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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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Alex rolled his eyes as Jesse tugged on the leash, whining. Jesse's nose was to the ground, and his tail wasn't wagging. Alex frowned, letting Jesse pull him to the tree that he, Michele, Bonnie and the afore-mentioned beast had sat the day before.

His frown deepened as he realized that, not only was there no blanket, there was no sign of Michele or Bonnie. Jesse whined again, pawing at the tree. The stripper waited impatiently as Jesse marked the tree, circled it, and marked it again. When Jesse was finished, Alex started in the direction that he thought was Michele's apartment.

It didn't take him long to get thoroughly lost, and he doubled back, cursing under his breath. Which building was it? They all looked the same...

He stepped into a parking lot, glancing at the cars idly. A relieved smile split his face as he caught sight of Jason's truck. The tight knot of anxiety in his stomach loosened slightly, and he started up the stairs, Jesse in tow.

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Michele sighed, blinking wearily at the TV before blowing her nose again. Ow. Evil tissues... evil cold... Bonnie whimpered, scratching at the door. "No, Bonnie..."

An answering scratch and whine was heard, then a knock.

Blinking, Michele stood. "Coming..." She sniffed, holding Bonnie back as she undid the lock and pulled open the door.

Jesse woofed, trying to get at Bonnie as another relieved smile split Alex's face. "Hi."

"Ale'..." She coughed, then tried to say his name again. "I'm sorry..." She wiped halfheartedly at her running nose. "I couldn't fin' you nummer..."

"It's okay." Alex took in her pajama pants, large t-shirt, and running nose and nodded. "If you can keep Jesse for twenty minutes, I'll come back with soup."

Jesse jerked at his leash, finally managing to lick Bonnie's face.

Bonnie yipped happily, adding her tongue to the licking.

Michele blinked. "But.... you don't ha'e to..."

He shrugged, tightening his grip on Jesse's leash, "I want to, though."

She sniffed again, swallowing. "You're sweet..."

He smiled slightly, "You've told me that before. Can you keep the Beast for a while? I'll be right back."

She nodded. "Come in Jesse...." She pushed Bonnie back who whined.

Jesse strained to follow, and Alex handed Michele the leash. "Any soup you'd prefer?"

"Chicken noodle..." Michele licked her lips. "Give me a second... I'll give you some Money..."

He shook his head, "You don't need to. Just sit and relax. I'll be right back."

"Are you sure?" She pushed her hair back before wiping her red nose again.

"Very." He smiled, already moving away from the door.

"Thank you." She swallowed, watching him disappear down the hall. She sighed, closing the door and turning to Jesse, unhooking his leash. "Go lay down..."

Bonnie yipped happily, leading him over to her doggy bed in the corner.

Jesse wagged his tail, laying down next to Bonnie with a happy woof.

Michele swallowed, flopping down on the couch for the rest of the Scooby Doo marathon on Boom.

Alex knocked twenty-five minutes later, cradling a large carton of soup and a plastic spoon in the crook of his elbow.

"Alex?"

"Yeah."

"Come in..." She sighed, blowing her nose again.

He opened the door, stepping inside and shutting it again. "Feeling any better?"

"Mm. Meds are kicking in." She swallowed. "I think Jesse thinks he's movin' in..."

He glanced over at the dog, who blinked at him, tail wagging slowly. Alex rolled his eyes again, moving over to Michele. "He probably does... when did you get sick? We were together most of yesterday..."

"I woke up all stuffy." She smiled. "Have a seat..."

He sat next to her, popping open the soup and setting the lid on the coffee table.

"Why are you spoiling me?" She licked her lips, smelling the soup.

"Because I can." He smiled slightly, handing her the spoon.

She blinked. "Alex?"

"Yeah?"

"What if you get sick?"

"Then I get sick." He shrugged.

"ALEX!" She smacked him. "No!"

He rubbed his chest, wincing, "Ow... what? If I get sick, then I'm sick."

She sighed. "Expect lots of soup and brownies."

His lips quirked, "But that's only if I get sick..."

"Pain in the bum..." She smiled at him, wiping her nose. "Sorry I didn't call."

"It's okay. I managed to get here, barely."

"Mm." She looked at the soup, picking it up. "You didn't get anything for yourself."

"I'm not hungry or anything." He shrugged, watching the dogs.

Bonnie yawned widely, resting her head on Jesse's.

"You sure?" She took a bite of the soup.

He nodded, looking back at Michele, "Yeah."

She rolled her eyes at him. "I guess you won't care about the brownies in the kitchen then-"

"Brownies? And I spoil you?" He smiled.

She blushed slightly, taking another bite from her soup as Bonnie nipped Jesse's ear.

Jesse rolled onto his back, looking up at Bonnie.

"I'm going to go steal one of your brownies, if you don't mind.'

"You're not hungry though."

Bonnie licked Jesse, resting her head on his tummy.

"For one of your brownies, I think I'll develop an appetite."

She smiled. "It's fine. Have as many as you'd like."

"Thanks." He smiled back, making his way to the small kitchen.

Michele sipped her soup, snuggling into the couch.

Alex came back out, munching idly on a brownie.

She smiled, licking her lips. "This is good soup. Thanks."

"You're welcome." He smiled back, moving to sit next to her on the couch again.

She yawned, waving the spoon at the TV. "Do you like Scooby?"

He nodded, settling comfortably on the couch, "Scooby's great."

"Great."

They sat in silence for a moment, "Michele?"

"Yeah?"

"Can I look at some of your other drawings?"

She blinked. "Um... sure."

"Now?" He finished his brownie, looking over at her.

She nodded, setting her soup on the coffee table before standing. "I'll grab some of my sketch books."

He watched her disappear into the bedroom, and glanced at the dogs. Jesse wagged his tail, thumping it on the ground.

Bonnie licked her lips before standing and padding over to get her ears scratched.

Alex shook his head, smiling slightly as he scratched Bonnie's ears. "Spoiled brat..."

Bonnie woofed at him, resting her head on his knee as Michele came back, carrying five black sketchbooks.

Alex looked up at Michele, blinking at the books, "How long have you been drawing?"

"Since I was ten." She smiled, edging past Bonnie.

"Wow." He smiled as she settled next to him.

"Wow?" She furrowed her brow, handing them to him. "The pictures are dated. Most of them suck."

He opened the first book to a fairly recent sketch of the park, "I highly doubt they suck."

"I think I know my own... barely there talent." She picked up the soup again.

He shook his head, turning the page.

She looked at Bonnie who was starting to whine. "Go bug your boyfriend. My Alex."

Alex smiled, "Oh... I've been claimed."

She blinked. "Do you mean before or...?" She blushed. "Sorry."

He shook his head slightly, "It's okay." He turned the page, looking at a detailed sketch of Bonnie. "You claimed me. Makes me feel special." He glanced at her, grinning.

"You're special to start with." Michele finished off her soup, muting the TV as Daphne screamed.

"Oh?" He quirked a brow, turning the page again.

"Of course you were."

"Why do you say that?"

"Because it's true." Michele glanced at the next picture and jerked the sketchbook away.

Alex blinked, "What...?"

She blushed. "You... really don't want to... see this."

He blinked again, "What is it?"

"Um..."

"Can I see it? Please?"

She handed him the notebook before falling over and hiding her face in the couch.

The picture staring up at him seemed to be... her. And him. In the sort of embrace that, judging by the way she was acting, she had not yet experienced.

She covered her head with her arms, whimpering.

"This is really good." The slight smile was evident in his voice, despite his best efforts to keep it out.

She blinked, glancing at him. "What?"

"It's good."

The picture was done in pencil, details blurred slightly. In the picture, she was arching her back into him, and he struggled not to imagine exactly what the picture-him was doing to get such a reaction.

She blinked again, sitting up. "It's... smutty..."

"Uh huh. And? It's good."

"Well... it's... it's you... and..."

"It's still good, Michele."

She pushed her hair back. "Then you... won't mind the next one?"

"Probably not."

She watched as he turned the page, his eyes widening. This picture was more detailed, as she leaned over him. Alex was on his back, in much the same pose as he'd been before, and she was brushing her lips over him, her nude form willowy and exact, down to the little butterfly tattoo on her hip. "Um."

Alex swallowed, his mouth suddenly dry. "This one's good too..."

She blushed. "It's-"

"I like it better than the last one, personally." He looked up from the picture, swallowing again. Dammit... She was sick, and it was too soon!

"Oh. Um. Can I ask why?"

"I don't know... it seems more..." He bit his lip, "Real?"

"Oh. You... don't think it's gross?" Michele swallowed.

"No." He shook his head , meeting her gaze.

She licked her lips. "Ah." Her breath hitched.

He swallowed, biting his lower lip, "Ah?"

"I thought I'd change it up from 'oh'."

"Sounds like a plan."

She stared at his mouth for a second before swallowing. "That's... the last of those."

"Oh." He licked his lips, glancing down at the sketch again, then back up at her.

"What are you thinking?"

"That it's too early in this relationship for me to be thinking what I am, that you've got a cold, and seriously considering ignoring both of those but I really don't think I should." He shut the book slowly, "And that didn't make any sense, did it?"

"It did... but... if I can think it to draw those... isn't it unfair that you can't?" Michele shifted so she was kneeling.

"It might be, but if I start to think like that, I'll have trouble not acting on the thoughts."

"Oh." She licked her lips again.

He nodded, very glad that the sketchbook was in his lap, "Yeah. So..."

"I don't know." She shifted again, sitting. "Why are you holding it like that?"

"Because I've developed a... problem." He smiled slightly.

She blushed, ducking her head. "Oops."

He reached over, tilting her head back up, "It's not your fault."

"It's not exactly not my fault either." She bit her lip.

He brushed the back of his fingers over her cheek, smiling slightly, "Alright, you've got a point."

"Actually... you do."

His smile widened, "That too."

She pushed her hair back, leaning towards him only to have Jesse growl at her. Michele jumped, then sneezed.

Alex sighed, glaring at the dog as a knock sounded on the door.

Michele sneezed again, grabbing a tissue, waving for Alex to get the door.

Alex set aside the sketchbook, ignoring the pinch in his pants as he stood, moving over to the door.

Jason's face split into a wicked grin as the door opened, "Alex!"

Michele blew her nose, tossing the tissue into the trash as Jesse growled again.

Jason sighed, looking around Alex at the dog, "Mutt, shut it."

Alex shook his head, "What do you want, Jason?"

"Oh. Yeah. I need to use the bathroom again. The other neighbors aren't home..."

Michele sighed, standing. "When is your bathroom being fixed?" She scratched Jesse's ears. "Go lay down with Bonnie."

"It's supposed to be fixed on Monday." Jason watched Jesse slink over to the other vizsla, obviously displeased.

Michele nodded. "Let me go make sure it's... safe.'

Bonnie licked Jesse, nuzzling his face.

Jason grinned as Michele disappeared into the bathroom, "What's your excuse this time, Alex?"

Alex shrugged, "Haven't got one yet."

The werewolf pouted, "Aw, now... That's no fun."

Jesse woofed softly, letting Bonnie lick him.

Michele came back out. "Alright. Nothing embarrassing. Go ahead. And this time... put the seat down."

"Yes, Mother." Jason smiled, moving towards the bathroom. Jesse growled as he passed, and Jason rolled his eyes.

Michele put her hands on her hips. "Mother? You're old compared to me."

Bonnie nipped at Jesse.

"Yeah, but you ooze maternal warmth." Jason winked, shutting the bathroom door behind him.

She furrowed her brow, blinking. "I do?"

Alex shrugged, "I wouldn't know."

"Weird... weird neighbor." She looked at Alex, managing a smile. "Good news though."

"Good news?" His lips quirked.

"I'm feeling better."

Alex smiled, "That's good."

"Mm." She moved, hugging him. "Thanks for the soup."

He wrapped his arms around her, returning the hug, "You're welcome."

"Mm." She sighed, resting her head on his chest.

He rested his head on hers, "You should probably get some sleep."

"Should... probably won't."

"Should I put you to bed, then?"

She swallowed. "After... Mr. Schuyler leaves..."

Jason flushed, coming out after washing his hands, "Leaving, promise."

She jerked away from Alex, blushing.

Jason shook his head, grinning, "Right, well... See you later Alex."

"Bye Jason."

Jesse growled low in his throat as the door shut behind Jason.

Bonnie barked at him, moving to the couch.

Michele pushed her hair back. "He's... horrid."

Alex shrugged, "He's loud, and obnoxious, but horrid? Maybe."

Jesse whined, following her to the couch.

"I mean... embarrassing me... all the time..."

Bonnie growled at him, refusing to look at the other dog.

"He's good for that." Alex's lips quirked.

Jesse whimpered, tail dropping.

"I suppose." She bit her lip as Bonnie ignored Jesse further.

Jesse whined, nudging Bonnie's side with his nose.

"You need to sleep if you're going to get better, you know."

Michele met Alex's gaze again. "Yeah."

Bonnie sighed, looking at the other red beast.

"Are you going to go to sleep, or am I going to have to make you?" A spark of mischief danced in his hazel eyes, and he smiled slightly.

Jesse licked Bonnie's face apologetically.

She smiled back. "Make me."

Bonnie rolled, giving Jesse her belly.

Alex grinned, stepping towards her, "I will."

Jesse licked Bonnie's tummy, nuzzling it, his tail wagging slightly.

Bonnie made a content noise, closing her eyes.

"You can't..."

Alex smiled, "Can't I?" He picked her up, her knees draped over one of his arms and the other supporting her back.

She shrieked, grabbing him. "Alex!'

"Yes?" He smiled slightly, moving toward the bedroom.

"You... you..." She shook a bit, hiding her face in his neck.

He paused, holding her tighter to him, "Are you alright?" Alright, maybe this wasn't the best plan...

She nodded. "Just... heights..."

He bit his lip. Oops. "Ah... I'm sorry." He set her back on her feet, looking sheepish.

She swallowed. "It's okay. You didn't know..."

He smoothed a hand down her back, "I'm still sorry."

She kissed his jaw. "Don't be."

"I'll try not to be." He shivered, his hand stopping above the swell of her bum.

Her breath hitched. "I mean... you're only an inch taller..."

His lips quirked slightly, "Mmhmm... Now, you have this whole sleep thing you need to do..."

"You still haven't made me."

He took her hand, leading her back to the bedroom, "Any particular way I can make you sleep?"

She shrugged. "I... don't know."

"Mm... I'll think of something."

She swallowed as he pushed her gently towards the bed. "Like?"

He shrugged, "I'm making it up as I go." He nudged the door shut with his foot.

"Ah. Fun..." She bit her lip.

He moved toward her slowly, giving her time to move away if she wanted to. "There's that 'ah' again..."

She stayed still, watching him. "I'm sorry... just... don't know what to say..."

He stopped in front of her, "Ah."

She poked his tummy. "Brat.."

He caught her finger, smiling slightly, "Maybe."

"Got a plan yet? Cause... I'm not tired."

He pulled her closer, "I might."

She shivered, meeting his hazel eyes. "Might?"

"Alright, I do, but I'm not sure if it will work." His arm slipped around her waist.

"What... what is it?"

He brushed his lips over hers, "You'll see."

"Oh." She licked her lips, swallowing.

His lips brushed over hers again, before pressing a gentle kiss to the corner of her mouth.

"Alex..." She turned her head, her lips brushing back over his.

He pressed his lips to hers, pulling her up against him.

Michele gripped his shoulders as his lips coaxed hers into a response.

His tongue darted out, sliding along her full bottom lip.

She parted her lips slowly, tilting her head.

He deepened the kiss leisurely, his tongue brushing against hers.

She slid her arms around his neck, letting her tongue caress his.

He swallowed, his eyes drifting shut as they kissed.

She slid her hand over his back, slowly pulling back, gasping for air.

Alex's eyes opened slowly, his back muscles tightening under her hand.

She panted, burying her face in the crook of his neck. "Mm..."

"Tired at all?" He asked, voice slightly husky.

"No... very... very... awake." She lifted her head, licking her lips.

He brushed his lips over hers again, "Should we try something else then?"

"O...okay." She bit her lip, staring into his darkened eyes.

His hand slipped into her shirt, her skin warm under his fingers.

She jumped, her eyes widening. Oh... his hands felt hot.

His hands spread flat against her back, and he leaned down, catching her lips with his.

She parted her lips for him, torn between concentrating on the kiss or on his hands.

His hand slid up, caressing her skin as he deepened the kiss.

She gasped, shivering as she tilted her head.

His hand paused, and he broke the kiss, trailing his mouth down her jaw.

Michele licked her lips, trying not to moan or something equally embarrassing.

His hand slid around, resting under her breast. He nipped gently, soothing it with his tongue.

She mewed softly despite herself, squeezing her eyes shut.

He smiled against her jaw, his hand moving up to cup her breast.

She cried out, grabbing at him at the unfamiliar sensation.

He kissed her jaw, his thumb brushing across her nipple.

"Alex..." She gripped his shirt, unsure whether she wanted more of his touch or if she wanted to pull away, the feeling was so intense.

He swallowed, pressing his face into her neck, "I can stop, if you want me to..."

"N...no..." She shivered. "But... I think... I need to sit..."

"Bed's right behind you..." He pressed a gentle kiss to her neck.

She glanced over her shoulder, slowly sitting. "Bit distracted..."

"Mm... sorry..." He pushed her gently back onto the bed, leaning over her, "Tell me when you want me to stop..."

Michele swallowed. "Okay..."

He kissed a line down the column of her throat, the pad of his thumb teasing her nipple into tautness.

"Alex..." His name low... near a whimper. "I... it feels..."

He made an encouraging noise against her neck.

She moaned, arching her back as she slid a hand into his hair.

He smiled, moving his hand to her other breast.

It felt like little hidden strings were pulling tight from her nipples to her womb, and heat and wetness were pooling between her thighs. She whimpered, biting her lip.

He raised his head, watching her face as his fingers teased her nipple.

Her eyes were dark, nearly the color of cobalt as she pressed into his hand. "Alex..."

He brushed his lips over hers, "Mm?" His fingers tweaked her nipple gently.

She gasped, blinking. "It's... Mm..."

He pushed her shirt up, trailing his mouth down to her breast.

She gasped again, looking down to where his mouth was touching her small, needy breasts.

He pulled a swollen nub into his mouth, teasing it with his tongue.

She cried out, grabbing at him as she arched her back.

He smiled against her. Several tricks to mimic the picture... He sucked gently at the nub, curious as to her reaction.

She whimpered, her hands fisting in his shirt as a curious tightening occurred between her thighs.

He switched nipples, applying the same torture to it as the first.

Michele pressed her legs together, moaning again. Lord... it felt so good... and so horrible at the same time... her body tightened further, as if she would explode.

Alex scraped his teeth over her nipple experimentally, soothing it with his tongue.

Michele cried out, surprised as her body began to throb and quake, her back arching.

He pulled back, looking down into her slightly flushed face. Well... that was interesting.

She panted, relaxing slowly against the mattress. "What...?"

He moved, laying on his side and resting a hand on her stomach, "I think you had an orgasm." He smiled slightly, leaning forward and pressing a kiss to her temple.

She blinked at him. "But... you never touched..."

He shrugged, "It's possible to climax without being really touched, it just depends on how sensitive your body is to being touched."

"Oh..." She bit her lip, blushing slightly. "Thank you."

"You're welcome." His lips quirked, "How are you feeling?"

"Like a puddle of goo... yourself?"

"Excellent..." He brushed his lips over hers, "Are you tired?"

"Not really." She smiled. "Actually... I feel rather... hyper."

He smiled back, "Oh really?"

Michele nodded. "Mmhm."

"Any idea of how to get rid of your hyperness?"

She blushed darkly. "Er... not that... bad me... I mean... we... could walk the dogs."

His lips twitched, "Alright."

"Alex?"

"Yeah?"

She swallowed. "Someday... you'll let me... touch you, right?"

He nodded, eyes darkening at the thought.

She brushed a kiss over his lips, "Thank you..."

He kissed the corner of her mouth, "You're welcome... I think."

She frowned. "What do you mean?"

"You thank me for the oddest things, that's all."

"I don't get it... oddest things?" Michele tilted her head.

He shook his head, "Never mind. I don't think I'm making sense."

"No... no... I just... what do I thank you for that's... odd?"

"This last one, mostly."

"Why shouldn't I thank you about that?" She sat up slightly, merely curious.

He shrugged, watching her shirt drop, "It just sounds odd. Kind of."

"Mm. I suppose you're right." She smiled at him.

He blinked, smiling back, "If we're going to walk the dogs, you'll have to change. So I'll be out in the living room." He stood from the bed.

Michele shook her head, standing as well. "Don't want me seen in public in my jammies?"

He brushed a quick kiss over her lips, "Don't want anyone to get any ideas. Including me." He grinned.

She blushed. "Oh."

"Mm... I'll be in the living room." He moved towards the door.

Michele changed hurriedly into a nice broom skirt and peasant top, and gave her hair a quick brushing before she joined him.

He had Bonnie and Jesse ready when she reached him, "Which Beast do you want?"

"I'll take mine. She's calmer." Michele smiled at him.

He mock pouted, before grinning. "Fine, fine..." He handed her Bonnie's leash.

She hugged him before she slid on her sandals. "Good."

He smiled, hugging her back. He let go reluctantly as Jesse woofed.

Bonnie licked the other dog before scratching at the door.

Alex shook his head, eyes amused, "Honestly, you'd think they were expecting a walk or something..." Jesse barked in answer.

Michele laughed softly. "Thanks, Alex... for coming over. I feel tons better." She opened the door and Bonnie nearly dragged her into the hall.

Jesse followed at a slower pace, glaring up at Jason as the wolf stepped out of his apartment.

"Hello, Jason." Michele greeted him cheerfully. Bonnie yipped.

Jason smiled, "Hello Michele. And Bonnie, Alex, and Jesse."

Alex's lips quirked, "Sure. Put me with the dogs..."

Jason just grinned.

"It's okay Alex..." Michele smiled. "I'll just bake you more brownies."

Alex smiled, "Yay!"

Jason shook his head, shutting his apartment door behind himself. He caught a breath of their scent and blinked. Huh. Sex was definitely there, but only on Michele. Alex was clean as far as sex-smell went. The dogs... stunk of it. He fought the urge to roll his eyes, looking down at Jesse, "She's already pregnant, Mutt. You can stop now."

Jesse growled, doggy-glaring at him.

Bonnie yipped, nipping Jesse's ear.

Michele blinked. "You mean they... oh for Pete's sake..."After a second, she frowned. "How'd you know that?"

Jason looked up at her, "Surprised you didn't ask sooner, really." He smiled cheekily, "I'm a werewolf, but don't tell anyone. I could lose my apartment and be forced to move in with Alex."

Alex shook his head, "You would not move in with me, Wolfie."

"Aw..." Jason pouted.

Michele nodded slowly. "Alrighty. Fun for you." She glanced at Alex. "You're non-furry, right? Not that I mind... but..."

Bonnie yipped, tugging at the leash.

Alex's lips quirked, "I'm happily not furry."

Jason tapped his chin, "Hmm... Alex furry... there's an image."

"Yeah, yeah..." Michele rolled her eyes. "I'm seeing... a teddy bear... for both of you." Bonnie whimpered again.

Jason glanced down at Bonnie, "I'd suggest getting outside."

“Alright... nice seeing you, Jason."

"You too Michele. See you later, Alex." Jason shook his head, watching them disappear down the hall. He glanced at his watch. Okay... four pm. Asher would probably be awake. Jason sighed, moving down the hall. Time for the before-night job! Room service!

Asher opened his eyes in the darkness of his coffin. He could feel the sun burning. It was early... 4:30 at the latest. Soon... he was leaving. Going to have his surgeries... to be made whole... maybe.

Jason knocked on Asher's door, contemplating on how wise it would be to just open it.

The Master vampire sighed, opening his coffin and sitting up. "Just a moment..."

"I've got two moments, no rush." Jason tucked his hands in his pockets, unsure of how to treat the vampire after... everything.

Asher dressed quickly in a fine pair of linen trousers, the fabric making it clear he wore nothing else before he tugged a lace shirt on. Merde.

Jason bit his lip as Asher opened the door. "Hi."

"Bonjour, Jason. Entre vous..."

He stepped inside, smiling slightly, "Thanks." Wow, way to feel insecure!

Asher shrugged, stepping back. "You must forgive me... I've just... awaken."

Jason nodded, "I figured that." He glanced at Asher out of the corner of his eye, blinking as he caught sight of the pants. No one had the right to look that yummy.

"I will brush my hair... please... get comfortable."

"'Kay." The werewolf moved over to the disgustingly red couch and sat, looking faintly confused. Asher was being civil. Nice, even, but he didn't seem to really be there. Jason bit back a sigh. Who was he to judge? Honestly, being empty was a normal pastime.

"I am leaving... shortly to go to California."

"Oh."

"Oui. Thus your... services... will not be needed." Asher set down his brush, tying back his hair.

Jason bit his lip, looking at the floor. He had to choose a harsh word, didn't he? "Okay."

"Jason?"

He looked up at the vampire, "Yeah?"

Asher opened his mouth to respond, then shook his head. "Non. I shall not trample your feelings. You are free to tell me what you wish, but I shall not pry."

Jason let go of his lip, "What's the question? I don't have to answer if I don't want to."

"I... after I said I would not need your services... ah. I've used the wrong word, non?"

"Um... kinda? 'Services' is just onion-y and yeah..."

"Onion-y?" Asher frowned.

"It's from a movie. It just has layers."

"I meant no offense..." The vampire tilted his head. "Merely that you would not have to endure my... bite."

Jason frowned, "Your bite isn't an obligation or anything. It's just the last one was..."

"Ah." Asher looked directly at him. "I am sorry. I should not have over stepped that line. Rest assured it will not happen again."

Jason bit his lip, sinking back into the couch, "It wasn't... I..." The wolf shut his eyes, trying not to shiver under the intensity of Asher's gaze.

The vampire sighed, sitting next to him. "Oui?"

"I let you cross it, didn't I?" He blinked open his eyes, glancing over at Asher, "I didn't stop it, or tell you to..." He bit his lip, looking back down at the floor.

"You were also under my power. It was not a choice... not really..."

Jason sighed, resting his elbows on his knees and his head in his hands, "So try something when I'm not. It's the only way to really see..."

Asher blinked. "Pardon moi?"

Jason glanced at the vampire from the corner of his eye again, "Try something when I'm not rolled. See what happens. Think of it as a field test or something."

"What... what do you mean, 'try something?'" Asher accent was thick.

"Um..." Jason swallowed, "Just a kiss or something..." Was this seriously him? Suggesting that to Asher? He'd lost his mind. Completely lost it.

"Non... Mon Loup... you would not like..."

"How do you know if you don't try?"

Merde... what happened to 'I'll never...' The vampire swallowed, leaning forward and brushing a chaste kiss over Jason's lips. "Satisfied?"

Jason licked his lips, raising his head and shaking it. "Not really..."

Asher closed his eyes and counted to ten. "Alright. Let me know when you wish me to stop, non?"

"Okay." A burst of sudden nervousness and anticipation spread through him, and Jason swallowed.

Asher cupped the side of the wolf's face, brushing his lips teasingly over Jason's again and again before applying more pressure.

Jason's eyes shut, and his lips parted slightly. This wasn't bad... Why had Asher been so hesitant?

Asher traced the seem of Jason's lips with his tongue, seeking entrance.

His lips parted further, and he raised his hands to Asher's shoulders, shivering.

Asher deepened the kiss, teasing and exploring.

A small mewl rose in Jason's throat, and he met Asher's tongue with his own.

The Vampire struggled not to pull Jason closer, a low purr rising in his chest. Merde... he did taste like home...

Jason's head tilted slightly, allowing Asher to deepen the kiss further as his hands slid down the vampire's back.

Asher shivered, his hand sliding into Jason's carefully mussed and gelled hair.

Jason pulled back slightly, gasping for breath and opening his eyes.

Asher stared at the wolf, licking his lips. "Merci..."

Jason swallowed, brushing his lips over Asher's, "Thank you too... that's..."

"Hm?"

"Can't describe it." Jason licked his lips, tasting Asher there.

"Good or bad speechlessness, Mon - Jason."

Jason's brow furrowed slightly, "Good speechlessness." Why was he suddenly 'Jason' again? Was it legal for vampires to be this confusing?

Asher smoothed a hand over Jason's brow. "Do not frown. You're too lovely for that."

Jason shivered, from the slight chill in Asher's hand or the vampire's voice, he wasn't sure. "Mmkay..."

The vampire's lips quirked. "I hate to ask..."

"Ask what?"

"What... now?"

Jason swallowed, shrugging slightly, "Um..."

Asher sat up straight, away from the wolf and placed his hands on his knees. Um? The bloody wolf was-

Jason frowned, "Asher... what's wrong? I'm..." He sighed, "Incredibly confused..."

"Oui. As am I."

Jason bit his slightly kiss-swollen lip, "What do you want to do now?"

"I do not know, Jason... that is up to you." Asher shook his head. "And it seems you have not thought this through, merely acted, despite the pain it could cause us both."

Jason bit his tongue, trying to control a surge of anger. He wasn't the only one who'd acted! He took a calming breath, then another, "Impulsiveness is a trait of mine. I don't know what you want me to say... I know that that kiss was definitely one of the best I've ever had, and I wouldn't mind a replay, but you're confusing the hell out of me right now. And why am I suddenly back to Jason?"

Asher sighed. "Mon Loup is rather personal, non? And I had assumed you would have thought this through. Je suis désolé."

Jason's shoulders slumped slightly, and he shut his eyes, "I'm sorry... I'm being an ass again." He blinked open his eyes, "Do you have an opinion on this? And I like Mon Loup. It's spiffier than Jason." The wolf offered Asher a small smile.

Asher's lips quirked. "All right... Mon Loup it is. And an opinion? I... will take what you want to give me. Nothing more."

"Well... If we continued in a..." He frowned slightly, "Relationship doesn't sound like the right word, but it's the only one I can think of. If we continued in a relationship-y thing, then..." He shrugged, "We could just go from there." Was he making a mistake? Maybe, maybe not. If he was, it was a mistake that could kiss like no other mistake he'd ever made.

"Relationship-y thing? Is this also from a movie?"

"No... that's just me."

"Ah. So a continued involvement with each other is something you would like?" Asher's brow furrowed.

Jason nodded, looking up at Asher.

"What would this involvement entail, Mon Loup?"

"Um... definitely more kisses." Jason smiled slightly.

Asher laughed softly. "Oui... and?"

Jason shivered, "I don't really know... We could just tell each other when we've crossed the line or something... I've never had to set rules for a relationship thinger."

"Ah." Asher bit his lip. "What is too far?"

"Well... what's too far for you? I'm a stripper. I don't have many boundaries."

The vampire laughed again, shaking his head. "Oui... and I am over 700 years old and was previously involved in a... ménage trios...."

Jason swallowed, leaning against the couch cushions, "We make quite a pair then."

"Oui." Asher tilted his head. "And what of emotions?"

Jason bit his lip, shrugging, "I can't promise anything, but I'm willing to try."

"You do realize we are going to be laughed at, non?" The vampire smiled. "Aahz will find this most humorous... as will Mon Ami..."

Jason smiled back, "Forrest will cackle like the mad hen I'm sure he is, and Alex will make up a song about it..." He grinned, "But then I get to tease them back, so it's okay."

"Do you?" Asher leaned into the back of the couch.

"Oh yeah... Alex has a girlfriend. She's my next door neighbor, and they've been doing naughty things." Jason smiled, his voice a conspiratorial whisper, "And it's only a matter of time before Forrest slips and does something stupid. Aahz you can tease about filing or her beast getting Alex's girlfriend’s dog pregnant. And Jean-Claude? Come on, look at the shirts!"

Asher coughed slightly looking down at his own clothing. "So I see..."

Jason blinked, looking at Asher's shirt. "You don't do the whole poofy collar thing, though... Not that I've seen anyway. Jean-Claude just... I'm shutting up. I'm babbling again. Oops?"

Asher laughed, brushing a kiss over Jason's lips. "Non... it is entertaining."

Jason mock pouted, "You're laughing at my babbly-ness..." Not that he minded the laughter...

"Oui. Would you not laugh if I were to babble?"

Jason's lips quirked, "Okay, you've got a point."

"Non... Mon Loup."

"No?" Jason cocked his head. "No what?"

"I have no point."

He blinked, "Why not?"

Asher shook his head. "I have been hanging around Aahz too often..."

"Me too. That's why I haven't been able to shut up unless something's covering my mouth."

The vampire chuckled. "A fine pair we make."

Jason shivered, nodding, "We're a striking pair, though, you've got to admit that. Blue eyed blondes? Who could resist?" He smiled, brushing his lips over Asher's.

"Mm... oui." Asher nipped Jason's lower lip.

Jason shivered again, licking his lips.

“I am sad.” The vampire sat back with a frown.

Jason blinked, turning to look at Asher, "Why?"

"I am leaving so soon... and it might be a while before I return..."

Jason bit his lip, frowning slightly, "Oh... how long will you be gone? Longest estimate that's understandable."

"Six Months."

"Oh." Jason's frown deepened, "I forgot to ask... Why are you going to California? Just a guess, but it's not a vacation."

Asher shook his head. "Non... never a vacation. I am... having a series of surgeries..."

Jason bit hard on his lip. Why would Asher be going in for surgeries? Well, the scars obviously... But who made him think about it? Oh Holy fuck... Understanding dawned. His comment... the other day... 'Scarred freak!' That must have... Shit.

"Mon Loup?" Asher tilted his head, concerned. "What is wrong?"

"Um... just... Did I...? Is this about the comment, the other day? 'Cause I didn't mean that and-"

The vampire placed an elegant finger across Jason's lips. "Non. You take too much credit."

"Oh." Jason swallowed, kissing the finger over his lips impulsively.

Asher's eyes darkened. "Oui..."

Jason's lips quirked slightly, and he kissed Asher's finger again, "How long have you been planning to go to California?"

"Since I first returned." Asher's gaze locked on Jason's lips. "Mon Loup..."

"Mmhmm?"

The vampire pulled his hand away. "My hands have always been..."

Jason licked his lips again, "Graceful? Beautiful? Sexy in a way that is beyond all belief?"

Asher laughed softly. "Non... despite your flattering... I meant... sensitive."

The wolf swallowed, "Oh." He blinked, a faint flush creeping up his neck, "I've been saying that a lot, haven't I?"

"Oui." Leaning forward, Asher brushed his lips over Jason's. "It is... how do you say, charming?"

"Not the word I would've gone for, but okay." Jason moved closer on the couch, brushing his lips back over Asher's.

"Mm?" He nipped the were's lower lip, sucking it into his mouth.

Jason's eyes shut, and he tilted his head up slightly. Arg. He was going to need to lose his pants before Asher had even bitten him...

Asher made a contented noise as he rested a hand on Jason's hip.

The wolf swallowed, pressing up into Asher's mouth.

He parted his lips, deepening the kiss. Merde... Thank God he had not eaten...

Jason raised a hand to Asher's shoulder, his tongue meeting the vampire's.

Asher made a small noise in his throat. It had been so long... too long...

Jason tilted his head, a low moan welling in his throat. Damn, this vampire could kiss. It was insane! In a good way!

Slipping an arm behind Jason, Asher pulled the wolf up against him as he sucked gently on the were's tongue.

Jason whimpered, pressing into Asher's mouth. Yeah... pants needed to go soon...

Asher teased him for a second before pulling back. "Merde..."

Jason blinked open his eyes, panting slightly, "Mine was going more along the lines of 'Holy fuck', but that works too."

"Mm... oui."

The wolf rested his head on Asher's shoulder, "You're... insanely good at that..."

"At what?" Asher stroked the were’s hair.

"Kissing." Jason shut his eyes, wrapping his arms around Asher's waist.

"Merci."

"You're welcome."

Asher kissed his temple. "You are good yourself..."

Jason smiled slightly, "Thanks."

"Mm." The vampire rested his head against Jason’s.

Jason blinked open his eyes, fingers toying idly with the lace on Asher's shirt. He glanced at the clock across the room, "It's five thirty..."

"Oui..."

Jason shut his eyes again, "We need to be at the club by seven. Well... I do."

"Ah." Asher furrowed his brow. "What would you like to do until then?"

"I don't know... You need to feed, eventually..."

"When you are ready, Mon Loup." Asher shifted, nipping at Jason's jaw.

Jason shivered, opening his eyes, "Breakfast in bed, served all hours. No seasonings required, and you have your own cutlery! I'm ready."

Asher blinked. "I do not understand..."

Jason smiled slightly, turning his head to look at the vampire, "It's nothing... just off a hotel ad."

"Ah." Asher brushed his lips over the were's. "You clash with my couch..."

Jason's smile widened, and he returned the brush of lips, "Blue jeans never went with vibrant red anyway. Maybe we should move, and I can stop inflicting clashing colors on your couch."

"Is it not the couch's fault?" Asher's lips quirked.

Jason shrugged, reaching up and tracing the quirk in Asher's lips, "Could be."

The vampire shivered. "Mm..." He parted his lips, sucking the callused finger into his mouth.

Jason's eyes darkened, and he watched Asher's face. Stupid pants. Maybe he should just lose them. Save himself and the couch...

Asher stroked the digit with his tongue, his eyes heavy with lust.

The wolf shut his eyes, swallowing hard.

The vampire slowly released his hand, swallowing. "Mon Loup..."

Jason opened his eyes, "Mm?"

"I... need to feed. I'm sorry..."

"It's okay... should we move to the bedroom or?"

"Or we could endeavor to ruin this ugly couch..." Asher smiled. "Your choice..."

"How's the lock on your door?" Jason smiled slightly back.

"Functioning."

"Death to the couch." Jason grinned.

Asher laughed softly as he stood. "Preferred method?"

Jason shrugged, shivering, "Anyway you want to."

"It is your choice..."

"Staining it works... That'd be easier."

"Staining it how, Mon Loup?" Asher's eyes were hot.

"Guess." Jason swallowed.

"Ah." Asher licked his lips as he locked the door.

Jason's locked on Asher's movements, "Ah?"

"Mon Loup... I have had... an.. how do you say...?"

"A what?"

"Image. An image in my head..." Asher swallowed, the vision of Jason dancing in his mind nearly making him weak.

"Oh. Of what?" Jason stood from the couch.

"You dancing." Asher shrugged. "A lovely picture, non?"

"Depends..." Jason smiled slightly, "Do you want me to?"

"You would dance for me?" The vampire seemed stunned.

"Yeah." Jason blinked, "Why wouldn't I?"

"It is... your job... it'd be understandable if you didn't wish..."

Jason moved over to him, "I don't mind..."

Asher smiled. "Merci, Mon Loup."

"What kind of dance do you want?"

"Your dancing, Mon Loup. The rest is yours to choose..."

"Do we have any music or anything?"

"Oui." Asher led him over to the elaborate stereo system in the corner. "I do not know how to... work it."

Jason smiled, hitting the 'on' button. It whirred to life, blinking the time at them. The wolf bit his lip, "Do you have any CD's?" He glanced up at the vampire.

"Oui... if these are...?" Asher opened a small cabinet next to the player.

Jason smiled again, "Thanks." He scanned CD titles. He pulled out one labeled 'Mix' and blinked at the songs in front of him. 'Meet Virginia' by Train... 'This Love' Maroon Five... 'My December' Linkin Park, not to mention seventeen more. Huh. What was a seven hundred year old vampire doing with music like this? He probably got it from Aahz. Jason opened the top, setting the CD carefully inside.

Asher tilted his head. "Hmm... ah. Aahz gave me that earlier... I did not know how to listen... and Mon Ami distracted her from showing me..."

Jason shook his head, smiling slightly as the CD started. "I bet he did... I'll show you later."

"Merci." Asher pulling the tie from his hair.

Jason flipped through the songs until My December filtered through the speakers. He nodded at Asher, and moved to the empty middle of the room.

"Should I sit?"

"If you want to." Jason's hips found the steady pulse of the song, and he settled into it.

Asher nodded, flopping elegantly down onto the ugly red couch.

Jason let his eyes shut halfway, and began moving with the music. His fingers toyed idly with the hem of his t-shirt, and started to slide down his leg.

"Merde..." Asher's voice was soft, hungry... and not for blood.

The wolf nearly shivered, bringing his other hand up to slip into his shirt. He pulled his shirt up and over his head as the music swelled, and he tossed it to the side, fingers splaying over his abdomen.

The vampire closed his eyes for a moment, his power leaking into the room, warmth.

Jason licked his lips, his hand sliding slowly down his stomach. His other hand rose, fingers hardly touching the belt at his waist.

Asher swallowed, biting his lip. Mon Dieu... He fisted his hands in the soft linen of his pants.

Jason's fingers started on his belt at a painstakingly slow pace. His lips quirked into a half smirk, and he slipped out of his shoes, kicking them towards his shirt.

This was cruel... devious punishment and seduction... and Asher loved it.

The belt came free, and Jason dropped it on the floor. His hand slid over his abdomen again, the other fingering the button of his jeans.

"Merde!" Asher swore, glancing down at his now shredded pants before looking back at the amused wolf.

He was dangerously close to smiling, and Jason quirked a brow teasingly. The button came free, only the zipper and the tightness of the jeans holding up Jason's pants.

The vampire shook his head, biting his lip again. "Mon Loup..."

Jason fought the urge to smile, fingers pulling the zipper down leisurely.

Evil... bad wolf... Perhaps he'd punish the were later?

The pants eased down the wolf's hips, exposing the small thong he wore.

Asher's eyes widened, his mouth drying. "Mon Loup..."

Jason stepped out of his pants, managing to pull his socks off as he went.

The vampire raised a shaking hand, pushing his hair back.

Jason's hips gyrated, fingers tracing the thong lazily.

Asher stood before he could think, moving behind the wolf and dancing with him.

Jason leaned his head back against Asher's chest, looking up at the vampire.

Asher place his hands on Jason hips, nuzzling his neck.

Jason shivered, his eyes shutting. "The song's going to end soon..." He said softly.

"I care not for the music..." Asher nipped his softly.

He turned to face the vampire, hands sliding against Asher's chest. "Oh?"

He shivered. "Non... you..."

Jason leaned up, brushing his lips over the vampire's. "You need to feed..."

"Oui..." Asher pressed against the hard wolf, nipping at his lower lip.

His eyes widened, and he wasn't sure when he'd reopened them, "Asher..." The vampire's name came out in a hiss of breath, and Jason swallowed.

"Rolled or...?"

Jason slid his hand down Asher's chest, "Either way... I don't care..."

"I can make it pleasurable either way..." Asher gasped. "My God... I will need to remove these trousers before... or..."

Jason's lips twitched slightly, "Or...?"

"I shall be very uncomfortable upon feeding."

Jason's hand stopped on Asher's abdomen, and he looked up at Asher, "You should get out of those pants then."

"You could help me..." The vampire shivered, the muscle on his abdomen tightening.

"I could." Jason let his hand fall to Asher's fly, and he paused.

"Please..."

Jason's fingers started on the buttons that made up Asher's fly, and soon the pants were hanging open.

The vampire shuddered, pushing them down.

Jason looked up at Asher again, "So...couch?"

"Oui..."Asher smiled briefly, snapping the strap on the thong.

Jason stuck his tongue out at the vampire, rubbing the slight red mark, "Hey..."

"Hey? What?" Asher's look was one of innocence.

Jason poked him, "That's not fair..."

"Why? Because I do not wear such an... undergarment?"

"Maybe..." The wolf moved toward the couch, mock pouting.

Asher sighed. "Now, now.... I was merely trying to show that you are still dressed while I am nude..."He blinked, glancing down at his shirt and pulling it off. "Well... I am now, non?"

Jason laughed, pulling off his thong, "So am I."

Asher stilled, his eyes locked on the wolf's erection. "Mon Loup..."

"Yeah?" Jason quirked a brow.

"I had not realized..."

"Thongs can hide a lot."

"Apparently..." The vampire met Jason's gaze. "May I feed?"

Jason nodded, sitting down on the couch.

Asher sat with him, pushing his hair back. "One... question first."

Jason looked over at him, "Okay."

"Are you... do you prefer top or bottom?"

"Either."

Asher nodded, smiling. "Good."

Jason smiled slightly back, "How do you want me positioned?"

Asher leaned back against the couch, lifting the wolf so that he straddled him. "How is this?"

He shivered, offering Asher a smile, "This is good."

"Oui." Asher swallowed, feeling the other man's hardened member against his abdomen. Licking his lips, the vampire brushed them over Jason's.

Jason returned the brush of lips before tilting his head, giving Asher access to his throat.

Asher teased him, his lips brushing here and there before he sucked the throbbing pulse into his mouth, biting down as his hand gripped Jason's member.

The moan that erupted from Jason's throat was one of both pain and pleasure. His eyes shut, and his hands rose to grip Asher's shoulders.

Blood filled Asher's mouth as he sucked, tasting... hyper? and happy, if a bit unsure. Hm... the depression was nowhere to be found. Asher's hand stroked, his thumb circling the tip of Jason's hardness. Steel covered with velvet...

"God..." Jason pressed against Asher's hand, moaning. The bite hurt, but it merely added to the intensity of the situation.

Asher's touch was expert, and within minutes he was teasing Jason to the point of release... only to pull back at the last second and nearly bring him again. Blood was circulating again, and his member hardened between them.

"Asher..." Jason's tone was pleading, and his hand slid tentatively down Asher's chest to brush against the vampire's erection.

Asher jerked, guiding Jason's hand down to cup him as he began to ease back from the bite.

Jason gripped Asher's member, feeling it stiffen further under his hand. He swallowed as Asher took a last pull on the bite before releasing the were's neck.

The vampire kissed the wounds shut, lapping up the final traces of blood before raising his head. "Mon Loup..."

Jason blinked open his eyes, licking his lips, "Mm?"

"Merci..." Asher stroked him again, brushing his lips along the were's jaw.

Jason moaned softly, his hand beginning to stroke the vampire's member.

Asher covered Jason's mouth with his, lips coaxing as his hand's movements increased. He'd- Asher paused, crying out.

The wolf brushed his thumb over Asher's tip again. He was close, his orgasm just under the surface. "Asher... I'm..."

"Come for me... Mon Loup... Please..." Asher's grip tightened as he rocked his hips.

Jason's back arched and he cried out as he came, hips jerking.

Asher felt the heat splash across his stomach, moaning as his hand continued to stroke.

Jason's head fell forward to rest against Asher's shoulder, his fingers loosening slightly on the vampire's erection.

Slowly, Asher pulled his hand away, smoothing it over Jason's thigh.

Jason panted, tightening his grip on Asher again.

The vampire jerked. "Non... you don't have-"

Jason cleared his throat, "I want to." His voice was still husky, and he ignored it, beginning to stroke Asher with long, slightly hesitant strokes.

Asher's head fell back, a whimper building in his throat.

Jason's thumb trace Asher's tip, and he pressed a kiss to the vampire's neck.

"Mon ... Loup..." Asher squirmed against his hand.

"Mm?" Jason brushed his thumb over Asher's tip, spreading the gathering moisture and sliding it down his length.

"Ah..." Asher raised his head to nip at the wolf's jaw. "Ache..."

He smiled slightly, brushing his lips over Asher's and stroking the vampire's length in a slightly faster rhythm.

The vampire's hips began to shift, and he thrust upwards.

Jason moved his other hand down to cup the vampire's sacs, fingers teasing them gently.

"Jason... Mon Loup.... Dieu..." Asher sucked the wolf's lower lip into his mouth.

Jason swallowed, tightening his grip on Asher's length as he stroked.

Asher groaned, his back arching.

Jason brushed his thumb over the vampire's tip again, adding more moisture to his member.

"Mon ... Mon Loup..." Asher began to plead.

Jason increased the speed of his hand, nipping gently at Asher's lower lip.

Asher moaned, kissing the wolf as his body began to tighten.

Jason pulled the vampire's lower lip into his mouth, teasing it with his tongue, his hand continuing to stroke Asher's member.

The vampire descended into whimpers, his hips bucking.

Jason leaned forward, covering the vampire's mouth with his own as his hand stroking Asher from base to tip.

Asher struggled to kiss him without accidentally scraping him with a fang.

Jason brushed his tongue along Asher's, his hand squeezing him gently.

The vampire jerked, coming hard into the wolf's hand.

Jason's hand slowed as Asher's orgasm eased to its finish.

Asher panted, shaking his head.

Jason rested his head against Asher's shoulder, kissing the vampire's neck.

"Mon Loup..." He swallowed.

"Mmhmm?"

"Amazing..." Asher's accent was so thick, he could hardly be understood.

Jason smiled, slipping off Asher's lap onto the couch.

Asher followed him with his gaze, licking his lips.

Jason swallowed, "I don't think we stained the couch..."

"We... can try again..."

"Mm... I like that idea." Jason grinned lazily.

Asher laughed softly. "Oui..." He shifted, resting his head against Jason's shoulder. "We did mess you up though..."

Jason played with a lock of Asher's hair, twirling it between his fingers, "We did do that..."

"A lovely mess though..." He smiled. "What else would you like to try?"

"What do we have time for?"

"Anything you'd like..."
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