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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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Forrest blinked himself slowly alive. It was early, hardly five. The sun was just beginning to fade outside, and he could feel its heat. He swung himself out of bed, slightly startled at his nudity before he remembered stripping down before dying. He shrugged, and moved towards the bathroom.

Misty sighed as she opened the door. "I'll be out in a second, Mel. Stupid soda got me all-" She froze, staring at him. "Oops."

He blinked again, turning to face her. "Oops?"

"You're... naked. And... awake..."

"Oh." His lips quirked, and he nodded. "I woke up earlier than I normally do. And the whole nudity thing surprised me for a second too."

She blushed. "I... yeah. I'll change in a minute." She turned.

He shrugged again, "I don't care if you see. It's what I do." He started moving towards the bathroom again, "I'll be out in a few minutes." He smiled slightly. Oops indeed.

"Well... I-" Misty whirled blocking the door as Melissa neared it. "What are you doing?"

Melissa blinked up at her sister, "I was going to get my bra. I left it in the bathroom and I figured I might do some laundry." The bathroom door shut snuggly, and Forrest's laughter reached her ears.

"No!" Misty blushed.

"Um... okay?"

"No... cause... you don't need to see pretty... er... Woody. Woody who nibbles." Misty shook her head. "Arg."

Melissa grinned, "Woody's awake? Excellent! I need to talk to him before he leaves."

Misty frowned. "Oh. Yeah... he's..."

"Leaving tonight." Melissa's eyes were mischievous, "You could go to the club with him. I'll be fine alone. I was actually going to go to sleep in a few hours."

"Wow. Gasp." The older woman bit her lip. "It's weird..."

"What's weird?" Halo out...

"Just... I thought..." Misty sighed, sitting on her bed and smelling a certain un-named vampire. "We really didn't like each other. And now..."

Melissa moved into the room and flopped next to her sister, "Things like that happen. It's just the way the world works."

Misty glared at her. "Shut it. Brat. You're supposed to be innocent."

Melissa smiled widely, "Oh, I am. Completely innocent and oblivious."

"Ha. Sure... hanging out with male strippers... naked no less..."

Melissa giggled, "Yeah, well..."

"Well...?"

"Wasn't my fault they were naked."

"Sure... You are not fishing in thongs for change until you're thirty." Misty stood, stripping off her wet top.

"Thirty?" Melissa pouted.

Forrest shook his head, toweling off his hair. It had been a quick shower, but it was worth it to catch the tail end of this conversation. Thongs and thirty? Hell.

Misty sighed. "Mm. Remember my Grad party? Poor Mel couldn't go..."

"Hey, I was sad about that..." Melissa stuck out her tongue at Misty.

Forrest wrapped his towel around his waist and opened the bathroom door.

Misty squeaked, realizing she was still in just her bra. "Um. Oops."

"Again?" Forrest fought off a smile, "Should I go back in the bathroom?"

"No... it's okay." She grabbed a loose shirt, slipping it over her head as Melissa stared. "What?"

"You... let him?" Melissa blinked, "Who are you and what have you done with my sister?"

"I let him what?" Misty glanced at Forrest, as if wanting a translation.

The vampire shrugged, and Melissa pressed a hand to her forehead. "Ow. Headache. Shocks galore..."

"Melissa... what did I let him do?"

"You didn't have a shirt on... and you didn't freak out..."

Forrest shrugged again, moving to the end of the bed to grab his shirt.

"Neither does he..." Misty frowned.

"He's not my sister. You're..."

"Modest?" Forrest pulled on his shirt.

"Yeah."

Misty blushed. "Considering... well... never mind."

Forrest caught a confused look from Melissa, "No, Mel, we didn't have sex." He glanced at Misty, catching her slight glare, "What?"

"She doesn't need to know that."

Melissa blinked, "I knew that already. What are you never minding, Misty?"

"Nothing." Misty bit her lip. "Um... Forrest, when are you leaving?"

Forrest shrugged, "I've got to be at work by seven."

Melissa sighed. Stupid sister.

"That soon?" Oh. Wow. That was... very soon.

Forrest nodded, "Yeah. You could come with me or something, but I don't think I can take another day off."

Misty bit her lip. "Well... I'll be dropping you off, right?"

He nodded, "Unless I'm walking." He reached for his boxers.

"No... I'll drive." She bit her lip. "Does it cost to go in?"

"Not if I get you in." He smiled slightly, glancing at Melissa as the were moved to the door.

"Mel? Could you start me some coffee please?" Arg. Was she really going to a strip club?

"Sure." Melissa slipped out of the room.

Misty swallowed. "Um..."

Forrest pulled on his boxers before dropping the towel, "Um?"

"Um." She sighed. "I... I don't know what to say here..."

"Oh." He grabbed his pants, finally noticing that all the garments were clean. Huh. She must've done laundry... "Do you want to go?"

"See... that's... sort of the thing." She bit her lip. "I um... don't go to places like that. Like... ever. I don't know what to...expect. And... would you want me to go? Would there be an actual reason other than..."

"I wouldn't mind if you went. You could meet everyone. Guilty Pleasures is... Jean-Claude has made sure we're part of a classy business." He pulled on his pants, smoothing down his boxers, "You might like it."

"Well... I..." She sighed. "I probably shouldn't... I mean... Mel..."

"Mel'll be fine. She's a big girl." He did up his fly, moving to sit next to her on the bed, "Please go? It'd be fun."

She licked her lips, meeting his gaze. "Okay... but I don't know... like what one should wear at..."

"Anything you want to." He smiled. She was going to come to the club! He did a mental victory dance.

"Would you help me?"

"If you want me to."

She poked his stomach. "I just asked."

He caught her finger, grinning, "I know."

'That sort of means I want you to, you twit." She rolled her eyes, smiling.

He mock gasped, "I'm a twit? What happened to pillow?"

"I'm not using you as a pillow right now."

"What are you going to use me for?"

She swallowed, blushing. "Um... one of those wardrobe coordinators..."

"Mmhmm... Is that it?" He quirked a brow, smirking.

"What else could I use you for..." He was holding her hand.... hm.

"Bet you could think of something." He moved his hand, holding hers more securely.

"Or you could..."

"That could work too." He was just leaning forward as Melissa yelled:

"Coffee's done!"

Misty licked her lips. "Think we can ignore her?"

"Maybe?" Forrest swallowed.

She brushed her lips over his. "Maybe?"

"Definitely." He brushed his lips back over hers.

She parted her lips slightly, cupping his face.

"Misty!" Forrest ignored Melissa's yelling, teasing Misty's lips open further with his own.

She sighed, parting her lips further, allowing him entrance.

He deepened the kiss, his tongue brushing against hers. He'd ask about the sighing later. He'd been effectively distracted last time.

She slid a hand into his wet hair, meeting his tongue with hers.

He pulled her closer, shutting his eyes as they kissed.

"Forrest! Misty!" Melissa drew out their names, obviously disgruntled that they were ignoring her.

She was nearly in his lap now, and she gripped his shoulder with her free hand.

He let go of her hand, wrapping his arm around her waist. His tongue caressed hers, and he tilted his head slightly.

She whimpered slightly as the door slammed open. Misty jumped, cutting herself on his fangs. Damn it!

Forrest pulled back, swallowing the small amount of blood in his mouth and glared at the were, who stubbornly glared back.

Misty swallowed as blood welled in her mouth. "Mel!"

"What? You didn't come downstairs, and I made your stupid coffee." Melissa put her hands on her hips, near pouting.

Misty swallowed again, standing to get a tissue off the dresser. A little blood was fine, but this was like a frigging razor...

Melissa sighed, biting her lip. The blood smell was... She swallowed, "I'm sorry, Misty... I think I'm PMSing or something."

Forrest fought the urge to roll his eyes, watching Melissa carefully. If she was a new wolf, like it seemed she was, wasn't she more likely to lose control? And Misty was bleeding quite a bit...

Misty glanced at her sister. "Hun... maybe you should go to the other room..."

Melissa nodded, "I think you're right..." She watched Misty for a second, more directly the tissue that was currently soaking up her sister’s blood, before she turned and left the room.

The lawyer sighed, putting her head into her hands. Ugh.

Forrest stood from the bed, resting a hand on Misty's back, "Are you alright, Princess?" Whoa. Where had that come from? Completely random, but he liked it.

She glanced at him. "What?"

"Are you okay?" He'd said that, hadn't he?

"Did you call me 'Princess'?" She smiled before nodding. "I'm worried about Mel... but I can't... make sure she's okay until this stops..."

"I'll go talk to her," He offered, "How bad is the scratch?"

"Would you? I'd really appreciate that... and it's not that bad. It'll stop soon."

"Okay." He smiled, brushing his lips over hers, "Be right back, Princess." He moved to the door.

"Princess?" She muttered. "I'm not a 'Princess'." She shrugged. Could have been worse.

He smirked, "You are more than you think you are." He left the room, heading down the hall.

Huh. She was stuck between a scowl and a pout. She was not.

Forrest sighed, knocking softly on Melissa's door.

"Go away."

"I don't think so." He sighed, "Can I come in, Mel?"

"No."

He turned the knob, opening the door easily. He met Melissa's glare with a roll of his eyes, "If you didn't want company, the door would have been locked."

"So?" Melissa threw herself back onto her bed.

"What's wrong, Mel?" He sat down at the foot of the bed.

"I've got a headache, I made you make my sister bleed, the blood's making me feel all weird, and I was bitchy to Misty." All this was directed at the ceiling. She refused to look at him.

"Misty's fine. She says the cut isn't deep, and if you're PMSing, then you have an excuse."

"So? It's not a good one." Melissa rolled, pressing her face into the pillow.

"Is that it?"

"No."

"What else then?"

The were sighed, looking up from her pillow, "You aren't going to take my sister away from me, are you?"

He smiled slightly, "Mel, Luv, I've got no intention of doing any such this. She loves you, she wouldn't let me anyway."

Melissa giggled, "Okay, you've got a point."

"I've got several, and don't let your dirty teenage mind take that the wrong way."

"No worries. I didn't."

"Sure..." Forrest shook his head, standing. "I'm going to go tell Misty you're fine. Behave, will you?" He winked.

"Never!" Melissa laughed, and Forrest left the room.

Misty rinsed out her mouth, cursing as the mouthwash stung. "Owwie!"

Forrest frowned, moving into the bathroom, "What the hell are you doing that's hurting so much?"

She dropped the mouthwash. "Forrest!"

He caught it before it hit the counter and spilled, "Princess."

"You scared me." She took a deep breath. "Is she okay?"

He set the mouthwash on the counter, "She's fine. Just... a little confused."

"Confused?" Misty frowned. "About-"

"About her reaction to your blood, and what was going to happen now that we're... whatever exactly we are." He leaned against the counter, sighing.

"Oh. I should... figure out the last part first." She bit her lip.

He shrugged, "It might clear a few things up."

"Well... what do you think it is?"

He ran his hand through his hair, "It's a... something."

"Go figure." Misty sighed. "I don't know. I mean... I like being around you and stuff... as odd as that is considering..."

His lips quirked, "Yeah."

She shook her head. "I don't know. And I don't know what you'd want it to be or..."

"I'd..." He sighed, "I wouldn't mind having a... whatever you want to call it, with you. You're... I've already said all this." He smiled slightly at her.

"Urg. I'm going to say this word. Please don't flip. Relationship?"

"I can't do flips without a pole." He met her gaze. "Do you want to start a relationship?"

She bit her lip, swallowing. "I'm not opposed. What do you call a relationship though? Something long term? Or until we're sick of each other?"

"Until we mutually decide it's time to break off the relationship?" He looked around the room, deciding not to mention that he hadn't been in a real relationship since he had been human.

"Okay... and this would be exclusive? Cause... Mel can tell you. I don't share." Misty pushed her hair back, green eyes confused yet... something.

He nodded, lips quirking, "Definitely exclusive. I don't share either."

Misty smiled. "Okay. Um... what do you like to do in a relationship? Because... I'm not really experienced with the relationships beyond high school. I was... Focused… in school."

He smiled back, "I haven't been in a relationship for nearly six years. I'm open to anything you want to do, though."

"You're kidding me." Misty frowned. "You're... all..."

He shrugged, "I wasn't interested in a long-term thing with anyone."

"Ah." She bit her lip. "May I ask what... changed there?"

"All the women who expressed an interest in me were shallow and had very little interest in anything resembling intelligent conversation." He looked back over at her, "You didn't express an interest in me, and you obviously aren't shallow, not to mention intelligent conversation is a constant companion when in your company."

"It is?"

"Seems to be so."

"Wow." She smiled slightly. "I know people who would debate that."

"Like who?" He frowned.

"Joe-" He cut her off.

"Joe? As in, Melissa's father Joe?" His frown deepened. Oh, he was not liking the sound of this man...

Misty nodded slowly. "You'll... get used to it."

He scowled, "I sincerely hope I never meet him."

She swallowed. "Well... it's not a big deal. He's allowed to not like me-" Oh... they were going to have to work on him interrupting.

"Maybe, but he threw out his own daughter, you said he kept you away from Mel..." He growled, "He's-"

Misty leaned forward, brushing her lips over his. "Calm down... please?"

Forrest sighed, kissing the corner of her mouth. "Alright. I'm sorry. I just don't think it's right."

"I don't either. Not with Mel. She doesn't deserve it." She smoothed Forrest's hair.

He turned his head slightly into her hand, "She's a great kid. I understand that some people are prejudiced against were's, but she's his daughter. You'd think he'd give her a chance." His words and voice were controlled, and he spoke carefully, thinking over what he was saying before he spoke.

"I know." Misty bit her lip. "It's... hard. I mean... she's his baby girl. He always doted on her and now... I feel horrid for her. I can't imagine what it's like for her." She traced his lower lip with her thumb. "I don't know how to help. I mean... the protest... it was a flop. And-"

He kissed her thumb, sighing, "The only thing we can really do is support her. Joe might come around, but judging from what I've heard of him..." He shrugged.

Her eyes darkened, looking wet. "I want to help..."

"I know, Princess." He pulled her to him, wrapping his arms around her waist, "Just... Think of it this way. Later in Mel's life, she'll be able to reflect and realize you did help. Just by being there for her."

She rested her head on his chest. "I can't though... I... I can't be there when... when she's in the pain of the change... or..." She swallowed. "At least the Lupa was nice... and... Mel said she defended her... but that Grace is tiny, no matter how tall she is... skinny. What if she gets hurt over it? Or-"

"Princess, one thing I've learned about were's." He smiled slightly, resting his head against hers. "No matter how small they are, they pack a lot of punch."

"Mm. She broke the doorknob off to her closet. I'll have to fix it sometime." Misty sniffed. "Sorry. I'm being stupid."

"It's fine... I'll fix her closet if you want me to." He rubbed her back, biting back another sigh. Mel didn't deserve this, and neither did Misty.

"Well... I can... but if you would, that'd be nice." Misty lifted her head, licking her lips. "I hate crying. ‘Big kids don't cry…’"

He smiled slightly, moving a hand to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, "Don't let that fool you. Everyone cries, for whatever reason."

She frowned. "Not everyone."

"Like who?" He slipped his arm back around her waist.

She bit her lip. "It's not important."

"Alright." He frowned slightly. Huh.

She kissed his jaw. "So... We should get me dressed."

His lips quirked, and he turned his head, brushing his lips over hers, "We should."

Misty smiled, pushing her hair back. "Alright... this'll be interesting."

Forrest let her go, smiling back. "Undoubtedly. One of us should go tell Mel you'll be gone tonight."

"Mmhm." She licked her lips. "Is the blood smell strong? I was trying to get it to go away with the mouth wash..."

"It's definitely there, but not as strong as it was before."

"Should I try rinsing again? I don't want to tease her or anything."

He shook his head, "It's a distinctive smell, but it's not that bad. Besides, rinsing obviously hurt you."

She shrugged. "As long as I'm not hurting Mel."

"If you can do it without hurting yourself, or Mel, go ahead."

She stuck her tongue out at him. "See if I use you for a pillow again."

"Have I been degraded to blanket, then?" He grinned.

"That's an upgrade, Forrest."

"Depends on the position, Princess."

She blushed. "Hush."

He laughed softly, "Fine... if I have to."

She poked his stomach. "You're horrid. You're sweet to me and then you take great enjoyment in making me blush."

He caught her finger easily, "Not horrid, male."

Misty shook her head, smiling. "Fine. You find me clothes while I talk to Mel, okay?"

He leaned forward, brushing a kiss over her lips before letting go of her finger, "Okay."

She swallowed. "Um. Yeah. I'll... be back in... just a second..."

"Mmkay." He smiled, the expression smirk-ish as he watched her leave the bathroom.

He waited till her footsteps had faded down the hall before moving into the bedroom. The dresser was in front of him before he realized he'd reached it, and he began opening the drawers to explore their contents. He blinked as a small drawer revealed a mass of varying silky garments that proved to be panties. Forrest swallowed, rather glad he hadn't fed yet. Hmm...

He forced his hands to stop before he picked one up. Bad Woody. That would only get him in trouble... He was poking around the undergarments, unsure when he'd given his hands permission to move. He stilled his hands, and pushed the drawer shut. Bad vampire.

Forrest turned away from the drawer, and began to search in earnest for something for Misty to wear.

Misty sighed as she knocked on her sister's door. Fun...

"Yeah?"

"Mel? Can we talk?"

"Sure." Melissa opened her bedroom door, stepping back to let Misty in.

Misty hugged her sister. "I'm sorry."

Melissa hugged Misty back, resting her head on her sister's shoulder, "Me too."

"Don't be." Misty kissed her temple.

"But I was being all bi- witchy."

"Well... yeah... but I sort of deserved that."

"Not really. I set you and Woody up, then complained and that's..." Melissa sighed.

"That's a teenage thing." Misty shrugged. "I shouldn't have ignored you for a boy... man... vampire... thing."

"You do have to admit though, he's a very good looking boy-man-vampire-thing." The were smiled slightly.

"Mm. He kisses like a god..." Misty blushed. "Oi. Sorry."

Melissa giggled, pressing her face into Misty's shoulder, "It's okay."

"Oh. Um... there's this thing..."

"What thing?" She looked up, meeting Misty's gaze.

"Well... I'm going with him to the club... and... Well. It's... a relationship now. Apparently." Misty bit her lip. "Do you mind?"

Melissa grinned, "Nope. Have fun."

Misty smiled, hugging her tighter. "Thank you."

"No problem." Melissa hugged her sister back, "That all?"

"Mm. He's gotta dress me now. I'm scared."

"I would be too." Melissa poked her sister, "But I've got super-smell, and hearing. If you're going to do anything, go to his place." She teased.

Misty blushed, smacking her sister's hip gently. "Hush your butt."

Melissa laughed, letting go of Misty, "It didn't say anything though..."

Misty stuck her tongue out. "I'm going to leave and pout now."

"Aw, don't pout..." Melissa pouted, "That's my job!"

"Nah... mine now." Misty smiled. "I'll see you before I go."

"Okay." Melissa grinned, moving over to her bed and collapsing down on it, pulling her Algebra book towards herself with a sigh.

"Mel?"

"Yeah?" Melissa glanced over her shoulder at Misty, opening the book.

"Are you feeling better?"

Melissa bit her lip, nodding. "Yeah. I'm fine."

"Good." Misty smiled. "I love you."

"Love you too." Melissa smiled back, turning back to the hated book in front of her.

Misty left the room, heading into her bedroom. "Forrest?"

Forrest looked up from the bed, "Yes, Princess?"

She smiled. "Nothing."

"Alright. Come look at this, tell me what you think."

Misty moved over to the bed, biting at her lip.

A black, hip hugging skirt was draped next to a black, lace up shirt. Both would fit her snuggly, and he glanced at her out of the corner of his eye. She'd look incredible in black, if he could convince her to wear it.

Misty blinked. "Wow. I forgot I had those."

Forrest smiled slightly, "Seriously? They'd look excellent on you."

"Really? Not too dark?" She touched the soft fabrics.

He shook his head, "They'd contrast nicely with your hair and skin tone."

"Oh. I'll just go change then." She smiled, picking up the clothing. "Thank you."

He smiled back, "No problem." Damn. He would need to feed at the club...

She stilled. "Um..."

"What?"

"You haven't fed. Stupid me just realized this-"

"It's okay, Princess. I'll feed at the club or something."

"Are you sure?" She bit her lip.

"Unless you feel like being dinner, yeah." He smiled slightly.

"I wouldn't mind."

"Oh. Um... now?"

Misty nodded. "Of course. All you have to do is ask."

Forrest's lips quirked slightly, "Can we consider that asking?"

She nodded, smiling as she set the clothing down. "Sure... um. Should I take off this shirt?"

"If you want to." He smiled back, sitting on the bed. Damn! He'd forgot to ask about the sighing. Stupid vampire!

She tugged the shirt over her head, her bra a blue so pale it looked silver.

"Something wrong?"

He blinked, trying to focus his eyes on her face. That color suited her nicely... "Oh. No. Just forgot to do something."

"Ah..." She moved, kneeling on the bed next to him. "Can I help?"

Her presence was a warm contrast to his cool skin, "Probably. It's a question for you."

"Is it?" She quirked a brow, pushing her hair back.

"Yes."

"I can't answer unless you tell me what it is, Forrest."

"I know, Princess. I'm just not sure I want to ask." He sighed, meeting her gaze. "You've sighed every time we kiss. Why?"

She blinked. "Well... they're... it's... not bad sighs. I just..." Misty bit her lip. "It's... a sigh I tend to make when I like something... I don't know..."

"Ah." Forrest's lips twitched slightly, "I've just never got that kind of reaction, that's all."

She looked down. "Sorry."

He shook his head, taking one of her hands in his, "Why? It's not something to be sorry about."

Her head jerked up. "But-"

He caught her lips with his, silencing her protest.

She nearly gasped, kissing him back.

He cupped the back of her neck, teasing her lips gently with his.

Misty parted her lips, shivering. Holy cow.

He slipped his tongue into her mouth, tilting his head slightly.

She met his tongue with hers, resting her hands on his shoulders.

He slid his arm around her waist, pulling her closer.

She shivered, trying to keep her balance at this odd angle as their mouth mated.

He broke the kiss, his gaze meeting hers, "Done arguing?" He asked softly.

"Ar...arguing?" She licked her lips, swallowing.

"Mm... suppose it's what I get for dating a lawyer." He smiled, kissing the corner of her mouth.

"We were arguing?" She looked slightly confused.

"In a way." His hand spread across her warm skin, "Are you ready? I need to feed..."

She smiled, nodding. "I was ready before you distracted me."

He smiled back, "Well... at least it was a pleasant distraction."

"Only pleasant..." She tsked. "I'll have to make an effort." Misty smirked. "Hey, Woody?"

"Yes, Princess?"

"Bite me."

"I think I will." He smirked back at her, his gaze locking on hers again.

His eyes seemed like brown flame and she fell into them, leaning against him.

He lowered her onto the bed, leaning over her and allowing his mouth to trail up from her collarbone to her pulse.

She shivered, licking her lips. She felt like the sun was shining on her. How weird was that?

His lips brushed over her pulse and slowly bit down, letting his eyes shut.

Misty whimpered, the sound one of pleasure.

Forrest let her blood pool in his mouth. Lust was an exotic burst on his tongue, contentment and happiness a smooth undertone. He swallowed, worry springing up as a mellow aftertaste.

She moaned, pressing against him. Her body was tightening as if he was caressing and pushing her to an orgasm.

He pulled on the bite again, blinking open his eyes. Lust was beginning to push out the other feelings, though a desire for release was fast behind it. How odd. His bite had never had an affect like this...

Misty grabbed at him, confused as her hips rocked. Pleasure, however, was the only thing on her mind.

He swallowed, brow furrowing slightly. She was acting as if it was Asher who was biting her, but his bite had never affected anyone like the older vampire's did.

She cried out, her eyes closing. Close... Lord...

He took another pull on the bite, nearly groaning himself as he tasted her approaching orgasm.

She came, shrieking softly.

Forrest swallowed, releasing her neck. That was... different.

Misty blinked at him, licking her lips. Holy fuck. She just-

He blinked back, "That's never happened before."

"But... I... that... I..." She bit her lip, blushing.

"Do you like pain that much?" He nearly winced. He really needed to watch what he said...

She gaped, then rolled, covering her head with the pillow.

He sighed, crawling after her and resting a hand on her shoulder, "Princess... I'm sorry. No one's ever reacted like that to my bite..."

Misty sniffed, feeling a bit like she needed a shower. Was she... perverted like that? Did she get off on intense pain?

"It's not unheard of though. There are a few vampire bites that... bring orgasm, but..." He swallowed. Dammit. "Mine's never been one of them."

She raised her head, biting her lip. "But... that was crazy. It didn't... before. It wouldn't now, would it?"

"It's possible. Different talents come with age." He brushed her hair back from her face, tucking it behind her ear.

She shivered. "Oh." She licked her lips. "I... hate to ask... but I wasn't too loud... was I?"

"I'm not sure." Forrest admitted.

Muffled laughter was heard from Melissa's room, followed by rather loud music.

"Oh God..." She covered her face. "I... can I die now?"

"No." His lips quirked slightly, and he let his hand fall to her hip.

"Why not?"

"Because I won't let you."

"Why not?"

"Because."

"Hm." She sighed, looking at him. "Poor Mel..."

He fought back a grin, "Mm... She seemed to think it was amusing."

"IT was horrid!"

"Which 'it'?"

She bit her lip. "Um."

"Um?" He raised a brow.

"It."

"It?" He fought the urge to roll his eyes. They were getting nowhere...

"The entire I probably screamed... as I'm loud... and Mel... I..."

He smiled slightly, "Okay, then. We can talk to her before we leave, but you've got to change."

"Talk?!" She sat up, gaping. "About what, the fact that I’ve never been able to keep my mouth shut in bed?"

He looked away to hide any amusement, shrugging. Hmm... she was loud in bed? That had possibilities...

"Forrest!" She sighed. "Maybe... you shouldn't roll me in the future."

He looked back at her, "No."

She furrowed her brow. "No?"

"You'd be hurt then, and I refuse to hurt you."

She smoothed his hair. "Well... then... we need to make sure no one else is around... alright?"

He smiled slightly, "Alright."

Misty leaned forward, kissing the corner of his mouth. "I feel bad now..."

"Why?" His lips brushed over hers as he spoke.

She shivered again. "I... came... and you didn't-"

His blinked, mind full of ideas on exactly how she could make him release. "It's fine, trust me. I'm not exactly quiet either."

"Oh."

"Yeah. So... are you going to change?"

She brushed her lips over his. "I owe you." Misty stood, grabbing the clothing.

He smiled, stretching out on the bed, "Should I look forward to the payback?"

"Hmm... what do you think?" She nibbled her lower lip.

He shrugged again, watching her disappear into the bathroom.

She re-emerged a minute or so later, wearing a little makeup.

He stood from the bed, smiling. "You look great."

She blushed, pushing her hair back. "Thanks.”

"You're welcome." He sat back on the bed, pulling on his socks and shoes before moving back to her.

She grabbed a pair of small, silver hoops, sliding them into her ears.

He slipped his arms around her waist, standing behind her, "What do you want to tell Mel?"

"I saw a mouse?"

He chuckled, "That might work, but she's not stupid."

She looked over her shoulder at him. "That you bit me and it felt really, really good?"

"Probably the best one to go with." He kissed the corner of her mouth.

She shivered. "You'll... be there, right?"

"If you want me to be."

"Please."

"Alright." A small smile crossed his features, and he brushed his lips over hers before pulling back.

She licked her lips before laughing softly. "You're wearing my lipstick..."

"Am I?" He looked in the mirror and grinned. "Oh... I am. Kinky."

"Too kinky." She faced him fully, wiping it away with her thumb.

He nipped carefully at her thumb, "Ready to go?"

Misty swallowed. "Mm. Yeah."

Forrest took her hand, leading her out of the room.

Misty blushed as they headed down the hall.

Melissa poked her head out of her bedroom, and she grinned, "You two leaving?"

"Yeah. Um... Mel..."

"You guys had sex." She shrugged, "You were pretty quick about it too." She glanced at Forrest, who shook his head, smiling.

"What? No... no... there was no sex... there was... well-"

Forrest showed her a bit of mercy. "She let me feed, and apparently my bite took on a new quality." The vampire shrugged.

"Oh."

Misty blushed. "That was all. I wouldn't... I didn't mean to-"

Melissa shook her head, grinning, "Misty, it's okay. You guys better go, though. It's nearly six, and the District is halfway across the city."

Misty nodded. "Alright. Love you, Hun."

"Love you too, Misty." Melissa's door shut, and the music swelled.

Forrest blinked, "You'd think that would hurt her ears..."

"Yeah... hm." Misty looked up at the vampire. "We should go..."

"Yeah." He wrapped his arm around her waist and they started down the hall again.
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