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Haven't We Been Here Before?	By : lalaland Category: Anita Blake > Het Views: 3226 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the Anita Blake series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Title: Haven't We Been Here Before?
Rating: NC-17
Timeline: Post-Nic, but Pre-CS
Disclaimer: I wish I had created Anita and Co, just so that I could at least have them in my head, but alas, all their bits and pieces belong to LKH.
Pairing: Anita/Jean-Claude
A/N: This takes place right where NiC left off. It is about Jean-Claude and Anita's first time together after being apart for 6 months. Well, it's my version of what it would have been like. Even though I really wish that LKH had the time to fit it into one of her books. Stupid page limits... Grrr...
Anyway, there is going to be a second part to this, but it is not yet finished. Once again, if you don't like the pairing, don't read it.

The victory celebration went into the morning hours where the sky was so black it was hard to imagine that the sun would soon start to peak over the horizon. Deep in the Circus, I couldn't see it, but I knew it was there. We had all caroused around Narcissus' house of... pleasures, wiping away the horror and fear that Chimera had left behind. But even vaguely knowing Narcissus and his tastes, I was sure that soon enough the area would be filled with pain again. All willing, he had assured me, but for some reason that didn't make me feel any better.
As the werehyenas began to slink away to welcome their lovers home, some of the wolves and most of the leopards, unwilling to let the surprising victory go, had, at Jean-Claude's invitation, went over to the Circus. I went with them because I wanted to see Jean-Claude. The wildness of the lupanar would have probably been more to their tastes, but no one had wanted to think of Richard. To think of how, as leader, he had sworn to protect them, to be strong for them, but in the end, he had crumpled, willing to make a martyr not just of himself, but his whole pack. Would he have rather been responsible for the deaths of his friends just hat hat he would not have to kill an enemy?
I put that last disturbing thought away.
I was sitting on the floor next to Jean-Claude's bed. The living room was being taken up by yapping lycanthropes. Micah was sitting next to me. As I was quickly learning, it was impossible not to touch him, so we had our arms linked and our fingers were gently playing against eachother.
I looked down at our hands and then rolled my eyes. Jesus Christ, this was getting to be pathetic, but even as I thought it, my hand tightened around his.
Jean-Claude finally came out of the bathroom. I had the sneaking suspicion that he had been staring at his starry black eyes in the long bathroom mirror. Actually, knowing Jean-Claude, he was probably at the vanity with its 3-way mirror so he could get a better look.
I had to admit, the first time I saw myself with black eyes, starry with power, at Obsidian Butterfly's Club, I wanted to stare at myself in the mirror for a long time, too, but this was getting ridiculous.
Jean-Claude had greeted us at the door, given me a hug and whispered in my ear how glad he was that we were "victorious and unharmed." A quick peck on the lips was deepened when he saw that Micah was watching. He had escorted us to the bedroom and promptly disappeared into the bathroom.
But at last he was out. I took a good look at Jean-Claude and realized that he had also been primping, judging by the way his hair was artistically tousled around his face. I felt my heart swell with feeling for a moment. I had missed him. Even his incessant primping.
Both Micah and I watched him with our mouths slightly open, and he laughed.
Micah shivered and pushed up off the floor. He stared down at me, and I couldn't quite understand the intensity of his gaze. "I'm going to go check on the others," he said. With a quick inclination of his head to Jean-Claude, he was gone.
My vampire came and sat down next to me. I pulled my knees up to my chest, unable to look at him, my heart pounding as hard as it was in the club during the first time I had seen him in 6 months. Although it wasn't afronfront thought, I knew the moment I decided to come over here that it was so that Jean-Claude and I could resume our former relationship. The idea of sex with him still made my skin twitch as though a mink pelt was being rubbed over it. The soft feeling that I got in my chest when I thought of holding him close as he came inside me told me I was still, if not more, in love with him than ever.
He took my hand. I raised my face up to look at him, and blinked. His face was an inch away. I would have pulled back, but as always I was hypnotized by midnight blue surrounded by a dark fringe of lashes. The starry black had disappeared.
I leaned forward slowly and almost pressed my lips against his. I had a flash in my mind's eye of Micah and Jean-Claude's almost kiss, and then I closed the distance between us. His lips were just as soft as I remembered. My hand came up to grip the back of his neck.
Jean-Claude's lips were rough against mine. His tongue pressed in, and I whimpered. I was surprised by the sudden intensity; he had been so hesitant in the club before.
He pulled away and then pressed his mouth against my neck. "I am sorry, ma petite, but I cannot take my time. It has been too long. I feel half crazed. What we did earlier with Asher, Nathaniel and Jason was wonderful, but this," he gripped my hips, "this is different."
I moaned as he sucked hard on my neck, the hard tips of his fangs pressing, but not breaking, my skin. I clung to him as hard as I could. Suddenly I felt half crazed, too, no longer so paralyzed by the thought of him.
"Jean-Claude," I tilted my head back to give him greater access to my skin. My nipples rasped against my bra as I rubbed myself against his chest.
He quickly bore me down to the floor. He nibbled gently with his front teeth at the area just below my collar bone and gave the scars along there a quick rub with his face. I managed to roughly hook one leg around his waist. The other was pinned down between his knees. I tried to move it, but he wouldn't let me. With a quick, easy movement of his hands my beloved black polo shirt was torn down the front. A finger motion snapped the front band of my bra in two, and then his mouth, strangely hot but cool at the same time sucked the smooth skin between my breasts. He buried his face there for a moment, before turning his head to mouth a nipple. I mewled like a kitten, but his hands were already undoing the buttons of my black jeans.
I ran my hand down his body so that I could cup his erection through his pants. His hands froze for a moment as he thrust against my palm, but then he ripped down center seam of the denim. Air gusted against the soaked center panel of my underwear, and I squeezed him hard in my fingers in response. It took me less than a millisecond to realize that I now had a rip down the front of my jeans, past the crotch, and up the back seam. "Oh my God," I whispered through lips almost numb with lust as he tore off the underwear.
I fumbled, panting, at the hook and eye closures of his fancy black pants, but after not more than a second, I ripped the closures, and he sprang out. My hands flew to him, and I sighed. He was just as velvety hard as always, and it made both of us moan. He eased his weight off me to pull my other leg around his hips so that his erection ground against my slick wetness. Fast as a jackrabbit, I wrapped my legs around him, squeezing. He let out a brief grunt, but it was definitely a sound of pleasure. I guess having some extra strength was also a benefit during sex and not just for fighting.
He pressed me down. His hand grabbed the back of one thigh in a cool iron grip and yanked it up. I actually felt so empty that I ached for him, my walls clenching as if he were already inside. Then he slammed into me, and I screamed. His rhythm was hard and fast, almost hurting, but the burn was worth it, even as I felt my ass getting pounded against the stone floor under the carpet. I rolled my hips against his desperately. Tingles of pleasure radiated out from my belly.
I gasped and choked back a sob as I felt myself teetering on the edge of orgasm, clutching at his shoulders. So close, so close was all I could think. He pressed his face along mine, and I heard his breath gasping into my ear. I felt his jaw move against my skin as he moaned my name. It had been too long.
Heat erupted from my vagina, and I screamed and bit down hard on his shoulder. "Mmmhh. Mmmhh. Mhhh," was all I managed to say with each thrust into me, but from the way my whole body arched up and shook, I knew that Jean-Claude got my drift. His orgasm started a blink after mine, except his was a long groan torn deep from in his belly, more powerful than any scream. Power trickled between us, but it was all secondary to me feeling Jean-Claude inside me. The nails of one of his hands sank into my hips, and I whimpered, so far gone that it could only feel good. Then the prickling energy suddenly cascaded over us, frying my nerves with white light.
Jean-Claude collapsed on top of me. I managed to turn my face to the side so I wasn't smothered in his shoulder, but other than that I couldn't move. I felt too wonderful to move. My clit and lips felt swollen and wonderfully sensitive. He was still inside me. I gave a little "ummph" of contentment, then opened my eyes. I hadn't even remembered closing them. I smoothed my hand over Jean-Claude's slick back, fingers lingering over the whip scars.
He pulled away and sat back on his heels between my thighs, smiling down at me, his beautiful face actually pink with exertion. He trailed his hands over my body. His eyes were completely glowing with midnight blue. It made me think of something.
It took 2 tries for me to get my mouth to form words. "Did we just feed eachother's ardeurs?"
His smile drooped a little, and I mentally kicked myself. Oh well, I had to ask it sometime, right?
"Yes, ma petite, we did. Sometimes it is just an exchange of energy when two beings with the ardeur come together, but just before was-"
"Perfect." I had to cut him off. Not that I didn't want the explanation, it was just that his face was starting to shut down as he talked.
Jean-Claude looked carefully expectant.
"I can't really have a problem with it... Not now that I have one of my own. I can't get mad at you for feeding off me, when I just fed off of you. Hell, I didn't even mean to feed off of you, and I did. I fed-"
Jean-Claude suddenly pulled me up onto his lap. He leaned back a little so he could look me right in the eyes. "Ma petite, there are no words that I can say to you to make this better. I will help you with this in any way that I can. Perhaps I should have held back my own ardeur until asking you, but it did not occur to me. For that I am sorry. But I beg of you, do not feel sorry for feeding off of me."
I shrugged my shoulders at him. I could feel his seed and my wetness dripping onto his thigh.
He sighed and pulled me against his chest. "Perhaps it will not be so very bad," he said into my hair.
"At least I have someone to face it with." The words were so sentimental that as soon as they were out, I cringed, but they were the truth. If anyone could help me deal with this, it would be Jean-Claude.
His hand came up to cradle my head against the nook of his neck. "I will help you, ma petite," he murmured, and I felt like a great weight that had been pressing down on me had eased, not completely, but it definitely felt a little lighter.
I wrapped my arms around his neck, rubbing my breasts against his chest. I could feel him starting to harden again. "Hey, buddy," I said lightly, "let's at least get the rest of our clothes off this time."
Jean-Claude let out a purring chuckle. "As you wish, ma petite. As you wish."
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