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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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Michele sniffed as she half-heartedly flipped her grilled cheese sandwich. This... sucked. Big time. Alex had... not called. Or... whatever. In general, this sucked majorly through a straw. Arg. She shut off the stove, putting the pan and the sandwich on the back burner. She didn't feel up to eating.

She'd... been herself... sort of. Been less shy... and he'd... She jumped as someone knocked on the door. Hm. Maybe Jason had to use the bathroom...

Gia leaned in a leisurely posture against the door jam, her hands shoved in her pockets. Her hair was cut short, hardly brushing her chin. It was the same color of Alex's, but her eyes were different, several shades darker than her brothers. She grinned as Michele opened the door, "So, you're Michele?"

Michele blinked. "Excuse me?"

Bonnie hopped off the couch, moving to stand near her owner at the sound of someone she didn't know.

Gia's grin widened, and she held out a hand to Michele, "Sorry. I'm Gia, Alex's sister. He's in quite a state, you know. I was just wondering if I could get you to talk to him again." All this was said with an easy charm that made Gia almost instantly likable.

Michele took the woman's hand slowly, her own hand chilled. "I... I think you've got it wrong. He's... not talking to me."

Gia's brow furrowed, "Well... he neglected to mention that." She sighed, shaking Michele's hand, "I'll just have to give him a strong talking to."

Biting her lip, Michele swallowed. "I...I'm sorry. I've left you standing in the hall... Please, please come in..." She stepped back, letting the other woman enter. "I... myself... I'm confused... I don't... understand this... stuff."

Gia watched Michele move about the apartment, and she nudged the door shut. The younger woman frowned, "Did he ditch you?" She scowled, "I'll kill him.”

"Ditch me?" Michele tilted her head.

"Did he leave you for some stupid reason?" Gia raised a brow, her hands settling on her hips.

"Oh. He..." Michele sighed, scratching Bonnie's ears nervously. "He... I... disciplined Bonnie... and he didn't like it... I don't know." She shrugged. "I don't understand any of it..." She closed her eyes for a moment. "I just... don't. It doesn't matter..."

Gia's lips quirked, "Well... That explains it." She grinned again, "Ally-Bob's got this thing... He's way too emotional. Gets teary eyed in movies, hates to see anyone disciplined, and he really hates yelling." The young woman shrugged, grin threatening to turn into a smile, "Can I tell you something? You can't tell Ally, but... I think you've got a right to know."

Michele nodded slowly. "I... okay." Ally-Bob? Okay...

"All he talks about is you. Whenever I talk to him, it's always 'Michele this,' or, 'Michele that.'" Gia rolled her eyes, grinning up at Michele, who was only an inch taller then her, "It's kinda annoying."

Michele blushed, ducking her head. "I don't know why he would..."

Bonnie tilted her head, sniffing at Gia before she let out a whine. She smelled like Alex! Where was the male?

Gia shrugged, "Because he's my brother. Isn't that reason enough?"

"I... guess..." Michele sighed. "I just... I didn't do anything! I was worried Bonnie had hurt him cause she nipped him and... ugh."

"'Nother tidbit about Ally." Gia sighed, leveling Michele with a dark hazel gaze. "He's as insecure as you are."

"So I shouldn't worry about him?" Michele blinked. "And he's a stripper! He... he has to be all... confident!"

"Doesn't mean he is, Michele." Gia ran a hand through her hair, "I've known him my whole life. He'd make a better girl than a guy any day. One of you will call eventually, but..." She shrugged again.

Michele flopped down on the couch, biting her lip as she picked at her skirt. "You think he'd want me to call him?"

"Honestly? Yes."

"Oh. I... it's late isn't it?" Michele searched for a clock.

"He's still at work." Gia shot Michele another of her lightly teasing grins. "Afraid you're not gettin' out of it."

"Oh." Michele bit her lip. "Well... maybe I'll... go to the club? Or not."

"Need a ride?"

"I have a car... thanks though."

"Okay, then." Gia smiled, "I'll no doubt see you the next time Ally-Bob screws up."

Michele blushed. "Maybe. It... was nice meeting you."

Gia nodded, "See you." She turned, leaving the small apartment without hesitation. Wow. Alex had found someone as insecure as he was. That was a major accomplishment for him. Shrugging, she left the apartment building and climbed into her car. Whatever. She'd pull him out of his next mess, and in the meantime... He so owed her.

Michele blinked down at her clothing. This wouldn't do. She scratched Bonnie's ears, heading into the bedroom. Maybe that black corset... thing.

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Alex blinked as Jason hit him hard in the shoulder. "What?" He snapped, not looking up from his water bottle.

"Your girl's here." The wolf answered.

Alex blinked again, immediately jerking his head up. "Where?"

"Over there." Jason nodded towards the door.

Alex turned, his eyes widening as he caught sight of Michele. "Holy shit."

Michele bit her lip in the doorway, blowing a stray lock of hair back from her face. She'd pulled her hair up, then driven here with the windows down... stupid really. Now it was all wild, bits curling about her face. Now... where was Alex? She took a deep breath, glancing around.

Alex swallowed, his eyes hardly able to take in Michele's appearance. God... The black corset-shirt she was wearing was revealing, to say the least. It made his mouth go dry even looking at her, and he was suddenly very glad that most of the audience was female. The black skirt she had on was shorter than all the others he'd seen her in. It ended several inches above her knees. He stood, leaving his water on the bar. "Be right back, Wolfie."

"Yeah... figured you would."

Michele hugged herself, stepping back when she didn't see him. Maybe... she should just go. She'd... call Alex. Tomorrow. Or... or something.

Alex reached her as she turned, his brow furrowed, the expression making him strongly resemble his sister. "Michele?"

She jumped, whirling to face him. "I... Alex!"

He caught her by the elbows, holding her steady as he noticed slightly higher shoes than she usually wore. "Hi."

"H... hi." She swallowed, shivering slightly at his touch.

"You look... wow." He shot her a smile, though it wasn't his usual grin, it was more... nervous.

Michele blushed slightly, biting her lip. "I... thanks."

"You're welcome." Alex let her elbows go, instead taking her hands, "What're you doing here? I was going to call you..." Eventually.

"I... Um." She shrugged. "You’re... I..." Michele stared at him, and couldn't seem to get the words to come out of her mouth. She sniffed, blinking. "I should go... I..."

"Michele..." He frowned in concern, his hands tightening only slightly on hers as she moved to pull away, "What's wrong? I mean... besides me being a complete idiot." He mentally kicked himself. Smooth.

"I... I shouldn't have come." She swallowed, feeling tears well in her eyes. Darn it. "I... I'm horrid at this... I messed it up b...before... and..." She bit her lip hard.

He shook his head, trying to remember how he'd comforted his sisters when they were sad. He could only remember one occasion when Annie was six, he'd held her until she'd gone to sleep. He hardly thought that any help, but he pulled Michele to him anyway, giving her what he hoped was a comforting hug. "No... shh... You didn't mess anything up, okay?" He rubbed her back, "I'm an idiot... It wasn't your fault..."

Michele shook her head, sniffing again. "I... I did. It was s...stupid-"

"No." Alex sighed, looking down at her, "Nothing about you is stupid, alright? Nothing."

She met his gaze, her face wet. "I..." She wiped at her face with the back of her hand. "Sorry."

He bit his lip, raising a hand to brush away her tears. "It's okay."

She glanced around, swallowing. "I didn't mean to interrupt you at work..."

"Is there something amiss?" Jean-Claude asked, emerging from the shadows. "Are you not pleasing your lover, Alex?"

Alex turned, glaring up at the vampire, "One, is it any of your business. Two, she's not my lover. Three, don't talk to me about pleasing lovers, Mister 'I'm such an ass my lover left me'."

Jean-Claude's eyes narrowed slightly, but he nodded curtly, moving silently away. Dieu. He had deserved that, but it still hurt.

Michele blinked at Alex. "Are you okay?"

Alex glared after the vampire, turning back to Michele. "Fine... He's just..." He shook his head.

She hugged him. "I... wait. Isn't he... Aahz's?"

He hugged her back, "He was."

She scowled before it smoothed away. "I'm sorry. She's nice."

"Yeah..." He sighed, "She quit. I can't blame her, but..." He shrugged, meeting her gaze again.

"Yeah." Michele licked her lips. "Someone should... I don't know. If he was human... I'd say put cellophane under his toilet seat but..."

"We should do that to his office door... see if he walks into it." Alex rested his forehead against hers.

The corner of her mouth kicked up slightly. "I don't know... might mess up that girly hair of his..."

He chuckled softly, "Oh, I'd pay to see that."

She shivered. "A lot of people would, I think."

"I'll take pictures. Sell them over e-bay."

Michele smiled. "Oh yes... Him with bed head."

Alex's lips quirked, "I think the only one who's seen that is... Aahz." The slight smile was immediately gone, and he sighed. Oops.

Michele hugged him again, resting her head on his shoulder. "I know you were close. We can talk if... if you want..."

He hugged her back, shaking his head slightly, "She was like a fourth sister... that was a lot older than me." He bit his lip, his arms settling around her waist.

Michele looked up at him. "A lot older?"

"I'm only twenty... She's thirty... one, I think." Alex shrugged, looking back down at her.
"Ah." Michele nodded. "She doesn't look more than... like twenty-five...."

"Yeah." He fought the urge to brush his lips over hers, unsure if she would accept that anymore.

Michele shivered, shifting closer. "This place is cold..." The corset top left her arms bare, rather like a very sexy tank top.

Alex nodded, holding her closer to him, "Fang keeps it, what he calls 'room temperature'. In other words, the temperature it is outside."

"That's... stupid..." She swallowed.

"That's Jean-Claude." He smiled slightly, looking down at her. Oh Lord. She was only an inch away...

"I wish I'd been smart enough to bring a coat... or wear a sweater or something..." She licked her lips.

Dammit! Do. Not. Go. In. The. Gutter - damn. "I can think of a way to make you warm." Shit.

Michele blinked, tilting her head. "Huh?"

Alex felt himself flush, "Never mind."

She blinked, then blushed again. "That gets me hyper, Alex. Remember?"

He smiled slightly, "How could I forget?"

She blushed deeper. "I can't believe I just said that..."

"Why not?" He found himself closing the distance between them and forced himself to stop.

"It's..." She shrugged. "Personal. And this is... public..."

He straightened himself completely, still holding her close. "Yeah... I'm not blameless either."

"I mean... it wasn't bad or anything... incredible really but..." She blushed again for what felt like the thousandth time that night... and probably was.

His lips quirked, "It wasn't that good... was it?"

She tilted her head, puzzled. "That good?"

"'Incredible'?" He fought back a smile. She was cute when she was confused...

"Oh. Of course it was!" Her face flushed, this time for a different reason.

He smiled crookedly, kissing her temple. "I'm glad." Well... that wasn't giving in... not really...

She shivered again. "Um. Me too?"

He frowned, completely oblivious to any effect he was having on her. "Are you still cold?"

She blushed. "Yes?"

"I think I've got an extra shirt somewhere..." His brow furrowed, "I can go get it, if you want."

Michele nodded. "That... that'd be nice."

"Alright. I'll be right back." Alex let her go reluctantly, moving towards the backstage entrance.

Jason stifled laughter behind his hand, following Alex from his hidden position. "Yo, Alex!"

Alex blinked, turning at the Staff entrance. "What, Wolfie? I've got to get something."

"I know, dumb ass. First, way to go with Fang, he completely deserved that."

"Right. What else?" Alex tapped his fingers impatiently on the doorknob.

"Second, your shirt’s in the dressing room. Third-" Jason grabbed Alex's elbow before he could move away. The younger stripper sighed, rolling his eyes at the wolf. "Third, she's completely hot for you, man."

Alex blinked, "Seriously?"

"Seriously."

"Okay." Alex shrugged, pulling out of Jason's grip and moving backstage.

Jason shook his head. Dumb ass. That boy needed to get laid.

Michele felt awkward just standing near the door, so she moved towards the bar, thinking about getting a soda.

Jason caught the movement out of the corner of his eye and he smirked. Hmm... Just the girl to get Alex laid. After all, they seemed to have a base of... friendship already. He moved towards the bar, plopping onto the stool next to Michele's. "Hey."

She jumped, offering him a small smile. "Hello..."

"How's it fl- going?" He fixed the slip immediately. It wouldn't do to be *too* obvious.

"Um. It's going. How's the bathroom?" Michele picked at the label on her soda.

"Fixed." Jason grinned.

"Good... no more visits at 3 a.m. I trust?" She blew a lock of hair away from her face.

He shook his head, still grinning. "Nope. How's Bonnie?"

"She's good. Misses Jesse." Michele sipped her soda, watching for Alex.

"Yeah, well..." The wolf shrugged. "I'm sure Alex already told you."

Michele patted the back of his hand. "I'm sorry."

He shot her a smile, the effect unintentionally flirty. "We'll live... Most of us."

She returned her hand to her lap, furrowing her brow slightly. "I suppose..."

Alex stopped next to Michele, hardly a sound making his presence known. He slid onto the stool on her other side. "Having a nice talk?"

"Yep." Jason grinned, "Well... I've got to go. My set's up next."

"Uh huh." Michele nodded slowly. "You have fun. Personally, as a male, I'd be afraid to take it all off. It's cold... won't things... shrink?"

"There's a spotlight on stage. You'd be surprised how hot it gets up there." Jason slipped off the stool, wondering how Michele would know things would... shrink.

Alex blinked, unknowingly sharing the same thought with Jason. "Wolfie's right. It's not that bad."

Michele blushed, covering her face with her hands.

Jason shook his head, smiling as he moved away. She was so innocent it was almost cute.

Alex handed her the shirt, "Here. You're getting goose bumps."

Michele blinked down at the soft hoodie. It must have once been blue, as it was an odd blue-ish gray now. "Thank you." She pulled it on, feeling it nearly hang off of her.

"You're welcome." His lips quirked slightly, and he reached out, shifting the sweatshirt until it hung off her normally.

She snuggled into it, smiling. "It smells like you."

He smiled, "You can keep it. I've got several."

She tilted her head. "Are you sure?"

He nodded, "Yeah. I'm sure.”

She leaned over, kissing his cheek. "Thanks."

He swallowed, reaching up to touch his cheek. "You're welcome."

Michele ducked her head, crossing her legs as she sipped her soda.

Alex watched her before looking away, a faint blush gracing his cheeks.

Michele glanced back at him, then frowned as she glimpsed Jason. "Er... Didn't want to see that."

He smiled slightly, listening to the crowd scream, "Sounds like they do, though."

"Yay for them. I didn't come to see my neighbor. Who's evil. And wakes me up at 3 a.m. to use my bathroom, then makes fun of my pajamas."

"He made fun of your pajamas?" Alex blinked, trying hard not to imagine her in... less than pajamas.

"Yes." Michele pouted slightly.

He smiled slightly, slipping off his stool to hug her from behind. "I'm sorry. Should I beat him up for you?" Please say no... He'd gotten into a joking fistfight with Jason once... He'd had to skip out on work for a week. Bruises weren't highly looked upon. Or... scratches. Or... Yeah.

She let herself lean into Alex. "Nah. He's got the stupid super-strength thing. I like you when you're not funny colors like black and blue..."

He chuckled softly, kissing her temple again, "I like me better that way too."

Goose bumps raced down her spine and she shivered. "Um."

"Um?" Wait... what had Jason said. 'She's hot for you...' He brushed the thought away. From a kiss on her temple? Sure...

"Um... I should let you get back to work..." Michele bit her lip.

"I've got twenty minutes left to my break."

"Oh." She looked up at him, worrying her lower lip between her teeth.

He met her gaze, before his eyes flicked immediately to her lips. What else does she like to do with her mouth? He jerked his eyes back up to hers. Bad. Don't think that way.

"Is something wrong, Alex?" She furrowed her brow.

He shook his head, "No..." Just thinking things I shouldn't.

"Alright." She nodded, reaching for her soda.

His arms settled comfortably around her waist again, and his hands were just outside the sweater's pocket. Oh... It was tempting. "How long are you staying tonight?"

"I... don't know. Why?"

"Curious." His hands moved on their own, tucking into the pocket to rest on her inner thighs. Arg. Was she going to hit him?

She shivered, blushing. "Oh."

He let himself relax slightly, "Still cold?" He had an idea the effect he was having now... She was warm, he could feel her heat from several inches away, but... The question was more of a clarification than anything.

"I... no." Michele licked her lip, sipping her soda quickly.

Alex bit his lip, "If I'm making you uncomfortable, I can move..."

"No... It's fine. I'm just... not used to it." She glanced up at him, offering a nervous smile.

He brushed his lips over hers. Why shouldn't he? After all... his hands might as well be in her skirt. "Okay. If you want me to move, tell me."

"Alright." She licked her lip, leaning into him a bit. Shouldn't she be uncomfortable with this? She should... but she wasn't. "Alex?"

"Yeah?"

"Can we not fight again? Or whatever that was?" She furrowed her brow. "I don't like it..."

He smiled slightly, kissing the spot behind her ear. "Neither do I."

She shivered again, blushing. Well... at least she hadn't moaned.

Jason smirked again as he moved silently back to the bar. Nathaniel was just starting his break on the other side of the club. Hmm... The wolf stepped past Alex, 'accidentally' bumping him rather hard into Michele.

Alex jerked, tightening his hold on Michele to keep them both from falling. Jason gave Alex one last nudge, and Alex's hand slid up slightly, bumping into Michele's center.

When Jason reached the other were, Nathaniel was trying not to grin. "That was mean." The leopard said quietly.

Jason grinned, "I know."

Michele made a startled noise, blushing furiously. Dead. She'd kill Jason. Dead.

Alex froze, his fingers still pressed into Michele. Shit… Dammit. Move. She's going to kill you… He swallowed, moving his hands after several long seconds. "Sorry."

Michele licked her lips, looking up at him. "I... you... hands... stupid neighbor..." Lord! His hands were so warm... and... and she couldn't think straight. Stupid, really. Fully clothed and what not... and... ugh.

Alex nodded, glancing at Jason. "You sure you don't want me to beat him up?" It was tempting now, though the noise she'd made was...

"I think I might... think he'd hit a girl?" Michele took a deep breath and glared at the wolf across the room, looking remarkably terrifying for how shy and timid she could be.

Jason just smirked back at her, clearly pleased with himself.

Alex shrugged, "He might... but if he hits you I'll kill him."

"And to think... he trusted me with a key to his apartment." A slow, evil smirk crossed her face.

Alex licked his lips, his hands moving to rest on her hips. "That's got possibilities..."

"Mmhm... Alex?"

"Yeah?"

"I... never mind." Michele blushed, looking down.

He frowned slightly, "No... what?"

She shifted, leaning to whisper in his ear.

He blinked, sliding his hands back down into her pocket, "That better?"

"Yes." She leaned into him, then almost randomly asked, "Can I draw you again?"

"Of course." He rested his head against hers, feeling warm and content.

She smiled. "Thank you."

"When do you want me?" He paused, "I mean, want to draw me." Oops.

"Haven't you figured it out? I want you most of the time..." She blushed. "I mean... to draw..."

He felt himself flush, and he swallowed. Damn... "Oh... okay. When should I come by? Or..." He shrugged.

"When do you want to?" She looked up at him, nibbling her lower lip.

He shrugged again, one of his hands idly rubbing her thigh. "Whenever. I'm free except for work."

Michele shivered. "Um. Okay?" She shifted in her seat, swallowing.

Alex's brow furrowed, and his hand paused as it came dangerously close to brushing her again, "Something wrong?"

"Not really..." She bit her lip. "Your hands are just..."

"Oh. Sorry." He made to move his hands out of the pocket.
She grabbed his hands through the pocket. "No! They're... fine... just making... tingles?"

He felt a smile tug at the corner of his mouth, "Okay."

She blushed, ducking her head.

He brushed a kiss over the spot behind her ear. "Are you alright, Michele?" She was blushing a lot... more than normal.

"Just... thoughts." She shivered a bit at the feel of his lips. "Why?"

Alex smiled slightly, "Curious."

"Curiosity killed the cat..."

"Satisfaction brought it back."

Michele furrowed her brow, then smiled slightly. "What are you doing tomorrow?"

"I need to walk and feed Jesse in the morning, but after that I'm all yours." He smiled back at her.

"Well... Bonnie'll kill me if she doesn't see Jesse..." She bit her lip, unsure. "If you don't mind us joining you..."

"Why would I mind?"

She shrugged. "I don't know..."

He shook his head, glancing at the clock on the other side of the bar. "Crap. I've only got six minutes left to my break." He sighed.

"What time should I meet you in the morning?" Michele slid her hands into the pocket on the hoodie, tracing his fingers.

Alex shivered, "Ten?"

"Alright." She smiled. "Cold Alex?"

He nipped gently at her ear, "Only a little."

She whimpered, shifting again on her seat. Darn him...

He smiled, kissing her neck. "Are you going to stay for my set?"

"Um. Alright..." Goose bumps raced down her spine again, and she swallowed. "If you want..."

"You don't have to if you don't want to, but..." He shrugged, slowly pulling back from her.

"I... do... I just... I've never watched watched a stripper before. I don't know what they do other than... strip?"

He smiled slightly, "That's the basic version, yeah." He moved, brushing his lips over hers. "My set's up next... I'll be back when it's done, okay?"

Michele nodded, smiling. "Alright. I'll try not to melt..."

Alex shook his head, "You watch... I'll trip again." He smiled back at her, eyes flicking to the clock. One minute...

"Nah..." She leaned up, pressing her lips to the corner of his mouth.

He swallowed, turning his head slightly to catch her lips briefly with his.

She cupped his jaw, flicking her tongue across his lower lip. Whoa. She was... being... yeah. This was bold... too bold?

He made a quiet noise in his throat, parting his lips for her. He was going to be late... but he didn't care.

She eased her tongue into his mouth, carefully exploring.

He shivered, letting her run the kiss, his hands resting on her hips.

She made a small noise, more of a whimper than anything as she nibbled his lower lip.

He swallowed back a noise of his own, his eyes shutting slowly as he moved, pressing his lips to hers again.

Michele closed her eyes as he deepened the kiss, only to hear a French accented voice speak Alex's name.

Alex nearly whimpered, opening his eyes and breaking the kiss, though he didn't let go of her. He sighed as he caught sight of Asher. "I know... I'm late."

The vampire's lips quirked. "Oui. However, several of the customers are taking notice..."

Michele blushed, ducking her head.

Alex bit back a curse, his arms sliding around Michele in an instinctive protective gesture. "Sorry."

Asher shook his head. "Non. Now... I need to punish my wolf. What he did to you earlier was... naughty." The vampire smiled, moving away.

Michele looked at Alex. "It's... fine. You should... get on stage and stuff..."

Alex brushed his lips over hers, "Yeah... I'll be right back." He offered her a small smile before moving reluctantly away from her.

Michele watched him go backstage before taking a deep breath. Whoa.

It was three minutes later when Alex finally slipped out onto the stage with the music he'd been assigned for his set. His nerves were still on end, but he took a deep breath and let his hips find the beat. Okay... were was Michele? There... right where he'd left her. He felt only slightly uncomfortable in the tight leather pants that he'd been forced to wear, as well as the fishnet shirt and light leather jacket. Jason had spiked his hair messily, and dark sunglasses covered his eyes. Those would be the first to go...

Michele nearly shook, fisting her hands in her skirt. Lord. She wanted to draw him. Like this. Somewhat dangerous, cocky, confident... completely... not Alex... and yet still him and she was babbling in her mind. Darn it. Would he wear leather for her?

His lips quirked into a slight, suggestive smirk, his hips gyrating with the deep thrumming beat. He let the glasses slide down his nose slightly, and he raised a slow brow. The only way he'd ever been able to get on a stage was to imagine himself as someone else, and so he threw himself into his part, immersing completely in it.

Oh Lord... Alex. Sexy. Eyebrow.... Michele made a soft noise in her throat as women screamed.

He reached up, pulling the glasses from his face in a casual movement. He tucked them into the jacket's hidden inside pocket, letting his hands slide teasingly over his chest as he moved with the music.

"ALEX! THAT'S IT BABY! OH! Do that with your hips again!" A woman screamed and Michele flushed. Alex was HERS!

A smile threatened to slide across his features and he forced it back, instead giving a small shake of the head. He moved, rolling a shoulder so that the jacket slid half off, exposing the fishnet to the light.

That pose there would be lovely, but horrid for him to hold. Michele bit her lip. Lord, sometimes she wished she was a good photographer... but she wasn't. Besides… this way she got to study him longer.

He let the jacket slide off his other arm, and it dropped to the stage with a dull thunk. He ran a hand down his chest again, the fishnet catching slightly on his fingers.

It wasn't long before he was out of his shirt and Michele's foot began to tap to the rhythm of the music and Alex's hips. He had this intriguing little trail of hair down from his navel... how would she paint that? She could do a series, each with him more and more nude, more teasing...

Alex's fingers found his belt, though he let it be for a moment, allowing himself a teasing pelvic thrust that he normally wouldn't have dared to do.

Michele's lips quirked. That was... naughty.

He undid the belt with little teasing, pulling it free more slowly. He couldn't rush the set... he needed to be onstage until the song was over...

She watched him move towards the gleaming pole, biting her lip. Oh.

He wrapped a leg around the pole, his hands gripping it securely, arm muscles coming into sharp relief.

Michele swallowed, grabbing her soda and peeling at the label. Darn it... he was... so lovely...

Alex lowered himself slowly, hips still moving with the music. He scanned the crowd, his eyes lingering on Michele for a moment.

She smiled at him, letting her eyes run over his body.

He let his lips quirk slightly in return, subtly tightening his muscles as her eyes drifted. He raised himself again, his fingers locating the button on his pants.

Michele blushed again, then tilted her head, thinking of how she'd draw him now. Maybe a pastel portrait...

The button was free with a quick flick as he heard the music swell. Someone screamed, "Come on, Alex! I can peel those off you like I'd peel an orange!" He fought the urge to roll his eyes as he unzipped the pants slowly.

Michele wrinkled her nose. What was that woman on? Slow was good... like opening Christmas presents. Alex was well worth the wait and the teasing.

Alex let the pants ease down his hips before he returned both hands to the pole, rolling his hips tantalizingly.

Pole. She wanted to be the pole-no. She wanted to draw the pole and how it reflected Alex... right? Because she wasn't like the 100's of other women sitting here... she wasn't excited... nope. Liar.

Alex shifted his hips, moving down the pole again. The pants slid down further, exposing the thin line of his thong.

Michele's hand went limp and her soda fell to the floor. Thank God she'd put the top on it...

Alex moved again, his hips rolling to manipulate the pants lower.

He... he was making love to the pole! Holy... could she draw that? Somehow, Michele didn't think so.

The boots that had completed his outfit were kicked off and pushed away, the pants soon following.

The thong was nearly the same shade as his skin, though Michele couldn't tell what the material was from this far back. How on Earth could those things be comfortable?

Alex let his lips quirk into another wicked smirk, and he moved to the end of the stage to collect his tips.

Somehow, a woman reached up, grabbing Alex's member through the thin thong. "I GOT IT!" She screamed.

Alex nearly winced, reaching down to remove her hand with care. He offered the woman a smile, and patted her hand before moving away with out taking her tip. That was... he suppressed a shudder.

Michele nearly growled. That... that... bitch. Alex was hers... had she hurt him? She better not have...

Alex finished collecting his tips, and moved back to the center of the stage. The song was nearly over, and he wanted to get offstage.

Michele bent, picking up her soda as she glared at the woman before turning her gaze back to Alex. Poor Alex...

He concluded the set with the removal of his thong before the lights dimmed and he made his escape backstage.

Asher met him, frowning. "Are you alright, Mon Ami?"

Alex nodded, dressing quickly. "Just... I feel molested." He shrugged, tugging a shirt over his head.

"Oui. Jean-Claude told me to tell you to take the rest of the night off, non? It seems Buzz was not doing his job properly." Asher furrowed his brow.

"Right." Alex shoved on some shoes, having pulled on pants already. "Thanks, Asher."

"It is not a problem. I hope your night gets better." The vampire nodded, then disappeared.

Alex ran a hand through his hair, sighing. Okay. Time to go make sure Michele was... not mad at him.

Michele stared at the label from her soda, laying in the bar in shreds. How'd that happen?

Alex slid onto the stool next to her, slightly out of breath from the brisk walk towards the bar. "Hey."

"Alex!" She hugged him. "Are you alright? Did she hurt you?"

He hugged her back, shaking his head, "I'm fine... got the rest of the night off."

"Stupid bitch." Michele scowled. "Who said she could touch you? You're...mine."

Whoa. Didn't she dislike foul language? "And I'll be yours as long as you want me to be."

"Mm." She calmed a bit, keeping her arms around him. "The same."

Alex kissed the spot behind her ear. "Are you okay?"

"I was worried about you..." She shivered. "I mean, she was... rough."

He shook his head, "It could've been worse."

Michele sighed. "Sorry... I'm over reacting..."

"Don't be sorry. You've got the right to over react."

"I wasn't grabbed, though..."

"Well... not really." He blushed faintly.

"Well... You’re someone I hope will... yeah... someday. I'm pretty sure you weren't planning on being with her at some point..." Michele blushed.

Alex's nose wrinkled slightly at the prospect of being with someone who would grab a stripper by the balls. "No, I don't plan to be with her at any point." You, though...

Michele shrugged. "So..."

"So... do you want to leave?"

She chewed at her lip for a moment. "I... don't fancy seeing other men nude, no... but..." You're here...

"Fang gave me the rest of the night off for being groped." He smiled slightly.

"Oh." Michele turned, looking for the woman. Stupid witch...

Alex watched her, arms still wrapped around her waist, "Find anything interesting?"

She blushed. "I... was going to glare... but that's... stupid. And immature. And possessive. And jealous. And stuff."

He smiled slightly, "Just a bit."

"Sorry." She faced him again. "I'll... drop it."

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

She blinked. "Huh?"

"Never mind." His lips quirked, "So... do you want to go home, or... something different?"

Michele bit her lip. "Well... I don't think I'm really... appropriately dressed. I don't know why I wore this... silly outfit. It's cold and showy..."

"And it looks great on you." Alex added.

She furrowed her brow. "It makes me pale."

"So?"

"I... don't know." She looked down at his shirt.

He took one of her hands, "Come on... Let's go. Another set's starting, and..." I don't want you to see anyone naked but me...

She blinked. "And?"

"And I don't want you seeing anyone naked but me." He said quickly, looking away from her with a blush.

Michele smiled, kissing his jaw. "Then let's go."

Alex shivered, slipping off the stool and helping her to her feet. "Okay."

She nodded, grabbing her soda and purse. "Did you drive here?"

"Yeah. I'll come back to get my car later."

"So where are we going?" Michele asked as they reached the parking lot.

Alex shrugged, "Anywhere you want to go."

"Can we go to my place? I think I forgot to feed Bonnie..." Michele furrowed her brow in thought.

"Sure." Alex let her lead him to her car.

She glanced at him. "Would you like to drive?"

He shrugged, "You can if you want to. I don't care either way."

"Alright." She unlocked the car, climbing into the driver’s seat before leaning over and unlocking the passenger side. "There."

He climbed in after her, "Thanks."

"Not a problem." Michele smiled. "Sorry it's a mess in here..."

He shut the door, glancing around the car. The floor was littered with crumpled up papers, broken pencils, and the occasional eraser. There was very little food waste in the car. "It's not that bad."

"Well... this is where I spend my lunch break, so..." She shrugged.

"It could be worse. Like my car, for example." He shot her a half smile.

Her lips quirked. "I suppose." She buckled up, digging her keys from her purse.

Alex buckled up and they made the rest of the trip made in comfortable silence.

Michele parked the car, putting on the parking break. "So. We're here. Alive. Be happy."

"Should I be?" Alex raised a brow, lips quirking.

"Yeah." She blushed. "I just got my license..."

He shrugged, "I didn't notice. You're a good driver, Michele."

She smiled. "Thanks."

"You're welcome." He smiled back, unbuckling.

She turned of the car, shoved the key in her purse, and then undid her seat belt. "I like your sister, by the way."

He blinked. "Which sister?"

"Gia." Michele got out of the car. "Make sure you lock your door, please."

Alex got out of the car, locking the door, "How'd you meet Gia?"

"Oh." She blushed. "I must've forgot. She stopped by..."

He moved around the car, "When?"

"Before... before I came to the club..." Michele locked her door, slung her purse over her shoulder and shut the car. Was Alex mad?

"Oh. What'd she say?" Alex offered her a hand, mentally frowning. How did Gia find Michele? He'd... oh. The phone book. She'd gone in the phone book. Dammit.

Michele took his hand, biting her lip. "Not... that much..."

"Vonnie's not been known to be quiet..." He threaded their fingers. Gia would kill him if she heard him use that nickname... That was half the pleasure of using it.

"Vonnie? Ya'll have odd nicknames... I mean... Vonnie... Ally Bob..."

Alex's eyes widened, "Oh Hell, she didn't use that one, did she?"

Michele poked him, smiling. "It's funny."

He caught her finger, "It's obnoxious. I can't believe she told you that one."

"Obnoxious?" She furrowed her brow. "I think it's nice. I've never had a nickname."

"Really? Why not?"

"Dad wasn't into nicknames." Michele looked down. "Let's go in."

"Okay." They moved inside, and Alex frowned. What kind of nickname could he give her? Chele was an obvious one, but he'd never really liked cutting off half a name, except for Gia. Maybe... He bit back a sigh. He needed to think of something better than that.

"Hey Bonnie girl!" Michele kneeled, hugging the female vizsla that was showing the early signs of a dog pregnancy.

Alex watched her, a small smile twitching his lips as Bonnie's tail wagged happily.

Michele scratched the dog's ears, smiling. "That's my baby dog... yes... Did I forget to feed you, girl? Hm?"

Bonnie barked, trying to lick her mistress's face.

Michele laughed, dodging the kisses. "Alright. I'll feed you... Now say hi to Alex."

Alex crouched, letting Bonnie come to him. The viszla regarded him for a moment, then pounced him, licking at his face. The stripper pushed her down gently, wiping at his cheek with the back of his hand. "Thanks Bonnie..."

Michele laughed. "She missed you."

Alex chuckled softly, shutting the door behind him. "Well..." He shrugged, "I've been around." He didn't want to admit it to himself, but he'd deliberately driven by the building several times, trying to see if Michele was there.

Bonnie licked Alex again before peering behind him as if looking for Jesse.

Alex winced slightly as she whined. Damn... that made him feel bad...

"Shh... You'll see Jesse, I promise Bonnie... Just not tonight..." Michele furrowed her brow.

Alex watched Bonnie sigh, and she moved to her doggie bed in the corner. "I feel bad now..."

"I know..." Michele blew a lock of hair out of her face. "Bonnie, I'm going to feed you now..." She offered Alex a weak smile before moving into the kitchen.

Alex ran a hand through his hair, sighing softly. He listened to Michele move around in the kitchen, and he moved to the couch, sitting down. Dammit... when had he gotten so fidgety?

Michele leaned out of the kitchen. "Are you hungry?"

"Not really." He shot her a small smile, picking at his pants.

"Oh. Thirsty?" She smoothed her hands down her skirt.

"What've you got to drink?" He nearly sighed again. They'd gone from comfortable to awkward in two minutes.

"Juice... milk... soda... water..." She bit her lip, swallowing.

"Water works."

"A...alright." She looked down, disappearing back into the kitchen. Lord. Why couldn't they get this right?

Alex sighed, dropping his head into his hands. What the hell? They weren't fighting, but it was... tense...

Michele leaned against the counter, swallowing. This was... horrid. Maybe they should... no.

Alex pushed himself to his feet. Screw it... He wasn't going to sit and let the tension build, not if she was a room away.

She bit her lip. She'd get his water... and... do something. She reached up, pulling a glass down from the cupboard.

He moved into the kitchen, pausing in the doorway to watch her for a moment. She really was beautiful... in her own way.

Michele pulled a gallon of Poland Springs drinking water from the fridge before calling, "Alex? Do you want ice?"

"No thanks." The corner of his mouth twitched slightly as she jumped.

She whirled, facing him. "Alex! You scared me!"

"Sorry." He smiled apologetically, moving over to her.

She rolled her eyes, smiling. "Sure..." She shook her head, taking the top off of the water.

"I am, though." He chuckled softly, resting a hand on the small of her back.

She shivered as she poured the water. "Oh."

There... the ice seemed to have broken... but only when they were less then six feet away from each other. Hm... "Mm. What was the plan for tonight? And I don't mean that like it sounds." His lips quirked.

"Um. Didn't have one other than luring you back here..." She blushed.

"Luring me back?" He smiled slightly.

"Um... here's your water?" She turned, presenting him with the glass.

He took it, "What was your intention after luring me back?" He was curious, despite the fact that he knew she would blush.

"Just... being with you... spending time with you..." She did blush, ducking her head as she shrugged. "Never mind."

He set down the cup and tilted her head up, "I know I'm being suggestive... I'm sorry... I just want to figure out what you're expecting from me."

She furrowed her brow. "I'm... expecting you to be you. And for you to do what you want..."

"Okay." He leaned forward, brushing his lips over hers before letting her chin go. Was she sure she wanted him to do what he wanted? It was a little soon for that...

Michele licked her lips, swallowing. "Is it supposed to be this confusing?"

Alex shrugged, "I don't know."

She smiled, poking him in the abdomen. "Big lot of help you are."

His muscles tightened, and he reached down, catching her hand. "Yeah, well..." He smiled back, "I'm confused when it comes to you."

"Why?" She tilted her head. "I'm not hard to understand... well, I don't think so..."

"Because whenever I'm with you I feel... better than I ever have in my life, and when I'm not..." He shrugged again, "It's like I'm sick whenever I'm not with you."

She stared at him for a moment, then hugged him. Darn it all... What was she supposed to say to that? She felt the same way but... Lord...

He hugged her back, his head resting against hers. Wow.

"Sorry...." She smiled a bit. "Didn't know what to say... sorta thought a hug might say it better..."

His lips twitched, "Depends entirely on what you were trying to say."

"Well... what'd you get out of it?" Michele lifted her head, looking into his eyes.

Alex ignored the urge to bite his lip, "That you understand and accept how I feel about you?" Wait... that sounded dangerously close to the L word... Oh Lord.

"And... feel that same way." Michele bit her lip, worrying it between her white teeth.

He swallowed, "Really?" He nearly winced. That was probably the stupidest thing he could've said...

She nodded. "Yeah... it's... yeah. Feeling... the same."

"Oh." He brushed a kiss over her lips. So... was this what he thought it was?

She swallowed, then brushed her lips back over his as she raised her hands to his shoulders.

He kissed her lightly at first, before gradually adding more pressure to her lips.

She kissed him back, parting her lips slowly for him.

He deepened the kiss languidly, one of his hands splaying over the small of her back.

Michele made a soft noise in her throat, gripping his shoulders as their tongues brushed.

Alex shivered, pulling her tighter to him as they kissed.

She shifted against him, feeling something press into her stomach. Jeez. Must be his belt or something. Her hand stole between them, and to her shock... what her hand was touching was not anything her mind had though of. Michele jerked back, blushing. "I... I... s...sorry..."

Alex barely managed to bite back a moan. Oh God... that had... Shit. "It's okay..." He swallowed, tempted to blush as well. Hell.

She put her hands behind her, shaking a bit. Why was she shaking? "I... big... I mean... sorry..."

He leaned against the counter, unknowingly presenting her with a better view. "Don't be sorry, Michele." It felt good...

"I... I groped you!" She blushed darker still. "I... thought... I didn't realize it... it... felt *that* hard!"

He couldn't help the slight quirk in his lips. Despite the fact that it had been the second time he'd been groped that night, the situation was amusing. "I should've given you a warning or something..."

Michele took a deep breath, shaking her head. "No... I... it's fine. I guess if I'm going to date I'll have to get used to it right?" She tilted her head, her eyes flicking down to the fly of his pants. She'd seen him nude with an erection... but... clothed... no. "Isn't it uncomfortable?"

"Yeah." Alex ran a hand through his hair, glancing at her. God. Could he be near her without getting hard?

"I'm sorry..." Her brow furrowed and she met his gaze again.

"It's okay." He kept his eyes locked on hers for a moment before shifting against the counter. "I... need to get rid of this. Think I can get a shower?" Or something else?

"Oh. With... cold." She bit her lip, her mind racing. "I... urg. Never mind. Of course you can shower." Good Lord! She'd almost asked if she... could... ugh.

He watched her face, brow furrowing slightly as he was unable to comprehend the series of emotions sliding over it. "Thanks."

"Just... yeah. Bathroom... this way. I'll... keep my hands to myself... er..." She bit her lip, hurrying from the kitchen. "Lord... stupid... stupid... God... what were you going to say? Cold shower? But... I wanted to... explore? Play? Take care off that for you?" Michele smacked her forehead.

Alex froze, halfway out of the kitchen. She wanted to... Oh hell. That wasn't going to make this any easier for him. He swallowed, stepping out of the kitchen. "Did you want to?" This time, he didn't hold back the wince. Dammit, what was it with him and his stupid questions tonight?

She whirled, facing him. "I... huh?" She managed to paste an innocent look on her face. Oh please... please tell her she hadn't said that aloud...

"I... did you want to 'take care of this' for me?" Oh holy shit! He was so stupid... how could he ask her something like that? It was rude, and selfish, and against everything he'd ever been taught, but...

She blushed. "Alex... I'm sorry... I... didn't mean to... to say that aloud... and... it's sort of selfish of me... It's your personal... penis..." She eeped, ducking her head. "Lord, I sound stupid..."

He shook his head, moving towards her, "Not stupid, just... unsure." He shrugged, "If you want to, I won't complain, but I don't want to force you into anything."

"I... don't even know how..." Doesn't stop me from wanting to... but I don't know how...

"It's disgustingly simple, actually." He smiled slightly, watching her curiously.

"It... it is?" She bit her lip, swallowing. "I... teach me?"

He swallowed, his mouth suddenly dry. "Okay."

Michele licked her lips, then stepped up to him, kissing the corner of his mouth.

Alex brushed his lips over hers, fighting the temptation to push her against the wall and...

She wrapped her arms around his neck. "Can... can you kiss me? Like before, first?"

He didn't bother answering, instead covering her mouth with his for a deep, searing kiss.

She whimpered, pressing against him. He... he was so good at this... he must've made love a lot...

A quiet, strangled groan escaped him as she pressed against his hardness. God... His hands slid down to her hips, and he forced himself to keep them still, to not let them wander.

She shifted against him at the noise, letting her eyes shut. Oh, that noise...

He swallowed back a moan, unable to stop himself from rocking slightly into her. Dammit... not sex. Just... not sex.

Michele pulled back, gasping as she stared at him. "Oh..."

"Sorry..." Alex bit his lip, meeting her eyes.

"Sorry?" She tilted her head, her brow furrowing.

"I shouldn't have..." He shrugged, swallowing.

"Shouldn't have what?" She licked her lips, tasting him there.

"Moved." He bit the inside of his cheek, hoping she didn't want him to get more descriptive.

She frowned, placing her hands on her hips. "Why on Earth not?"

His brow furrowed, "I don't want to rush you into anything that you don't want to do."

"Alex... I'm going to be... do you think you pressing against me is going to offend me? Heck, you ought to be able to touch me where you please..."

"But-"

She poked him. "But what? I'm innocent and curious... and you make me... tingle-"

He caught her finger instinctively, "Just tingle?" Maybe he should try harder...

"Burn... ache... blush..." She bit her lip. "Does that describe it enough?"

He smiled slightly, "Yeah." He pulled her to him again, "I think so."

She blushed. "Um... good."

He brushed his lips over hers, before trailing his mouth down her jaw. Her skin was warm and soft under his lips, and he nipped gently, not hard enough to leave a mark.

She let out a whimper as a shiver raced down her spine. "A...Alex..."

"Yeah?" His voice was soft, gentle as he moved his mouth down her neck.

"I... isn't this about you?" She bit her lip.

He sighed softly, "Supposedly... but I can't let this just be me..."

She blinked. "Why not?"

He shrugged, "I was always taught to share."

"Alex, you don't have to... besides... I... I want to..."

"I know... but so do I." He lifted his head, looking at her.

Michele bit her lip. "Al...alright..."

Alex kissed the corner of her mouth, "Just relax... I'm not going to hurt you."

"I know. My head's just... yeah." She offered him a small smile.

"Okay." He smiled back, "Come on... this'll be an uncomfortable place to do anything, and there's a window."

She blushed, glancing over. "Oops. Yeah... bedroom..."

His lips quirked as they moved into the bedroom. Had he affected her that much that she'd forgotten where they were?

She stepped into the bedroom, kicking a pair of panties the rest of the way into the over flowing hamper.

Alex looked around the room. It was exactly as he remembered it, and a smile quirked his lips. At least something was still the same.

"Sorry... I need to wash some clothes... money's just... tight right now so..." Michele looked down. So I can't even afford to do a load of clothes.

"It's fine, Michele..." He pulled her to him again, nudging the door shut. He'd take her to the Laundromat... Say he found a roll of quarters in his car or something...

She nodded, wrapping her arms around him.

He brushed a kiss over her temple, his arms slipping around her waist. First, though...

She licked her lips, kissing the corner of his mouth. "You're... warm..."

"Am I?" He smiled slightly, brushing his lips over hers, "You are too."

"Mm. But..." She cupped his face with a soft hand. "You almost feel like you have a fever…”

His brow furrowed slightly, "Are you sure your hands aren't just cool?"

"Lean down..." Michele waited until he did so, then kissed his forehead. "Hmm... maybe..."

Alex shrugged, straightening again, "Oh well."

"Doesn't matter..." She pressed a kiss to his lips.

"Mm..." He smiled slightly, pulling her close to him again.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing her body along his.

He failed in completely suppressing a sound of content, though it was closer to a whimper of need than anything. He caught her lips with his, forcing her back towards the bed with gentle pressure.

Michele whimpered, stretching out as she pulled him down with her.

Alex steadied himself above her, his arms bracing his weight.

She shifted, breaking the kiss. "Shoes..."

He kicked his off from the slightly awkward position, "Oops?"

"I... can't kick mine off... I don't mind... it's just..."

"Annoying?" He moved, giving her room to remove her shoes.

"Yeah. Sorry." She undid the snap around her ankle, throwing the shoe into the closet, followed by the other. "There."

His lips twitched, "It's okay." He watched as she settled back onto the bed, unable to believe that she was letting him do this... It wouldn't be sex, she was nowhere near ready for that, and he wouldn't force her, but... It was something.

"Okay. Yeah..." She smiled at him as she pulled the scrunchie from her hair. "There."

He smiled back, reaching out and tugging playfully at the large sweatshirt she still wore. "What about this?"

She frowned a bit. "As long as I can put it on after..."

"Like I'm going to stop you." He grinned. So what if it was possessive? He wanted everyone to know that she was his, and if the baggy old sweatshirt was how it would be done, it worked for him.

She sat up, tugging the hoodie off. "There..." She folded it carefully, setting it on the nightstand.

He let his eyes trail over her, then moved again, taking up his position above her. "Yeah..."

She snuggled into the pillow, arms up near her head. "Alright?"

He nodded, leaning down to brush his lips over hers, "Are you still sure you want to do this? Not sex, but..."

She ran a hand through his hair. "Yes..."

He smiled, leaning down to capture her lips with his, the hand that wasn't supporting his weight resting on her waist.

She parted her lips for him, letting her hand smooth down his chest.

His muscles tightened under her touch, and he slipped his tongue into her mouth. His hand moved, finding the hem of her shirt.

Michele slid her tongue along his, shifting as his hand tried to sneak into her shirt.

Alex made a frustrated sound in his throat as the shirt refused to budge, his fingers still seeking her skin.

She laughed softly, breaking the kiss. "Alex..."

The stripper was near pouting, "Yeah?"

"It..." She reached, tugging at the bow in the leather string that laced the front of the corset top. "Unlaces..."

"I knew that..." He shot her a small smile, moving his hand to unlace the strings. Stupid, incredibly sexy shirt...

She bit her lip, watching his hand unlace the top over her breasts. "Alex..."

His hand paused, "Yes?"

"Hurry, please?" Her breasts were aching where his fingers had brushed then disappeared.

He smiled in relief, finishing the laces quickly.

She arched her back, pulling the shirt over her head.

Alex blinked, his hand moving immediately to her breasts. "What about a bra?"

She made a noise in her throat. "Move your hand if you want me to think enough to explain..."

He let his hand drop, resting on her abdomen. "That better?"

"A... little..." She licked her lips. "It's... built in... see?"

He blinked at the shirt, "They can do that?"

She laughed softly. "Yes... see? Under wire and all..."

"Oh." He smiled slightly, "I didn't know that."

"I realize that..." She tossed the shirt, pouting as it missed the hamper. "Poo."

His hand moved back to her breasts, his lips brushing over hers, "You can get it later..."

She moaned as his fingers brushed her nipple. "I... mm..."

He cupped one of her breasts, moving his mouth down to the other as he had done before.

Her back arched and she cried out, biting her lip.

He pulled the nub into his mouth, his tongue teasing it into erectness, his hand doing the same with the other.

She whimpered his name, sliding her hands into his hair.

Alex sucked gently, unsure of how she would react to it. The taste of her skin was intoxicating, making him want to do anything to please her.

"Alex... please..." Michele bit her lip, letting her eyes close.

He let the nub go, his voice low as he spoke. "Please?"

"Don't... don't stop doing that..." She flushed, shifting.

He smiled against her skin, taking her nipple into his mouth again as his hand moved, sliding down her stomach.

She whimpered, feeling her belly tighten again, like the first time. She arched her back, pressing into his mouth.

Alex scraped his teeth lightly over her achingly hard nub, his hand finding the top of her skirt.

"Mm... I'm...." She shook her head, struggling to speak.

His fingers searched for the clasp that would open her skirt, scraping his teeth over her again.

Her body clenched and she shook her head with a whimper. Not yet.

He lifted his head again, the movement of her head shake traveling through her body. "Michele?" His fingers stopped, feeling the cool metal of the clasp less then a centimeter away.

"I'll... I'll come..." She bit her lip, swallowing. Lord, she wanted that.

He shot her a smirk, one that made him look like the Alex that had been onstage that night. "That's the idea."

"But-"

"No buts." He moved his mouth down to her other breast, his fingers finally encountering the clasp.

Michele cried out, her back arching again, her body tightening. But... she wanted him to touch her there...

Alex managed to undo the clasp one handed, then the short zipper, and his hand was into her skirt. He paused, not sure if she wanted him to stop or-

She pressed into his hand and into his mouth, biting her lip.

He sucked at her nipple, his fingers exploring the uncharted territory between her legs.

She jerked as he brushed her through her panties, and the combined feel of that and his mouth on her breast made her come, crying out his name.

He smiled slightly, letting go of her breast and brushing a kiss over the tight peak on top. Somehow he got the feeling he would never tire of that sound...

"Al...Alex?" She bit her lip.

"Yeah?" He looked up into her face, his hand still buried in her skirt.

She panted a bit. "Just... I wanted you to... touch me there..." She blushed.

He smiled, kissing her neck, "Like this?" His fingers massaged her through the wet material of her panties.

She cried out, grabbing at the sheets. "Alex!"

He was right. He'd never get sick of that sound. "Yes?" He let a look of benign innocence cross his face.

"You... I..." She couldn't think...

He pulled his hand free, and frowned down at the skirt. "This needs to go..."

"But... I already..." She bit her lip. Why did her skirt need to come off?

He looked back up at her, "I want to be able to please you to the best of my ability. Admittedly that isn't much, but I want to at least try."

She blinked, confused. "That's... not fair though... and... you're... amazing..."

He shrugged, "Do you mind if we get rid of the skirt? If you do, I'll understand." Amazing? Yeah, right... He'd only been with one woman. Count it. One. She'd taught him the basics, but the rest he was still figuring out.

"Alex... you are. I'm serious. You... you must've been with tons of people to be this good... and... I guess the skirt can come off... I mean, you've undressed for me before..." She bit her lip.

Alex started working the skirt down her hips. "One."

"Huh?" She blinked at him, lifting her hips for him.

He pulled the skirt off and tossed it towards the hamper. "One woman. That's it."

"But... how'd you get so good then?"

He shrugged, "I guessed."

"Wow. I guess I'm lucky. A natural lover..." She shifted, laying before him in just her panties.

He smiled slightly, "I suppose." His fingers hooked in the panties, and he quirked a brow questioningly.

"Go ahead..." She lifted her hips again.

He pulled the underwear off, and tossed it towards the skirt and shirt. His eyes slid over her and he swallowed. God...

She blushed, trying not to pull her knees to her chest.

"Michele... you're beautiful..." He smiled, reaching out to trace the small tattoo on her hip.

She shivered, shaking her head. "Not... not really. I'm too skinny..."

He sighed, his hand drifting over her stomach, "No... you aren't."

She bit her lip, swallowing. "Alright..."

He let his hand drift down to cup her, watching her face.

She shivered, swallowing. "Al...Alex..."

"Yeah?" His fingers parted her folds slowly, and he met her gaze, unwilling to rush her.

"That's..." She parted her legs slightly for him. "It feels... Should I go wider?"

"You don't need to." His hand fit perfectly now, settled comfortably between her legs as his fingers explored.

She whimpered, her hips shifting. Lord...

His lightly callused fingertips found her clitoris, and he explored the nub entirely, rubbing his fingers over it.

She cried out, shaking her head. "I... it's... Oh..."

He smiled slightly, abandoning the sensitive nub for the moment and letting his fingers quest back, locating her entrance with ease.

She moaned his name, low and husky.

Alex shivered, teasing her entrance for a moment before sliding the tip of a finger into her. She was tight, clenching around the intruding digit immediately.

She grabbed at him, her hands grasping his shoulders. "Oh..."

He pushed the finger a little deeper, watching her face for any signs of pain.

She shook, shifting against the intrusion. "Alex..."

"Yeah?" He bit his lip, keeping his finger still.

"How... how will... " She glanced at his fly, "that fit?"

He swallowed, shrugging. "It just... does. I mean, it breaks through your virginity first and everything, but after that..." He shrugged again. Wow. Had he really just explained that to her?

She blushed. "Oh..." Michele shifted her hips, moaning as his finger slid deeper.

Alex felt her clench on his finger and he licked his lips, pressing his finger in until he met resistance.

She whimpered. "That... Alex..."

"Does it hurt?" His brow furrowed slightly, and he kept his finger still.

"No..." She bit her lip. "It feels... really... really good..."

He smiled slightly, pulling his finger out slowly, before sliding it back in.

She arched her back, moaning as her thighs spread a bit more for him.

He continued the movement for several moments, then slid another finger in with the first.

She whimpered, stilling as her body adjusted. Alex had big hands...

He paused as well, letting her stretch around his fingers.

Michele studied him for a moment. "Alex?"

Alex blinked, "Yeah?"

"I... I want to touch you while you touch me..."

He swallowed, nodding after a moment. God, yes.

She cried out as he withdrew his fingers.

He sat up completely, tugging his shirt up and off.

Michele bit her lip. "Would... would you inside me feel that good... when we're ready?"

Alex licked his lips, dropping his shirt off the side of the bed. "Better."

She ran a hand over his chest. "I'm glad you're not really hairy..."

He shivered, his muscles bunching, "Oh?"

She nodded. "I don't like hairy chests..." She leaned forward, kissing the corner of his mouth.

He brushed his lips over hers, "Oh."

"Mm." She smiled. "May I...?"

He nodded, voice breathless, "Yeah."

She kissed his jaw, letting her hand find his nipple.

He sucked in a sharp breath, shifting against her hand.

"How... how should I touch you?" She bit her lip, then traced a line along his collarbone with her tongue.

Goosebumps raced down his spine, and he reached up, guiding her fingers to the small nub to stroke it. They'd get lower later...

Michele felt it tighten and circled it with her thumb. She furrowed her brow for a moment, then leaned down, licking at it with her pink tongue.

Alex moaned, the sound low and needy.

She nearly jumped and deciding she must have done something right, she pulled his small brown nipple into her mouth.

"Michele..." He swallowed, one of his hands moving to cup one of her breasts.

She whimpered, her lips pursing around the nub.

He sucked in a sharp breath, his thumb brushing over her nipple.

She pulled back, her hand tracing the muscle in his chest. "Alex..."

He shivered, "Yes...?"

"You're..." She leaned down, kissing the center of his chest.

He licked his lips, "I'm?"

She shook her head, her hair brushing over his skin.

His muscles tightened, and he felt a surge of need course through him. He swallowed, moving his hand down her stomach.

She shivered. "Let's... get your pants off..."

He nodded, "Okay."

Michele reached for his fly, undoing the button. "Can... you get the zipper? I don't want to hurt you..."

Alex slowly unzipped his pants, aware that he had gone without underwear when he'd changed backstage.

She blinked, staring at him. "Off."

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

She leaned forward, tracing his hip with a finger. "You're lovely..."

He shivered, "Why do you say that?"

"Because... you are." She leaned forward, kissing his hip.

He swallowed, biting his lip. "If you say so."

"You are..." She furrowed her brow.

"That's debatable." He moved, sitting on the bed again.

"Not with me..." She shifted, kneeling.

He looked over at her, "I'll try to remember that."

"Good..." She bit her lip.

He swallowed, meeting her gaze. "Something wrong?"

She shook her head. "No... I just don't know where to touch first..."

"Wherever you want to."

She reached out, slowly touching his leg.

He looked down at her hand, tempted to move it to where he was aching for her touch.

Biting her lip, she slid it up his thigh. "Alright?"

He nodded, watching it slowly approach his hard member. God...

Michele shook slightly as her hand passed his member, tracing the muscles on his stomach. He was fit… his musculature defined, but not bulky. No. He looked like… like a swimmer or a ballet dancer.

Alex shivered, his stomach tightening. "Michele..." He whispered, voice hoarse and pleading.

"Hm?" She looked up, meeting his darkened gaze as if distracted.

He shook his head, "Never mind..." He'd let her explore... let her touch him where she wanted to, not where he did.

She blinked. "No... what?"

"It's nothing..." He pushed himself up onto his elbows, "Just being needy..."

"Oh." She licked her lips. "Can... can I look a bit more? I promise, I'll try to make you enjoy it-"

"Take your time." He swallowed.

Michele leaned up, brushing her lips over his, her body brushing along his. "Thank you..."

Alex shivered, brushing his lips back over hers, "You're welcome."

She smiled slightly, looking down along his body. "I hadn't really thought about it before... something that large... fitting in so small a space..." She ran a hand slowly down his chest shifting so she was looking more directly at his body. “Hm..." honestly, she'd always thought a penis would be ugly... but Alex's wasn't. Michele paused wrinkling her nose. She hated that word. Penis. Yick. Just the sound of it..

He blinked, watching her face instead of replying. He swallowed, tempted to cover himself as she wrinkled her nose. He knew that look... he'd gotten it before, when he still tripped onstage. Alex bit his lip, shifting slightly on the bed. "Something wrong?" He sat up, trying not to feel hurt. She'd drawn him before and hadn't commented on any issues with his body, so why now?

"Wrong? No... of course not. Just... just thinking..." She furrowed her brow. "Did... did I do something wrong?" Why was he sitting up? She'd been looking at him and- Oh. Poo. "Alex, I wasn’t wrinkling my nose at your body... it was..."

He shook his head, looking down at the bed. "It's okay if it was, I mean..." He shrugged. "I understand. Don't worry about it." He leaned over the bed, reaching for his pants.

She grabbed his hand, looking panicked. "Alex... please... I... I was thinking about how I always thought a penis would be... be ugly and that yours wasn't and then I remembered I hate the word penis... because it... it just bugs me... please... don...don't..." Her eyes welled with tears and she sniffed.

He blinked, sitting back up on the bed. "Oh. I'm sorry..." He frowned as he realized she was close to tears. "Michele... please don't cry..." He pulled her to him, wrapping his arms around her in a hug.

A sob welled in her chest, a tear making its way down her face only to be followed by another. "I'm... I'm sorry..."

He kissed her temple, "Sh... relax... it's okay, alright?" He shifted her weight till her head rested on his shoulder, and he let her tears waste themselves.

A minute or two later she raised her head, wiping at her eyes with the back of her hand. "It's... it's not okay..."

"It is too." He brushed his lips over hers, tasting the sharp salty-ness of her tears.

"No. I... I made you think... I was sneering at you body... just... cause... cause I hate the word...the 'P' word..." She blushed slightly, swallowing. "I'd... I'd never do that..."

He shrugged, "It's not like I haven't gotten it before... I'd understand if you didn't-"

Michele growled, sitting straight up. "Who? I'll... I'll... I don't know what... but something! Darn it, Alex! You're the most beautiful person I've ever seen... so... don't you even think-"

Alex blinked, cutting her tirade off short by pushing her down on the bed and covering her mouth with his. Under the circumstances, he thought it the best thing he could do. After all, arguing with her would get them nowhere except upset, and allowing her to continue would most likely give him a headache. Yes, this was definitely the best option.

"Mmph!" Michele blinked before letting her eyes close, her lips parting for him as her hands moved to his shoulders.

Alex let the kiss deepen slowly, his own eyes sliding shut. Now... this was better.

She shifted against the quilt, a soft noise rising in her throat as her hand slid down his back.

He shivered, muscles tightening as his tongue explored her mouth.

She pressed against him, pulling back from the kiss a bit. "Next time... feel free to just tell me to shut up..." Michele licked her lips. "Can... can I try again?"

Alex swallowed, "If you want to... but you need to sleep... You're still recovering from being sick."

She blinked, her eyes pleading. "Please?"

How was he supposed to say no to that? He nodded slowly, "Okay..."

She kissed the corner of his mouth. "I promise I'll try not to do anything stupid... but please.... remember... I've not done... nor seen..." She blushed.

He brushed his lips over hers, "That's why we're taking it slow, remember?" He smiled slightly.

"Oh. Yeah." She bit her lip. "I just... the 'P' word annoys me... I wish there was something else to call it..."

"I'm sure there is." His lips quirked, and he moved, letting her out from under him.

"Like? I mean, in romance novels they're always calling it a member... and I always think, "A member of what? The Penis Club?"" She blushed dark. "I'm... gonna hush."

Alex laughed softly, kissing the corner of her mouth before rolling onto his back again. "You don't have to."

"Well, I'm stopping that discussion there." She bit her lip, sliding her hand up his thigh. "Can you..."

His breath caught, and he swallowed. "Can I what?"

"Part your legs a bit?" She ducked her head, her hair sweeping forward.

A small smile stole across his lips and he leaned up, brushing her hair from her face before parting his legs.

Her lips quirked before her face turned serious as she traced a finger along the sensitive seam at the inside of his legs where is thigh joined his body. He was soft there, silky.

He shivered, shifting slightly on the bed. That... sort of tickled...

Her hand slid down further, brushing the skin behind his testicles. "I hate that word too..." She muttered as her nose wrinkled.

"What word...?" He bit his lip, trying not to whimper.

"Testicles." She leaned down, kissing his navel as her hand cupped him.

He made a surprised noise, quickly followed by a moan. "Oh..."

She blinked at him, her hand exploring the weight of his sacs. She liked that noise. A lot.

He swallowed, shifting against her hand. Holy fuck on a stick... her touch was innocent, nearly chaste, but... Mm...

Slowly she moved her hand until she was grasping his shaft. "How?"

He swallowed back a moan. She expected him to think while she was touching him there? "What?"

“How do I touch you here?”

He licked his lips, reaching down to slowly guide her hand in the stroking movements that he desired.

Michele shivered, tightening her grip slightly as she leaned to kiss and lick his chest.

Alex moaned softly, pressing into her hand as it moved, his own dropping to grip the blanket.

She'd nearly brought him to completion when she jerked back, sneezing violently... hard enough that she fell off the bed with a loud *thump*.

He blinked for a moment before rolling, looking down at her from his perch on the bed. "Michele?"

"Ow." She pouted, rubbing her elbow. "That hurt..."

He slid off the bed to sit next to her, "Here... let me see."

She smiled slightly. "I'm fine... just a bit of a baby when it comes to pain..."

He offered her a small smile back, still slightly foggy from his near-release. "Can I see? Please?"

She sighed, showing him her elbow. "See? It's fine..."

He leaned down, brushing his lips over the small red mark. "Now it is."

She laughed softly. "Thanks." She leaned forward, kissing his lips. "Sorry."

He brushed his lips over hers, "I'll live if you will.'

"Still. I think I... Well..." She blushed. "I thought you were enjoying..."

"I was." His lips quirked.

"Oh. Yay." She smiled.

He smiled back, resting a hand on her knee. "So... move back to the bed or stay down here?"

"Sorry to say, but I prefer the bed." Michele felt the muscles in her leg tighten a bit at his touch.

Alex mock pouted, standing. "Aw... and here I was comfy..." He offered her a hand up.

She took his hand, smiling. "Fine... you can stay on the floor. I'm getting into my nice, warm, soft bed..."

"Room for two in there?"

"Yes." She bit her lip. "Why?"

"Curious." He shrugged.

Michele laid down on the bed, tugging at Alex's hand. "Are you joining me or...?"

He let the light tug pull him onto the bed. "I think you can take that as a yes."

She laughed, running a hand through his hair.

Alex smiled, kissing the corner of her mouth.

"Mm." She kissed him back, cupping his face.

His lips moved over hers, and it was several moments before he ran his tongue along her lower lip, seeking entrance.

She parted her lips for him, shivering slightly beneath him.

He brushed his tongue along hers as he deepened the kiss, his movements leisurely, as if he had all the time in the world to do what he was doing.

She whimpered, tracing his collarbone with cool fingers.

He shivered, pulling back slightly to tease her lower lip.

"Alex..." She whispered his name, sliding her hand down his side.

"Yes?" He swallowed, goose bumps rising on his skin wherever she touched.

She shook her head, brushing her lips back over his.

He returned the light kiss before moving, trailing his mouth down her jaw.

She mewed, her fingers running over his back.

Alex paused for a moment, trying to concentrate on what he was doing instead of the sounds she was making.

"Alex.... I... want to touch you..." She moaned as he shifted to suck at her pulse.

He sucked gently, soothing it with small kisses before pulling the bit of skin back into his mouth. Hm...

Her back arched, and she nearly forgot to think.

He let her neck go, brushing another kiss over the red mark. Well... that was going to last...

"Alex?" Her voice was breathless, and she blinked at him.

"Yeah?" Was she going to be mad at him? Those kinds of marks stayed for a long time...

"I... can... can I touch you too? I mean..." She blushed.

He nodded, tempted to bite his lip. "Yeah..." Shit... he'd... tell her later. Or... she'd find out on her own, and then be mad at him and... Yeah. He'd tell her later.

Michele shifted, brushing a hand along his hip. "That... that felt good..."

Alex shivered, biting his lip. "It left a mark..." What happened to later?

"Really?" She blinked. "Cool..."

He blinked back at her, "But... it's..." She wasn't mad? But...

"It's what?" She brushed a finger over the mark, shivering.

"Big." He bit his lip again.

"So?" Her brow furrowed.

"I... never mind." He shook his head slightly, leaning down to brush a kiss over the mark.

She swallowed, her hand finding his hardness between them.

He sucked in a sharp breath, shifting against her hand, "Michele... I'll..."

"Hm? You'll?" She shifted, biting her lip. A dull ache was brewing low in her belly at the feel of him.

"I'll mess your bed..." He swallowed, nipping at her neck.

She cried out, arching into him. "I... come... come on me... I can't afford to..."

"I'll... pay for it..." He bit down gently, sucking teasingly.

She whimpered, pressing against him. "I... no..."

He made an objecting noise, his teeth increasing pressure very slightly, unwilling to hurt her but trying to get his point across without letting go.

She cried out, her hand stroking him in reply.

He moaned, the sound muffled by her neck. God...

She shifted beneath him, her hand finding a rhythm.

He pulled back from her neck, struggling to catch his breath. "Michele..." He swallowed, sliding a hand down her side.

She shivered. "Mm?"

He shook his head, his hand moving between her thighs.

She whimpered, her hand tightening around him as she pressed up.

He cried out, his fingers parting her folds.

"Alex... Alex please..." She could feel how wet she was, knew there'd be a small spot of wetness beneath her. The thought made her blush, and she thumbed the tip of Alex's member, feeling a drop of liquid there, which she spread back over his length.

"Please...?" He swallowed back a moan, his fingers sliding back to her entrance.

She shook her head, not knowing what she was begging for.

Alex bit his lip, sliding a finger into her. He knew what he wanted, but he wouldn't. Not today... Hell, probably not this week!

Michele moaned, arching her back as she stroked him again and again.

He groaned, his fingers matching the pace of her strokes. Damn... he was close...

He'd hardly touched her when she clamped down around him, her body bucking with wave after wave of pleasure.

He felt her hand clench around him as she moved and he cried out, his hips jerking as he spent himself.

She panted beneath him, kissing his neck. "Mm... Alex..."

Alex swallowed, trying to keep himself up on one arm. "Mm?"

"Thank you..." She pulled her hand away from his body, yawning slightly. "Sorry..."

He brushed his lips over hers, pulling his fingers free and rolling off of her, "You should sleep..."

"Mm." She frowned slightly, cuddling up to his side. "No..."

He blinked, looking down at her, "What?"

"Don't want to..." She yawned again, "Sleep..."

He wrapped his arms around her, fighting off a yawn of his own. "I'll be here when you wake up..."

"Pro'ise?"

"Mm... definitely." He brushed his lips over her temple, the yawn escaping him.

"Mm...." She smiled, drifting off.

He watched her for a moment, pulling the blankets over them before letting sleep claim him.
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