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Who are you?	By : adoniskontos Category: Anita Blake > Threesomes Plus Views: 1500 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Who are you?
- 2-Chapter Two
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I am not aware of how much time has passed the next time I open my eyes, but I know one thing. I am alone. Compared to how I woke up earlier, it was an improvement, a major one. I didn’t feel like dealing with a controlling master vampire or his little wolf either.

Sitting up slowly, I glance around and find that I have been moved. The sheets beneath me are soft cotton, not silk, and the lavish furniture has been replaced by a somewhat more comfortable décor. Since I’m not entirely certain of the entire layout of the circus I am not sure what room, or even whose room I am in, but I’m sure a quick walk out the door will remedy that.

Sliding from the bed I am relieved to find a much longer nightgown covering me, though I have to wonder how I feel about someone changing me while I lay passed out. This one was still silk, but my chest and most of my legs are covered so I can’t really complain.

Before I can stop myself I reach under the pillow I had been laying on and pull out a small gun that fit my hand perfectly. Blinking in surprise, I stare down a the gun as though it might come to life and bite me. I didn’t sleep with a gun, Anita did, and that someone had thought of it actually made me smile. They were taking me seriously. Bully for me.

Replacing the gun, as I didn’t think I’d actually need it-that was Anita’s comfort object, not mine-I turn for the door. I’m getting tired of waking up to a strange room and never seeing the outside, it’s really disorienting. Reaching the door, I fling it open, as if expecting someone to come bursting in and preventing me from leaving. No one is standing on the other side. Actually, the only thing in the long stone hallway stretching to either side of the doorway is a single torch, it’s flames dancing in a faint breeze that I’m not sure should have been in the hallway to begin with.

Common sense tells me the way out is where the breeze is coming from and I turn to the right, chilled the instant my feet touch cold stone. The sounds of my movement, though quiet in reality, seemed loud and obnoxious in the quiet of the hallway. I found myself wishing Jean Claude had decorated the lower part of the Circus as much as he did his living room. I just wanted something to soften the stone walls. Wrapping my arms around myself tightly, I shiver, hands grasping the cool bare skin of my arms. By the time I reach the end of the hallway I am met with yet another stone hallway with two ways to choose from. Taking a left this time I travel a ways before a distant light, brighter than that of a torch, shines from around a corner. Picking up my pace I reach the brighter light and find myself standing in the doorway to Jean-Claude’s bedroom.

Blinking against the harshness of the light I step over the threshold and onto the contrasting and warm carpet. Immediately I feel warmer. After a moment, I finally focus on the figures sitting on the bed and a blush finds my cheeks. Jason lay halfway onto Jean-Claude’s lap, his nude body lay gloriously on display against the black silk and Jean-Claude’s ivory skin. His neck and chest were bloody and if the blood on Jean-Claude’s lips was any indication I figured I knew what had happened already. I was embarrassed to find my eyes traveling lower to where Jason lay thick and hard against his own stomach making it obvious he’d enjoyed the feeding. Averting my eyes, the only convenient target was the pair next to them, though that proved to be not much better. Asher, in all his golden glory, lay propped against the black pillows, with a very contented and…aroused Nathaniel in his arms. Unable to say anything that might excuse my wandering eyes I finally find the floor, and stand there as if their silence was chiding enough.

A soft laugh draws my eyes back up and I find myself pinned to the spot by a deep blue gaze. “You act as though you have never seen a man nude before, ma petite.” he murmurs softly. I feel my cheeks grow hotter but all I can do is shrug helplessly. “I’m not your little one and actually this is the first time I’ve ever seen a nude and aroused man in person.” I explain. I feel as though I am talking with another’s vocal chords, I can’t seem to get the words out without having to clear my throat.

Another amused laugh and I turn to leave. As hot as the scene is, I really don’t want to be here. I have other things to worry about, namely the love of my life. “Tyanne, stop.”

His words halt my footsteps and I turn back to face his curious expression once more. “There are others you have not had the pleasure of meeting, waiting for you in the living room, others that are not very happy that you are here and Anita is not. I would not advise walking among them alone.” his tone was neutral but I could understand the danger he was warning me against.

Keeping my back to them I wrap my arms around myself once more and stay where I had paused. “Then I will wait for you to finish so that you can accompany me.” I murmur. There, nice and polite and I don’t have to turn and stare at certain body parts I don’t wish to see right this moment.

There is the sound of rustling cloth and several bodies moving about and then a warm hand touches my shoulder. I spin around to find Nathaniel watching me with cautious eyes. He is still nude, his long auburn hair spilling about him in a warm vanilla scented curtain. His eyes really are very pretty, I’ve never seen lilac colored eyes. “Aren’t you going to get dressed?” I ask, voice strained.

He gives me a hesitant smile and shakes his head. “I feel more comfortable this way. And no offense, but you’re not Anita, I only cover up for her.” he murmurs before brushing past me into the hallway. I watch him walk away, wondering how Anita had kept her hands off for so long.

Tearing my eyes away from the sight of his lithe form sauntering away from me I turn to find Jean Claude and Asher standing by the bed, robed and waiting for Jason to finish cleaning up. Said werewolf appears in the doorway of the bathroom blood free and wearing a pair of silk bottoms. Thankful for that small courtesy I stay glued to the spot until Jean Claude and Asher breeze past me and Jason pauses to urge me on after them. “They won’t bite for another couple of hours, trust me.” he said with a wolfish grin, “But I can’t promise I won’t.”

Ignoring him, I turn after the vampires, following them up the hallway and into another brightly lit room.

The moment I am able to see again I am met with several curious stares and a few angry glares. I am able to pick out the new faces instantly. Richard stands to the left of the couch, his six foot plus figure making it hard not to recognize him. His hair is still shorter than I would have liked, or at least what Anita would have liked, but his gaze is fixed on me as if trying to burn me on the spot. Turning away from those angry eyes I find Micah seated on the couch, his yellow-green kitty cat eyes piercing me just as harshly.

“Um…hi.” I murmur lamely but no one says a word. I feel like a traitor standing among them, alone and in danger of being ripped apart.

Swallowing past the lump in my throat I open my mouth to speak but before I can even get the words out a commotion from the door leading to the top of the circus draws everyone’s attention. One of the voices I recognize but the other one, an elderly sounding voice, I do not. A moment later the one person in the world I wanted to see at that moment steps into the room, shaking off the concerned looking were-rat at her side. She spots me and I see relief there in her expression that I was sure mirrored my own right that second.

Forgetting that we stood in the midst of a rather large group of supernatural beings I bolted towards her, not stopping until my arms were securely around her neck and her arms held me tightly. It didn’t occur to me that the strength in her arms was significantly more than it probably should have been.

Someone cleared their throat and only with a reluctant sigh did I pull back from her and give her an uncertain smile. “I’m glad you’re okay,” I murmur and she looks uncertain for a moment before moving as though to speak before her words are cut off.

“Jean Claude has explained everything to us already, but I want to hear from you why Anita isn’t here.” this from Richard, and I don’t need to feel the angry bite of his energy to know that he is pissed.

Turning slowly, so that I could still lean against Nessa, I meet Richard’s angry, amber colored gaze as steadily as I dared. “If Jean Claude already told you then there isn’t much else to tell. I don’t know anymore about this than you do.” I say confidently but the angry lash of energy that strikes me wipes me clean of any courage I had managed to build up.

But what happens next shocks the room into silence. An answering whip of living energy staggers Richard back a step and I turn surprised blue eyes to the woman behind me. Her own eyes had bled to an iridescent gold. Those alien eyes in such a familiar face shocked me at first but then realization dawned and I couldn’t stop the laugh that bubbled up and past my lips. “Leopard, jeez you became a leopard. The full moon was last night then?”

She turns those alien eyes to me and a small smile tugs at her lips. I can feel the press of her otherworldly energy around us and the intensity of it is almost frightening. She was a brand new lycanthrope and already her strength rivaled Richards.

I heard movement before I was able to comprehend what was happening and before I new it I was standing alone and the sound of angry growls spun me around. Micah and Nessa stood facing each other, though she stood above him as he only stood at 5’3’’ like myself and Anita.

His hands were held in loose claws, his yellow green eyes narrowed in challenge. Her own golden gaze never wavered and I watched in astonishment as the bones in her hands shifted and became claws as well. “Nessa!” I didn’t want to see her hurt, and I had no way of knowing if she was simply acting on instincts she couldn’t control or not, but I wasn’t going to let there be a fight if I could help it.

The sound of her name drew her head to the side and a flicker of comprehension dawned before her attention snapped back to the leopard king in front of her. I’m not sure what either of them would have done but before either of them could lift even a claw, the graying were-rat stepped between them, and pushed at Micah’s chest gently. “Nimar Raj, she is a new leopard, however powerful. Please do not hold this against her. She perceived you as a threat to her loved one.”

Something moved behind Micah’s eyes as he considered the old rat’s words before he finally stepped back, swallowing all that hot energy back into himself. I watched as Nessa did the same, shuddering slightly when her hands returned to normal. “Fuck..” she murmured and collapsed into the couch.

I was at her side before anyone could say another word and I pulled her eyes back to me, relieved to find them hazel brown once more. “You scared the crap out of me.” I whisper tightly, almost on the verge of tears.

For one moment I had been afraid I might lose her, that she would die in this unforgiving world because of something as silly as a wrong look from a threatening leopard king.

She draws me in against her and I let that small bit of comfort ease some of my fear, but that didn’t make the rest of the room disappear like I wanted it to.

Someone clears their throat once more and I turn to find Jean Claude gazing down at us, a curious expression making him look years younger. “I am sorry to interrupt such a beautiful reunion, but there are a few more pressing matters to discuss. Such as how we are going to return you to your own world and bring Anita to this one.”

As good as the idea sounded to me, I didn’t have a clue as to how to return or get Anita back. For all I knew we were here for a reason, something that we might be able to fix that Anita would never be able to do herself. Or maybe it was just a freak accident that none of us could really help. The thought of being stuck here forever was a sobering one.

“You could try rolling me again to see if you can contact her.” I suggested and Nessa’s arms tightened around me in warning. The gesture warmed me and I give her a soft smile, pressing my lips to her cheek lightly. “It’s okay, I trust him in this. He won’t hurt me as long as I’m the only way he has of contacting Anita.” I whisper, knowing everyone in the room can hear me anyway but not really caring.

“Fine, but I get to hold you.” she states and Jean Claude shrugs gracefully as only he can do. “I do not mind, ma Cherie, but I assure you I do not intend to harm her.” he states in a tone meant to soothe a wild animal. He was being awfully careful, but then again I understood the need almost immediately. Nessa was a brand new lycanthrope and her emotions would be easily triggered and anything could excite her beast enough to force her to turn. With me leaning against her and almost kiss-ably close that wasn’t a pleasant thought. Once turned she wouldn’t be able to tell her mother from her worst enemy, let alone a nice edible human placed so conveniently in her lap.

Shifting so that I could face Jean-Claude, I offered up my gaze to his and I was suddenly drowning in twin pools of deep sapphire. A brush of soft curls against my face and I turned to see Anita laying there as before, her dark brown nearly black eyes holding a certainty I didn’t feel. But instead of being alone, I could feel others here with us this time. I looked up to see Jean-Claude kneeling over us, his blue gaze soft and patient. “Ma petite.” he murmurs softly and she smiles. “Jean Claude. Have you managed to put the pieces together yet?”

He sighs and shakes his head. “No we have not. We were hoping you might have found something.” There was a moment of hesitation before she sighs as well. “Nothing actually.”

Other figures are appearing in the dark and I spot them as they move into the light. Richard, Micah, and Nathaniel all stand above us, looking anywhere from grim to overjoyed at seeing Anita. Her attention turns to them, her expression one of stern certainty. “I am okay, but you will not take this out on Tyanne. Something has happened to make us switch places and it can’t be blamed on either of us, so be nice.” she says and turns to Jean Claude. “That means you too. I know what happened between the two of you and I’m not happy. I wouldn’t put up with that macho master vampire bullshit either so I don’t expect her to. If that happens again and I get back there is going to be hell to pay.” she states simply and Jean Claude has the grace to look embarrassed. “It will not happen a second time, ma petite, I can assure you.”

Sighing in relief I smile as she turns back to me. “Don’t let these guys push you around. You have my power and my strength of will. Now go before your leopard gets anymore agitated that she already is.” she murmurs knowingly and I fall into the darkness beneath us, only to wake to the sight of golden eyes staring down at me intently. “What did he do to you? Should I rip him apart?” She sounds so sincere that I have to laugh. I sober up a moment later and draw her down for a kiss.

She still looks slightly confused when I draw back, but the gold in her eyes fades back to her normal hazel brown. “You don’t have to rip anyone apart. Anita just ripped them all a new one. How are you feeling?”

She seems taken aback by my questioning before she shrugs and pulls me back into a sitting position. “I feel fine, never better actually. It’s almost like I was never even attacked…and why do you smell like wolf?”

The sudden change in topic throws me off balance and I stare at her in confusion. “I slept with one.” I say as if it was entirely obvious.

Her eyes flash golden once more and her eyes swivel to Jason. “You didn’t just sleep with one, I smell him all over you. And that fucking vampire too.” her voice is laced with a tremulous growl that has me on edge instantly. “Nessa…stop and think about this for a sec…whoa!” I roll off the couch as she gently pushes me aside, though gently is a relative term with the strength she now possesses, and I look up in time to see her slam Jason into a wall.

His baby blue eyes go unfocused for a moment as he slides to the floor and slumps over for a moment before he leaps back up with that liquid grace all lycanthropes seem to have and he lunges at her.

The movements are almost too fast for me to follow, but the last thing I see is her dropping low to the ground and sweeping his feet out from under him before slamming the palm of her hand into his chest with enough force to send him crashing into the wall once more.

Breathless and broken he stays there this time, wheezing as he tries to force oxygen into laboring lungs. “The next time I won’t just knock the wind out of you, I’ll rip your heart out. She’s mine, is that understood?”

He can do no more than nod and she turns to me with a satisfied grin. The grin falters and then fades to one of embarrassment when she spots me on the floor and she kneels next to me. “Sorry bout that,” she murmurs and lifts me easily to my feet. Her strength is still enough to take my breath away and she hesitates, as if unsure of my reaction.

Sliding easily into her arms I press a reassuring kiss to her lips before letting my gaze wander the room. Nathaniel is helping Jason to his feet and Asher and Jean Claude have taken up the love seat. Micah and Richard have removed themselves from the center of the room, but neither of them look too happy about Nessa’s little display. I can’t really bring myself to care except that I seriously hope Richard doesn’t try to start his bullshit. He’s a bastard at the best of times, I don’t want to see him pissed off.

I finally notice Damien to the side of the room, his expression is strained and I recognize that look immediately. It wasn’t one I’d seen personally, but Anita knew it and I held out my hand for him. Nessa tenses and pat her arm gently. “It’s fine, he won’t hurt me.”

He glides across the room and the moment his hand touches mine I am utterly calm. The relief that melts away the strain in his expression is almost touchable and I offer him a reassuring smile. For now he was my vampire servant, not Anita’s and I had a responsibility to him, even if he wasn’t really mine.

Turning to give Nessa the full weight of my blue eyes and reach up and brush my fingers through her hair, a familiar gesture that turns my heart over. Just yesterday I was still in Terre Haute, missing that warm smile so much it hurt. Even if it did take putting us into another world altogether I wasn’t going to complain if it brought us together. “I missed you.” I whisper, the comment just for her despite the many sensitive ears that would pick it up.

She smiles warmly and tugs me into a gentle kiss before I pull away finally. There is a pull at the center of my chest as the contact between us is lost and I turn a questioning look to her. She shrugs and I frown. Right, she hasn’t read the series yet, I actually have to think about this one before the answer comes to me.

Anita is like a master vampire, she has an animal to call along with all the other nifty powers that came from the triumvirate she formed with Jean Claude and Richard. Her animal to call is the leopard…the freaking leopard. And now my girlfriend was a were-leopard. Yeah, okay so at least they wouldn’t try to separate us…but damn it all to hell. Why did Anita have to have leopards as her animal to call? This was going to be incredibly awkward.

Holy shit…I had a whole pard to take care of.

Seeing the mixed expression of shock and fear cross my features Damian reaches for my hand again and I shrug him off. “Don’t, I don’t need to be calm right now, I need someone to tell me how the hell I’m supposed to take care of Anita’s responsibilities while she’s gone. I don’t understand how she stays sane.” I mutter and rub my hands up my arms to get rid of the goose bumps forming there.

I reach up and finger the mark on my neck, wincing when the pads of my fingers catch on swollen and blood encrusted flesh. It seemed that Jason’s little taste had only irritated it, not helped as much as they’d thought.

My finger catches on a piece of dried blood and the half formed scab over it breaks and the sweet scent of blood attacks my senses as blood oozes out of the wound and down my shoulder. I feel the air pressure around me change a moment before soft lips touch the wound and a soothing tongue follows. Herbal essence shampoo and something else I can’t identify, something sweet, fills my senses and I turn to see alien golden eyes staring out at me from that achingly familiar face. I never appreciated Anita’s heightened senses until that moment, when I could smell the sharp scent of leopard under the sweetness that was Nessa.

Something inside of me lurched forward and I gave a soft startled cry of pain as the sensation of claws tearing at me from the inside doubled me over. I had a moment to remember that I lacked that physical connection that would allow me to shift with her varying number of beasts Anita held within herself and that I needed a leopard to give her beast to so that her own leopard did not tear me apart from the inside. There were several shouts as I reached out to the only leopard close enough to me to reach and I found Nessa there, her hand gripping mine so tightly it was almost enough to hurt.

I could hear her worried voice but I couldn’t make out what she was saying over the sound of my own screams. God it hurt.

I know she won’t understand, but at that moment I had to give my-Anita’s-leopard to someone who could shift, and right now that someone was Nessa.

With one last agonizing scream I shoved the leopard down the one arm and into her and she staggered back, eyes wide before her body literally burst in a shower of clear fluid. When I could see straight again she was laying on the floor, a dark grey leopard with darker spots, its chest heaving. I know it hurt her and tears swim into my eyes before I can stop them and I kneel next to the ridiculously large leopard that lay amid a puddle of goop. Like every other shape shifter her fur was miraculously dry while everything around it was coated in the warm goop, including me.

The tears that fell mingled with the patch of clear liquid that clung to my cheek and fell onto a nightgown that was already plastered to me from the clear fluid that the violent shift had projected everywhere. Everything was a mess…and Nessa was in pain. I knew the shift was already painful enough, but to force her to shift so forcefully was a punishment she hadn’t deserved. I’d been blinded by the pain and instead of reaching for someone I didn’t care if I hurt I had reached for the one I loved.

Giving a quiet sob, I bury my fingers into her fur and lay over her, forgetting that it was only her second time shifting. Someone grabbed me from behind and I gave a startled protest as I was dragged a foot away before I managed to squirm out of their grip. Scrambling back to her side, my fingertips barely brushed her fur before I was lifted bodily off the floor and suspended before what had to be a six foot plus body mass because I was nearly a foot off the ground.

“Let me go damn it! She needs me, let me go!” my desperate cries were ignored and I was dumped onto the couch, a larger body mass keeping me pinned there. The musk of wolf tickled my senses and my eyes widened when I realized it was Richard. His voice was deeper now that I was pressed against him and it rumbled through me. I gave a frightened cry when I felt Anita’s wolf raise her head in interest and Richard was suddenly gone, replacing that tempting smell of wolf with the dry hair raising scent of a vampire. Red silk spilled across my cheek and I came to meet true green eyes. Damian.

“You must stay back from her, she is not yet stable and could attack you if you show her fear. Please stay until someone can remove her from the room.” his tone was pleading and I didn’t want to listen to it. Gathering my own force of will I gave Damian a direct order, knowing that with Anita’s connection to him he could not refuse. “Get off of me Damian and do not touch me until I say that you can.” I ground out and he leapt off of me as though I were on fire.

I evaded the third pair of hands that grabbed for me and found myself kneeling on the carpet next to Nessa’s stirring form, the giant leopard between me and the room. “Nessa…baby, please wake up.” I whispered pleadingly and golden eyes that fit the face this time opened a fraction and peered up at me. For a split second I was afraid she would leap up and try to eat my throat out but the room was stunned into silence when all I received was a deep resonating purr.

Crying in relief I stroked her uniquely colored fur and drew her massive head into my lap. “You’re just as breathtaking in leopard form, you know that?” I murmured, a soft laugh bubbling up and past my lips.

Knowing what her normal reaction usually is I assumed the look she gave me was a disbelieving one before he a long tongue flicked out to clear her nose of a spot of clear goop. That rough tongue turned to a patch of it that was clinging to my arm and another laugh followed the first. “I know that can’t taste good.”

She shifts slightly and rolls onto her belly, tail flicking behind her in agitation when her muscles bunch and refuse to let her rise to all fours. “Easy baby, I hurt you when I forced you to change. Just lay there for a minute and rest.” I murmured and her tail flicks again. “I’m sorry.” My voice sounds tiny, even to me, and the guilt brings tears in another pitiful rush down my cheeks. Lifting one massive paw that was bigger than my two hands combined, she placed it on my knee and made a small sound. Wiping away my tears I reached up and stroked the sides of her face, playing lightly with the whiskers I found there until she was laying with her head in my lap once more, purring.

Someone behind me moved and I turned sharply to see Nathaniel kneeling next to me, his expression scrunched up in worry. “She needs to get something to eat and you need to get cleaned up and dressed. Let me take her to find something and you go with Jason to get some clothes.

Nessa’s head snapped up at the mention of the werewolf’s name and she hissed, ears pressed against her skull. Giggling I turn back to Nathaniel and shake my head. “No Jason, she’ll rip him to pieces.”

Shrugging helplessly he glanced behind him and Micah stepped forward, his expression one I couldn’t decipher. “Do not underestimate this one, Nathaniel, Tyanne has taken the place of Nimar Ra since she has replaced Anita…but she-Nessa-is a true Nimar Ra. She will not need to find anything to eat immediately and she will be able to shift back in a little while. Take both of them to find clothes.” he instructed quietly and Nathaniel turned back to me with a slightly more friendly approach.

“Okay then, let’s go find you two something you can wear…and maybe a shower for you?” he asked.

“She can bathe in my bathroom.” Jean Claude offered and Nathaniel said nothing as he moved toward the cloth covered entrance to the rest of the circus.

Climbing to my feet I wait patiently while Nessa bunches her legs beneath her and slowly rises, stretching a bit before she looks up at me. Standing up straight, her head reaches just above my elbow and just her size is intimidating. “You make a scary leopard, Kitten.” I murmur and she gives me a look when someone behind us snorts.

Glaring over my shoulder at Jason I look back down at her. “I think I may just let you eat him if he keeps it up. What do you think?” I can’t tell, but she looks eager, excited even at the prospect of being allowed to rip the werewolf apart.

Grinning, I follow Nathaniel’s retreating form, the pony sized leopard at my side. No one says anything else. But then again I didn’t expect them to.

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The bathroom is just as I imagined it, black marble tub, silver swan spout, and a white and black décor to match just about everything else beneath the circus. I was beginning to think that Jean Claude was a little too fond of the monochromatic color scheme. Since white and black seemed to be the theme, he was technically only using one color-black-even if there was an abundance of white to set it off nicely. Still, a few splashes of red here and there would have been nice. Then again maybe it did get splashes of red every now and then. He was a vampire after all…so maybe blue. Yeah, blue would look very nice.

Nathaniel calmly arranged a pile of clothes for us off to the side and picked out two large fluffy towels while the tub filled. The spout was under high pressure so that the large bathtub filled twice as fast and in no time the water was being turned off and steam was filling the bathroom quickly.

Taking one last glance around to make sure he had not forgotten anything Nathaniel closed the door behind him as he left, leaving me in the bathroom with one giant leopard and a bath full of steaming water.

Reaching up to my shoulders I began peeling off the nightgown and stopped before I peeled the wet silk from my chest. I glanced at Nessa, her golden eyes watching me as if asking why I had paused. My cheeks flushed a bright red and she tilted her head to the side. I think she was laughing at me.

“Oh shush you. Besides my mother there isn’t anyone who has seen me naked before. Okay maybe one other person but I don’t know who that is…they undressed me while I was unconscious.”

She tilted her head back to the other side and my cheeks only darkened. “Oh fine.” I mutter and peel the nightgown the rest of the way. I grimace as the silk lands in a sticky mess on the floor and I glance back at the leopard nervously, her golden eyes still watching me carefully. I’d never felt more exposed in my life. Ignoring her questioning gaze I slip into the hot water and just kneeling the water comes up to my shoulders. Sitting down it comes up to my chin and I sigh contentedly. Closing my eyes I let myself drift a bit and only a strange sound draws my attention to the side of the tub.

My own blue eyes meet hazel brown and I am startled into jerking back. She laughs and leans into the side of the tub, tilting her head to the side curiously. “You’re awfully shy.” she murmurs and my cheeks flame once more.

“I told you so..” I mutter lamely and she slips into the water with me, arms sliding around my shoulders to draw me in against her. Soft lips find mine and I relax into her embrace, wet fingers finding the softness of her hair. “I’m sorry.” I murmur and she tenses slightly. I’m not sure if she understood or not until she speaks finally.

“If you can manage…try someone else next time, but if not don’t worry about it. You looked like you were in a lot of pain.” she says quietly, her tone careful. I shrug and let my eyes wander around the bathroom as I gathered my thoughts.

“It felt like there was a leopard inside of me and it was trying to claw its way out…only I can’t shift so it got angry.” I murmur, voice tiny. Her arms tighten around me and she draws a soothing hand down my side to cradle me against her. “I sorta know the feeling.” she murmurs, her tone light with amusement.

I find myself laughing softly and the tension eases away slowly. Laying my head on her shoulder I let the heat of the water and her closeness lull me into a half sleep. I can’t see her expression, but I know it’s not an unhappy one…at least I’m pretty sure it’s not. It might have been under the craziest circumstances, but we were at least together for now, even if we weren’t sure how long it would be.

Sighing softly, I give into the weariness tugging at me and slip into a comfortable sleep, cradled in my beloved’s arms safely.

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Woohoo! End of chapter two finally. And yes, still more questions to be answered I suppose, but that’s what a story is about, you’ll find out later^^ Let me know what you think in a review.

Special thanks to Darksong, my wonderful muse who inspires me every minute of every day to keep up the good work and to push on even when my stories hate me.

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