First Date (400 words) by
Sharpest_AspChapters: 1/1
Fandom:
The Marvels [2023]Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Hank McCoy/Maria Rambeau
Characters: Henry "Hank" McCoy | Beast, Maria Rambeau
Additional Tags: Drabble Sequence
Summary:
First Dates can be interesting.
First Date
Maria had spent time touching up her nails, dithering over which outfit to wear, deciding on the shoes that looked best with it.
Hank, for his part, had done all he could to tidy his appearance, currently stuck in 'blue', 'furry', and 'large', but he knew those factors didn't matter to her.
He showed up promptly — actually early but didn't approach the house right away — and rang the doorbell. She answered it, her smile lighting her eyes in a way that made Hank feel almost normal again.
"Shall we?" he invited, pointing to his car.
An explosion answered for her.
After dealing with the alien being chased by space cops — not Carol's set, thankfully — Binary and Beast sat up on a rooftop, drinks cups and to-go containers of food between them.
"For a date, it was a little rocky," she offered, smiling despite the bruise darkening her face.
"I promise you, I can do better," he replied, self-consciously smoothing singed fur on his arm.
She reached out and covered his hand. "Why don't you take me back to your place, and we'll see about the aftercare first?" Maria invited, and Hank had to suck in a deep breath of anticipation.
Treating each other's scrapes had led to their clothes being discarded, leading to a brazen challenge to see if they fit as well in a bed as they did in combat.
Hank was never going to feel anything short of awe for how easily Maria accepted his mutated appearance. He could only gasp and keep his hands on her lightly as she touched, petted, and kissed him. He laid back and let her have control… until she turned the tables, bringing his hand to her breast.
The half-slitted eyes gazing down as he touched her wrecked him, making her purr.
Maria could get used to the feel of Hank's body under her, the strength and dexterity he used in a fight leashed to their mutual desires. She might even welcome waking up with him… but she wasn't going to rush things. She knew he was struggling at times with who — what — he was.
She had experience managing that, and was still growing accustomed to her powers.
Now, resting in what was hopefully a brief respite, she ran a finger along his cheek fur, making him shift into the touch.
"Next date, fewer aliens."
He chuckled, and then saw to kissing her.
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