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Romantic Executions: Continued	By : PrettySin Category: Anita Blake > Het Views: 3499 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Alright… this site is fucking up the spelling and grammar of this story every time I post. Rest assured that when I put the document in the ‘type box’ that it’s as perfect as I can get it. *Sigh* Hope you can understand what was meant.

Oh yeah… Property of Laurell K. Hamilton… not us. Bluh.
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Forrest sighed. Melissa was asleep, finally. It had taken him nearly half an hour to convince the were to go to sleep. He moved towards Misty's room. Hopefully he could talk to her before she got in the shower...

Misty sighed, drying off her freshly shaven legs from her shower. The day had been... chaos. Complete. Confusing... and holy crap the door was opening!

Forrest stepped inside, blinked, tried not to stare, and managed to avert his gaze. "Sorry... I hadn't thought you'd showered yet."

She tried to cover herself with her small towel. "Well... I have." She bit her lip hard. "Go ahead. Leave. I know I'm pretty gross according to you." She turned, heading to the bathroom.

His brow furrowed, "Exactly when did I say that?" Ah. That was what annoyed him about her. The assumptions...

She looked at him over her shoulder. "Just... never mind..." She swallowed. He did. He'd looked at her with disdain when she'd... agh.

He leaned his head against the doorjamb, "Can I talk to you for a minute? All insults aside."

Misty bit her lip. "Let me get dressed."

"Alright."

"Could... could you turn around?"

He turned, crossing his arms loosely, "Sure."

She gnawed at her lip as she began to dress, forgetting the mirror on her dresser.

Forrest watched her in the mirror, unable to help himself. She had a slim form that could be easily lost, which could be why her house was barely stocked with food. He bit back a sigh, struggling to think of the words he would need for the following talk.

Misty slid on her shirt, swallowing. "Alright."

Forrest turned, settling his dark gaze on her, "Do you want to sit? Somehow I get the feeling this is going to be a long talk."

She hugged herself. "What... is this about?"

"Just... stuff."

She took a deep breath. "Fine."

"Are you going to sit?"

She sat on the bed, pulling her knees up to her chest.

"I owe you an apology... for what happened in the parking lot. I should have asked."

Misty stared at him, quirking a brow.

Forrest rolled his eyes, "You can accept it or not, we're still going to have this talk."

"Fine… it's accepted. What else?"

"This is my last night intruding upon your privacy, as I'm sure you know. You told me in the store that you were interested in me. As a person, or just for looks?" Needless to say, Forrest was definitely used to shallow women.

She snorted, looking him over. "Looks? Ha."

"I thought we'd agreed on all insults aside." His jaw clenched.

She sighed. "I'm sorry. Let's just say... you aren't my type... not with the looks."

"Goody for me. You aren't exactly what I go for either, but something's there." He leaned against the bedpost, sighing.

She bit her lip, looking down at her toes, her brow furrowed. He was confusing her... he sounded interested but...

"Melissa... she's been asking all of the questions she has because she wants to see you happy. She told me, before she fell asleep. I don't know why she thinks you should be with me, but she's a good kid. We could at least try to get along for her." He rubbed his forehead, "Or we could continue to piss each other off until she gives up."

"I'm not trying to annoy you, Forrest..."

"It's just the little things. The country music, assuming things before you have all the information..." He shrugged, "I admit, I've been an ass since day one, so you've got every right to throw me out, but you haven't yet. That's... you've at least given me that chance."

She swallowed. "Assuming?"

"Why are you under the impression that I don't like the way you look?" He quirked a brow.

She frowned, looking down and pushing the towel off of the bed with her toe.

Forrest sighed, "This is going to go nowhere fast if you don't talk to me."

She mumbled her answer, something a human wouldn't have heard.

He blinked, "You're serious, aren't you?"

She swallowed again, then bit her lip. Darn it. She wanted to cry again.

"I... I wasn't exactly in one of my best moods then. I shouldn't have said anything about it. I'm sorry."

Misty met his gaze, her eyes dark. "Doesn't matter, does it?"

"It does. There's nothing wrong with the way you look, Misty. You're beautiful, just not what I normally go for." He flashed her a small grin, "Do you realize I've met more intelligent blonde women than women who aren't?"

Her brow furrowed, her lips quirking slightly. "Mm."

"Just 'mm'?"

"What do you want me to say, Forrest? Everything I say or do sets you off."

"Not everything." He sat on the bed, back facing her, "I've been kicking myself in the ass for two nights in a row, and do you know why? You. My mind keeps going in little circles, and I'm not used to that. Frankly, it's bugging the crap out of me."

She bit her lip. "I don't understand..."

He sighed, "It's not you I'm mad at when I get angry. It's me."

She shifted, kneeling behind him. "Why?"

"For the past two nights I've been thinking about you. You say something and it starts the circle over again."

Misty moved so she was sitting next to him, using his shoulder to balance for a second. "I think I'm being thick..."

Forrest looked over at her, "Why?"

"I’m still... not understanding." She bit her lip.

"Basically, as Melissa put it, I like you, a lot. And that pisses me off."

She blinked. "Why?"

He sighed, falling back onto the bed, "Why? Do you really want me to go into that?"

"Well... I..." She sighed. "I just don't understand."

"I can't explain it. Your smell, as you guessed, is incredible. You're very opinionated when it comes to your beliefs, you obviously care for your sister..." He shut his eyes, "I can't explain it."

"I was joking about that though... weren't you talking about the teacher?" She pushed her hair back, leaning over him.

"No."

"Oh." Misty blushed slightly.

He opened his eyes, "Is it making anymore sense now?"

"Yeah. Sorry..."

He shrugged, "I'll live."

She bit her lip, laying down next to him. "Still..."

Forrest looked up at the ceiling, "Still?"

"I don't know what to say."

"I see." He glanced at her, biting back a sigh. "I have something else to admit."

"Oh?"

"Yeah. Big and Rich aren't that bad."

Misty blinked at him for a moment before grinning widely and hugging him.

He froze in shock, then slowly hugged her back.

"That means I win, right?" She rested her chin on his chest, looking up at him.

"I suppose..."

She frowned slightly. "What's wrong?"

"Just... shocked. And a little confused." He blinked down at her.

"Shocked?"

"Shocked. I get a hug for admitting that country isn't completely bad, and nothing for admitting that I've been an ass for two nights because I can't stop thinking about you." His lips quirked, "Women are definitely a mystery."

Misty smiled. "And men aren't?"

"We might be." Forrest shot her a half-smile.

She poked him. "Face it... you are."

He caught her hand, his smile widening, "Maybe."

"Maybe? That's practically the same as 'might be'." She stuck her tongue out at him.

"So? Different words, different answers." His arms settled around her waist.

"Bluh, alright."

"Does that mean I win?"

"Win what?" She looked confused.

"Never mind."

"You're a butt." She sighed, turning her head. "Good pillow."

"I'm a butt and a good pillow?" His voice was amused, "I have talent."

"Mm. Conceited pillow..." Her tone was teasing.

"Confident pillow." He corrected, smiling.

"Ah." She laughed softly, looking at him again.

His lips quirked, "Ah?"

"Confidence. I like that in a pillow."

"I'm your kind of pillow then."

Misty blinked, then snorted with laughter.

He smiled, "So what do I get in return for being your pillow?"

She shrugged. "Don’t know."

He quirked a brow, "And why not?"

"Shouldn't the pillow have some input?"

"Probably."

She poked him. "Brat."

He reached down, catching her finger, "I think I preferred pillow."

Misty rolled her eyes. "You've confused me."

"I'm sorry." His lips twitched.

"Sure you are."

"Of course I am, on my honor as a pillow."

Misty stuck her tongue out at him, crossing her eyes.

"Oh that's fetching." Forrest smiled slightly.

"Yup." She nodded, her face serious.

"Mm..." He reached up, tucking a lock of damp hair behind her ear.

She stilled, swallowing. Oh boy. She stared at him for a second before biting her lip and sitting up. Not good.

He dropped his hand, looking up at the ceiling again, "Sorry."

"No... it's... it's okay. Just... deep breaths... We're okay... deep breaths..."

Forrest blinked, glancing at her, "'Deep breaths'?"

She blushed. "Sorry."

He shrugged, "Nothing wrong with it, just... why?"

"Oh. Trying to fight the lust bunnies." She blushed darker. "Oh God..."

He pushed himself into a sitting position, lips tilted in a half smile, "Lust bunnies?" Sounded promising...

"I meant... D...dust. With a 'D'." She bit her lip hard.

He raised a slow brow, "Are you quite sure?"

"Y...yes." No. The eyebrow was not sexy. It was cocky. Not that the cock... er! COCKY! COCKY! Not... Lord... Misty whimpered and fell back on the bed. Bad head...

He leaned over her, a smile playing with his lips. "I'm certain I heard an 'L', not a 'D'."

She sighed. "Maybe."

"Maybe?" Ah... Improvement...

"Yes." She bit her lip again, meeting his dark eyes.

"Yes to the maybe, or is that a 'yes' yes?"

"Both?"

"Ah." He smiled, leaning down slightly until his face was a mere inch from hers, "You told me not to touch you without permission, so... May I?"

"May you...?" She swallowed. Oh boy. Bad lust bunnies...

"Kiss you." His voice dropped, taking on a soft, slightly husky quality.

"Oh... I... okay?" She licked her lips, glad she had brushed her teeth before her shower.

He closed the distance between them, his lips brushing over hers.

She shivered, letting her lips brush back over his. Oh God.

Forrest shut his eyes, adding more pressure to the light kiss.

Misty sighed as the kiss continued, heat brewing in her belly.

He brushed his tongue along her bottom lip, tempted to just deepen the kiss.

Her lips parted slowly, and her hand rose to rest on his shoulder.

He deepened the kiss leisurely, exploring her mouth thoroughly.

Misty shivered, accidentally nicking herself on his fangs... not that she noticed.

Forrest swallowed, his tongue brushing across the slight scratch.

She whimpered softly her hand gripping his shoulder. Lord... He was driving her nuts with a simple kiss... it was crazy...

He swallowed again, her emotions sliding over him. Lust was primary, tinted with confusion and uncertainty. The mix was enough for him to brace his weight on one arm and move a hand to rest on her hip.

She slid her hand down his back and over his shoulder, kneading the firm muscle.

He shivered, muscles tightening under her hand. Did she know what she was doing to him? He highly doubted it.

She nipped at his lower lip, sucking it into her mouth. His hand was hot on her hip, rather than the cool one would expect.

He blinked open his eyes, a soft moan welling in his throat. He moved his hand slightly, fingertips slipping cautiously under her shirt.

Her tummy tightened and she nibbled gently at his mouth.

The moan escaped his throat and he swallowed, hand easing into her shirt.

Misty pulled back for a second, her breath short as she stared at him.

Forrest's hand froze, and he met her gaze. What exactly was he doing? What if Melissa woke up? What if it went too far?

She licked her lips, tasting him there. "Forrest?" Her voice was breathless, unsure... and asking him to make it make sense.

He blinked, shaking himself out of his thoughts, "Yeah?" He pulled his hand from her shirt, brushing a strand of pale hair from her face.

She shrugged, leaning up and brushing her lips back over his.

His lips quirked into a slight smile as he returned the brush of lips. If Melissa walked in, she deserved it after all the pushing she did. Brat, he thought fondly. As for going too far? He wouldn't let it.

Misty sighed, deciding to just enjoy something for the moment... something she hadn't done since high school. After that... it was college... and two jobs on top of classes. Besides... Forrest could kiss like crazy.

Forrest nearly bit his lip, remembering belatedly about his fangs. Two sighs, two kisses. The odds seemed to be even, but...? His lips teased the corner of her mouth. He'd ask later...

She nearly whimpered, pressing her lips close to his, letting her tongue tease his lower lip.

His lips parted, and his tongue met hers, brushing across the small scratch.

Misty's hand gripped his shirt as she began exploring his mouth. He tasted dark, mysterious... like sex... And all those things your mother told you to avoid that felt so good in the dark.

His eyes drifted shut as her tongue brushed across his fangs. His hand drifted to her neck, slim fingers trailing down the column of her throat. She was... everything he wasn't, but could have been.

She whimpered at the touch of his fingers, her throat always being sensitive.

He found her pulse, feeling it pound under his fingertips. He swallowed, tilting his head slightly into the kiss. Damn, she was temptation on Earth. How was he supposed to say no to her? It was nearly impossible!

She blinked, her eyes shutting slowly as the kiss carried on, increasing in passion.

His hand had trailed down her side and snuck under her shirt when he pulled back reluctantly.

She stared at him, out of breath as she lay there. "Holy..."

He opened his eyes again, nodding. "Yeah."

"I didn't... I-" She cut herself off as a floorboard in the hall creaked.

His hand was out of her shirt as the door opened. Melissa blinked tiredly, her eyes widening as she took in the situation.

Misty blushed darkly, squeezing her eyes shut. Oh God...

Melissa grinned slowly, "Well... I was gonna pee, but I think I'll hold it. Sorry to interrupt. Night."

Misty whimpered. "Forrest?"

He watched the door shut, and looked down at her, "Yes?"

"Next time... let's lock the door."

He blinked, there was going to be a next time? He ignored the doubtful thought, smiling, "Sounds like a plan."

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Nathaniel purred contently, wrapping his arms around Jess' waist.

Jess sighed, blinking. "Mm?"

"I love you." Nathaniel smiled slightly, kissing the soft spot behind her ear.

She purred, smiling. "I love you too." She snuggled into him.

They were comfortably encased in blankets, lounging in bed as sunlight streamed past the drawn curtains. He returned her purr, nuzzling her neck, "I don't want to get up..."

She laughed softly. "We don't have to yet."

"Mm... good." He smiled, kissing her bare shoulder.

She yawned, arching her back as she stretched.

"Am I that boring?" His tone was lightly teasing, though he had to fight off a shiver. If she kept that up...

She shook her head as she settled back against the mattress. "Mm... never."

"Oh good. Soothed my worries." He smiled, leaning forward and brushing his lips over hers.

She cupped his face, smoothing the barely there stubble. "Baby face..."

His lips twitched, "Mmhmm..."

"I'm serious... my legs are hairier..."

"Really?" He slid a hand down to her thigh, "Hadn't noticed."

She shivered, biting her lip. "I..."

He nuzzled her neck again, hand rubbing gently. "Mm?"

"Never mind..." She swallowed, her thigh pressing into his hand.

His hand slid up slightly, fingers barely disturbing the soft brush of hair between her thighs, "Mmkay..."

Jess whimpered, her legs parting slightly.

Nathaniel's lips quirked against her neck, and he traced her folds with a finger.

"Nathaniel..." She bit her lip, pressing into his touch.

His fingers slipped past her folds, "Mm?"

She shook her head, letting her eyes slide shut as she slid a hand into his hair.

He set about to teasing her aroused flesh, fingertips finding her clitoris.

She gasped, pressing against his fingers as she blinked her eyes open. "Nathaniel..."

"Yes?" He stroked the excited nub gently.

"I... oh..." She bit her lip, shaking her head.

Nathaniel's fingers slid back, finding her entrance.

"Na..." She looked at him, sliding her hand over his upper body.

His muscles bunched, and he slipped a finger inside her.

She cried out, pressing against the intruding digit, her nails scraping his skin.

A moan ripped from him, and he rubbed his thumb against her clitoris.

She rocked her hips, kissing his shoulder.

He moved his finger in small thrusts, adding another finger as he did so.

She nipped at him, wanting a kiss as she let her hand find his nipple and tease it to hardness.

Nathaniel groaned, leaning down and catching her lips with his.

She nibbled at his lower lip, but it seemed he wanted dominance and she gladly gave it to him.

He parted her lips gently, deepening the kiss as his fingers crooked slightly inside of her.

Jess moaned, pressing into his hand as she caressed his tongue with her own

He purred, adding a third finger as he thrust them into her.

She whimpered trying to reach down to where she felt him hard against her.

He groaned as her fingers brushed him, his thumb pressing on her clitoris again. She cried out, starting to close in on her peak as she pulled back from their kiss. "Ple...please..."

"Please what?" His fingers crooked again.

Her eyes pleaded as she tried to find the words for what she wanted.

He stroked her nub, scraping his nail lightly over it.

She nearly screamed as that brought her over the edge. Lord... She'd wanted... but... ah...

A tentative knock reached their ears, and Nathaniel bit his lip harshly as Jess' throbbing slowed. "If that's the neighbors again..."

She whimpered. "No... not fair... Not home?"

The knock came again, more persistent. Nathaniel groaned, pulling his fingers reluctantly from Jess.

Jess pouted, rolling to her feet. Fine. She had a solution. She met her lover's gaze and... "Oh... oh! Nathaniel! Please... oh... like... like that... harder... I... oh... clo...close!" She added a loud moan.

Nathaniel's eyes widened, and he fought back a snort of laughter. "Jess!" He groaned loudly, mimicking a large orgasm.

She collapsed onto the bed, silent giggles racking her body as she heard a loud, "Oh... poor dears... hope I didn't... throw them off..."

Nathaniel pressed his face into her neck, biting back laughter as footsteps sounded down the hall.

She shook her head. "Did that work?"

"I think so." Nathaniel smiled, kissing her neck lovingly.

Jess shivered. "Kitty..."

"Kitten." His smiled widened, and he nuzzled her neck.

"You're being evil..."

"Am I?"

"Mm. I wanted you with me..."

"I'm sorry." He nipped at her earlobe.

"I... liar..." She slid a hand down the line of his body.

He shivered, muscles bunching. "Maybe..."

She cupped his member in her hand, teasing.

"Jess..." He groaned, pressing into her hand.

"Mm...?" She stroked him softly, her touch barely there.

He whimpered softly, eyes darkening as he pushed into her light touch.

Her lips quirked slightly and she rolled away from him.

"Jess...?" He blinked at her back.

"Mmhm?" She stood, smirking at him over her shoulder.

"What... where are you going?" He blinked again.

"Just here..." She reached up on the top of the dresser... and pulled the silver clasp from its box. "Why?"

"Oh... No reason." Nathaniel swallowed, biting his lip.

She smiled as she crawled back across the bed to him. "Mm. I sense serious thoughts..."

A small smile toyed with his lips, "Not really..."

"Oh?" She licked her lips.

"Mmhmm..."

She brushed the silver gently across his chest. "Sure?"

His back arched slightly, muscles tightening, "Not... sure..."

She smiled, leaning down to suck one of his nipples into her mouth as she brushed the silver over the other.

He moaned, eyes shutting as his back arched further into the combined touch.

Jess smiled, purring as she nibbled gently, sliding the clasp over his collarbone.

"Ah... Jess..." He groaned, a shudder of pleasure racking his body.

She smiled, lifting her head before nipping down his abs.

His muscles bunched, and he opened his eyes, "Jess... please..."

"Please...?" She licked her lips. "Please what?"

Nathaniel sat up, moving till she was pinned beneath him, "Guess."

She blinked, dropping the clasp. "Um...?"

His lips quirked, and he picked up the clasp, trailing it teasingly along her side, "Um?"

"Um... I don't know...?" She whimpered as he brushed it over her breast.

He traced her nipple, leaning down to nip at her neck, "I think you do..."

Jess moaned, shaking her head as she arched her back. "Ple..."

He moved his mouth down to her aching breast, moving the clasp to the other.

She cried out, biting her lip as she pressed up into him.

He brushed the clasp down her tummy, pulling her nipple into his mouth.

"Nathaniel... I... mmm..."

The clasp moved down her thighs, and he scraped his teeth gently over the stiff nub in his mouth.

She whimpered, pressing her head back into the pillow.

He pulled his head back, kissing her nipple, "Any guesses?"

"Want you... inside..." She mumbled, licking her lips.

He pressed the clasp a little harder into her thigh, brushing his lips over hers, "Mm... good idea."

She parted her legs, tugging at him. "I... please?"

Nathaniel settled himself between her thighs, setting the clasp aside.

She wrapped a leg around his waist, nipping at his jaw. "Didn't let me..."

"Let you...?" He pressed against her entrance.

"Pl...play..." She swallowed, pressing up.

He pushed into her, moaning. "Oh..."

Jess whimpered, gripping his shoulders.

Nathaniel shut his eyes, holding still for a moment.

She kissed his jaw, swallowing. "Nathaniel..."

"Mm?" He blinked open his eyes, meeting hers.

She shifted her hips, eyes pleading.

He moaned softly, beginning a long, deep thrust.

Jess whimpered, biting her lip. "Good..."

Nathaniel pressed a kiss to the corner of her mouth, his hips moving steadily, "Good...?"

"Great..." She moaned the word, nipping at his lower lip.

He smiled, catching her lips with his.

She teased him with her tongue, her hands sliding over him.

His muscles tightened and he thrust a little harder into her.

She grabbed the clasp from the bed, sliding it down his back as she moved with him.

He broke the kiss, back arching slightly as he moaned, "J-Jess..."

She smiled slightly. "Mm?"

"That's..." He shook his head, leaning down to brush his lips over hers.

She nipped his lower lip. "That's...?"

"Mm..." His hand slid down her side, cupping her hip as his slow, deep thrusts continued.

She whimpered, grabbing at him as she tightened herself around him.

Nathaniel's eyes squeezed shut and a deep purr rose in his throat. He began to thrust harder into her, though the movements were evenly spaced.

She arched her back, taking his hand and pressing it to her breast.

He opened his eyes, thumb immediately finding her nipple.

Jess bit her lip, eyes dark as she slid the clasp over his bum.

His hips jerked, and he moaned her name.

She almost laughed, but he brushed against her clitoris and it was lost in a long, low moan.

He brushed his lips over hers, trying not to smile. His hips tilted slightly as he thrust, and he began to hit a spot deep within her.

"Na...Nathaniel..." She moaned his name, pushing herself harder against him.

He groaned back, "Mm...?"

Just like that, she inched closer to her peak, hands smoothing over his chest.

He shivered, kissing the corner of her mouth. She was beginning to tighten around him, the sensation nearly enough to send him spiraling through his climax.

Her hips jerked and she sucked his lower lip into her mouth.

A whimper rose in his throat, and he thrust into her again, "Jess..."

"I... mm..." She nipped his jaw. One more thrust and she'd-

She shattered around him, sending them both deep into climax.

She screamed his name, able to do little else.

Nathaniel groaned, hips jerking slightly as his orgasm trailed off.

She fell back against the bed, panting as she smoothed his hair.

He buried his face in the crook of her neck, breathing ragged. "Love you..."

"Mm... love you to..." She swallowed. "Damn, Kitty... made me scream..."

He smiled against her skin, "Mmhmm..."

"Brat..." She sighed. "What'll the neighbors think?"

He chuckled, kissing her neck, "We're still celebrating. We're allowed."

"Yeah... but my little thing earlier wou-"

"Would prove we're very active." He raised his head, lips quirked.

She blushed. "That's... like... crazy though..."

"Mm... only a little." He brushed his lips over her blush, smiling slightly.

"Mm... not as bad as this." Jess flipped him, snapping the handcuffs around his wrists, firmly attached to the bed.

Nathaniel blinked, startled by the sudden change in positions. He tugged gently, the metal cool around his wrists. He swallowed, his eyes locking on hers, "'Kay..."

She smiled. "Now... what shall I do....?"
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