Out of Practice - Part 2 - Fic for scifi_muses

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Character: Liz Sherman
Fandom: Hellboy
Rating: R (Language, violence, sexual content)
Word Count: 992
Prompt: Follow up to scifi_muses vol1.week34
The Joker: Come on, I want you to do it, I want you to do it. Come on, hit me. *Hit me!*
Setting: Post Hellboy II
Part: 2 of ?

Part 1


CRASH
I felt a shower of stone bits hit my face, like someone has thrown a large shovel full of gravel all over me. I heard them sizzle and hiss as they rolled down my flaming body and into a nearby puddle.

I didn’t open my eyes; I didn’t dare to hope what I wanted to hope. I felt a shower of droll hit my face; boiling away almost at the same speed it hit me. The thing let out a scream and I knew it was my one chance. I pushed hard with my legs and sent it moving back not even a foot, just enough for me to feel someone pulling me quickly back along the asphalt. I blinked, looking u at the stars.

I covered my face with my still flaming hands just to be sure I wasn’t dreaming. Alive? I was alive.

The thing screamed again as a series of gunshots rang in my ears. I uncovered one of my eyes just a bit to see the thing falling over, a pile of stony rubble and seeping ooze.

“Red?” I whipped my head around several times, still lying on the ground, half in a boiling puddle. “HB?” Was it him…or someone else? I frowned as I sat up on my knees and prayed a little prayer, not that God listened to me anymore. Not that he ever really did in the first place. “Red!” I called out again, that creeping fear of the worst possible outcome grabbing at my chest again.

“Hey, Babe!” I almost leaped into his arms when I heard his voice behind me. If my knees hadn’t been so weak from the combination of joy and shock that I felt, I would have.

“RED!” I grabbed his face with my still flaming hands and kissed him as hard as I could remember doing. I could hear him laugh and feel his lips curl into a smile on mine as we both fell down on our knees, both breath hard; panicked, frenzied.

I was never going to let him go, never ever ever again. I flung my arms around his neck and kissed him harder as we both fell backwards onto the ground, me crumpled a bit on top of him, our lips never separating. God, I love him so much. Why did it take me thinking he was dead to realize it again?

“Liz,” I heard him mumble after a few minutes. “I can’t breath.” He chuckled and picked me up off of him with almost no effort. I whimpered softly; I didn’t want to stop. I just had to be as close as possible to him in every way. I just had to; I had to be sure we were both still alive.

I practically flung myself back on top of him, grabbing at his already torn shirt with both hands, Raw undiluted need consuming me. “Don’t have to breath,” I almost gasped, my entire body still in blue flames. “You just have to…”

“LIZ! STOP!” He pushed me harder this time, sounding very upset. “Just STOP now!” he growled at me as he looked around the empty street.

My fire changed from cool blue to orange in an instant. My hand was still clutching his belt as I scowled at him.

“Are you actually refusing sex, Red?” I smirked trying to not sound angry, but I was. Christ, there was no pleasing him I thought will a frown. “What the hell?” I threw my arms up in frustration, gently letting my fire die out. Just perfect; a near death experience to kick start our sex life and he was telling me “no.” I never thought that would happen. Used to be all I could do to get him to leave me alone so I could get a few hours sleep.

“I’m not,” he grabbed my hands, not in an angry way but in genuine concern. “We’re not fuckin’ in the street for the entire world to see, Babe.” He mumbled, His eyes narrowed.

“Aw,” I flashed him a wicked smile, trying to soften his mood. “Why not? We could charge people to watch, make a little pocket money. What do you think?”

Please laugh, Red. Just a little smile or something…come on.

“Hmmm..” He looked up at the stars with a thoughtful look on his face. “No.” He said finally. He scooped me up in his arms a second later, carrying me like one of those silly princes in a cheesy romantic movie. It was cheesy. But it was also very romantic.

“We are going to go home, and Meyers is going to keep watching the kids, and you and me are spending the entire night,” He paused and smiled at me in that devious way he did when he wanted to say something perverse but thought I might get mad. “Together.” He finished innocently.

I laughed and kissed him just as hard as before. “Hurry up then, let’s get home.” I sighed a bit and smiled at him before going back to kissing him, then his neck. He always liked that. It had been a while, but I remembered. I could feel him get goose bumps.

“You know, I wish we brought the van; I’m not apposed to screwing in a van if the needs arises.” I let out a soft chuckle and smiled as he rolled his eyes at me.

“You’re killin’ me, Babe.” He almost moaned as he stifled a laugh.

He pushed open the door to the warehouse and brushed past John, me still in his arms. I wanted to see my babies, but that could wait until later.

“Hey you two are finally,” John called after us as Red pushed by him.

“Not now, Boy Scout.” Red stated flatly. “Gimme…” He looked down at me with a mischievous smile. “We’ll just see ya in tomorrow, Myers.” He shouted back as he shut our door with his free hand.

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