FF(Arhi): Lavender [Thread 2 link - p. 159] - Page 100

Chapter 23: Wolverine vs. Catwoman

[Not proofed yet; so forgive the errors]

For a moment, she was not able to move, stunned as she was that he was actually doing this. That he was actually kissing her. Lips on lips. Pressing down with a steady pressure just like she had imagined his kiss would be like. She hadn't known that she had imagined such a thing. For some reason, his scent invaded her senses. It was woody and musky and was more rugged than the polished synthetic cologne that she had expected he would wear.

"Kiss me back!" he suddenly whispered, pulling back for moment, and she looked up at him in surprise. He held her gaze unwaveringly and she felt it just like that. What she hadn't felt before. His eyes were soft now and something warm was unfurling inside her belly in response. She didn't realize that her lips had parted until he leaned down again, touching lightly first, getting her used to the sensation. The light friction of his lips over hers was sending down sparks along her spine like his force hadn't done before. He lingered and teased until she became drowsy with pleasure.

"You like that better?" he asked and the words took a while to reach her brain, she thought, traveling as they were at the speed of a snail smoking weed.

Snail smoking weed? What the!

Her eyes flashed open and she pushed at him, but he laughed even as he tightened his hold around her.

He brought her back up towards him so that her ears were against his lips before he asked, "You do like it gentle, don't you? It makes you go soft like you never do otherwise." And before she could stop him, his face was against her neck, the long coarse whiskers of his Wolfman rubbing against her skin in a way that should have been unpleasant, except his scent was making her close her eyes and breathe him in even when she didn't want to.

"What are you doing, Arnav? This is going to mess up everything." she thought to remind him, her lids half closed and her mind half empty.

"Do you want me to stop?" he asked, nuzzling her neck all the same.

"Yes." She told him even as she arched her neck just a bit to allow him a bit more room.

"Liar." He said before he nipped the soft skin.

"I don't lie. You didn't ask me if I liked what you were doing. You asked me if I wanted you to stop. I do want you to stop."

This time he did stop. He pulled back just a little, his eyes softer than before, as he said in a low voice. "When did you get to be so confident?"

She wondered the same now. Her boss of eight years, the notorious Arnav Singh Raizada, who couldn't keep his interest in a woman for more than eight months, was kissing her while she was dressed up as Catwoman. If she had any self-preservation instinct, she would run from him. But she didn't feel all that threatened by him as she did before. Maybe it was the power of the suit, but she felt quite languid, as if she could stay here in his arms all day and soak in all the touch of his coarse whiskers and soft kisses.

"I have been working for you for eight years. If your overconfidence didn't rub off at least a little bit on me, what good am I?"

"Overconfidence?" he asked and smiled again before nipping her by her jaw.

She had never seen him smile so much. It was so out of character. Both for Arnav and for Wolverine.

"You make a terrible Wolverine." She said rather than answer his question.

"I thought so too. I was thinking Lex Luther." He said before she felt him breathe in from just beneath her hair.

"How predictable. That's what Lee thought you would come as." She answered as she felt her fingers climb up into his hair.

"V convinced me to wear this instead." He said just before he pulled back from her like he remembered something suddenly.

"V. She is Catwoman too, you know."

She tilted her head in surprise. "Truly? I thought I was the only Catwoman..."

"f**k! That bas***d thought he was kissing you! Now it all makes sense!" he said now in agitation as he pulled back.

"Which bas***d?" she asked as she slid out of his arms and straightened.

"Rajeev."

"Rajeev? What? Why would he kiss me? Wait! He kissed your cousin?" she felt like the information was coming at her like torpedoes.

"Yes, Rajeev. And it makes sense of course. He is into you, not her. f**k! I am going to kill that bas***d."

Before she could gather up her thoughts coherently, he had gotten up and walked out.