Otherside of the Game (4)

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4:  "Call My Name" --Prince

Victor woke her up at some point for early morning sex, which she sleepily obliged until he did something incredible that woke her up.

"Mmmmn, you're spoiling me with all this, sweet thing..."

"I'm a man with a plan, beautiful..." he murmured, lifting her leg up over his back.  "I need to go deep."

"Go deep," she replied.  "And then let's go back to sleep..."


Hours later, she made them a late breakfast; fresh fruit, brioche French toast, bacon, sausage, eggs and hash browns.  Victor stumbled out of her bedroom, naked as a jaybird with more morning wood and bed head.  Nedra stood in the kitchen, wearing a Wonder Woman t-shirt and blue shorts with fuzzy blue claw slippers on her feet.  She was singing in a low voice and he caught the end of a verse.

"...they can bug my phone and peep around my home; all they'll see is you and me making love inside..."

When she saw him, she smiled.  “Good morning, Victor.”

“It would have been a better one if I could have made another visit to the Promised Land.”

"That first trip wasn't enough for you, Victor?  You were all over me."

"You make it seem like I can get enough of you.  Knowing you, it may be weeks before you let me have you again.  You know, with that whole Where's Waldo thing you got going on at work."

"You found me, though," she said, plating food.  "And you really are a nudist, aren’t you?”

“Nobody’s looking and even if they are, I don’t care.”

“Come eat.  Then you need to take a shower.  It’s after one and I have things I got to do today.  So do you.”

“Can we shower together?  I’d rather do you,” he said, sitting down at the table just as Nedra plopped a huge plate in front of him.

"Of course you would, but then that would take time I don't have.  We tend to...linger.  Sorry, baby."

He stared at his plate.  Nedra tended to give him a lot of food and he always cleaned the plate.  “How am I ever going to go back to Yang’s after all this?” he queried as he tore into his eggs.

“Simple.  You don’t.”

“I don’t cook.”

Otherside of the Game (3)

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3: "Part Time Lover" --H-Town

Later, much later, they were in the shower, bathing one another while making love.  Nedra initiated the act and showed him everything she wanted him to do…which he obediently did.  They were in her rainfall for so long the water ran cold and he picked her up and carried her to the bedroom…where the love continued.  It was clear that Nedra didn’t give a flying fuck that they’d drenched her duvet.  Victor was in a heaven he never thought he’d get to.  Time with Nedra was exactly what his starved soul needed.  Her attention, care and feeding of his emotions, needs and passion was a panacea to his torment, isolation and frustration with things beyond his control.  She was on top, gracing him with her splendid kisses and his hands were, as always, firmly planted on her ass, kneading and squeezing.

He wanted this.  This.  What this was, what they were sharing.  The intimacy of lowering his barriers and allowing someone like Nedra inside to serenade the walls of the heart and show him that he did have a tender side; that he could exist in a softer variation of the world he had carefully constructed over the years.  What made her special was that she was not put off by his obnoxious personality or overall dickishness.  She cut through his nonsense and saw right through him to him…and more importantly, liked what she saw.  He wanted to share his secret world with her.  Even though Nedra had made it perfectly clear that her heart belonged to another man, Victor didn’t give a single slice of a fuck about Jon and was perfectly fine going head to head with him for her.  She was worth it.

Otherside of the Game (2)

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2: "Got to Give it Up" --Marvin Gaye

Later they were on the couch.  Nedra called Sherpa’s and absolutely refused to order anything from Yang’s despite Victor’s protests.  She ordered chili-roasted beef, deep fried potatoes with aioli, a basket of mixed rolls with herb butter, goat cheese bruschetta, Spanish olives and chocolate strawberry cheesecake.  She had a bottle of merlot to go with the meal and once the meal was spread over her coffee table and the TV was on, she watched with satisfaction as her guest devoured every single morsel.

“Food is good, isn’t it, Victor?” she said, licking her fingers from a cheesecake cube.

“This is.”

“You should try eating more than Yang’s,” she said.  “You limit yourself so much; no wonder why you’re such an asshole.  You’re missing out on so much goodness.”

Otherside of the Game

Fandom: The Fantastic Four (2015)

Pairing: Victor/Nedra

Rating: NC-17.  I'll surprise myself if I can write anything with a rating lower than this.

Timeframe: A couple of days before Victor takes his fateful trip to Planet Zero

Disclaimer: Victor ain’t mine, but Nedra is.

Summary: Nedra is determined to keep away from Victor, but he is determined to explore their tenuous connection.  

A/N: Sometimes when I play in a fandom, I don't know how to leave it alone.  *shrugs*  Author problems.  Besides, Toby Kebbells is sexy as hell and I'm having a hard time not lusting after him. He's moved up into the Pantheon of Men Who Can Get It.

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1.  "I Like"  --Kut Klose

Nedra worked six to 11 four days at week at Baxter.  She preferred the later hours, when it was fewer people and she could work in relative quiet with the four or five members of her staff who thought and worked the way she did.  Nedra was able to get an enormous amount of work done because she didn’t do much talking and others knew to leave her alone.

She was running the mass spec while listening to music.  Ever since her encounter with Victor, she found herself listening to Nine Inch Nails’ ‘Closer’ many times throughout the day.  She couldn’t help it.  He had used the lyrics “I want to fuck you like an animal/I want to feel you from the inside,” and all she could think about was the line, “You bring me closer to God.”

Sometimes the weirdest things work their way in and then become impossible to dislodge.  ‘Closer’ was a perfect song for that night they shared.

Nedra stood up to stretch her back and drop 50 squats.  It was a way to work out and give her mind a break.  She was on 42 when she saw a figure standing outside of her lab.  She squinted and removed her earbuds. 

It was Victor, staring at her.  He had found her after all.