Shades of grey

****Okay, It's a bit short, but I was going for titillation over tawdry, ya know....Also, NO BETA!!!!! so bare with me....Hope you like my sad little fumbling attempt....Also, I live on reviews, you know....Feed me....****

It wasn't hard to find his room in the labyrinth that was the B. P. R. D. She just followed that amazing scent that was his and his alone. It reminded her of deserts and fire, musky but not overly so. And it went so well with that red skin...She encountered no guards and no locks that were beyond her power to open. Soon the only thing that stood between her and that amazing smell was one unimpressive wooden door. She opened it, slipping into the moonlit darkness beyond, tossing her pale hair and grinning like the devil himself. In the slant of lunar light from the one big window on the north wall, she saw him laying in a large bed, yellow eyes tracking her every movement. She wasn't sure if he had been asleep before she entered his quarters, but he was definitely not sleeping now....She closed the door behind her, and moved to stand in the moonlight, knowing how the white dress lent to her by Liz must look, outlined in silver and shadow, picking out and accentuating her curves better than an artist's brush....
"Uh....Cree?" She knew Hellboy would break the silence first, and the deep rumble of his voice in the darkness sent unexpected shivers through her body. She moved wraith-like towards him, seeming almost to float through the gloom. Cree refrained from speaking till she stood at the side of his bed, purring a "Yes?" when she reached her desired spot.
"C-C-Can I h-help you?" She relished the stuttering, unsure tone, knowing she must be throwing him through a loop and enjoying every second of it.
"Why, Yes, I believe you could....." She let that hang in the still air, all unspoken promise, and lowered herself to sit on the edge of the bed, breathing in his scent and feeling his warmth through the bedclothes. His tail twitched under the covers and she reflectively grabbed it, causing him to sit up and furrow his heavy brow.
"What are you doing here, Cree?"
"I'm here. That should be enough for both of us....." She released his tail, eyes glowing faintly in the dark, giving Hellboy the mental image of a cat about to pounce.
"Hey, if you can't sleep or something, I know a great twenty-four hour coffee place....It's nice and...."
Cree obliged his imagination and did pounce, covering his lips with her own, effectively silencing his ramble....He caught himself returning the fierce kiss almost by instinct, but with a groan that was half lust and half surprise, he pushed her away.
"What the hell has gotten into you??"
"Nothing, but it doesn't matter anyway.....I decided that I want you.....Why prolong the inevitable?" This feral eyed beast disturbed Hellboy on a number of levels, but he felt his arousal grow.....
"Because...Because..." Try as he might, he could think of no good reasons other than that small unsettled feeling in the pit of his stomach not to grab this ravishing night-creature and fuck her senseless, to fuck that predatory glare from the most beautiful eyes he had ever seen....
"Stop." She leaned in, kissing him again, softer this time, running slender fingers down his jaw-line. Drawing closer, Hellboy closed his eyes, returning the kiss, thinking that no harm could come from such a little thing as indulging her for a moment, trying desperately to suppress his growing lust, lust that yammered in his mind louder and longer than any of his misgivings....
"Cree, please...." Hellboy pulled away, catching her white hand in his own, feeling himself giving in, unsure why he was fighting it in the first place. He had wanted this from the moment he had seen her lying so pale and perfect in the infirmary, from the second their lips had first met.....But the kiss in the hospital wing had been full of light and life, no kin to this dark tangling of tongues, this midnight dalliance...
She chuckled then, a small staccato sound quickly lost to the night, and when she spoke, it was low, almost a purr; "I can smell your need. And even if I couldn't, there are other giveaways." He followed her gaze downward, and felt the color rise to his scarlet cheeks...Sleeping in naught but boxers coupled with a very traitorous lower appendage quickly put an end to all arguments, rendering them pointless...
When the Skin-Changer leaned in and ever-so-softly kissed the thick, corded muscles of his neck, Hellboy knew that this battle was lost. At the butterfly touch of her tongue tracing down his throat, he grabbed for her, and found her in the moonlight-dappled darkness.....

Cree was tight enough to force a low growl from his barrel chest, pleasure tinged with pain, as he buried himself to the hilt in her hot wetness. He felt her nails digging into his shoulder spurring him on, matching his low groans with her own crystalline cries, bringing her hips up to meet his....Under his great weight, she felt so fragile, and he forced himself to gentle his thrusts, knuckles white on one hand, stone grinding against stone on the other, as he gripped the bedclothes on either side of her, supporting his bulk with his upper arms, trying desperately not to give into the screaming voice in his head that demanded he fuck her hard and fast, that crowed with the delightful friction, demanded more....
She threw her head back, mouth open in a silent cry of joy, fangs wet and gleaming in the moonlight. Hellboy lowered his lips to hers, convinced that Cree in the throws of pleasure, pleasure caused by him none the less, was the single most beautiful thing he had ever seen....


Cree was atop him, riding him with a liquid grace and lithe motion that caused him to close his eyes and bare his own fangs, gripping her white hips hard enough to leave bruises, but, as always, even in the midst of passion, he was mindful of the right hand that could reduce bone to powder in an instant....She moaned, silver hair falling in front of her bright eyes, almost grinding now, feeling her peak coming on for second or third time that night. Hellboy had proved as tireless and insatiable a lover as she had hoped....It was wondrous to see this side of him, the demon unbridled, yellow eyes throwing sparks into the darkness, not speaking, growling his pleasure in a voice so deep that she could feel the rumble in her own body....The hands on her hips urged her to go faster, almost lifting her up in their urgency....
She watched his face as he came....It thrilled and frightened her to see him so, unbound, bestial....Then all coherent thought was driven from her mind as she orgasmed....


Much later, Hellboy held Cree against him, tired and happy. He nuzzled her white neck, breathing in the scent of her. "So, are you going to tell me what that was about?"
"Hmmm?" She purred sleepily. "What do you mean?"
"It's not every day the girl I've been dreaming about just waltzes into my room and...And....Does that..." It seemed the Demi-Demon had reverted back to his usual self, the bashful gentleman....
"I wanted to. Anything wrong with that? I've wanted you ever since you saved my life with a kiss...Well, I hope you enjoyed it was much as I did. I guess I' should be going..." Cree stretched and tried to stand up, but strong red arms enfolded her and pulled her back into the large bad, back into his broad chest.
"Uh-uh....You sleep here tonight, missy...."

Long after they had drifted off to sleep, Hellboy snoring slightly, a rumble deep in his chest like the purring of a great cat, Cree's eyes opened.....Baleful and yellow, they took in the scene with the most cursory of glances, and a sibilant, hissing laughter echoed faintly throughout the bedroom. After the merest breath of seconds, the skin-changer's eyes closed, the malevolent presence ebbing away, but Cree murmured softly in her slumber, tossing slightly, her once peaceful sleep now besieged with nightmares of creeping, ancient things that clutched and held, dragging her down into a deep darkness....She unconsciously reached out in her sleep, found Hellboy, and sunk into more pleasant dreams....