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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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Jean-Claude slipped into the study, smiling as he found Aahz curled up in one of the larger chairs with a book in her lap, "Bonjour, Ma Joli."

She smiled up at him. "Hey."

He made his way across the room, glancing at the book in her lap, "Which book is it today?"

Aahz pushed her hair back. "Guess."

He glanced around the shelves, noting an empty space between several romance novels, and 'The Iliad', "Perhaps the one that belongs there?" He gestured to the spot, his lips quirking.

"Er... maybe. Or that could be one of the books you always leave on the coffee table." She teased, looking him over.

He leaned against the arm of her chair, eyes dancing with mirth, "Both are probable, non?"

"Mm. Or... this could be a book I just bought."

He tsked, smiling slightly, "With-holding information, Ma Joli? I am shocked."

"Are you?" She held up the book, showing him Grimm’s Fairy Tales.

He quirked a brow, waiting for her to set the book down again before brushing his lips over hers, "Interesting choice."

"Mm. I've decided to read this entire library." Her lips quirked as she tugged at his shirt.

He stood, "Perhaps I should let you read then..." He said; his voice laced with amusement.

"No! Er... well..." She blushed. "I don't..."

He smiled, turning back to her, "Non? I shall stay, if you would prefer." He quirked a brow, watching her face flush.

She smiled. "That'd be good."

He sat in the large, over-stuffed chair next to hers, picking up a book he'd left on the arm. "Then I shall stay."

Aahz bit her lip, glancing at him as she began to read again.

He opened the book, catching her glance and quirking a brow.

She laughed under her breath, turning the page only to discover she hadn't read a word.

He looked down at the book, and was for all appearances, reading.

She sighed, shifting in her seat. Arg. Evil... distracting... sexy... vampire.... She bit her lip, forcing herself to concentrate. HA! That word! It was 'the'!

He turned a page, speaking despite the fact that he had not looked up from his book. "Have you heard from our dear friends at Harlequin, Ma Joli?"

She jumped, dropping the thick, leather bound book. "Huh?"

He looked up from his book, a smile tugging at his lips as he repeated the question.

"Oh... um... yeah." She sighed, bending to fetch her book as she explained the telephone conversation.

He nodded, looking back down at the pages in front of him, "When is your book to be printed?" He looked up at her, "I hope to get an autographed copy."

She laughed. "Well... they said maybe January... there's editing and such... and I don't know... why do you deserve my autograph?"

His lips quirked, "Shall I feed the beast for a week before I deserve it, Ma Joli?"

"Nah. He's on the couch, sulking." She sighed. "He's seen Bonnie twice... and whoosh. Horn dog. He's NEVER been like this."

He chuckled, "Indeed."

She shivered. "That's cheating..."

"Is it?" He raised a brow, smiling.

"The sexy laugh? Yeah."

He shut his book, "How am I to earn an autographed copy, then?"

"Don't know..." She shrugged, "You'll think of something..."

"Oui, eventually." He opened the book again, pale hands contrasting harshly with the black cover.

Aahz flounced backwards in her chair, struggling not to smile or pout. Silly vampire.

It was nearly twenty minutes later when Jean-Claude set aside his book. "Zane has requested to be moved from Guilty Pleasures to Danse Macabre."

"What?" She blinked. "No... he can't. Robert's quitting."

Jean-Claude sighed, "Oui, it seems we are to lose both in under a Month." He ran a hand through his hair, "We must hire, or we will be short at least one stripper."

"Can Zane stay until we find someone?" She bit her lip, refusing the urge to pace.

"I will speak with him tonight, Ma Joli."

She nodded, chewing absently at her lip. "Do you think Forrest would know anyone?"

He shrugged, "He may. Nathaniel and Jason's links to the Pard and Pack could also prove useful."

"Yeah." She shook her head, padding over to the little fridge the kept under the desk as her tummy grumbled.

He leaned back in the chair, shutting his eyes, "If I did not know better, I would think that Zane and Robert had planned this."

She shut the fridge, ignoring her stomach as she moved behind him. "No... they wouldn't..." Aahz placed her hands on his shoulders, starting to knead gently.

He opened his eyes to look up at her. It was moments like this that he appreciated her love more than ever. "They have excellent timing, however, non?"

"Mm. Could have been worse..." She leaned down, kissing his temple as she continued the massage.

He nearly hissed as she hit a knot, "Oui, I suppose it could have." He shifted under her fingers, trying to ease the sharp pain the knot was causing.

"Shh... just relax." She lightened up with her touch and in moments the knot had faded. "Better?"

He rested his head against the back of the chair, "Better."

"Mm. Good." She kissed his temple again, smelling his hair. "You used my shampoo..."

He smiled faintly, "Oui."

She continued kneading for a moment, then stilled. "If you want, you can go lay on the bed... I'll be able to do this better..."

He nodded, standing slowly. "Lead the way, Ma Joli."

She smiled, flicking off the light as they left the room. "So... Asher's leaving soon... right?"

"Oui. I am debating upon sending Jason with him. The pup's moods have improved over the past days, but I am afraid it will not last."

"And then we'll be down another stripper..." She chewed at her lip. "You're right though..." She opened the door to the bedroom, glancing at Jesse who was still moping on the couch.

"It will only be a week or more, and we could double Forrest's and Alex's sets. They have been requested several more times in the past month." He took her hand in his, "The trip away may be good for both Jason and Mon Ami.”

"Mm." She glanced at him. "The shirt'll have to go if you want a massage."

He let go of her hand with a small sigh, his lips twitching as his fingers began to deftly unbutton his shirt.

"What was the sigh for?" She quirked a brow as she grabbed her lotion.

He slid out of the shirt, draping it across the foot of the bed, "Merely contemplating on how you ever became so demanding." He answered, his voice light and teasing.

Aahz blinked. "I'm not demanding... am I?"

"Non, Ma Joli. I was teasing." He shook his head slightly.

"Oh." She bit her lip. "Please lay down."

He stretched out on the bed, his cheek pressing into the pillow.

She sat on the bed next to him, pouring some of the lotion into her hands and warming it. "Where does it hurt?"

He sat up slightly, reaching a hand around to her back to point out the worst areas.

"Mmkay." She smiled. "I'll try and help. Tell me when you want it harder or softer, okay?"

His lips twitched as he lay back down, "Oui."

She bit her lip, starting to massage the small of his back, working out the knots there.

"Merde!" His back arched slightly away from her as she hit a knot that was worse than the rest.

She jerked her hands away. "I... sorry."

He shook his head, shifting on the bed, "It is fine, Ma Joli. It was merely... painful."

"I... I should just rub in the lotion... I don't want to hurt you." She bit her lip.

He rolled onto his side, facing her, "Ma Joli, I am fine, I assure you. The knot needs to come out, non?"

She swallowed. "Just tell me to stop when I am hurting you... I didn't realize until you were all shit..."

He chuckled softly, leaning up to brush a kiss over her lips, "Je t'aime, Ma Joli."

Aahz blinked. "Not... *Shit* shit... just... the curse... but... French." She sighed. "I love you too."

He settled himself back down on his stomach, smiling slightly.

She leaned over him, shifting so that she was kneeling. Careful to keep her touch gentle, she worked out the knot.

He managed to keep still, though his body was yelling at him to move away from the sharp pain in his lower back.

The stupid knot finally relaxed and she began to move up into his shoulders.

His eyes closed under the warm, gentle pressure of her fingers.

She shivered as he moaned, happy that the knots were gone. "Better?"

"Mm... oui. Merci, Ma Joli." He turned his head, smiling at her from over his shoulder.

"No problem... sorry it hurt..." She leaned down, kissing his shoulder.

He shook his head slightly, rolling back onto his side. "Do not apologize if it was necessary, Ma Joli."

"Mm. Still. It wasn't even 'oh... baby... do that again' hurting..." She sighed, meeting his gaze.

He pulled her down to lie next to him, "Non, those come later..."

She blinked, biting her lip as she snuggled against him. "When's later?"

He smiled, "Whenever you wish it to be."

"Is now good?"

"Mm..." He brushed his lips over hers, "I will need to feed…”

She nodded. "I know."

His lips trailed down to her neck, "Perhaps somewhere new?" His mind flicked to the publishers question.

She shivered. "Where?"

He shrugged, kissing her pulse, "Anywhere that is most comfortable for you, Ma Joli."

"Jean-Claude... I don't know where you can bite..."

He gave her the complete list between kisses, ending when he reached the hollow of her throat.

She shivered. "Well... Inner thigh... not... really good. Walking later... um... Wrist is... bad already... elbow, not so good..."

"That leaves one option, Ma Joli." He smiled slightly, continuing down until his lips found her shirt.

Her breathing hitched, and she rested her head against the pillow. "I... should take off my shirt... and... and..."

"And?" He quirked a brow, looking up at her.

"Well... bra... if..." Dear Lord. She was blushing.

He raised a hand, trailing his finger over her blush, "If?"

"That's where you... wanted..." She swallowed.

He smiled, moving to brush a kiss over her lips. "Wanted?" He prompted softly.

"Can't you fill in a blank?" She pouted a bit, shifting as she reached up to touch his curls.

He smiled, "No." He teased her bottom lip with both of his, slipping an arm around her waist to pull her closer.

She whimpered, pressing into him.

He parted her lips with his, holding her to him.

Aahz slid her hand into his hair as she met his tongue with hers.

He tilted his head to the side, deepening the kiss further.

She slid her free hand down his chest, teasing the waistband of his pants.

His muscles bunched and he pulled back, taking in her attire, "I hardly think this fair, Ma Joli." He tsked again, pulling gently at the hem of her shirt.

"Hey... I said I'd have to take-"

He shot her a mischievous smile, and tugged the shirt off of her, "Oui, but I could not resist the temptation of lending a helping hand."

She fell back against the pillows, poking him. "Mm. Brat."

He tossed her shirt down on top of his, leaning over her, "Possibly."

She shivered. "Not possibly..."

He quirked a brow in a silent question, brushing his lips over the swell of her breast.

Aahz shivered, nodding. "Go ahead..."

He slid a hand around behind her, unhooking her bra. It was possible with the dratted confection on, however it was far simpler with it off.

She bit her lip as he pulled it free, her nipples tightening in anticipation.

He brushed his lips over her nipple, teasing it with his tongue.

She whimpered, pressing against his mouth.

He pulled it into his mouth, teasing it a moment before letting go, moving his lips over her breast in search of a sufficient vein.

She laughed. "Sorry... tickles. Good now."

He shook his head, smiling slightly, "Are you ready, Ma Joli?"

"Mmhm." She smiled at him, stroking his hair back from his face.

He found a vein, and wished fleetingly that he could roll her under before biting down.

She cried out, as this was different that the neck. He was at the top of her breast, just outside of the colored areola around her nipple.

His eyes shut, and he rested a hand on her stomach reassuringly as he swallowed. She tasted of love, lust, anxiety...

She cupped the back of his head, biting her lip as he pulled on the bite, drinking her down.

He pulled back a moment later, licking the wounds closed, "Merci, Ma Joli."

She shivered, looking down at him. "Already?"

"I did not wish to take too much. It is far easier to do so there rather than the neck." He smiled slightly, kissing the corner of her mouth.

She licked her lips. "Ah. Didn't realize... that was..."

He raised a hand to cup her breast, quirking a brow, "That was...?"

Aahz pressed into his hand. "Different... not bad... just... felt different..."

"Mm... Oui." He teased her nipple with his thumb.

A whimper rose in her throat and she swallowed, running a hand over his skin.

His muscles tightened under her touch, and he leaned forward, capturing her lips with his.

She tasted her own blood on his lips, well used to the taste by now. It didn't bother her; it was just a part of being with him. She parted her lips, allowing him access to the depths of her mouth.

He slipped his tongue into her mouth, moving his arm back around her waist and pulling her back up against him.

She whimpered, hooking a leg over his hip.

He slid his hand over her bum and down her thigh, hooking her leg more securely over him.

She nipped his lower lip as she pulled back to gasp for air. "Evil... evil clothes..."

Jean-Claude trailed his mouth down her jaw, pressing his hardening member against her. "Oui..."

Her breath hitch, and she swallowed, licking her lips. "Can we... off?"

His fingers moved to her fly, already opening the button, "Oui, it would seem to be the best course of action..." He slid down the zipper slowly.

She looked down at him, pouting slightly. "I don't understand how you can maintain the full use of your vocabulary when-"

He brushed his lips over hers, "It is temporary, Ma Joli, I assure you." He pushed her pants down her hips.

She lifted her hips, helping him as she pushed his hair back. "Okay..."

He tossed the pants off towards the end of the bed, sliding his hands down her legs.

She shivered. "You're lucky I shaved..."

He smiled slightly, moving a hand back up her leg to brush along her inner thighs, "Oh?"

"Uh huh..." She bit her lip, her legs parting slightly.

His fingers slid down her folds through the panties he had left on her, "I would not have cared either way, Ma Joli."

"It's... icky... not to..." She bit back a moan. Lord...

His fingers hooked into her panties, tugging them down her hips. "Indeed."

"But..." She swallowed. "You just said..."

He parted her folds with a finger, "Said?"

She whimpered. "I... you wouldn't... care if... I hadn't."

"Oui, and I would not." He found her clitoris, stroking it gently.

She cried out, trying to press against his hand. "But..."

He shook his head, brushing his lips over hers and sliding his finger back to tease her entrance.

"Oh..." Aahz shifted, pressing up with her hips.

He slid his finger into her, trailing his lips over her jaw.

She slid a hand down his chest, her eyes sliding shut.

He moved his finger inside her, adding a second a moment later.

Her fingers found the pale nub of his nipple, teasing it as she rode his hand.

His nipple tightened under the attentions of her hand and he swallowed, brushing her clitoris with his thumb.

She cried out, her eyes shooting open. "Jean-Claude..."

"Oui?" He pressed gently on the nub, his fingers continuing to move inside her.

She bit her lip, tweaking his nipple. "Not fair..."

He pressed against her hand, crooking his fingers inside her. "Perhaps..."

She cried out, starting to tighten around his fingers as she shook her head against the pillow.

He pressed her clit again, moving his fingers slightly faster. "Let go, Ma Joli... You are close..." His voice was soft as he whispered in her ear, breath tickling the fine hairs at the base of her neck.

She shook her head again, but he pushed her over the edge anyway, and she nearly screamed.

Jean-Claude pulled his fingers out of her as her climax faded, resting his hand on her hip and meeting her gaze.

She licked her lips, panting. Arg. Not fair...

His lips quirked, and he kissed her protruding bottom lip, "Je t'aime."

"I... wanted you to-"

"I know." He smiled slightly, wrapping an arm around her waist.

"Brat."

"Perhaps."

"Definitely." She nipped at his jaw. "And you're still mostly dressed. And you distracted me from the shaving question."

He chuckled softly, tilting his head for her, "Oui."

"Care to answer it?" She nibbled down his throat, licking here and there.

He swallowed, arm tightening around her waist. "What was the question?"

"I said not shaving was icky... you seemed to agree... yet you also said you wouldn't care..." She shifted, kissing up to the soft spot behind his ear.

"That is not a question, Ma Joli..." He commented, shivering pleasantly.

She growled, nipping him. "Please answer?"

"You must ask a question first."

Aahz flopped back against the bed, squeezing her eyes shut as she counted to ten in English, Spanish, and French.

He slid his hand around to rest on her stomach, "I suppose I would agree, empathetically, that it would be displeasing to you. It would not, however, trouble me in the slightest." He brushed a lock of hair away from her face with the pad of his thumb, "Does that answer your unasked question, Ma Joli?"

"Why wouldn't it trouble you?" She opened her eyes, the violet darkened by things other than just passion.

"You will always be perfect in my eyes, Ma Joli. You need not alter yourself for anything."

Aahz swallowed. "I was trying to be cranky, you know? Then you go and say something like that and it's all melt-y."

He smiled slightly, kissing the corner of her mouth, "Je t'aime."

"Mm. I love you too." She smiled, sliding a hand down to cup his hardness through his pants.

"Mon Dieu..." He moaned, pressing into her hand, "Ma Joli..."

"Jean-Claude..." Her tone was teasing, her eyes mischievous.

He shut his eyes, "Ma Joli..." His hand slid up to cup her breast, his thumb finding her nipple.

"Isn't it my turn?" She nipped his jaw again, lips quirking.

He blinked open his eyes, "Oui, but I never promised to follow the rules." His lips twitched into a slight smirk, and he turned his head, brushing his lips over hers.

She traced his member through his pants. "Please?"

He groaned, rolling onto his back. "Oui..."

"Oui?" She kneeled, brushing her mouth over his.

He returned the gentle kiss, "Oui."

She kissed down his throat, her touches faint, teasing, and barely there.

He nearly whimpered, "Ma Joli... Mon Dieu..."

She smiled, tracing his collarbone with her mouth, otherwise ignoring his words.

He shivered, resting his hands on her hips.

She slid a leg between his, continuing down his chest.

Jean-Claude shut his eyes, back arching slightly as her mouth found his nipple.

She laved at the tightening nub, scraping her teeth over it as her hair fell forward.

He moaned, blinking open his eyes and sliding a hand into her curtain of curls.

She pulled the nub into her mouth for a moment, then moved to the other nipple, giving it the same treatment.

He pressed up against her, "Ma Joli..."

Aahz ignored him, continuing down his chest and across his stomach, tonguing his navel and nipping the skin just above it.

He shifted beneath her, sliding a hand down her back. Mon Dieu... He would go mad if she kept this up.

Her hands found him again through his pants, teasing something horrid.

He cried out, pressing into her hands, "Ma Joli..."

She smiled, tracing him. "You're... very hard..."

His hips dropped back onto the bed, and he nodded shakily, "Oui..."

"Hm... how'd you get that way? One would think you were being teased or something..." She smiled, undoing the top button.

A soft, barely audible whimper escaped him, "Perhaps I was..."

"Uh huh..." Her hands abandoned his fly, sliding down his thighs.

His eyes shut, and he bit back a groan. She was a tease. A horrible, mischievous, absolutely stunning, tease.

She nipped the spot just above the undone button on his pants, her hands kneading his upper and inner thighs before she finished undoing his pants.

He let out a small sigh of relief as the pressure released.

"Look at me?" Her voice was soft as she tugged his pants down and off, noting he was bare beneath.

His passion clouded gaze met her clearer one, and he quirked a brow.

She smiled, nipping at his hipbone.

"Ma Joli... please..." He pleaded softly, the words sounding slightly odd on his tongue.

She blinked, licking her lips. "Please what? Tell me what you want?"

"You..." He pushed himself up onto his elbows, then into a sitting position.

Aahz sat back on her heels, biting her lips as a sudden and odd shyness took hold.

He moved towards her, his hands coming to rest on her hips again.

She swallowed. "I didn't mean to tease so badly-"

"Non... This is the effect you have normally." He smiled slightly, brushing his lips over hers.

"Oh." She brushed her lips back over his, wrapping her arms around him.

He nipped carefully at her lower lip, "Oui."

She shivered. "Please... I-"

He eased her onto her back, kissing a trail down her jaw, "Please?"

"I want you." She swallowed, meeting his gaze.

He slid a hand down her side, slipping a knee between hers. "Je t'aime."

"I love you too." Aahz bit her lip, spreading her legs for him, her tummy tightening.

He pressed against her entrance, quirking a brow at her as if to ask if she was ready.

She slid a hand over his chest. "Please... I feel ready to shatter if you don't..."

He pushed into her, a long moan slipping from his throat.

She whimpered, holding him to her.

"Ma Joli..." He leaned down, brushing his lips over hers as he started to move his hips.

She slid a hand into his hair, brushing her lips back over his as they started an ancient rhythm.

He moved a hand down to where they were joined, his fingers finding her sensitive nub. He was close already from her teasing, but he would bring her first.

She moaned, her hips jerking slightly as she kissed along his jaw.

He tilted his hips as he thrust, stroking her clitoris in time with their rhythm.

"Dios..." Her eyes locked with his, unable to believe how close she was right now.

He thrust hard into her, capturing her lips with his.

She cried out, coming just that quickly.

She clenched hard around him and he came, his back arching as he moaned.

She felt his seed spread within her as she came down, sighing in pleasure. "Mm. Te amo..."

He smiled slowly, kissing her jaw. "Je t'aime aussi."

Aahz licked her lips, stroking his back. "Mm... French."

He chuckled softly, "Mm... oui."

"Me liking your French is funny?"

"Non," He shook his head, pulling out of her, "No more than I enjoying your Spanish."

"¿Usted tiene gusto de mi mal español?" She blinked. (You like my bad Spanish?)

He smiled, laying down next to her, "Oui, Ma Joli. J'aime votre espagnol, n'importe comment le mauvais vous lui sont convaincus qu'est." (Yes, Ma Joli, I like your Spanish, no matter how bad you are convinced it is.)

"What about my English?" She turned, resting her head on his chest.

He wrapped his arms around her, "It is a part of you, non?"

"Mmhm."

"Then why should I not love it?"

She laughed softly. "You, Mon Amante... are a romantic."

"Oui, I shall not deny it." He smiled down at her.

"Good..." She snuggled into him as the bed dipped with the sudden addition of weight. "Aroo?"

Jean-Claude sighed, looking over at the red beast that had stolen half the bed. "Ma Joli, I think he is finished moping, if at least for the moment."

Aahz laughed. "Mmhm." A wet nose touched her back and she jumped. "Jesse!"

Jesse woofed, licking Aahz's back.

She sighed. "Dog..."

He woofed again, hopping off the bed and trotting out of the open door.

Jean-Claude watched the dog go, shaking his head, "Ma Joli, your beast is odd."

"I'm odd." she smiled. "He's... more."

He leaned over her slightly, brushing a kiss over her lips, "Have we time for a shower before we must arrive at the club?"

"We'd better. I'm not having Forrest teasing me again." She rolled her eyes. "You know how he is. Tries to act like my brother. Along with Alex and Nathaniel. It's nutty."

Jean-Claude smiled, "Ma Joli, I was under the impression they were succeeding."

"Mm." She sat up. "Well... let's get clean."

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Anndy bit back a yawn, sitting down at the kitchen table with a folder and her coffee cup. She flipped open the folder, sighing. Why was George suddenly giving her the crap stories? Honestly, what did cream corn shortages have to do with anything?

Edward sighed, rubbing his neck as he sat down. "Sin?"

Anndy looked up, shutting the folder with a relieved smile. "Yeah?"

He sighed again. "You're going to kill me."

Her smile was almost instantly replaced with a frown. "Why?"

"You recall the diapers I bought earlier?"

"Yeah. What about them? I'm not going to kill you over diapers."

"No... you'll kill me over what happened in the store." He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck.

Anndy quirked a brow, "Another clerk grabbed your ass?"

"No." He bit his tongue, then began to explain.

She leaned back in her chair as he finished, fiddling with her old, beginning-to-get-tarnished silver ring.

"Marcus James was the name on the ID... I'm running a check tomorrow."

She looked down at her hands, twirling the ring between her fingers, "When we agreed you needed a job, Death, I hadn't thought we'd meant another shot at the old one."

"Anndy..." He took a deep breath. "I wasn't going to get messed up in this. I was trying to keep you and the kids safe. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to call Jean-Claude and see if he knows what's going on." Edward stood, trying not to feel hurt that she'd thought he'd sought this out.

She stood with him, biting her lip, "That's not what I meant. Not really." She sighed, slipping the ring back on. "You've been getting restless. It's pretty obvious to anyone who looks." She shook her head, sitting back down in her chair, "I'll talk to you when you get done on the phone."

"Fine." He went into the bedroom, intending to use the phone there. Damn it! Of course he was! Did she expect him to just be able to flip a fucking switch?! He glared at the job applications she'd set onto his nightstand, aching to toss them across the room. Instead, in very controlled, civilized motions, he moved them to hers. Fine.

Anndy bit down hard on a knuckle, wincing as pain seared through her finger. Alright, she wasn't dreaming. Dammit. A dream would have been preferable to this. He... She sighed. This was the opportunity he needed, she supposed. He didn't want to kill Belle Morte, he'd said so himself. But Marcus James? She shut her eyes. It was his choice. If he chose to go after the man that had threatened his daughter, then she wouldn't blame him.

Damn it. Edward flopped down onto the bed, fisting his hands. If he hadn't said anything about Marcus James... and him wanting to... Anndy would have demanded he do something. She would have. So what the hell was...? ARG! He screamed in his head. No. He loved three things in this world, and no matter how frustrating... he'd do anything for them, anything to protect them. Damn it, Nathaniel, Ari, and Anndy were HIS.

She shook her head. Fuck it. She wasn't waiting until he was off the phone. By the sounds of it, he wasn't on it yet anyway. She stood, making her way to the bedroom. "Death?"

"What?" His tone was curt, cold, and biting.

Her jaw clenched, "I came in here to apologize for acting... like I was. I don't particularly like the fact that we both agreed after last year that we'd stop, and now this. It wasn't particularly hard for me, I only ever did the one job. And I understand it'd be harder for you. You've spent most of your life doing this, and it's hard to go from that to something completely different." She took a breath, trying to keep her voice soft so as to not wake the spawn, "It's your choice to take this or not, though I'd definitely suggest talking with JC. Whatever you decide, you've got my support."

"Damn it!" He sat up. "Sin, the only reason I listened to that asshole is he threatened my family!"

"I know that!" Her voice was escalating to match his, "I just don't want to be telling this story to Nate and Ari when their ten! I'm completely with you on going out there and kicking some serious ass on this guy, but-"

"Oh of course." A muscle in his jaw ticked. "Can't let them know their father is a murderer."

She shook her head, turning away from him, "I never said that, and you know that's not what I meant."

"It is that though... over all." He swallowed, his tone quiet now, calm.

She sighed, resting her head against the doorjamb. "I don't know, Death... Do you ever remember trying to be perfect for someone?"

He stilled and nodded before sighing as he realized she couldn’t see it. "Yes."

She turned to face him, "That's what I want for Ari and Nate. I don't want them to see us angry, or..." She sighed, "It's impractical, but the image has always been there. The whole perfect love thing. Our love may not be perfect, but it's there, and always will be. Unless something drastic changes."

Edward moved forward, tugging her to him, swallowing. "I didn't know what to do, Sin."

She wrapped her arms around him, unable to stop a small smile, "Call JC, for one. Then research this Marcus James guy, find out who he is, and we'll go from there."

"He started to say... Ari. I-"

"I know, Death." She pulled back slightly to look at him. "What do you want to do about him? Anything in mind?"

He swallowed. "You pick." No doubt he'd say the wrong thing and lose her to anger again.

She bit her lip, brow furrowing slightly. "He threatened my daughter, or nearly did. That's enough to land him in heaps of..." She sighed, "I want you to do what you think is right, not what I think is."

"Sin... I'd like to kill him for even daring to think Ari's name... but I won't. Not unless you tell me to."

"Edward..." She bit back another sigh, "Just do what you think is right. I'll support your decision."

Edward bit his lip before kissing the corner of her mouth. "I love you, Sin." It was settled. Marcus James was going to die.
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Romantic Executions: Continued