Adult-FanFiction.org : Books

Romantic Executions: Continued	By : PrettySin Category: Anita Blake > Het Views: 3495 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the Anita Blake series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 14
- 15
- 16
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.
********************

Grace sighed as she pulled into Sylvie and Gwen's driveway. Darn it... she didn't want to be here. She... Tennessee. She wanted home...

Gwen opened the door when she knocked, smiling, "Hello Lupa. I'm glad you could come."

"Gwen... call me Grace." She sighed, then forced a smile. "How are you?"

"Fine, yourself?" Gwen smiled back slightly, though it was obvious her sharp eyes had caught the falseness in Grace's own.

"Tired. Your Ulfric made a mess last night before leaving early this morning for golf with Shang-Da and Jamil." Grace frowned. "I didn't even know he liked golf."

Gwen's smile was slightly secretive, "Neither did I. Suppose everyone keeps things on the inside." She stepped back from the door, "Come in."

Grace frowned further. "What's going on, Gwen? Where's Sylvie?"

"Sylvie's out today. That's why I asked you to come over. It gets lonely here when she's not around." Gwen hedged, "She'll be back in a few hours."

Grace sighed, nodding. "I'm sorry... I'm cranky... shouldn't be... but am." Grace stepped into the house.

Gwen shut the door behind the Lupa, "It's fine. Is anything wrong, Lu- Grace?"

"I... I miss Tennessee."

Gwen nodded in understanding, "Is there any real reason why?"

Grace pushed her hair back, shrugging. "Just... my family's there. And while every one here is real nice... Richard's... I love him but this is crazy..."

"Is he not treating you right?" Gwen motioned for Grace to sit down.

"No... He's not treating me badly... just... not like normal." Grace bit her lip. "I don't know. And on top of that it's like he just wants to continue like this... but also fulfill that stupid five year clause...." She looked into Gwen's eyes. "And I've killed since coming here. I've never..."

Gwen looked down a moment later, "Killing Paris was for the sake of the Pack. As for the Ulfric... He might just need time. He could still be adjusting to everything that's changed."

"I guess. He's not dealing with my family though." Grace sat in the chair, fiddling with her fingers.

Gwen sat on the couch, leaning forward slightly, "Give him a chance. I'm sure everything will straighten out eventually."

"Oh... I know." Grace looked startled. "I'm not leaving... not unless he makes me."

Gwen smiled slightly, "Just an educated guess... Judging by the way he looks at you, he won't."

Grace smiled. "So how're you, having listened to the Lupa whine?"

"Fine, really. Is there anything in particular you wanted to do today?"

"Well, I need to do a grocery run..."

"Do you want to do that now?"

"Sounds good. I normally go to the Super Wal-Mart..." Grace smiled. "What about you?"

Gwen smiled back, "The same."

Grace nodded. "I'll drive... my car's behind yours."

"Alright." Gwen stood, glancing around the small house, "Hold on. I need to get my shoes."

Grace stood as well. "Of course."

Gwen moved toward the bedroom, disappearing inside and coming back out with her shoes and a light jacket.

Soon they were on the road, heading into the business distract down town.

Gwen looked out the window as the conversation dwindled, and her eyes widened. Just her luck. Richard's car was parked in the front parking lot of the local jewelry store. Crap! She turned away from the window, "So what do you need to buy today?"

"Eggs... milk... Some-" Grace blinked, slowing the car. "What the hell is Richard doing here?"

"Maybe that's not Richard's car. That's a fairly recent model..."

"That's Richard's car. That's my coat over the back seat." Grace looked at Gwen as she parked behind Richard. "And you were trying to stop me from seeing it."

Gwen looked down at the dashboard, shrugging slightly. The Ulfric was going to kill her, if the Lupa didn't do it first.

Grace fought back a growl as she climbed out of the car. Her so-called friend had lied. Richard had lied. Golfing? Hardly. She stormed into the small shop.

Gwen bit her lip, climbing out of the car and following Grace into the shop.

Richard looked up as the door opened and his eyes widened. Grace! She was supposed to be at Sylvie's! What the hell was she doing here?

"Golfing?" Her green eyes look hurt. "You lied."

"Love... This..." He sighed, "I have a really good reason for being here. Just let me explain, please."

Grace swallowed, hugging herself.

Richard looked down at the small bag in his hand. At least he'd managed to buy the ring already... "Golfing was just a pretense so that I could get out of the house. Sylvie and Gwen... I asked them to make sure you were busy all day. Shang-Da and Jamil," He glanced over at the two large men in the corner, who were watching silently, "Agreed to help me find what I was looking for. This shop is renowned for its good rings... and-"

"So everyone agreed to lie?" Grace glared at the men in the corner, surprised that they actually winced before she turned to Gwen. "Even two of the small group I call friends? You could have just asked me to go somewhere."

Gwen looked down at the floor, "I'm sorry..."

"Love, will you listen? I asked them to so I could do something for you. If you're going to blame someone, blame me."

Grace winced, looking back at the Ulfric. "Fine. Explain... please. This is... hurting."

Richard pulled a small box out of the bag, "I hadn't planned on doing this yet, but it's the best way I can think of explaining." He took a step towards her, before sinking down to one knee. He couldn't help but think that this would have gone so much better if he'd been allowed to cook the dinner he'd been planning. "Love... Grace," He opened the box, "Will you marry me?"

Her eyes widened and she paled. "Oh no..."

Richard bit the inside of his cheek, shutting the box slowly, "Alright..."

"I... I ruined it..."

He frowned slightly. So that wasn't a 'no' no? "Not really... Just sped the question along..."

"No... I... I ruined your plans..." Tears began to fall down her cheeks. "I'm sorry..."

He stood, pulling her into his arms, "It's fine, Love... shh..." He rubbed her back with the hand that wasn't holding the box.

She snuggled into his chest, sniffing. "I... I'm sorry."

He kissed her temple, "Don't be... as long as that wasn't a real 'no'..."

"NO! Of... of course not... I..." She pulled back, blinking.

His lips quirked slightly, "Let's try this again... Grace, will you marry me?"

She nodded. "Yes. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to ruin your surprise, Richard."

He shook his head, smiling, "Don't be." He let go of her, opening the box again and pulling out the ring, "May I?"

"Yes." She bit her lip, glancing around as she noticed Jamil, Shag-Da, and Gwen had all left. Huh.

He set the box on the counter, and took her left hand in his, "I love you." He slid the ring on her finger.

"I love you too." She glanced at it, nearly staring at it. "Richard... I-"

Richard shook his head, "No real talking just now... I want to be able to remember this..." He brushed his lips gently over hers

Grace laughed softly. "Did you just tell me to shut up?"

He smiled, "If you want to call it that, yes."

She nipped at his lower lip, pressing into him.

He swallowed, wrapping his arms around her. He glanced at a cashier, who was dabbing her eyes, "Relocation, Love? A little too public for my tastes."

Licking her lips, Grace nodded. "Darn... I have my car here..."

Richard's brow furrowed, and he looked around for Shang-Da, Jamil, and Gwen. "They probably took my car. It should be fine."

"What? How?" She blinked, peering out the shop window.

"Jamil has a copy of my car key." He looked down at her, "Do you like the ring?"

She looked down at her hand, biting her lip. "It's lovely..." The simple gold band with heart shaped stone was beautiful and... graceful. Elegant.

He smiled, "I'm glad you like it."

She hugged him. "Can we get out of public view?"

"God, yes." He returned her hug for a moment before pulling back, taking her hand and leading her to the door.

Once outside, Grace saw that Richard's vehicle was indeed gone, a small note under her windshield wiper.

Richard pulled it out, flipping it open. "Shang-Da and Jamil are taking Gwen home. They'll drop off my car later tonight."

Grace nodded. "I'm really sorry... I didn't mean to ruin your surprise... it was horrid of-"

He shook his head, tucking away the note. "It's fine, Love... Really."

"But it's not... and I was mean to Gwen and Shang-Da and Jamil..."

Richard smiled slightly, stepping towards her, "Love, they'll understand. We can call later tonight and apologize.”

"Hun... They flinched! Jamil and Shang-Da flinched! That's... not right! little ol' me shouldn't be able of making them flinch..." Grace pushed her hair back, swallowing.

He wrapped his arms around her waist, "Grace... I stand as a witness that when you're angry, it's scary." He rested his forehead against hers, "I'm sure they'll understand."

She sighed. "Not really. Maybe... do they like ham and greens? Sweet potato pie? Grits?" She rested her palms on his chest.

"I don't know." He sighed softly, "We can ask when we call."

"Rich?"

"Yes?"

"Are you upset? That was a... troubled sounding sigh..."

"No... just trying to imagine your Pa's reaction... It's not working very well."

"Pa? I think he'll be happy... He was just worried of me being a single, unmarried mother. He thought you'd leave me if I got pregnant." Grace bit her lip. "Tammy got in trouble like that, you know?"

Richard lifted his head, scowling slightly, "I don't plan to leave you. Ever... But I can understand why he'd be worried."

"Oh! I know! I wasn't suggesting you would. I was just explaining Pa... you know he doesn't know you... not well..." She swallowed.

He raised a hand to cup her cheek, "I'm sorry... I'm being over-protective right now." He smiled slightly, brushing a kiss over her lips, "Do you want to call him when we get home?"

"No... tomorrow. Tonight... I want it for us." She kissed the corner of his mouth. "And we need to call your mom too..."

"Yeah... She'll be pleased." He nipped gently at her lower lip, "We'll call her tomorrow."

She shivered. "Can we please go home?"

He smiled, letting her go. "Of course."

"Thank you."

"You're welcome." Richard opened the car door, climbing into the driver’s seat.

Grace laughed as he cursed, his knees nearly to his chest.

He stuck his tongue out at her, adjusting the seat appropriately.

She just rolled her eyes. "Now now... I got spanked last time I did that."

He buckled up, "I'll spank you again too."

She quirked a brow, smirking as she shut her door and buckled her belt.

He started the car, backing out of the parking lot.

"Now... what on Earth would you spank me about?"

"I'm sure I can come up with something."

"Ha! I'm a good girl."

"Yes, and good girls are bad girls that don't get caught." He smirked, remembering the shirt from one of his classes.

Grace blinked, then laughed. "You stole Melissa's shirt!"

"Maybe." He chuckled, pulling into traffic.

She stuck her tongue out at him, turning on the radio.

"Good little girls make some mighty wild women... Saving it up, since the, very beginnin'... Fall in love, they wanna take it to the limit... Good little girls make some mighty wild women!"

Grace blushed. Darn it.

Richard chuckled, taking a hand off the wheel and offering it to her, "Looks like you've been caught, Love."

She took his hand. "Hush you..."

He brought her hand to his lips, brushing a kiss over her palm, "Hushing..."

She shivered. "Evil..."

He smiled, resting their joined hands on his knee. "You'd know."

"Mm. I would." She let her fingers tease his thigh through the denim.

He swallowed, letting go of her hand to turn a corner, "I'm evil?"

"Yes." She smiled.

"Must've gotten it from you."

"Never."

"Sure."

She laughed, sliding her hand further up.

He bit his lip, stopping at a stop sign just out of town.

She cupped him, feeling his body swell under her hand.

"Grace..." He groaned, passing the stop sign.

"Hm?"

He shifted under her hand, turning a corner and entering the suburbs.

She caressed him, massaging softly.

He forced his eyes to stay open, and he swallowed, pulling into their driveway with relief.

She chewed her lip, her hand continuing to tease.

He shut off the car, turning slightly in his seat to face her.

Her eyes met his and she moved to pull her hand back.

He caught her hand, "Of the two of us, I definitely think you're higher on the evil scale." He said softly, voice rather raw.

She shook her head innocently. "Never..."

"Uh huh..." He reached over, unbuckling her seatbelt, then his.

She unlocked her door as she shrugged the belt off.

He pulled the keys out of the ignition and let her hand go. "It's probably a good thing tomorrow is Sunday."

"Why?"

He smiled, opening his door, "It just is."

"Richard..." She climbed out of the car, then shut the door.

He climbed out, shutting the door behind himself. "What?"

"Why is it a good thing tomorrow is Sunday?"

"Because if it was Monday tomorrow, we'd be late for work."

She frowned. "Why would we be late?"

He moved to her, slipping his arms around her waist, "Think about it for a second, Love..."

She blinked, then blushed. "Oh."

"Nearly two years and I can still make you blush..." He smiled, brushing his lips over hers, "I have talent."

"Brat."

He smacked her bum playfully, "Of course."

She stilled, biting her lip hard. "Evil."

"That too." He kissed the corner of her mouth.

"Inside?"

"Definitely."

Grace swallowed, opening the door.

He followed her inside, shutting the door behind them.

Grace toed off her shoes, pushing her hair back.

Richard kicked off his shoes, flicking on the living room light.

She glanced at him, noting the look in his eye. Oops. She was in trouble.

He smiled, stepping up behind her. "Bedroom, or...?"

She bit her lip. "I... where would you like?"

"The bedroom works... I'd rather avoid confrontation with Shang-Da and Jamil in the middle of anything."

"Oh. Me too." She licked her lips, starting towards said room.

He followed her, not bothering to shut off the living room light.

Grace began to undo the buttons on her shirt as a thought occurred to her. Hm.

He pulled off his t-shirt, tossing it towards the hamper.

"Richard?" She shrugged free of her blouse.

"Yeah?" He undid his belt, pulling it free.

"About the clause..."

"What about it?"

"When... how soon do you want the wedding?"

He stepped forward, wrapping his arms around her, "Soon... we could do a small private wedding in a Month or so, and do a large ceremony next summer."

Grace blinked, then smiled. "That sounds great."

Richard kissed her neck, smiling as well, "I'm glad you think so."

She shivered, kissing the corner of his mouth. "Just... a second."

"Alright."

She pulled back, grabbing the condoms from the dresser.

He tilted his head slightly, raising a brow.

She cleared her throat. "Well... you see...about the clause. I might already be... pregnant. I'm at my most fertile right now-"

He smiled, nodding in understanding, "I see."

"Do you?" She seemed unsure of what he'd want.

He nodded, "How long do you want to go without protection?"

She shrugged, swallowing. "Until... you want it again or..."

He waited until she'd put them in the bottom drawer of the dresser before moving over to her, "Or?"

"Or we won't need them for a while..."

He nodded, resting his hands on her hips, "Can I get in a real kiss now?"

Grace blushed. "Of course. I'm sorry."

He smiled slightly, "Don't be." He nipped at her bottom lip, soothing it with his tongue, "It's as much my fault as yours."

She shivered, resting her hands on his shoulder. "I suppose."

"Mm..." His lips brushed over hers, and he pulled her closer.

"Richard..." She rubbed against him, sliding a hand over his chest.

His muscles tightened, and he covered her mouth with his.

She teased him, refusing to part her lips when his tongue begged entrance.

His tongue slid along the soft crease of her lips again, teasing the corner of her mouth.

Her lips finally parted as her fingers found his small nipple.

His deepened the kiss, groaning softly into her mouth.

She tilted her head, her tongue mating with his.

His hands slid down to cup her bum, and his eyes drifted shut as the kiss grew in passion.

Grace pressed into him, her hands undoing his hair as they kissed.

He groaned again, picking her up easily, forcing her to wrap her legs around his waist.

She gave a muffled shriek, grabbing onto his shoulders.

He broke the kiss, trailing his mouth down her neck as he moved them towards the bed.

She whimpered, shifting against him. Oh Lord... "Richard..."

"Mm?" He sat down on the bed, his eyes shutting as she pressed against him.

She rocked her hips, feeling him hard against her softness.

He moaned, rocking back into her, "God, Gracie..."

She blinked, looking at his lovely face. "I really did get you going in the car..."

He blinked his eyes open, nodding slightly as he pressed up into her, "I think that's pretty obvious..."

"I didn't realize..."

He shook his head slightly, nipping gently at her shoulder, "It's fine..."

She whimpered, pressing into him again.

His hands drifted to her fly, opening it slowly.

She shifted, giving him room.

He helped her struggled out of her pants and panties, tossing them both towards the hamper.

She blinked as she kneeled on the bed. "You're still dressed. Not fair..."

"Mm... I'll live. Now, I believe that you need to be spanked..." His lips quirked slightly.

She blinked. "For what?"

"I think it's only fair after your bit in the car."

"Oh... but-"

He shook his head, smiling slightly, "Come on, Love... please?"

Grace swallowed. "All...all right..."

Richard pulled her into his lap, her bum facing the ceiling.

She shifted, biting her lip as she glanced at him. "I'd almost think you liked spanking me..."

He smiled wickedly, "Who's to say I don't?" He brushed his hands over her bum.

She shivered a bit, squirming. "Richard..."

"Mm?" He raised a hand, bringing it down on her bum with a sharp slap.

She cried out, startled, before pressing up against his palm.

He brushed his palm over the slight red mark, then lifted his hand to deliver another blow to her bum.

She whimpered his name, nearly squirming as heat pooled low in her tummy at the slight burning and sting. Lord...

His hand connected with the other cheek, leaving a red mark on the smooth skin.

She moaned, biting her lip.

His other hand slid down her bum, parting her folds from behind as his right hand connected with her butt again.

"Richard..." She pressed onto his hand, shaking her head at the sting. Would he stop or...?

His fingers found her clitoris, and he brought his hand down sharply again.

She shrieked, jerking harshly. My God...

His fingers stroked the nub gently, his other hand continuing its sharp ministrations.

Her body started to tighten and she closed her eyes, resting her face on the bed.

He slipped a finger inside her, bringing his hand down in a sharp smack on her tender, red backside.

She cried out again, shivering as she pushed back on his hand. She was so close...

He moved his finger in small thrusts, his hand beginning to sting from it's harsh contact with Grace's bum.

She stiffened, and at once his hand connected and his fingers caressed. Grace came, shrieking his name into the bed.

His hand brushed over her bum as her clenching slowed. God, he loved doing that...

She shivered, turning heavy eyes to him. "Mm."

He pulled his fingers out of her, slowly licking them clean. "Mm?"

Her eyes locked on his tongue, and she swallowed. "Mm."

He finished, resting his hands on her lower back, "Something interesting?"

She licked her lips. "Thank you."

"You're welcome." He leaned down, brushing a quick kiss over her lips.

She shifted, nipping his lower lip. "You're awful hard..."

He swallowed, "Mmhmm..."

"Am I done with my spanking?"

"I think so..."

She smiled, sitting up and straddling him. "What would you like now?"

"You, if that's an option..." He pressed up into her.

"Mm." She whimpered as the denim rubbed against her.

"Mm?" He rocked against her, settling his hands on her hips.

"Pants..." She nipped at his shoulder.

He moved them, rolling her onto her back. He leaned above her, one of his knees between hers, "In a moment..."

She gasped, gripping his shoulders. "Richard..."

"Gracie?" He moved his knee, pressing it up into her.

"Why... in a moment...?"

He pushed his knee up until the rough denim brushed her clitoris, "Testing a theory..."

She cried out, biting her lip. Evil...

He leaned down, catching one of her nipples in his mouth. He sucked at it, his knee rubbing against the sensitive nub between her legs.

She whimpered, arching her back as her hands slid into his hair.

He scraped his teeth over her nipple, his knee applying gentle pressure, then pulling back in a teasing rhythm.

She began to rock her hips against him, sliding her hands over his shoulders. "Evil..."

He let go of her nipple, moving his mouth to the other, "Maybe..." His knee pressed into her again.

She moaned, shaking her head. "Please..."

He pulled her nipple into his mouth, teasing it with his tongue as his knee continued to press into her.

Grace swallowed, feeling herself tightening slowly. He was driving her mad...

He let go of her nipple, kissing it gently, "Gracie... scream for me?"

She panted, blinking at him. "I'm... I'm close... Please..."

He leaned up, brushing his lips over hers as his knee ground into her, "Scream for me, please Love..."

"I... Ah..." She cried out, pressing hard against him, the sound building as she came in a flood, screaming his name as he'd wanted.

He brushed a kiss over her lips as she panted, a smile playing with his lips. "Thank you..."

She panted, closing her eyes. "Mm..."

He pulled his knee away from her, kissing a line down her jaw. "Need a moment, Gracie?"

"You..." She swallowed, shaking her head. Lord.

He rolled, landing on his side next to her. "I love you."

She blinked open her eyes, nodding. "Love you too." She licked her lips. "You didn't..."

He shook his head, "I didn't."

She rolled, slowly straddling him. "You should have-"

His moan cut her off.

Grace swallowed, biting her lip as she shifted.

"Gracie... that... mm..." He pressed up into her.

She smiled, moving so she could undo his fly. "Richard..."

His eyes shut, and he leaned back against the pillows, "Mm?"

"Do you realize how much I've dirtied you pants? They're soaked." She blushed.

He blinked open his eyes, sliding his hands down her legs, "That's my fault..."

"Is it?" She undid the top button.

"Mmhmm..."

"How is it?" She slid the zipper down, noticing that she was still shaking.

He moaned as her fingers brushed him, "Made... didn't..." His eyes shut again, and he shook his head.

"Lift your hips, please..."

He lifted his hips, feeling her tug his pants off.

"Richard? I did laundry... You had boxers in the dryer..." Grace blinked, surprised that he'd been bare. Hm.

He swallowed, "I know..."

"Then why...?"

He shrugged.

She sat back on her heels, watching him.

Richard blinked open his eyes, meeting her gaze.

She smiled at him, leaning down to lave at his navel.

He shivered, his hands dropping to grip the sheets, "Gracie... please..."

"Mm?" She licked down his abdomen, nipping at his hipbone before moving to take him into her mouth.

He moaned loudly, "Gracie..." He pressed up into her. Lord...

She sucked at the head of him, taking his sacs in her hand and rolling gently as she caressed.

His back arched slightly, and he groaned, "Please... I need..."

Grace released him, licking her lips. "Need what?"

"You..."

"Richard... I need to know how..."

"Ride me..."

She bit her lip, straddling him again. "Help me... please." She shifted, so he pressed against her entrance.

He pushed up, his tip entering her.

She whimpered, shifting as she lowered herself, feeling him slid in easily, his skin hot wherever he touched her.

He moaned, meeting her eyes, "God, Gracie..."

"Richard..." She panted, leaning forward. "I..."

"You...?" He rocked against her, moving his hands to her legs.

She shook her head, raising herself slightly.

His hands slid up her thighs, and he moaned softly. "Gracie..."

She lowered herself, starting a small rhythm, grinding down against him.

He ground up into her, a low, content growl welling in his throat.

She whimpered, her hands sliding over his chest as a fresh sheen of sweat broke out over her skin.

He shivered, his own skin damp with sweat as they moved.

She felt him tensing... nearing his peak. "It's... it's okay. You can-"

He shook his head, "No... not without you..." His hand slid to where they were joined, fingers locating her clitoris again.

Her hips jerked, and she pressed against his callused fingers. "Richard..."

"Mm?" He thrust up hard into her, fingers tweaking her sensitive nub.

"Ah!" She ground herself against him again, swallowing as she tightened up.

He groaned, grinding back up against her. "Gracie..." His fingers pinched gently.

"Ri... Rich..." She pushed down hard, biting her lip.

"Mm?" His back arched slightly as he thrust back up into her.

She cried out, screaming again as she came.

His eyes flashed wolf-gold as he came hard into her.

She fell against his chest, breathing harshly as she felt warmth spread within her. Lord.

He buried his face in her damp neck, his breath coming in short gasps.

"You... mm..." She closed her eyes, biting her lip. Tired...

Richard kissed her neck, "Love you..." He groaned as the phone rang. "Dammit..."

She sighed, rolling over and grabbing it from her nightstand. "Hello?" her tone was sharp, cranky.

Richard nearly flinched at the voice that answered Grace's. "Grace? This is Charlotte, Richard's mother?"

Grace nearly dropped the phone. "Oh... Charlotte...I'm sorry... I didn't realize... I-"

"It's fine. Is Richard there?"

Richard shook his head, mouthing 'no' repeatedly.

Grace gave him a concerned look. "I'm sorry, he's on a grocery run... can I take a message?"

"No... I'll call back later. Are you sure he's not there?"

Richard motioned to her ring, then the phone, shaking his head again.

"Yes, I'm sure." Grace sighed. "I'm really sorry. I was supposed to get the groceries earlier but got distracted..."

"It's alright, Grace. Have him call me back when he gets home."

"Of course. Have a nice night, Charlotte."

"You too, Grace." The phone line clicked as Charlotte hung up.

"AGH!" Grace fell back onto the bed, covering her face with a pillow after hanging up.

Richard blinked, leaning over the Lupa and tugging the pillow away, "What?"

"I snapped your mother's head off!"

"She seemed to be in a good mood..."

"Why didn't you want to talk to her?"

"I don't want to tell her about the engagement yet, and I know she'd ask. It's impossible to lie to her!"

"She'd ask?" Grace blinked.

He nodded, "She's been bugging me since she met you about settling down."

She frowned. "Really?"

"Yeah."

"She never said anything to me..."

He shrugged, "She's odd like that."

"Hm... I didn't even know she liked me..." Grace bit her lip.

Richard raised a hand, brushing his thumb over the place where her lower lip should have been, "I don't know, Love... She's my mother. I'm not sure if she needs an excuse."

Grace sighed, releasing her lip. "I'm going to have to say I'm sorry to a lot of people, aren't I?'

"Not if you don't want to."

She gave him a look. "You know me... of course I want to. I feel bad."

"I know." He brushed his lips over hers, "I'm sure they'll understand, Love."

"But I don't understand..."

"What don't you understand, Love?"

"Why I'm being so mean." She frowned. "I'm not mean... not normally..."

"The beginning of the school year is a stressing time, Love. Not to mention the Pack is definitely pushing for certain things. Then our parents are asking rather personal questions..." He sighed, "It's enough to make anyone snap."

"Still." She swallowed. "By the way..."

"By the way?" He quirked a brow.

"Mm. Three times?"

He smiled slightly, "It wasn't that bad, was it?"

"I never mentioned the word bad... I'm just all tuckered out..." She smiled, smoothing his hair.

His smile widened, and he tilted his head into her hand, "Mm... a few hours sleep then another go?" He quirked a brow, grinning.

"Mm. But only if I can really taste you this time." She licked her lips.

He swallowed, eyes darkening slightly at the thought, "Alright..."

"Night Richard... I love you." Grace blinked. "And if you don't call your Ma back, I'll beat you. I won't have her thinking I didn't give you a message."

"Ooh... a beating..." He smiled, kissing the corner of her mouth before rolling onto his side, "I love you too."

She kissed him back before turning onto her side, facing away from him. "Mm."

He spooned up behind her, pulling the blankets over them, "Good night, Love."

"Night."
- 14
- 15
- 16
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Romantic Executions: Continued