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Rose	By : gothicdivine Category: Anita Blake > General Views: 1783 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction based on the Anita Blake series. All but one of these characters belong to Laurell K Hamilton and I make no money or profit from this work.

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My belongings fitted into one small travel bag that I stole from the maids storeroom. The silk dress, still damp from the rain, lay on my empty bed in the servant quarters. I wore drab grey skirts and a black shawl, hoping to blend in with the world outside. I did not know where I was going, nor did I care. I loved Belle. I would always love Belle. But to see her everyday and never feel my love returned… That would slowly send me to my grave. So I was leaving. I thought escaping the Château would prove difficult, but I slipped through the main doors with ease, not meeting anybody on my travels. I wandered the country lanes as the rain grew heavier. Eventually, I began to feel like my bones themselves were shivering from the cold and noon found me in the marketplace. I wrinkled my nose at the mingled smell of rotting meat, sweat, excrement and vile filth. People jostled in every direction and I was pushed and shoved to an inch of my life. I dropped my bag numerous times and was carrying half of Paris’ filth before I left the market. I managed to find a doorway of an abandoned building that wasn’t occupied by a beggar or drunk and sat with my belongings. Tears stung my eyes and I rested by head on the wood at my back. I vaguely remember thinking that I hadn’t yet slept when I woke to a setting sun. I sat up abruptly, thinking only of Belle. What if she found me? She would punish me! I hastily reached for my bag and found nothing but air. I looked around sharply and stood to find it missing. Someone had taken everything I had. The tears that had threatened me earlier seeped from my eyes and I dropped to my knees, wailing at my own misfortune. I managed to make it to my feet and stumble along the wet cobbles. I needed to get out of Paris. My stumble turned to a run and I flew along the street, skirts grasped in my shaking hands. The wind stole my shawl and I barely noticed it go. I ran and ran until my legs ached and my breathing came in short bursts. Passers-by watched me as if I was insane and gave me a wide berth. Night came, and with it my horror. Belle would find me. I was already dead. Crying and alone, I stopped running and once more dropped to my knees beneath a flaring gas lamp. The street was empty, the air chilling my skin. I fell forwards, holding myself up on my hands, and felt my heart break into tiny pieces. Something in the air changed and I looked up. Through my matted hair I saw a man in the distance. He stood immobile, looking in my direction. There was something familiar about him. I stood, slowly brushing the hair from my eyes. I meekly took three steps forward and felt terror as I recognised him. Asher. I spun on my heel and ran, faster than I had ever run in my life, only for strong hands to grasp my upper arms. I struggled with him so much, he had to lower me to the floor. He spoke rapid French and I could barely understand a word. A ragged scream flew from my mouth and his hand touched my lips gently.
“Cheri, s'il vous plaît, please!”
I quietened and looked into his eyes. I managed to speak.
“Please let me go. She‘ll kill me”
He looked down at me with pity clear in his eyes. I’d never seen emotion so evident on his face before. It made me think twice about him. His hand gently stroked my hair and he whispered soft words in French before changing to the only language we shared.
“Cheri, she is sorry. She regrets what she said and has realised she mislead you. She begs you for a second chance…”
I mumbled the first thing that came to mind so quietly he had to lean forward and ask, “pardonner?”
I tried again.
“They… they took my bag.”
He stared down at me for a moment, clearly unsure of what to say before adopting a sympathetic smile.
“My dear, it will be alright. Belle will provide you with what you need. Now, come. You‘re trembling….”
With that, he stood smoothly with me in his arms like a child. He smiled down at me one more time before I felt exhaustion steal my conscious from me.

I woke naked between silk sheets in an unfamiliar room. The curtains of a large window were thrown open and the moonlight illuminated Asher as he stared into the sky. His back was to me and he spoke without turning around.
“You are awake.”
I propped myself up on my elbows, holding the sheet to my breasts with one hand.
“Yes.”
He turned then and I felt myself blush at my nakedness. He held out a hand to me.
“Please,” he smiled warmly, “do not be ashamed around me, cheri.”
He rested one knee on the bed, hesitated, then sat beside me, placing one hand on my stomach. His fingers trailed patterns on my skin through the sheets while his eyes held a bored look. In one swift movement, he lay beside me, one arm thrown behind my head. He whispered intimately.
“Rest…”
I lay my head back down on his arm and tried to rid my body of the tension that filled it. His fingers still played on my skin and his eyes stayed on my face. I tried to meet his gaze but ashamed and nervous, I could not. Instead I stared at the high ceiling. Asher broke the silence.
“So where exactly were you planning to go, cheri?”
I looked at him and found sympathy in his eyes. I did not allow myself to look away as I answered him.
“I don’t know… I was scared…”
“Yes you were”, he interrupted, “I could taste your fear…”
He whispered the last into my hair, nuzzling my shoulder through it. I could not help but lean into his touch, allowing myself to place a hand over his on my stomach. If he could touch my, why could I not touch him? He sighed and I dared myself to think it was my touch that caused it. The skin on his hand was soft and warm as if the body it belonged to had not died years ago. I let go of the sheet with my other hand and placed it on his flowing golden hair. He moved up to lean over me, releasing my hand and placing his own on the side of my face. His eyes from this close distance were breathtaking. Even in the darkened room, they shone with an indescribable brightness. My heart was thudding against my chest and I’m sure he felt it against his. He moved closer and his soft lips brushed mine. His tongue slipped into my mouth to play against my own. Thinking back to Belle’s kiss last night, and the control I lost, I reared upwards and let my mouth take his in a mindless blaze. He was still for a moment, I imagine from shock. I used both hands and grabbed his shirt, pulling his own body on top of mine. I think he tried to speak, but my mind was full of one need only. It was when he pulled away with his hands on each side of my face that I blinked and looked at him questionably. His face was a mask of shock, his eyes wide.
“Qu'est-ce qui vous a changés?… What…”
I blinked again.
“I don’t understand…”
It was now his turn to blink. His beautiful eyes watched mine through a curtain of his hair.
“You… I did not expect this from you…”
I felt myself smile as I realised this man wanted me and I, a mere servant girl, had shocked him.
“Oh, mi querido, why expect things from a girl you do not even know?”
With that I pulled him forwards and took him again. I barely felt the sheet as it was ripped from between us but was fully aware as he took my breast into his mouth. I writhed beneath him as he licked and sucked on my flesh. His hands played at my bare hips and I moaned as he began to kiss lower and lower until his mouth met the most intimate part of my body. He lifted my hips as if I weighed nothing and kissed me there as he had kissed my lips. He used his tongue and hands to make me cry out in passion and a feeling I had never felt before spread from his mouth, all the way through my body. I gripped his hair and moaned until the feeling quietened. I lay panting as he hastily removed his shirt. Suddenly faced with his bare chest, I ran my hands up the smooth skin. He lay across me, nibbling my neck and the feel of his skin against my breasts made me cry out again. His hands fumbled between our bodies as he pulled off his breeches. He sat up on his knees between my legs and I stared, hypnotised, at his nude form. His creamy pale skin was almost as bright as the moon itself and the length of him stood erect from my touch. This was the first time I had fully seen a man and it must have shown in my face, for he leant down and whispered in my ear.
“You have done this before, cheri?”
Suddenly embarrassed again, I shook my head. He stared at me for a second, then smiled. His lips brushed my cheek as he guided my hand down to take him in my grasp. He was smooth, like velvet, and I let my hand explore that part of a man I had never seen nor touched before. I ran my hand up and down his length while he moaned into my shoulder. He took my hands away and entwined his fingers with mine. He placed my hands on the pillow, one either side of my head while he positioned himself to enter me. He stilled.
“This may hurt…”
I silenced him with a kiss.
“Do it, mi querido, do it for I am yours”.
With that, he slid inside of me. I bit my lip at the pain and swallowed the familiar taste of blood as Asher thrust into me. He licked my mouth, taking the blood from my lip. He kissed me, slipping his tongue into my mouth. We explored each other as the pain faded and my hips began to rise to match his movements. I gripped his buttocks, willing him to go deeper and faster. He obeyed me, propping himself up on both arms which allowed me to stare down the length of our bodies. I watched as he slid in and out of me and the wave of passion caught me off guard. I threw my head back and screamed as my back arched. His movements turned manic as he too cried out. We held each other as our dance began to end. His movements slowed until his body collapsed on top of mine. I breathed heavily, stroking his soft hair. He turned his head to whisper into my hair.
“Cheri…”
I smiled at the term of endearment and closed my eyes to sleep, for the first time in the arms of a man.
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