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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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Gregory sighed as they entered the already crowded club. Maybe this wasn't a good idea...

Caleb bit his lip, looking around. Okay. He could do this. Really!

"You'll do fine, Caleb..." Gregory leaned up, kissing his lover's jaw.

Caleb smiled slightly, brushing his lips over Gregory's, "I will as long as you're here."

"I'll sit at a front table, just for you."

"Thank you, Greg."

"Ha! I hope they have table cloths... my pants are going to be so tight..."

Caleb smiled again, "Yeah, yeah... I'm going to go find Nate, alright?"

"They will! You'd better help me when we get home..." Gregory smiled, kissing his lover. "Alright. Love you."

"I will... Love you too." Caleb moved away from him.

Gregory swallowed, heading towards the front of the club. There was only one table with free seats.

Misty swirled her glass of water as a blond man approached the table. "Excuse me... Miss? Mind if I sit here?"

Misty blinked. "Um... go ahead..."

"Thanks." Gregory sat, biting his lip. "I'm Gregory."

"Misty." She held out her hand, shaking his.

Gregory smiled slightly. "Nice view from here... expensive table."

"Not if your boyfriend works here."

Gregory blinked. "What?"

She blushed. "My boyfriend... Forrest... works here."

"Really? Cool. My partner Caleb is starting tonight."

Misty smiled. "Ah. I was wondering..."

Gregory frowned. “You don't mind...?"

"That you're gay?" She tilted her head. "Why would I?"

"A lot of people do... that's all."

"I don't."

Gregory nodded as the music came on, the lights lowering.

Forrest slid out onstage, his dark hair pulled back and hardly contained. Several strands fell in his face, and he wore very tight fitting leather pants and a black t-shirt that might as well have not been there.

Misty choked on the sip of water she'd just taken and Gregory frowned, concerned.

Forrest let a slow smile cross his features as he moved down to the end of the stage, hips moving with the music. He hooked a thumb in his belt, his other hand smoothing down one of his legs.

Misty bit her lip. "Holy cow."

Gregory tilted his head. Ah. This must be Forrest.

Forrest's expression melted away into a perfect mask. Hmm... interesting. She seemed to be interested... but he knew that. Wait... Who was she sitting with? He inwardly shrugged, his hand sliding up to the hem of his shirt.

Gregory stilled. Ah. Master Vampire didn't like him sitting with his girlfriend.

Misty swallowed. Holy fucking shit. She was supposed to NOT jump his bones?!

Forrest's hand slid up into his shirt, and his hips gyrated with the music.

Lust rose from the room, but it's strongest source at the moment sat right next to him. Gregory glanced around the room as someone yelled, "TAKE IT OFF BABY!"

Forrest quirked a slow brow as he slowly fisted his hand in his shirt.

No. No whimpering, moaning... anything. Misty raised a hand to her neck, touching his bite.

He pulled his shirt over his head, fingers splaying across his abdomen as his hips continued to move with the swells of the music.

Hm. How much were lap dances anyway? Misty licked her lips, fishing through her wallet.

His fingers teasingly approached his belt, before drifting back down his legs.

Misty pulled out the twenty. Come on...

Forrest let his hands finally fall to his belt, his lips quirking only slightly at a call of, "COME ON, FORREST! SHOW US THAT WOOD!"

Misty's eyes darkened and she glared at the woman who'd dared to utter that. HER VAMPIRE!

Forrest slowly freed his belt, tossing it away from himself. Screams emitted from the crowd, and he watched Misty's expression darken. Oops.

Misty swallowed before looking back up at her new pillow/lust bunny inspirer/Master vampire.

Gregory smiled. This was getting amusing.

Forrest's fingers traced the button on his pants, there was a shriek from the crowd, and he flicked the button open.

Misty fingered the bill in her hands. Lord. She wanted to kill all the other women here... but she wouldn't mention it to Forrest. He was allowed to make a living the way he chose as long as it didn't hurt anyone.

He pulled the zipper down, easing his pants down his hips. His hair escaped its binds, and it draped in his face.

Misty bit her lip, feeling it puff up.

His boots were kicked off, and his pants slipped farther down his slim hips.

Misty swallowed. Oh boy. That was... tiny. But... she knew that what was under that bit of fabric wasn't... hm... What would he look like without anything? Just Forrest with his dark complexion? Did he have Native American ancestry? What would her fair body look like up again him?

Gregory blinked as the man onstage slid the pants teasingly down, then pulled them up in a maneuver that made it seem like an accident. He’d been exposed in his little leather thong but now… he was covered again.

Forrest let the pants slide down again, exposing the top of his thong. Misty was beginning to get slightly flushed, and he fought hard to keep his face a perfect mask. He freed himself of the pants at last, and caught Misty's gaze with his.

She bit her lip, then quirked a slow brow, a smirk gracing her full lips. Her eyes glanced at his thong, then back at his eyes. Women began throwing Money, two or three reaching up and tucking bills into his thong. Hm. Change was there now...

Forrest sidled over to Misty, raising a brow at her. Several women behind her swooned, and he failed in suppressing a devilish smile.

She stood, smirking as she slid her hands up his thighs, tracing his thong as he worked his hips. Misty licked her lips, easing the money into the leather before pulling out a one. Someone was cheap.

Gregory nearly choked. Hm... maybe he'd... nah. Not on Cale's first day.

Forrest swallowed, moving along down the stage with a slight hesitation. His skin burned where she'd touched it, and he moved back to the middle of the stage after collecting his tips.

Misty shook slightly as she sat back down. Oh God.

Gregory shook his head. Hm.

The last swell of the song was approaching, and Forrest gathered the cash in his thong, his free hand teasingly tugging the strings down.

Misty bit her lip again, swallowing. Oh boy. This was going to get deep quick. Forget the getting to know you. She wanted him. Arg. Bad. Bad. What kind of example was that to Mel?

Forrest waited till the final surge in the music, and tugged off the thong just before the lights dimmed and he was allowed to trot offstage. He passed the people sent out to gather his clothes, and began to dress himself.

Gregory quirked a brow at the flushed blonde. "Didn't realize we could fish for change..."

"Um. Well... Forrest gave me permission... I don't know... I..." Misty glanced at the man. "He's... I..."

Forrest had somehow managed to tug on his clothes before he was out at Misty's table. It was a miracle he'd managed to get there with the surrounding women, but he'd managed. "Princess... I think we need to... um... chat?" He swallowed, glancing at Gregory. Fuck chatting. He just needed to touch her... and not necessarily somewhere she would hit him for.

"Forrest!" She jumped, nearly falling out of her seat. "Make some noise!" She pressed a hand to her heart.

Gregory laughed softly. "Have a seat, sir?" He was glared at. "Or not."

Forrest brushed his hair out of his face, and frowned at Gregory. "I don't mean to be rude... but who are you?"

"Gregory. You must've met my partner, Caleb. He's your newest coworker."

Misty stood, pressing a hand to Forrest's chest. "Where are we chatting? And what about?"

Forrest blinked. Caleb? He didn't know a Caleb... "Oh! Caleb... Right." He looked over at Misty, "There's a room in the back that should be empty. And..." He frowned, shit. Needed an excuse...

"And...?" She bit her lip.

Gregory smiled, shaking his head as he sunk down into his chair. A new man was onstage, and after a moment he recognized him as Jason... the wolf.

"And... Oh! The whole... thing. Earlier. Remember?" Ha! Brainpower!

"Oh... okay." She looked down, grabbing her purse. "Um. Gregory? I'd appreciate it if you saved my seat."

"Of course. Not a problem." Gregory nodded. Was it just him or was she a bit... disappointed by her lover's need to talk?

Forrest led Misty through the crowd, towards the back room.

Misty bit her lip again as she followed. Several of the women were grabbing at his ass.

Forrest nearly growled. Dammit. Stupid women... They finally made it to the door, and he opened it.

Misty stepped in after him, wrapping her arms around herself. "So... chat-"

He shut the door behind himself, and fixed her with a dark gaze, "Do you really want to chat?"

She bit her lip again. "You... you said chatting... and I... I don't know." She looked down.

He stepped towards her, tilting her chin up with two fingers, "I don't want to talk. I just needed an excuse to get you out of the crowd."

She swallowed. "Sorry."

He shook his head, "Don't be." His eyes flicked down to her lips, and he wet his own unconsciously.

"Forrest..." She glanced at his lips.

"Yeah?" He swallowed.

"If we're not talking..." Misty cupped his face.

He slipped his arms around her waist, "I don't think we will be..."

"What then?" She shifted closer to him.

He pulled her against him, brushing his lips over hers, "Can you guess?"

She shivered. "Oh... I... yes."

"Good." His lips brushed over hers again.

She nipped his lower lip. "Surely... I didn't affect you that much-"

He shivered, pulling her tighter to him, "God, yes you did..."

"I... why?" She bit her lip again, swallowing.

"I don't know." He kissed the corner of her mouth.

"Forrest..." She turned her mouth, pressing her lips to his.

He made a content noise, his lips beginning to move against hers.

Misty grabbed at him, his lips soft and pleasantly moist against hers as her hand slid into his hair.

Forrest's eyes shut, and his tongue flicked out to tease her lips open.

She parted them for him, pressing into him.

He deepened the kiss, moving to press her against the wall, only a little hesitantly. He didn't want to go to far and push her away, but damn did he want her...

She wrapped her arms all the way around him as her back met the unyielding wall, their mouths mating.

He tilted his head, deepening the kiss further. She was intoxicating...

She whimpered, sucking at his tongue. Lord... she wanted him. It was... so quick but...

He moaned low in his throat, pressing into her.

He was a solid ridge of hardness against a spot just below her navel. Her hands massaged and she shivered at his moan.

Forrest brushed his tongue along hers, sliding his hands over her hips. Dammit... They couldn’t go too far, but her kiss was sucking out every last restraint he had.

Her tongue slid over his, teasing before she started to pull back. Stupid air... breathing sucked...

He let her break the kiss, and he swallowed, blinking open his eyes to look at her.

She panted, staring at him, lips swollen from her earlier biting and this. "Fire..."

He blinked again. What...?

"You... you feel like fire..." She pressed her forehead to his shoulder. "You bite me and... I'm in the sun..."

He swallowed, kissing her temple, "Oh..."

"Oh...?" She raised her head, a fine shaking in her limbs.

He nodded, brushing his lips over hers, "Just... oh. I didn't bite you this time..."

"Mm." She smiled. "And you still burn me with your touch." She nipped his jaw. "It's hot... like wax... I used to play with wax... spill it on my skin... watch it cool..."

He shivered, "I'll remember that. The wax part."

She blinked. "Um?"

"Never mind." He kissed her jaw, "I shouldn't feel like this. It's... I barely know you..."

She looked down. "I'm sorry." Misty pulled back... or she would have. Her back was at the wall though. She didn't do stuff like this. She didn't. She was very sexual... but the act itself... or anything leading up to it was rare. And something she didn't let herself do. And now... she was throwing herself at him. A lot. Joe was right. Her father was too.

Forrest frowned, "It's... Princess?" His brow furrowed.

"Mm?" She looked up, chest feeling tight.

"What are you sorry about?" She hadn't done anything wrong...

"Pushing." She moved her hands away from him, putting them behind her back.

"Pushing?" He repeated. "To my knowledge, Princess, I pushed you."

"No... no... I... I did it." She swallowed, looking down. "I'm sorry. I won't. Not... not again."

"Misty..." He sighed, tilting her head up again, "You didn't do anything wrong."

Her lips quivered. "I... I did. He... he said so. It's not the... the boy's fault. I pushed. I'm sorry."

Forrest blinked, "What are you talking about?" He'd been dominant in this situation, hadn't he?

She licked her lips. "Boys... they... they can't help but... but... if a girl is... throwing herself at them... into their kisses. She... she has to say no or else... it's not his fault. They can't-"

"Who told you that?" He frowned, "That's bullshit."

She frowned. "No... Dad... Father. Father said after Kyle..."

His expression darkened, "Misty... your father told you that? He actually..." He bit back a growl. Fucking shit. It certainly was turning out to be an eventful night.

"After... I told him... that Kyle didn't... didn't stop." She looked down. "But I understand now."

Forrest's eyes narrowed, "What's his last name? Where does he live? Who the hell is he? I'll kill him."

She jerked at his tone. "I... what?"

"I'll fucking kill him." He nearly snarled.

"My... my father?"

"No... Kyle whatever-his-last-name-is."

She furrowed her brow. "But he didn't do anything..."

"Did you tell him to stop?" He frowned. Oh boy. Now he was getting confused.

"Yes... but... he didn't..." She bit her lip, then took a deep breath. "Father said because he was... in his pants it didn't matter. And I should have been... I shouldn't have pushed. I asked for the kiss."

Forrest sighed, "So, you asked him to stop, and he didn't, right?"

"I... I don't understand what you mean." She swallowed. "I did... when he put his hand in my shirt... but... Then he was... pressing into me through his pants... and..."

"How old were you, Misty?" He stepped back from her slightly, not away, but not pressing into her.

"Fourteen." She hugged herself. "Kyle... he was sixteen."

Forrest shut his eyes, and sighed softly, "Princess, your father was wrong." He opened his eyes again, "If a man is told to stop, he should. That's how I was brought up. To respect women. This..." He shook his head. "It doesn't seem right to me."

"This?" She bit her lip.

"Not 'this' this... The Kyle thing." He shook his head, "I'm not making sense. I'm sorry."

"But it was my-" She swallowed. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have mentioned it. That's why Mel thought it was a big deal I let you see me in my bra..."

"Does Mel believe that it's the woman's fault too?" He'd be having a serious talk with that girl, and soon.

"I... I don't... she hasn't... said anything. Joe gave her the talk so..." Great. Forrest seemed mad. She'd pushed. Or... something. She was confused.

He ran a hand through his hair, "Misty... we need to make something inescapably clear, alright?"

She bit her lip, then nodded slowly.

"If you tell me to stop, and I don't, it's not your fault. If you tell anyone to stop, and they don't, it's not your fault. That Kyle thing wasn't your fault. He should've stopped when you told him to, and he didn't. It was his fault, and his alone. Not yours."

She frowned. But her father... "Kyle and Father both said it though."

"Forgive me if I seem blunt and rude, but they're wrong."

Misty swallowed. "Oh."

Forrest sighed, "I'm sorry. I can't stand it when people treat women like they're lower than dirt." He rubbed the back of his neck. This sucked major monkey butt.

"Don't be sorry. You're allowed to think." She licked her lips. "I... just... they told me... so..." She shrugged. "And Joe seemed to... to think the same of me..."

He shook his head, "Misty, they've got the wrong idea. Completely. I can't see anyone thinking of you like that..." He moved away from her, beginning to pace. Assholes. How the hell did they get away with treating Misty like that? Hell, how'd they get away with treating ANY woman like that? Those were the types of men that turned into rapists! It was disgusting! His thoughts flashed to Lily, and he nearly gagged at the image of someone manhandling his sister.

"Forrest?" Misty swallowed. Not Princess. Pacing. "Are... are you okay? I didn't mean to upset you-"

He stopped walking, long legs freezing mid-stride. "It's not you that upset me, Mist... It's the idea that someone would have that little respect for you, or any woman... It makes me sick."

"Sick?" She moved towards him, her eyes on his face.

"I can't stand it. I grew up being taught that women should be respected, and..." He swallowed, "It makes me sick when they aren't."

She hugged him. "Oh." She rubbed his back. "I'm sorry that... well... not that... I... I can't explain. I'm just... sorry."

He pressed his face into her neck, hugging her back, "It's not your fault."

"I... I know that's what you're saying. But... my... thing with Kyle was nothing. Oh..." She sighed resting her head on his shoulder.

He kissed her neck gently, "Still. I don't... I'm stopping now. I'll only end up angry at myself for not making sense."

She shivered. "No. You... you make sense. It's just... not what I've been hearing. Does that make sense?"

"Yeah..." He sighed softly, "I don't want to let you go, but I probably should."

"Yeah." She licked her lips. "You're... working."

"I'm on my break right now. I should have another half hour..."

"Of a break?"

"Yeah."

"Oh." Misty furrowed her brow, looking up. "Well... you don't have to let go." Indeed... she felt oddly safe with his arms around her. Oh Lord. Stupid romance novels. Influencing her.

Forrest kissed her neck again, before lifting his head.

She shivered. "Um. First thing... um. Neck? Very sensitive."

His lips quirked, "Alright... I'll try to remember that."

"Mm. Bum and inner thighs."

He smiled, "You're ticklish on your bum?"

She blushed. "Yeah."

"It's alright. Lily is too." He brushed his lips over hers.

"Lily?" She smiled slightly, brushing her lips back over his.

"My little sister." He kissed the corner of her mouth, teasing it with his lips.

"Ah." She licked her lips. "How old? I'm guessing... 19? Or older?"

"She's..." He frowned, "The last time I was allowed to talk to her, she was seventeen. That was about six years ago, so she'd be twenty three now."

Misty frowned. "Allowed to talk to her?"

"My family is strongly Christian." He shrugged, avoiding her eyes.

She tilted his face back to her. "That's... well... good for them. But they shouldn't... do that just because... well... you nibble on someone every once in a while. You're a good person. And so what if you shake your thing for money? You make it... all artistic. And-"

"And I'm, well... I was, a warlock, and now I'm a Master Vampire, and-"

Misty blinked. "Huh." She brushed her lips over his. "Doesn't matter to me. I wouldn't care if you had no power. Or if you have tons. It doesn't change anything for me... other than I got a pleasant surprise..."

He brushed his lips back over hers, "I'm glad. My parents, however... They accepted the magic. Barely. Vampirism..." He shrugged again.

"I... you're you though. Why should it matter?"

"It shouldn't, I guess. It did to them, and I haven't talked to Lily since."

She kissed his jaw. "I'm sorry."

He turned his head, kissing the corner of her mouth, "I know." He felt closer to her than he had to anyone... but he'd only known her for three days.

She frowned suddenly.

"What?" He blinked.

"You're not coming with me tonight." She bit her lip. "That means I'll sleep in my bed..."

Forrest's lips quirked slightly, "You sound sad about sleeping in your own bed... why?" He swallowed. Oh, he definitely wanted to go back with her. But he had work...

"I'll miss you being in the house."

"Oh. Well... I've still got to fix Mel's door..."

She smiled. "Thank you for that."

"It's not a problem." He smiled back, "I don't know when I can take another night off... I'll see if we get vacation time."

She shook her head. "You need to work. I understand that. I do too."

"Yeah." He sighed. Stupid work.

She brushed her lips over his. "Smile, Sun Shine."

He licked his lips, "What will you do if I don't?"

"Hmm... tell you a really bad joke?"

"Oh hell...Please no."

She quirked a brow. "What?"

"No bad jokes, please. I'll do anything." A smile played with his lips.

She poked him in the tummy. "Come on. You've got a bigger one than that!"

"Actually..."

"Actually?"

"I do, but it really depends on what 'one' you're talking about."

She blushed, pinching him. "You!"

He laughed softly, "I couldn't resist, Princess."

She stuck her tongue out at him.

He quirked a brow, "Hm... tempting..."

"What?"

"Nothing." His lips twitched, and he fought back a smirk.

She pouted. "Nothing... mean man... stripper... vampire... boyfriend... thing."

"You forgot 'former warlock', and 'lust bunny inspirer', and 'pillow'..." He sighed, "Have I been degraded?"

"Boyfriend isn't an upgrade?" She brushed her lips over his. "Because I thought... it covered all of those."

"Does it?" He raised a brow, brushing his lips back over hers.

"Mmhm." She smiled. "Oh! I was going to ask. Do you have Native American ancestry?"

Forrest blinked, "What? Oh. Yeah."

She blushed slightly. "I was just trying to explain how dark you are to my fair. And now I know it's all over."

His lips twitched into a half smile, "I know my father's mother was full Cherokee, but Dad converted to Christianity when he was seventeen. That's how he met my mother. Through the church."

"Ah." Misty brushed her lips over his.

"Mmhmm..." Forrest nipped gently at her bottom lip.

She shivered. "Forrest..."

"Yes?" He soothed the bite with his tongue.

"No... nothing." She pressed against him.

Forrest's eyes widened, and he swallowed. Oh hell. No need to stand at attention yet, soldier boy...

"Is something wrong?" She pulled back a little.

He shook his head, and looked back down at her, "No... not really."

"Oh. You just... got all tense." She bit her lip.

He pulled her back against him, shifting till she could feel him through their clothes. "There's a reason for that."

"Oh." She blinked, shifting against him. "I didn't realize..."

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

"Are you sure?"

"Yes?"

She brushed her lips over his. "I feel bad about it... but it's too early for me to... well..."

He brushed his lips back over hers, "I understand."

"Thank you."

"You're welcome."

Misty smiled. "Forrest?"

"Yeah?" Forrest blinked, meeting her gaze.

"Why do you call me Princess?"

"Because you remind me of one."

"Why?"

"Well... You're opinionated, and you really seem to hate it when people don't listen to you." He smiled slightly, "You're protective over what you claim is yours, mainly Mel. You don't like threats to your people, namely Mel." Brushing a kiss over her lips, he continued, "Your bed looks like something straight from the highest room in the tallest tower..." Forrest kissed the corner of her mouth, his smile widening. "And you smell like someone who should be royal."

Misty quirked a brow. "Shrek fan much?" She kissed his jaw. "Alright."

He brushed his lips over hers, "The tower isn't just from Shrek, though I'll admit those movies were great."

"Oh? It's not?" She smiled.

"Nope. It's from Rapunzel." He smirked.

"And how do you know my bed looks like something from there? Have you been?"

"Of course. I had to rescue you, didn't I?"

"Rescue me? From what?" The driving bit? She brushed her lips over his.

He nipped at her lower lip, "I'm not sure."

She shivered. "Oh. But when were you in Rapunzel's bedroom?"

"Never. I didn't like Rapunzel." He smiled slightly, kissing the corner of her mouth.

"Ah." She licked her lips. "Okay."

He rested his forehead against hers, "So... enjoy fishing for change?"

"Mmhm. Did you enjoy it?"

"Mm... yes. It was a good thing that song was almost over..."

She blushed. "Sorry. I'll make sure to bring smaller bills."

He shook his head, brushing a kiss over her lips, "You don't need to."

"Mm. But I'd hate for other people to steal my idea..." She smiled up at him, smoothing his hair back.

He smiled back, turning slightly into her hand. "They won't."

"You're sure?" She quirked a brow. "What makes you sure?"

"I don't let people fish for change." He shrugged.

"You let me..." She looked confused.

"Yes, I did."

"But.... you don't."

His lips quirked, "Generally, no."

Her brow furrowed. "Forrest, you don't make sense..."

"That's part of my job description." He grinned.

She stuck her tongue out at him. "Meany."

"Is that an invitation, Princess?" He raised a slow brow, smirking.

"Mmhm."

"Good." He covered his mouth with hers.
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