Romantic Executions: Continued | By : PrettySin Category: Anita Blake > Het Views: 3499 -:- 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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Forrest groaned, sitting up. He felt like shit, and what the hell was that noise? It sounded like... rats dying or something. He swung himself out of bed, pushing his hair out of his face. While thanking the fact that he had not fed well the night before, he was regretting it now.
"Any man of mine... better walk the line... better show me a teasing, squeezin', pleasin' kind of side..." Misty grinned as she sang into the wooden spoon, dancing around the kitchen with Melissa.
Forrest tugged on his pants, doing up the fly before going downstairs. This was seriously pushing it.
Melissa laughed, poking Misty with a spatula, "You're off key!"
Misty thwacked her sister on the bottom. "And you're tone deaf... besides... Shania sings like a man anyway!" The chorus came and Misty let herself belt it, her voice flowing smoothly.
Forrest leaned against the kitchen door jam, watching Misty with a quirked brow, "Who sings like a man?" He asked as the song finished.
Misty stilled, mid twirl, facing him. "Shania... Twain... the singer on the radio." Darn it... she wouldn't blush...
His arms crossed loosely over his bare abdomen, "Ah, well. That would make much more sense than any other answer, I suppose."
Melissa stuck her tongue out at him, "Just because you've got no taste in music..."
"I do, I just think that hick music is best left to hicks."
Misty rolled her eyes. "We've done had this argument before." She butchered an Alabama drawl as she aimed her spoon at him. "Now you're being redundant."
He shrugged, "It's a legitimate argument."
"I bet you I could get you to like country music."
"I bet you couldn't."
Melissa blinked, watching the exchange curiously.
"Bet what?" Misty smirked. "And you have to try!"
He shrugged again, "Depends. If I win, what do I get out of it?" There was no way she could make him like country music. It sucked. Literally.
"Hmm... what would you want?"
"What about a date? You guys seem to be getting along great."
Forrest shot an incredulous look at Melissa, momentarily speechless.
"What? Date?! No... not.. Getting along? We..." Misty blinked. Were they? No...
Melissa blinked, "You are though! I haven't actually seen you guys insult each other once!"
Forrest shook his head, "I don't think that would work. She - She's just..."
Misty put her hands on her hips. "I'm?"
"A pain in the-" He glanced at Melissa, "Butt."
"You? And you're not exactly the Saint of us, are you?"
He rolled his eyes, "I never claimed to be anything but me."
Melissa sighed, "Okay, if Misty wins, you guys have to spend an hour everyday together and try to get along. Nicely, without a single argument."
"And if I win?"
"You guys go on a date."
"Mel..."
"What?" Melissa scowled, "I think it's fair."
"Point being neither of us wants... spending any sort of time together." Misty sighed, glancing at the stove where eggs were boiling.
"Just try it." Melissa pleaded, "Worst comes to worst, it's only seven hours lost."
Forrest watched Melissa and bit back a sigh, "Fine. I'll agree, but only because the kid's been through a lot the past few days."
Melissa glared at him, "I'm not a kid, and I'm perfectly fine."
Misty rolled her eyes. "Fine. Only because my stubborn teenage sister is being... or endeavoring to be a match maker... that isn't going to work."
A grin split Melissa's face, "Alright, how long does Misty have to get you to like Country?" She asked, looking over at Forrest.
"Two days."
"Uh huh... and how are we going to do this?" Misty furrowed her brow, thinking. "When are you off?"
He glanced at the clock, "I have to be at work in an hour forty five minutes. I get off about two, my break is usually about midnight."
She frowned. "And I have to be up at 6."
He shrugged again, "Never said it was convenient."
Misty sighed. "Do you ever have a day off?"
"No. I could take off tonight and tomorrow, I suppose."
Melissa smiled, picking up the phone and tossing it to him, "Call."
Misty glared at her sister. "Mel-"
Forrest shook his head, already dialing, "Don't worry about it. It's not the moon, so they'll have more than enough people for all the sets."
Melissa smiled innocently at Misty, "What?"
"What if I had a date?"
"But you haven't had one in like... a year or something."
Misty blushed. "Shut up."
Melissa bit her lip, "Sorry. Shutting up now."
Forrest smiled slightly, shaking his head again. "Hey Aahz... No, I don't need to talk to Jean-Claude... It's nothing major... I just need tonight and tomorrow night off... Personal business... Don't laugh at me, Miss PA." He smiled, "Alright, I'll let you get back to work... See you in a few days." He clicked off the phone, setting it down on the counter.
Misty shook her head, going over to check the eggs. Arg.
Forrest watched Melissa hang up the phone before turning to Misty. "So, what's the plan? Am I staying here for the next two days or what?" He quirked a brow.
"You should stay here." Melissa told him, then glanced at Misty. "Oops. I was shutting up..."
Misty glanced at him over her shoulder. "Well... I wouldn't mind... but you'd... you'd need a way to feed... And even if you could, I wouldn't eat anything I make..."
Forrest sighed, "That is a problem."
"Fine... talk Mel..." Misty bit her lip. "I don't know... what do you normally do?"
"Feed off a were." The vampire rested his head back against the door jam.
"I'm a were." Melissa pointed out.
"You're not of age."
"And are so not getting nibbled upon!" Misty glowered.
Melissa sighed, "So let him nibble on you, Misty."
She blinked, her eyes meeting the vampire’s. "I..."
He fought not to roll her under then and there. Despite the fact that she annoyed him, and that she was human, and that Jean-Claude could easily have his head for it, he was hungry.
Misty touched the side of her neck, where she'd let Dave feed once. "I... would you want to?"
He shrugged, breaking their eye contact. "It's tempting... and I do need to feed."
"So... what's stopping you?" Melissa asked, frowning slightly.
Misty glanced at her. "Watch the eggs, alright?"
Melissa nodded, "Mmkay."
Forrest quirked a brow. She was going to let him feed from her?
Misty moved toward Forrest shrugging. "We'll use the bedroom."
He nodded slowly, "Alright." Who was this and what had they done with the annoying bitch?
She led him into the bedroom, biting her lip. Darn it... she was wearing a turtle neck... she'd have to take her shirt off...
He prodded a fang with his tongue, watching her remove her shirt. Dammit. Why had he let himself get into this? Who up there had he pissed off?
Misty held the shirt in front of her, biting her lip. "What... sitting or laying down?"
"Laying down works better. Sitting people tend to fall, then it gets messy."
She wrinkled her nose, nodding. "That's what Dave said."
He waited for her to lie down, and sat on the edge of the bed. "Are you sure you want to do this?"
"It's fine." She pushed her hair out of the way.
He swallowed, watching her pulse flutter under her skin. "Alright."
She met his eyes, her breath hitching.
He rolled her under, his hand coming up to tilt her head to the side.
Her eyes slid shut, and her hands released her shirt, letting it fall to the side.
His lips hovered over her pulse before he opened his mouth, biting down on her neck, his fangs breaking the smooth skin with pointed tips.
She whimpered, biting her lip as she grabbed at his shoulders, her mind dimly aware of the muscle there.
Blood pooled on his tongue, bringing with it a series of emotions. Fear, which was understandable, acceptance, but of what? And... something else he couldn't quite define. He swallowed, her blood easing down his throat.
Misty blushed, her breasts tightening as he drank.
Forrest pulled back several moments later, licking the wounds closed. She tasted... He shook his head slightly, licking a small trickle of blood from his lips.
Misty let go of his shoulders, blinking her eyes open.
He swallowed, "Thank you." His voice was slightly husky, and he cleared his throat.
Her brow furrowed and she licked her lips. "Yeah..." She glanced down at herself, blushing as she noticed her shirt had fallen.
Forrest stood from the bed, moving his dark gaze to the drapes on the bed.
She sat up slowly, paling a bit. "Oh..."
He looked back down at her, slightly concerned despite himself. "What?" No! Bad, stop doing this! He growled inwardly. This was not happening...
"Little... little light headed..."
He offered her a slender hand, "Sorry. I probably took too much." Dammit. This was happening. And he wasn't doing much to stop it. He felt like kicking himself. This was only going to lead him into trouble. Lots of it, and fast.
She let him pull her to her feet, shirt forgotten. "It's... it's okay."
He swallowed, looking down at her, "Okay."
Slowly she let go of his hand. "Probably should have eaten..."
He nodded, "You should go do that." He shoved his hands into his pockets, wondering idly why he hadn't moved away, and what the hell her blood had done to him.
"Mm. I need a shirt first..." She glanced at her dresser, then slowly made her way over.
Forrest looked back up at the drapes, then glanced down at her. Shit. He had to remember what annoyed him about her. The country music fetish, the... the interrupting, all of her stupid attitude... What else? There had to be more!
Misty sighed, pulling on a shirt before glancing at him. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing."
She blinked, sighing. "Fine. I'm gonna check on Mel."
Forrest nodded, thunking his head on the bedpost as she left. "Dammit." He said softly, thunking his head again. He had two days to spend with her, then more, depending on who won this stupid bet. Fuck, he was in trouble.
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Michele sighed as she walked into the park, Bonnie barking happily. Ah... Alex was there already.
Jesse whined, looking up at Alex pleadingly. Alex shook his head, "Behave, Jesse. They'll get here." He looked up from his seat on the bench, "Okay, they are here." Jesse barked, his tail wagging emphatically.
Bonnie pulled free from Michele, who sighed, watching the dog race to Jesse.
Alex stood from the bench, Jesse and Bonnie licking at each other happily. He crouched, picking up Bonnie's leash. "Lose something?" He asked as Michele approached them.
"Hush." She blushed, taking it from him.
He smiled, letting her take it, "I'm hushing. Really."
"Sure." She reached down, petting the dogs.
He shook his head, watching Jesse butt his nose against her hand.
Michele scratched at his ears, meeting Alex's eyes. "How're you?"
"Good, you?"
"Fine." She adjusted her bag on her shoulder.
"So... are we going to find a place to lay out the blanket and everything?" His lips quirked as Bonnie's wagging tail hit Jesse's side.
Michele nodded. "Sounds good." She pointed to a shaded tree as Bonnie nipped Jesse. "Would you like to go over there?"
Jesse yipped, nipping back at Bonnie. "Alright." Alex smiled at her, "I'll take the dogs, if you like."
She smiled. "Please. You might be able to hold onto them better."
He shrugged, taking Bonnie's leash, "We'll see, won't we?"
"Mm." They began walking, Bonnie nuzzling Jesse.
Jesse woofed softly, nosing Bonnie's ear. Alex shook his head as they made it to the tree.
Michele dug through her bag, pulling out a blanket. "I brought something so we can tie them up and still let them play too..."
Alex nodded, "Sounds like a plan."
She smiled at him, bending to spread the blanket.
He blinked, looking away from Michele's bum only when Jesse tugged on his leash, trying to rub against Bonnie.
Bonnie yipped, looking up at Alex, smiling her doggy smile.
Alex shook his head, smiling slightly.
Michele finished spreading out the blanket before digging through her bag again and pulling out a rope and two of the retractable leashes. She bent, threading the leashes onto the rope before tying the rope around the tree. "See?"
Alex grinned, crouching to switch the leashes, "Good idea."
She rolled up the other leashes, placing them on the blanket. "I made some brownies... I'm not sure that you like them but..."
He blinked, "Hold on, repeat that? Please?"
"Um... I made some brownies... I'm not sure that you like them...?"
He smiled widely, "You just guessed my favorite food."
Michele grinned. "Really? I love them too!"
Alex sat down on the blanket, grinning, "That's really cool."
She kicked off her shoes, smiling back. "I can't believe that..."
He shook his head, "It's kind of odd." He smiled again, "It makes me wonder what else we have in common ."
"Favorite color?"
"Baby blue."
"Aqua... sorta baby blue... more green." Michele fished through her bag again, pulling out two tins of brownies, one labeled frosting.
"Okay... favorite animal?"
Bonnie glanced at Jesse before starting to chase him around the tree.
"Well... turtles." She blushed. "Odd, I know but-"
"Sea turtles are my favorite. Ever since 'Finding Nemo'." He grinned.
Michele grinned. "Exactly! Squirt was so cute...."
He laughed, "I liked Crush."
"He was spiffy. Gil was cool too."
"Dory was great." He smiled.
"I didn't like Dory..." Her brow furrowed.
"Why not?" He quirked a brow. Hm... something they didn't have in common . How many of those were there?
"I spilled my popcorn four times in the theater laughing at her."
His lips twitched, "That's not exactly a bad thing."
She stuck her tongue out at him. "Hush! It wasn't funny! It went down my blouse!"
A small laugh escaped him, "Alright, I can understand why that would suck."
"Sure..." Bonnie laid down in front of them, sighing at Jesse's disinterest.
Jesse laid down next to her, licking at her face in apology. "You don't believe me." Alex decided, a small grin tugging at his lips.
"You don't have the same problems..." Michele blushed. "Would you like a brownie?"
Bonnie covered her head with her paws.
"I didn't, but my sisters did." He offered her a smile, "I'd love a brownie."
Jesse whined softly, nosing at her with a doggy-pout.
"With Peanut butter frosting or not?" She glanced at the dogs. "Uh oh... the break up is starting already..."
Jesse licked Bonnie's paw, still whining. Alex shook his head, "Without, please. I don't think Jesse wants to give her up... At least, that's the impression I get."
"Oh... a difference..." Michele shook her head, opening the unfrosted brownies.
Bonnie sighed, looking at the other dog.
"Not necessarily, I just haven't tried your brownies before." Alex shot her a half-smile.
Jesse nosed her ear, his tail thwumping the ground once.
Bonnie woofed, nuzzling the other dog.
Michele sighed... "So you think I'm a bad brownie maker?"
Alex shook his head, "I never said that. I just said that I'd-"
Jesse's tail wagged slowly, and he nuzzled Bonnie back.
"I was teasing, Alex." Michele smiled, handing him a brownie.
Bonnie's tail wagged back and forth, thunking.
Alex stuck his tongue out at her, taking the brownie, "Jeez... Had me worried and everything."
Jesse woofed softly, licking Bonnie's face.
Bonnie nuzzled him, making a contented noise.
Michele laughed. "Go me..."
Alex chuckled, "That makes me feel real loved." He teased, taking a bite of the brownie.
"Hey... I made you brownies..."
"Mmhmm... and it's good."
She nearly shivered at his tone. "Thanks..."
"You're welcome." He smiled, taking another bite of the brownie and watching Jesse nuzzle Bonnie, completely oblivious to the effect he'd had on Michele.
Michele opened the frosted brownies, licking off that which had gotten on her fingers.
Bonnie yawned, resting her head on her paws again.
Alex leaned against the tree, munching idly on his brownie, "So..."
Jesse rested his head on Bonnie's back, watching the humans.
"Age?"
"Twenty."
"Nineteen." Michele nibbled at her brownie, smiling. "Hmm..."
"Hmm?" He finished off his brownie, looking over at her.
She licked some frosting from her lip. "Are you from here? Originally or did you strike it out after high school?"
"We lived in the surrounding suburbia around St. Louis." He watched her tongue flick over her lip, biting his own.
"Neat." She smiled, pulling two bottles of water from her bag and offering him one.
He took it, releasing his lip and smiling back, "Yeah... You?"
"We moved a lot..." She shrugged, opening hers.
He nodded, "When did you move to the city?"
"Last year." She smiled, sipping her water. "I moved out."
"Ah... the proverbial spreading of ones wings..." He smiled, opening his water.
Michele laughed. "Yeah."
Alex took a drink of his water, "Was the club really that bad the other night?" He asked curiously.
She stilled. "Well... no... but... It was sort of odd...."
"Odd?"
"It was an interesting way of seeing my first naked male... I mean, there's Sex Ed but…” She blushed.
He blinked, "I was the first...?"
She covered her face with her hands. "Agh."
His lips quirked, "That bad, huh?"
"No... not bad... just..." She let herself fall backwards on the blanket, face flaming.
He set down his water bottle, leaning over her, "Just...?"
"Would you like to see your first naked woman in public?"
"Alright, you've got a point."
"I mean it!" Michele sighed, "I was all... Lord... that's weird looking... and then... well... interesting and beautiful at the same point! And... Agh."
His lips quirked, "You seem to be saying that a lot."
"Um... yeah." She bit her lip. "Sorry..."
He shook his head, sitting back up, "Don't be sorry, it's fine."
She pressed a hand to her tummy, swallowing.
Alex leaned back against the tree, "So..."
She sat up, pushing her hair back. "Um... I don't know?"
He glanced at her, "Neither do I."
Her lips quirked, "Sorry... my mind is..." She waved a hand.
He smiled slightly, "Is it now?"
"Your fault..."
"Oh?"
She nodded and Bonnie snorted in her sleep, rolling.
Jesse's jaw hit the earth and he sat up, shaking himself. "How is it my fault?"
"You made me think nude thoughts!" She blushed again.
"Ah... Sorry." His lips twitched, and he picked up his water.
"Be honest... you are not sorry..."
"I am. A little."
"Uh huh..." She rolled her eyes. "You must be used to it."
"Used to what?" He looked up into the trees branches, watching the sunlight stream through the leaves.
"Women thinking you're lovely..."
He shrugged, "Suppose. Wouldn't want to spend any time with them, though."
She tilted her head. "What do you mean?"
"They only come to the club for two things. Seeing us strip, and in some of their cases, getting us into bed." He sighed, "Those aren't the kind of women I'd want to spend time with."
She blinked. "Huh. That's... well... Hm."
His lips twitched into a half-smile, and he lowered his head to look at her. "Just 'hm'?"
"I'm sorry... you're lovely to look at... but I like talking to you." Michele sipped her water again.
He smiled, "Thanks, Michele."
She smiled back at him. "Alex?"
"Yeah?" He took a drink of his water, before setting the bottle down.
"Can I draw you?"
He blinked, "Um... Sure."
She blushed. "I mean... well... never mind." She moved, lying on her tummy to pet the dogs.
He stretched out on his side next to her, "You can if you want to. It's fine, I've just never been asked that." Excluding the time that Gia had drawn him as a stick figure.
She glanced at him. "I... well... I was wondering... never mind. It's too personal."
"Personal for me or you? If it's me... Look at my job. It's probably fine." He met her gaze, hazel eyes determined to make her ask.
"Both?" She bit her lip.
He sighed, rolling onto his stomach, "If it's that personal, then I guess you don't have to ask."
"No... I'm serious... Never mind. Pretend I didn't ask... I'm sorry." She thunked her head down against the blanket.
"Hey... Don't do that. You'll hurt yourself." He frowned, turning back onto his side to look at her.
"I should..." She sighed. "Why do I ask things like that? Well... not that I normally do... just embarrassing things and-"
"Michele, why don't you just ask?"
"It makes me sound like... like... I mean, "Alex... I just met you but I've seen you naked and am intrigued by your form... can I draw you nude?" sounds like... I'm a pervert!"
He shrugged, "Sure. Just... Not here."
She blinked, lifting her head. "What? Well... of course not here... I mean... God..."
His lips quirked, "If you'd just asked I would have said yes anyway."
"Really?" She blinked, sitting up a bit.
"Really." He smiled, looking up at her.
"Oh... Thanks."
"No problem." Alex sat up till he was at eye-level with Michele, his eyes flicking from hers to her lips.
She swallowed, looking at his fuller lower lip.
He leaned forward slightly, brushing his lips lightly across hers.
She stilled, swallowing as his lips brushed hers again before she tried to respond.
He nearly sighed in relief as her lips moved against his, and he raised a hand to cup the back of her neck.
Her tummy tightened and she placed a hand on his shoulder for support.
His lips moved gently against hers, and he swallowed, letting his eyes drift shut.
Slowly her lips parted and she leaned into the kiss.
His tongue eased into her mouth, his head tilting to the side.
She tried to meet his tongue with hers, very tentative.
His tongue brushed hers, and he blinked open his eyes. When this ended, someone had to kill him. It was too perfect. Not a practiced perfect, just... Perfect.
Heat pooled in her tummy and she blushed slightly as their tongues met again.
Alex slid his hand down from her neck to rest on her hip, his tongue exploring her mouth.
She shivered, her lashes fluttering down.
He pulled back a moment later, panting for breath.
She blinked at him. "I... I'm..."
He shook his head, "Don't apologize..." He swallowed, "That was..."
She swallowed, rather glad she'd worn her contacts instead of glasses. "Yeah..."
He took a shaky breath, "Mmhmm..."
She glanced down at the blanket, her eyes locking on something else entirely.
Alex followed her gaze, finally realizing that his pants felt like they'd shrunk at least one size. His neck flushed, "Sorry."
She blinked, tilting her head, not lifting her gaze. "You..."
He fought the urge to cover himself, an urge he hadn't felt in some time, "I?"
"That's... that's for me?" Michele bit her lip, fighting the urge to touch... and the urge to ask if he'd take his pants off so she could look closer.
He swallowed, "Yeah."
"It's big..."
"Mmhmm..." He bit his lip, shifting slightly on the blanket. He needed something very cold, or - Agh. No. One kiss was not an invitation for sex. Bad stripper.
She finally lifted her gaze to his. "All from one kiss?"
He nodded, wincing slightly as he shifted again.
"Sorry." She bit her lip.
Bonnie lifted her head, watching as Jesse suddenly decided to sniff her mistress in an... inappropriate place.
Alex frowned, pulling the dog away by his collar, "Jesse, you've got more manners than that."
Jesse woofed, tugging slightly at his collar.
Michele blushed, crossing her legs. "Um."
Alex pushed Jesse away, "Sorry."
"No... it's a dog thing..." Bonnie growled at Jesse, butting up against Michele. "He seemed to realize..."
Jesse whined softly, nudging Bonnie with his nose. "I'm still sorry. He should have known better..." Alex ran a hand through his hair.
Michele shrugged. "I was staring at you... we'll call it even..."
Bonnie nipped at his ear.
His lips quirked, "Alright."
Jesse nosed Bonnie apologetically.
Bonnie sighed, rolling onto her back.
Michele blushed. "I can't believe..." She glanced at the fly of his pants again.
He bit his lip, "Yeah..." He bit back the end of his sentence.
Jesse licked at Bonnie's stomach, nuzzling it.
Bonnie jumped, glaring at the other dog.
"What?" Michele blinked.
Jesse whined softly, lying down next to her.
"Never mind." Alex's neck flushed faintly.
"You're blushing..." Michele knelt, tracing a finger along the collar of his shirt.
Bonnie sighed, rolling and resting her head on Jesse's back.
Alex swallowed, looking at her with darkened hazel eyes, "Uh huh."
Jesse lifted his head, and licked at Bonnie's shoulder.
She pulled her hand back. "Sorry."
Alex caught her hand in his, "Don't be."
"But-" Oh... his hand was hot on hers.
He shook his head, pulling her to him. "You didn't do anything wrong." I'm just suffering from loads of hormones.
She shifted closer, reaching down to adjust her skirt. "Alright..."
"When did you want to draw me? And where?" He met her gaze, her hand small and warm in his.
"Well... when's good for you? I'm off today and tomorrow..." She licked her lips.
"I don't need to be at work until seven tonight, so I've got a bit of time." His voice was slightly husky, and he swallowed.
"Oh..." She cleared her throat. "Well... would you be more comfortable at your place or mine? And would you have to take Jesse back first?"
"Yours. Randy and James..." He shrugged, "I'd need to drop Jesse off before we went anywhere."
Michele smiled. "Do you feel like doing it now?"
"Sure." He smiled back, not willing to point out the innuendo in that question.
Michele smiled, kissing his cheek. "Thank you."
Alex smiled back, brushing his lips over hers and letting her hand go, "You're welcome." Standing might be an issue, he thought, biting back a groan. His pants were insanely tight, making movement almost impossible.
"Alex?"
"Yeah?"
"Um... weird... personal question..."
His lips quirked, "Oh?"
"Your... well... problem..." She blushed. "It hasn't gone away..."
"No, it hasn't." He glanced down at the large bulge, willing it to go away.
"Um... why not?"
"It hasn't... had the right inspiration?"
"Oh." She blushed again.
"Yeah." Alex struggled carefully to his feet, offering her a hand up.
"Thank you." She bit her lip. "Alex?"
"Yeah?" He pulled her up, and Jesse raised his head to look at them.
"Is there anything I can do to repay you? For... well, sort of for agreeing to pose but not? Cause... well... I'm horrid at words." She sighed, packing up the brownies.
Bonnie nipped at the other dog's ear, woofing.
Alex shrugged, "You don't need to repay me."
Jesse licked at Bonnie's face, standing and shaking himself thoroughly.
"I could make you brownies... and cocoa with little marshmallows..."
Bonnie sighed, rolling over.
Alex smiled, "It sounds good." He picked up the dog's leashes, turning to Jesse and Bonnie.
Bonnie growled at him, and Michele turned, gaping. "Bonnie!"
Jesse woofed, glaring up at Alex, "Jesse..." Alex sighed, "I'll change the leashes whether or not you bite me."
"But I'll guarantee you I will never let you see Bonnie again." Michele’s tone was stern.
Jesse whined, nudging Bonnie with his nose.
Alex quirked a brow at him, "Are you going to let me change the leash?"
The dog woofed.
Bonnie sat, pouting.
Alex made quick work of switching the leashes and untying the rope. "Okay."
Michele smiled. "Let me wad this up..." She set the brownies aside, stuffing the blanket into the bag before adding the brownies. "Thanks."
"No problem." He smiled back, glad his pants had returned to their normal state at the threat of being bitten.
She took the retractable leashes and rope, stuffing them into the bag as well. "Okay. Good to go."
"Okay." It took nearly twenty minutes to get out of the Circus after they had dropped Jesse off, and Bonnie was now pouting as she walked in front of Alex and Michele.
"Bonnie... don't bother. You'll see him again." Michele sighed.
Bonnie woofed, and Alex shook his head, "I think she's mad at us."
"Too bad." Michele glanced at him. "I think she is pregnant..."
"Why?" He asked, meeting her gaze as they walked.
She shrugged. "I don't know... I just..."
"Just do?" He smiled slightly.
"Yeah." She smiled at him.
They walked quietly until they reached Michele's apartment, and Alex blinked at the door next to the one Michele was unlocking. "Jason lives there..."
"Huh?" She glanced at him, and Bonnie pawed at the door.
He shook his head, "Nothing. Just... a coworker."
"Wow." She shrugged, unlocking the door. "People here aren't too friendly..."
“Recently, Jason would probably fit in." He shrugged as she opened the door and Bonnie ran in, pulling free of her mistress.
"Bonnie! Get back here!" She sighed. "Sorry... I cleaned this morning but..."
He shook his head, "Don't worry about it."
She smiled, stepping in and kicking off her shoes.
He stepped in after her, looking around at the small apartment. He toed off his shoes, watching Bonnie disappear into a partially open room.
"Arg. She'll be on my bed again." She glanced at him. "Make yourself comfy... I'll grab her..."
"Okay." His lips quirked as she moved towards her bedroom.
"Bonnie! NO!" The dog trotted out of the bedroom, a tiny pair of panties in her mouth.
"BONNIE!"
Alex shook his head, crouching next to the couch, "Hey Bonnie..." She moved over to him, her tail wagging smugly, "Can I borrow those?" She growled around the panties, and he sighed, "Please?" She dropped them in his hand, trotting back to the bedroom.
Michele stomped out of the bedroom, glaring at the dog. "Stupid mutt...."
Alex smiled slightly, standing, "Here." He offered her the panties.
She blushed, snatching them from his hand. "Thanks."
"You're welcome."
Bonnie sighed, jumping up on the couch.
"I... well... yeah." She shook her head. "How so you want to do this?"
He shrugged, "It's up to you. You're the artist." He shot her a smile.
"Hm... My bed will be more comfortable..." She bit her lip.
"Okay. Let's get this started then."
She swallowed. "Um... okay." Michele stepped towards the bedroom.
Alex followed her into the bedroom, his eyes fixing on the bed.
It was a simple double, the sheets cotton and a soft blue.
"Yeah... Um..." Michele looked at him, grabbing a sketchpad and a set of drawing pencils.
Alex smiled at her, pulling off his shirt. "Yeah."
She dropped the sketchbook. "Crud... I..."
He frowned slightly, "What?"
"N...nothing...." Her eyes locked on his chest.
He nodded slowly, his fingers freeing his belt easily.
"Do... you want me to look away?" God... oh Lord...
He shrugged, "If it makes you more comfortable, go ahead." He dropped the belt and t-shirt on the floor, his fingers manipulating the button on his jeans.
"I... well... you're the one getting... naked..." She swallowed, her face flushing.
The button popped free, and he started unzipping his fly. "I don't mind, Michele." Though he might end up developing a... problem, again.
She bit her lip. "I have a problem..."
"What kind?" He paused, hands hooking in his pants to push them down his hips.
"I..." Agh. Her voice had squeaked! "I can't seem to look away... and I should..."
"Ah." He pushed his pants down and off, taking his socks with them.
She blushed, finally jerking her gaze away. "I... I'll... be right back." She hurried from the bedroom.
Alex sat down on the bed, waiting patiently. He would have followed, but her apartment had a window, one that pointed to the street...
Several minutes later she returned, carrying a small stool. "I'm sorry..."
"It's alright." He offered her a smile. "What kind of position do you want me in?"
She blinked. "Just... something you're comfortable with..." God... oh God... He... Michele nearly whimpered.
Alex nodded stretching himself out on the bed, "This work?"
She nodded, sitting on the stool and picking up her pencils. "Can you lift an arm over your head? Yes... like that... and shift your hips a bit..."
He shifted his hips, exposing himself to her, "Like that?"
"Er... sure." She blinked. "Now... look at me." This room was way too hot... Way, way, way too hot...
He met her gaze, tempted to bite his lip. He'd never done anything like this before, and he nearly groaned as she licked her lips. Oh yeah... He was going to develop a problem if she kept that up.
She flipped to a clean page in her sketchbook, pulling out a pencil and studied him for a moment before she began to draw.
He swallowed, watching her tuck a lock of hair behind her ear. It was stuffy in the room, and a light sheen of sweat was breaking out across his skin.
"Alex?" She nibbled on the end of the pencil.
"Yeah?" He bit the inside of his cheek, trying not to imagine anything... less then appropriate.
"Would you like me to turn on the fan?"
"If you want. I'll live."
She smiled, walking to him and leaning over him to turn on the fan. "Excuse me... please don't move..."
He swallowed, catching a whiff of her scent. Dammit. He felt himself stir, and bit his cheek harder.
The fan clicked on and she leaned back, her loose clothing brushing against his chest. "There."
"Thanks." He swallowed, looking up at her.
She smiled at him, padding back over to her stool and picking up her pad again. Lifting her pencil, she looked him over. "Oh.... Alex... I told you not to move..."
"I didn't... Not intentionally."
"Well... it.... I..." She blushed. "Now I have to draw that all over again!"
"Sorry." He met her gaze, fighting the urge to bite his lip.
She shrugged. "It's fine." She flipped the pencil, erasing.
Alex watched her, a small sigh escaping him. Oops.
Her hair fell forward, and she began to draw again.
He licked his lips quickly, watching her brush it out of her face idly.
Michele sighed, chewing at her lip, her brow furrowed as she drew.
He tried not to shift, his gaze locked on her as she drew.
More than an hour later, she nodded. "Alright."
Alex sat up gladly, bringing a hand up to rub his eyes.
"Sorry..." She bit her lip, noting he was still hard.
He shook his head, "It's alright."
"Well... would you like to see?"
"Sure." He swung his legs out of bed.
She shook her head, standing before flopping she down next him. "Here."
He leaned towards her, looking at drawing. "Wow."
She shrugged. "It's..." One of the best things she'd ever drawn...
He smiled slightly, "It... just wow."
She looked at him. "I like the real thing better."
He swallowed, looking up and meeting her gaze.
She blushed. "Thank you, Alex."
"For what?" He licked his lips.
Michele frowned. "Everything..."
"Oh."
She poked his tummy, smiling. "Oh?"
His muscles tightened, and he caught her finger, "Oh."
She stilled, eyeing his hand on hers before meeting his gaze again.
He bit his lip, taking the sketchbook from her hands.
She watched him set it on the nightstand, her tummy clenching.
He rested his hand on her hip, leaning slightly towards her.
Michele licked her lips, tilting her head slightly.
He brushed his lips over hers, pulling her closer to him.
She shivered, brushing her lips back over his.
He pulled her lower lip into his mouth, teasing it with his tongue.
She whimpered, placing a hand on his bare chest.
His muscled tightened under her hand, and he let her lip go slowly.
"Alex..." Her voice was husky. "What are you doing to me...?"
He swallowed, "I don't know..." He met her gaze, his fingers teasing her skin through her skirt.
"Oh... me either..." She shivered, scooting closer to him.
He kissed the corner of her mouth, his arm slipping around her waist.
She turned her head, brushing her lips over his.
He shivered, moving his lips over hers. God... She was...
Michele's fingers kneaded his chest tentatively, heat pooling between her thighs.
Alex pulled her closer to him, a low groan escaping him as her finger brushed his nipple accidentally.
Her lips parted in a gasp at the noise.
He parted his own lips, deepening the kiss slowly.
Her fingers found his nipple again, tentatively stroking it.
He moaned softly, his eyes drifting shut.
Her tongue met his and she whimpered, shivering.
Alex brushed his tongue along hers, his hand tucking carefully into her shirt. He had to stop this soon. They hardly knew each other...
Michele jumped as a loud knock came at her door.
Alex pulled away from her, blinking open his eyes.
She panted, pushing her hair back. "I..."
Alex let his hand fall out of her shirt, taking in a large breath, "I -" The knock came again, "Um... one of us should get that..."
She sighed. "You get dressed, okay?" She stood, hearing Bonnie start to bark.
He nodded, watching her leave the room and beginning to tug on his clothes.
Michele tugged open the door, smoothing her hair. "Hello?"
Jason blinked, words leaving him as he caught the smells in the apartment. Arousal, sweat, dog, the woman in front of him, and the most confusing, Alex. "Um... Hi."
"May I help you?"
Jason blinked again, looking at Michele, "Yeah. Can I use your bathroom? Mine needs repairing and... Alex!"
Alex came out of the bedroom and froze. "Jason! What are you doing here?"
"I live next door, you idiot. I need to pee, and my bathroom's dead." Jason grinned, looking between Michele and Alex, "So this is your girl?"
Michele blushed, ducking her head.
Alex shut his eyes, shaking his head, "Not unless she wants to be."
Jason nodded, "Ah... one of those..." He smiled widely, offering Michele his hand. "Jason Schuyler."
She eyed it warily before taking the roughened palm. "Michele Reeves." She glanced at Alex. "Unless I want to be? After-"
Bonnie hopped down from the couch, coming to sniff Jason.
Jason looked down at Bonnie, crouching and offering her a hand, "Hey girl... Oh... You've been around Jesse. And..." He grinned, "He got you pregnant. Hmm... I should talk to him about his manners..."
Michele blinked, trying to think.
Bonnie yipped happily at Jesse's name, turning an excited circle before licking Jason's face.
Jason laughed, pushing her down, "Alright, maybe I won't talk to him about his manners." Jason stood, "So, bathroom?"
Alex looked over at Michele, shrugging.
"Um... Let.... let me take care of... some things... then... of course you can use it..." She hurried into a door next to her bedroom.
Jason grinned, stepping inside and shutting the door. "Whatcha doin' here, Alex?"
Alex shrugged, "Walking Michele home." He was not going to mention posing naked or... anything else.
"Huh. Walking her home? You seem to have been here for awhile, judging by the smell."
"Watch it, Wolfie. Your nose is going to get you in trouble." Alex shook his head, an unwilling grin tugging at his lips.
"Yeah, well... Whatever. It hasn't yet."
"Alright..." Michele emerged, carrying a clothes hamper over flowing with clothes. A pair of panties fell... and were promptly offered to Alex by Bonnie.
Alex took it, thanking Bonnie with a nod and clasping his hands and the panties behind his back.
Jason smiled widely, "Walking her home?" He repeated, looking pointedly at Alex.
Alex sighed, "Go into the bathroom, Jason, and take care of your business."
Michele blushed as Jason swaggered into her bathroom. "Oh Lord..."
Bonnie sat, panting as if she expected a treat.
Alex set the panties on top of the other clothes, "Oops?"
"Alex... what did you mean?"
"Mean?" Alex frowned slightly.
"You said something about me not being your girl unless I wanted to be..."
"Oh. I didn't want to force anything on you or anything. And I didn't know if -"
Michele frowned. "Well... what do you want?"
"I'd like to... explore a relationship?" He bit his lip, meeting her eyes.
She smiled, setting down the hamper, "I'd like that."
He smiled back, blinking as singing was heard from the bathroom, followed by the toilet flushing.
"Alex has a girlfriend..." Jason sang merrily, beginning to wash his hands. "Alex and Michele, sittin' in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-"
"Jason, shut up!" Alex called.
Michele blushed as Jason came out of the bathroom, drying his hands on his shirt. "You know... you don't even know me... that's not nice..."
Bonnie rolled her eyes, climbing back onto the couch.
"G." Jason finished, grinning, "Besides, I'm just teasing."
She put her hands on her hips. "Uh huh. By the way, your fly's unzipped."
Jason shrugged, doing it up, "I do that for a living. Well... Unzipping it." He smiled, "I'll just let you two lovebirds flutter off back to your cage... Though I wouldn't suggest -"
"Jason, shut up." Alex groaned, shaking his head.
Michele blushed. "It was... interesting meeting you, Mr. Schuyler."
"Jason, not Mr. Schuyler. Makes me feel old." Jason grinned, moving towards the front door. "Thanks for letting me use the bathroom. I'll ask the other neighbors next time."
Michele shook her head. "No... you can use mine... I just..." Oh. Alex didn't like that offer.
Alex had stiffened slightly and Jason smiled knowingly, "Nah. See you around. And I'll see you at seven, Alex. Could just hitch a ride with me tonight." He watched the other stripper shake his head, "Aw, your loss."
"Goodbye Jason..." Michele shut the door behind him, looking at Alex.
Alex met her gaze, tucking his hands in his pockets.
"He's... um..."
"Loud?" Alex's lips quirked.
"Weird." She smiled at him.
He smiled back, "Very. He's been... not so happy for the past year or so, so this is definitely a good switch."
She frowned. "That's sad..."
He nodded, "He started being ass-ish after he and Aahz broke up last year. I'm pretty sure he was just jealous because Aahz moved on, and he couldn't. He's straightening himself out now, or so it seems. Somebody must have given him a reality check."
She shrugged. "So you liked the picture?"
"Yeah. It was really good."
She blushed, biting her lip. "Thanks, Alex."
He shrugged, smiling, "You're welcome."
"I like drawing you..."
His neck flushed faintly, "I like posing for you."
"Can we do it again?"
"Now?"
She shrugged. "When you feel like it."
"Okay." He stepped toward her, "Jason provided the music to our officiality, but I don't personally think that was a complete celebration."
Michele blinked at him. "Celebration?"
"Not necessarily celebration, but I thought it was a good excuse to kiss you again." His lips quirked.
She smiled. "Sounds good to me..."
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