Monkey Sex
by ALC Punk!

"MY fault?"

"Yup."

"Nathan," Domino said, her tone icy as she dodged another rotten apple with ease, "How the fuck is this MY fault?"

"Come to the zoo, you said, it'll be 'fun', you said."

"No, that was Tabitha."

He snorted, "But you didn't say no."

"I'm sorry, Nate, I didn't realize I was supposed to stomp on the kids' enthusiasm for being kids." She sniped back, dodging another piece of fruit. "And, can't you *do* anything about these?"

"Flying monkeys pelting you with fruit a little too much for your vaunted luck, Dom?" He taunted from behind his telekinetic shield.

"No, you bastard, but it's getting irritating."

He sighed, "Fine, fine," and waved as if he was bestowing on her a magnanimous gift. "There. Now you're not -- erk. Dom?"

"Yes, Nate?" She smirked at him, pressing against him harder, her hips sliding slowly from one side to the other.

Portions of his anatomy suddenly announced that they liked the sliding. "We're in public."

"You noticed."

He gasped as her hand went down the front of his jeans. "Dom, this really isn't the place."

"Oh, like you'd actually let them notice."

"Guh. If I'd known flying monkeys turned you on --"

"Not the monkeys, Nate."

"Fine, fine." Somehow, his hands were under her shirt. Nate was pretty sure he hadn't let them go there. Not that it mattered. His thumbs brushed across her nipples.

It was her turn to gasp.

Smirking, he bent down and kissed her. Unfortunately, he mis-judged the distance, and bumped her forehead with his.

"Ow! What the fuck, Nate, are you trying to kill me?"

"I can see this isn't going to work." He eyed their surroundings, and then his eyes lit on the alcove that once must have housed a water fountain. Definitely the right height. Reluctantly removing his hands from Domino's breasts, Nathan caught her hand, "C'mere."

"Oh, good plan," She retrieved her hand from his pants and smacked him on the ass.

"That's why I get more money than you."

"Ass." She said cheerfully.

"Pants, Dom."

She eyed him over her shoulder and shimmied her hips at him, then quickly unbuckled the belt and slid pants and underwear down. Of course, then she had to deal with her boots, and Nate was treated to an arousing -- and amusing -- sight. He took full advantage of it, stepping closer and caressing the flesh displayed.

"Stop that, or my laces will tangle."

"No." His hand slipped between her legs and stroked her.

She suddenly stopped untying her boots and planted her palms on the floor. "God. Now I know why I keep you around."

"Because I'm hot?"

"No."

He dropped to his knees and leaned forward to kiss first one side of her ass then the other. "Mmm... 'Cause I'm useful?" He slid his thumb into her slowly.

"Partially. Not that I couldn't do this myself if I wanted."

"Ah." He pushed at her telekinetically, stroking a hundred nerve-endings at once.

"Fuck."

"More than useful?"

Her breath caught as he did it again. "Oh, yeah."

"Well, that's something, I guess." He wiggled his thumb, smirking when she gasped again. "Hurry up on those boots, Dom."

"Bastard."

"Mmm. Maybe."

Within a few moments, the boots were off and her pants were on the floor. "Happy?"

"Yup." Nate moved, standing and picking her up and removing his thumb and settling her on the shelf to slide a finger into her while he dealt with the fastenings of his own pants.

"In a hurry, are we?"

"Short amount of," he grunted as he spread her legs and thrust into her, getting his free hand back up her shirt. "Time."

"Time?" She managed, arching against the telekinetic fingers gliding over far more of her skin than he could actually reach, pinned as she was, to the wall. "Can't you just make people not notice the time passing?"

"I'm busy," he replied shortly, leaning down to kiss her again.

This time, he succeeded.

"Fuck," she growled against his lips as his thumb slid across her clitoris and he applied a little more pressure to other nerve-endings. "Move, Nate."

"No."

More pressure, and she was arching against him, almost begging as her body fell apart under his rule.

Only then, when she was gasping for breath after her release, did he move, feeling her fluttering around him as he stroked quickly. "God, Nate --"

"Shut up." The dampening field he was using was difficult enough without her making noise. Hell, without him making noise. And he really didn't want to consider what would happen if he lost control while buried inside a half-naked Domino.

Jail, possibly. Well, if he let anyone remember what they'd seen. Which would be completely unethical, by X-Men standards.

He made a face, and realized he was distracting himself from the fact that he was having sex, with Domino, in the primate house in the zoo.

"Nate," Dom growled again. Then she tightened around him, shifting and dragging her legs up and around his waist and arching back.

And then she did that thing with her tongue, while her tongue was down his throat.

He was pretty sure no one noticed the rather bulky man in the corner fucking the beautiful brunette, but Nate wasn't certain whether he'd lost touch with the ground or not, as he opened his eyes and stared down at Domino. "Wow."

She pushed against him, "I hope you've got Kleenex."

"Erm..."

"Because I really wasn't expecting to have sex in the monkey house, Nate."

He smirked, "Wild monkey sex, Dom?"

"Yeah, that." She pushed at him again. "Tissue? Hankie? Anything? Or I'll use your shirt."

"Er, I like my shirt, Dom."

"I'll buy you another one?"

"Gosh, that was almost nice of you."

She made a face at him, "Nate, in about ten seconds, there's going to be bodily fluids making a mess here. Either be useful or give me your damned shirt."

"Yes, ma'am."

"And don't be sarcastic."

"'Cause it's your job?" he asked as he cleaned himself off with a corner, then handed over his shirt with a sigh. He'd just have to make everyone think he was still wearing his shirt.

"Fuck, yes." She stood, swaying slightly. "Damn. I'm gettin' too old to be fucked against walls, Nate."

"Uh-huh. Right."

She smacked him, then got to work on pulling her pants and underwear back on. "My hips ache, damnit."

"Oh, I'm *sure* I can find a remedy for that." He murmured.

"You betcher ass." She stomped into her boots, then bent down with her back to the wall to tie them. "Where're the kids?"

Nate scanned briefly, "Feeding the birds in the flight cage."

She straightened and ran a hand through her hair. "Ready?"

Telekinetically tweaking a nipple, Nate smirked, "As you'll ever be."

A shiver went through her, then she scowled and stalked past him. "C'mon, Shirtless Wonder, before the kids decide to hold a barbecue."

"Yes'm."

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