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Winter's Dance	By : Meghan Category: Anita Blake > Het Views: 3009 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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They were strolling through the trees along the wide-dirt path when the first strains of music drifted to them. Asher side-stepped and easily swung Anita into his arms before she could protest and back out. The cold wind had made her nose and cheeks red while the sudden movement had made her breathless.

Her hot breath fogged the air between them as Asher wrapped his fingers around hers and settled a suddenly hot hand on her waist. He would be warm for this at least as long as the blood still ran hot in his veins. The pupils of her eyes widened slightly in fear at what they were about to do and he smiled a comforting smile.

“Trust me, ma chérie,” Asher whispered, squeezing her hand and pulled her closer so that the line of his body fitted against hers.

She was so incredibly tiny in his arms, he thought, an encouraging smile lingering on his lips. Slowly, he rocked them to the swaying rhythm. When she stepped on his foot, he did not flinch but instead held onto her tighter so she could not run away.

Anita’s cheeks brightened further as embarrassment rushed through her and she looked down. He stopped her from watching their feet with a kiss that was passionate and full. When they parted, Anita kept her gaze locked on his, but still she struggled with the dance.

“I can’t do this,” Anita admitted, her eyes darting around to make sure nobody was watching them. “Asher, let me go.”

He wouldn’t. He couldn’t. He didn’t.

Instead he bent his head low and rested his scarred cheek against her soft one and said, “Relax, chérie, you’re doing fine.”

He felt her glance around once more before realizing there really wasn’t anybody around on this cold winter’s evening. Tension faded little by little and Asher lead her smoothly into the next song from afar. The music seductive, romancing them even as they danced in their own seduction.

He was getting poetic, Asher thought, shaking himself. Leaves drifted down from the trees and the wind grew colder. Anita shivered in his arms and Asher longed to warm her with his own heat.

“Cold, chérie?”

Anita looked up and smiled through chattering teeth. “A little.”

“Anita, mon Dieu! Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” Asher asked concernedly, stopping their dance.

Anita stumbled a little and he steadied her. “Because, I was getting the hang of this dancing thing.”

“Tu fille bête,” he reprimanded gently, taking his coat off and wrapping her in it.

“I am not silly,” Anita returned, clutching the fabric in her stiff fingers and tugging it closer.

Asher sucked in his warmth quickly, and adjusted to the freezing temperature of the night. He smirked, bringing a hand to sweep his hair back only to remember it was back and instead touched her face. “You are so, silly.”

“Not,” she said, scrunching her face up in a scowl.

He laughed, he couldn’t help it. She was too damn cute. He stopped laughing when it became a real scowl, and grabbed her hand in his. He ushered them away from the music which was winding down and out of the avenue of trees. They reached the street, and Anita hailed a cab.

They scrambled inside the overheated taxi and gave instructions to take them to the Riverwalk. The cab driver stiffened and looked back at us. His eyes settled on mine and immediately looked away. The spice of fear flared and Asher knew the cab driver knew he was a vampire.

In practically no time at all, Anita and himself were getting out of the cab at the entrance to the blocks designated Blood Square. Frankly, Asher was impressed the scared driver even took them this far because he pealed out of there the minute they had alighted from his backseat. He put on his coat that Anita had returned to him because the blasting heater had made her start to sweat.

“I’ll walk with you back to the club if you’d like,” Anita informed him.

Asher flashed a grin and made a motion in the direction of the club. “Ma chérie, I would love your company.”

She walked quietly with him back to the Laughing Corpse and he marveled at her presence beside him. He never would have guessed that the night would turn out like it did especially when it had started so dreary. He motioned to the back entrance in the alley and she followed him.

They climbed up the stairs and Asher pulled out a set of keys from his pocket. He jangled them uncertainly and looked at Anita. She smiled at him encouragingly and he found himself fascinated with her mouth. As if sensing his preoccupation, she licked her lower lip. He thought he must have groaned because her lips parted invitingly.

Her head tilted upwards as he lowered his face to hers. He was drowning, drowning in pools of rich deep chocolate. Anita closed her eyes and clutched at his forearms and swayed into him. It was too much.

Not enough.

He kissed her then, long and hard and deep. He was forceful, demanding, and she gave into him readily. He dropped the keys and they clanged on the metal gate as he swept her into his arms.
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