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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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Laura sighed, setting aside her sketchbook. She stood from the couch, which, she noticed with a snort, smelled like sex, and moved into the kitchen. "Micah?"

"Yes, Pet?" He smiled. "We can get your ring back from the jeweler today."

She smiled back, sitting down at the kitchen table next to him, "What are you doing?"

"Balancing my check book, Pet." He leaned over, kissing her temple.

"Mm...sounds fun." She looked up at him, and brushed a lock of hair away from his face.

"Mmhm. Always." He caught her hand in his. "You know I love numbers..." Of course he did... as a former accountant, he and numbers had always gotten along.

She shook her head, smiling slightly, "Which is one thing I never really understood."

He quirked a brow, setting down his pencil and tugging her into his lap. "Oh?"

She settled into his lap and nodded, "Yes."

Micah brushed his lips over hers as his hand stroked her knee. "How was work today?" It was the first week of school, so chaos tended to reign.

She shivered, "It was definitely interesting. Karen took it upon herself to decorate the office again. Pity, too. We just got it clean from the first time."

He smiled. "Poor Pet..."

"Mm... that and she convinced Mary to decorate the health room." She rested her head on his shoulder, "I hope for the schools sake that Grace never lets them into the library."

"You kidding me? Grace would fight them tooth and nail. I think she likes those books better than the kids." He smoothed her hair. "What would you like for dinner? I can cook, we can order in... or we can go out. Your pick."

She pressed a kiss to his neck. "Can we go out? We can get the ring then too."

Micah smiled, pulling her left hand to his mouth and kissing her ring finger. "Sounds great."

She shivered again, a small smile stealing across her face. He'd scared the hell out of her when he'd proposed. It had been normal, actually. He'd come to pick her up from work one rather bleak day in May, and had pulled into a park several blocks away from the school. She'd frowned at him, and asked what he was doing, then he had proposed. She'd fought the urge to jump him, and had settled instead for kissing him very nearly senseless.

"I can't believe you're making me wait for Christmas, Pet." He heaved a dramatic sigh. "But I suppose..."

Laura laughed softly, and lifted her head, brushing a kiss over his lips. "It's September. Only three Months."

"Mm. But I started in May." He pointed out, smiling before brushing his lips over hers again. "Let me get this checkbook sorted, then we'll go."

She slid off his lap and back into her chair, "Alright..."

As he crunched the numbers, he glanced at her. "What'd you sketch today, Pet?"

"It started out as the tree out in the front yard, but it's more focused now on the birds nest up in the top branches."

He smiled. "Sounds lovely."

She shrugged, "The actual thing is much better than my sketch."

He leaned, catching her mouth with his. "You know I love your artwork."

She smiled against his lips, "I know."

"Good." He nipped her lower lip before looking back to his checkbook.

She licked her lips unconsciously as she watched him, and she shook her head, her lips quirking slightly.

"Something wrong, Pet?" Micah began to pack away the papers and receipts.

She blinked, and shook her head again, "Nope."

"Good." He offered her his hand. "Do you need to do anything before we go, Pet?"

She took it, standing from her chair, "No, do you?"

He laced his fingers through hers. "I've got everything right here."

She smiled softly, and leaned up, brushing her lips over his, "I love you."

"Love you too, Pet." He hugged her to him, resting his face against hers. "I'm a lucky man..."

She wrapped her arms around his waist, letting her eyes slide shut. "Not nearly as lucky as I am." She said softly.

He shook his head. "No, Pet..." He brushed her lips over hers again.

She parted her lips, nipping gently at the corner of his mouth, "I am, and we've talked about this..."

He sighed. "I disagree, but..." He shrugged.

She pulled back from him reluctantly, "Where are we going out to?"

"Wherever you want, Pet."

She shrugged, threading her fingers through his again.

He kissed the corner of her mouth. "We'll wing it."

"Sounds like a plan." She smiled up at him, reaching up to brush his hair from his face again.

"Are you hinting that I need a hair cut, Pet?" He quirked a brow.

She shook her head, shooting him a mischievous grin, "No, I'm hinting that I love your hair and I can't stop touching it." She rolled her eyes jokingly. "Men."

Micah chuckled softly. "Ah. So I should cancel the appointment I made yesterday to get my hair done?"

She frowned slightly, "How short is it going to be?"

He motioned and her frown increased.

"That's really short, Micah." She slid her hand into his hair, pushing it back from his face.

He laughed. "I lied."

She scraped her nails along his scalp a little harder than she would normally, "How short are you really getting it?"

He shivered. "Just a trim, my Nimir Ra..."

She smiled, leaning up and brushing her lips over his. "Alright." She let her hand fall from his hair, her smile still playing with her lips. That had been a shock too... As if 'will you marry me' in itself wasn't enough of a shock, the next question that had come had shocked her just as much, if not more. 'Be my Nimir Ra?' She would forever be in awe of bleak Maydays.

He leaned down, brushing his lips over hers. "We're going to bed early, Pet."

"Mm... the moon is tomorrow." She squeezed his hand gently, before letting it go to grab her jacket.

"And I want you."

She smiled, sliding into her jacket, "That too."

He grinned as he slid into his leather jacket. "Let's go before Caleb and Gregory wakes up."

She nodded, opening the door, "Surprising they're actually asleep for once."

"Instead of shagging like rabbits." He grabbed his car keys off the rack. "I wish Caleb would just admit that he loves Gregory." Micah sighed. "It's killing Greg."

Laura nodded again, "It would definitely let up on some of the stress around here."

"Doesn't help that Stephen's friend keeps hitting on him." Micah pulled the door closed behind him. "Caleb gets so jealous... but he doesn't do anything."

She sighed, "Caleb just needs to wake up. Everybody can love... He just doesn't think so."

He wrapped an arm around her waist as they walked to the car. "Greg's not going to wait forever."

"I hope not... Caleb needs a reality check, and soon. Greg doesn't deserve the wait that Caleb's giving him."

Micah kissed her temple. "Let's talk about something happier."

She smiled slightly, "Like what?"

"Hm... us?"

She laughed as he unlocked the car. "What about us?"

"That's not a happier subject?" He quirked a brow, climbing in.

She climbed in, "It is a happier subject, but what about us did you want to talk about?" She quirked hers right back, buckling up.

"Hm... what do you want to do after we get to bed?" He waggled his eyebrows at her teasingly.

She smirked, "That's a surprise." She winked at him, settling back in her seat.

**********

Gregory sighed as he scrubbed the toilet. Caleb was still snoring away on the bed, content to sleep the day away. He shook his head, scrubbing harshly at a hard water stain. Over a year and a half... and yet Caleb still hadn't said 'I love you' in return. It sucked. Big time.

He gritted his teeth. And Thomas... Stephen's friend... seemed enchanted with him. Seriously. A fucking crush on him. Wasn't it great that Thomas had been sending him shit saying, 'I love you' as Caleb ran as far as he could away? Thomas had seen him once. ONCE. Caleb acted like he didn't even freaking care...

Gregory stood, disposing of the toilet cleaner brush. Thank God for the Clorox toilet brush. It was amazing. He slid the wand back into the box and put it under the sink as the phone rang. Great. He rinsed his hands quickly before running to grab it.

The line was quiet as Gregory picked up. "Hello?" Thomas asked, hope in his voice.

Gregory froze. "Hello."

"Gregory!" Thomas's too-annoying-to-be-true smile was clear in his voice. "Come to dinner with me tomorrow night, Luv."

"Who is this?"

"Thomas. Didn't you recognize my voice? I recognized yours. Of course, it's jus-"

"Thomas...." Gregory sighed. "I'm involved."

Caleb blinked sleep from his eyes as he slowly woke. "Greg?"

"But - You don't look happy with him! I could Ma-"

"I'm perfectly happy with Caleb. I'd appreciate it if you'd just leave me alone."

Caleb pulled himself out of bed, a slight frown on his face. "Greg?" He asked again.

"But I lo-"

"No. You don't. You don't even know me." Gregory sighed, leaning on the dresser... avoiding Caleb's gaze.

Caleb's frown deepened, "Gregory?"

Thomas sighed, "You don't know that! Just give me a chance!"

"No. I won't. Just stop it Thomas." Gregory swallowed, finally meeting Caleb's eyes.

Caleb's jaw clenched. "Can I talk to him Greg?"

"You should. I've never given you a reason not to! I'll pay for dinner and everything."

"Look... Thomas... I need to go-" Gregory jumped as Caleb jerked the phone from his hand.

Caleb was scowling at the dresser as he spoke, "You're Thomas, right?"

"Yeah. What's it to you?"

"You leave Greg alone. I will not, under any circumstances, allow you to speak with him again. You understand? He has repeatedly told you to leave him the hell alone, now take his advice before I force you to."

The line clicked dead in his ear.

Gregory bit the inside of his cheek. "I'm going to finish cleaning the bathroom..."

Caleb hung up the phone and met Gregory's eyes. "I'm sorry, Greg. He's just..."

"Yeah. It's fine." He turned, heading towards the bathroom.

Caleb bit his lip, looking down at the carpet. "Okay."

“Cale?"

"Yeah?"

"What's wrong?"

"It's just... I've been thinking." Caleb looked up at him, his eyes thoughtful and... sad. "You can do better than me. You shouldn't have to stick around waiting for me to return your feelings, you should be able to go see people who can love you back." He bit his lip again, "I don't want to tie you down."

Gregory stilled. "Cale-"

"Seriously, Greg. Call," His nose wrinkled, "Thomas back or something. But don't wait around for me."

"I don't want Thomas!"

"Well, what do you want?" Caleb snapped. It was better this way... If Greg just left, then the other were could move on, and the issue would be solved.

"I want you." Gregory swallowed.

Caleb took a deep breath, "Greg, maybe this just wasn't meant to work out."

"Caleb.... just... just try, okay? It'll work." It had to...

"Maybe I don't want it to!" Caleb half yelled, the lie nearly making him gag.

Gregory jerked, paling. "Sorry to have wasted your time then." He swallowed, leaving the room.

Caleb took the three steps over to the bed and sat down hard. Oh hell no. He was not going to cry. What the hell? He hadn't loved him! He swallowed, the lump in his throat making it difficult. Caleb buried his face in his hands, biting his lip harshly. This sucked.

Gregory made it outside before he fell to his knees, gagging. Damn. He pushed his hair back with a shaking hand and started for the road. Stephen... Stephen would... do something. Numbness filled him, his eyes dry. Stephen.

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Stephen blinked as he opened the door. "Gregory?"

"Stephen..."

Stephen stepped back from the door, his bare feet padding on the carpet. His chest was bare, and his pants looked as if they had been thrown on haphazardly. "Come in... what's wrong, Greg?"

Greg swallowed. "I'm dirty."

Stephen shook his head, "Come in, Greg."

Gregory stepped shakily into the house, glancing around. "I didn't mean to intrude... should have called..."

Stephen shook his head, shutting the door behind his twin. "It's alright, Greg." He led the way to the living room, and motioned for Gregory to sit down.

Gregory sat, pulling his knees to his chest.

Stephen sat on the edge of the coffee table, frowning slightly, "Greg?"

"Mm?" He swallowed, fisting his hands.

"Are you alright?" Cuz you look like shit...

"Caleb... He..."

Stephen tilted his head, "What happened?"

"He doesn't want to try to love me." Gregory was rather amazed at this numb feeling. He hadn't felt it in a while...

His twin frowned, "Do you want to stay here for awhile? There's a guest room down the hall."

Gregory met his twin's eyes and felt his own start to burn. What was wrong with him...?

Stephen bit his lip, and stood slowly, a little unwilling to touch his near-to-tears twin.

A tear slid down his face and a sob welled. Gregory swore, biting his fist.

Stephen hesitantly rested a hand on Gregory's back, rubbing in small circles.

Gregory jerked before his eyes met Stephen's. "I'm... I'm sorry..."

Stephen shook his head, "It's fine, Greg." He smiled slightly at his twin, feeling as if he was accepting an apology for much more than just breaking down on the couch.

"I mean..." Gregory nearly choked, burying his face in his knees.

"It's okay..." Stephen rubbed Gregory's back until the leopard’s tears stopped.

Slowly, Gregory raised his mottled, swollen face. "I'm not going back in there."

Stephen shook his head, "I'll go get your stuff later, if you want." His hand stopped rubbing, though it stayed as a warm presence of Gregory's back.

"Please... I'll... find someplace else, soon. Hopefully Jean-Claude will give me a job..." He sighed. "God, this sucks."

The wolf nodded, "I can talk to Jean-Claude about giving you work at Danse Macabre, and you can stay here as long as you want." Stephen slowly removed his hand from Gregory's back, crouching to look into Gregory's face.

"Stephen?"

"Yeah, Greg?"

"Why... why did he-" He cut himself off.

Stephen shook his head, "Because he doesn't want to bust his ass and try anything."

Gregory swallowed. "Kay."

Stephen sat down on the carpet, "How much sleep have you gotten recently? You don't look your best, Greg."

"Not... not a lot." He swallowed. "Doesn't help that Thomas won't leave me alone."

Stephen had the grace to look sheepish, "I can talk to him, if it helps."

Gregory lowered his head. "Does it matter now?"

His twin sighed, "Look, let me set you up in the guest room, you can get some sleep, and I'll go get your stuff from Micah's."

"I'll go with you."

Gregory jerked as he heard the soft feminine voice. "Vivian."

"I'll go, Gregory, while you sleep." She eased forward. "And take a shower."

Stephen smiled slightly, and stood, "Come on, Greg. Let's get you settled in." He offered his twin his hand, beginning to feel a little more comfortable with letting Gregory touch him. It had been years since then... people changed.

Gregory looked at him warily before taking the hand, swallowing. "Thank you."

Vivian shook her head. "It's alright. You rest... we'll take care of you."

Stephen pulled him up, and let his hand go. "I'll be back in a few minutes, Vivian." He smiled at his lover, and led Gregory to the guest bedroom.

Vivian nodded. "I'll get an extra blanket."

Gregory watched them silently, unsure of what to say.

Stephen stood at the entrance to the guest bedroom, "Come on, Greg."

He nodded, heading for his brother.

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Caleb looked up from where he was pacing in the kitchen. No one was home besides himself, Zane, and Cherry, and they weren't much for company. He nearly jumped as the front door opened and Vivian and... Gregory entered. "Gre- Oh. Sorry, Stephen."

Stephen shrugged, his eyes, the same cornflower blue of his twins, cold.

Vivian glared at the other leopard. "Gregory's room is this way, Stephen."

Stephen nodded, "Alright."

Caleb winced at the glare. "Viv - can I talk to you?"

She raised her head. "Talk."

Caleb swallowed, "Um... without Stephen?"

Stephen shrugged again, "Which room is Greg's? I'll be right back."

"The one on the left."

Stephen nodded in thanks, and started up the stairs.

"Talk, Caleb, if you've got so much to say." Vivian pushed her hair back, her dark eyes angry.

"I just... have you seen Greg? He left nearly two hours ago, and I haven't seen him... I'm worried." He bit his lip, looking at her pleadingly.

Her mouth dropped open. "You..."

"Maybe I shouldn't have asked..."

Vivian stomped into the kitchen, her eyes flashing. "You have put him through Hell today, and now you dare to try and act all concerned?! It doesn't work that way! You told him you didn't want him. Did you expect him to come back for another dose of your shit? Cause it's not happening. He's safe... from you."

Caleb flinched, backing away from her. Her words hit home, and he sat down in one of the chairs he had pushed out of his way earlier. "It's not true. I just want him to be able to move on."

"He's hardly able to live right now." Vivian sighed. "You hurt him. He's done everything for you... and... you do nothing for him. Except hurt him."

Caleb's fists clenched in his lap, "It hurts me too, you know! I didn't want him to be saddled with me when I couldn't return his feelings. And he wouldn't go, what other choice did I have?"

"You could have given it a chance." Stephen said flatly from the doorway, a full bag held in his hand.

Vivian nodded, going to her lover and wrapping her arms around him.

Stephen slid his free arm around her waist, "You should have given it a chance, Caleb. He's... Damn, I wouldn't blame him if he hated you."

Caleb lowered his gaze to the table. "Neither would I."

Vivian bit her tongue before looking up at Stephen. "We should go..."

Stephen nodded, letting her go and turning towards the door.

Vivian slid a hand down his back, glancing at Caleb. "You know what I think?"

"That I fucked up big time?" Caleb offered, his voice dead.

"Well... besides that. I think you're ass over tea kettle in love... and in denial... unless you don't think Greg's loveable... and after his past, who could blame you?"

He looked up at her, a confused look on his face.

Stephen rolled his eyes, and made his way towards the door, "I'll be in the car, Vivian."

"Mm. After all... he's a pervert... after what he did to his own brother... who could love him?"

Caleb shook his head, "He's not..."

Stephen shut the door behind himself, his lips quirking slightly. Vivian was fine with Gregory's past, like she was with his own. It was definitely a good tactic to make Caleb think.

"Whatever... I'm sure Thomas will be able to help him get over you." Vivian shrugged, heading for the door.

************

Nathaniel opened the door to the apartment with a small yawn.

Jess sighed. "I'm going to kill him, I swear..."

"Jason?" Nathaniel asked, shutting the door behind them.

"Mm. Fuckwit."

"What was that about anyway?" He pulled his jacket off, dropping it onto the couch.

"I told him his being an ass was losing us customers." She sighed, tugging her hair free of its clip.

He watched it tumble around her shoulders, "Let me guess, he didn't take it well."

"Does he ever? I swear, people smile at him and he gets pissed." She stretched. "I'm going to grab a shower, a bite to eat, then get to bed..."

He nodded, "You want help for any of those?" He offered her a grin, pulling the hair tie from his braid.

Jess smiled. "Well... you could wash my back..."

He quirked a brow, smirking, "Mm... anything else I can wash?"

"Hmm... like what?"

He shrugged, his lips curling into a knowing smile, "I like your back, Hun, but your front is always a favorite."

"Tell you what... you can wash whatever you want... if I can return the favor." Jess felt heat pool in her tummy at the look on his face before she turned, heading to the bathroom.

He followed her, tugging off his shirt as he went.

She stepped into the bathroom, unbuttoning hers as she faced him. "Mm."

He tossed it into the bedroom, before shutting the bathroom door behind them. "Mm?"

"You look good." She bit her lip, shrugging her shirt off.

He smiled, stepping toward her, "You look gorgeous."

Jess looked down at herself, then back up at him with a furrowed brow. "Sure..."

He brushed a kiss over her lips, reaching around behind her to unclasp her bra. "You are, Jess."

She shivered, sucking his lower lip into her mouth as her hands went to the fly on his jeans.

He swallowed, sliding his hands down her back, her bra falling forward on her arms.

She tugged it off, tossing it into the laundry bin before going back to the fly on his jeans, sliding the zipper down.

He shivered, his own hands coming down to the fly on her pants.

She kissed at his jaw, rubbing herself against his chest.

He groaned softly, "Jess..." His fingers flicked open button on her pants, easing the zipper open.

"Mm?" She pushed his pants down, along with the little blue thong.

He kicked off his shoes and pants, stepping out of the thong. "Nothing..."

Jess swallowed, grasping his member in her hand.

He gasped, his hands gripping her pants tightly.

She met his lilac eyes. "Something wrong?" She stroked her thumb over the hardening head.

He swallowed, shaking his head, "No..." He pushed at her pants, anxious to get them off of her.

She released him, hooking her fingers in her panties and pants, pushing them down. Like normal, she'd kicked off her shoes at the door, so she didn't have to worry about that.

He watched her strip down, feeling himself harden further.

Jess met his gaze again as she straightened, pushing her hair back.

Nathaniel pulled her to him, his arm sliding around her waist.

Her breath hitched as they pressed together. "Nathaniel..."

"Mm?" He lowered his mouth to her jaw, pressing a kiss to it.

She shivered. "Shower?"

He nipped gently, and nodded, "Shower."

Jess slid a hand down his back, turning to reach to turn on the water.

He bit his lip, shivering.

Once the water was suitably warm, near hot, she looked back at him. "Would you like to get in first?"

"You go ahead." I have to be sure I can still stand on my own...

She smiled, stepping into the warm spray with an appreciative moan.

Nathaniel swallowed, stepping in after her.

Jess turned, leaning against the wall as she bit her lip. "This feels like Heaven."

"Mmhmm..." He smiled slightly, letting the water soak through his still loosely braided hair.

She reached for him, catching his hand in hers.

He let her pull him toward her, and slid wrapped his arms around her waist.

She pressed a kiss to his chest, nuzzling it.

He shivered, his muscles bunching under her touch. "Jess..."

"Hm?" She looked up at him.

He rocked his hips against hers, not answering verbally.

Her breath hitched. "Oh..."

He swallowed, nodding. "Oh."

"I thought you were going to wash my back, not-"

"Later..." He leaned down, catching her lips with his.

She purred, sliding her hands into his hair, undoing the remains of the braid.

He pulled her lower lip into his mouth, sucking at it teasingly.

Jess whimpered, pressing into him.

He let her lip go, a low moan escaping his throat as he pressed back.

She slid a hand down his chest, teasing his nipples.

He purred, shifting against her hand.

She parted her lips, letting him deepen the kiss.

He slipped his tongue into her mouth, his eyes sliding shut.

She purred, cupping his taught butt in her hands.

It clenched under her hands, and he pressed against her.

Jess whimpered into his mouth, hooking her leg over his hip.

He broke the kiss to suck in a breath. He slid his hands down to cup her bum, lifting her up against the wall.

She shivered, wrapping her legs around him as her arms went around his shoulders.

He kissed the hollow of her neck, nipping gently.

"Nathaniel..." She moaned, her head tilting.

He soothed the spot with his tongue, smiling. "Jess?"

She rocked her hips as the water rained down. "Want you."

He groaned, "Mm... want you too..."

She nipped his jaw. "Now?"

"Please..." His head tilted to the side.

She sucked at his pulse, rocking her hips against his hardness.

He groaned, positioning himself outside her entrance.

Jess shifted, the tip of him easing inside.

Nathaniel swallowed, pressing the rest of the way into her.

She moaned, arching her back.

He groaned again, "Lord, Jess..."

"Hmm...?" She rocked against him, sliding her hands into his hair.

He shook his head, pulling nearly completely out of her before sliding back in.

She whimpered, feeling him brush across her clitoris and that sweet spot inside.

He kissed her neck, repeating the movements of his hips.

Jess slid her hands over him, gripping him within her wet channel.

He moaned against her skin, thrusting harder into her.

She moaned, beginning a pattern of gripping as he withdrew, releasing as he slid back in.

He ground into her several thrusts later, his face buried in her neck.

Jess shivered, biting her lip. "I'm... mm...."

He swallowed, thrusting up into her, "You're...?"

"I... I'm going to..." She groaned, arching her back against him.

He moaned into her neck, "Mm...close, Jess..." He thrust up hard into her, his eyes squeezing shut.

Her hands gripped him as she ground into him, whimpering.

He groaned, grinding back into her.

He brushed her clitoris, and that was enough to send her flying... She came, gripping him hard.

He came with her, her clenching sending him over the edge.

She leaned against him, panting. “Damn, Kitty.”

He chuckled softly, "Mmhmm..."

Jess kissed his neck, smoothing his wet hair.

Nathaniel shivered, and pulled out of her slowly.

She unwrapped her legs from around him, biting her lip as he set her back on her feet.

He pressed a kiss to her temple, "Love you."

"Mm. Love you too." She pressed her face into his. "Now..."

"Now?" He smiled, reaching for the soap.

"Mm. Washing. We're both fairly messy." She nipped the corner of his mouth.

He grinned, grabbing the soap, "True."

"Uh huh... and whose fault is that?"

He brushed a kiss over her lips, "I'll take full credit, unless you want it?"

She laughed softly, rubbing her face along his. "Mm. You look too good..."

He chuckled, "Turn around, Jess... I'll wash your back."

Jess quirked a brow before turning, placing her hands on the wall and spreading her legs slightly as if a police officer was going to search her.

He crouched, pressing a kiss to each of her thighs before lathering up her legs leisurely.

She gasped, looking over her shoulder at him. "Nathaniel..."

He smiled slightly, shifting the soap into a more secure grip and sliding it up her inner thigh.

She let her eyes slide shut and rested her forehead on the cool tile. Lord.

He repeated the motion on her other thigh, bringing his free hand up to part her folds with a skilled finger.

Jess gasped, her eyes shooting open. "Nathaniel..."

He circled her entrance teasingly, "Yes?"

"You're... mm..." She bit her lip, furrowing her brow in passion.

He slid his finger into her, the hand with the soap easing over her legs.

She moaned, gripping his finger as she shivered.

The bar of soap slid over her bum, and he moved his finger in a repeat of the rhythm they had shared earlier.

Jess whimpered, pressing her face against the wall.

He added another finger, the soap reaching to clean her back.

She began to rock her hips, biting her lip as she shook her hair out of the way.

He set the soap aside, moving his fingers steadily.

"Nathaniel... please... more..." She swallowed.

He slid in a third finger, nipping gently at her inner thigh.

Jess whimpered, biting her lip hard.

Nathaniel soothed the red mark with his tongue, crooking his fingers inside her.

She cried out, pressing into his hand. "I... pl..." He crooked his fingers again and she came, her knees giving out.

He pulled his fingers out of her, standing and catching her easily before she hit the shower floor. He pressed a kiss to her neck, "Mm... now we can wash."

Jess blinked, her eyes watering slightly.

He nuzzled her neck, setting her back up on her feet, though his arms stayed firmly around her.

"Natha-"

He nudged her hair back, "Yes?”

"That... that wasn't washing..." She swallowed.

He smiled, kissing the spot behind her ear, "No, it wasn't."

"That wasn't fair..." She shifted against him.

He swallowed, "It's okay..."

“Still not fair…”

"I love touching you, though."

Jess shivered, finally able to hold her own weight again. "Ditto..." She looked over her shoulder at him, biting her lip.

His lilac eyes darkened at the thought, and he swallowed again.

She turned, nipping at his lower lip.

He brushed his lips over hers, "We need to wash... the hot water's running out..."

She reached over, turning it off. "In a second."

He shivered, the water on his skin cooling. "Alright."

She nipped his lower lip before kneeling on the wet shower floor.

He swallowed, pressing his hand against the shower wall.

Jess laved at his belly button, tracing it teasingly.

He bit his lip, pressing harder on the wall.

She glanced up at him. "Something wrong?"

He shook his head, "No..."

Jess smiled, nipping at his hipbone.

Nathaniel let out a very small mewl, his hips pressing forward.

She nuzzled him, stroking a hand up his chest.

His muscles bunched and he moaned softly, "Jess..."

"Mmhmm?" She licked a ring around the base of his hard member as she grasped him.

He shook his head, his eyes shutting as his hips pressed forward again.

She licked along his length until her tongue probed at the tip of him.

He gasped, his eyes snapping open. He moaned as she probed him again, his hips rocking against her mouth.

She parted her lips, sucking him in.

His fingers dug at the tile, gripping at the smooth surface. "Jess..."

She swallowed, engulfing all of him as she sucked and caressed him with her tongue.

He moaned again, his hips rocking into her.

She slid him out of her mouth, probing his tip again before beginning a gentle rhythm.

Several minutes later, his knees close to giving out, Nathaniel swallowed, "Jess...close..."

She found his nipple with her fingers, scraping a fingernail lightly over it as she increased her sucking.

He shivered violently, his peak growing closer as she tongued his tip again.

Jess sucked at the head of him, swirling her tongue about his tip.

He bit his lip harshly, his hips jerking.

Jess swallowed, laving at the tip of him again.

Nathaniel's eyes squeezed shut as he came hard against her.

She squeezed her eyes shut as he came against her face, mostly missing her mouth. Oops.

He shuddered, his eyes opening slowly.

Jess swallowed, licking her lips. "Oops."

Nathaniel crouched, wiping her eyelids carefully. "Sorry, Hun..."

She smiled. "Mm. It's fine."

He bit his lip, continuing to wipe her face.

Slowly, she opened her eyes. "Something wrong?"

He shook his head, looking down at his dripping hand. "Nope... should have held back though..."

She scowled, pulling his hand to her mouth. "No."

He worried his lip between his teeth, "Okay."

Jess laved at his palm, meeting his eyes. "It happens... and personally... I don't care where you come on me as long as you do."

He swallowed, "Alright, Jess... I'll keep that in mind."

"Mm. You do that." She leaned forward, kissing his jaw. "Shall we wash now?"

He smiled, tilting his head to press a kiss to the spot behind her ear, "Yeah. The hot water should be back too."

"Uh huh… Then... bed." She nuzzled him.

"What, no food?" He nipped gently at her earlobe.

"Mm... maybe later..." She shivered.

He pulled back after soothing the red mark, and reached over to start the water again.

Jess looked down as the water began to pour down on them. "We should stand."

He nodded, standing up slowly. He offered her a hand, the water beating down on them.

She let him help her up, reaching for the soap. "So... your back still needs to be washed..."

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Misty Malone shouted the chant with her fellow protestors, climbing towards the small podium they'd set up in the Blood Quarter. A few people were milling around... but not enough. She set down her sign as she turned on her microphone. "Good Evening!" Some of the crowd waiting for entrance to Guilty Pleasures faced her and she continued.

"We all preach against racism... yet is the treatment of weres any better? They have a disease-"

Forrest groaned, holding his head in his hands. They'd been at this for hours. Not that he didn't like weres; Nathaniel and Jess were nice, but honestly. This was over the top. And the chant... He growled. He rested his head against the cool metal of the back door, his eyes sliding shut. He was beginning to hate the chick with the microphone. Her voice was aggravating.

"However, this disease has many benefits! Instead of causing the person to die, it actually prolongs their life. When someone with HIV or AIDS is infected, they are cured of said diseases..." Misty kept her voice clear, determined as she spelled out the medical repercussions and benefits before moving on to examples of the unfair treatment of the weres. She had to do something... if only for Melissa... her much younger stepsister.

Forrest fought the urge to slam his head against the door. One, he doubted the door would appreciate it, and two, it would only make his head hurt more. He slowly moved away from Guilty Pleasures, moving to the other side of the Quarter. He needed to have a chat with Dead Dave. What the hell was he doing letting that... woman, preach in front of his bar? Talk about a way to lose business...

Misty blinked as she watched a man walk by, ignoring their efforts. "Sir!"

Forrest managed not to wince, and turned his leanly muscled body towards the current annoyance of his being. "Yes?"

Misty hopped down from the stage, grabbing a flyer and pin as she stalked towards him, her blonde hair flying behind her. "My name is Misty Malone, I'm in charge of this protest and I couldn't help but notice-"

Forrest fixed her with a clearly uninterested look, "Notice what? That I was on my way across the street and you just had to pass out a flyer?" Lord, his head was pounding... He brushed his dark hair away from his face, taking the opportunity to rub his at his temple.

She frowned. "Sir, the subject of this protest is quite serious, I assure you. Do you have any idea how many injustices are being done to weres? I-"

He shut his eyes, and slowly counting to ten, before opening them again, "Ma'am, I mean you no disrespect, but yes. I am aware of the injustices to were-kind, no, I'm not against your protest -"

Her green eyes darkened. "Yet you see fit to do nothing about it?"

He sighed, "It's not that, I just don't openly support annoying flashy protesters."

"Excuse me?" Her tone was incredulous and... to put it shortly... pissed.

Forrest arched a bored brow, "You heard me the first time, I'm sure."

"Annoying? Flashy? I'll have you know you-" He cut her off again and she glared.

He glared at her, his dark eyes angry, "It would be advisable if you shut your mouth, Miss Malone. Frankly I don't think you realize exactly what you're dealing with."

"Are you threatening me? I never. Sir, I'm trying to work for the good of others. You have a lot of gall if you'll threaten someone over that." Misty poked his chest with the pamphlet. "And what sort of man threatens a woman anyway? Not one secure in his own manhood!"

Forrest's hand shot up and grabbed her wrist, and he brought his other hand around to pluck the pamphlet from her grasp. "I never said I was threatening you, did I? I merely commented that you do not know what you are dealing with. Believe me, it is blaringly obvious that you are oblivious."

"I suggest you let me go... or you will regret it." She glared right back at him... not once meeting his eyes.

He snorted softly, and cast her away from him, "I would not accost strange men in the streets if I were you, Miss Malone." He bit back the rest of his retort, and began walking away from her again.

She scowled after him as she stumbled. "Jerk."

Her only response was the slight tensing of muscles in his back as he continued away from her.
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