Animals

"Training exercise, my ass." Shiloh grumbled quietly to herself as she walked along with her back pressed tightly against the wall. Her alert eyes scanning for any sign of Eric as she waited for his attack. Holding her gun at the ready, she sunk back into the shadows when a sound rang out to her left. Clenching her teeth when a paintball skimmed her ear, she ducked down and ran.

Keeping her steps light, she grinned when she noticed crates piled up against the wall, throwing her paintball gun over her shoulder, Shiloh scurried up the crates to get to the top, hoping she would have an high enough vantage point to see where Eric was hiding out. Pulling her gun back around, she laid herself out on the top of the crates and looked through her scope. Giggling when she spotted him ducked down a level below her, she aligned her scope so that his chest was in the center of it and pulled the trigger.

Clamping her hand over her mouth so that she wouldn't give her position away, she stifled her laughter as the paintball exploded against the center of Eric's chest. She listened as he swore, quite colorfully, and sprung to his feet,

"That's it!" He bellowed, "I won't be so nice next time!"

"You're just pissed because I actually hit you." She called back, rolling off of the top of the crates and flinging herself over the railing, dropping to her feet directly in front of him. She smirked when he raked his eyes over her, dodging his hands when he went to grab her, Shiloh dropped over the railings once more and landed on the ground level. Zig-zagging when she heard the pop of a paintball being let loose of the canister, she hissed when one hit the back of her thigh. Spinning on her heel, she fired back and grinned to herself when she heard Eric curse again.

"You hit me in the face!" He growled, and she heard his feet hit the cement of the ground level, his heavy footfall echoing throughout the building.

"Payback's a bitch, isn't it?" She teased, giggling before ducked out of sight. Knowing he was one to actually get revenge, she decided to find a hiding place. Panting now, Shiloh scanned the area and looked to make sure that Eric wasn't on her tail before diving into a place to hide. Clamping her hand over her mouth as she pressed as closely to the wall as she could, she listened for him.

Hearing his footsteps grow closer, she booked it around the corner of the wall and up a flight of stairs. Cursing when she missed a step and had to catch herself, making a loud clanging noise echo through the whole building. "Shit." She growled, looking up and noticing that there were large pipes above her head. Large enough for her to rest on, and hopefully have Eric not spot her. Taking a few steps back, she vaulted herself up and caught onto one of the smaller pipes running with the larger ones. Doing a pull up like motion, she got her leg hooked over one of the pipes, and rolled onto the top, just as Eric reached the top of the stairs.

Shiloh's cheeks were pinched into a smile as she watched Eric look around for her, his gun raised at the ready. She wanted to shoot him, but knew she'd have no escape if she did. She waited for him to go around the corner before she dropped to the ground almost silent, once she reached the ground, she moved into the shadows to reload her gun.

She shouldn't have let herself get distracted.

Shiloh gasped loudly as she felt a hand wrap around her throat. The gasp was more out of surprise than pain, because the rough and calloused hand that spanned around the delicate skin of her throat had just the right amount of pressure to make pleasure pluse through her. She allowed him to bring her to her feet and press her into the wall, she noticed that he was panting just as hard as she was.

"You lose." He grinned; pressing his large frame against her body, making her groan softly as his hips pressed into hers. Eric's mouth was on hers before the sound was even just a whisper in the air. His kiss was hard, a clashing of tongue and teeth; rough, just like the man who had initiated the kiss was. Shiloh grew bold, and brought his bottom lip between her teeth and bit down, the growl of pleasure that ripped out of Eric's chest reverberated into Shiloh's body and she wanted to let her eyes roll into the back of her head.

His hand was still around her throat, and Shiloh was sure that he could feel her pluse hammering against his finger tips, she keened slightly when he pulled his mouth from hers and found the soft skin of her collarbone and shoulder. She whimpered, her one hand finding his shoulder, blunt fingernails pressing down into the strong muscle there as she strained against him. Her other hand wrapped around his forearm that was around her throat, fingers dancing over his network of tattoos.

"Please," She sighed, pulling at his hand, hoping to get him to release her. She smiled up at him when he slide his large hand around to cradle her head instead. She was free to explore him now, and took advantage of that. Her hands danced down his chest, and found the hem of his black t-shirt. Pulling it up, she yanked it over his head and tossed it to the side. Her eyes roamed over his toned form, and her hands were on his skin before she could think twice about it. He groaned, his head dipped down so that their foreheads rested together. His breath was hot against her skin, but she shivered despite the warmth.

Eric groaned loudly when her hand skimmed over the growing bulge in his pants. Cursing, his hips rocked forward on their own accord, wanting that delicious pressure once more. Eric's hands found her shirt then, and tore it over her head. Once that barrier was gone, he plastered his chest against hers, his large hands finding her thighs and hoisting her up. She squeaked out of surprise, but wrapped her legs around his thick waist.

They both moaned when Eric rutted his hips up against her center, creating the friction that they both needed.

"Shit." Eric groaned, one hand leaving her thigh as he braced it against the wall next to her head. Her hands couldn't decide where to settle, so they danced repeatedly over his now sweat coated skin.

"Jesus!" Shiloh gasped when he sunk his teeth into her shoulder after she'd circled her hips just the right way. "Jesus Christ, Eric." She moaned as he let his tongue brush over the bite, soothing it some.

He loved to mark her, let everyone know that she was his. There was something about that which made heat shoot straight right to Shiloh's center. But all of her thoughts were lost when Eric's hand found it's way passed her waistband and into her panties. Her head hit the wall with a thunk, and she let her eyes roll into the back of her head.

Jesus Christ, he certainly knew what he was doing.

She was panting, and could feel the ball of white heat starting to unravel. Shiloh pushed him back some, and smirked when a confused look washed over his face. Stepping up onto the tips of her toes, she kissed him. Her hand finding his length between him, and teasing him before she dropped to her knees in front of him.

Eric sucked in a breath, looking down at her with half lidded eyes.

"You don't--." He started, but she shut him up with one look as she worked down his button fly and pulled his briefs and pants down. His whole body tensed when she first took him into her mouth, the groan that slipped from him making her toes curl. Eric resisted the urge to tangle his hands into her hair, and braced them on the wall instead. Shiloh couldn't help but giggle when his hand wrapped around her arm minutes later and she was hauled to her feet. His mouth was hot on hers as his hands worked her pants down to her knees.

She gasped when he spun her, bent her over the railing that was keeping them from falling to the ground level, and entered her warmth from behind in almost one fluid motion.
His pace was anything but steady. It was fast and hard, his fingers biting into the skin on her hips as she braced herself against the railing. He drank in all of her sounds, noticing through his haze that his whole mouth felt swollen from kissing and biting so roughly.

He buried his face between her shoulders, panting into her skin. Eric could feel sweat beading on his forehead and on the nape of his neck. He groaned when she circled her hips against his, and in retaliation let one hand roam down her stomach, his thumb finding and circling over her clit. She keened then, her legs shaking as she reached back with one hand and let her nails dig into the skin of his hip.

Eric growled, mouthing his way over her spine before he sank his teeth into her skin. He heard her curse and felt her push back into him, her breath coming in shorter and quicker gasps now as her legs continued to tremble.

"Shit, Eric." She whimpered, pushing her back up into him, in an attempt to be closer to him. "Please!"

Eric, knowing her like the back of his hand, knew what she was asking him for. Moving swiftly, he maneuvered them so that she was back against the wall, her legs wrapped around his hips once more, he blanketed her body with his, caging her in with his arms on either side of her head. She titled her head back, eyes dark as she watched him through half lidded eyes, asking permission.

"Come for me," He growled, his voice rough and thick with lust. Her body tightened against his, and it took every ounce of self control Eric had to keep his eyes open and not let them roll into the back of his head like they so badly wanted too as she raked her fingernails over the skin of his back. Shiloh brought his mouth to hers so that he could muffle some of her cries. Heat exploded through her, and she lost herself in it.

"Shit," She whimpered, hips moving on their own accord as she continued to ride on her post orgasm bliss. "C'mon Babe." Shiloh whispered, wrapping her arms around Eric's thick shoulders and moving to whisper in his ear before she traced the outline of the tattoos on the thick column of his throat, making him groan loudly.

Two more thrusts and he was burying his face into her shoulder, trying to muffle some of the noises that were steadily (and quite loudly) pouring from his lips. Aftershocks made his body twitch against hers as he kept her pinned against the wall. Her fingers drifted soothingly through his hair as he panted against her neck, and over the taunt skin of his shoulders, she fell quiet, allowing him to have a moment to gather himself.

Shiloh looked up at him when he took her chin between two of his fingers. He smiled at her, and it was one of the soft smiles that reserved only for her. He didn't say anything to her, but she knew what he was saying, even without words. She smiled back at him, her fingers brushing over his chest as he set her back on her wobbly feet. Stepping onto the tips of her toes, she captured his lips with hers for a moment, sighing when his hand found and curled around her hair.

"We need to hurry," He told her minutes later, speaking against the crown of her head, "the others will be looking for us soon."

She nodded, knowing he was right, they had just gotten their pants pulled up when the door to the warehouse burst open. Eric groaned irritably, but moved to cover Shiloh's form from whoever had found them.

"Eric, Shi? You guys in here?" Zeke called up to them, making a noise of disgust when his flash light landed on Eric's back and he spotted the fresh claw marks running down the length of it, and a giggling mess that must have been Shiloh, peeking over Eric's shoulder. "Aw, Shit. You two are worse than a pair of animals, man!"

"Get out of here, Zeke!" Eric ordered, "We'll be out in less than five minutes."

"We won, just so you're aware." Zeke snorted, "No thanks to the two of you."

"Who are you talking to Zeke?" Another voice sounded from the door way, and Eric groaned as a bunch of wolf whistles and cat calls rose up towards them.

"Out!" Eric bellowed, and Shiloh couldn't hold in her laughter anymore once she heard the door to the warehouse closed and Eric groaned irritably as he reached for his shirt "And we're the animals..."