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Romantic Executions: Continued	By : PrettySin Category: Anita Blake > Het Views: 3495 -:- 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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Aahz put her small car into park, then shut it off in the darkness of the Circus of the Damned parking lot. A place she’d called home for over a year. Lord, this hurt her… but Jean-Claude was hurting too. At least… she thought he was. She could feel it through the marks sometimes. And earlier… just before she’d talked to Jason, she’d felt lust. His lust.

She swallowed, pressing her forehead against the steering wheel. He hadn’t explained. Nothing that she could understand. It was like talking to a kindergartener about quantum physics. It just didn’t work unless you explained everything slowly in detail. She certainly hadn’t helped either. She’d tried to listen, but with her mother in the back ground… learning that her parents had separated over a month before and that she hadn’t been told… it ruined her happy picture perfect family… or the image of it. She’d always been a daddy’s girl, but she’d been unable to find where her father had gone… and… Damn. To say the least, a bad situation had gotten worse. Her mother wasn’t the woman she remembered.

Aahz took a few deep breaths before climbing out of her car into the bright sunlight, grabbing her purse. She could do this. She’d… talk with Jason and watch him until Jean-Claude awoke… then… She’d tell the vampire she loved she was sorry. And she’d listen. And ask him to listen to her explain… and pray that he would. Aahz locked the car, heading inside to Asher’s rooms.

Aahz opened the door to the vampire's bedroom where she assumed Jason would be sleeping. Asher would probably be in the coffin ro- Holy Shit! She eeped at the sight of the two nude men, whirling. Oops.

Jason rolled over in his sleep, mumbling something about Halloween. Light from the other room pounded against his eyelids, and he groaned, stretching as he opened his eyes. He blinked as he caught sight of Aahz, then threw the blanket over Asher, still blinking. "Aahz?"

"I... oops... other... clothes." She shook her head, continuing into the living room and sitting heavily down on the couch. She was cursed.

Jason's lips twitched, and he fought back laughter as he glanced around the room. Damn. The only clothes he had were saturated with rot, and the only thing in here that he could see were towels. Shit.

Aahz massaged her temples, trying to block out images. Not that they weren't nice... and... stuff... she just wasn't interested in being interested in anyone besides Jean-Claude... No matter how good they looked. No. Bad. No.

Jason bit his lip, standing from the bed and moving towards the wardrobe hidden in the corner. Okay... so. Pants. It was several minutes later when Jason came out into the living room, buttoning the dark jeans he'd found in the corner. He'd been forced to roll up the legs, but they were pants.

Aahz glanced up, her hands still rubbing her temples. "Sorry."

"It's okay." Jason flopped down on the couch next to her, "What's up?"

"Um. The sky... I think." She kicked off her shoes. "I guess it's pay back, huh? For all the times you got to walk in on me..."

He grinned, "Sure. How was the trip?"

"Hell. Well, maybe only the second level of it." Aahz pulled her knees up to her chest, hugging them.

Jason frowned. No questions about the trip, then... "Okay... Have any plans today?"

"Shopping. If I'm doing scars... I need to buy the stuff. I also need to know how much I'll need..." She bit her lip. "Jason... why do I need to put more scars on Asher?"

"Oh. Um..." The wolf shifted on the couch. "You didn't see?"

"See what? Jason, I saw skin and ran. I wasn't about to ogle the two of you."

"Aw..." He mock pouted before standing. "If I promise to keep him covered, will you come look? I'm still all 'wow.'"

Aahz blinked. "Jason.... are you asking me to ogle your boyfriend? And I didn't ogle because I'm in love with Jean.... no matter what's happening."

Jean? Jason's lips quirked. "No... not ogle. That's my job..." He grinned, "Just come look, okay? Strictly professional ogling."

She sighed, standing. "Fine... fine... show me."

The wolf seemed to bounce towards the bedroom, slipping back inside and shifting the blanket on Asher till his face was bathed in the light from the other room.

Aahz gasped, stepping forward. "My... my God..."

Jason's fingers played idly with Asher's hair, "Yeah... that was kinda my reaction too."

"Ho...how?" She knelt near the bed, touching Asher's face. "Dear Lord... I didn't think he could get lovelier, even scarred... He and Jean must have been... wow..."

Jason's lips quirked slightly at her reaction, "Well... do you want the long, detail-y version, or the short one that'll make no sense?"

She looked at Jason. "Everything. And what are you doing up and about if you're hurt?"

He rolled his eyes, "I'm not hurt! Seriously."

She scowled. "Asher would not freak out if you weren't. Start talking."

"Yes, Mommy."

She stood, placing her hands on her hips. "Jason."

Jason snickered, stepping away from Asher, "Alright, alright..."

Aahz nodded nearly an hour later. "Okay. How extensive were his scars? Like where were they and how severe?"

Jason was stretched out on the floor in the living room, letting Aahz have the couch. "The one's on his face were smaller, but they were way extensive. The scars on his chest were worse, deeper and bigger. Dunno how much he plans to take his shirt off in public, though."

"Alright. Rules. He's not allowed to show more than face and upper chest. We'll deal with that. I need to get to a phone. Maybe Anndy could..." Aahz chewed at the eraser of a pencil she'd found, scrawling out a list of this she'd need. "Did Jean-Claude keep my things? That I left?"

"I think so." Jason rolled onto his back, "There should be a phone in the office, if you don't want to use the one in the bedroom."

Aahz nodded. "Alright. Are you hungry?"

He rested his hands on his abdomen, "Kinda. You?"

"Um." When had she last eaten? She couldn't remember, but it didn't seem to matter. "I'll fix you something. What do you want?"

He shrugged, glancing at her out of the corner of his eye, "I'll have whatever you do."

"Jason... I'm not hungry. What do you want?"

He shrugged again.

Aahz sighed. "Jason, please..."

"I'll eat when you do. That way we don't have to cook twice."

"Fine!" She stood, throwing the pencil and scrap of paper down. "I'll cook! I'll eat! Happy?!"

He blinked, pushing himself up into a sitting position. "No. What's wrong?"

She stilled, closing her eyes. "I'm sorry. I... I don't know what's wrong with me."

Jason stood slowly, as if afraid she'd bolt if he moved too fast, "Being in the same state as Fang-Idiot might have something to do with it."

She sniffed, shaking her head. "No. I just..." She sat back down on the couch, pulling her knees to her chest. Couldn't she just sink away? Disappear

He moved to sit next to her, frowning. "Aahz... what happened while you were gone?" Shit. He'd never seen her like this... The closest they'd ever come to her crying was when she was leaving.

"My... my parents." She looked at him, a tear falling to her cheek. "They split up. I'm past thirty and I'm upset because my parents are divorcing and because my mother isn't at all who I thought she was and because I can't understand the man I love and because I keep messing up and I can't not hurt people..."

Jason bit back a curse, reaching out to pull her into a friendly hug. "I'm sorry."

She held onto him, swallowing. "Why... why do I have to hurt people?"

"You don't..." The wolf bit his lip, "This is just a bad time for you, that's all."

She shook her head. "N...no."

"No no-ing." Jason sighed, "You're a good person, alright? And like most good people, when you get stressed, everything seems to go wrong. Everything will get better. It's got to."

After a minute or two she straightened, swallowing. "I'm sorry." She glanced at the floor. "I'm hungry. Let's... get something to eat."

He nodded, sighing softly. "Yeah..." Fuck. He needed clothes...

She bit her lip. "What does Asher have? In his closet?"

"Um... lace."

Aahz paused, then smiled. "Ah."

Jason smiled slightly back, "Think we can stop by my apartment? I've got my key somewhere..."

"If you're good. Leave a note for Asher just in case. Tell him not to leave these rooms until I get to do his makeup."

"Yes, Mom." The wolf stood, padding towards the office.

"Bad dog."

"Woof." Jason smirked, disappearing into the office.

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Aahz munched at a French fry as she and Jason sat in the living room. It hadn't taken them as long as they'd thought to get Jason clothing, her supplies, and them some lunch from McDonalds. Go them. "Yum."

Jason nodded, taking a bite of his burger. "Very yum." Mm... Greasy fast food...

"What is it Anndy says? 'If I am what I eat, then I'm fast, cheap, and easy’." Aahz smiled, adding more ketchup to her plate. She'd snagged both from the kitchen on the way in.

Jason snorted, swallowing his bite of burger with a laugh, "That's great!"

"Indeed..." Said Asher's hoarse voice from the bedroom door.

Aahz jumped, facing him. "Asher!"

"Cherie."

Jason turned, smiling at his lover, "Hi."

"Bonjour, Mon Loup." Asher pushed his hair back, glancing at the clock. "Dieu, it is early."

Aahz nodded. "It's only 3:56."

Jason took another bite of his burger, head tilted to the side. He swallowed before he spoke, "What woke you up?"

Asher shook his head. "What are you eating?"

"McDonalds?"

"Non. What is it that tastes so salty and-"

Aahz gasped. "You marked him!"

Asher blinked. "Oui..."

"So you're eating McDonalds for the first time!"

Jason watched the conversation with ill-concealed amusement, "It's fast-food."

Asher swallowed, easing himself down to the floor. "Take another bite."

Jason did as he was told, glancing at Asher.

Asher swallowed, his eyes sliding shut. Non... he would not... A moan ripped from the vampire's throat.

"Jason... drink some of my shake." Aahz pushed the large chocolate strawberry shake towards the were.

The wolf nodded, setting his burger down and taking the shake.

Asher bit his lip. "Dieu... more..."

Aahz felt her lips quirk. "I'll... just go into your bathroom. Get things set up for the makeup... take your time.”

Jason shot a grateful smile at Aahz, taking a sip of the shake.

Aahz disappeared into the bathroom as Asher looked at Jason. "I'm sorry. It's been... long... since I tasted more than blood."

"It's okay." Jason smiled at the vampire, moving to sit next to him.

Asher pulled the were into is lap. "What is that? The... shake?"

Jason settled back against Asher, "It's chocolate and strawberry. And yummy."

"Chocolate and strawberry what?" Asher nuzzled the wolf's neck.

"Milk shake." Jason shivered, swallowing.

"What is a milk shake?"

"Um... Ice cream and... stuff?"

"Oh." Asher nibbled slightly along Jason's shoulder. "More, please."

Jason made a quiet noise in his throat, taking another drink of the milk shake.

The vampire mimicked the sound, tasting the shake on his tongue. "The..." He pointed at the French Fries. "Please."

Jason set down the drink, picking up a fry and popping it into his mouth. Yum.

Asher moaned, pressing his face into Jason's neck.

Jason swallowed, glancing back at Asher.

"Mon Loup..."

"Yeah?"

"More..."

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Jean-Claude knocked on the door to Asher's rooms several hours later, offering Jason a small smile as the wolf opened it. "Bonjour, Petite Loup."

"Hi." Jason bit his lip, unsure if he should step back. Aahz was still in the bathroom with Asher, but... With a sigh, he stepped back from the door, letting Jean-Claude in.

"Mon Loup? Who is it?"

Aahz stilled. "It's Jean-Claude..." She said quietly.

Jean-Claude froze just inside the room. "Ma Joli..."

Jason bit his lip again. Fuck. A. Duck.

*Non, Mon Loup. It will be alright.* Asher projected the thought to his human servant as he looked in the mirror. "Merde. I look as I did before." The scars were terrifyingly accurate.

Aahz bit her lip. "Sorry." Jean... God. She wanted him to hold her.

"Non. Let us go show the others, Cherie."

Jason took a deep breath, looking over at Asher and Aahz as they came into the room.

Jean-Claude nearly jumped as the wolf shut the door, his eyes widening as he caught sight of Asher. "Merde!"

Jason scowled, moving over to his lover. *Butt.*

*Butt?* Asher quirked a brow.

Aahz swallowed, hugging herself as she caught sight of Jean-Claude.

*He's being a butt.* Jason wrapped his arms carefully around Asher's waist.

Jean-Claude's eyes locked on the short woman, and he fought the urge to move towards her. "Bonjour."

"Hi." She bit her lip. "Can... we talk?"

Asher hugged Jason. *Oh? Is he?* "How do the scars look?"

Jean-Claude nodded, seeming to have not heard Asher's question. "Oui."

"Real. They smell funny, though." Jason hugged him back. *Yes. He was all staring and being butt-ish.*

"Smell funny?" Asher kissed Jason's temple. *Never mind him. He is moody when he has not had sex.*

Aahz offered Jean-Claude a weak smile. "Now? Or... do you have to... do... something?"

"Yeah. They smell like make up." Jason rested his head on Asher's shoulder. *He's still a butt.*

"I have no other pressing engagements."

Asher frowned. "Perhaps we could cover the scent with something...."

Aahz bit her lip. "Okay."

"Maybe." Jason shrugged.

Jean-Claude glanced at Asher and Jason, "Mon Ami... we may speak later, may we not?"

Asher nodded. "Of course. Gehen Sie auf ihr einfach. Hören Sie. Und... seien Sie geduldig. Sie ist noch zu unserer Welt neu." He switched to German halfway through so Aahz would not understand. (Go easy on her. Listen. And... be patient. She is still new to our world.)

She frowned, hugging herself tighter.

Jason blinked. He'd understood about half of that... maybe. Stupid high school EFL class...

Jean-Claude nodded, turning back to Aahz, "Shall we?"

She nodded. "Asher, don't do too much for a bit. Let the adhesive set for a while. The scent should fade." She turned to Jean-Claude, following him out of the room.

Jean-Claude glanced at her as they walked in the general direction of their... his rooms. "Do you wish for a certain meeting place?"

She shrugged. "I... no. Where ever you want."

He nodded, leading her down the hall that led to their old suite.

Aahz swallowed. She could do this... she could. She'd tell him she was sorry and... yeah. She was sorry.

He opened the door, stepping to the side to let her in first. Merde. It had hurt when she'd been away, but it hurt more, now that she had returned and he could not touch her.

"Jean, I'm-"

Aahz was interrupted as a woman in a slinky night gown emerged from their bedroom. "I'm very disappointed... you're late. It seems I've waited forever in that disgusting bed..." The woman was dark-haired and her face looked like something carved out of alabaster, with perfect red lips and pale brown eyes. "You knew I wanted you." She seemed to ignore Aahz's presence.

Jean-Claude let his end of the marks open enough to project one thought, *Belle Morte, the mother figure of nightmares.* "Oui. What of it?" His entire demeanor seemed to change. He stood straighter, his face turned arrogant, his eyes unfeeling.

"Why did you not come?" She glanced at Aahz. "Is this your human servant? You darling Anita's replacement?"

Aahz bit her tongue, glancing between the two until the vampiress stepped forward, grabbing her by the chin. "Is she mute?"

"No."

"How quaint..."

Jean-Claude stepped up behind Aahz, resting a hand lightly on her back. "I am afraid that is a matter of opinion."

Belle seemed to smirk. "Let me taste her."

Aahz struggled to keep her face even. Oh God...

"Non."

"Oui." Belle looked into Aahz's eyes. "I shall roll her..."

Jean-Claude let the marks open further, his power pulsing through Aahz as Belle attempted to roll her.

"Stop it, Jean-Claude... let her fight me."

Aahz swallowed. Yeah. She could understand a bit better.

Suddenly Belle reached out, tilting her head. "She does not even bear your scars!"

Jean-Claude laughed softly, mockingly. "Non, she does not. There are ways of feeding, Belle, that do not resort to scars."

Belle growled. "You are a fool! You have not even fed yet this night!"

"I was about to feed him but..." Aahz shrugged. "We hadn't expected a guest in our rooms."

Merci, Ma Joli... "Oui. Should you feel the need to visit again, we will be more than prepared, I assure you."

"Prove it!" Belle was nearly livid. "How could you prefer this... human... to me?! She is short... and fat!"

Aahz bit her tongue. Merde...

Jean-Claude tensed, his shoulders tightening. "Perhaps her worth is more than physical, non? Pray tell, what are your redeeming qualities?"

Belle growled. "You know them!"

Aahz pressed into Jean-Claude's hand. "I am sure he does know... and I imagine that it is often you he dreams of." She inclined her head. "You want to watch him feed? Fine. Pick your method. I enjoy his feedings."

"Ma Joli..." Jean-Claude's voice carried a light warning.

Aahz turned, smiling up at him. "Bite me..."

"No! Feed the Arduer!"

Confusion flashed across Aahz's face. Arduer... fire... feed the fire? What fire?

Jean-Claude shut his eyes briefly, a soft sigh escaping him. "As you wish."

*Jean... what is the Arduer?* Aahz swallowed.

"Do it now!" Belle growled loudly. "Now!"

*The Arduer... it is a need to feed from lust.* Jean-Claude's thought seemed to be strained. "One moment, Belle. Ma Joli has been away on business... can we not have a moment to reacquaint ourselves?"

"Hurry it up then."

'Wh...what?' She buried her face in his chest, hiding her expression.

His arms wrapped instinctively around her waist, and he swallowed. 'Je suis désolé...'

"Your moment is up. Fuck her. Into the floor."

Jean-Claude's jaw clenched, and he forced his grip to remain gentle. "Ma Joli?"

She raised her head, meeting his gaze with calm eyes. "Oui?"

"Êtes-vous disposé?" (Are you prepared?)

"Prepared, Mon Vampire?"

"Oui."

Aahz glanced at Belle who took that moment to smirk, "What? Do you not actually have marks on her? Perhaps if you cannot control your servant you are not fit to-"

Aahz shook her head. "For you, Jean-Claude, I am always prepared."

Jean-Claude nodded, glancing at Belle, "I trust you will not interfere."

"Not interfere? Interfere how?" Belle quirked a brow.

"In any possible way, Belle."

Belle rolled her eyes. "Why would I want to?"

Aahz leaned up, kissing Jean-Claude's jaw. God... please let this be a dream... a nightmare....

Jean-Claude turned back to her, lips brushing lightly over hers. Merde. This was not how it was supposed to go...

She squeezed her eyes shut, grabbing at his shirt. Could she do this?

He brushed another kiss over her lips, letting his eyes shut as if that would take away the reality of the situation.

Belle rolled her eyes. "Speed it up!"

Jean-Claude's eyes snapped open, and he pulled back, "Patience is a virtue, is it not? While I am aware you are no longer virtuous, might you make an attempt in redeeming yourself? Good things come to those who wait."

Aahz pouted, nipping at his jaw. "Haven't I waited?"

Belle glared. "Do not-"

Jean-Claude ignored her, concentrating on the small woman in his arms, "Oui... you have waited quite long enough, non?"

Aahz's eyes were shuttered as she nodded. "Love me..."

*I do love you.* He leaned down again, his mouth covering hers.

She kissed him back, her heart heavy. *I love you…*

He parted her lips with his, deepening the kiss. .*'Oui... Je t'aime aussi, though I am aware it may not seem like it much of the time. I am truly sorry, Ma Joli.*

She whimpered, trying not to cry though it sounded more like a sound of passion.

He broke the kiss, trailing his mouth down her jaw. Mon Dieu...

She slid her hands into his curls, fingers massaging gently as she pressed against him.

He buried his face in her neck, pressing soft kisses to the unmarred skin.

How long had it been since they'd made love? Aahz could hardly think of it. She bit her lip, sliding a hand down his back.

His muscles tightened, his mouth reaching the collar of her shirt. Dieu foutu...

She slid her hands around, starting to undo his shirt.

He pulled back enough to pull her shirt over her head, his eyes remorseful as he looked down at her.

Aahz slid his back over his shoulders, letting his shirt fall to the floor before her hands reached for the fly of his pants.

Jean-Claude paused. Every other scar had faded from her... except for one. The gun shot scar was pale, but the shape was easily defined. He raised a hand, trailing a finger over it. "Merde..."

She shivered. "What, Jean?"

"It remains?" His brow furrowed, and he leaned down, brushing a kiss over the scar.

"It.... seems like it..." She stroked his hair. "Don't worry..."

"For you, I worry constantly." He reached behind her, finding the clasp to her bra.

She shivered as the material was pulled away, her nipples budding in the chilled air.

He felt the Arduer flare, letting it flow between them.

Aahz met his gaze with hers. "Jean... use... use your mouth on me..."

"Oui..." Jean-Claude brushed his lips over hers before kneeling, taking one of her taut nipples into his mouth.

She closed her eyes, her back arching as she cupped his face.

He caressed the nub with his tongue, sucking gently.

She whimpered, pressing into his mouth.

He brought a hand up, cupping her other breast.

"J...Jean..."

He pulled back slightly, "Oui?"

She kneeled with him, covering his mouth with hers.

He moved his free hand to the fly of her jeans, fingers pausing on the button as he returned her kiss.

She caressed his chest with her hands, her thumbs finding his nipples.

He moaned softly into her mouth, his fingers flicking open the button. He felt himself grow hard, the Arduer allowing him to feed off their combined lust.

She nipped his lower lip, sliding her hand down to cup his hardness. "Miss me?"

He pressed into her hand, his own hand pulling down her fly, "Oui... more than you know..."

She squirmed slightly, starting to undo the fly on his pants.

He slid a hand into her pants, his fingers pressing against her entrance through the damp material of her underwear.

She grabbed at him, crying out. "Jean!"

"Oui?" His fingers shifted, the pressure evening out.

She spread her legs slightly for him, her folds parting beneath her panties.

He moved his fingers, slipping them inside her panties to enter her wetness.

She leaned forwards against his chest, panting his name. "Jean..."

"Oui?" He swallowed, sliding a finger into her.

She tightened around his finger, her hips rocking. "Mm...." After a second she nipped at his chest, her hand slipping into his pants.

A moan ripped from him as she gripped his length. Dieu... "Ma Joli..." He wanted to be inside her, pushing her to reach her climax...

She swallowed, pulling back. "Y...yes?"

He leaned over her, pushing her gently back onto the floor. "Je..." He shook his head, kissing the corner of her mouth.

'You what?' She nipped his lower lip, pulling him down on top of her.

'Je t'adore.' He settled his weight above her, brushing his lips over hers.

She kissed him, wrapping her arms around him. 'Make me forget she's here... please...'

'I will do my best, Ma Joli.' He returned the kiss, bringing a knee up to press into her.

She whimpered, pressing against him.

He pressed up into her again, finding a rhythm as one of his hands pushed her pants down her hips.

She lifted her hips for him, letting him push the denim down.

He pulled the jeans off of her, tugging off her panties a moment later.

Aahz slid a hand down her body, staring at him. "May I take your pants off?"

"Oui..."

She sat up, pushing his pants down. "You're mine..."

He shifted as she pulled off the pants and boots, "I am yours..."

"Thank you..." She kissed him, pressing herself against him.

He swallowed back a groan, his arms wrapping around her. "You are more than welcome..."

She rubbed herself against his chest, feeling her wetness spread. "I want to taste you... please..."

Jean-Claude made a noise in his throat, "If I may return the favor, Ma Joli..."

She stilled. "You want to...?"

"Oui."

"I... alright..."

He kissed the corner of her mouth, letting his arms fall to his side.

Aahz kissed his jaw, encircling his member with her hand.

He let his eyes shut, head tilting slightly for her. Dieu...

She nipped down his throat, sucking at the tendon there.

He made a quiet sound, pressing his hands flat against the floor, very aware of Belle Morte's presence in the room.

Carefully she nipped and kissed her way down his neck and chest, sucking his nipple into her mouth.

He moaned, "Ma Joli..."

Finally she pulled his member into her mouth, sucking gently as her hands teased him.

His hips pressed up slightly, and he bit back a moan, eyes opening.

Carefully she swallowed, letting him into her throat as she sucked, her tongue caressing.

Jean-Claude's fingers dug into the carpet, and another moan welled in his throat.

Moisture from her mouth acted as a lubricant and she gathered some on the tip of a finger, tracing his entrance with it.

His bum tightened before he forced himself to relax, the moan spilling from him as she pressed her finger in. Dieu... it had been years...

She crooked her finger in a come hither motion, her mouth stroking him in a mimic of things to come.

He cried out, unable to contain the sound as his hips pressed up.

Aahz stroked his prostate again, enjoying the taste of the fluid gathering in her mouth from his arousal.

Jean-Claude tried to gather his thoughts, "Ma Joli..."

"Mmm?" She made the questioning noise around his member, her mouth vibrating around him.

He moaned, fingers digging into the carpet. "Non... I am close..."

She seemed to smile, letting her finger stroke him from within.

He growled softly, the sound a mix of pleasure and approaching frustration, "Ma Joli..."

She could have pouted. Why was he holding himself back?

'Please, Ma Joli... the Arduer is fickle, but more so is Belle Morte... I do not want you hurt because I could not hold back.'

Aahz pulled back, licking her lips. "I'm sorry..."

Jean-Claude raised a hand to cup her face, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, "It is fine, Ma Joli..."

She swallowed, shivering. "I should have listened."

"You did not know." He kissed the corner of her mouth.

She pressed her mouth more firmly to his. "That's because I love doing that."

"Oui... I am aware of the fact..." He smiled slightly, slipping his other arm around her waist.

She flushed slightly. "Your fault..."

"I am aware of that as well." He chuckled softly, kissing a line down her jaw.

She shivered. "Jean..."

"Oui?" He kissed the pulsing vein at her neck, continuing slowly down.

She bit her lip, shaking her head slightly.

He trailed his mouth down between her breasts, kissing each mound respectively.

She whimpered, gripping his shoulders.

He lowered her slowly onto her back, kissing down to the apex of her thighs.

Aahz mewed softly her back arching. Lord, her body didn't know how to respond...

Jean-Claude parted her folds with a finger, licking deliberately up to her clitoris.

She cried out his name, grabbing at him.

He licked at the sensitive nub, sliding his finger back to her entrance.

Her body jerked, tightening. "Jean... Jean please...."

He pulled her clitoris into his mouth carefully, his finger tracing her entrance teasingly.

"Do not let her come that easily, Jean." Belle spat the nickname and Aahz tensed.

Jean-Claude's shoulders tightened in irritation, but he rested a hand on Aahz's hip, pulling back to glare at Belle. "You are not to interfere... this is interference, non?"

Aahz closed her eyes, biting her lip. She wouldn't cry.

Belle snorted, lifting her nose into the air. "Fine!"

Jean-Claude shifted, covering Aahz's body with his own, "Ma Joli?"

Slowly she opened her eyes. "Yes?"

His hand on her hip moved to hold up his weight, "Do you wish to continue?" If she didn't, he would not force her. Belle Morte be damned, he would not sink to the levels of rape!

She leaned up, kissing him. "I love you." 'And if we don't... you'll be hurt. I won't have that.'

"Je t'aime aussi." He returned the kiss, one of his hands moving back to her entrance. 'Oui... but I do not wish to hurt you, and never in this way.'

'It'll... it'll be okay. I don't like it but...' She swallowed, her tongue sliding slowly along his.

He shut his eyes, seeming to concentrate on the kiss as his finger pushed inside of her. 'Oui. We must have a proper discussion later... There are things I must explain.'

'Yes...' She pressed up into his hand, her own sliding over his body.

His muscles tightened under her hand, and he moved his finger in slow thrusts, adding another finger moments later. 'Je t'aime...'

'Je t'aime aussi...' She broke the kiss, nipping his jaw. "Take me..."

"As you wish..." He pulled his fingers from her, shifting to press his tip against her entrance.

She winced as he pressed inside, grabbing at him. "Slow..."

He swallowed, holding still half inside her, "Oui... Je suis désolé..."

She kissed him softly. 'Non. I've just finished my flow is all... you know I'm sore after...'

He returned the kiss, parting her lips gently. 'Oui... I am, however, still sorry. Are you more comfortable, Ma Joli?'

'Mm...' She pressed up, taking the rest of him deep. 'Am I?'

He moaned softly, shifting his hips till he pressed against her clitoris. 'I believe so...'

She whimpered into his mouth, squirming slightly.

He pulled out of her slowly, breaking the kiss as he thrust back into her.

She moaned, arching her back as she wrapped her legs around him.

He continued the ancient movements, the tilt to her hips allowing him to press against her clitoris and brush the spot deep within her simultaneously.

She smoothed her hands down his back just as he liked, kneading here and there.

He pressed his face into her neck, a moan rising from him. His hips increased the pressure of their thrusts, though he still managed to be gentle.

She mewed at him, nuzzling his neck before nibbling gently.

He groaned, nipping carefully at her as his hips moved with hers.

She swallowed, tilting her head so that her pulse was exposed. 'Bite me... please... give me your mark... Please…’

He kissed the vein tenderly, then bit down, fangs sliding into her neck.

She moaned, tightening around his member, her hand stroking his chest.

He moaned back, taking the first draw on her neck as their hips worked together.

Her hips jerked hard against his. 'I'm...'

'Close.' He finished for her, fighting to keep his hold on her neck without hurting her. He swallowed, her lust washing over him. Dieu...

She stiffened before coming against him, calling out his name.

He let himself go a thrust later, releasing her neck as his hips jerked in his climax.

Aahz came down from cloud nine almost immediately as she heard clapping.

"Bravo... bravo..."

Jean-Claude bit back a groan, pulling slowly out of Aahz, despite wanting to hold her close until dawn.

Aahz sat up slowly as he pulled away, wrapping her arms around herself.

"I must say, Jean-Claude... you're losing your touch. Or she's just not responsive." Belle shrugged.

Jean-Claude's face smoothed over, and he began to gather the clothes, "My touch is none of your concern, though perhaps it was the company and circumstances that allowed the activities to lack."

"Of course it wasn't, was it, Ass?"

Aahz lifted her head. "It's Aahz... and quite frankly, I don't like to be watched."

Jean-Claude offered her his shirt, "If you wish to shower, Ma Joli, nothing has been moved since your... trip."

She wrapped the lacey confection around herself, standing. "Thank you..." She bit her lip. "Where's Jesse?"

"Jesse? You mean that horrid creature?" Belle sneered.

Jean-Claude stood, not bothering with clothes. "What have you done with him?" His voice was cold, brittle, as if you could shatter it with one wrong move.

Belle smirked. "Nothing."

Aahz wanted to scream at this... woman... but bit her tongue instead. Jesse... oh God...

"Belle..." Jean-Claude kept his eyes fixed on the vampiress in front of them, refusing the urge to glance around the room.

"He is in the closet."

Aahz glared harshly at the vampiress before rushing over and opening the door. Jesse was there... unconscious on the floor. "J...Jean?" She kneeled, trying to see if the dog had a pulse somehow.

"How sweet... worried over some mutt..."

Jean-Claude shut his eyes for a moment, counting to five before opening them again, "Get out. You may remain in the Circus, but the private quarters of my staff and myself are no longer open to you or your minions. Remove yourself from them now, before I remove you myself."

Belle sneered. "As if you could better me..."

Jean-Claude set the clothes down on the coffee table, taking a step towards her, "I do not doubt it will be unpleasant if we are forced to discover the answer. Get out."

She growled before slamming from the room.

Jean-Claude let the tension drain from his shoulders as he turned back to Aahz, who was still kneeling next to the unconscious Jesse. "Ma Joli?"

She looked at him, shaking slightly as the tears in her eyes finally escaped. "Is he...?"

He moved to her, kneeling next to the viszla. He smoothed a hand down the down the dogs coat, the auburn fur soft under his hands. He felt Jesse's heart beat once... then finally twice. "Non... He lives."

She leaned down, hugging the dog, her tears wetting his fur. "My poor beast..."

He rested a hand on her back, rubbing it gently through his shirt.

"What'd she do to you..." She kissed the dog's side, raising her head.

Jean-Claude watched as the dog stirred, his eyes opening slowly. The vampire nodded slowly. Belle had said she'd been in the bed for hours... She must have knocked Jesse out as she came in.

"Baby Dog?" Aahz sniffed, rubbing Jesse's ears.

Jesse licked at her arm, tail wagging slowly.

"I'm sorry, Jesse-row...." She leaned down, kissing the beast again.

Jesse licked at her face, tail beating the floor with a bit more energy.

She sniffed, glancing at Jean-Claude.

He met her gaze, letting Jesse lick his hand as the Beast nosed at him.

More tears trailed from her eyes and she looked down.

"Ma Joli?" Jean-Claude scratched at the dog’s ears, swallowing.

"Mm?" She looked back up, wiping at her face.

"Shall I call a veterinarian?"

She nodded. "I'll... I'm taking him..."

He nodded, standing. It would be odd to be without the dog in the rooms. He'd grown rather accustomed to Jesse's presence, but... Perhaps it would be better, if he could not be with Aahz, that the Beast stay with his original Master.

Aahz stood. "I... I need my clothes..."

"On the coffee table." Jean-Claude picked up the phone, reaching for the phone book.

Aahz swallowed at his tone. "I... I'm going to use the bathroom." She kept her gaze lowered, moving down the hall.

He sighed, flipping through the book to find the correct number, dialing quickly. Merde.

"St. Louis University, Veterinary Hospital, how may I help you?"

He paused for a moment before describing the situation as quickly as possible, listening for any sign of Aahz from the bathroom.

The shower clicked on and Jesse climbed shakily to his feet.

"Sir, did you hear my question?"

Jean-Claude blinked, and shook himself. "My apologies... Non."

"How old is this dog? Has it had its shots?"

That is two questions... 'Ma Joli?' "One moment."

There was silence for a moment before he finally heard, 'What?'

'How old is the Beast?'

'I... about two and a half.'

'Merci. Has he had his shots?'

'Yeah...'

"Sir?"

"Oui?" Jean-Claude blinked, cutting off the connection with Aahz.

"Can you answer my questions?"

"Oui." He sighed, "Jesse is two and a half, having acquired his shots."

"Thank you. When shall we expect you?"

"An hour, perhaps an hour and a half."

Jesse whined softly, limping towards Jean-Claude as the person at the vet's said goodbye and hung up.

Jean-Claude blinked down at the dog, sighing. Merde. Things just kept getting worse...

Jesse nosed at the vampire for a moment, looking around.

Jean-Claude offered the dog a hand, wondering idly if he would be able to get a shower.

Jesse whimpered again, sitting down.

The vampire frowned, crouching. Jesse's right front leg was bent at an angle that was no where near natural, and Jean-Claude stopped himself from reaching out to touch the obvious break.

Aahz padded out of the bathroom a minute later, hugging herself. "What'd... what'd the vet say?"

"Nothing helpful, I am afraid." Jean-Claude looked up at Aahz, expression smoothed over.

She gasped as she saw Jesse. "Oh my God..."

Jean-Claude nodded, standing and stepping back.

"I... I thought he'd just... hit his head..." She crouched, her hands shaking as she stroked the dog's ear. "My poor baby...."

Jesse licked at her hand, keeping his leg away from the ground.

"Stupid... stupid bitch... I wish I..." She nuzzled the dog's face. "I wish I could break her like she broke you..."

Now that was a thought... Jean-Claude cleared his throat quietly. "I will be in the shower, Ma Joli." He moved towards the bathroom, feet padding silently over the carpet.

She nodded slowly. "Okay..."

He disappeared into the bathroom, sighing softly. Dieu...

Aahz sat down on the floor, stroking Jesse slowly. She felt dirty. And it wasn't Jean's fault. She should get ready to get Jesse out.

Jean-Claude rested his head against the cool wall of the shower, turning the water up to a nearly scalding heat. He needed to be clean when it was time to leave. He'd forgotten how... potent Belle Morte's presence could be, and during an act like feeding the Arduer... A fine tremble ran down his spine, and he reached for the soap.

Standing, Aahz made her way into the bedroom, hoping to grab a few more things that she'd left. She stilled as she opened the door. The entire room reeked of the perfume Belle Morte had been wearing... but mostly it smelled of stale sex and disuse.

Swallowing, she stepped inside. The bed was unmade... much in the same position it'd been in when she'd left. What...? Had he gone back to sleeping in his coffin?

Jean-Claude would have liked to scrub himself till he was red, but his skin remained stubbornly milk-pale. He could have stood for hours and scrubbed, and there would have been no physical change. He sighed, setting the soap aside and reaching for the shampoo.

Aahz bit her lip, moving over to the closet. Clothing... had she left some there? Of course. She gasped as she saw the present, still there. Oh God...

Jean-Claude stepped out of the shower several minutes later, water dripping from his body as he reached for a towel.

Jesse laid down, careful not to jostle his leg as Aahz emerged, empty-handed. She couldn't. She just couldn't take anything.

Jean-Claude paused on his way to the bedroom, his eyes studying Aahz. She looked so... lost. It made his chest ache to think of her in such a state, and he stepped into the bedroom.

She sat on the couch, pulling her knees to her chest, staring at the carpet. At the carpet where she and Jean-Claude had... had... She swallowed.

He came out several minutes later, dressed in the first things he had been able to pull from the wardrobe. The black jeans were slightly rumpled, but clung to him like a second skin. The silk black shirt was sticking to his not completely dry chest, and his hair was damp, but brushed, falling in curls down his back. "Ma Joli?"

Jesse tilted his head as his Mistress stared silent, obviously in another place and time.

Jean-Claude frowned, moving to sit next to her on the couch. "Ma Joli?"

She jerked, looking at him. "Yeah?"

"Are you alright?"

She bit her lip, then nodded. "Yeah."

"We must take the Beast soon. His leg..." Jean-Claude shook his head. It didn't need an explanation.

"We?" Aahz sat up slowly, her feet lowering to the floor. "Jean... I... I want to take him. By.... myself."

"Non." He shook his head, "I do not want you alone in the city. It is not safe at this time."

"It's not safe-" She stopped herself. "Jean... I'm a grown woman."

"I am aware of that, Ma Joli. Even grown women get into trouble. I do not wish for you to be hurt."

She swallowed. "I was hurt here Jean. And not by you... mostly not by you."

"I do not wish for you to be hurt further. You are-" He bit back a sigh as she interrupted him. My soul.

"Jean... please. I'll be fine." She bit her lip. "I can't... I need to think. Please."

He clasped his hands in his lap, "You need to think?" He repeated. Think? About what?

She nodded softly. "Yes. I... We just... She watched us! And..."

"She would have done worse, Ma Joli. Much worse." He ran a hand through his hair, "And that is why I do not want you alone in the city. I do not want to risk losing you."

She stood. "Jean-Claude... I need to be alone right now. You... didn't tell me about this... arduer... or really anything because you thought you were protecting me... and I can't have that. I can't. And I love you and want to be with you but I'm a grown woman. I can take care of myself."

Jean-Claude stood as well, towering over her, "Ma Joli, there are some things that you cannot protect yourself from! The Council, especially Belle Morte, is one of those things. Is it such a shock that I wish to protect you out of love?"

She stepped back from him. "No... it's not. But your methods aren't working... what happened here... you protected me... but had you told me about the arduer I wouldn't have opened my mouth. That wasn't protecting.”

"Non, that was foolish of myself and of you." He fought the urge to step closer to her again, "By all means, point out my weaknesses! Drive the knife deeper, and do not forget to twist!"

"Jean, I'm not-"

"You are, whether you know you are or not!"

She stepped back again, feeling physical pain at his words, almost as if she'd been slashed at.

Jesse got to his feet, growling at Jean-Claude despite the fact that he was only using three legs.

Jean-Claude's hands fisted at his sides, and he forced his voice to be calm, though his temper simmered just beneath the surface. "Go if you wish to, but you cannot say I did not warn you."

Aahz swallowed, looking at Jesse. "Jean, I love you. I just... I need some time... please... try to understand that."

"I understand, Ma Joli."

She looked down. "I'll... I'll call. Or... you could call me... I don't know."

"I know not how much time you need, but I have no doubt one of us will call, when the time is right." He slowly unclenched his fists, though he somehow still seemed hostile.

Aahz turned, heading for the door, grabbing the leash from the back of the couch. "Jesse, come."

Jean-Claude forced the marks shut as the dog limped towards her. If she wished for time, he would give it to her, completely uninterrupted.

She stiffened, putting the leash on Jesse. "Bye."

"Au revior."

Aahz turned, leaving the rooms slowly with the injured dog.
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