Title: Voyeur

Author: A. X. Zanier

Rating: NC-17

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters or basic story ideas of "The Invisible Man." Any additional characters or ideas are mine.

Timeline: During "Immaterial Girl"

Spoilers: "Immaterial Girl"

Comments: Missing scene from "Immaterial Girl." This is definitely a PWP.

I'll be the first to admit that my writing skill in this area is limited, but, come on, someone had to do this. Perhaps someone else would be willing to do another, better version?

Voyeur

by A. X. Zanier

The water poured down, flattening the normally softly upswept hair and causing it to fall low enough to hang in his eyes. With an easy flip of his head he flung it aside so that he could see without interference. Before him stood a vision of loveliness, tanned flesh with curves and contours he would never tire of exploring. Reaching out he tugged gently on the water darkened hair and that fell half-way down her back causing her to turn slightly to look at him with a sly smile.

Closing the distance between them he ran his hands across her shoulders and leaned down to kiss her on the side of the neck. It seemed like forever since she had last been here and he wasted no time in familiarizing himself with her again. Tasting the flesh of her shoulder and neck, his hands wandering down and around to gently cup her breasts. Her reaction to his touch being a soft moan and to arch slightly into his hands.

His reaction was obvious as his erection pressed gently into her lower back. Her hands had moved, one to curl into his hair and the other run delicate fingers along his thigh, slowly moving closer to the heat concentrated between his legs. She turned a bit more she bit him gently on the chin, teasing him with her tongue. He held his breath, waiting to see what she would do next. She pulled his head lower until she was able to capture his lower lip with her teeth and pull it gently into her mouth.

He groaned. He'd missed this, missed her. Completing the turn she slid her tongue across his lips seeking and, after a moment, gaining entry into his mouth. Her hands had stopped their teasing and took him in a firm hold that he thrust into. She took the hint and began slowly sliding her hands up and down the length of him. She pulled away from him, leaving him breathless and wanting to taste her again. Hell, leaving him wanting. She smiled lazily up at him then leaned in to lick the water off his chest, the heated trail she left behind moved very slowly lower until his hands were tangled in her hair and she was on her knees before him.

When her tongue flicked across the tip of his erection he closed his eyes and bit back the moan that tried to escape past his lips. Her hands continued their slow but firm motion as she continued to tease him with her tongue and lips. One of her hands moved to caress the soft flesh that hung beneath and this time he moaned aloud. As if in reward for being vocal she took him into her mouth as far as she was able causing him to thrust forward at the unexpected sensation.

She kept the movement slow and teasing at first, wanting him to enjoy it, to prolong it, to moan and groan and mutter and, eventually, to demand. When a hoarse, "Ah, yes. Now." escaped from him she increased the pressure and the pace taking him ever deeper into her mouth. His hands moved from her hair to her shoulders and began grasp convulsively. That's when she started humming, sending vibrations through him and driving him over the edge. She didn't flinch away as he came, continued the motion of her mouth and hands as he emptied himself into her.

She gently released him as he found himself weak in the knees and trying not to lean against the wall of the shower to hold himself up. Getting to her feet she kissed him lightly and then stepped away, leaving the confines of the shower to wait for him without.

With a feeling of longing, missing her after only being out of her presence for a few seconds, he detached the shower head and rinsed himself off, his hair falling back into his eyes. He took a moment to savor the memory, knowing she was waiting for him, her wet hair dripping, leaving trails of water running down her flesh.

He sighed and replaced the shower head and turned off the water. Overhead the light began to flicker in a way that was becoming unnervingly familiar. When it began to spark he reacted and tried to get out of the shower only to slip and try and catch himself with the curtain. He found himself tangled with it instead and ended up lying on the floor. Quicksilvering his eyes he looked up at the light only to see the apparition yet again. For an instant he wondered just how long it had been there, how much it had seen and realized his was feeling embarrassed by what might very well be a figment of his imagination.

Maybe it was time to talk to Claire.

Finis