in him. If she could still move she'd of certainly bucked her hips lightly. Instead a slightly glazed but longing look took her eyes now. Her face had always been so telling to her many moods but her eyes were always the key to it. Viktor could read her needs and desires a mile away.
"Always so hungry, mien Schatz," he teased but not without some roundness in his tone that could almost pass as an apology. Remorse was a short-lived emotion typically for her German lover, however, even if it was never cheapened with pity. This tone of apology was something more peculiar--one might even think that he was wordlessly apologizing for it having taken so long to find her. More than likely it was an apology of him being cumbersome; any lack of proficiency he loathed, as always. He never had time to second guess matters. All he knew how to do, some days, was act.
Perhaps that urgency was why he could, so often, appear so tactless in battle.
However, now, there was no sense of urgency.
He had captured his precious Täubchen and could defile her as he so pleased. He paid mind to keep his eyes on hers at all times and how they smoldered would always make her heart skip. Her cheeks burned red from the silent assertive dominance he carried as she closed her eyes--unable to look at him anymore. His gaze was, often times, too much; even if that moment had it not been there, the fact remained that eye contact had always done plenty to make her uneasy.
Brilliant and sharp orbs had snapped open quickly enough however as she watched him slip closer between her legs. Her heart practically danced in her throat as she watched him crane his towering height down. Her pulse quickened in tempo as she watched him slip lower and lower as he held himself up on toned arms. Still his face closed the space between them. He had fallen out of the range her eyes could see, only briefly, before she felt his nose press against her stomach--his lips just barely above the waistband of her lounge pants.
It was then that he exhaled sharply which caused her limbs, unable to move, to dot with goosebumps.
She could feel him pressing slow kisses across her stomach as it practically did backflips inside of her.
Watching him shift his weight onto one of his arms she could feel the opposite move to her hip he'd inquired of before as it traveled this time. Higher and higher it went until his thumb gently found the hard peak of her breast. It was then it danced lazy circles against it which only spurred electric sparks through her heart.
The softest of moans left her. Had he not been as close as he was he'd of never heard it.
Between stubble gently pressed to soft flesh she could feel his lips curl as he chuckled that deep husky tone through her body. She breathed in heavily as lidded eyes fell closed again. His foreplay was always so sinful.
She'd wanted to coax him along to moan and groan more vibrantly for him but perhaps that had been half of his reasoning for shooting her with his cocktail of paralytics. Without her there to drive him insane he was free to concentrate--to do as he liked. Perhaps he'd wanted to explore her unhindered?
She certainly couldn't ask him in her given state so the best she could do was enjoy it.
Feelings of elation were slowly ebbing in her body as they grew stronger. Slowly the pain in her limbs was easing, at least until his hand had left her chest and slipped down to the bottom of her shirt. He'd appeared to pay mind as he eased it up--careful not to move her arm anymore than necessary before carefully casting her shirt to the side. The cold ground under her body only caused more of her hair to stand on end but that sensation was quickly dulled when he'd craned over again and his mouth had lightly clamped down onto one of her breasts to suckle at it.
What had not helped was that with the way his had shifted his body this time; his thigh purposefully moved between her own as he ground it and the toys within deeper into her leaking frame. This earned him a heated and carnal response as her eyes practically lulled back into her skull.
She wanted so badly to call for him again. She'd dare not call his name in such bliss but certainly his titles.
Of all variables in their current act aside there was one thing she did know for sure and it was one thing that kept her mind firmly gripped in the reality of it all. There was the simple fact that his thick cock was grinding against her thigh that he'd taken to straddling. Her chest rose and fell in sharp motions as it was all-the-more apparent just how in-need he was making her. This had long since been a matter of what she'd wanted. She needed more--she needed him!
Even without dialogue between the two he was quick to take in her glazed eyes to determine what she wanted when his head had snapped to look over her again.
"Do you want me?" he whispered as she practically slammed her lids closed in answer. Her eyes rolled back into her head again, momentarily, before they opened again.
"What is it that you want?" he asked casually knowing full-well she could not respond before he continued. Rocking his strong hips against her thigh again he purposefully hissed as he bit his lower lip. Had she been able she would have attempted to have ensnared his mouth punishment damned for acting out of turn.
Her eyes pleadingly spoke to him as his resumed acting as though he were unaffected by his own arousal.
"You want that don't you?" he asked as he rocked his hips particularly hard against her thigh.
She shamelessly blinked her eyes again, just once.
"Then you will get just that when I am ready to give it to you..."