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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Hannibal_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Brian_Zeller_(Hannibal)/OFC
  Character:
      Brian_Zeller, Mary
  Additional Tags:
      Hannibal_TV_-_Freeform, morgue, Dead_People, Blood
  Series:
      Part 1 of The_Mary_Series
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-06-18 Words: 1545
****** Mary and Brian ******
by Zenyman64
Summary
     Brian is left alone with the new intern, Mary, while the team is out.
     What mischiefs could they get up to?
Brian Zeller looked down upon the corpse. His camera clicked with a quick press
of the button. His hands didn’t shake at all. He remained as still as the body
that lay below him. Years of experience had desensitized Brian from the blood
and rotting flesh.
He took a sidestep and flashed a picture of the lower torso. Her name was Jane,
and she had been killed just that morning. Impaled by large spikes in her
chest, she died of blood loss. Brian crouched down to get a better look at her
chest. Bruises the shape of fingers had formed around her breasts. They had not
been made that day, but sometime in the previous week. He took a picture.
Will Graham had believed she had slept around and her husband, Derek, killed
her. The entire team was out looking for Derek. They had left him to study the
body with the new intern, Mary. Brian liked Mary; she was desensitized by the
blood just like him. She had provided good company when the others couldn’t
handle the “mess”.
Mary walked back into the room with the spare memory card he asked for. “Here’s
the card Brian.” With a little bounce in her step, she walked to him. He turned
to face her as he let the camera fall to his chest. As he looked at her, her
eyes darted to the floor. “Where should I put it?”
Brian turned back to the corpse, “just put it in my pocket.” She reached for
his front pocket, but froze before she put the card in. Mary bit her lip and
hesitated. With a glance at his behind, she placed her hand on his ass. It was
warm and firm like she expected. She dropped the card into his back pocket,
then gave his ass a quick squeeze. He jumped at the grab and the camera went
off.
“Mary! What was that?” His face had already flushed with a juicy red. She was
still biting her lip when he turned to her. “I put it in your pocket, that’s
all.” Brian flashed her a smile; she took that as a sign. She leapt at him,
nearly knocking him down. Her hands his rosy red cheeks as they both tumbled.
By instinct, his hands moved to stop the fall. They landed on the bloody Jane.
 
Despite his attempt to prevent the fall, they still hit the floor. Mary hadn’t
stopped from her plan. Lying on the floor, she pressed her lips against his. He
raised his bloody hands to hers. Still in shock, he tried to pry her off of his
body. She looked down at him, “Brian, just go with it.”
He let go of her hands and remained still. Mary tilted her head to the side and
flashed him a smile. “See, it’s not so bad right?” She grabbed his wrists and
began to guide his hands. Brian watched as she brought his bloody hand up to
her cheek. Her mouth opened as she waited for his hand to touch her. Slowly,
but surely, his hand etched toward her. Each inch closer allowed for Mary to
let out a light breath. Her eyes were locked onto his hand as it moved closer.
Finally, the glove on his hand was touching her smooth skin. Brian led his
fingers down her face; she breathed in a long breath as he caressed her cheek.
She released his wrists when his fingers moved off of her. With a quick sigh,
Mary leaned to his ear. “Take me” she whispered.
In one swift movement, Brian rolled her onto her back. He began to pull the
bloody gloves off of his cold, delicate hands. Her, now bloody, hands moved to
his belt. She started working on the belt as he removed his camera and shirt.
With a gasp, she opened his belt. Mary looked up at Brian as he finished
pulling off his shirt. She bit her lip again as he smiled down to her. His
bloody fingerprints still remained on her cheek.
His hands fell down to her pants. He undid the button without breaking eye
contact. As we went to pull of her pants, he was surprised to be met with
flesh. “Mary, why aren’t you wearing underwear?” he said as he gaped down at
her.
“Check your back pocket.” Her gaze fell to his pants as she spoke. Brian
glanced behind him and reached for his pocket. With a little tug, he now held
her blue cheetah print panties in his hand. He noticed that they were slightly
damp.
“I still have your memory card. You’ll have to find it.” He looked down at her
as she spoke. While he found her panties, she had removed her shirt to reveal
her matching cheetah print bra. She squeezed her breasts together; they begged
for his attention. He threw her panties down next to his shirt.
Impatiently, he flipped her bra up over her breasts. He had no time to waste
taking it off. Her back arched toward him as he plunged his face to her
breasts. His hands were now atop her nipples. They began to squeeze and massage
her breasts as he searched for the memory card. Mary writhed about on the floor
as he squeezed her. His face lifted as she let out another moan. In his mouth
he held the memory card.
She laughed as he spit it to the floor. His lips met hers for the second time.
His tongue made it’s way into her mouth as his hands moved to her pants. Her
back arched to allow him to easily slide her pants down. Their kiss broke as he
slid her pants down her legs. She seductively eyed him as he removed his own
pants. The two of them were already panting with excitement.
Her eyes were locked on his cock. It was now fully erect and free from the
prison of his underwear. Mary sat up to get a closer look at it. Brian had
grabbed a condom from the wallet in his pants. She took it from him and moved
in to kiss him again. They shared another kiss as she applied the condom. She
rolled it on just like her best friend had taught her.
Brian lifted her up as he stood. She jumped up and straddled him with her legs.
He was now inside of her as he walked toward the table. She bounced on his cock
as he walked. Each step left her with a quiet gasp. Brian dropped her on the
table. Her arms spread out around the table. She pulled him close with her
legs.
“I know I’m still young, but I have experience.” It had been a while since
Brian had been with a teenager. He was 24 himself; he was half-sure that she
was at least 17. She was clearly smaller than the last woman he fucked, tighter
too. Up until this point, she had been doing all the work. Now he started his
thrusting.
Mary let out a loud gasp. She hadn’t expected him to be so rough. With each
thrust, he picked up his pace. She matched his pace every time he increased it.
They were moving as one entity. He looked down at her as she looked up at him.
His panting matched hers as well.
“I want to try something. Lay on the floor.” Brian nodded. He was so into the
moment that he couldn’t speak. Brian didn’t notice how cold the floor was on
his back. The heat from their lovemaking was enough to keep him warm.
Not a minute after he laid down, Mary was on top of him. She sat above his
waist like a rider would mount a horse. “Just let me do the work.” She began
humping him slowly. Her hands were placed on his chest for support. She
couldn’t help but feel his muscles. His hands were on her hips. They moved with
her hips as she rocked back and forth; up and down.
“Mary..” Brian started, but she stopped him. She instead said, “It’s ok, I’m
ready.” She let out a gasp louder than all her previous ones. He could feel the
warmth of her juices flowing over his cock. With one final thrust, he filled
the condom inside of her. Her arms shaked for a moment, then she collapsed onto
his chest. The two of them laid there, tired and out of breath for what felt
like days.
At last Mary sat up, “Well, everyone should be back soon. I’ll get dressed.” He
looked up to her and smiled. She walked over to where her clothes lay and
picked them up. As she put her bra on, Brian added, “You look lovely Mary.” She
laughed as she tossed him his clothes. Grinning like a lost boy, he noticed
something in his clothes.
“Why don’t you wash those? You can give them back next time.” she called from
the exit. In his pile of clothes, she had left her underwear. He placed them to
his nose and inhaled. “Still moist!” She was laughing as she walked out. He put
her panties into his bag. After putting his clothes back on, he resumed his
work.
 
Fin
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