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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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Okay…. Hugely long chapter… Sorry. Couldn’t find a place to break it off. 37 pages long, in fact.

Gregory sighed, doodling idly on a napkin. This was... boring. And... annoying. Thus far at least four women had asked him when he was dancing. And they wouldn't leave him alone. Not that women were bad... but he loved Caleb. He didn't want nor need anyone else. The music changed again and he glanced up to see Nathaniel dancing out.

Nathaniel's set was nearly a blur, and Caleb found himself out onstage, moving with the music. Nathaniel was right. If he just forgot the crowd and let himself flow with the music, he'd be fine. His eyes found Gregory in the front, and he struggled with a relieved smile.

Gregory swallowed, sitting up in his chair as Caleb teased, lifting his shirt and giving the women a glance of his smooth stomach with its silver piercing.

The result of his struggle was a slight upward tilt in his lips, more of a smirk than anything. He let his shirt drop back down, and a sigh seemed to echo through the club.

Gregory's mouth watered as he felt himself harden. Damn. And the smell of arousal was increasing greatly as Caleb moved.

Caleb's nose caught the scent, and he let his hand teasingly pull up his shirt as his hips moved with the music.

The music felt like a pulse, and Gregory fisted his hands. Lord. He wanted to dance with his lover. Wanted to be the one undressing him as their bodies moved with the rhythm...

Caleb pulled his shirt over his head, muscles bunching slightly at the onslaught of cold air on his skin. He tossed the shirt back, fingers brushing over his abdomen. He felt... lonely? Cold? His eyes focused on Gregory and he felt a surge of need rush on him. He wanted his lover up onstage with him. He needed to feel Gregory's hands slide over his chest and further down... He cut off the train of thought. They'd do that later...

Gregory licked his lips, struggling not to climb onto the stage. That'd be bad. Jean-Claude would kill him. Dead. Micah would get upset. Laura would-

Caleb's hand slid over his chest, and the other traced the buckle on his belt. Damn, could this just end so he could get to his lover?

Gregory bit his lip, trying to keep the mewing noise that welled in his throat down. He swallowed, brow furrowed.

Caleb's fingers started to free his belt, and he forced himself to look away from Gregory and concentrate on moving with the music.

Gregory nearly growled as someone reached up, touching the hem of Caleb's pants. No. Bad cat. No growling.

Caleb moved back slightly, making the step a movement with his near dance-like quality. He pulled the belt free, and it joined his shirt on the stage floor.

Gregory bit his lip, gritting his teeth. Damn it. He wanted... this... it... didn't feel right.

Caleb's eyes found Gregory again, and his hand slid back down his chest as he rolled his hips with the music. Dammit, he wanted his lover. Not necessarily sex, just wanted to be near him.

Gregory did whimper, and he felt his lip split slightly under his teeth.

Caleb's fingers found the button on his pants, and he let them slide past, moving down to trace the pocket on his worn, butt hugging jeans.

Gregory blinked. Those were his pants! Jean thief!

Caleb's lips twitched into a small smirk as he caught Gregory's expression. He moved his hand back to the button, and slowly pulled it open.

Gregory watched his lover's hips gyrate, feeling himself harden further under the table.

Caleb's hands eased the pants down his hips, and he let his eyes drift half shut Money was being thrown onto the stage, several of the women trying to reach him and guards began pushing them back.

Caleb let the pants hang open, exposing the small thong that Jason and Nathaniel had nearly manhandled him into.

Gregory swallowed. Holy shit. Okay... no more hanging out with Zane. He was a bad influence. Swearing... and stuff.

Caleb gyrated for a moment, the pants sliding down more as he moved. It took him less than a second to free himself of them, and he struggled to remember what Nathaniel had said. Something about collecting tips and people fishing for change...

Gregory blinked as someone tapped him on the shoulder, looking up to see Aahz. "You can meet him back stage. You go through that door there." She pointed.

He blinked, then nodded. "Thank you."

"You're welcome."

Caleb nearly choked as someone tugged a bill from the strap of his thong, only to replace it with another. He moved back to the middle of the stage after collecting his tips, and began to tease the straps down, picking the bills one by one out of his thong.

Gregory growled low in his throat. Caleb was his! Couldn't they smell his scent on him?

Caleb finished the set with relief, picked up his money as the lights dimmed, and escaped backstage.

Gregory stood, hurrying through the door he'd been instructed to. Bloody bitch. He was marking his lover first thing.

Caleb had just tugged on his pants as Gregory reached him. "Holy -"

Gregory pulled his lover to him, nipping at his lower lip. "Mine."

Caleb blinked, "Not that I'm complaining... but-"

Gregory dragged his cheek along Caleb's, burying his face behind the now-stripper's ear. "They touched you."

Caleb wrapped his arms around Gregory, shivering, "Yeah... that was... odd."

"I... I didn't realize." Gregory bit his lip. "They... I wanted to... to... You seemed so alone..."

Caleb kissed Gregory's temple, "I felt like it too."

"I wanted to be with you... dancing..." Gregory sighed, smoothing his hands down Caleb's bare back. "I can't..." He cut himself off.

Caleb's muscles tightened, "Can't what?"

"Nothing."

"Greg..." Caleb frowned, "Can't what?"

"I can't... see them touch you. You're mine." His tone was quiet. "It... it pulls... tears. My beast was nearly crazy..."

Caleb pulled back slightly, brushing his lips over the other were's, "I could quit... or something..."

"No... no... you can't Cale." Gregory furrowed his brow. "I just... I don't know."

Caleb bit his lip, "Neither do I. Maybe..." He shook his head, "Never mind."

Gregory blinked. "No... what Cale?"

"Maybe you could get a job here and we could do the sets together, or not..." He shrugged.

Gregory blinked. "Would they allow that? I was... thinking it as I watched."

"They might."

"I'm for it." Aahz straightened from her position. "That might draw people in... but we'll have to talk to Jean-Claude."

Gregory jumped, spinning to face her and growling. "Oh... sorry."

Caleb jerked, blinking at Aahz, "How long have you been there?"

"Long enough." She bit her lip.

"Oh." Caleb nodded slowly, "So... when could we talk to Jean-Claude? If it's alright with Greg." He rubbed his lover's back soothingly.

Gregory nodded slowly. "I... as long as I'm with Cale."

Aahz nodded. "He's playing solitaire right now... I think we can interrupt."

Caleb smiled slightly, "Okay."

"Alright. Follow me, please." She turned, leading them back towards the club owner's office.

Gregory took Caleb's hand. "You... don't think I'm being stupid about this, do you, Cale?"

Caleb threaded their fingers, and shook his head, "No... I don't want to be up there without you. It's..." He shrugged, "It doesn't feel right."

"Yeah." Gregory leaned over, brushing a kiss over his lover's jaw as Aahz knocked on the door.

Jean-Claude's voice carried through the wood, "Enter."

She opened the door. "Jean-Claude, Gregory and Caleb have had an idea I think will work."

Jean-Claude looked up from the computer and nodded, "Alright." He gestured for them to enter the office.

Aahz entered, shutting the door after the men.

Gregory swallowed, suddenly intimidated.

Aahz blinked at her lover. "Um. Jean-Claude? You've got... something in your hair."

Jean-Claude blinked back, running a hand through his hair. "Is it gone, Ma Joli?"

Caleb's lips twitched, and he squeezed Gregory's hand.

She bit back a smile as she shook her head, moving over to him. "Nope it's... AH!" She shrieked. "Spider! Agh! It's a freaking spider!"

Gregory blinked. A spider? So?

Jean-Claude batted it out of his hair, and Caleb couldn't help but think he looked like something he'd seen in a cartoon once. He fought back a smile as the vampire squished it disgustedly on his desk.

Aahz shuddered. "Ew. Ew. Ew."

Gregory glanced up at Caleb, shaking his head.

Jean-Claude stood, moving next to Aahz as his other hand brushed at his hair.

Caleb smiled back down at his lover, suppressing a chuckle.

She struggled not to step back. "I hate spiders."

Gregory bit his lip. "Would you like one of us to see if there are any more?"

Jean-Claude sighed, letting his hand drop, "I am sure it is fine..." Ew. Spiders in his hair... Yech.

Caleb blinked. His new boss kind of looked like a priss...

Aahz took a deep breath. "Good. I get any surprises though, and you're sleeping on the couch."

Gregory snorted softly. Great. This was... hilarious.

"I will shower when we arrive home, Ma Joli." Could he shower now? Please?

Caleb bit his lip, tempted to bury his face in Gregory's neck. Priceless. Absolutely priceless.

"Damn right you will." She shook her head, looking at the two men who were trying their best not to laugh. "Go ahead. It's funny... but what if one of you had a spider in your hair?"

Gregory wrinkled his nose. "Cale, have any spiders in your hair?"

Caleb blinked, running a hand through his hair. "No... you Greg?"

Jean-Claude's lips quirked, and he glanced at Aahz.

Aahz rolled her eyes. "Smart butts."

Gregory ran a hand through his long blonde hair. "Nope."

Jean-Claude smiled slightly, "Oui... Now, about your idea?"

Caleb blinked, looking back over at the vampire. "Oh...yeah. Um... should I tell him, Greg?"

"Please..." Gregory bit his lip.

Aahz smiled. "Relax. He doesn't bite.... wait... lied there... oops..."

Jean-Claude chuckled softly, "Would you like to seat yourselves? Feel free to make yourself comfortable." He motioned towards the two chairs in front of his desk.

Gregory looked at his lover, then nodded. "Thank you." The weres sat, and Aahz leaned against the wall behind Jean-Claude's desk.

Caleb took a deep breath, and let it out slowly, "Okay. It's a little hard to explain..."

"Please, take your time." Jean-Claude leaned back in his seat.

Gregory squeezed Caleb's hand. "I can if you want?"

"Could you? You're better with words than I am." Caleb smiled at his lover, squeezing back.

"Not really." Gregory smiled. "Basically... I've an insane jealousy issue I discovered when the women touched him. My beast... was ready to hurt them. I didn't like that. Along with that, I had the strongest feeling that I should be up there with him, dancing. As is, I don't want him going up there alone. He's mine. Not yours, not hers, not the women's, not Micah's. Mine. I touch him. Are we... clear?"

Aahz blinked. Holy cow. Wasn't this were a submissive?

A smile played with Jean-Claude's lips, "Oui. Perfectly clear. What is it you wish to do about this issue?"

"Well... we were wondering if Greg could get a job here... and we could just do our sets together." Caleb glanced at Gregory. That was all... speech-like. And about him. Wow.

Gregory raised his lover's hand to his mouth, kissing the palm. "I think a male couple would draw in crowds. Sort of... an odd fascination. And you might pull in male homosexuals."

Caleb shivered, biting his lip. Sure. They could do this, if he didn't give up and just tackle Gregory onstage for a quick fuck.

Jean-Claude nodded slowly, "Oui... have you any past experience in this field?" He fixed his gaze on Gregory, head tilted slightly to the side.

"Not... onstage. I was in the Pard when Gabriel was... pimping us out. Also, my father pimped out Stephen and I as children. You'd be surprised how many of them wanted stripping... Also, I managed to take a dance class in school." Gregory's tone was quiet, and he winced at the mention of his father.

Aahz frowned. Damn. She wanted... to hug him. Make that go away... the pain...

Caleb bit his lip, scooting his chair closer to his lover and wrapping an arm around him.

Jean-Claude nodded again, "Alright." His voice was soft and soothing, "We would require a demonstration before we would be permitted to hire you, and technically a resume."

Gregory nodded. "Alright." He bit his lip. "With Caleb and I together, or me dancing alone?"

"Whichever you are more comfortable with."

"Caleb?"

Aahz held up a finger. "Why don't you start alone and then he can join in? That way we get a fuller picture. You understand?"

Gregory nodded. "When do you want this?"

"Any preferences, Ma Joli?" Jean-Claude glanced back at Aahz.

Caleb looked over at Gregory, swallowing. Oh boy. He'd need to work on not jumping his lover.

Aahz shrugged. "Well... Let's get this over with now. You can give me the resume... let's see... tomorrow? Or the day after?"

"I can get it to you tomorrow."

Jean-Claude nodded, "Ma Joli... could you perhaps bring in your..." He frowned, trying to think of the appropriate word.

"CD player? Of course." She smiled, brushing a hand over his shoulder.

Gregory tilted his head. "Do you need any help?"

"Non..." Aahz blinked. "Non?!" She rolled her eyes. "I mean, no. Thanks."

Jean-Claude smiled back at her, chuckling softly, "Merci, Ma Joli."

Caleb shook his head, grinning. They were amusing, even when they didn't try.

"I'll be right back." She flushed softly, leaving the room.

Gregory furrowed his brow. "It's like a family."

Jean-Claude nodded, "Oui. I am afraid that is Ma Joli's doing. It was much more business like before she arrived."

"Oh. Cool. How long ago was that?" Caleb smiled.

"It was this time last year, if I remember correctly." Which would mean their anniversary was approaching. Hm...

Gregory smiled. "I like it."

Caleb nodded, "It feels... more approachable, I guess."

Jean-Claude quirked a brow, "Does it?"

Aahz knocked on the door with her head, her hands full. "Hello!"

Gregory blinked, standing.

Caleb watched his lover open the door, and Aahz stepped inside, carrying a boom box and a large case of CDs.

Gregory took the CDs. "You should have let us help. How'd you knock?"

She blushed. "My head."

Jean-Claude shook his head, "Ma Joli, you will injure yourself..."

Caleb blinked, "I knock with my head all the time."

"I'm hard headed, remember? We've had this discussion, Mon Amante..."

Gregory shut the door, shaking his head. No comment. On either. His lover's was just dirty.

"Oui, but that does not mean I approve of it, Ma Joli." Jean-Claude's tone was lightly teasing. She was right. They'd had this conversation several times before, and it had now reduced itself to light banter.

Caleb stood, moving over to Gregory to look through the CDs, "What do you want to dance to, Greg?"

"You pick. You know what I like." Gregory smiled.

"Fine... I'll kick your door from now on."

Caleb smiled back, "Okay." He took the CDs, blinking at the first sheet of discs. Huh. Lot of country and rock there...

"That is not what I meant."

"So I shouldn't be stubborn?" Aahz smirked.

Gregory bit his lip. "Finding anything, Cale?"

Jean-Claude smiled slightly, "Non, your stubbornness will never leave you, Ma Joli."

Caleb nodded, "Yeah. Lots of country." He flipped the page, "And rock." Green Day, Creed, Nickleback, Kenny Chesney, Toby Keith, Martina McBride... His brow furrowed, and he searched for something he and Gregory could dance to.

She stuck her tongue out at the vampire. "Brat."

Gregory furrowed his brow. "Hmm..."

He chuckled softly, "Oui."

Caleb frowned, "She's got Red Hot Chili Peppers, and Savage Garden, and there's some Godsmack..." He shrugged, "I dunno, Greg."

Gregory wrapped an arm around his lover, flipping through the CDs. "Well... what about System? Satan's Night Out?" He bit his lip.

Caleb leaned into Gregory, shrugging again, "That works for me."

Aahz moved, bending to plug in the CD player. "It's ready when you are."

Gregory nodded. "Thanks."

Caleb pulled out the CD, glancing at Jean-Claude. The vampire was keeping his eyes firmly pointed at the wall. He was, after all, a gentleman.

She smiled, moving to lean against the wall behind her lover again.

Gregory brushed his lips over Caleb's, moving to the middle of the room after kicking off his shoes.

Caleb stepped over to the CD player, and crouched, sticking in the CD. He started flipping through the songs, "Ready, Greg?"

Jean-Claude looked over at Aahz again, and shot her a small smile before turning back to the two weres.

Gregory nodded, the look on his face solemn as he looked down, shoulders hunched.

Aahz bit her lip. Hm.

Caleb turned slightly in his crouch, letting the song play. He wanted to go and hug his lover... That look always made him melt. He swallowed, kicking off his shoes as well.

Jean-Claude leaned back in his seat. This were seemed to have a different style than the other strippers of his club... that could prove to be useful.

Gregory waited for the drums to start before lifting his head, cornflower eyes dark, his hips undulating with the rhythm. He moved, raking a hand down his chest as he spun, movements passionate... He was confidence, and he flowed like blood from a fresh wound... a deep pulse. Silk... velvet... a caress of death... As they reached the chorus, the ballet became slightly more obvious and he turned, beckoning his lover to him with an elegant hand.

Aahz nearly choked. Whoa.

Caleb stood, moving towards Gregory, mimicking his lover's smooth movements. He took Gregory's hand in his own, allowing his face to show the enrapture he felt. He let Gregory direct his movements, the other were clearly the dominant in the dance.

Jean-Claude watched, a small smile quirking the corner of his mouth. The were was as good as hired, with or without a resume.

Gregory shifted behind his lover, looking him over as if he was prey. His lips parted, eyes at half-mast. Gregory licked his lips, circling before he tugged at Caleb's shirt.

Caleb followed Gregory's movements with his eyes, his hands reaching out to touch the blond were as he tugged at his shirt. He swallowed back a whisper of his lover's name, his hands searching for the warm flesh the shirt was hiding.

Gregory spun away, and somehow Caleb's shirt was flying, whole, across the room. Gregory knelt, hips gyrating as he undid the button at the top of the jeans before flipping to his feet and placing Caleb's hand on his chest again.

Caleb's hands slid over Gregory's shirt, and he stepped closer to his lover, their hips moving in time with the song. His hands snuck into the other were's shirt, caressing the skin briefly before Gregory's shirt was off and away.

Gregory shivered, biting his lip as he slid his hands over Caleb's chest and moving around behind him to start undoing his lover's... his... jeans. Slowly... achingly.

Caleb's head fell back slightly onto Gregory's shoulder, and his eyes shut. He forced himself to stay silent as their hips moved, and he slid a hand over one of Gregory's arms, the other moving back to rest against the other were's upper thigh.

Gregory kissed his lover's neck before easing the jeans down slightly, his hands caressing and teasing.

Caleb bit his lip, pressing into Gregory's hands gently as they continued to move with the music.

Gregory eased the pants down and off before he moved, circling his prey again, eyes hot.

Caleb stepped out of his pants, blinking open his eyes and looking at Gregory. He slid his hand over his abdomen, reaching out for Gregory with the other. His eyes were pleading to Gregory's burning, and he looked ready to whimper with want.

Gregory pulled Caleb to him, whispering into his ear, "Later... promise..."

Caleb's hands brushed over Gregory's back, and he whispered back, "Thank you..." Before his hands slid over Gregory's denim clad bum and around to the zipper in the front.

Gregory nearly growled, pressing into his lover's hand. "Tease..."

Caleb's fingers pulled down the zipper slowly, "You'd know..." His hands eased the pants down Gregory's hips.

"Mm..." Gregory closed his eyes, letting his head drop back.

Caleb's hands continued to work the pants down his lover's hips, till all Gregory needed to do was step out of them.

Gregory stopped, leaning onto his lover.

Caleb moved around behind Gregory, nuzzling his neck as his hands slid over the other were's abdomen, brushing against the small piercing. Later. They'd play later... Was it later yet?

Aahz swallowed, moving over to press stop on the CD player.

Gregory jerked at the silence.

Caleb froze, his hands on Gregory's hipbones.

Jean-Claude glanced at Aahz, nodding slightly as he caught her gaze. Gregory was hired. Definitely.

Gregory nearly pouted as he leaned into his lover, looking at the vampire and human servant.

"Well." Aahz cleared her throat. "That was..."

"Excellent." Jean-Claude smiled.

Caleb rested his chin on Gregory's shoulder, "It was Greg." He swallowed, feeling content with his lover in his arms.

Gregory shook his head. "Not really."

"It was both of you." Aahz bit her lip.

Jean-Claude stood, moving over to Aahz, "Gregory, I believe it is safe to say you are employed."

Caleb smiled slightly, kissing Gregory's neck.

Gregory smiled. "Thank you. I'll bring my resume tomorrow."

Jean-Claude nodded, "Shall we give you privacy to clothe yourselves?"

"That'd be good, thank you." Gregory nodded, having the odd feeling the vampire wanted to be alone with this new human servant. The Anita Replacement. Who was sweet and kind... and not Anita. Hm. They’d helped Aahz move before, but it was even more obvious now.

Jean-Claude offered his hand to Aahz, smiling slightly at the two were's, "Thank you for bringing this idea to me."

Caleb blinked, nodding slightly, "No problem."

She took his hand, smiling. "I look forward to you joining us here, Gregory." Aahz furrowed her brow. "What's your favorite baked good?"

Gregory blinked. "What?"

Jean-Claude's lips quirked, "Ma Joli bakes superbly."

Gregory nodded slowly. "Um... cookies... chocolate chip with walnuts..."

Aahz nodded, grinning. "And you, Caleb? I forgot to ask."

"Rainbow M&M cookies." Caleb grinned back at her.

She nodded. "Cool." She bit her lip. "I... bake. A lot. You might remember when you helped me move… the cookies… But when you get a pay check here, you also get a thing of your favorite baked good."

Gregory blinked. "Uh huh." How was Jean-Claude with this woman? She was nice and all but... Anita's complete opposite... Anita didn't bake. She didn't smile... at least not like this... and it was fairly obvious she was proud to be Jean-Claude's. Proud of the scars he gave her, though most seemed to be fading. As if they'd be gone soon.

Caleb watched them leave, wrapping his arms around Gregory's waist as the door closed.

Gregory swallowed. "She's..."

"Really, really nice?"

"Not like Anita. At all."

"That too."

"How can he be with her that... that quickly? And make her his human servant?" Gregory turned. "I like her... but what if he hurts her?"

Caleb frowned slightly, "I dunno Greg. Is it any of our business?" He bit his lip, "I like her too. She's one of those people who you've just got to like. I don't want Jean-Claude hurting her. Somehow I get the feeling she can get vicious when she's pissed."

Gregory shrugged. "I don't know. I've no doubt she'll hand him his balls on a platter... but..."

"I don't know either, Greg." Caleb sighed, "They've probably got their reasons for being in a relationship. Just like we've got reasons for Bob."

Gregory laughed softly. "Yeah. It was odd though. A lot of women would have... been aroused after we... she wasn't."

"Maybe she's just completely devoted to Jean-Claude."

"Anita would have been... a bit... weirded out but still..."

"Only 'cause you're sexy." Caleb smiled slightly.

"Ha." Gregory rolled his eyes. "I'm out of shape."

Caleb snorted, "You are not." His hands ran over Gregory's stomach, "I'm feeling no flab there or anything."

Gregory shivered. "Cale... for ballet dancing... it takes more than this."

"More than what?"

"What... more in shape than I am."

"But you are in shape." Caleb frowned again.

Gregory smiled. "No... you'll have to work with me. Then you'll see."

Caleb blinked, "I thought I did work with you."

"I meant work out, Cale." Gregory brushed his lips over his lovers. "I'm going to be hard pressed not to attack you."

Caleb nipped at Gregory's lower lip, "Ditto."

He shivered. "Cale..."

"Yeah?"

"We... should get dressed..."

"Yeah..." He sighed regretfully.

"I wish I had time to taste you." Gregory nipped his lover's jaw.

Caleb shivered, swallowing, "Don't I have a promise for later?"

"Yeah... but I want to now..."

"Me too."

Gregory pulled away reluctantly. "So... my pants?"

Caleb smiled slightly, "Yeah... comfier than mine."

"I was going to wear them today, you bum." Gregory smirked. "Tomorrow I'm wearing your leathers."

"Aw..." Caleb mock pouted, "I'm just so sad about that..." Oh... Gregory in his leathers? Damn...

"Yeah. Thought so."

"You're asking to be jumped wearing those, you know."

"Mm." Gregory smirked again. "That's the point."

Caleb laughed, picking up his pants.

Gregory pulled on his own pants before grabbing his shirt.

They dressed quickly, and Caleb took Gregory's hand, "You never told me you could dance like that."

Gregory blinked. "Like what?"

"Earlier."

"Oh. That was... nothing." Gregory bit his lip. "Besides... you didn't ask."

Caleb frowned slightly, but let the subject drop. "Okay. So, do I get one of your cookies?"

Gregory squeezed his lover's hand. "I haven't danced in a long time. It's not what you make me think about. And only if I can have one of yours."

"You're good at it though. And you can have as many of my cookies as you want."

"Alright." Gregory smiled. "You can have as many of mine as you want. I'm not into sweets."

"Really?" Caleb shook his head, moving over to the door, "You're odd, Greg."

"You're even."

"Yeah, well..." Caleb smiled.

"I love you, Caleb." Gregory bit his lip. Honestly, he was afraid to say those words too often, used to Caleb not... well...

"I love you too." Caleb watched Gregory's expression change and his brow furrowed. Huh.

Gregory swallowed, stopping his lover from opening the door. "Wait... kiss me?"

Caleb pulled Gregory to himself, "Of course."

Gregory wrapped his arms around his lover. "Sorry."

Caleb slid his arms around Gregory's waist, "Why?"

"I just..." Gregory sighed. "I keep not saying it because..."

"Because I didn't reply to it for nearly a year?" Caleb bit his lip.

Gregory looked down. "Never mind."

"Greg..." Caleb leaned forward, rubbing his cheek against his lover's, "I love you."

Gregory swallowed. "I know. I love you too."

"Can I kiss you now?"

"You can kiss me when ever, where ever you want."

Caleb smiled, catching Gregory's lips with his.

Gregory shivered. Caleb was teasing him even as he poured love into the kiss.

His lips moved over Gregory's, and he kept the kiss gentle, his hands tender as he pulled his lover tighter to him.

Gregory ran his tongue along his lover's, before he swallowed.

Caleb didn't remember deepening the kiss, but ignored the thought, a deep purr rising in his chest.

A soft knock came at the door. "Hey, cats... Jean-Claude wants his office back." Jess' voice laughed.

Caleb pulled back from the kiss, pouting, "Can he wait for a minute? Or two?" He grinned slightly, the expression showing in his voice, "Pwease, Jessie?"

"Aahz wants to borrow his computer... and Jean-Claude is rolling his eyes. I think he has other plans." Jess laughed softly. "Oh! Vampire got smacked!"

Caleb sighed, brushing his lips over Gregory's, "Fine..."

Gregory shivered. "Evil. I wish they had a room where we could be alone here..."

The door opened and Jess smirked. "We tend to use Aahz's office. She's lucky she doesn't have a good nose or..."

Caleb blinked, "Jessie... please, never, ever tell me what happens to you in that room."

"I get proposed to."

Gregory shook his head. "Come on, Cale."

"That was out at the bar first though." Nathaniel grinned, moving up next to Jess.

Caleb let go of Gregory reluctantly, and let his lover pull him out of the room.

She rolled her eyes. "I fainted... so..."

Gregory shook his head. "We're... not listening."

"That wasn't necessarily my fault." Nathaniel shook his head at her, smiling.

Caleb snorted, "I don't think they care."

Gregory smiled. "Come on... I have to go to the men's room..."

Jess poked her lover in the stomach as Aahz hurried into the office, laughing as Asher rolled his eyes, following. "Honestly. It's chaos. Bet you Asher wanted Jean-Claude's chair again... and she got it first."

Nathaniel's muscles tightened, "That's because they act like school children." He glanced at the other two were's as Caleb followed Gregory away, "Not that any of us are any better."

"Hey! I'm mature!" Jess smirked.

"Uh huh... Sure." He shot her a half smile, and took her hand, "I was thinking..."

"Were you? Did it hurt, Kitty?"

"Only a little, Kitten. It was about the wedding."

"Oh." Jess bit her lip. "What about it?"

"When did you want it to be? And how big?" He didn't care, as long as he was getting married to her.

She met his lilac gaze. "As long as I'm marrying you, I don't care. I sort of want something small... and we can save the money we don't waste there for other things."

"Alright. Just close friends then?" He stepped towards her, wrapping his arms around her waist.

"Well... the Pard... and the people from here... and..." She bit her lip, resting her palms on his chest.

He let his forehead rest against hers, "I think that's everyone we need to invite."

"Mm. Viv's Stephen..." She smiled. "And you, Kitty... stole one of my mints."

Nathaniel's lips quirked, and he blew gently at her nose, "Only one."

Jess wrinkled her nose at the feeling. "Brat."

"Yes, but I'm a very cute brat."

She nipped his lower lip. "Cute's pushing it."

"Are you saying I'm not cute? He tugged gently at her lip with his teeth.

She whimpered. "More... sexy... and..."

He let her lip go, smirking, "And?"

"Impish?" She blinked slowly.

He brushed a kiss over her lips, "Am I?"

"Mm. Yes." She pressed her lips to his before stepping back.

Nathaniel licked his lips, quirking a brow, "I'm impish?"

"You know you are, Kitty."

"So are you, Kitten."

"Mm. I know." She winked.

"Brat." He smiled.

"Yes, but I'm a very cute brat."

"Cute's pushing it."

"Is it?"

"Oh yes."

"Why?" She pushed her hair back, eyes glittering with mirth.

"Because you're more... sexy... and..."

She quirked a brow. "And?"

"Impish." He smirked.

She poked him in the stomach.

He chuckled, pulling her to him.

Jess snuggled into his chest. "Mm... tired."

He kissed the top of her head, "When we get home we can sleep."

"Your fault for keeping me up..."

"You didn't seem to be complaining..."

"Mm. But I know I won't sleep tonight either."

"What good is sleep anyway?"

She scraped her nails down his chest, teasing.

"Don't know..."

His breath caught, and he swallowed, "Neither do I..."

"Mm... Aahz's office is free..."

Jean-Claude rolled his eyes as he came back down the hallway. "You needn't stay for the remainder of the night." Both weres jumped, turning to him, "Nathaniel has finished his set, and Alex is taking over Jessica's post for over-time hours." The vampire shrugged, "You may leave."

Jess blinked. "But... I... work. I need to work. And I only have... 45 minutes left on my break... I… we need the money."

"Jessica... It is clear you do not wish to be here. I will pay you for your remaining hours, there is nothing holding you back."

Nathaniel bit his lip, glancing at Jess. Home three hours early, or work? Hmm...

"Sir... I... it's not that I don't enjoy working here... but... that's-"

Jean-Claude shook his head, "I understand, Chaton. I am merely giving you the choice of remaining here until closing or returning home. You will be paid for the hours that you miss, and it is quite obvious that you wish to be home, with your fiancé, non?"

"Nathaniel?" She looked up at him, making it clear this was his decision.

Nathaniel shrugged, "I wouldn't mind going home... we might actually get to sleep on time." He teased gently.

She blushed. "Alright." She looked back at her boss. "Thank you, Sir."

Nathaniel smiled slightly as the vampire nodded his acknowledgment of her thanks and moved past them into his office. "I think he's got ulterior motives..."

Jess quirked a brow. "Oh?"

"Mmhm." He grinned, "Maybe he just wants Aahz's office for a necking break."

Jess laughed softly. "Dirty vampire..."

Nathaniel smiled, brushing a kiss over her jaw, "Let's go."

"I still feel... guilty. I'll go, but... I'm not earning this." She bit her lip.

"Do you want to stay?" He asked patiently. If she wanted to stay, they'd stay.

She looked down. If she was him, she'd be getting frustrated too. "No... let's... just go."

"Okay." He frowned slightly, letting her pull out of his arms.

"I'm sorry." She bit her lip. "I'm... going to the bathroom before we go."

His brow furrowed, "Jess... is something wrong?"

She looked up at him, face a bit shocked. "I... no! I... I thought you were getting frustrated. Which I understand. I'm sorry. I don't know what's going on with me. Stupid. I'm sorry."

"It's okay... I'll do whatever you want to, all you need to do is decide." He smiled reassuringly at her.

She hugged him, resting her head on his chest. "Mm. Home?"

He hugged her back, "Yeah."

She stayed there for a moment before pulling back. "Now I need to pee."

He chuckled, "Alright... I'll meet you out by the car."

She rolled her eyes. "It's not funny!" Laughter filled her own voice.

He smiled, trying not to laugh, "Of course it isn't."

"Will you please get my purse and coat before meeting me there?"

"Yeah." He brushed his lips over hers, "Love you."

"I love you too, Nathaniel."

She kissed him back before turning. "Be right back!" She called, jogging towards the ladies' room.

He laughed, moving towards the exit, picking up her coat and purse on his way out.

Jess came out several minutes later, pulling her hair back.

Nathaniel had managed to unlock the car, and was sitting sideways in the passenger’s seat, door open and feet set on the sidewalk. He smiled as she came through the door, "Ready to go home?"

"Mm. And for food. There's hunger living in my tummy." She smiled back.

"I'll cook something when we get home."

Jess blinked. "Yeah. I still can't believe you can cook."

He shrugged, "It's a fairly recent skill." Recent? Sure... several years ago. When he was still living with Anita...

"Mm." Jess leaned down, hugging him. "I'm glad you can cook, but you seem so unhappy about it... We can do other things..."

He hugged her back, "We'll eat first. Other things later."

"I can cook... or... we could combine the two..." She presented him an innocent look.

He smiled, "We could do that..."

Jess kissed him briefly, then pulled back. "I'm driving?"

Nathaniel nodded, licking his lips, "You're better at it than I am."

"Mm. If you say so." She smiled, moving around the car.

He turned in his seat, tucking his legs into the car and shutting the door.

She climbed in, buckling as she shut the door. "Key, Kitty?"

He pulled it off the dashboard, handing it to her. "Here, Kitten."

She smiled. "Kitten. Gotta love how creative we are."

He smiled back, "We're always creative, aren't we?"

"Mm. Did you like the handcuffs, Kitty?"

He swallowed, eyes darkening at the memory, "Yes."

Her smiled turned to a smirk. "Yeah... me too..."

She slid the keys into the ignition. "Buckle up, please."

He buckled the seat belt, glancing over at her, "Is that an invitation to play with the handcuffs again?"

"Hmm... Well... not on you." She bit her lip, starting the car.

"Mm... alright."

Jess shivered, putting the car into drive.

It wasn't long before they reached their apartment, and Jess shut off the car.

She undid her seat belt, glancing at Nathaniel who seemed in deep thought. "Nathaniel? Hun? We're home..."

He blinked, nearly jumping as he looked over at her. "Oh... Okay." He unbuckled his seat belt, pulling his lower lip between his teeth. Why was he suddenly thinking about Anita? It didn't make sense. Usually he'd be able to focus his thoughts on something else, like the wedding, or Jess...

She studied him for a second before climbing from the car. Why was he brooding?

He followed her out, worrying at his lip. Dammit...

Jess grabbed her purse and coat before locking the car and heading for the front door.

He moved inside after her, rubbing his forehead. He needed to stop thinking about Anita. It wasn't going to get him anywhere.

Jess set down her coat and purse, moving to sit down on the couch, picking up a textbook.

Nathaniel watched her for a moment, "I'll make dinner." His voice was quiet, hushed.

She jumped, looking at him. "No... um. You don't have to."

"It's okay." He smiled slightly, moving into the kitchen.

She groaned, setting the Psych book to the side before leaning her head back. Could she do anything correct? She'd started him brooding... and then she'd... arg.

Nathaniel opened the refrigerator, and pulled out a packet of chicken breasts. He set it on the counter, and pulled out a bag of mushrooms, and an onion. Setting those on the counter, he picked up a half empty bottle of wine from several weeks ago. Okay. Concentrate on cooking, and just forget everything else...

Jess bit her lip, picking up her book and opening it to the page she'd left on. Who'd have known studying to be a social service agent took so much work...?

He washed the mushrooms mechanically, his mind wandering as he grabbed a knife from one of the drawers and began cutting them into slices. The knife tip flicked against his finger as his mind drifted towards Jess. Was she angry with him? Or just annoyed he hadn't been paying attention? Or... He blinked down at his finger, finally noticing the blood dripping onto the mushrooms.

She froze on the couch as the smell of blood hit her, and she threw the book, hurrying into the kitchen. "Nathaniel! Are you okay?"

He nodded, moving his finger away from the mushrooms, "It's just a scratch."

She grabbed his hand, looking at his index finger and the tiny flap of flesh he'd sliced. "What were you doing? You..." She pulled his hand to her mouth, kissing at his finger, the blood staining her lips.

He swallowed, leaning forward and licking the blood from her lips, "I was cutting mushrooms."

"I saw that... I just… you hurt yourself..." She shivered, biting her lip. "Sorry."

He nodded, "I'm fine... I wasn't paying attention to what I was doing..."

She glanced down, seeing the cut was nearly healed already and pulled it into her mouth, sucking.

A quick sting of pain went through his finger as she sucked at the rapidly closing cut, and he drew in a sharp breath.

She traced it softly with her tongue, then pulled back. "Be careful."

He let the air out shakily, and nodded, "Okay... I'll have dinner done in half an hour or so."

Jess nodded. "Thank you."

"You're welcome." He brushed his lips over hers before moving back to the mushrooms.

She licked her lips. "I... I'm going to study." She bit her lower lip, turning to go into the living room.

"Jess." He turned his head to look at her, pushing the soiled mushroom away.

She stilled, looking back at him. "Yeah?”

"I love you." He smiled, looking back down at the cutting board.

She seemed to just... relax, smiling back at him. "I love you too."

He started to cut the mushrooms again, glancing at her out of the corner of his eye.

Jess moved into the living room before pausing. "Is there anything I can help you with?"

Nathaniel thought for a moment, "Do you want to start the chicken? We don't need too many..."

"Sure... if you'll tell me how you want it done..." She moved back to the kitchen sink, washing her hands.

"Damn... We need to do the onion first." He sighed. He hated cutting onion...

"I'll do it, if you want." She dried her hands on a paper towel before throwing said towel away.

"Thank you." He smiled at her, cutting the last few mushrooms.

She smiled back. "For now, I'll start taking the fat off of the chicken."

He nodded, turning and grabbing a bowl for the mushrooms.

Jess grabbed a knife and a plate, starting to trim away the white-ish fat.

It took a little under ten minutes for both of them to finish with the onions and chicken. Nathaniel pulled out a large pan and set it on the stove, turning it on to 'high'.

"Okay. Teach me?"

"Watch and learn." He smiled again, and dropped the chicken into the pan and listened to it sizzle for a moment. He picked up the onion and mushrooms, adding them several seconds later. "Can you hand me the wine?"

Jess nodded. "You want a glass to go with it?"

"Nope. Maybe later, though." His lips twitched.

She blinked. "Er... 'kay."

He took the bottle from her, opening it and dripping a little into the pan. He pulled a wooden spoon out of a jar next to the microwave and began to stir the chicken around.

She quirked a brow. "Hm." Biting her lip, she moved behind him, wrapping her arms around his waist and letting her hands splay over his chest.

His muscles tightened, and he glanced over his shoulder at her as he added a few spices to the chicken. "Hm?"

"Mmhm." She snuggled her face against his back.

He shivered, forcing himself to pay attention to the food.

After a second or two a soft purr emerged from her throat, near sleep.

He shut off the stove several minutes later, and looked over his shoulder at her again, "Jess?"

"Mm?"

"Food's done... after we eat, we can go to bed, alright?"

She straightened away from him, stretching, the soft blue sweater she was wearing rising up over her tummy. "Alright..."

His eyes slid over her skin, and he turned to her, "Can you get two plates, please?"

"Yeah, of course." She moved, stretching up to grab the plates. "I'll get silverware too."

He licked his lips, nodding. "Okay." He forced himself to turn and pick up the platter for the chicken.

"Something wrong, Nathaniel?"

"No." He moved the contents of the pan onto the platter, swallowing.

Jess bit her lip, setting the plates on the table before picking up the silverware.

He picked up the platter again, and glanced at her as they moved out of the kitchen.

"Do you want wine or something else to drink?" She began setting the plates and silverware out. "Poo. Forgot the napkins."

He smiled slightly, "Well... since the wine is out..."

"We might have some beer... or..." She frowned. "I bought some wine coolers... or we have soda... or juice... milk... water..." Jess pushed her hair back.

"Whichever one you'd prefer, Kitten."

"I'll have a wine cooler... but you can have something else..."

He shrugged, "I'll have a beer, if we've got the good kind."

"I'll look." She smiled, heading back to the fridge.

He dished up their food, glancing at her as she came back.

She handed him the beer, opening her own wine cooler as she sat. "Thanks."

"You're welcome." He opened the beer, smiling at her, "Thanks."

"Chef takes first bite, Kitty." She sipped her drink, then licked her lips.

He set the beer on the table, and sat, "Alright, Kitten..." He picked up his fork, stabbing a mushroom before pulling off a bit of chicken and taking a bite.

Jess watched his lips pursing around the fork before taking a bite of her own. "Mmm...."

He swallowed, nodding, "Haven't made this in ages..."

"It's very good." She smiled at him. "Make it for me for my birthday?"

He smiled back, "I'll make anything for you."

"And I'll... try and make you anything. I just... wouldn't always eat it."

He laughed softly, "Alright."

She kicked his shin gently under the table. "Butt."

He smiled, "Does that mean I'm your butt?"

"Erm. Sure." She blinked.

He chuckled, and they began to eat.

She bit her lip, smirking as she kicked off her shoes, then ran her bare foot up his leg.

He froze, then shivered, "Jess?"

"Yeah?" She took a bite, sliding her foot back down, teasing him further.

"What..." He swallowed, "What are you doing?"

"Can't you tell?" She lifted a brow.

"I felt like asking..." He took another bite, fingers tightening slightly on his fork.

Jess lowered her foot to the floor, sipping her drink.

Nathaniel blinked, trying to concentrate on his food instead of missing her touch.

She continued to eat, picking out the mushrooms first.

He took a drink from his beer, setting it back on the table. Hm...

She nibbled at a mushroom, picking at the label on her bottle.

He toed off his shoes, sliding his foot teasingly over her leg as he ate.

She jerked, dropping her fork, the mushroom falling down her sweater to nestle between her breasts. "Fudge!"

He blinked, "Need any help getting that out?"

Jess blinked. "Um. If you want..."

He moved from his chair stand in front of her, leaning down slightly to hook his fingers in the hem at the bottom of her shirt, "Can we get this off of you first?"

She nodded. "Alright..."

He pulled it over her head, dropping the shirt behind him and kneeling in front of her.

She shivered, tummy tightening.

His lips brushed over her collarbone, trailing his mouth down between her breasts slowly.

She fisted her hands, biting her lip as she fought back a whimper.

He nipped gently, soothing the spot with his tongue. He licked a line down to the mushroom, taking his time in extracting it.

Jess whimpered, swallowing as she stroked his hair.

He swallowed the mushroom, cleaning the smear of wine and juice the mushroom left with his tongue.

She moaned, pressing into his mouth. "Nathaniel..."

"Mm?"

She shook her head, trying to think. "That's..."

He smiled against her skin, nipping gently before pulling back. "That's?"

"I can't think..." She swallowed.

He leaned up, brushing his lips over hers, "Why not?"

"You know why..."

He smiled, "Mmhm."

"Bad... bad Kitty."

"Wet Kitten." He smiled playfully.

Her mouth dropped open and she blushed before smacking him. However, a moment later, she began to laugh. "Dirty Kitty..."

He laughed, "It's a part of my job description."

"As much as I like you on your knees before me..."

"How do you want me?" He quirked a brow.

She swallowed, kneeling next to him. "I like being on my knees in front of you, too."

He licked his lips, "Do you?"

"You know that I do." She leaned, nipping at his jaw.

He shivered, tilting his head for her, "Mmhmm..."

She kissed and nipped her way to his collar before frowning, leaning back on her heels. "Evil clothing..."

"I'll help you out of yours if you help me out of mine."

She nodded, tugging his shirt up and off.

He swallowed, reaching around behind her to unhook her bra.

She shivered as he pulled it off of her, running a hand over his chest. "Nathaniel..."

His muscles tightened, and he tossed the bra away from them, "Yes...?"

She moved, pressing her chest against his.

He shivered again, catching her mouth with his.

She whimpered, her lips parting under his.

He deepened the kiss, his hands sliding over her back.

She rubbed against him, her breasts tightening.

He purred, his hands moving around to cup her breasts.

She moaned, pressing into his hand, her nipples hard.

He brushed his thumbs over the tight nubs, pinching gently with his fingers.

She whimpered, crying out into his mouth.

He broke the kiss, mouth trailing down to her neck as his fingers continued to tease her nipples.

She bit her lip, raising her hands to his chest.

He shivered, nipping gently at her neck.

Her hands found his nipples, mimicking his caresses.

He moaned against her neck, pressing into her hands, "Jess..."

"Nathaniel..."

"You're going to drive me crazy..." He sucked her pulse into his mouth.

She cried out again, arching her back.

His hands slid down her sides as he sucked gently at her neck.

"Ki...Kitty..."

"Mmph?" He let go, nipping at a spot just under the red mark.

"I... I need you..." She whimpered the words.

His fingers found the button on her pants, "Now?"

She slid her hand down, cupping him through his pants. "What'd you say?... Wet Kitten?"

His eyes widened, and he moaned, pressing into her hand. "Maybe...?"

"Not maybe... never maybe around you..."

His fingers opened the button, pulling her fly down quickly, "Jess... can we...? Don't want to move to the bed..."

"Mm... yes..." Her hands began to struggle with his belt, cursing the thing mentally.

He shivered, pushing her pants down her hips, "Thank God..."

"I can't get this stupid thing..." She scowled.

He moved his hands, growling as it refused to unbuckle.

She watched him, peeling off the rest of her clothing.

He gave up, ripping it from himself. "I hate those sometimes..."

Jess watched him throw the ruined leather away. "That was a new belt, Nathaniel..."

"It was in the way, Jess."

She swallowed. "But-"

He met her eyes, "I would have had to later anyway... it was stuck, Kitten."

She nodded after a second. "Sorry."

"It's okay... You're not mad?" He bit his lip. Stupid belt.

"No! Of course not... I just..." She leaned forward, kissing him.

His arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her to him.

She whimpered as her chest brushed over his, and she began to undo his fly.

He parted her lips with his, deepening the kiss. He mewled softly, the sound impatient and cat-like.

Finally she was able to push his pants out of the way, taking his hard length into her hand.

He groaned, pressing into her hand and breaking the kiss. "Jess..."

"Mm?" She stroked him, caressing the places that drove him crazy.

His back arched into her touch, and he moaned wordlessly.

She stared at him, thumbing his tip.

"Jess..." His eyes shut, "I need you... please..."

"Take me then..."

He blinked open his eyes and pulled reluctantly from her grip, shoving down his pants.

Jess pulled her hand to her mouth, licking away some of the fluid that had been leaking from his tip.

Nathaniel watched her tongue, tugging his pants off.

She purred. "How are we doing this?"

"However you want." He swallowed.

"You inside me.... that's what I want."

"That's what I want too."

She reached out, tugging him towards her as she laid back on the floor. "Inside me..." She murmured.

He settled between her spread thighs, pressing against her entrance.

She whimpered, pressing up.

He pushed into her, sheathing himself fully.

She cried out, back arching as she grabbed his shoulders.

He buried his face in her neck, moaning as she moved, creating friction between their joined bodies.

"P...please...?"

He started to move his hips in slow thrusting movements, nipping at her neck.

She moaned, moving with him. It felt so good...

He moved a hand down to where they were joined, groaning into her neck.

She stilled before pressing against his questing fingers.

He found her clitoris, rubbing it gently as they moved.

She writhed at the pressure, whimpering with each caress.

He pinched the nub carefully, thrusting into her steadily.

She cried out, tightening around him already, her orgasm approaching as she ran her hands over him.

He shivered, thrusting a little harder into her. "Jess..."

"Mm...?" She blinked at him, her hands finding his nipples.

He moaned softly, "You're..." He shook his head, pressing his thumb against her clitoris.

"I'm...?" The world was a whimper, a moan... something in between.

He thrust hard into her, pressing his face into her neck, "Mine..."

She nodded shakily. "Yo... yours..." He thrust again, and her nails raked down his back as she came.

He moaned, the pain mixing with intense pleasure as she clenched and throbbed around him.

Slowly she came down, realizing he hadn't come. "Ki... Kitty?"

"Mmhm?" He paused his slowing movements.

"You... didn't..." She whimpered.

"Not yet..."

She clenched herself around him, nipping at his jaw.

He moaned, "Kitten..." He started to move his hips again.

"Come.... come for me? Please?" She began to suck at his pulse.

He whimpered, thrusting harder into her, "Come... with me?" He licked his lips, pressing his thumb against her clitoris again.

She cried out, pressing into his hand. Lord, he did that again and she'd...

He felt her tighten around him again, and his own climax pushed to the surface. He squeezed the nub gently, determined to make her come with him.

She stiffened, and as he repeated the motion, exploded around him.

He came with her this time, moaning her name loudly.

Jess panted, easing back against the floor.

Nathaniel relaxed against her, pressing his face into her neck.

She stroked his hair, kissing his temple. "Mm..."

He purred softly, his eyes shutting slowly.

Jess sighed, letting herself purr as well, stroking her hands down his back and feeling a slight stickiness there. Huh? "Kitty?"

"Mmm?"

"You've got something on your back..."

He blinked open his eyes, "Really?"

"Mm." She pulled her hand to her face, shocked to see blood. "What?!"

Nathaniel raised his head, pulling one of her fingers into his mouth. She must have made him bleed, but he didn't mind. It'd felt good.

She shivered, frowning. "I... I'm sorry..."

He sucked the blood off her fingertip, caressing it with his tongue before he let it go, "It's okay."

"I hurt you."

"It was a good hurt, though."

"Are you sure?" She licked her lips.

"Mmhm." He licked at her other fingers.

She shuddered, shifting beneath him. "Kitty..."

"Kitten." He licked down to her palm, cleaning it with a low purr.

She squeezed him from where he rested, buried between her thighs.

His purr faltered slightly, and he nipped at her palm.

She whimpered. "Damn Kitty... I was all tired... and now I'm not..."

He smiled slightly, "Mm... really now?"

"You know I'm not..."

He chuckled softly, pulling another of her fingers into his mouth.

She shifted her hips, pressing up against him. Damn it! This wasn't fair... She smoothed her free hand over his back, before she began to lick the blood from her fingers.

He scraped his teeth over her finger, a soft moan rising in his throat. God...

"Kitty...." She purred. "I'm tired..."

He groaned around her finger, letting it go, "Kitten... that's evil..."

"What's evil...?"

"You're... tired..." He brushed his lips over hers.

"Do you think I really am?" She nipped his lower lip, pulling it into her mouth.

"God, I hope not..." He shivered, pressing his hips into hers.

She whimpered, wrapping her legs around him.

He swallowed, covering her mouth with his.
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