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Romantic Executions: Continued	By : PrettySin Category: Anita Blake > Het Views: 3495 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Alright… this site is fucking up the spelling and grammar of this story every time I post. Rest assured that when I put the document in the ‘type box’ that it’s as perfect as I can get it. *Sigh* Hope you can understand what was meant.

Oh yeah… Property of Laurell K. Hamilton… not us. Bluh.
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Aahz sighed as she pushed her hair back. Damn filing. Stupid crap had taken her over four hours. Next time she was sick, Jean-Claude was SO not allowed in her office.

Biting her lip, she made her way out into the main room of the club. Forrest was onstage, tipping a cowboy hat as his hips gyrated.

Women screamed, one of them launching towards the stage. Forrest's lips quirked into a smirk and he tossed the hat away from himself.

Jean-Claude looked up from where he was leaning against the wall. Forrest was doing well, though the Club may invest in earplugs in the near future. "Hello Ma Joli."

Aahz glanced into the shadows, putting her hands on her hips. "I'm done. Filing. Finally."

The vampire stepped out of the shadows, smiling apologetically, "Je suis désolé."

"Uh huh. Jean-Claude... I was out for a day. One. How'd you-"

Alex wrapped his arms around Aahz from behind, giving her a huge bear hug. "Janet's getting married tomorrow!" He sing-songed, grinning dopily.

She jumped, peering up at the young man from over her shoulder. "So you've said. Many, many times." Aahz smiled.

Alex let go, bouncing a bit on the balls of his feet, "Yeah, and I'm really, really excited. I mean, I get to be in her wedding!" His grin widened, and he ran a hand through his blond hair.

Jean-Claude shook his head, a small smile creeping across his features. "Alex, when is your next set?"

"Forty five minutes." Alex said, his hands fiddling with everything they could keep a hold of.

Aahz turned. "Alex... go get ready... and nothing with caffeine or sugar for the rest of the night."

Alex saluted her with a grin, "Yes Ma."

Jean-Claude shook his head, "Go, Alex."

Alex saluted the vampire as well, and turned, moving on his incredibly excited way.

Aahz rolled her eyes. "Back to my question-"

He quirked a brow, "Question, Ma Joli?"

A reluctant smile pulled at her lips. "Never mind..." Aahz stepped forward, wrapping her arms around her boss' waist.

He smiled, slipping his arms around her. Another scream was heard as Forrest worked off his belt. The vampire winced, "Ma Joli, remind me to purchase a large box of earplugs for the Guilty Pleasures staff."

She chuckled softly. "Mmkay."

He pressed a kiss to her temple, "Je t'aime, Ma Joli."

"I love you too." Aahz turned her head, cupping his face.

He smiled, leaning down and brushing a kiss over her lips. He sighed softly as a screaming woman threw herself at the stage. "Earplugs and nets."

Aahz bit her lip, trying not to laugh. "Mmkay."

He turned to watch several other women pull the first back, only to have the first replaced. "Perhaps we should just change our decor to that of a boot camp." He said softly, a wry quirk to his lips.

"We could always put up an electric fence. Besides... Forrest is dancing to 'Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy'... It puts ideas in a girl's head."

Jean-Claude smiled, looking down at her, "Does it?"

"Yup. It's the whole 'cowboy fantasy' we all had as little girls.... and the jeans..." Aahz blushed slightly.

He brushed his lips over hers again, "Is that why you insisted we go out and purchase several pairs of jeans, Ma Joli?"

"Erm. Perhaps."

He smiled, pulling back and nodding, "I see."

Aahz leaned up, nipping at his jaw. "Sure."

His arms tightened a bit around her waist, "Oui. My sight is excellent, Ma Joli."

"Mm... And what do you see?" She nuzzled his neck, glad for the dark room... and for the fact that the staff was used to these little displays of affection.

He swallowed, his head tilting a bit to the side. "I see the woman that I love, Ma Joli."

Aahz bit her lip before kissing his neck. Darn it. When he said stuff like that he made her melt.

He glanced up to see Forrest smirk in their direction before slipping off stage. Jean-Claude rolled his eyes, holding Aahz closer to him.

She rested her head on his shoulder, letting her eyes drift shut as a slower song came on for Jason's set.

He pressed a kiss to her temple, resting his head against hers.

Asher nearly rolled his eyes as he caught sight of the couple swaying in the dark. For God's sake, could they go ten minutes without- He shook his head as he moved towards them.

Jean-Claude looked up at Asher as the other vampire stopped in front of them, and he lifted his head slowly. "Bonjour, Mon Ami."

Aahz lifted her head. "Asher. Hey... you've been hiding all night."

"Non... You've been filing." Asher chuckled softly as Aahz's smile turned to a scowl.

Jean-Claude shook his head, a slight smile quirking his lips. "Is there something I can help you with, Mon Ami?"

"Non... I was- how do you say... bored?"

Aahz sighed. "You just want to play computer solitaire again, admit it."

Asher gave a Gallic shrug. "Perhaps."

Jean-Claude chuckled, "Indeed." He reluctantly let Aahz go, his arms falling back to his sides.

Asher quirked a brow at the short brunette, "So... may I use your computer?"

"Depends. Are you going to crash it again?"

"Mon Ami's Joli..."

Aahz sighed. "Fine... fine..."

"Merci."

Jean-Claude shook his head, smiling. "I will be in my office, Ma Joli."

"Mm. I'll be working on the set schedule for next week after I get Asher on the computer."

Asher waited quietly, glancing at the stage.

Jason was sliding out of his pants as Aahz and Jean-Claude spoke, and he caught Asher's gaze. He quirked a brow almost imperceptibly, and went back to his set.

Asher stilled. The wolf was beginning to annoy him. His attitude had changed greatly in the last year. The lighthearted young blond was gone, replaced with a depressed, sarcastic man... one Asher was growing increasingly annoyed with.

Aahz poked him in the side. "Ready?"

He glanced down at her. "Oui."

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Jason ran a hand through his hair as he came off stage. Asher was beginning to annoy him. Every time he fed, he would remark on how he tasted. The two words that came up most often were 'sad' and 'angry'. Then he would ask why, and Jason would be forced to snap and find an excuse to leave. It was starting to get on his nerves, and he looked forward to the feeding times less and less.

He scowled as he pulled on his shirt. Just what he needed. A nosy vampire trying to fix him. Newsflash world, Jason thought sardonically, I don't need to be fixed. He finished dressing quickly, and glanced around, watching Robert struggled to tie the tie he wore for his set after Nathaniel.

"Jason."

Jason turned, his scowl deepened as he looked up at Jess. "Yes?"

"I don't know what your problem is, but you're losing us clientele. Glaring at the crowd? It's not working. It doesn't make you sexy, it makes you an ass. My suggestion? Grab the stick with both hands an pull." Not a single person in the audience had enjoyed his set, his moves mechanical rather than seductive.

His jaw clenched, "It's none of your business." She was right, though. No matter how much he wanted to throw it back in her face, she was right. He hadn't been doing well since... last year. He'd been doing that bad for an entire year and no one had told him? He fought off a growl. How was he supposed to improve if they never told him he was doing badly?

"It is my business." Jess sighed, pushing her hair back. "Personally, I'm surprised Jean-Claude hasn't been on you about it."

Jason glared at her. "I'll take care of it. Is there anything else you wanted?"

Nathaniel paused on his way to the stage, catching Jason's low growl. He frowned, moving over to Jess. "What's going on?"

Jason sneered, "Nothing. Don't you have a set?"

Jess glared at him. "Stop it, Jason."

Jason rolled his eyes, and moved away from them. "Just because you're right doesn't mean I have to listen to you." He growled as he passed.

Nathaniel's frown deepened, "Jess?"

She sighed, facing him. "Yeah?"

"What was that about?"

"I just..." Jess shrugged. "I told him what his bad attitude on stage was doing..."

Nathaniel took her hand, giving it a quick squeeze, "He didn't take it to well, apparently... I've got a set, I'll be back in seven minutes."

She nodded. "Love you."

He leaned forward, brushing a kiss over her lips, "I love you too." He pulled back, and let go of her hand as Robert came back from his set.

Jess bit her lip, watching him head onto the stage. Back to work.

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Anndy sighed, trying desperately not to curse as she tripped over a toy. She set down the baby Nathaniel in his crib, smiling slightly as he blinked up at her. She shook her head, and put Arianna in her crib as well. She shook her head, her lips quirking as she remembered Edward's reaction. That had certainly been an eventful day...

Edward sighed as he came inside. "Sin, the lawn's done."

She looked over at him and smiled slightly. "Death, there's grass in your hair."

He shrugged, tugging her to him. "Come here, you."

She smiled, resting against him, "Alright, jeez. I'm here."

"Mm." He nuzzled her neck, noting the formula on her shirt. "How're the kids?"

She glanced over at the cribs, "Well on their way to being asleep." She rested her head on his shoulder, brushing away the bit of grass that was tickling her nose.

He smiled. "So Ari decided to be good?"

"Surprisingly. It was Nat that caused more trouble today."

Edward tugged away from her, leaning over the cribs. "Hey..." His voice was soft, and he softly stroked each baby's cheek.

Arianna gurgled softly, grabbing his finger in both of her small hands.

"Hey, Sweetheart..." Edward smiled, looking into his own eyes... his daughter's eyes. Thin, flyaway hair, the same color of Anndy's, covered her small head. “Did you miss Daddy?"

Anndy smiled as Ari gurgled again, "Don't forget your son, Death."

"I'm getting there, Sin." He leaned down, kissing Ari's forehead before turning to Nathaniel. "Hey, Little Man..."

Nathaniel reached a hand up towards Edward, and he yawned widely, blinking large green eyes up at his father.

Edward smiled, kissing the long, tiny fingers. "Tired? Mm. So's Daddy. Mommy wore him out."

Anndy smiled, coming up behind Edward and wrapping an arm around his waist, "You make that sound like such a bad thing, Death." She said softly, kissing his shoulder. Nathaniel's eyes shut slowly, and Anndy reached over, pulling the blanket over him. Arianna let out a huge yawn, and it ended in a tired squeak.

Edward chuckled. "Night, Little Man, night, Ari."

Anndy tucked in her daughter, and turned to Edward, "You need a shower, Death."

"As do you, Sin." He pulled her to him again.

She smiled, resting against his chest. "Mmhmm..."

He kissed her temple. "I thought Aahz was going to stop by."

She shrugged, wrapping her arms around his waist, "She's supposed to."

"Think she'd kid sit?" He rubbed his cheek along hers. "We could shower then."

She shut her eyes, leaning against him, "She probably would. They're both being pretty good today. Ari actually let me get her dressed."

"Wow." He smiled. "I swear, the girl got my nude gene."

She grinned, "She also got your eyes and ears. Just wait until they can speak."

"Oh no." He chuckled. "And your mouth..."

She poked him playfully, still smiling a bit, "I've been being good. At least when they're awake."

"Mm. When the spawn sleeps, Sin and Death play..." He teased.

She tugged gently at his belt loop, glancing at the sleeping 'spawn'. "Damn straight."

"That's why I was hoping Aahz would come over."

She rested her head on his shoulder, "What, did you find 'Insta-Horny' in the yard or something?" She asked, her tone joking.

"Nope. That's right here..." He brushed his lips over hers.

She smiled slightly, returning the brushing kiss.

Edward stroked her back as he deepened the kiss.

Anndy shivered, meeting his tongue with hers.

The doorbell rang.

She groaned, pulling away from him, "That must be Aahz."

He sighed. "I'll grab the door."

She shook her head, "I'll get it. You concentrate on getting the grass out of your hair." She smirked at him, and made her way out of the room.

He sighed. "Alright..." He shook his head, the grass falling to the floor.

She rolled her eyes, and stepped over a small pile of baby toys to the front door.

Aahz sighed as she pressed the bell again.

Anndy flicked the door before opening it. "Mighty impatient, aren't you?"

"Never. How're Ari and Little Man?"

"Asleep, if Death hasn't woken them up with his grassy dandruff." Anndy grinned, stepping aside to let Aahz in.

She quirked a brow, "Grassy dandruff?"

Edward smirked. "I mowed the lawn."

Anndy shook her head, "It looks more like he rolled in it, doesn't it?"

"Uh... yeah." Aahz blinked before going over to the cradles. "There they are..."

Anndy shut the door, "So Auntie Aahz, how've you and Uncle Fang been?" Anndy bit her lip, trying to keep a straight face.

"Great. Jean-Claude can't wait to see them again."

Edward blinked. "He doesn't mind Uncle Fang?"

"Not as much as Asher hates Uncle Angst."

Anndy smirked, "Yeah well, under the circumstances it was the best we could come up with."

Edward smirked, taking Anndy's hand. "Aahz, will you spawn sit for an hour? Or two? While we shower?"

Aahz blinked.

Anndy shrugged innocently, focusing her eyes on Nathaniel, who was rolling over in his sleep.

"Fine... just... nothing loud cause... yeah." Aahz teased.

"You're a goddess."

Anndy grinned, "Coffee's on the counter, it just needs to be warmed up."

"Yum. Stale coffee."

Edward smirked, tugging Anndy towards the bathroom. "Of course."

Anndy shrugged again, letting Edward pull her away. "Just don't give the spawn any!"

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Richard stood in front of the stove, watching the potatoes in the pan without much interest. Grace had been out of town for nearly a week and a half, and the house seemed deserted without her. He pushed around the potatoes, and ran a hand through his hair. She'd gone back to Tennessee to visit her family. She'd called once when she'd gotten there, and once three days ago. He finished the potatoes and shut off the stove, dumping them onto a plate. He nearly jumped as headlights flashed through the living room window and the gravel crunched in the driveway.

A knock sounded on the door.

The Ulfric frowned, setting down his plate to open the door.

Grace smiled as the door opened. "Hun!"

He smiled widely, "Love! You're back early." He took one of her bags, setting it next to the couch.

She dropped the other bag on the carpet, hugging him. "I missed you."

He wrapped his arms around her waist, burying his face in her neck. "I missed you too."

"Mm..." Grace inhaled the scent of him... the scent of home.

He shut his eyes, breathing softly against her neck, "I love you."

"I love you too." She shivered, resting her head against his.

He pressed a kiss to her neck, relieved to be able to hold her again.

"Next time... you're coming with me." She sighed.

"Mm... or they're coming here."

"Sounds good." She swallowed. "I couldn't believe how much I missed you."

He raised his head, meeting her gaze, "The feeling is mutual, Love. Trust me."

She brushed her lips over the corner of his mouth. "I love you."

"I love you too." He brushed his lips over hers.

"Rich?" Grace slid her hands into his hair.

"Yes, Love?" He raised an eyebrow, pulling her tighter against him.

"We should shut the door..."

His lips quirked, "That means I have to let you go."

She frowned, not liking that. "We can leave it open..."

"Hmm..." He grinned, "I have an idea." He picked her up easily, and kicked the door shut with his foot.

Grace gave a startled cry, grabbing onto him. "Richard!"

He nudged the door with his toe, and made sure it was locked. "Love."

She sighed, melting into him. "Bedroom?"

"Mmhmm..." He smiled, moving toward the bedroom.

Grace nipped at his jaw. "How've you been?"

He shivered, tightening his grip on her, "Lonely."

"Mm. Besides that..." She laved at the spot.

He swallowed, pushing the door open carefully. "Fine... did you enjoy the trip?"

Grace stilled. "It was... nice."

He stepped into the room and set her down on the bed, a slight frown creasing his forehead, "Just 'nice'?"

"Well... Pa was..."

He sat next to her on the bed, and took her hand in his, "Pa was?"

"Nothing." She toed off her shoes, looking down.

Richard frowned, "Love... what happened?"

"He was... preaching at me... about us living together. Nothing huge."

"Is that all?" He gave her hand a gentle squeeze.

"Yeah." Grace bit her lip. 'You're becoming one of those cheap women- living in sin like that!'

He nodded slowly, "Alright..."

She swallowed. "Mm."

He brought her hand up to his mouth, kissing the pads of her fingers. "I missed you."

She faced him. "I missed you too."

He brought his other hand up to cup her cheek, brushing his thumb over her cheekbone.

Grace shivered. "Richard."

"Yes Love?"

She turned her head, kissing the roughened palm of his hand.

He turned her face back to him, and lowered his mouth to hers.

Her lips parted with ease, her hands sliding over his chest.

His muscles bunched under her hands, and he slid his tongue into her mouth.

She massaged lightly before wrapping her arms around his neck, shifting closer.

He tilted his head, deepening the kiss further and pulling her towards him.

Grace whimpered, pressing into him as their mouths mated.

He ran his tongue along hers, shifting her so that she was straddling his lap.

She moaned, pressing against the growing bulge behind his fly.

He groaned into her mouth, pressing back.

Grace sighed, tugging his shirt up so she could touch his bare skin.

He pulled back from the kiss, pulling his shirt up and over his head.

She swallowed, dipping her head to nip at his collarbone.

He shivered, sliding a hand into her shirt.

Her tummy tightened, and she bit her lip.

He brushed a kiss over her lips, and tugged her shirt up and over her head.

Grace shivered, left in her simple white bra.

He let his eyes slide over her form, and slid his hands down her sides. "I love you."

"I love you too..." She bit her lip, touching an elegant finger to one of his nipples.

His muscles bunched again, "Love..."

"Yes?" She stroked the hardening nub as she rocked her hips.

"I-ah..." He shook his head, cupping her breasts through her bra.

She froze before a moan tore from her throat.

He slid his hand around her back, unclasping her bra slowly.

"Richard..." Her voice was low, husky with need.

"Gracie...?" He pulled the garment off of her, dropping it onto their shirts.

She bit her lip, leaning forward to nip at his jaw instead.

He cupped her breast again, his head tilting to the side.

She pressed into his hand, her nipple hardening as they pressed into his palm. She nipped to his pulse, sucking it into her mouth.

He groaned low in his throat, "Gracie..."

She rocked her hips, whimpering at the sensation.

He groaned again, "Ah... Love... pants have to go..."

Grace chuckled softly, pulling back. "Do they?"

"Yes..." He swallowed, reaching out to unbutton her pants.

She shivered. "Rich...."

"Mmhmm?" He slid the zipper down after he conquered the button.

"I want you..." She pressed against his hand.

He swallowed, sliding his hand into her pants. "Oh?" His voice cracked in the single syllable, and he swallowed again.

"Mm..." She moaned, her head falling back.

He cupped her through her panties, pressing his fingers against her entrance in a small rhythm.

She rocked her hips, pressing into him as her hands slid over his chest. Darn it... she was close already.

He shivered, pressing her clitoris with his thumb through the damp material of her panties.

She whimpered, the movement of her hips harder.

He pressed his fingers against her entrance, he brushed his thumb over her nipple, teasing it into erectness again.

"Richard..." She bit her lip. "Close..."

He pressed a kiss to her neck, "Let go, Love..."

She came, her body falling forward against him as she throbbed, moaning his name.

He pressed another kiss to her neck, his lips quirking into a smile.

She kissed the crook of his neck, swallowing.

He nipped gently. "I love you."

Grace shivered, swallowing. "Love you too..."

He pulled his hand from her pants, letting his mouth drift down to her pulse.

She bit her lip, slipping a hand down his chest to hook in the waistband of his pants.

He swallowed, glancing down at her fingers in the rather loose waistband of his jeans. "Gracie..."

"You're losing weight..." She noted with a small frown.

He quirked a brow, "I'll let you feed me later."

Grace felt her cheeks flush. "That was naughty..."

He blinked, and chuckled softly, "We can do that too."

She blushed further, sliding her hand down to cup his hardness. "Can I now?"

He sucked in a sharp breath, and nodded.

Grace smiled, nipping at his neck before slowly making her way down his chest.

His muscles bunched under her mouth, and he gripped the blankets.

Grace nipped at the spot above his navel, teasing him.

He groaned, leaning back onto the bed. "Gracie..."

"Richard..." She mumbled as her hands undid his fly. "Lift your hips..."

He lifted his hips, letting her pull the jeans and boxers off him.

Her eyes lit on the moisture gathering at the tip of him and she licked her lips before laving it up.

He squeezed his eyes shut, a moan slipping from his lips.

Lord, she loved pleasuring him... Grace swallowed, taking the tip of him into her mouth before pulling back to lick along his length.

His hips pressed up into her mouth, and he swallowed. "Gracie..."

"Mmm...?" She pulled him into her mouth with a contented noise.

He bit his lip, his hips falling back onto the bed. He shook his head, his mind a sudden blank as she sucked at him.

She pulled him deeper before easing back to probe at the slit at the tip of him.

He pressed into her mouth again and he gripped the quilt in his hands.

She sucked him deep again, her tongue teasing along his hard shaft.

He swallowed, "Close..."

"Mm..." She swallowed, caressing him with her throat.

His hips jerked a moment later as he came, his fingers nearly ripping into the quilt.

Grace swallowed again, taking in all that she could.

Richard shivered, opening his eyes slowly.

Grace licked her lips before beginning to clean what she had missed from his body.

He sat up slightly, watching her lick up the mess and feeling himself stir again. Oh what a long week it had been...

She made a sound of contentment, happy with the simple taste of him.

He shivered underneath her, and slowly released the quilt.

She bit her lip, nuzzling his once again hard member.

He groaned, "Gracie... mm..." He swallowed, reaching down to pull her up onto the bed.

She looked up, meeting his gaze as his hands touched her.

He smiled slightly as her eyes darkened, and leaned over her on the bed, one of his hands pushing her pants and panties down her hips.

Grace shivered, shifting against the bed.

He pushed her pants down and off her, smiling as they hit the floor. He slid a hand down her side, letting it travel the familiar curves.

She quivered. "Richard..."

"Mm?" He lowered his mouth to her collarbone, brushing light kisses over it.

"I need..." She pressed into him.

He smiled, nipping lightly at a spot before trailing his mouth down to her breast.

Her tummy tightened and she bit her lip, grabbing his shoulders.

He brushed his lips over her nipple, bringing his hand back up her side to tease the other.

Grace whimpered, her back arching.

He pulled the nub into his mouth, scraping his teeth over it gently.

"Richard... I need... Please..." Her voice was low as she pleaded.

He sucked at it, arching a brow at her questioningly.

She scratched her nails gently down his back, hoping he'd take the hint.

He swallowed, and pulled back. He reached over and opened the nightstand drawer, pulling out a condom.

She smiled, smacking his bottom teasingly.

He jerked, and glanced over his shoulder at her. his brow arching again.

"I couldn't resist."

He chuckled, and leaned over, smacking her bum in return. "Neither could I."

Grace froze... just... froze, heat curling in her tummy.

Richard cocked his head, "Grace?"

She swallowed. "Um... yeah?"

"Are you okay? You...froze."

"I'm... I'm fine." She bit her lip. That was naughty. Very. And she liked it. A lot. Naughty...

He nodded, ripping open the condom. "Alright..."

Grace took a deep breath, rubbing the place where his hand had hit... the pale flesh slightly pink.

He pulled out the condom, and frowned slightly, "Are you sure you're okay, Love?"

"Just... I... I'm fine..."

He smirked slowly, "Do you have a thing for being spanked, Grace?" He asked, his tone suggestive.

She blushed.

He smiled, reaching over to run his hand over the pink spot. "I'll have to remember that for later."

She shivered, subconsciously pushing back.

He cupped her bum in his hand, before giving it a light tap and pulling back.

Grace whimpered, biting her lip as her face flushed.

He pulled on the condom, smiling slightly at her expression, "Spanking fetishes aren't a bad thing, Grace."

"But-"

"But?" He shook his head, brushing a kiss over her lips, "No but's."

"Richard... my Pa spanked me and I ain't ever..." Her little nose wrinkled at the thought.

He trailed his finger down it, his lips quirking. "Hmm... maybe I'm just special."

"I should hope so." She was half way through a sigh as her eyes caught on his hard, condom-covered member.

He quirked a brow, "Something interesting, Gracie?"

"Mm."

"May I ask what?"

She reached out, grasping him.

He gasped sharply, "Mmm..."

"Mmhmm..." She licked her lips.

He pressed her back into the bed, bracing his hands near her shoulders.

She released him, her hands sliding up his chest as she parted her legs.

He shivered, pressing against her entrance. "Ready, Gracie?"

"Mm..." She wrapped her legs about his waist.

He pushed into her with a moan, holding still for a moment.

Grace whimpered, her hands digging into his shoulders.

He swallowed, leaning down and catching her lips with his as his hips began to move.

She moved with him, her lips parting.

He slipped his tongue into her mouth, his hips finding an easy rhythm to please them both.

She smoothed her hands over him as their mouths mated. Lord, he felt like Heaven...

He shivered, his eyes sliding shut. He'd missed her, missing this, but more just holding her. Her smell... His hips shifted instinctively as he thrust, and he began hitting a place inside her that caused a moan to escape her throat.

Her back arched as she pressed into him, breaking the kiss to gasp for air.

He swallowed, opening his eyes and taking the time to breathe as well. The rhythm was slowly beginning to pick up speed, and he continued to hit the spot as he thrust.

"Richard... Mm..." She caressed his chest, shaking as she grew closer.

He shivered, looking down at her with a smile. He thrust a little harder, forcing the rhythm up another notch.

She moaned, tightening.

He groaned, feeling his peak boil under the surface. "Gracie... close..."

"Mmm..." She leaned up, catching his mouth with hers.

He parted his lips for her, his peak approaching faster with each thrust.

She stiffened, coming with a loud moan.

He came with a hoarse cry of her name, his hips jerking slightly as she came against him.

Grace swallowed, feeling him climax within her. Slowly, they came down and he rested his forehead against hers.

He shut his eyes, unwilling to pull out of her just yet. "Welcome home Love."

Grace smiled, laughing softly. "Mm. Home."

He opened his eyes, and brushed a kiss over her smiling lips. "A smile and a laugh? Mm... you must have missed me."

She nodded, her eyes more serious. "I felt... like I was missing half of me...."

He kissed the corner of her mouth, "I know, Love. I felt it too."

She brushed her lips back over his, stroking her hands down his back.

He shivered, "You know what's going to happen if you keep this up..."

Grace smiled. "Your point?"

He smiled back, before leaning down and capturing her lips with his.

She made a contented noise, kissing him back, slowly parting her lips.

He slipped his tongue into her mouth, exploring it thoroughly.

She stroked his back again, her nails teasing slightly as her tongue met his.

He shivered again, shifting his weight and sliding a hand down her side.

Her tummy tightened, and she swallowed.

He tilted his head, deepening the kiss further. His hand stopped on her hip, and it drew little patterns on the soft skin before wiping them away with more patterns.

Grace whimpered into his mouth, pressing her hands against his back.

He pulled back from the kiss, nipping gently at her lower lip. He growled low in his throat as her nails dug into his back, and felt himself harden for the third time that night.

"Mmm.... Some body missed me..." She rocked her hips teasingly.

He swallowed, rocking back against her, "Every time you're away..."

Grace arched her back, biting her lip. "Again... please..."

Richard pressed a kiss to her neck, and nodded, "Of course." He rocked his hips again, and pulled nearly all the way out of her, only his tip remaining inside.

She moaned, pressing into him. "Richard..."

"Gracie..?" He slid back into her, moaning softly.

She shook her head, closing her eyes.

He swallowed, beginning a slow, easy rhythm.

Grace moved with him, biting her lip. Wow....

He brushed a kiss across her jaw, his hips continuing the rhythm with ease.

She whimpered, blinking open her eyes to meet his. "Richard..."

"Mm?"

She took his hand, leading it to her breast. "Please..."

He cupped her breast, his thumb brushing over her nipple as he thrust a little harder.

She moaned, swallowing as she pressed into him.

He caught her lips again, his thrusts becoming steadily faster.

She parted her lips, meeting his tongue with hers as she slid her hands down to cup his butt.

He groaned, pressing harder into her. The things this woman did to him...

She whimpered as he brushed across her clitoris several thrusts later as she approached her peak.

He broke the kiss, taking in a large breath as he kept the rhythm. He was close, and he hoped she would find her third release soon.

"Richard..." His name was a long, low moan as she stilled, then came.

He groaned as she came around him, bringing him to his own peak.

He nearly froze as something tugged, then the sensation was gone, and he looked down at Grace.

She tilted her head back, panting before her eyes widened. His warmth was flooding her.... no... that was wrong, he was wearing a-

Richard cursed, and pulled out of her. He tugged off the leaking condom with a sigh. "Dammit."

She closed her eyes, swallowing. His tone had sounded angry, and of course it had. If she hadn't started to tease him, this wouldn't have happened.

He leaned over the side of the bed and tossed it into the trash. "Love? I'm so sorry..."

Grace blinked, furrowing her brow as she sat up. "You're... you're not angry?"

He shook his head, "Not with you, at least."

"No... don't blame yourself. I'm the one who-"

"I should have changed the damn thing. I know that they only last for one go, and I did it anyway."

She moved, hugging him from behind. "It'll be okay."

He turned his head, pressing a kiss to her shoulder. "I hope so."

She rested her cheek on his back, biting her lip. Would it be so bad? Apparently he thought so. She swallowed. "I'll call my doctor... get on the pill."

He shook his head, turning to pull her into his lap. "You don't have to do that. It's just... we aren't married. Hell, we aren't engaged. I don't want you to have to go through that."

So... he wasn't going to marry her even if she was- Grace bit her lip. "I think I should. That way there are no accidents. They have the morning after pill too." God. It was like... abortion at an early stage. Very early.

"Love, that's not what I meant." He sighed, and rested his forehead on her shoulder. "I love you. I'd love nothing more than to start a family with you... but are we ready for that?" He shut his eyes. No matter what he said, he was going to fumble this... He knew it

She swallowed. "Richard-"

He made a soft shushing noise. If he was going to screw up, he was going to screw up now. "Do you think we're ready for this, Love? I know I love you. I love you more than I've loved anything... but there's always that chance, you know?" He sighed, pressing a kiss to her slightly damp shoulder, "I don't want to let this go... I'm not sure I want it to change."

Grace bit her lip again, thoughts racing through her head. "I want you... anyway I can have you... If that means we stay like this... fine. If it means more... fine. Less.... less might kill me."

"Not less. I couldn't stand less." He swallowed. Did he want to marry her? He frowned slightly. Shit... He didn't know.

She swallowed. "The full moon's tomorrow... we should sleep."

Richard pressed another kiss to her shoulder, and nodded, letting her go.
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