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Good Morning	By : lalaland Category: Anita Blake > Het Views: 4243 -:- 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: Good Morning
Rating: NC-17, Really NC-17
Spoilers: None for Cerulean Sins, but everything else is fair game. Takes place after NiC.
A/N: Yes, it's Anita and Micah. If you don't like that pairing, don't read it! If you read it anyway, and then complain about the coupling, then Arturo can just stick it to you. If you read NiC, you know what I mean. Otherwise, Enjoy!!!! A/N again: OK, I had sworn off posting my stories, but people actually e-mailed me asking about this one. (OK, well only 4 people, but it still really made my day. So thank you. This is part of a trilogy. I'm still spiffying up the next 2 parts.
I woke up slowly, feeling two warm bodies on either side of me. The front one was curled so that his forehead pressed against the top of my breasts and his legs entwined with mine. His hands were crushed between us, pressing against my stomach. The man behind me bted ted me from head to toe, his breath rustling my hair, his chest to my back, my buttocks to his lap. He had one leg thrown completely over me, touching the body in front of me. His arms were wrapped around me, and I had to wonder if the one pinned underneath me had fallen asleep. I stretched a little then hunkered back into the warmth around me. If the alarm hadn't gone off yet, then it wasn't time to get up. The one in front stirred, shaking vanilla scented hair across my face.
Nathaniel blinked sleepy violet eyes at me.
"Go back to sleep," I whispered, automatically reaching up to brush the hair from his eyes, but stopping myself before I could touch the silken softness. Just because he was letting me feed the ardeur from him didn't mean that I could treat him like a lover.
Awareness of what I had been about to do shone in his eyes and washed away some of the sleepiness with sorrow. He reached up and brushed his hair back. I sighed and raised an arm so he could get closer to my body. Micah's grip on me tightened. Nathaniel moved into me with a naughty smile as he got lower on the bed, so he could pillow his face on the softness of my breasts.
I glared down at the auburn head, as he rolled his eyes up to look at me. That's it, I decided. He's spending less time with Jason from now on. I closed my eyes and let myself drift off to sleep.
The blare of the alarm clock had me sitting straight up in bed, jerking out of restraining arms. I turned it off, and felt a familiar gnawing in the pit of my belly. I remembered an experiment from and old psych text book. A man had rung a bell everytime he fed these dogs, and eventually the dogs had begun to salivate just when they heard the bell, not when there was any food. Maybe my ardeur was beginning to be linked to my alarm clock. I giggled.
Micah propped himself up on one arm and smiled at me, and I couldn't help smiling back. Yes it was still weird sleeping with someone that I had only known for two months. Yes it freaked me out that he and his pard, really our pard now, had worked their way so permanently into my life after so little time, but it was nice, even though I still liked the members of my old pard better than the ones in his. Maybe they were just nicer people.
All in all, my life had taken a strange turn, but I had never previously let myself imagine how wonderful it was waking up to a warm, living body that could hold me, and support me, an understand my decisions. Anita Blake, stone cold sociopath, needing warm, fuzzy hugs? Never.
"Hey," he said softly, his yellow-green eyes warming as they looked up at me. Lightening quick, he pulled me down, next to him, and began to press warm, soft kisses down my neck.
We were all wearing our jammies. I still insisted on it, even though I don't think I would have cared so much if it had just been Micah in the bed, or honestly just Nathaniel. I guess two naked guys in my bed at the same time was just too much for me.
Nathaniel stretched on his back next to us, and I turned to look at him. He leaned his face to chin-mark my soldier, then rolled out of bed with a tiny smile.
"I'm going to get a bite to eat," he said and left the room.
I stared after him for a moment. He did not always leave the room when I had to feed off of Micah. I honestly didn't care if he was in the room when it was just sl col contact, but as Micah's hands crept back around my body I realized that he was hoping for a little bit more than just contact. I turned back to face him with a smile. I bee been so busy with work and life, that even though we were living together, there was still little time for sex, especially with him looking for a job. He was a chef, an honest to God Emeril-like master of the kitchen. I still didn't have the heart to tell him that I wasn't much of a foorsonrson, but I found it kind of cute to come home from work and find him staring threateningly into a frying pan of rice and vegetables, as if he were molding them to his will, just like he was molding my body to his right now actually.
He flipped me onto my back, and pressed his lips to mine once again, soft and needy. He knelt, looking down at me. He gave me that sad, wistful smile that I wasn't sure I would ever understand, no matter how linked our beasts would eve. H. His fingers crept under my oversized T-shirt to bracket my thighs, and my body clenched, anticipating more.
Lightening fast, I pulled him down on top of me, and we ground together, as his groping hands raised the shirt higher and higher until it was lying in a forgotten heap on the floor. He pressed his cloth covered erection against the cleft between my legs, and I captured the gasp that my heat elicited from him with my mouth.
He kissed his way down my neck. Hot, wet suction covered my nipple, and I moaned, arching up into his mouth as my left leg wrapped around him, holding him more firmly against me. He nuzzled the valley between my breasts, and I whispered his name, kneading his shoulders like a contented kitten. I hooked my toes into his boxers and tried to push them down his body, but we were pressed so tightly together, that they only moved an inch.
Micah laughed softly into the curve of my breast and I shivered, even as he raised up so I could finish pushing his boxers down his body. Hard and ready he sprung against me.
He lifted my hips and rubbed against me. I said his name again, and he pressed inside me, inch by inch. No matter how many times we made love, bse se that's what this thing between us had become, it still feel like he stretched me to my limits.
Micah moved slowly inside if me at first, making room for himself, as he stared into my eyes. We were the same height, and having his yellow and greyes yes staring down into mine, while his body took me over so completely, it was almost too much to bear. My body tightened around his, and he groaned and moved faster inside of me. The need inside my stomach spiked into heat, and I cried out, moving my body to meet his.
If anyone ever listened to me with me Micah, they would always either think I agreed with him a lot, or spent my time praying to God. It was a mixture of both this time.
I was on the edge, and so was he. He mashed his mouth to mine, and as our tongues dueled, our beasts rubbed together. One more thrust, and I was over the edge, and I took him with me. He cried out my name, and twisted his face into my shoulder. He bit down hard, but I was too far gone to care.
Power rushed into me, filling the hole inside me that was the ardeur, even as Micah filled me with his essence. I fell back, lost in post-orgasmic bliss and the fullness of a satiated succubus.
I came to, entwined with Micah with a faint metallic taste in my mouth. I glanced down and realized that I had bit him as well. Small, red tooth marks decorated the part where his neck met his body.
I traced the marks gently. "I'm sorry," I said.
He nipped my chin. "Anita," he chided. "You know what I think of your bite marks."
I blushed and cuddled back into his arms. I lay there, listening to the steady rhythm of his breath, content for now.
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