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Forty-Eight

Astrid felt him shift slightly, as his hands trailed down her back. She heard a familiar click, and then a rip as her shirt was cut and ripped up her back. He pulled back for a split second, pulling her top from her, his eyes watching as he brought his blade round her front, and cut the middle of her bra.

She still struggled to think, but her body was screaming at her, begging for more... 'Wade..'.. Was all she managed to choke out, and as he flipped her to the side, laying her down on the couch.

'That's the only word I want from you. Say anything else, and I'll get the ball gag..'.. He stabbed the blade into the back of the couch, whipping his own tshirt off, climbing over her, and kissing her hard again as he ground into her. She couldn't stop the moan of feeling him against her, escape her mouth.

Her hands slid over his arms, across his back and up into his hair, tugging on it hard, that he growled into the kiss. She could feel his hands move to her jeans, roughly tugging on them, before he pulled back again, ripping them off her. Her eyes remained on his, seeing nothing but lust, desire, hunger.

She saw him grab the blade again, the flat side trailing up her leg, and dipping below her underwear, as he cut it from her... 'Fuck Astrid..'.. She couldn't speak, willing herself to as he quickly moved, burying his head between her legs, nipping at her thigh. He tossed the blade somewhere, and his fingers dug into her skin, holding her legs open as he licked her core.

Astrid gasped, her hands grabbing his hair, and her hips rocked at his movement. It was only one lick, and she felt she was going to combust. It had been a long time since she felt this, and she ached, desperate for some relief. Feeling his warm breath tickle, she pulled on his hair, making his mouth settle on her as she shifted her hips, grinding against his face... 'Wade, I nee-..'

He groaned against her and she felt him suckle on her clit, and then the breech of his fingers, slide into her, making her moan again.

Wade needed her, wanted her for years, since they met, and now he had a chance to have her. He didn't stop with his assault on her, holding her down with one arm, as his fingers and mouth, pushed her closer to the edge. Her body starting to tremble, her fingers tightening in his hair, as he added a third. Biting down on her clit, he felt her clench against his fingers, before she came on his hand, lapping at her as though he was a man dying of thirst. She tasted like heaven, and he wanted more.

Withdrawing his hand, he smirked to himself, at her whimper, pulling her hands from his head as he shifted off the couch, quickly removing the rest of his clothes, and climbing back over her. He didn't want to give her time, to wallow in her emotions.

'Look at me..'... He positioned over her, bracing himself on one hand next to her head, the other gripping her thigh, holding himself as he rubbed his erection against her entrance... 'Look at me Astrid..'.. Her eyes focused on him, and he kissed her hard, nipping at her lip, as he slammed into her, swallowing her gasp.

He wasn't gentle, he wanted to fuck her anger, her emotions out of her that the only thing she felt, was pleasure. Each thrust was hard, his fingers bruising her skin as he gripped her tight. Each of her gasps and moans, spurred him on, needing her her, needing this moment with her.

Astrid couldn't look away from him in between the kisses, every time he slammed into her, she felt herself get nudged closer and closer to another orgasm, she needed more, but couldn't form a single word. When his head dipped, and his mouth settled on the spot below her ear, feeling his breath tickle her skin, she couldn't stop her eyes from rolling back, as he thrust her over the edge.

Wade sunk his teeth into her skin, marking her as she clenched around him, milking him of his own orgasm, filling her up as his body shook. With one last thrust, he stilled, panting as he pulled back slowly, his eyes searching her face.

Her eyes were closed, and he could see her skin was flushed, her lips parted slightly as she caught her breath. Carefully, he shifted, resting on his elbows above her, one hand tracing the mark he left, as he kissed her again.

It was only a brief moment, before he felt himself fall to the side, off the couch as his back hit the floor hard, knocking the wind from him... 'Wasn't that bad..'

'What the fuck did you do that for?..'.. He looked up, seeing her head hang off the side as she glared at him.

'I didn't hear you say stop. You seemed to enjoy it..'.. He put his hands behind his head, getting comfortable, ready for the berating to start. She just rolled onto her back, the two remaining where they were, silent for a few minutes.

'What the fuck Wade? Seriously? Tell me the truth, now..'.. She huffed.

'Why? Cause the only thing it'll change, is you'll fucking disappear on me..'.. He rocked his head side to side... 'Why did you heal me, after I fucked up?..'

'I was pissed that you didn't tell me you had been sick, dying. You think I'd let you suffer?..'.. She shook her head, staring up.

'You were busy getting fucked by big green, moved on, had a life..'..

'When? When did you..?..'.. She sighed, her hands over her face as the shame and guilt started seeping in.

'Does it matter? Fuck this, I'm still hungry..'.. She heard him get up, and move around the apartment... 'Meat madness for you, supreme for me..'

Astrid didn't need to look, to know he was walking around naked, ordering food. She felt all the emotions slam into her, and she started to cry. She had cheated on Bruce, it had only been just over a year, and she slept with someone else. The waves of guilt washed over her, how could she do this to Bruce?

Rolling off the couch, she conjured clothes and disappeared, back to the compound. She struggled to get to her feet, as spots appeared in her vision, and she stumbled towards the trash can, hearing voices behind her. Ripping the lid off, she threw up, emptying her stomach of the little contents she had.

She felt someone take hold of her hair, and rub her back in soothing circles... 'I got you Asti. MJ, get Loki..'

When she felt she couldn't throw up any more, she sat back on her heels, an arm coming around her chest, as another pressed a cold cloth to her forehead, before wiping her mouth... 'Asti, you ok?..'.. Peter asked her as she leaned back against him, her tears falling.

'No..'.. Her voice broke... 'I need Loki and Thor..'.. She held onto Peters arm around her and sobbed. She had held herself together this long, but she couldn't do it any more.

'Sister, I'm here..'.. She felt Peter let her go, and she was swept up into Lokis arms. She held onto him, as she sobbed into her shoulder.

Loki looked around at the others gathered, and shook his head... 'I will take her to my room. When Thor returns, please send him to us. Thank you for watching over her..'

'You want her checked out?..'.. Peter looked between Loki and Astrid, seeing the god shake his head.

'This is not a sickness, this is her grief. She is finally allowing herself to feel it..'.. He explained, and walked out of the room, Astrids cries still echoing around.

'Never seen her cry..'... MJ took Peters hand... 'Are you ok?..'

Peter had loved and adored Astrid from the moment he met her. For the last 30 years, she had become like a second mother to him, and seeing her like this, hurt. Taking a deep breath he nodded to his wife and brought their linked hands up so he could kiss hers... 'Yeah, I'm fine. When the team arrives back, I want them to take a break, and then meet me in the conference room for a debrief at 1900..'

'You got it..'.. MJ kissed his cheek, and picked up her device, checking the status of their team, and heading out of the room, most likely to her lab.

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