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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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Very long Chapter… and I can’t find a way to cut it. It’s

Misty sighed as she entered her house, only to hear the phone ring. It was late already, and she was tired. Her father had been complaining all day about her work, and the fact that she'd lost the cause she'd been persecuting. Well, Dad, I'm sorry, the guy was innocent. You don't send innocents to jail. "Hello?"

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Forrest picked up his phone several hours later, "Hello?"

"Forrest?" Misty swallowed, glancing around the crowded ER.

His brow furrowed, "Princess? What's up?"

"I... can you do me a big favor?" She sniffed, wiping at her nose with a tissue.

"Yeah... sure." He frowned, concern clear in his voice.

"I'm... I'm at the hospital-"

"What?! What's wrong? Are you alright? What happened? I'll be-"

"It's not me." She swallowed again. "My dad's had a fairly severe heart attack..."

"Oh... are you okay?"

"Yeah. I was wondering if you could... sit at my house with Mel... I mean, I'll pay you... but I won't be out of here for a while..."

"You don't need to pay me." He shook his head, "Have you told Mel what happened yet?"

"She... I left a note. She... she won't be too upset. She doesn't like my father..." Misty swallowed. "I just... I'll be home as soon as I can. I'm sorry about this. You... you can sleep in my room."

"Alright... will the house be unlocked or should I come by and get a key?" Forrest's brow furrowed slightly. Damn. He just wanted to hold her...

"Crap." She sighed. "Can you come here and get it? I'm not sure when Mel will get there... I'm sorry."

"Yeah. Which hospital are you at? And it's okay, Princess."

"The... the general hospital? The one next to the District?"

"I'll be there in a few minutes."

"Forrest?"

"Yeah?"

"Thanks."

He smiled, "No problem."

"I... I need to go. The nurse wants me to fill... fill out some forms."

"Okay. I'll be there as soon as I can."

"Bye." Misty hung up the phone, turning to the nurse and taking the clipboard. Damn. Her hands were shaking.

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Forrest slipped into the Hospital behind a mother with a crying infant. He watched them for a moment, before scanning the crowd of people in the waiting room, looking for Misty's distinguishing white-blonde hair.

Misty rubbed at her temples as she slouched in the hard plastic seat. The ER was hell... so much pain... all around.

Forrest's lips quirked into a small smile as he found her, then he frowned. Hell. She looked miserable. He sighed softly, moving silently over to her. "Princess."

She jumped. "Forrest!"

"Hey." He stood next to her chair, trying to stay out of the way of the stressed hospital staff.

She sniffed. "I..."

He studied her with dark, worried eyes. "Stand up, please."

She blinked, standing up with slow, shaking movements.

He pulled her into a hug, resting his cheek against the side of her head.

She hugged him back, swallowing. "I... I hate this..."

He rubbed her back gently, "I know..."

She sniffed. "It sucks."

He kissed her temple, "That's an understandable assumption." He wouldn't know. His family wouldn't give him the time of day; much less tell him if his father had had a heart attack.

"He didn't want to see me... said he didn't need..."

Forrest frowned, "Why wouldn't he want to see you?"

She shrugged. "I don't know."

No wonder Mel didn't like him... "I'm sorry."

"I know. It doesn't matter though."

He sighed, "If you say so." It was probably safer not to argue with her.

"Mm. Thank you." She pulled back, brushing her lips over his jaw. "I'll get you the key. Mel's gonna be home soon."

"Alright." He brushed a quick kiss over her lips. "Any idea when you'll be home?"

"They're almost done with the bypass... so when he gets settled in." She licked her lips, leaning up to kiss him. "Mm."

He let his lips mould to hers, and he noted idly that the baby that had been wailing before had quieted.

She sighed, then eased back. "I... we shouldn't... not here. Even though you touching me is just... soothing and...."

He nodded, fighting back a sigh of his own, "You're right. Sorry."

"No! Don't be... God, it was thinking of you that.... well, and Mel, that kept me calm-"

He rested a slim finger over her lips, "Shh... Relax, Mist..."

She blushed. "Oops. Sorry."

He chuckled softly, letting his hand drop. "It's okay."

"Mm. I'll see you later, alright?" She handed him her key.

He pocketed it, giving her a last quick kiss, "Alright. Bye, Princess."

"Bye." Misty swallowed, watching the dark vampire leave. Oh no... She was not feeling this... emotional...about him. Not yet.

Forrest licked his lips as he climbed into his car. Was he actually feeling like this? It... It felt like what he felt for Lily, but ten times more... with attraction. Lots of it. Which he'd thankfully never felt for his sister. Misty, though... He'd only known her a few days. He couldn't be feeling like this. Sighing, he started the car.

When Forrest got to the house, Melissa was already there, looking worried as she sat on the porch. Forrest shut off his car and climbed out.

"Forrest?"

He moved over to her, "Hey Mel."

She stood, "Where's Misty?"

"The ER." He pulled the key from his pocket, unlocking the door.

"What?! Why? What happened? Is she okay? How-"

"She's fine. Her father had a rather severe heart attack." He opened the door, and Melissa stepped through.

"Don't tell Misty, but he probably deserved it."

Forrest sighed, fixing her with a look, "Watch it, Mel... What goes around-"

"Comes around, I know." She flicked on the lights, moving through the room until she found Misty's note. "When will Misty be home?" Her brow furrowed as she read the note.

"Soon." He caught a disbelieving look from Melissa as he shut the door. "Ish."

"Great." The were sighed, "What movie do you want to watch?"

Halfway through watching 'Gone in Sixty Seconds' a thought occurred to Forrest. "Mel?"

Melissa blinked, looking up from the screen, "What, Woody?"

"Why wouldn't Misty's dad want to see her at the hospital?"

Melissa frowned, pausing the movie and turning to face the vampire. "Misty's dad wanted her to be a boy."

Forrest quirked a brow, "Why? She makes a better girl."

"I know, but he refuses to accept that. Why do you think the name of Missy's law firm is 'Malone and Son'?"

"It sounds better than 'Malone and Daughter'?"

Melissa shook her head, sighing. "No. Because he's a butt who refuses to admit he's got a daughter. It's stupid, but that could be why he didn't want to see her. It reminds me of the Chinese, but they get abortions when they have daughters. Misty's dad just ignores the fact that she hasn't got a penis."

The vampire's face darkened. Stupid asshole. "That's nice of him."

"It's better than her being dead, right?"

"Yeah... Still."

"It's crap, but then again, look at my dad. He's not exactly a shining father figure either."

"Don't remind me. I'm tempted to beat him dead with one of his asparagus sprouts."

"Ooh... how descriptive."

"Mel... shut up."

"Fine, Woody, fine..." Melissa grinned.

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Misty let herself into the house, sighing. Her father had pulled through fine... and had woken up... and fired her.

Forrest and Melissa both looked up as she came in. Melissa was the first to break the silence. "Hi."

Misty smiled a bit. "Hey."

"How's your dad?" Melissa stood from the couch, offering a smile back.

"Recovering. He'll live." Misty stepped forward, hugging her sister. "I'm sorry I wasn't here."

Melissa hugged her back, "It's okay. I was only here for a few minutes before Forrest got here." Okay, it was about ten, but Misty didn't need to know that.

Forrest stood from the couch, watching Melissa and Misty hug. They were nearly completely opposite. They both had a fair skin tone, and they had the same nose, but otherwise...

"Oh... I... I lost my job, by the way." Misty swallowed.

Melissa blinked, "What?"

Forrest's brow furrowed, "How?"

She shrugged. "He woke up... saw me... and disowned me."

Forrest's eyes narrowed, and he bit back a rather... insulting name for Misty's father.

Melissa, however, did no such thing. "That stupid fucker."

Misty swatted her sister's hip. "Language."

Melissa scowled, "It's true, though!"

"Still." Misty sighed, glancing at Forrest. "Did you feed her?"

"Not yet." Forrest glanced from the resigned looking Misty to the truly pissed off looking Melissa. "I can make something for both of you, if you like."

Misty mustered a small smile, brushing her lips over his. "Thanks."

He kissed the corner of her mouth, "No problem." He stepped back, moving towards the kitchen. Somehow, he got the feeling he did not want to be in the same room as Melissa when the were let her temper explode.

Misty turned towards her sister. "It's okay, Mel."

"It is not." Melissa's scowl deepened, "He has no fricking right to do that! Sure, he's your father, but that doesn't mean he can be an ass too!"

"Mel... sweets... I'm... I'm glad, really."

"Why?"

"He kept trying to get me to prosecute innocents..."

"That just strengthens my first comment."

"Alright. I agree. But... can't..." Mel sighed, pushing her hair back

Melissa forced herself to be silent as she embraced her sister again. Inside, she was raging against the injustice of Misty's father, and her own, and... She bit her lip harshly. Stupid fucks. All of them.

Misty swallowed. "I'm sorry. Don't know why I'm... it's not like he's the worst out there..."

"He's not the worst, but he's pretty damn bad."

"Mm." Misty sighed. "How was Forrest?"

"Forrest-y." Melissa rested her head against Misty's shoulder.

Misty laughed softly. "I can see that."

"Me too." Melissa smiled softly.

"Good." Misty straightened. "Let's bug Forrest."

"Mmkay." Melissa let her sister go, looking up at her. She didn't want to show it, but this was hurting her more than she'd admit.

"Hey, Forrest..." Misty entered the kitchen, hugging him from behind and resting her face on his back.

Forrest glanced back at her, "Hey, Princess."

Melissa fought back a giggle as she entered the kitchen. He called her Princess? It was disgustingly cute!

"Don't you even comment, Mel!" Misty smiled slightly.

"Didn't say anything, Misty!" Melissa smirked.

"Uh huh! I saw that 'I won't laugh!' look!"

"And I didn't laugh, so it so doesn't count!" Melissa grinned widely.

Forrest rolled his eyes, flipping one of the small-ish steaks in the pan. Women.

Misty rolled her eyes. "Brat."

"Duh."

"Forrest... she's being mean..." Misty whimpered.

Forrest shook his head, "Mel, stop being mean."

"I'm not being mean. I'm being obnoxious. Jeesh. Get it right, Woody." Melissa rolled her eyes.

Misty stuck her tongue out at the girl. "Why don't you call Lily? Tell her about your art project."

"Because Lil's nine years older than me and she wouldn't care." Melissa stuck her tongue out at Misty in retaliation.

Forrest blinked, "Mel, how old are you?"

"Fourteen, why?"

Fourteen... Nine years older would be twenty-three. He hadn't seen his sister since she was seventeen, which was six years ago... She'd be twenty-three. How many twenty-three-year-old Lily’s were there in St. Louis?

"She will too. You know she loves you. Besides, she's Miss Artist. You know that. At your age, she was in the national competitions."

Forrest's eyes widened, and his finger brushed against the hot skillet as his hand slipped. "Fuck!" He jerked his hand away from the pan, wincing. Holy shit! They knew his sister!

Misty frowned. "Forrest, please watch you language." She took his hand, pulling the burn into her mouth.

Forrest swallowed, feeling her tongue caress the burn. He shook himself mentally, "Sorry."

Melissa rolled her eyes, "I'm gonna go call Lils before you two get any more disgusting."

"You know what? Have her come over. I want to talk with her about what happened." Misty looked at the burn, noting it was healed.

"Okay." Melissa shook her head, grabbing the phone and leaving the kitchen.

Forrest swallowed again. Oh hell. He was going to see his sister... and it wasn't his fault, and... His parents were going to kill him. Why was he thinking about that? Ah!

"Forrest?" Misty frowned. "You okay?"

He shook his head, "No, not really."

Misty let him go, stepping backwards. "Oh."

"No... it's, um..." He sighed, turning to look at her.

She hugged herself. "Um?"

"Lily." He ran a hand through his hair. "She's my-"

"Lils says she'll be here in five minutes!" Melissa called from the living room.

"Oh. Yeah. You had a sister named Lily."

"Yeah." Forrest sighed. Well... she'd find out soon enough. He turned back to the steaks. "These are almost finished.”

"Thanks. I'm going to go clean up real quick, alright?"

He nodded, "Alright."

She smiled at him briefly before hurrying into the bathroom.

Melissa looked up as a car pulled into the driveway, partly on the lawn. "Missy! Lil's here!"

Forrest stayed in the kitchen, trying to keep his hands from shaking as he slid the steaks onto plates. Holy fuck. Could he actually do this?

Misty smiled, pulling her hair back as the door opened.

"Misty! You wanted me?" Lily's voice was happy, smiling as she entered the house.

Forrest nearly dropped a plate. Shit. It really was her.

"Oh! I smell food..." Lily hugged Misty before hurrying into the kitchen.

Misty smiled, following. "Mm. He cooks."

Forrest turned, forcing a smile onto his face. "Hey Lils."

Melissa blinked, following the adults in. Did Forrest know Lily? He hadn't said anything about it...

Lily stared, paling. "Woo...Woody?"

Misty blinked. "Oh fuck."

Forrest nodded at Misty, "My thoughts exactly, Princess." He looked back at Lily, forcing his hands to stop shaking. "Yeah. It's me."

Melissa's brow furrowed, "What's going on?"

"Prin...Princess?" Lily glanced at Misty. "You're... you're boinking my brother?"

"Oops?" Misty swallowed.

Lily laughed. "Wow. I... Woody...."

Forrest smiled slightly, "You seemed shocked to see me, sis."

Melissa blinked again. Holy shit buckets! They were related?! Wait... They were SIBLINGS?!

"And you weren't to see me? My God... Woody..." Lily swallowed. "Can...can I hug you?"

"Of course." Forrest felt his throat constrict and nearly cursed. He didn't remember her being this thing six years ago, and her dark hair was longer... But she was still his sister. Still had a dimple when she smiled, and she still wore that same necklace. Everything he remembered about her was there, if a little different.

Lily moved forward, hugging her brother tight. "God, Forrest..."

Misty swallowed again, taking her sister's hand, tugging her into the other room as Lily sniffed.

Forrest hugged her back, his eyes squeezing shut. "Missed you, Lil-sis." He said softly, the words nearly whispered.

"I...I missed you too." Lily shook her head. "I've been trying to find you..."

He loosened his hold slightly, opening his eyes and pulling back enough to look at her, "I've been around. I stopped trying to contact you after two years. I guess I thought that if I didn't get through then, I wouldn't get through at all."

"No.... God, Forrest... they wouldn't listen to me! I told them I didn't care..."

Forrest pressed a kiss to his sister's forehead, "They've got their beliefs, Lil. Frankly I'm almost proud of them for sticking by them for this long."

"But they shouldn't force them on me. Like I should stop loving you just because..."

"They were scared, Lily. They didn't know what I was becoming, or what I could do..." He sighed, "They're just..." He shrugged.

"Stupid." Lily sighed. "So... boinking my best friend? Dirty brother..."

"Hey... I didn't know she was your best friend..." He smiled slightly, "You're still ticklish, right?" His smile was replaced by a smirk.

"No. Don't tickle me. I'll... hurt you."

He quirked a brow, "Really?"

"Yup." Lily smiled. "I'm not losing you again, Woody."

"No worries. I've got no plans of being lost." Forrest smiled back.

"Good." She laughed as Misty tiptoed into the kitchen, her eyes on the steak. "Ignore me... just want food..."

Forrest shook his head, laughing softly. He let Lily go, glancing between his girlfriend and his sister. "Princess... You needed to talk to her? We've got time to catch up later..."

Lily snorted. "Princess? You let him call you that?"

Misty shook her head. "It's... okay. I'll live. I'm happy for you two."

Lily blinked. "Tell me."

"It's fine-"

Forrest shook his head, "I'd tell her, Princess, but I haven't got all the details... And if I remember correctly, she's stubborn."

Lily smiled. "Yes. Spill."

"Dad had a heart attack, had bypass surgery, woke up, and disowned me and fired me."

Forrest watched Lily's face darken, and glanced at Misty. Damn. Comfort his sister, comfort Misty? Arg...

"Misty..." Lily nearly growled.

Misty sighed. "I'm okay."

Forrest blinked, nearly flinching as Melissa came into the kitchen, dressed in her pajamas. She caught sight of Lily's angry expression, then Misty's, and slowly backed out of the room.

Misty pressed her hands to her temples. "I... I can't do this."

Lily sighed. "I'm sorry."

Forrest stepped back from Lily and moved over to Misty, wrapping an arm around her waist. Damn stupid fucking indecision... He watched Lily and a soft sigh escaped him. He'd found both of them in less than two weeks... It was crazy.

Misty swallowed. "No... I'm being-"

"Don't you even say you're being stupid." Lily scowled. "You're allowed to feel."

Forrest's lips quirked slightly, though the expression was there, then gone. Yep. Lily was still as stubborn as ever. "Princess... she's right. Even if she had let you say it, it's not true."

Misty sighed. "Alright, fine. Can I just go sleep?"

Lily sighed. "Of course. I'll come and check up on you tomorrow."

Forrest brushed his lips over Misty's before letting her go. Well... tonight had turned out to be lovely. Not that seeing Lily wasn't great, because it was, but Misty was... something. Not depressed, but not happy. It wasn't as if she didn't have an excuse to not be happy, after all, but still...

"It was nice seeing you, Woody." Lily smiled. "Take care of Misty. She's got my number."

Misty nodded at her friend. "Mm."

"Yeah... Love you, sis." Forrest smiled back at his sister, shooting a worried glance at Misty.

"I love you too, Woody." Lily kissed her brother, then headed for the door.

Forrest watched her go, listening with half an ear as Lily bantered with Melissa, before turning to Misty.

She swallowed. "I'm sorry I ruined your reunion..."

He shook his head, "It's okay. I'm more worried about you than anything else."

"But, Forrest-"

"But nothing." He sighed, "Are you going to be alright, Princess?"

She licked her lips. "I think so."

He quirked a brow.

She shrugged. "What can I say?"

He sighed, shrugging back, "I don't know." He glanced at the clock, "I should probably go soon."

"Do you have to go?" She looked slightly panicked, though she couldn't say why.

His brow furrowed, and he shook his head, "Not if you want me to stay."

"Please." She grabbed his hand.

"Alright." He blinked.

She swallowed, slowly letting him go. "I'm going to set up the couch..."

He shook his head, taking her hand again, "No... if you don't mind the whole dawn thing, I wouldn't mind if we shared the bed, but I understand if you don't want to and-" Fuck. He babbled.

Misty blinked. "I hog the covers."

"I don't care."

"Alright, then."

"Now... you need to eat."

"Do I?" She ran her thumb along his knuckles.

"Yes. When did you last eat?" He quirked a brow, trying hard not to think about what her hands would feel like on other, more sensitive parts of his anatomy.

"Um... breakfast. Yesterday."

"Princess!" He sighed exasperatedly.

Misty winced. "Sorry."

Forrest shook his head, brushing his lips over hers, "You're eating, even if I have to make you."

She swallowed, then nodded. "Alright. I'll eat with Mel."

He sighed again, this time more softly, "I'm sorry. I'm being over-bearing."

She kissed him. "No... just... protective and such."

"Doesn't that file under over-bearing?" He quirked a brow, a slight smile curling his lips.

"I was thinking more under boyfriend duties."

"That works too."

She smiled. "Alright. Let's get Mel fed."

Forrest nearly laughed as he heard Melissa's happy cry of, "Food!"

"Come and get it! This ain't delivery!" Misty took the plate with the smaller portions, sitting at the table. "Sit with me, Forrest?"

Forrest nodded, moving to sit next to her as Melissa came into the room, rolling her eyes. "Delivery would've been so much faster, though..."

Misty rolled her eyes. "You're lazy."

"So?" Melissa picked up the other plate, grabbing two forks and two knives as she passed. Sitting down at the table, she handed Misty her utensils.

"Thanks." Misty pulled a soda from the case in the corner. "Want one?" She smiled at Forrest briefly.

Forrest returned her smile, leaning back in his chair.

Melissa nodded, "Please."

Misty tossed it to her sister before opening her own. "So... Lily is your sister. That's..."

Melissa caught the soda, setting it on the table. "Creepy?" She offered helpfully before Forrest could speak.

"Mel, are you Forrest? Though I agree on the creepy."

"Actually, I lack right anatomy to get woody." Melissa answered straight-faced, opening her soda.

Forrest shook his head, "Mel, you are a sick, perverted little child."

"Hey... Fourteen is not classified as 'child', and I'm not little."

"Five three is little, darlin'."

"Shut up, Woody."

Misty smiled, taking a bite of her steak. Mel was a perv.

Forrest shook his head, chuckling as Melissa stuck her tongue out at him. "Missy... Forrest's being mean. You should punish him for me."

"What I punish him over is of no importance to you. Now eat."

Melissa rolled her eyes again, and started on her steak.

Forrest tried not to smirk. Hmm... Misty was going to punish him?

Misty met his gaze for a moment, then blushed. Oops.

Forrest shook his head as Melissa shut her bedroom door at least an hour later. The young were was crazy... Nearly as bad as Jason on one of his good days.

Misty blushed. "I... was joking..."

"About?" Forrest blinked, turning to look at her.

"The... punishment thing..."

"Oh." He nodded, "I kind of figured that." After she'd told him...

She ducked her head. "Um."

"Um?" He moved towards her, brow furrowing slightly.

"Yeah. I was joking..." She met his gaze, biting her lip.

"I know." His lips quirked slightly.

"Oh. Okay."

He brushed a bit of hair behind her ear, "You should probably sleep."

She shivered. "Probably."

"Just probably?"

She sighed. "Fine. I'll try."

"Come on... I'll tuck you in." He teased gently, a smile toying with his lips.

She smiled, shaking her head. "Fine.."

He offered her his hand, "How much sleep haven't you gotten in the past week?"

She blinked. "Um..."

"You haven't been sleeping either?" He raised his eyebrows.

"I have! I just..." She shrugged.

He sighed, taking her hand and leading her towards her bedroom. She wasn't sleeping, and she wasn't eating... Not exactly healthy, there...

"Forrest..." She swallowed. "I've tried sleeping..." But Mel was keeping her awake.

He paused, turning to look at her, "Why hasn't it worked?"

"I..." She bit her lip. "In the bedroom."

He blinked, "Okay."

She shut the door behind them, pushing her hair back. "I... Oi."

"Oi?" He frowned worriedly at her.

"I've... never told anyone before."

"You don't have to tell me if you don't want to."

"No. I'll tell you." She took a deep breath. "I'm an empath."

"Okay." His brow furrowed, "How does that effect your sleeping patterns?"

"Mel." She swallowed. "She's..."

He moved, wrapping his arms around her, "She's what?"

"She's having a rough time right now..." Misty bit her lip, resting her head on his chest.

Forrest nodded, "I can imagine..." Well. That explained why Misty had looked close to tears at the ER.

She sighed. "Mm."

He kissed the top of her head, "I'm sorry."

"It's okay." She looked up at him. "Thank you."

"You're welcome." He met her gaze, trying to imagine what it would be like to be an empath.

"It makes sex really fun."

He laughed softly, "Now that I can imagine."

She smiled, rubbing her cheek against his chest.

His muscles tightened, and he unconsciously pulled her a little tighter to him.

Misty swallowed, raising her head again. "Mm."

"Mm?" Forrest quirked a brow.

"Just 'Mm'." She smiled. "I like the way you feel."

"Do you?" He smiled back, one of his hands moving to caress her hip idly.

"Mm." She repeated, then frowned. "I don't pick up that many emotions from you either."

He blinked, "Why not?" He'd been called an unfeeling bastard before, but it wasn't true, was it?

"I don't know." She swallowed. "It's sort of... nice though."

"Is it?" His hand paused, and his eyes met hers.

"I'm not...overwhelmed. Maybe it's because you're such a powerful vampire..." She brushed her lips over his.

"Maybe." He kissed the corner of her mouth.

She swallowed, nipping his lower lip. "Thank you."

He shivered, "For what?"

"For being you. For all that you've done for me."

"I haven't done that much, Princess. You've done more for me."

"No I haven't-"

"Yes, you have. You accepted the fact that I was a warlock, that I'm now a Master vampire, you didn't let me burn, instead taking me in for three days. That, and you let me see my sister after six years of being apart from her. Thank you."

"But I wasn't trying with those! I was just-"

"Being you." He smiled slightly, the expression more of a smirk than anything.

"Well... I'm annoying. And stuff."

"You're not annoying." He brushed his lips over hers.

She sighed. "I'm not going to win."

"No, you're not."

"Bluh." She nipped at his lower lip again.

He shivered again, nipping carefully back at her, "What's a 'bluh'?"

"Merely a sound of frustration." She swallowed, running a hand down his side.

His muscles tightened under her touch, "What kind of frustration?" Damn it all! His voice had dropped, becoming soft and husky as he spoke. Did she really affect him that much?

She shivered. "Just... frustration."

"Ah." He brushed his lips over hers, feeling a certain kind of frustration build up within himself.

She kissed him, a noise growing in her throat.

His tongue darted out after a second, pleading for entrance as it slid teasingly over her bottom lip.

She parted her lips, wrapping her arms around his neck.

He deepened the kiss, his arm slipping back around her waist.

She caressed his tongue with hers, her hand toying with his hair.

He made a content noise, his tongue caressing hers in return.

Misty shivered, pressing against him.

Forrest's eyes shut, and he tilted his head slightly, the kiss deepening further.

She sucked slightly on his tongue, her hands caressing.

His skin burned wherever her hands touched, and his own hands slid down to rest on her hips.

She whimpered into his mouth, heat pooling low in her stomach.

He broke the kiss, trailing his lips slowly down her jaw.

She panted, gripping at his shoulders.

He kissed the spot under her ear, letting his lips tease her there for a moment.

She whimpered again, pressing against him as her hands smoothed down his back.

He moaned softly, pressing back into her. Damn... he couldn't let this go too far...

"Forrest... Mm..." She tugged his shirt up until her hands found bare skin.

All thoughts of 'too far' fled his mind as her hands slid over his skin. "Princess..." He moved his mouth down her neck, past her pounding pulse to the hollow of her throat.

She swallowed. "Mm?"

He raised his head, brushing his lips over hers. Thought came flooding back as her hands paused, and he swallowed, "Tell me when you want me to stop..."

"When...when you want to?"

"That's the problem..." He murmured, his hands sliding over her back again, "I don't want to."

She shivered. "Me either... but..."

"We should." He rested his forehead against hers.

"Mm." She swallowed. "I wish-"

"I know..." He brushed his lips over hers again.

"How long... do you think until..."

"However long you want..."

"Ah." She licked her lips. "You taste good."

"You too."

She rolled her eyes. "Sure."

He smiled, kissing the tip of her nose, "You do."

She wrinkled her nose. "Uh huh..."

His lips quirked, "You sound doubtful."

"Maybe I am."

"Why's that?"

"Because I don't think I can taste good."

"You do, though." He kissed the corner of her mouth, "Very good."

She shivered. "Forrest..."

"Mm?"

"Don't know..."

"Ah." He licked his lips, "I should probably step back now, but I really don't want to..."

"Probably..." She caressed his back.

His muscles tightened, "Princess..."

"Yeah?"

"Are you supposed to affect me like this?"

"I don't know... but I feel the same." She pressed into the hardness against her stomach.

A strangled moan escaped his throat, "It's..." He swallowed, "I can't describe it... or put a name to it..."

"Crazy? Intense?" She kissed his jaw.

He shifted his hips against her, "Something like that..."

She whimpered. "Lord..."

"Mmhm..." He kissed the soft spot behind her ear.

"Forrest..." She leaned into him.

"Yeah?" He swallowed, bracing her against his chest.

"Feels..." Her fingers teased his back.

He shivered, one of his hands tucking up into her shirt. "Feels?"

"It feels... good." She swallowed, her fingers tracing his spine.

He nipped gently at her earlobe. "Mm... you're incredible..."

"Huh?" She shivered, pressing her face against him.

His hand slid over her back as he repeated himself, and he swallowed again.

"How...?" Her hand slid down, tucking into the back pocket on his pants.

His bum tightened, and he shifted against her again, "You just are..."

She nuzzled his neck. "Not... not really."

"Yes, really..." He pressed against her, brushing his lips over her pulse.

She whimpered, tilting her head for him.

He nipped gently, soothing the spot with his tongue.

Her knees were turning to Jell-O as her hand caressed his bum.

He shivered, kissing the faint red mark. "We need to stop soon, Princess..."

A pout graced her lips, and she pulled back, pressing her hands to her stomach as if it would stop her from touching him again.

His brow furrowed, and he suddenly felt cold, "Princess?"

"Yeah?" She swallowed, licking her lips. Do. Not. Pounce. Him.

He reached out, gently touching one of her hands. "Did I do something wrong?"

She shivered. "No... of course not."

He took a small step towards her, "I don't want to rush you... that's why I suggested we stop." He poked at one of his fangs with his tongue. He didn't want to stop. He wanted to pick her up, throw her on the bed, and explore her body until she screamed his name.

"I just... it's like I can't stop touching you..."

He nodded, "Neither can I..." His fingers trailed down her arm, "It almost feels like... when I'm with you I'm complete, and when I'm not... there's something missing."

Her breathing hitched, and she nodded. "I... I know."

His hand stopped at her elbow, "I'm not sure what to do about it."

"Well... I know. But it's too soon." She bit her lip.

"Too soon for what, exactly?" He swallowed, watching as she worried her lip between her teeth.

"You know what, Forrest. You know you make me ache, I'm sure."

"I do now." He met her gaze, "I can take care of your ache... I won't if you don't want me to, but mine can wait."

"That's not fair though-'

"So?" He brushed his lips over hers, "I don't care..."

"If I do?" She licked her lips.

"I don't care if it's fair or not..." His hand moved down to her hip, caressing it again.

"I'll owe you two then..."

"Mm... you don't need to repay me..."

"But I want to..." Misty blinked, thinking of what he might feel like under her hands.

Forrest met her gaze, his hand stopping its movement. "If you want to, I won't object, but you don't need to."

"Forrest..." She nipped his chin. "I know..."

He leaned down, catching her lips with his for a second before letting them go. "So... are we taking care of your ache?"

She swallowed. "If... if you want."

He took her hand, bringing it up to his mouth. He kissed the pad of each finger, then pressed a kiss to her palm. "I do want to."

"Oh. Alright." She licked her lips, kissing his jaw.

He led her over to the bed, trying to convince his pants to stop tightening. That part of his body wouldn't be getting any practice tonight...

"How are we doing this?" She blinked at him.

"I'm not sure. Kind of improvising as I go." He offered her a small smile.

"Oh. Okay." She sat on the bed, pushing her hair back.

He studied her for a moment before leaning down, brushing his lips over hers.

She parted her lips, tugging his lower lip into her mouth.

He swallowed, teasing her upper lip as he pushed her gently back onto the bed.

Misty snuggled into the pillow kissing lips as she cupped his jaw.

He moved, settling himself over her, one of his knees between hers. He pulled back from the kiss to look at her. God, she was beautiful...

She blinked at him, green eyes confused. "Something wrong?"

He shook his head, "No." He brushed his lips over hers again.

She swallowed, sliding her hands down his back as she kissed him back.

He slid a hand down her side, stopping it at her waist. He parted her lips with his, hand slipping back up into her shirt.

Her tongue brushed along his as her belly tightened. He felt so good above her. She wanted to forget him touching her and grant him release but...

He slid his hand over her tummy, feeling the warmth of her skin. He swallowed, his fingers moving up to brush against the cup of her bra. Hell... he just wanted her. He didn't care how, or when, but he wanted her. Well... maybe he did care when.

Misty shivered, pressing against him.

Forrest caressed her tongue with his, his hand cupping her through the material of her bra.

She moaned, breaking the kiss to gasp his name. His hand was heavy and warm against her, and her nipple tightened.

He kissed a line down her jaw, his thumb finding her nipple through the fabric.

"Oh..." She pressed into his hand, biting her lip. Mel was sleeping... she had to be quiet.

He slid his hand back to the clasp of her bra, pulling it open carefully. Wow... Had he ever been with someone this responsive? No... not really.

She pressed her leg up, carefully feeling him against her, warm and hard. "Forrest..."

A low, quiet moan rose in his throat, "Yes, Princess?" He slid his hand back to her chest, tugging the bra out of the way.

She shook her head, biting her lip.

He cupped her again, this time without the nuisance of the bra.

She covered her mouth with a hand, a moan escaping anyway.

His thumb teased her nipple into further tautness, and he watched her eyes as they darkened. "You're beautiful..." He murmured, kissing her neck tenderly.

She shivered even as she shook her head.

He nodded, sitting up to pull her shirt slowly over her head. He swallowed, his eyes sliding over her form. He didn't deserve her... He removed her bra slowly, tossing them both onto the floor before his hand moved to cup her other breast.

She bit her lip, pressing into his hand, her eyes falling shut. No. Don't- She whimpered against her will.

He teased her nipple as he had teased the other, before sliding his hand down her abdomen to the waistline of her skirt.

"Forrest..." She bit her lip again. No. Noise.

He looked back at her face, watching her struggle to stay silent as his fingers found the buttons holding her skirt up.

A small noise escaped her and she bit her wrist.

He quirked a slow brow at her, his fingers freeing the six buttons that kept the skirt in place.

Slowly she released her wrist. "Hm?"

His hand slid into her opened skirt, and he managed to frown at her, the warm skin under his hand distracting him, "Don't hurt yourself..."

She leaned her head back, trying not to moan. "I..."

He moved his hand till it covered her center. "You're aching here...?" He pressed his hand into her gently.

She cried out, nodding. Oh did she ache...

He pressed his fingers against her entrance through her panties, watching her face change expressions.

"Forrest..." She squeezed her eyes shut, a whimper rising in her throat.

He moved again, pulling her skirt down and off.

Misty blinked her eyes open a moment later at his stillness. "Forrest?"

Forrest blinked stupidly at her. Could his brain handle this much? No, he answered himself, it couldn't. Instead of the thigh highs he'd expected, she wore garters, and as far as he could tell, she was completely shaved. Her underwear didn't leave much to the imagination, and there wasn't a hair on her. Oh fucking hell. No. Bad. Don't even THINK about fucking. Shit.

She sat up slowly, pulling a pillow in front of herself.

He blinked again, finally finding his voice, "Princess?"

"Sorry." She swallowed. Crap. She blinked repeatedly, feeling incredibly stupid.

"No... I should be... I've gone stupid just looking at you." He smiled slightly, "You're gorgeous..."

"Forrest, you don't have to-"

"Don't say I'm lying, because I'm not."

She bit her lip. "I... sorry."

He sighed, leaning forward to kiss the corner of her mouth, "Don't be sorry, Princess... You didn't do anything wrong."

"Nothing right either." She kissed his jaw.

"Not true." He turned his head, brushing a kiss over her lips.

She pressed her mouth to his before slowly pulling back. "Oh?"

"Oh what?" His expression was playfully innocent.

"Oh, what do you think I did right?" She nipped his jaw, tugging at his shirt.

"You're you, that's doing something right." He fought the urge to pull off his shirt, instead forcing himself to wait, to see what she would do.

She kneeled, tossing the pillow aside before she began to kiss along his throat.

His head tilted slightly, giving her more access.

She paused for a moment, tugging his shirt off before frowning. "Forrest?"

He blinked, looking down at her, "Yeah?" Please, please, please don't stop now! His mind pleaded.

"Didn't you have to work today?"

"No?" Shit. Work. Fucking hell.

She kissed his shoulder. "Are you sure?"

Wait... He didn't have to work. He'd called work after Misty had told him about her father. He nodded in relief, "I'm sure."

"Good..." She kissed his lips before moving down his chest. "Forrest?"

"Yeah?" He looked down at her, noting idly the contrast in their skin tones.

"I don't want this to be just me... even without the intercourse..."

He swallowed, "It doesn't have to be..."

She smiled, covering his nipple with her mouth.

He let out a surprised moan at the first flick of her tongue, then forced himself to be silent as her mouth worked on the small nub.

Misty tossed her hair back from her face as she rested her hands on his thighs.

Forrest's hands dropped to the bed, gripping the blankets tightly. Her hands were so close... Just a few inches...

She kissed across his chest to his other nipple, scrapping her teeth over it.

He pressed against her mouth, trying hard not to make a sound.

She sucked, sliding a hand up his chest.

"Princess..." He nearly moaned, his arms wrapping around her waist to take her with him as he lowered himself back onto the bed.

She shivered, her tummy tightening as she looked up at him, green eyes hot.

His hand slid down her back, and he met her smoldering gaze. Hell... how was he supposed to keep himself to himself when she looked at him like that?

She shivered, shifting to tease the middle of his chest. His skin tasted so... mmm...

He licked his lips, back arching slightly into her touch as his hand stopped at the swell of her butt.

Misty swallowed, pulling back for a moment. "Can I...?" Her hand hovered over the fly of his jeans.

"Yes..." Forrest shifted his hips slightly, aching for her to touch him.

She bit her lip, and her hand brushed him before cupping him. She took a shaking breath, leaning down to kiss his chest again.

A moan escaped him, and he pressed into her, his back arching again. He didn't know whether to concentrate on her hand or her mouth, and he found that when he concentrated on both, he was more likely to make noise and wake up Mel. Damn... His hand slid the rest of the way down, cupping her bum.

She made a nose in her throat, nipping at him as her hand caressed, tracing him beneath his pants.

His hips pressed up into her hand of their own accord, and he moved his other hand from her waist, sliding it down her leg.

She squeezed her eyes shut for a moment, swallowing. "Forrest..." Both her hands moved, undoing his fly.

He let his hand move to the apex of her thighs, "Yes, Princess?" He looked up at her, trying to stay still as her hands struggled with the zipper.

She took a deep breath, a moan in her throat as she pressed into his hand. "I..." Misty licked her lips, finishing the fly on his pants.

Forrest let a small smile quirk his lips, his hand seeking the top of her panties. He needed to get those off her... Now.

She shook, leaning up to brush her lips over his. "Funny?" Her hand slid into his pants, finding the tiny thong and slipping her hand into that as well until she was touching him. "Oh God...."

His eyes squeezed shut and another moan slipped from his control, "Princ... Misty..." He hardly recognized that his hand had found the top of her panties, his fingers acting on autopilot now that she was touching him.

"Mm?" She pressed her face against his chest as her hand caressed. Oh boy...

He shook his head, fingers tracing the crease of her shaved folds. Oh holy hell... She was... indescribable...

She pulled her hands back, kissing him briefly. "Please... lift your hips?"

He blinked, trying to process her request before doing as she asked. Wow. Only a little slow, really.

She shoved his pants down his hips, along with the tiny thong. "Mm... Forrest..."

"Yes?" His voice was slightly hoarse, and he looked up at her with a dark gaze.

She licked her lips, wrapping her fingers around his member, noting they didn't quite meet. "You're lovely..."

He pressed into her hand again, eyes shutting halfway, "You're better..." His fingers slipped past her folds, dipping into her wetness.

She cried out, her hand tightening. "I..."

He moaned softly, "You...?" His fingers caressed her aroused flesh, dancing around her clitoris.

She pressed against his nimble fingers. "You feel so good..." She stroked him, kissing his neck.

His fingers stroked her sensitive nub, hips moving slowly with her hand, "So do you..."

She moaned, her hand finding the same rhythm as his fingers. She kissed and nipped, taking one of his hands and guiding it to her breast.

He moved with her hand, fingers moving back to let his thumb caress her clitoris. His muscles tightened where her mouth went, and his hand slowly began to react to the change in location, teasing her nipple into erectness. Wasn't she supposed to be shy? Or...something? His thoughts fled as she gripped him a little tighter, and he fought back a groan. Damn...

Misty whimpered at the sensation, her body weak with it. He was so different from her... and... oh... She swallowed. He made her feel confident, as if she knew what he would like.

He felt a need rise within him, and he groaned quietly. No... he couldn't take her... He wouldn't push... He rocked into her hand, his fingers teasing her entrance.

She thumbed his tip, spreading the moisture gathering there along his length, kissing the corner of his mouth. She nearly jumped as she caught a wave of emotion from him. His need. Lord... she did that to him?

He caught her lips with his, one of his fingers sliding into her tightness. He swallowed, feeling her hand slide along him smoothly. Holy hell...

She cried out into his mouth, stilling for a moment before pushing against his hand.

His finger slid as deep as it could go, and he pressed his thumb against her clitoris.

Her hips bucked as she whimpered, her hand moving over him again. Misty swallowed, nipping his lip. Her body was driving her mad, tightening slightly.

Forrest shivered, moving his finger in the thrusting movements they both longed for. He watched her face as he slipped in another finger, his thumb stroking her sensitive nub. He thrust up into her hand, trying hard not to moan. He... shit, he just wanted her... all of her, and now.

She licked her lips, shaking her head. "St...stop."

He froze. God no... he had not just heard her say that... He swallowed, forcing himself to stay calm, "Is... something wrong?"

"Yes." Misty swallowed. "I'm sorry... I really... I can't stand this. And it's rather pointless not to... especially when we both want this and..." She pulled her hand away from him.

Forrest blinked. Was he understanding her right? "And?"

"I..." She bit her lip. "Can we? I know it's early, but you make me ache... Please, Forrest?"

He swallowed, imagining what it would feel like to be inside her, "Yes." He pulled his fingers out of her, pushing himself into a sitting position and brushing his lips over hers, "Whenever, wherever you want me."

"Here and now would be good." She swallowed. "I... should finish getting undressed first..."

He kissed the corner of her mouth before nodding, "Yeah... need any help with that?"

"Mm. If you want..." She pushed her hair back.

"Do you mind if I just watch for this round?" Frankly, he had no idea to get her out of those garters...

Misty shrugged. "Alright." She swallowed, then stood. Placing one foot on the bed, she unhooked one stocking and rolled it slowly down.

Forrest lowered himself back onto his elbows, watching her with a slight tilt to his head. She really was lovely... He felt a surge of possessiveness over take him, and he watched her roll down the other stocking slightly in shock.

"Are you alright?" She bit her lip as she pulled off the garter belt itself, placing it onto the dresser before starting to take off her panties.

"Fine..." He shot her a small smile, his voice soft and low.

She shivered, tossing her underwear into the dirty clothes bin. “Aren't you overdressed?"

He looked down at his pants, which were tangled around his thighs, "Seems to be so."

She smiled. "Going to do something about that?"

"Maybe." He smirked, "Do you think I should?"

"Well, if you want, we can forget my idea and continue what we were doing before-"

He stood from the bed, pushing his pants down and off.

She bit her lip, trying not to laugh. "Hm... that worked."

He shook his head slightly, stepping towards her, "Couldn't help but notice that myself."

"Wonder why?" She swallowed, her eyes running over his body and noticing a scar on his hip she hadn't seen before. "Where'd you get that?"

He blinked, looking down at his hip. He touched his fingers to the slightly jagged scar, "This?"

"No... the penis."

"Well... when a man is attracted to a woman-"

She scowled. "Of course I meant the scar. It must have hurt."

His lips quirked slightly, and he shrugged, "I got on the wrong side of a stake."

She sighed, leaning down and kissing the raised mark.

He looked down at her, shifting his weight as her hair brushed against his erection.

"Do you have any other interesting scars?" She licked her lips, tongue brushing his skin.

He shivered, "A few."

"Like...?" She straightened, turning away from him and showing her back. A long, thin scar traced her right shoulder blade.

His brow furrowed, and he trailed his fingers along the scar, "How'd you get that, Princess?"

She shivered. "I... fell out of a tree onto a piece of sharp metal..."

He winced in sympathy. "Ow."

"I lived." She faced him again, tilting her head.

He brushed his hair aside, tilting his head to expose a scar just under his left ear. "I fell backwards out of a chair and knocked myself on the coffee table."

"Ow. Silly." She kissed it.

He turned his head, brushing his lips over hers, "Silly?"

"Mm. You shouldn't fall backwards out of chairs." Misty smiled, pointing to her knee. A small circle of scar tissue was right below it. "Fell off my bike." She brushed her lips over his again.

He took her hand, pulling it behind him to touch a small scar on his bum, "Sat on a nail when I was eight..." His lips brushed against hers as he spoke.

She laughed softly. "Ow." She traced it softly.. "I think... I'll let you find the rest of my scars."

"Oh?" His bum tightened as her fingers traced the scar, and he kissed the corner of her mouth.

"Mmm.... I want you." She slid her hand around, gripping him again. "Alright?"

His eyes widened slightly, and he swallowed, "More than alright."

"Good..." She nipped his lower lip.

He licked his lips, taking one of her hands and leading her towards the bed.

Misty swallowed, following as she let her eyes trail over him.

Forrest stopped next to the bed, turning to her, "Top or bottom?"

She blinked, looking up from his body. "Hm?"

His lips quirked into a small smirk when he realized where she'd been looking, "Top or bottom?"

"I prefer to have the man on top."

He nodded, trying not to smile at her prim tone, "Just checking."

She blinked, tilting her head. "Did I say something funny?"

"Not particularly." He brushed a kiss over her lips.

She pushed herself up on her toes, prolonging the touch.

He took the not-so-subtle hint, wrapping his arms around her waist to pull her in for a deeper kiss.

She shivered, pressing against him as their tongues mated. He felt so...

He groaned quietly as she pressed her tummy into his hardened member. Damn... He turned their positions, so that her back was facing the bed, his facing the door.

She felt him lower her until her skin met the sheets, then pulled him down with her.

He slid a knee between hers, breaking the kiss to look down at her from his position above her.

She swallowed, running a hand down his chest. "Did we lock the door?"

Forrest shivered, "I'm not sure..." He dropped his head for another quick kiss before standing and moving towards the door.

Misty shifted on the bed, watching him walk. He was so... so... fuckable. Misty blushed at the term, but it was accurate.

He locked the door and turned back to her, "Hope Mel doesn't have to pee."

She laughed softly, stretching. "She can go find a bush..."

His eyes followed the arch of her back, and he nodded, moving back to the bed, "Or a fire hydrant..."

"Mm." She licked her lips. "Coming yet?"

"Not yet... that's later." He smiled suggestively, stopping in front of her.

She blushed slightly. "Is it? How much later?"

"I'm not sure." He leaned down, kissing the corner of her mouth, "For you, soon... several times, if I'm as good as I've been told."

Her mouth fell open, lips parted in shock. "You're joking?"

"No." He smiled slightly at her expression, tugging teasingly at her lower lip with his teeth.

She whimpered, grabbing at him.

He let her pull him onto the bed, his legs straddling hers to keep himself balanced.

She felt him brush against her stomach, hard and hot. She nipped at him, running her hands over his body.

He shivered, the hand that wasn't holding him up sliding down her side. He shifted, slipping a knee between hers again and nudging her thighs apart.

She parted her legs for him, meeting his dark gaze.

He settled between her thighs, nearly groaning as he pressed against her entrance. "Princess...?"

"Mm?" She licked her lips. Breathing. Good. Important... but why, when he felt so good?

"Are you ready?" He swallowed, kissing her neck to keep himself occupied, trying not to just push into her.

"Can't you tell?"

"Mm... just making sure." He pushed into her tight channel, the groan he's suppressed earlier ripping from his throat.

She cried out, grabbing at his shoulders. "For....Forrest..."

He held still, feeling her clench instinctively around him, "Yes...?" He swallowed, pressing his face into her neck. Holy hell... She felt so... Mm...

"I... holy cow..." She shifted slightly, kissing at his neck that he'd exposed to her.

He shivered, pulling almost completely out of her before starting the first of several long, slow thrusts. "I... agree..."

She whimpered, moving with him.

He lifted his head, looking down at her as he thrust.

She moved her hand, sliding it down his chest. "Where.... where should I touch you?"

He shivered, "Anywhere you want..." His own hand came to rest at her breast, fingers stroking her nipple into a hard peak.

She licked her lips, nipping his jaw before mirroring him, her hand finding his nipple.

His fingers pinched gently at her tight nub, and he couldn't help but to thrust a little harder into her.

She cried out, arching her back, nails digging slightly into his chest.

He moaned, moving his hand down her stomach. Her nails weren't breaking his skin, but the pain was enough to accentuate the pleasure of their situation.

Misty leaned up, nipping his lower lip. "Forrest... mm..."

Forrest swallowed, his hand pausing at where they were joined, "Mm?"

"I... I'm not sure... how much longer... I can be... be quiet..."

"Then don't... be... quiet..." His fingers found her clitoris, and he thrust into her again.

She nearly shrieked, her eyes closing. "But... but Mel..."

He stroked the nub slowly, "The only... way I can think... of keeping you quiet..." He swallowed, fingers pausing on the sensitive nub they were teasing, "Is a gag."

She swallowed, shifting her hips. "I..."

"You...?" His fingers tweaked her clitoris, drawing more than a surprised gasp from her.

"I... I don't know.... You... you pick..." She squeezed herself around him, enjoying the feeling as a moan tore itself from her.

He moaned with her, "Another... solution..." He licked his lips, pressing on her clitoris.

She cried out, tightening around him. "I... what?"

His mouth covered hers in answer, his thrusts maintaining a steady speed, though he longed to bring his own climax as well as hers.

Her hand fund his nipple again, teasing, tugging at the nub gently with her fingers.

He parted her lips with his, muffling a moan in her mouth. He scraped a nail teasingly over her clitoris, his hips tilting slightly as he moved.

Misty did shriek then, pressing up harder against him, insistent.

Forrest moved his hand back up to her breasts, grinding his hips into hers.

Her hands slid down and around, cupping his bum and feeling it flex beneath her hands as she sucked on his tongue.

He moaned again, brushing against her clitoris now as he thrust.

Her hips jerked, her body approaching the moment she would orgasm, and a scream began to well within her.

He broke the kiss to let her breathe, trailing his lips down her jaw. He thrust again, harder this time. She was close... something in him knew, and he trusted the instinct.

She turned her head, catching his mouth as the scream broke free, wave after wave of pleasure clenching her body and arching her back. Her nails scratched at him lightly before she let go of him, scratching herself instead.

He continued his pace throughout her orgasm, though it slowed slightly as her hands released him. He broke the kiss again as her scream died, and he brushed his lips tenderly over hers.

She panted, blinking at him as he moved.

He kissed the corner of her mouth, pausing his movements for a moment. "That's one..."

Misty blinked again. "Cocky..."

"Mm... I know." He smiled slightly.

She tightened herself around him, determined to bring him. She nipped at his throat, sucking.

A surprised sound escaped him, and he started his thrusts again.

She shifted her hips, bringing him deeper as she wrapped her legs around his lean waist.

His eyes shut, and he buried his face in her neck as they found their rhythm again. He began to brush her clitoris as his thrusts hit deeper, and he nipped and kissed gently at her neck.

She cried out, pressing into him again. Damn... Forrest was... uhn...

He couldn't help the small smile that stole across his features. He'd bring her again... from the way she'd reacted earlier, one would've thought she'd only ever come once during sex.

It wasn't long before she tightened again, shaking her head. "Forrest.... please... with me..."

His own climax was close, and he could do little more than nod as he thrust.

She ran her hands over him, sucking a his throat as they moved. He felt so good... so right...

"Princess..." He swallowed, opening his eyes. He brushed his clitoris as he thrust, and his hand caressed her breast gently.

She cried out, letting him go before she thought she might hurt him.

He hardly had time to miss her hands as he thrust harder, brushing a spot deep inside her.

She screamed, coming hard around him.

He pushed deep, throwing all restraints to the wind as he came with her, a cry of completion slipping from his throat.

She felt him fill her, panting against the bed as muffled laughter was heard from her sister's room.

Forrest swallowed, listening as Melissa's music seemed to grow pointedly louder. "Oh hell..." He breathed, still recovering from their combined orgasms.

Misty blushed, feeling something warm trickle down her arm.

He lifted his head again, meeting her gaze as the metallic scent of blood caught his attention. "Princess?"

"Mm?" He wanted her to think after that? Fat chance in hell...

His dark eyes finally landed on the dark streak trailing down her arm. He lost himself in the contrasting colors for a moment before looking back at her, "You're bleeding."

" 'm not..."

"You are..." He smiled slightly at her slurred voice, and lowered his mouth to the drop traveling down her arm.

She shivered. "Oh... oops..."

He licked her arm clean with slow, deliberate movements, following the line of blood to the scratch on her shoulder.

"Forrest..." She squeezed her eyes shut. Damn it... she shouldn't be able to have these thoughts...

"Mm?" He licked the scratch until it stopped bleeding, raising his head to look at her.

She shifted, swallowing.

He quirked a brow at her lack of verbal response, though he felt her movement through their joined bodies.

"That... feels good..." She blinked at him, biting her lip.

He smiled slightly, kissing the corner of her mouth, "Mm... Why d'you think that?"

"Because it did? Does? Whatever?"

He moved his mouth back to the scratch, pressing a kiss to it, "I'm glad you think so."

"Mm." She smoothed his hair.

He nuzzled the spot next to the scratch, "Mm?"

"Forrest... I can't think.... let alone talk..."

"Sorry..." He smiled, and pulled out of her reluctantly.

She sighed. "No..."

"No...?" He blinked, rolling to lay next to her.

"Not sorry..." She bit her lip.

"Mm... no. Not really." He smiled again, kissing her shoulder.

"Tired..."

He traced a design idly on her hip, "You should sleep."

She shivered, rolling her head to look at him. "Perhaps."

He quirked a slow brow, smiling lazily at her, "Perhaps?"

"Maybe... I'm not tired tired... just... tired." She licked her lips, tracing his dark brow with a finger.

He shivered, "And why's that?"

"Mm? That what?"

"Why you aren't 'tired' tired." He moved his hand down her leg.

Her breathing hitched. "Could be because of the sexy someone currently teasing me..."

"Mm... would that be me, then?" A lazy smirk this time, his fingers continuing there seemingly idle movements.

"Maybe." She bit her lip. Holy Hera.

His hand slid back up to her hip, "As far as I'm concerned, there's only one 'sexy someone' in this room, and it's not me."

She shivered. "You must mean the card board cut out of Aragorn in my closet then..."

"Actually... no." He brushed his lips over hers. "I meant you."

She licked her lips. "Not really. Forrest..."

"Yes really."

"I'm serious." She scowled slightly. "Look at you... so..." She swallowed.

He shook his head, "Scrawny?"

She smacked his hip. "No! Lean and lithe and... and..."

He felt a jolt of arousal shock through him. Oh... she'd hit him... and it wasn't even on his bum... "And not all that you're making me out to be."

Misty sighed. "Forrest, you're beautiful... why can't you see it?"

"Because I'm not." Forrest shrugged.

"Are too."

"Not."

"Are too, and don't argue. I'm lucky to have such a lovely boyfriend... pillow... vampire... lust bunny inspirer... thing."

He shook his head, brushing his lips over hers, "I'm not going to win this, am I?"

"Nope."

Sighing, he slid his hand to rest against the small of her back, "Fine..."

"Mm. You are." Her lips quirked slightly.

"Am not." He let his fingers tease at her back.

She shivered. "Are too."

"Am not." He pulled her closer to him, brushing a kiss over her lips.

She bit her lip. "Forrest..."

"Mm?"

She slithered free of his embrace. "Lay down..."

"Okay..." He blinked, rolling onto his back.

She bit her lip, kissing his temple.

He forced his hands to lay flat against the blankets, letting her take control.

Misty kissed down to his jaw, letting her hands massage his shoulders.

Forrest tilted his head slightly, giving her more access to his skin. Hm...

She nipped and sucked at his throat, wanting to hear him moan.

He shifted on the bed, a moan welling in his throat.

Her lips quirked, and she licked along his collarbone.

He shivered, "Misty..." He licked his lips, feeling the moisture cool on his skin.

"Mm?"

"This isn't fair..."

"What do you mean?" She sucked a bit of his flesh into her mouth.

"I mean... mm..." He shook his head slightly.

She shifted, straddling his thigh. "Tell me?"

He swallowed, "It's not fair to you." There. He'd managed to get the words out, despite his growing arousal.

"Nope... Pay back... I owe you... what? Two now?" She laved at his nipple.

He moaned softly, "You don't... owe me..."

"Do too... besides... you're lovely..."

"Am not..."

She nipped at him. "Hush."

He tried hard to muffle another moan, the sound escaping him as he shifted again. Damn...

"Moaning is good though." She smiled.

His hands rose slightly of there own accord, and he let his eyes shut. She was a wicked, wicked woman... and he loved it.

She kissed down his abdomen, licking her lips. Hm. She hadn't done this before... always wanted to though.

His muscles tightened under her mouth, "Misty..." Damn. He'd spoken.

She stilled for a moment. "Forrest? Can... can I try something?"

He blinked open his eyes, "As long as it doesn't involve a cross, holy water, or wooden stakes."

"Just... just my mouth... hands... and you?"

He swallowed, nodding. That sounded promising.

"You'll have to tell me..." She licked her lips, kissing his navel.

"Thought I wasn't supposed to speak..."

"Forrest." She sat back, biting her lip. "I... don't know what to do..."

"Do anything." He looked down at her, brow furrowing slightly.

Misty swallowed, leaning forward and pressing her lips to his hip.

Forrest shivered, fighting to keep himself still. She was so close to where he ached for her touch...

She slid her and up his thigh, feeling herself shake slightly as she took his member into her hand.

He moaned quietly, the sound encouraging her to do more.

She looked at his hardness, swallowing. Licking her lips, she leaned down, brushing her mouth over him.

Another moan tore from him, this one slightly louder in pitch. Hell... he'd hoped for something like this, and now her obvious inexperience with it was turning him on to no end.

She blinked, pulling the tip of him into her mouth, struggling not to scrap her teeth over him. He was... huge. Or her mouth was small...

"Princess..." His hands curled around the blankets, gripping them tightly.

She pulled back, biting her lip. "Sorry."

"Don't be... sorry." He swallowed, trying to regain control over his vocal cords. "Felt incredible..."

"Oh." She licked her lips, leaning down again.

He tried in vain to stay silent as her mouth descended on him once more, and his hands tightened their grip.

Misty sucked slightly. Honestly... he didn't taste great or anything, though that could have something to do with what was covering his member at the moment. Tasting herself and him.

Forrest's eyes shut, and his hips raised off the bed slightly. Damn... She... mm...

She slid her hands over his thighs again, exploring.

He swallowed, "Misty... this... can't let this just be me..." He shifted his hips, suppressing a moan.

She pulled back slowly. "Mm?"

He licked his lips, clearing his throat, "I can't let this just be me... I want you to enjoy it too..."

She blinked, licking her lips. "But... I was..."

He shook his head slightly, "I know... but I don't think it's fair."

"I... what then? Was I doing it wrong?"

He shook his head again, "No. You were doing it more than right."

She pushed her hair back. "Are you sure?"

"Very."

"Alright..."

"Mm... how do you want to do this?"

"Up to you... I sort of picked before..."

His brow furrowed as he thought, "One of the only other things I can think of to make it fair for both of us, besides sex again, is a sixty-nine."

Misty blinked, feeling her face heat. "How... how do you do that? Isn't that when..."

He watched her face flush as she described the position, "Yeah... that's the one."

"Oh. So you'd be..."

"Yes."

She blushed further.

"We don't have to..." He frowned slightly. Damn... he was making her uncomfortable.

"Nobody has..." She shrugged.

"Has?" His brow furrowed. Was she seriously that deprived?

"Done that before. Nothing more than... a hand. And then not..." She bit her lip. "Sorry. I'm being stupid."

"Not stupid..." He shook his head, "Do you want to? It's a lot different from a hand..."

“If that's what you want."

He shrugged, "I won't force you into anything that you're doubtful about. If you don't want to, we won't."

She sighed. "It's not that I don't want to... I just..."

"You just what?" He frowned again. Arg. She was confusing...

Misty swallowed, moving away from him. "Never... never mind."

Forrest sighed, sitting up and reaching out to touch her arm, "Princess... what?" He schooled his voice away from the irritation that had begun to steal into it.

She looked down, pushing her hair back in a frustrated motion. "I haven't done most of this stuff! I don't... I don't know how it feels... if I'll like it or not or how to react. No matter how much I want to try because I think I'll react wrong and... and..." You'll go away.

He shook his head, moving to thread his fingers through her hair, tilting her head back up, "You don't need to worry about it, Princess." His brow furrowed slightly as he thought, "If you're worried about it, I could show you what it feels like first, and if you don't want to continue after that, we won't."

"I..." She licked her lips. "If you want?" Did he have to frown? She bit her lip. It made her feel so small...

He watched her, his face concerned, "Princess, are you okay?"

"Yeah. You're just... frowning." She wrapped her arms around her middle.

His expression immediately cleared, "I'm sorry... it... that happens when I think." He sighed, letting his hand fall to her shoulder. Dammit. This wasn't working out...

She bit her lip. "No... I just..." She shook her head, taking a deep breath before she leaned over, brushing her lips over his jaw. "Sorry."

"You shouldn't be." He met her gaze, his hand sliding down her back. She was nearly a virgin... but not.

"Let's try... alright?"

"Alright. Do you want a test first?"

"Um. Please. I... don't want to get all startled and hurt you or-"

He chuckled softly, kissing the corner of her mouth, "Don't worry about it, Princess."

"Um... I'm just going to point out the obvious. Your... mess... is..." Where you're thinking of putting your mouth.

"I know." His lips quirked, and he struggled to hide his obvious amusement.

"You don't mind...?" She bit her lip, blushing again.

"No." He smiled, kissing a line down her throat.

She shivered. "Ah."

He continued his line down between her breasts, slowly moving to get an easier vantage point as his mouth moved down her abdomen.

Misty bit her lip, slowly laying back against the pillow. Oh... boy.

Forrest's mouth paused at the crease of her folds, and he nudged her thighs gently apart before tracing her folds with his tongue.

She whimpered, grabbing at the blankets. God...

He parted her folds with his tongue, taking her whimper as an encouragement.

She cried out, and her back arched. Holy... fudge cakes on sale.

His tongue flicked over her clitoris, before he set to stroking it rhythmically.

Misty whimpered, squeezing her eyes tightly shut. "G...God..."

He scraped his teeth gently over the sensitive nub, his hands resting on her thighs.

"For... Forrest..." She bit her lip, feeling her body tighten.

"Mm?" He moved his mouth down, licking at their combined juices. It wasn't a particularly savory mix, but the taste didn't bother him.

She shivered. "I... that's..."

His tongue dipped skillfully into her entrance, only to retreat teasingly.

She swallowed. "No.... not fair. 'Member?"

"Mmhm." He pulled back reluctantly, licking his lips. "D'you want me to stop?"

Misty bit her lip again. "I... that... it feels..."

Forrest quirked a brow, raising a hand to wipe off his face, "It feels?"

"Amazing?"

"Mm... should I continue?"

"I... it's not fair." Please God, don't let him stop.

"So?" He shrugged, "I can get rid of mine fairly quickly." Besides... he liked touching her.

"Forrest..." She licked her lips. "I'll... help you..."

"Alright. Can I continue, then?" Damn. Did that sound hopeful?

She blinked at him. He... really seemed to want to... "I... alright."

He shot her a smile before lowering his mouth back between her thighs. He moved immediately for her clitoris, pulling the swollen nub into his mouth.

She stilled, gripping the blankets again. "Ah..."

He sucked at it, caressing her nub with his tongue. His hand moved, teasing her entrance with light touches.

She moaned, pressing against him. "For...Forrest..."

He made an enquiring noise around her clitoris, sucking at it again as a finger slid into her.

Misty whimpered, shaking her head. He... magic. He had to be using magic on her... nothing felt this good...

Forrest's finger moved in small thrusts, his mouth working at her nub. He made a content noise in his throat, the sound vibrating around the bundle of nerves in his mouth.

She raised a hand to her breast, not really realizing it as her hips rocked.

He added another finger into her tightness, his teeth scraping carefully over her clitoris. He had to be careful not to cut her on his fangs... somehow he got the feeling it would be more than uncomfortable for her.

She cried out, her hands gripping. Owwie. She blinked down her body, seeing her hand on her breast and blushing. That'd be a bruise... He scrapped his teeth over her again and her hips bucked.

He held her hips down with one hand, prepared to let go on the event of her orgasm. His fingers crooked inside her as he scraped his teeth over her for the third time.

She whimpered again, swallowing. "Fo...Forrest... please... I... close..."

He sucked at her clitoris, determined to bring her. He pulled his fingers out of her, letting go of the nub to lave at her entrance.

She cried out, coming into his mouth.

He let her hips go, concentrating on catching the flow seeping freely from her.

Slowly her body stopped its contractions, and she whimpered quietly against the pillow.

He pulled back from her, licking his lips. He wiped off the rest of his face, smiling at her. Mm... Much better.

Misty licked her lips, blinking at him. "I... thanks..."

"You're welcome." Forrest kissed her hip, hiding a smirk. He loved doing that, and she'd needed to experience it.

"I... can't... it felt..."

He quirked a brow in what he hoped was an encouraging way.

"Does it feel that good when I do it to you?" She swallowed.

"Better." He rested his cheek on her thigh comfortably.

She blinked. "How can it feel better?"

He shrugged, "No idea... haven't felt what you have."

Misty sat up, wincing as her arm brushed against her breast.

Forrest moved, eyes immediately worried, "Princess? What happened?"

"Mm. Nothing."

"You winced, though..." His brow knitted in concern.

She sighed, looking down at her chest.

His eyes followed hers, and it took him a moment to notice the redness around her nipples. "Princess..." His voice was teasing, though you could tell he was serious about his next words. "What have I told you about hurting yourself?" Well... nothing, but it was the thought that counted. As an after thought, he added, "In bed."

She blushed, covering her face with her hands.

He shook his head, pulling her hands away gently. "Now... I'd kiss you as an apology, but I doubt you want to taste what I've been doing..." His lips quirked slightly, "In bed."

"Forrest..." She licked her lips. "What was I doing before you... did that?"

"Mm... good point." He was near smiling now. "In bed."

She blinked. "Um. Forrest? What's with the... 'In Bed' bit?"

He chuckled, "I spent too much time with your sister." He refused to add the last two words to the sentence.

"Thank you for not adding, "In bed" to that. I'd have had to hurt you."

"Pain's not that bad..." He smirked, "In bed."

She rolled her eyes. "This is what I get for dating a six-year-old..."

"Mm... but I'm a very mature six year old... most of the time."

"Except... in bed." She smirked.

"Yeah... and you're just so mature." He tried not to laugh, "In bed."

"Of course I am!"

"In bed?"

She shifted, nipping his lip. "Mm."

He shivered, his arms sliding around her waist, "You should probably sleep..."

"Not yet." She slid her hand down his chest.

His muscles tightened, "Oh?"

"We made an... oral agreement... remember?"

He chuckled, "Ah yes... I believe I do."

"Can you lay down? And please tell me what to do?"

He lay back against the pillows, letting his arms fall to the side, "I doubt I'll need to tell you what to do."

She tilted her head at him. "Why?"

"No idea. Gut instinct?" He shrugged.

"Ah." She leaned down, brushing her lips over his.

He moved, pressing his lips up against hers before letting her pull away.

Misty swallowed, shifting so her head was hovering above his hardness. She took a moment, merely studying him before she took him in her hand, her other hand sliding to cup his sacs. “Hmm…”

Forrest wet his lips, a sound suspiciously like a whimper rising in his throat. He forced his hips to stay still, though he longed to create friction between their skin. "Hmm...?"

She caressed the soft weight in her hand, biting her lip as she felt each testicle. "I... nothing..."

He squeezed his eyes shut, unable to keep his hips from pressing up slightly. He was right... he didn't need to tell her what to do.

She licked her lips, leaning down to kiss his hip, then his thigh, then down and around his sacs before curiously pulling them into her mouth.

He moaned, the sound low and aroused. "Princess..." Holy hell...

She laved at them, sucking softly as her hand stroked.

He shifted his hips, swallowing back another moan.

She pulled back slowly, licking up his hard shaft.

His eyes opened, and the moan escaped him as his hands clenched tightly.

She slid a hand up his chest, sucking him into her mouth. God, She hoped she was doing it right.

He groaned, his hips raising slightly of the bed. "Misty... uhn..."

She blinked her eyes shut, concentrating on doing her best to pleasure him.

It didn't take long for him to near his peak, and Forrest swallowed hard. "Princess... I'm..."

She laved at his tip, swallowing. Did she want him to... in her mouth?

His hips rocked a bit. Damn... he was close. He could feel his release boiling at his base.

Misty sucked at him a bit harder than before, her hand sliding to cup his testicles again, feeling them draw up tight, near to his body.

"Prin..." His eyes shut again, and he held himself back. Dammit. He didn't know whether to pull out or not...

She solved it, pulling back as her hand moved, stroking him as she licked her lips.

His back arched as he let himself go, a satisfied groan leaving him.

Misty bit her lip, unsure whether to continue stroking him or whether she should stop. In the end, she kept it up.

Forrest collapsed back onto the bed, swallowing. He licked his lips, looking down at Misty. "C'mere Princess..." His voice had a distinct husky quality to it, and he couldn't summon the energy to clear his throat.

She pulled her hands back, facing him slowly. "Yeah?" Had she messed up? Oh boy...

He gestured for her to lay down next to him, and he wrapped his arms around her as she did so, "Thank you."

"Thank you?" She blinked.

"Mmhm." He rested his forehead against hers.

She swallowed. "So... so I did it okay?"

"Better than okay."

"You're not just saying that?" Misty bit her lip.

"Would I do that?" Forrest quirked a brow, clearing his throat.

"I... don't think so."

"I wouldn't." He kissed the corner of her mouth, reaching down to pull the covers over them.

She snuggled against him. "Pillow..."

"Mm... I haven't been upgraded to blanket yet?" He smiled slightly, kissing her temple.

"You were... but..." She yawned, stretching. "But now you're a pillow..."

"Ah..." He chuckled softly, moving a hand to play with her hair. "I see."

"Mm." She licked her lips. "Wore me out..."

He smiled softly, "Oh?"

"Mmhm..." She snuggled into him again. "Thank you."

"Mm... anytime." He let his eyes shut, content for the moment to just be still.

"Forrest?"

"Yeah?"

"Night..."

"Night, Princess."
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