Suppressed Attraction

A/N: Hi! Well, I love the Final Fight games, and I wanted to write a short little one-shot between Dean and Lucia from Final Fight 3, so here it is. I had to use poetic license with their pasts, since it isn’t explained well in the game, and I created some last names for them, since they don’t have them in the game either. ^_^;; So, I MIGHT write a sequel on this…depends on what people say and everything. So, enjoy and R&R!

Disclaimer: I do not own the game Final Fight 3, that belongs to Capcom.

Suppressed Attraction


“Dean! Dean, wait!” Lucia cried, tearing herself away from the crowded news scene and ran down the street after him.

Hearing her voice, he stopped and slowly turned to face her. “Lucia…” he mumbled, watching the five-foot, eight-inch tall woman run to him. She stopped just before him and looked up at him, her brown eyes staring into his blue ones. “…What is it?” he asked in usual deep, indifferent voice.

She took a couple of breaths, glancing off to the side before looking back to him. “Where are you going?” she asked. “Home?” The muscular, tall man shook his head, not breaking his gaze with her eyes.

“No; the Skull Cross Gang ruined everything in my apartment. I was just going to go stay in a bar or something like that,” he answered.

A moment of silence passed between them. Lucia placed her hands on her hips, her eyes staring across the street at something that no one but herself could see; Dean, however, just kept his gaze on her, for it seemed like she was going to keep talking. He was getting tired of waiting though. He was half-tempted to turn and walk away, when she looked back at him, her brown eyes dancing about warily as she looked at him.

“You can stay at mine place if you like,” she replied. He blinked in surprise, hearing her offer. “I mean, it’s just for the night. You…” She paused to let out a deep sigh. “You’ve worked really hard; you deserve a good night’s rest.”

The faintest traces of a smile appeared on his face as his ice-blue eyes softened slightly. “Alright,” he agreed, nodding his head slightly. A small smile formed on her face as well.

“Well, let’s go then,” she stated, fixing to walk to her apartment, when Dean’s voice stopped her.

“…Shouldn’t you be over there to help with the report?” he asked, pointing back to the news scene. She looked back to see Mike Hagger explaining to both the press and the police officers what had happened. Guy was standing behind him, quiet and somber as always. She returned her gaze to Dean, a playful smirk upon her lips.

“The paperwork can wait,” she simply answered, and the two left for her apartment.


Lucia unlocked the door to her apartment and held it open for Dean. Without a word, he stepped in and looked around as Lucia entered and locked the door. “Nice place,” he replied, noting how refined everything looked, so neat, it was almost as if no one lived there.

“Thanks,” she said, walking into the kitchen, rolling her shoulders back, popping them as she looked over at him with a small smile. “Go ahead. Make yourself at home.” Dean nodded and slowly sat down on her couch. “Do you want something to drink?” she asked, removing her gloves.

“What do you have?” he asked.

“Beer, some cans of soda, maybe a couple of bottles of water?” she answered with a shrug.

“Beer,” he decided, and she nodded and turned the fridge to get one, leaning over. Dean’s eyebrows raised in shock as he almost could see Lucia’s ass, but what surprised him even more was the fact that he WANTED to stare at her ass. He forced his eyes to look away until Lucia came back over to the couch with two bottles of beers in hand. She handed him his beer and sat down next to him, taking a shy look at him before she turned away and opened it.

“So, what did you do before?…” she asked, after taking a swig of her beer, her voice trailing off.

“I was a bouncer for a night club.” She nodded, and he gulped down almost half of the bottle of beer. “How did you become a detective?”

She smiled faintly, holding the bottle idly in her hands. “My father and my brother were detectives…It was sort of like a family business,” Lucia answered.

Silence.

The awkward silence made Lucia nervous, yet Dean looked perfectly calm. She wondered what thoughts were flowing through his mind as he sat there, finishing his beer, while the silence was driving her nuts. She decided to try and break the silence once more.

“You know…you were great out there,” she said, and he looked over at her, raising a brow. She lowered her head, focusing her eyes on the half-filled beer bottle in her hands. “What I mean is, you fought well.”

A faint smirk formed on Dean’s face. “You were good out there too,” he replied, and slowly, Lucia’s eyes looked up to see his.

Something flutter in her stomach, feeling she was under his gaze, and she stared at him gently, smiling bashfully at his words. A warm feeling was spreading from her torso to cover almost her whole body as she continued to look at him. She had felt this feeling before with him while they were battling the Skull Cross Gang, but she had always shoved it aside, stating that one shouldn’t fall or grow attracted to their partners; it only led to trouble. However, she told that inner voice now to shut up.

“You…You know…” she began, for voice growing soft as she looked up at him, subconsciously leaning over to him slightly. “I…always thought…you were…” She didn’t seem notice how the distance between them was disappearing as her eyes slowly close, her lips just before his. “…Handsome…” she finally finished in a whisper, leaning up to kiss him.

Dean had saw she was coming close to him, and it sparked a reaction in him. He didn’t lean away or try to push her back, but he let her kiss him. Readily and immediately, he kissed her back fiercely, shutting his eyes as well as he reached up his left hand to stroke her cheek. A soft, low moan escaped her lips as Dean forced his tongue into her mouth, and she rested her hand upon his as she caressed his warm tongue with her own. The kiss, the way she was reacting to him, caused the fire of passion to burn wildly through him and consume him, and his hands gripped her hips as she wrapped her legs around his waist. Slowly, he laid her back on the couch, and they broke the kiss, panting, staring wildly into one another’s eyes.

“D…Dean…” she gasped softly, looking into his eyes.

“Lucia…” he murmured, taking her in. He had always thought she was an attractive woman, and now, his body was realizing that he DID want her…it wasn’t some fleeting attraction. The way she looked up at him…that look… He knew that look. “Lucia, I…I haven’t made love to a woman since my wife died…” he confessed.

Her brown eyes widen in shock at his words. Yes, granted, she wanted him now, but still…it was a shock. A lump formed in her throat, and she swallowed it painfully before finding her voice. “Dean Johnson…are you saying that…?” her voice trailed off.

He nodded. She propped herself up on her shoulders, her black leather vest sliding off her shoulders as she stared into his blue eyes. “Dean…Dean…make love to me,” she softly replied. She realized now how much she desired him, how she wanted him to take her and leave her satisfied.

Without a word, he leaned down and kissed her passionately, making her moan in response, returning it. He quickly stripped her of her vest, tossing it aside as he began kissing her neck and suckled her skin almost hard enough to leave a hickey. She tangled her fingers into his spiky blond hair, arching back against him, her eyes fluttering shut as soft gasps and moans of pleasure escaped her lips.

“D-Dean…” she moaned.

“Hm?” he asked in between kisses on her neck as his hands began rubbing up and down her sides.

“Let’s take this into the bedroom…” she answered.

He stopped before whispering into her ear, “Alright.” He nibbled on her ear lope before sitting back up and scooping her up into his arms, her legs still wrapped around his waist. Roughly, he kissed her lips as he stood up and began walking down the hallway.

She could feel his arousal growing, and she returned the kiss, her hand leaving his hair only to open the door to her bedroom. Quickly, Dean walked in and put her on the bed, kicking off his boots before climbing onto the bed, coming towards her. Lucia barely had time to take off her sneakers and socks before Dean was practically upon her. Their lips met once more as she grabbed his skin-tight muscle shirt, before she ripped it off his hard body. He broke the kiss and removed her halter-top, smirking with pleasant surprise when he discovered she wasn’t wearing a bra.

Her breasts were almost a full cup size bigger than his wife’s, and they were round and perky. He leaned down and started kissing the side of her neck as his warm, large hands came up and started massaging her breasts. Lucia’s nipples began hard in his calloused hands, and he started gently grinding his knee into her crotch. Loud moans came from Lucia as she tugged on his hair, her body feeling like it was on fire.

“Oh God! Dean!” she cried. “Harder!…Give me more!” Her cries turned him on even more, and he squeezed her breasts hard, earning a loud moan from her. Suddenly, she pushed him away, and he blinked in shock, confused by her action, until she came over and started kissing his chest, rubbing his abs. A small smirk formed on his lips as he laid back, only propping himself up slightly by his elbows as she went lower. She brought her eyes to look up into his, and she brushed her hand against his groin, feeling his erecting member. He groaned at the touch, and she smiled slyly at the reaction.

However much Dean thought it was interesting for a woman to be aggressive and dominant, he wasn’t about to be submissive. He sat up and got off the bed turning to face her as he undid his belt and slid his black leather pants and blue boxers off his body. A loud gasp came from Lucia as she saw him completely nude before her. She kept gawking at his cock. He was huge! He had to be ten, maybe even eleven inches long! Never in her life had she seen that one THAT big before! He smirked in pride at her reaction and climbed onto the bed, leaning to kiss her, before she pushed him onto his back.

Lucia had never sucked a man’s cock before…but then again, Dean wasn’t like other men. She leaned down and licked his plump head, causing Dean to almost cry out in shock and extreme pleasure. Not wasting any time, Lucia quickly took him in, and her lips tightly clamped down around his thick cock, suckling him hard. Dean groaned loudly and started arching back as she began to tug on his cock. Soon, his cock was throbbing in her mouth, and she began to bob her head and down wildly.

“Lucia!” he yelled as his cum shot out of him, quickly filling Lucia’s mouth. She nearly gagged, but she did swallow it in one gulp, moaning softly as his semen went down her throat. Slowly, she released him, licking him clean. Slyly, she brought her eyes up to him, smirking, and he returned the smirk. He sat up and unbutton her demin shorts, undid the zipper, and he almost chuckled when he saw the small wet spot on her panties. Once they were gone, he dove right in.

She didn’t have a chance to scream out in pleasure as his tongue wiggled wildly in her bare sex; she could barely gasp for breath. He gripped her hips tightly, keeping her in place, and she pulled on his hair as Dean sucked on her nether lips hard. Her former partner, who was also her lover, had eaten her out a couple of times, but never this roughly before, and it turned her on even more. Finally, she got her voice back as her climax came, and she cried out his name. Though she did cum, Dean refused to stop roughly attacking her vagina with his mouth until she had her second orgasm. When he had licked up every drop, he finally sat up.

Panting heavily, she almost fell back upon the bed after he released her, and she looked up at him, her body anticipating him taking her. He sat in between her legs and gazed down at her, his blue eyes almost staring into hers gently. “Lucia?” he asked in his deep voice.

“Y-Yes?” she gasped softly, trying to get her breath back.

“…Have you done this before?” he asked bluntly.

Ashamed, she looked away from him and nodded. “Yes…I…My partner…We were…”

He shook his head and cut her off. “I don’t need to know details,” he said, and she looked at him confused, not sure whether to be happy or hurt by his statement.

However, he didn’t give her long to ponder about it. With one thrust, he entered her to the hilt. Lucia moaned at the top of her lungs, bucking upwards towards him. He groaned at how tight she felt, the way her walls were squeezing his member. Slowly he pulled out, causing them both to moan, and he jammed himself back inside her. Dean started thrusting in and out at a fast rhythm, not giving Lucia much time to adjust to his size, but Lucia never told him to stop. In fact, as she rocked her hips back up against him just as hard, she kept crying out for more, and Dean complied with her request. Lust filled their minds as they wildly fucked one another, each time Dean’s cock diving inside Lucia’s cunt to the hilt. They each had minor orgasms, but they kept going, now even faster. Finally, though, their bodies reached their max.

“DEAN!!!” Lucia screamed, having an explosive orgasm that drenched his cock. He quickly pulled out and thrust as hard as he could into her.

“LUCIA!!!” Dean shouted at the top of his lungs, his own cum shooting out heavily. Panting heavily, he collapsed on top of her before he rolled onto his back, pulling her on top of him.

It was silent in the room besides the shallow, quick breaths of the two. Lucia looked down at him, smiling, and he looked up at her with a smirk. After a moment, she finally decided to speak.

“Dean, I…that was…” her voice trailed off. “You were amazing.”

“You weren’t bad either,” he replied, moving a couple of her bangs away from her eyes.

She licked her lips, now getting her breathing as she looked at him, almost pleadingly. “Dean?…Stay with me the rest of the night…” He smirked and nodded. A relieved smile formed on her lips, and now reassured he would be there with her for the night, she rested her head on his chest. “Good night Dean Johnson,” she murmured, shutting her eyes and soon fell asleep.

He watched her sleeping for a moment, before he smirked and wrapped his arm around her back, pulling her even closer. “Night…Detective Garica,” he murmured before sleep came upon him as well.