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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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Micah bit his lower lip, frowning. Laura had been… distant since they’d been caught on the couch. She’d been embarrassed… and he’d thought she’d surely not want to… continue that interlude. But… Now it seemed that every time he tried to touch her, she’d stiffen up and push him away. Needless to say… he’d screwed this up royally.

He sighed, tightening the last bolt on the wooden swing he’d bought for the porch in hopes of pleasing her. He was so whipped… good whipped though.

Laura moved from the bathroom, brushing out the knots in her freshly washed hair. She winced as the brush made a loud tearing noise, and padded into the living room. She was being stupid, and she knew it. Micah was everything she'd ever wanted, but whenever he touched her, she would always end up convincing herself that someone had just gotten home, or they'd be caught.

Her rational self told her she was being an idiot, but she couldn't help it. Sighing, the Nimir Ra flopped on the couch, tossing aside the brush and curling into a ball.

Setting aside his tools, Micah stood, looking over the swing. It looked good, if he did say so himself. He brushed some sweat from his brow with the shirt he'd cast aside earlier, heading inside. "Pet?"

Laura bit her lip, looking over the arm of the couch, "Yes?"

"I..." He stilled. "I'm going to wash up and get dinner ready." Idiot. Mention the damn swing...

She swallowed, nodding. Stupid body. Ache for his touch, now... She nearly rolled her eyes at herself. "Okay."

Micah nodded slowly back, heading into the bathroom. Damn. That hurt. She'd rolled her eyes at him.

Laura shut her eyes, sighing. What was it she'd heard one of the students say? Ah. 'Bugger all with a fuckity fuck fuck fuck on top'. Seemed to suit the situation, if you asked her.

Micah bit his lips, turning the water on so it felt like ice.

She opened her eyes, picking up the discarded brush and her sketchbook. Might as well get something done while he was in the shower. She stood, trying to convince herself she'd have the courage to talk to him later.

Micah undressed, climbing in with a sigh.

Moving out to the porch, Laura bit her lip harshly, her eyes locking on the swing. Dammit. He didn't deserve this. He was too sweet... She set the sketchbook on the porch railing, and brushed her hair quickly. She gave up on the ends, thought fleetingly that she needed a haircut, and entered the house again.

Micah leaned against the wall of the shower, closing his eyes. Did she want it... over with? Ow. Bad... don't think that... that would hurt... He couldn't let her leave. He had to do something.

She slipped into the bathroom, shutting the door quietly behind herself. "Micah?"

He jerked, slipping. "Pet!"

Laura's eyes widened as he fell. She was next to the shower before she remembered moving, "Holy... Lord, Micah, are you alright?"

"Ow." He moved so that he was kneeling.

"Not what I asked, but a good a answer as any." Laura bit her lip, tempted to climb into the shower with him.

"I'm fine." He pulled himself to his feet, pushing his hair back. "Can I help you?"

"I - saw the swing." She swallowed. Dammit. He was mad. It wasn't as if he didn't have a good reason to be, but-

"Oh." He turned off the water, not meeting her gaze.

Her fingers toyed with the material of her shorts. "Yeah... I just..." She sighed, looking up at him, "I want to apologize for everything that's been going wrong in the past couple days, which were mostly my fault and I really should've-"

He caught her hand in his. "No... Pet-"

"I'm sorry, and I love you." She bit her lip, threading their fingers together.

He leaned out of the shower, but stopped before his lips touched hers. "May I kiss you?"

"Did you have to ask?" She leaned forward, her lips brushing over his.

Micah swallowed. "Well... ever since... you-"

"Micah," Her tone was slightly impatient, "Shut up and kiss me."

"Yes Ma'am." He covered her mouth with his, pulling her into the shower with him.

She raised a hand, tangling it in his wet hair as her lips parted for him.

He dipped his tongue into her mouth, his lips coaxing.

Her lips parted further, a whimper building in her throat. Something was wrong with this... She pulled her hand gently from his grip, sliding it down his wet arm. He was cold... He was never cold. Not even after a shower...

Micah pulled back. "Pet?"

Laura's brow furrowed in a frown, "You're cold."

"Yeah?"

"Why?"

"I was... taking a cold shower."

Her fingers paused on his arm, and she sighed, "Ignoring all redundancy, why?"

"Well I..." His neck flushed.

"You...?" She rubbed his arm gently. Bad cat... cold showers? Lord.

He sighed. "I needed a cold shower or a good wank. Clear enough?"

Her lips quirked, and she couldn't help her teasing tone. "And here I wasn't even nibbling my pencil..."

He released her, stepping back. "Indeed. If you'll excuse me."

Laura's jaw clenched, "And if I won't?"

Micah sighed. "Laura... I don't know what you want. You want me, then you don't. I don't like mind games." His tone was confused, aching.

She bit her lip, looking down at the floor. Oh... Guilt. "I do... it's just... getting caught however many times we have is... not fun?" She shrugged, her voice soft.

He tilted her face up with a knuckle. "Pet... I'm sorry. I don't know what you want me to do though. Cherry and Zane are trying to move... I don't know about Cale and Greg..."

She hugged herself, not meeting his gaze, "Don't be sorry. I'm being stupid, and I know that, but it's just there and I can't help it..."

"No. You're not stupid." He wrapped his arms around her, kissing her jaw. "It's understandable."

She rested her head on his shoulder, worrying her lip between her teeth, "I love you."

"I love you too." He smoothed her back. "I'm getting you wet."

She smiled slightly, "You do that anyway."

He blinked. "Pet...?"

"Sorry... Being guttery."

He smiled, dropping to his knees before her. "Mmm...."

She licked her lips, swallowing. She recognized this... "Mmm?"

"Mmhm..." He nuzzled her tummy, letting his hands play along her legs.

She slid a hand into his hair again, tummy tightening through her large t-shirt. "Oh..."

Micah nipped at her, sneaking his hand up the loose leg of her shorts.

Laura bit her lip, leaning against the wall of the shower. Well... his hand definitely wasn't cold...

"Pet? Can you take your shirt off please?" He slid his free hand up it, cupping her breast as the hand in her shorts teased.

She pulled her shirt over her head, tossing it out of the shower. Lord... his hands were hot on her skin, sending sharp tingles down to her stomach.

His fingers teased her nipple to a hard peak as he managed to slip his fingers into her panties.

Her fingers tightened in his hair, and she whimpered.

He smiled, tracing her navel with his tongue.

She let her eyes drift shut, and her nails scraped lightly across his scalp.

He swallowed, pulling back as he began to undo the fly on her shorts.

She blinked open her eyes, looking down at him as his fingers pulled down the zipper.

He shoved the shorted and panties down. "Can you step out of them, please?"

She stepped out of her clothes, kicking them away from herself, "That work?"

"Mm. Thanks." He leaned up, sucking the tip of her breast into his mouth.

Her eyes widened slightly, and she moaned from the unexpected assault.

He scrapped his teeth over the sensitive nub, his hand teasing the apex of her thighs.

"Micah..." Her head fell back to rest against the wall, and her eyes shut again.

He smiled, switching to her other breast as he parted her folds with his index finger.

She whimpered, her hands coming to grip his shoulders.

He teased her a moment before trailing kisses down her abdomen.

Her tummy tightened, and she shivered. "Micah... this isn't... fair..."

"So?"

"I-"

He shifted, using his thumbs to spread her curls before sucking her clitoris into his mouth.

She cried out, her back arching into his mouth, "Mi... Micah..."

He purred, flicking his tongue over her as he slid a finger deep.

She moaned, the sound low and husky. "I... mm..."

He didn't tease her, pushing her straight towards her orgasm.

She shattered around his finger a moment later, hands gripping his shoulders tightly.

He lapped up her wetness before pulling back, licking his lips.

She blinked open her eyes again, looking down at him.

"Mm." He smiled, looking a bit smug.

She was still shuddering from her climax, and let herself slide down the wall into a sitting position, "Mm?"

He laughed softly. "Nothing, Pet."

She slid her hands down his chest, "Mmkay..."

He kissed her temple. "Love you..."

"Love you too." She purred softly, shifting into a more comfortable position.

Micah shifted, lifting her into his arms. "Bed?"

"As long as we aren't sleeping in it." She wrapped her arms around him, pressing a kiss to his neck.

He laughed softly, carrying her into the other room.

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Jean-Claude glanced at Aahz as she drove, turning slightly in his seat to face her, "Ma Joli?"

"Yeah?" She made a turn, glancing at him.

"Do you wish to hire Caleb? He did well."

"I think he'd draw the crowds in... if Gregory's in the back. That show was all for his lover." She shrugged. "Thing is... Cherry's very upset by the groping. She doesn't like other's playing with her toys."

The vampire's lips quirked, "She is possessive, non?"

"Mm. Can't blame her."

"Nor can I."

Aahz sighed. "Yeah."

"Are you alright, Ma Joli?" He frowned slightly.

"Headache." She managed a slight smile.

"Ah... Do you wish to rest when we arrive home?"

"Nah... I'll live." She bit her lip. "I don't know where it came from either." She glanced at him. "Did I... sense some jealousy? At Asher and Jason?" She chewed at her lip.

"Moi?" His brow furrowed.

"Never mind."

"Non, Ma Joli..." He sighed, "Mon Ami has moved on, as have I."

She bit her lip, swallowing. Great. So she'd been wrong... but it had felt like jealousy.

Jean-Claude settled back in his seat, frowning. Oui, Asher had found himself a replacement, but it had not hurt as he had thought it would. Instead, he was happy for the new couple. Both Asher and his pup were in desperate need of happiness, and if they gave that to each other, so be it.

Her head pounded, and bile rose in her throat. Scared she was going to be sick, Aahz pulled to the curb.

"Ma Joli?" Jean-Claude frowned. She looked...as if she would be sick.

She managed to put the car into park and get her belt undone before stumbling out of the car, horns of other cars blaring as she stumbled onto the sidewalk, stomach heaving.

Jean-Claude unbuckled, climbing out of the car. This was an excellent end to the evening... He sighed, making his way around the car to shut Aahz's door after making sure it was unlocked. He continued to where Aahz had fallen to her knees on the sidewalk, "Ma Joli?"

She swallowed, glancing at him. "Sorry."

He shook his head, crouching next to her and brushing a strand of hair from her face with cool fingers, "It is fine, Ma Joli."

"Wasn't anything there to sick up anyway." She sighed, closing her eyes for a second.

He pressed his hand to her forehead and sighed, "You are feverish."

"No... your hands are cold..."

"Non, merely cool."

Aahz wiped her mouth on the back oh her hand. "Mm. Give me a second... then we can go home."

He brushed the back of his hand over her cheek, "Take your time, Ma Joli."

She glanced at him. "The car's running..."

"Oui." His lips quirked slightly, "I did not trust myself to turn it off."

Aahz managed a small laugh. "I'm teaching you to drive..."

"Mm... if you wish."

"You should know..." She swallowed, pushing herself to her feet and pressing a hand to her temple.

He shrugged, standing and slipping an arm around her waist to support her.

"Stupid head... meds didn't work." She looked up at him.

"Ma Joli... I could call for a car. You need to rest." He met her gaze, clearly concerned.

"No phone." She rested her head on his chest.

He kissed the top of her head, "We are not far from the club..."

"Hm? You could drive...."

"That would not be wise, Ma Joli."

She sighed. "Yeah. I'll make it."

"Are you certain?" He rubbed her back soothingly.

"Mmhm. Then a warm bath... bubbles and lavender."

"Oui, then sleep. You need to rest."

"Yes, Dad." She smiled, then glanced at the sidewalk. "I feel bad... what if someone steps in it...?"

"Then we will not come this way again." Jean-Claude's voice was light and faintly teasing.

She laughed, smacking his bum. "Brat."

He chuckled, kissing the top of her head, "Oui."

She sighed. "Weird... feeling better now..."

"Perhaps it is a passing virus."

"Must be."

"Oui... Shall we continue home?"

"Mm. Yeah." She straightened away from him, checking traffic before getting back into the car.

He followed, still feeling the faint roiling in his stomach from her virus.

"Jean-Claude?"

"Oui?"

"Did you feed? Normally your hands aren't that cool unless you haven't... And you didn't from me..." Aahz looked concerned.

He shrugged, "I will be fine, Ma Joli."

"Did you?" Her tone was insistent.

"Non."

"Jean-Claude." She glared at him, shifting to face him. "You'll call one of the wolves or someone when we get home, right?"

"Oui, Ma Joli, I will call." His lips quirked slightly.

"Good. Or I'll be cranky and make you drink my currently not so healthy self. Why didn't you feed?"

He shrugged again, "I did not wish to wake you, then we were late... I did not get around to it."

"Jean-Claude." Her tone was grumpy. "Wake me... call someone else... what ever. That's no excuse to make yourself go hungry. It's silly." She held up a hand when he opened his mouth. "And don't even go into that, 'I've gone longer with out feeding, Ma Joli.' speech. I don't care. No wonder I was hungry all night. Silly. You should have told me. I couldn't find time to eat though-"

It was a struggle not to smile, "I have gone longer without feeding, Ma Joli, but you have my word. I will call one of the wolves when we arrive home."

She sighed. "Good. That's settled."

"Indeed." Merde. There was definite amusement in that word.

She poked him. "And don't you laugh at me. I can see your eyes! They're... bad as Dumbledore!"

A chuckle escaped him, "Dumbledore, Ma Joli? Mon Dieu, am I truly that bad?" He nearly laughed. She had force fed him the Harry Potter books one by one, determinedly refusing to let him touch her unless he read them himself.

“YES!”

"Well then, my most humble apologies."

She stuck her tongue out at him.

"Shall I take that as acceptance?"

"You will anyway." She leaned over, kissing his jaw.

"Oui, but I thought it polite to ask." He smiled, kissing the spot just under her ear.

She shivered. "Do that again and I'll forget that I'm sick."

"That is not necessarily a bad thing." He pointed out softly.

"N...no. No it's not." She bit her lip, meeting his gaze.

He smiled slightly, kissing the spot again, "Je t'aime."

She swallowed. "Ditto." Arg. No. One can't be sick and still want smoochies. Bad Aahz, bad rumblings in her tummy that were of the lust.

He chuckled, leaning back in his seat and buckling up, "Home first, non?"

"Brat." She buckled her seat belt before she bit her lip, putting the car into drive and checking her blind spot before signaling and merging into traffic.

Jean-Claude opened the door to their rooms twenty minutes later, and stepped aside to let Aahz in.

"Mm. Thanks. I'm going to rinse my mouth." She smiled at him.

He smiled back, "Alright, Ma Joli. I will call Jacob."

"Mm. Could you also feed Jesse for me? He'll be hungry too."

He nodded, "Oui."

"Thanks." She smiled again, moving into the bathroom.

Jean-Claude glanced at the red beast on the couch and sighed. He moved around the flat, pulling the phone from under a book, and feeding Jesse.

Jesse nipped at the vampire in thanks, digging into the food.

Jean-Claude scratched the dog's ears idly, dialing with his other hand.

The phone rang twice before a loud and rambunctious, "Yo!" was heard.

Jean-Claude nearly winced. Dieu, had Aahz's headache been relieved yet? He rubbed his temple, "Bonjour, Jacob."

"Oh... uh... Jean-Claude, man... what's up?"

"The ceiling, if it has not fallen." Jean-Claude's lips quirked, "Are you available tonight? I am afraid I have not eaten..."

"Oh... man... is it urgent? I've got a hottie here... but... if you really need me..."

“I could call someone else, oui." Jean-Claude sighed. Merde.

Aahz bit her lip, coming out of the bathroom. "Jean-Claude? If you don't mind me being a little... sick... you can-"

"Jean-Claude... Oh... Mandi... phone with the... boss...."

A high, very shrill feminine voice made Jean-Claude wince, "Well, I'll still be here when you get back."

"Oh. Cool, babe." Jacob smiled. "Be right there, Dude." He hung up.

Jean-Claude hung up, rubbing his forehead, "Mon Dieu..."

"Jean-Claude?" Aahz bit her lip as Jesse pressed himself against her.

"Oui?" Jean-Claude looked up. "Je suis désolé... J’ai mal à la tête."

She moved, wrapping her arms around his waist. "I'm sorry. I know."

He rested his cheek against her head, "Je t'aime, Ma Joli..."

"Mm. Love you too... though I am literally a headache to you..."

"Non... This virus is far more of a headache then you will ever be."

"Mm. At least I'm not stuffed up." She smiled. "Everyone else is getting a horrid cold to match."

A knock sounded at the door.

He let her go slowly, moving to the door. He opened it, trying not to sigh at the sight that greeted him. "Bonjour, Jacob."

"JC, Man... I'm here..." He glanced at Aahz, the first that he'd seen of her. "Damn... man you got lucky."

She blushed.

Jean-Claude's tone was icy, "Indeed. Come in, we will begin. I would hate for you to be late for your... appointment."

Jacob nodded, checking Aahz over again with the so called 'elevator look'.

She glared as he opened his mouth. "Well, I suppose if a guy's stuck with one chick forever, she might as well be hot-"

Jean-Claude willed himself to be calm, "Oui. It is a comfort that you will never be with such a burden, non?" This... rat was fast grating against his nerves, and it took all of him to keep from throwing the were out.

"Yeah... major." He glanced at Aahz again. "Nice rack, though."

Her hands fisted. "Be careful, Jean-Claude. You might get food poisoning." She turned, hurrying into the bedroom as Jesse growled at the were, hackles rising.

Jean-Claude's own hands were fisting, and he glared at the were in front of him, "My apologies. I have wasted your most valuable time." He smiled coldly, "Get out."

Jacob pushed back his black hair with its blonde stripes. "What, Dude?"

Jesse growled louder, stepping towards the were.

"Merde, can you not take a hint?" Jean-Claude sighed, "Get out. Leave, do not come back. Surely it is simple enough."

The were jerked. "But... you need to like... feed."

Jesse growled again, promptly chasing the were from the room... and down the hall a bit.

Jean-Claude moved to the door, calling half-heartedly for Jesse to come back.

The dog stilled, tail between his legs as he returned.

Jean-Claude crouched, scratching the dog's ears, "I will give you a treat later." He smiled slightly, standing again.

Jesse woofed, tail wagging before he trotted towards the bedroom.

The vampire followed, pushing the door open hesitantly. "Ma Joli?"

She glanced up from her position near the headboard where she was hugging her knees. "Yeah?"

He stepped into the bedroom, allowing Jesse in after him, "Are you alright?"

"I'll live." The dog jumped on the bed, looking smug. "What're you so smug about, Jesse-row?" She scratched his ears, hugging the dog close.

"He chased Jacob out, and that was not what I asked, Ma Joli." Jean-Claude sat on the edge of the bed, watching her closely.

"Oh? Did you? You're a bad dog... did Jean-Claude give you a treat?"

Jesse woofed, licking her face.

She gave him her hand to clean. "Just... felt like high school or something."

"Je suis désolé, Ma Joli... I had not realized Jacob was such a..."

"No... don't be sorry. You weren't the one acting like an asshole."

Jesse turned, licking Jean-Claude.

Jean-Claude offered the dog his hand, sighing, "Oui, but had I not called him-"

"I would have been cranky."

"You still could be." He pointed out, wiping his hand on Jesse's back.

Jesse flopped down, his head in the vampire's lap.

Aahz licked her lips. "Well... if... you don't mind me being sick-"

"I would not mind, Ma Joli, but you need to recover."

"And you need to feed."

Another knock came on the door, this time hesitant.

Jean-Claude sighed, "I will be right back, Ma Joli." He moved Jesse's head, standing.

Jesse blinked, then hurried to beat Jean-Claude into the other room.

Aahz flopped out across the bed, sighing. Arg.

Jean-Claude made his way to the front door, prepared to throw Jacob out again. When he opened the door, however, a completely different were greeted him.

"Sir?" Stephen nearly cowered as he sensed the vampire's anger. "I'm sorry... didn't mean to intrude... just...."

"Non, come in Stephen." Jean-Claude stepped back from the door.

The wolf entered, holding out a hand to Jesse who jumped up, trying to lick his face.

The vampire shut the door behind Stephen, biting back a sigh, "Was there something you needed?"

"Yeah... um... I can't make it to work tomorrow. It's Viv's birthday... She'll kill me." Stephen bit his lip. "I'm sorry..."

Jean-Claude seemed to sag slightly, and he shut his eyes, pressing a hand to his forehead, "Non, Stephen. It is fine."

"Sir? Have you fed?" Stephen frown at the pale and slightly gaunt vampire.

He blinked open his eyes, letting his hand drop, "Non. I have not."

"Would you like to? I wouldn't mind."

A smile curled the vampire's lips, "Merci, Mon Loup."

"No problem..." Stephen frowned, glancing around. "Do you mind me asking where Aahz is? She look a bit... off earlier."

"She is in the other room. She was not feeling well when I requested we stop by Danse Macabre."

"Ah. Sorry. Tell her I hope she feels better. There's a wicked evil bug going around." Stephan bit his lip. "Will the couch work?"

Jean-Claude nodded, "Oui." He gestured for Stephen to lay down.

The were did so, snuggling into the couch. "Okay."

Jean-Claude's lips quirked slightly, and he struggled not to remember exactly what had taken place on that couch. He moved, kneeling in front of Stephen and meeting the were's pure, cornflower blue gaze.

Stephan inhaled, breathing in the muted scent of sex. Mm. His mind rolled, and he floated, his mind mute.

Jean-Claude leaned forward, mouth finding the were's pulse immediately.

Stephan bit back a moan as the fangs broke through his skin, his blood flowing forth.

Jean-Claude swallowed the blood pooling on his tongue, feeling his heart surge. The wolf tasted of contentment and longing, though he sensed the longing was directed towards getting home.

It didn't seem all that long until he felt the Master of the City pull back and Stephan turned his head.

Jean-Claude swallowed, tasting Stephen in his mouth, "Merci."

"No problem..." The blonde wolf stretched before sitting up. "Be healed by the time I’m home, so Viv'll never know. She wouldn't have a problem with it anyway."

Jesse snuck up behind Jean-Claude, licking his ear.

The vampire jerked, looking over at the dog, "Beast..." He sighed, turning back to Stephen and standing, "I appreciate it nonetheless. Will you be returning to Danse later this week?"

"Oh yeah... of course. It's just tomorrow I can't make it." Stephan stood as well, scratching Jesse's ears. "Well... I gotta go. I'll see you later, okay?"

"Oui." Jean-Claude watched the wolf leave before wiping his ear clean.

Jesse stared innocently up at the vampire, woofing. 'Come on idiot... treat... T-r-e-a-t. Treat....'

Jean-Claude sighed, picking up a box of treats and pulling one out, "I highly doubt you deserve this..." He tossed it at the dog.

Jesse caught it, swallowing it almost whole.

The vampire rolled his eyes, moving back towards the bedroom.

Aahz was occupying herself by counting cracks in the ceiling.

"Ma Joli?"

She jumped, shrieking before grabbing her head. "Ow."

Jean-Claude moved to her, sitting next to her knees, "Your head still pains you?"

She nodded. "Yeah."

"Je suis désolé." He took one of her hands in his.

She smiled slightly, holding her hand up to his. "It's okay."

He smiled back, raising her hand and brushing his lips over her knuckles, "Perhaps you should rest."

"Nah. Not tired." She licked her lips. "You have 32 cracks in your ceiling."

"Oh?" He glanced up, brow furrowing slightly, "I had not noticed. Perhaps we should redec-"

"No!" She shook her head. "It's fine. No one would ever notice."

“Are you certain, Ma Joli? It would not be an inconvenience..."

She pouted. "You want to get rid of my bed?"

"Non, the bed would stay." His lips quirked, "But it has been several Months since we redecorated, and you have not allowed me to replace the couch either..."

"The couch is fine."

"Are-"

"Very."

He sighed, "Fine, Ma Joli, fine..." His twinkling eyes betrayed his amusement.

She poked his chest. "Brat. We don't have to redecorate twice a month."

"So you continue to tell me." He reached up, catching her finger.

"How about... once every two years?"

"Ma Joli..."

"Ma Joli what?" She quirked a brow.

"I love you." He smiled, almost the picture of innocence.

"Once every two years."

"But how shall I prove it? Hm..."

Aahz blinked. "What is running through your devious little head?"

"Devious? Moi?”

"Yes. Devious, you."

"Perhaps I have projected the wrong image..."

"Yeah. Honest." She smirked. "Meaning, the honest portrayal..."

"Are you suggesting I am not truthful, Ma Joli?" His lips quirked, and his voice was joking.

She stuck her tongue out at him.

"I could take that as an invitation..."

"It's always an invitation."

"Mm... I shall remember that." He used his grip on her hands to pull her closer, careful to be gentle.

Aahz smiled at him, shifting so that she was sitting up.

He wrapped his arm around her waist, brushing his lips gently over hers.

She shivered, brushing her lips back over his.

He nibbled gently at her lower lip, pulling her against him.

She place her hands on his shoulders, whimpering low in her throat.

He soothed her lip with his tongue, coaxing her lips open.

She parted them easily, tilting her head for him as her hands slid into his shirt.

His muscles tightened, and he deepened the kiss hungrily.

She slid her tongue along his, her hands sliding over the smooth muscles of his chest.

A low moan rose in his throat, and he lowered her back onto the bed.

She broke the kiss panting. "You... fed?"

"Oui..." He brushed his lips down her jaw.

"I... not..." She whimpered. "My dog... I hope..."

"Non, not the Beast..." His lips found the sensitive spot under her ear again.

Aahz moaned, pressing into him.

He nipped gently, soothing it with his tongue.

She dragged her nails along his stomach. "Please..."

His muscles bunched, and he shivered, "Please...?"

"Don't tease me?" She nipped at his jaw.

He moaned softly, "My apologies... shall I stop?"

She growled at him... actually growled. Impressive, for a human.

He blinked, "Ma Joli... how much time have you spent with the were's?"

Aahz blinked at him. "Huh?"

"Never mind." He brushed his lips over hers.

She shook her head. "No... what'd you mean?"

"You growled." He looked down at her, brow slightly furrowed.

"So? I've always been able to."

"Truly?" Oh... bad thoughts...

She frowned. "Yeah... you can ask Annd."

“That is... how do you say?"

"Freaky?" She seemed self conscious, and turned her head. Urg. No more animal noises.

"Non..." He kissed his temple gently, "Intriguing?"

She looked at him again. "But-"

"But? Non. No buts." He brushed his lips over hers.

She nipped at his lower lip, tugging at it.

A low moan escaped him, and he slid his hand down her side.

She shivered, pressing upwards.

He slipped his hand into her shirt, fingers caressing.

She teased at his mouth before nipping his chin.

He shivered, "Ma Joli..."

"Oui?"

"Je t'aime..." His fingers moved up, tracing the cup of her bra.

"I love you too..." She shivered, biting her lip.

He slid his fingers under her bra, cupping her breast gently.

She whimpered, pressing into his hand. "Jean-Claude..."

"Oui?"

"Please..."

"Please?"

"Want you..." She mumbled, eyes slipping shut.

"Mm... oui..." He kissed the corner of her mouth.

She turned her head, catching his lips with hers.

His lips moved against hers, hand sliding back to find the clasp on her bra.

She arched her back, making it easier for him.

He flicked the snaps open, the bra falling loose on her.

She sucked at his tongue, pressing up into him.

He moaned into her mouth, pressing back into her.

She tugged at his shirt, wanting it off but unable to find the clasps.

He reached up, tugging the clasps free.

She pushed it back so that his hung off his shoulders, her hands teasing his chest as their mouths mated.

Jean-Claude swallowed, breaking the kiss to tug off her shirt.

She felt her bra go with it and she shivered as she laid back against the bed. "Please?"

"Oui." His hands trailed down her tummy to the fly on her pants.

She cupped him through his linen pants, chewing her lip.

He groaned, "Ma Joli..." His fingers freed the button on her pants easily

She teased him, her hand rubbing small circles as he slid her zipper down. “I… hurry?” And… the French Vampire slowed down. Aahz bit back another growl. Darn it. That wasn’t what… oh.

His fingers pressed against her entrance through her panties, and he continued to apply teasing pressure while his other hand pulled her pants down.

She pouted. "Why... leave... underwear?" She rocked her hips, whimpering.

His lips quirked, and he leaned forward, brushing his lips over hers, "Perhaps I think it suitable punishment."

"Punishment?" She swallowed, pressing up again, cupping him more fully through his pants.

"Mm... oui." He rocked against her hand, his thumb finding her clitoris through her panties.

She cried out, biting her lip. "Wh...why?"

"Teasing."

"Tease...teasing?" Evil...evil vampire. She rocked her hips, her hand struggling to undo the fly on his pants. "Off... off please...?"

He hooked his fingers in her panties, and pulled them down to join her pants on the floor.

His movements put him too far away, and she sat up, trying to follow so she could finish undoing his fly.

He stepped back towards her, allowing her access to it.

Her hands shook as she undid it, and she licked her lips, pushing the pants and underwear down and out of the way before she lowered her mouth to his hardness.

A startled moan ripped from him, and he grabbed the headboard to steady himself.

She pulled the head of him into her mouth, tracing the ridges of his foreskin with her tongue.

"Ma Joli..." His eyes slid shut, and he pressed against her tongue.

"Mm?" She pulled more of him in, sucking gently as her hands teased his thighs.

He moaned, fingers gripping the headboard harder.

Aahz nearly smirked before she growled around him, her throat vibrating.

"Ma Joli..." He blinked open his eyes, looking down at her.

She pulled back, swirling her tongue around him.

His hips jerked slightly, and he swallowed, sliding a hand into her hair.

She pulled him back into her mouth, bobbing her head in a mimic of what she ached for.

He moaned, eyes shutting again, "Ma Joli... please..."

She shivered, looking up at him before pulling back slightly, tonguing his tip. "Yeah?"

He moved, breaking the contact between them to pin her back on the bed, "I need you." His lips brushed against her ear as he spoke.

She shivered, gasping at the sudden change. "Oh..."

"Oui." He kissed the spot behind her ear gently, kicking off his boots, pants, and underwear.

She swallowed, listening to the boots as they thumped on the floor, running a hand down his back.

His muscles tightened, and he slid his hand down her side again.

Aahz whimpered. "Please?"

Jean-Claude slid his fingers past her folds, teasing her aroused skin. "Now?"

She pressed into his hand, swallowing. "No..." Ugh. Sarcasm bug.

His fingers moved to her entrance, and he quirked a brow.

She pressed her hips up, arching her back with a moan.

He slid a finger inside her, smiling slightly as his thumb brushed her clitoris.

"N...now?" She cried out.

He kissed her neck, "If you wish..."

"Please...?" She nipped his jaw.

"Oui." He shivered, pulling his hand back.

She bit her lip, scraping her nails gently down his side.

His muscles bunched and he shivered again, moving between her thighs.

Aahz pulled him to her, spreading herself for him.

"Ready?" He pressed against her entrance, bracing his weight on his arms.

"Yes... please..."

He pushed inside of her, kissing her neck to muffle his moan.

She cried out, gripping his shoulders as she wrapped her legs high around his waist.

He kissed the spot behind her ear, beginning to move his hips in a leisurely rhythm.

She shifted, tightening herself. "Tease... horrid... horrid tease..."

He bit back a moan, reaching between them to where they were joined, "Tease?"

She jerked. "I... yes..."

"Mm..." He stroked her clitoris gently, continuing his almost lazy thrusts.

She bit her lip, pressing up hard against him.

"Patience is rewarded, Ma Joli..." His voice was soft, and slightly strained as he pressed on her nub with his thumb.

She whimpered. "Did... I say I was patient?"

"Non..."

"Good..." She swallowed, pressing up again.

He ground into her, nipping gently at her ear.

She moaned, moving with him as she slid a hand over his chest.

His muscles tightened and he thrust harder into her, "Ma Joli..."

"Mm... patience..." Her fingers teased his nipple.

"Patience?" He groaned, burying his face in her neck.

"Is a virtue..."

"Not... one of... mine..." He pressed on her clitoris as he thrust, "Not... when it comes...to you."

She cried out, tightening around him. "Please..."

She was close, the tightening of her body around him a dead give away. He sped up their rhythm, feeling his own climax near.

She felt his body tighten the second before she exploded, crying out.

Jean-Claude groaned, her throbbing sending him over the edge.

She came down slowly, panting beneath him. "Mmm... hypocrite."

He chuckled softly, brushing his lips over hers, "Oui."

"Brat." She nipped his lower lip, smiling.

He pulled out of her, rolling to the side, "Oui."

She rolled after him, resting her head on his chest. "Mm."

He wrapped his arms around her, "Je t'aime, Ma Joli."

"Mm. Love you too, my hypocritical brat of a vampire."

He laughed softly, "You have reassured me in my place in your life, Ma Joli. I am honored."

"And you made my headache go away."

"That is a bonus, non?"

"On top of the amazing orgasm? You bet." She smiled, kissing his chest.

His lips quirked, "You are very descriptive tonight, Ma Joli."

"Am I?" She sat up, stretching. "Mmm..."

"Oui." His eyes trailed down her form before moving back to her face.

She pushed her hair back, licking his lips. "Go me."

"Indeed."

She quirked a brow at him.

He returned the expression, propping himself up on his elbows.

Aahz swallowed, her gaze tracking down his body.

He quirked the other brow, lips twitching into a small smirk, "Ma Joli?"

"Yeah?" She jerked her gaze back to his.

He smiled, "Non. I have forgotten what it was I wished to ask."

She furrowed her brow. "You know... you are getting old... I suppose your memory's starting to go... sad, really."

"Now, Ma Joli... That was below the belt."

"You're not wearing a belt."

"Non, but it is a figure of speech."

"I was teasing, Jean-Claude." She bit her lip. "Sorry."

He raised a hand, cupping her face, "I know, Ma Joli."

"Oh." She bit her lip.

"Oui." His fingers caressed her face gently before he let go.

"Still. Shouldn't make age jokes. I mean… Not that long and I'll be 32..."

His lips quirked, and he brushed a kiss over hers, "Oui... is there anything you would like for the anniversary of your birth?"

"Mm. You don't have to get me anything." She smiled. "Besides... not like you could do the whole stripper thing. Most of the strippers I know are like siblings." She hugged him. "You're plenty. Family's all that matters."

He smiled, wrapping his arms around her, "Have you spoken with your parents recently? We could celebrate together this year."

She shook her head. "No..." Aahz sighed. "Ma doesn't like the phone bill. Doesn't understand what a phone card does..."

A small chuckle escaped him, "Perhaps a letter, then?"

"Yeah." She swallowed. "I wish they lived closer."

He kissed her forehead tenderly, "I know, Ma Joli..."

She tucked her head under his chin. "It's just... there. And Ma was just... weird about me being with you. She's going to have to get used to it though."

He bit back a sigh, "I am sure she will come to realize that what we have is not necessarily a bad thing."

"I'm sorry." Aahz bit her lip. Her mother's attitude towards the vampire on her visit had been cold... putting Jean-Claude in a funk for days as he thought Aahz would leave him as a result.

He smiled softly, resting his cheek on the top of her head, "You need not be sorry, Ma Joli. Her reaction was a just one, from a certain perspective."

"She's wrong though!" She sat up. "She was a real bitch about it and she doesn't even know you! She didn't even try!"

"If she does not see fit to try, then she will not, Ma Joli." He met her gaze, sighing softly.

Aahz swallowed, looking down. "I don't get it."

Jean-Claude pulled her into a hug, "Nor do I, Ma Joli. Perhaps she does not think I am good enough for you, in which case I would be inclined to agree."

"What?" She scowled. "No! I'm not too good for you... you butt!"

"It was merely a theory, Ma Joli." His lips quirked.

She twisted his nipple. "Jeez..."

He hissed in pain, arching away from her fingers. "Mon Dieu..." He raised a hand to rub at the swollen nub.

She leaned forward, pulling it into her mouth.

"Ma Joli..." The nub tightened in her mouth, and he swallowed.

She caressed it with her tongue before pulling back. "Sorry."

He shook his head, sliding his hand down her back, "It is fine, Ma Joli."

"No... I hurt you-"

"Oui, then made it up admirably."

"But-"

"No buts, Ma Joli." He brushed his lips over hers.

She kissed him back, hugging him. "Alright...Once a year."

He chuckled, "Oui. Once a year."
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