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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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Forrest sighed, slumping into the corner of the couch. He'd been forced to listen to every country CD that Misty and Melissa owned between them. Honestly, several of the songs weren't bad, though he hadn't told either of them that.

Misty sighed, leaning against the wall as she heard Mel's tummy rumble. She bit her lower lip, looking at her younger sister. "Mel... you should have told me you were hungry..."

"I'm not that hungry." Melissa yawned, leaning on the wall next to her sister.

Misty poked her. "Liar. I heard that belly rumble... bet Forrest did too... all the way over there..."

Forrest's lips quirked, "You've been caught, kid. You're hungry."

Melissa stuck her tongue out at them, "Am not!"

"Are you going to make me force feed you chocolate fudge cake?"

"Depends, is that what we're having?" Melissa grinned.

Misty scowled. "I don't know yet." Huh... did she even have food? She really needed to go shopping...

Forrest stood slowly, a random country song stuck in his head, "Why don't you check, then?"

Misty stuck her tongue out at him. "Fine." She turned, flouncing into the kitchen.

He rolled his eyes, "That's mature."

Melissa let out a long-suffering sigh, grinning slightly, "Isn't she, though?"

Misty stuck her head out of the kitchen. "Excuse me? Bums. Get in here if you want to help search the cupboards."

Melissa shook her head, following Misty into the kitchen, "Fine, fine..."

Forrest chuckled softly, moving into the kitchen after Melissa.

Misty eyed the cupboard over the stove and grabbed a stool before climbing up. Hmm... She opened it... and jumped back as a spider fell out... only there was nothing beneath her feet. Air.

Forrest cursed, pushing past Melissa and caught Misty before she hit the ground. He had to take a step backwards to keep his footing, and pulled her with him.

She gasped, leaning back against him. "Um. Oops. Need to clean that..."

He wrapped his arms around her waist, taking slow breaths to relieve the adrenaline in his system, "Holy fucking shit..."

Melissa blinked. Wow...

Misty closed her eyes for a second. "Sorry. I'm... afraid of spiders. Hate them, really... and it was just there..."

Forrest rested his head against hers, "Fuck, that..." He lifted his head, shaking it. "Don't do that again."

Melissa started to smirk, slipping out of the kitchen. Aw... the big bad vampire had feelings...

"Okay." She swallowed. "Fuck what?" Where was her mind? Mars? Or... in her pants? "I mean... I didn't understand..."

"That scared me." He admitted, letting her go slowly.

"Oh." Misty turned, biting her lip. "Sorry. I didn't mean-"

Forrest shook his head again, "You already apologized once, you don't need to again."

"Oh. Well... thank you... I think that would have hurt for some odd reason..."

He nodded, "It would have. So no more of that."

"Falling? I was just trying to see if I had anything other than spiders up there..." Misty furrowed her brow. "You do realize you're hard, right?"

He swallowed, offering her a slight smile, "How could I not?"

Her eyes widened and she looked at his fly, nearly choking. "I! I meant.... muscles! Not!"

"Sorry... It's..." He would have blushed if he'd had enough blood to do so.

"I just... what caused the happy thought, huh?" She pushed her hair back, meeting his gaze.

"Um...Might have been anything."

She smirked. "Random erections. Alright." Misty shook her head, stepping back up onto the stool.

He glanced around the kitchen, finally noticing that Melissa had slipped out. "It's not exactly my fault, you know." It wasn't hers either. It wasn't her fault she'd fit against him, or that her smell was driving his senses crazy. Or that he was falling hard, even if he told himself it was against his will.

She tsked at him, peering up into the cupboard. "Ew..."

"What?"

Misty slammed the cupboard shut. "Let's.... just say I need to clean." She smiled at him, hopping down from the stool with a slight bounce. "And it's a natural thing to get an erection. At least you're not some teen-age boy in science crushing on the teacher because she smells good... I can see it now... every science class with your bag in your lap..."

He swallowed, "Well... that's a good excuse to keep your bag near, at least." Was he that transparent? Dammit!

Misty smiled at him. "Forrest?"

"Yeah?"

"I was right, wasn't I?"

"Um... maybe?"

She shook her head. "Hun, I'm serious. Besides... Unless you were thinking about Mel... I'll take it as a compliment." She turned to another cupboard, finding... a mostly empty thing of Cheerios, two bottles of ketchup, and... an onion. Hm.

"You do that." He said with a wince of pain. Ow. Stupid pants.

Misty groaned, pouting as she leaned against the counter.

Forrest blinked. That... damn. Please, let her not do that again...

She let out a whimper, rubbing her temple.

"What?" He snapped, feeling his pants tighten further. Shit.

She jerked, cringing. "I... sorry."

He rubbed his forehead, "No... I shouldn't have snapped. What's with the whimpering and everything?" He needed a shower. Preferably, a cold one.

"Nothing." Misty swallowed, heading into past him into the living room. "Mel... we're going for groceries. Get around."

Forrest shut his eyes, cursing mentally. He leaned against the wall, thunking his head backwards. Fucking dumb ass!

Melissa nodded, "Okay. Is Forrest coming with us?"

"I... don't know." Misty shrugged, grabbing her purse as her sister got up from the couch.

Forrest sighed, moving into the living room after a long moment of willing his pants to loosen back to their original size. "Anybody object to me going?"

Melissa pulled a sweatshirt over her head, shrugging, "It's just grocery shopping. It's kinda mean, but if you want to go..." She shrugged again.

Misty bit her lip. "It's fine." She grabbed her car keys. "You guys ready?"

Forrest shrugged, and Melissa nodded, "Yep."

Misty led the way out of the house, unlocking her car. "Make sure the door's locked!"

Forrest, being the last out of the house, locked the door and shut it behind himself. "It's locked."

"Thanks." She bit her lip, climbing into the driver's seat.

Melissa slid into the backseat, leaving Forrest the front. The vampire shook his head at the girl's maneuvering skills, and climbed into the passenger side.

Misty adjusting the review mirror, trying not to scowl. "Buckle up." She clicked on her own belt before starting the car.

"Yes, Mom." Melissa rolled her eyes, clicking the belt into place.

Forrest's lips quirked slightly, and he buckled up, settling back into the seat.

Misty rolled her eyes, starting to back into the street. Thank God traffic was light.

Ten minutes later, they made it to the store. Melissa had launched question after question at them, ranging from why they weren't holding hands like her parents did to if Forrest liked country music yet.

Misty glared at the girl. "Melissa, shut up about that. Forrest doesn't like me that way. People in love hold hands. We're not in love. We're not even in lust. Now go grab some eggs."

Melissa rolled her eyes, marching off to get the eggs. "That wasn't very nice." Forrest said softly, watching Melissa glare at the cartons.

Misty closed her eyes, sighing. "Arg." She moved towards the other girl, tugging her to her in a soft hug.

"I'm sorry Hun... I don't know what's gotten into me... and... Well Forrest flusters me... I don't know where my mind is... it's... guttery. I'm sorry."

A small smile crossed Melissa's face. "Does that mean you like him?"

"I don't know. He really doesn't like me hun. He... doesn't. If you'd been there when we met..." Misty bit her lip. "I was doing the protest and he... well... you know how I am when I set my mind to something..."

Melissa nodded, "Stubborn?"

"Yeah."

The young were bit her lip, "Well...he's not bad. Just... kinda out there. Not that that's bad, it's just weird." She sighed, "I'm almost positive he likes you, Misty. I don't know why I think that, but I'm nearly one hundred percent positive."

"I didn't say he's bad, Hun... I think he's nice... sort of. But he's stubborn too. It's... oil and water. We're opposites... and while I really don't care... I think he does." Urg. She had a crush! 24 and she had a crush!

Melissa giggled, pulling back from her sister. "I could ask him."

"No!"

"What? It was only an idea..."

"You will not ask or tell him anything! So what if I-"

Melissa grinned widely, "Please, Misty? I just wanna know if he likes you too..."

Forrest frowned slightly, "Hate to interrupt, but you're getting some odd looks, and we do need to get the kid some food."

Misty jerked, blushing. "I... yes. Food."

Melissa nearly pouted, falling behind Misty with Forrest. "You had to interrupt, didn't you?" She accused, unable to hide a small grin.

Forrest shrugged, lips quirked, "Maybe."

"Buttmunch."

"Brat."

Misty rolled her eyes. "Be nice kids."

"Trying to, Mom!" Melissa called with a smile.

"Sure." She looked at the were. "What do you want for dinner?" Misty grabbed a thing of milk, setting it into the cart.

Melissa shrugged, "Food?"

Forrest poked her in the back gently, "Be good and actually find something."

"Yes Da."

He blinked. Now he was really in for it.

Misty bit her lip. "How about mac and cheese?"

"Works for me." Melissa looked around the store.

"Home made or box?" Misty tilted her head, checking the eggs. Hm. She grabbed a dozen, saw they were whole, and added them to the cart.

"Which ever's easier." Melissa grinned up at Misty, glancing over at Forrest, who was looking anywhere but at Misty. He glanced at the striking blonde, and Melissa smirked. Yeah, he was crushing. Was he admitting it to himself? Probably not. Hmm...

Misty sighed. "I don't like the stuff from the box... homemade works."

Forrest struggled not to look at Misty, occasionally catching Melissa's knowing smirk. He wouldn't call it a grin, really. It was far too evil for that.

"Okay." Melissa chirped, moving on down the isle.

"Hun?" Misty bit her lip.

Melissa turned, eyes innocently wide. "Yep?"

"Could you go get some shampoo for me? Forrest, you could go with her..." Misty blushed. "I need to find a ladies room..."

Melissa smiled broadly, "Sure! Come on Forrest! I'll show you where it is!"

Forrest nodded, moving towards the teen, deciding to ignore the fact that he already knew where the shampoo was.

Misty smiled at them, heading towards the public rest rooms.

Forrest blinked as Melissa linked her arm through his and began dragging him away from the eggs. "Finally!"

"What?"

"I have tons of questions that I couldn't ask with Misty around."

Forrest let out a teasing sigh, "Oh no. I might die..."

Melissa rolled her eyes, leading him towards the shampoo, "Do you like Misty?"

"What?"

"Do you like my sister?" Melissa asked slowly, making sure the words were painfully clear.

"Define like."

"Like, 'like' like."

"That's informative."

"Don't be a buttmunch and just tell me."

"You need to tell me which kind of like first." Forrest hedged, watching Melissa pick up a shampoo.

"Possible love like."

"I don't know."

"Lust like?"

"Maybe."

"Maybe yes or maybe no?"

"Just maybe."

"You're a pain, you know that?" Melissa poked him with the bottle.

"So I've been told. Why do you want to know anyway?"

"No reason."

"Liar."

"Cow."

"Original."

"I know." They made it back to the eggs, still bickering.

Misty sighed, splashing her face with cold water. Damn. Stupid... stupid vampire. Arg. She sighed, drying her hands before heading back out. She didn't even get why she liked him... not at all. And Melissa? So not helping.

Melissa started talking an hour a minute about something that was obviously interesting to her, but didn't interest Forrest at all. He let his mind wander, and it was no great surprise to him that his thoughts fell on a certain platinum blonde. There was only one reason he could see that Melissa had been asking those questions. Either Misty, he fought back a shudder at the crass term, 'liked' him, or the conniving were was trying to convince him that he 'liked' Misty. If she was aiming for the latter, she sadly wouldn't have to try very hard. The fact that the woman was his complete opposite was intriguing. He'd always loved challenges, and Misty would be an interesting one. Besides, he wanted to see how many shades she could blush.

Misty forced a smile on her face as she approached them. "Not the Tamora Pierce books, Mel... I don't think Forrest would be into that..."

Forrest blinked, meeting Misty's gaze with a slight smile, "So that was what she was talking about..."

Melissa pouted, though her eyes were filled with laughter, "Yeah, jeez. Weren't you listening?"

"Nope."

"Butt."

"Dork."

Misty laughed softly. "Mmm... the sound of war... gotta love it."

"It's only war cause he's immature!" Melissa said, poking the vampire.

"I learned it from you, Mel." Forrest shot back, returning the poke.

Misty laughed again, grabbing both their hands as she stepped between them. "What'd you do with the cart?"

Melissa's eyes widened, "Shit!" She got accusing looks from both adults, and blushed slightly, "Sorry!"

Misty released them before planting her hands on her lips. "Where is it?"

"Um..." Melissa bit her lip, looking around, "Oh! Over there!" She pointed, smiling winningly in hopes of avoiding trouble.

Forrest shook his head behind Misty's back, mouthing 'we are so in for it' at Melissa.

"You left it there?" Misty sighed. "Brilliant..."

"Sorry." Melissa muttered, followed by Forrest's apology.

"It wasn't intentional. We..."

"Forgot."

Misty looked at them, frowning. "Er... it's not that big of a deal, guys. I had my purse with me."

“Still. Apologies all around!" Melissa grinned again.

"Stop it. You sound like Captain Jack."

"That was the point."

"Show off."

"Vampy-man."

"You're getting desperate now."

"Am not!"

Misty pouted. "But I love Captain Jack! 'But why is the rum gone?!'"

Melissa giggled, "Ooh... Forrest..."

"No."

"I haven't asked yet!"

"Just no."

"Please?"

"No."

Misty blinked. "Huh?"

"I was gonna ask if we could dress him up at Captain Jack for Halloween. He even has the skin tone, kinda! He's just... pale." Melissa pouted.

Forrest shook his head, tempted to roll his eyes, "Mel, you plot too much for your own good."

"Slytherin hussy." Misty laughed at her sister.

Melissa stuck out her tongue, "He'd look good, though! Come on Misty, just imagine it!"

"I never said he wouldn't." Misty eyed a box of cookies before adding them to the cart.

Melissa smirked, dropping the shampoo next to the cookies, "Please, Forrest?"

Forrest sighed, "If I'm still around then, fine."

Misty nearly choked. Damn it. "I will not dress up in my pirate's damsel costume, so get the idea out of your head, Mel."

Melissa pouted, "Please?"

Forrest's lips quirked, "Should I help you beg, Mel?"

"Yeah, but I think you'll do better with groveling. Please, Misty?"

Misty sighed. "Mel... my chest hangs out of it... I almost fell out of it last year. And the corset kills..."

“But Misty..." Melissa was nearly using the puppy eyes, "We can adjust that..."

Forrest was too busy attempting not to imagine any such image to join in and beg.

"Hun..." Misty sighed. "I'll try it on when we get home and we'll see."

Melissa smiled, "Thank you!"

Forrest failed in blocking out the images, and resorted to reading the ingredients on a random can.

"Did you like asparagus, Forrest?" Misty peered over his shoulder... or rather, around it.

"Not really, but it's amazing how many carbohydrates are in them." He set the can back down on the shelf, glancing at her. He completely missed Melissa's smirk.

Misty sighed. "I haven't had asparagus in forever..."

"So get some." He turned to face her.

Oh. Close. Too close... Misty took a step back. "I... don't like it from a can..."

Melissa frowned. Dammit. That had been improvement and then Misty'd moved! Bad sister!

Forrest tucked his hands in his pockets, swallowing. "I'm sure they have it somewhere else... Not in a can." Oy. Lame. Really, really lame.

She smiled. "Mm. Joe used to grow it in the garden..."

"Why don't you get some from him?" Forrest raised an eyebrow curiously. If he remembered correctly, Joe was Melissa's father.

Misty's face cooled, and she stepped back further. "Joe wouldn't give me the time of day. Excuse me." She moved the cart around him, going to the meat section.

Melissa sighed, "You know, you almost had something there, but it's probably better if you just avoid the topic of my dad. It's probably safer for all of us."

Forrest nodded, and they followed Misty, "Thanks for the heads up. Think you could have given it to me sooner?"

"Nope. You were on the right track there for awhile."

Melissa bit back a sigh, watching her sister's back. Honestly, if her dad wasn't being such an ass, things would have been a lot different. Joe was... protective. He didn't like the influence Misty had on his only daughter, and refused to let them talk. Melissa's mom, who was also Misty's, had made it possible for the two sisters to talk. Joe had thrown Melissa out while her mother was away on business. She wouldn't be home for a week or more, and until then, Melissa was with Misty. And dammit, she'd enjoy herself, not mope about her father and his anal retentive ways!

"You like turkey, right Mel?"

Melissa blinked, realizing with a jolt that they'd caught up with Misty, "Yeah."

Misty nodded, adding some to the cart. "Alright... hm... what about ham, hun? Bologna?"

Melissa shrugged, pasting a grin on her face, "Whatever one you like best."

Forrest frowned, poking the were gently in the side and leaning down to whisper in her ear, "Everything alright?"

"Yup. Fine." Melissa smiled cheekily, and Forrest shook his head, standing.

Misty frowned. "Hun... I don't know what all you like... You have to tell me. What are your favorites?"

"Um... Turkey, bologna..." Melissa shrugged again. "Oh! PB&J's too."

Misty smiled. "I remember you used to only eat the crust."

Melissa grinned, "I still do, sometimes."

Misty poked her. "Silly. and you'd make me eat the normal part even though I don't like peanut butter."

Melissa's grin widened, "That shouldn't change either."

Forrest smiled slightly. At least they were both smiling. That was a plus.

Misty stuck her tongue out at her. "Alright... what else do we need?"

"Erm... No idea." Melissa smiled, "You need anything, Misty?" Besides a boyfriend.

"Nope. You aren't due for your period soon? Cause we'll have to buy you things. I don't get why you won't use tampons." Misty rubbed the back of her neck.

"I brought some stuff from home. Mom left lots."

Forrest shook his head, "Should I be hearing this?"

"You going to blush, Forrest?"

His lips quirked, "Maybe."

Misty laughed softly. "Oh! Bread! and Miracle whip!"

Melissa blinked, "Yeah. Those might help."

Forrest couldn't help a small smile. He'd made her laugh! And agh! It was making him feel all warm and gr. Stupid Melissa, planting thoughts in his head...

"Only a lot, Mel." Misty smiled. "Which do you want to grab?"

"I'll get the bread."

"Don't forget cheese." Forrest reminded them, voice amused.

Misty blinked. "Oh. Yeah. Thanks."

"Anytime."

Melissa fought the urge to do a victory dance. Yes! They'd almost had a complete conversation!

Misty smiled, reaching around Forrest and grabbing a jar of Miracle whip. "Excuse me."

Forrest moved to the right, but her fingers brushed his side anyway. He shivered, and glanced around, catching a grin from Melissa before the girl moved away towards the bread.

Misty straightened, pushing her hair back.

Forrest pressed a hand to his tingling side, watching her pick up the jar. "Sorry."

She quirked a brow. "What for? You didn't do anything."

"Didn't get out of the way." He rubbed the spot before letting his hand drop.

"So?" She blinked, then shrugged. "Which way is the cheese again?"

"In the dairy section." He pointed in the opposite direction, "That way."

"Oh." She blushed. "Duh." She turned to the cart, setting the jar in the bottom.

His lips quirked, and they began moving towards the dairy section. "So."

"So?"

He shrugged, "What kind of questions has Melissa been asking you?" He asked, raising an eyebrow and glancing at her.

"Erm? Questions?"

"Yeah. Questions."

"I don't know what you mean...." Misty bit her lip.

"Alright." He shrugged, "What kind of cheese are we looking for?"

"She wanted to know... well..."

"Well?" He raised an eyebrow, "Well what?"

"If I was interested in you."

"Oh."

"Yeah." She sighed, picking up some American cheese along with the other makings for the planned meal.

"Do you?"

"Do I what?" She dropped the cheese into the cart.

"Ah. Bad phrasing on my part." He stopped, turning to face her again, "Are you interested?"

She bit her lip. "Why?"

"Curiosity?" He swallowed, feeling a slightly unwelcome stirring of hope. Dammit Melissa...

Misty glanced down, starting towards the register. "Do you see Mel?"

Forrest nodded, looking at the grinning teen who waved. "She's over there."

"Ah." Misty swallowed, trying not to blush. Damn it.

"Before we go over there, can you answer?" He pushed his hair back from his face, "Please?" He added as an after-thought.

She paused. 'What difference would it make?"

"Just trust me, it would."

She studied him for a moment. "Well... suppose I was... fuck it." Misty sighed. "Yes. I am. Or at least what I've seen of you. Other times I could happily smack you." She swallowed, remembering her little show in the bathroom. "It doesn't matter. Forget it."

Forrest's lips curled into a smile, and he nodded, "Thank you for telling me." His mind was buzzing. She was interested! He shouldn't be as happy as he was, but it was impossible not to be! He'd drop it, but he wouldn't forget.

Misty bit her lip as she approached her sister, blinking quickly. "Stupid... stupid... stupid..."

Melissa blinked, dropping the bread in the cart, "What's stupid?" She glanced at Forrest, who had followed Misty to the checkout lines.

Misty jumped. "Me."

"Why?"

"Nothing." She swallowed. "Let's go home."

"Um... okay?" Melissa frowned slightly, clearly unhappy about the lack of explanation.

Forrest waited patiently next to Melissa as they paid, and she poked him. He looked down at her, and she raised her eyebrows, nodding at Misty. A small smile played with his lips, and Melissa's eyes widened, her mouth forming a O.

Misty inhaled shakily. Arg. Stupid. She was beyond stupid. Forrest had ridiculed her before... her body. Of course he was laughing at the fact that she.... God. She grabbed several bags, heading for the door.

Forrest grabbed the rest of the bags, and he and Melissa followed Misty at a distance. "She told you?!" Melissa asked, grinning from ear to ear.

"Yep."

"Yes!"

"I think she's embarrassed though."

"She'll get over it. Leave that to me."

Misty swore as she realized she couldn't get her keys out of her pocket. "Damn!"

"What?" Forrest and Melissa had reached her, Melissa holding two of the bags that Forrest had reluctantly handed to her.

"My keys are in my pocket!"

Forrest shifted two bags to his other hand, "Which pocket?"

Melissa smiled slowly. Was he going to do what she though he was?

"Er... front right... um... why?"

Forrest stepped around behind her, slipping his hand into her pocket and pulling out her keys. "That's why."

Misty held her breath before glaring at him. "I should smack you."

"Yes, you should." Forrest moved around from behind her.

"And I will.... just as soon as my damn hands are empty."

Melissa held out a hand, "I've got a free hand, and this whole super strength thing. If you give me the bags, your hands will be free."

Forrest raised an eyebrow, "Whose side are you on?"

"No ones."

"Thanks."

Melissa grinned, "You're welcome."

Misty handed her sister a bag, stepped up to Forrest, and raised her hand in preparation.

Forrest shifted the keys to his other hand, nearly dropping them as he stepped back, up against the car.

Instead, Misty wrapped his hair around her fist. "Touch me again without my permission and you will regret it."

He winced, leaning down slightly to relieve the pain on the side of his head, "Fuck, ow! Fine!"

She released him, stepping back. "Good. And watch your language."

He rubbed the side of his head, "Fine." Jeez, could she not accept some help? Yes, it was rather intrusive, but it wasn't like he'd groped her!

Melissa blinked. Wow... maybe they didn't get along. But the sidelong glances, and the times when he made her smile... She sighed. They were too confusing.

Misty opened the trunk, sighing. Arg.

Melissa set her bags in the trunk, taking Forrest's from him and setting them in the trunk as well. He nodded his thanks, still rubbing his head. Holy fuck... He should probably apologize...

Misty shut the trunk before climbing into the driver's seat. Arg.

Melissa climbed into the back again, and Forrest slid into the passenger seat. He'd apologize later, when Melissa was asleep. She was already laughing at him inside, he could tell.
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