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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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Gregory sat on the couch, his fingers toying idly with his navel piercing. Caleb would be out of the shower soon... then... then they'd be talking to Micah and Laura. Telling them... what had happened. Great.

"Brooding, Gregory?" Micah quirked a brow, rather in a pleasant mood, though he was still a might irked with the were.

Laura was curled up on the other end of the couch, feet tucked under her as she doodled. "Or just bored?"

"Both." Gregory sighed. "Caleb, how long does it take to shower? Jeez..."

"Pretty long to do it right." Caleb grinned as he came into the room, tightening the drawstring on his pants.

Micah rolled his eyes. "Now..."

"Yeah." Gregory sat up straighter. "About... the kidnapping..."

Caleb sat down next to his lover, taking his hand.

Laura set aside her sketchbook, shifting to face the rest of the room. "First things first... How are you, Gregory?"

"How am I?" Gregory furrowed his brow.

Laura nodded, "How are you feeling?"

"Um... okay, I guess..." He glanced at Caleb.

Micah quirked a brow. "You guess?"

"Yeah?"

"Where'd the dominance you showed last night go?"

Caleb squeezed Gregory's hand, offering him a smile.

"I... don't know." Gregory looked down, making Micah sigh.

Laura stood, moving over to the Nimir Raj. "What did you want to tell us?"

"Well... You wanted to talk about it..."

Laura sighed. This is what she got for making men talk about their feelings. "Is there anything that happened while you were... gone that we should know about?"

"Um..." Gregory shrugged. "He kidnapped me, tied me up, wasn't disgusted by the fact that I was a child prostitute... was by the navel piercing... bonked him upside the head to get out... and he made me think of my father..."

Micah nodded slowly. "Alright."

"Wait." Laura frowned, "I thought you said he had you tied up."

"He did... I said I had to go to the bathroom... there wasn't one in the place so he was going to take me to the corner store so I could go." Gregory bit his lip, looking at Caleb.

Caleb laced their fingers. "I found him awhile later... Followed his scent just out of the city. He was curled up in an alley, not hurt, but..." He shrugged.

Gregory looked down.

"But what?" Micah frowned, concerned.

Caleb bit his lip, shrugging.

Laura's brow furrowed. Gregory had said Thomas had made him think of his father... If Caleb was telling the truth, and Gregory wasn't hurt physically, but emotionally...

"Maybe I should call Richard... he has a shrink in his pack-" Micah paused as Gregory's head jerked up.

Caleb squeezed Gregory's hand again, watching his lover. "Greg?"

"I don't need a shrink. I've made it this far without one."

Laura frowned, "Gregory, maybe you'll be able to talk to someone else better than you can to us. You don't have to, and we won't make you, but think about it."

"I don't need one. There. It's thought about." Gregory stood. "I'll... clean the kitchen."

Micah frowned. "Gregory. Do not disrespect your leaders."

Caleb let Gregory pull away, biting his tongue.

Laura shook her head, "Micah... It's fine."

Gregory took a deep breath, lowering his head.

Micah shook his head. "Fine."

Caleb glanced at his lover. Dammit. "Need any help in the kitchen, Greg?"

Gregory glanced at his lover. "I... please."

Caleb stood, glancing at Micah and Laura. He felt like he needed to say something, but there was nothing to say.

Micah glanced at the lovers. "Go."

Caleb nodded, leading Gregory into the kitchen.

Laura sighed, moving back to the couch and her sketchbook. "Well..."

"Well what? Laura, you can't let him treat you like that."

"He's clearly not recovered yet. It's fine, Micah." She curled up in the corner again, pulling her sketchbook into her lap and meeting his gaze steadily.

"No... it's not. He's acting like a child." The Nimir Raj paced.

She sighed, reaching for her pencil. "He just got kidnapped. Can you blame him for being a little insecure?"

"The point is, in some cases, like last night, he's not acting insecure." Micah sat, rubbing his temples.

Laura started the rough outlines for a sketch, "In some cases, yes... but what about the cases where he is? He can't help it, Micah."

"Pet..." Micah sighed.

"What?" She looked up at him, "He's had a hard life. I don't want to make it any harder for him."

"And I do?" Micah frowned.

"I never said that." The Nimir Ra sighed, setting aside her sketchbook.

"That's what you implied." He sighed again, standing. "I need to get ready for my meeting."

She shook her head, "If that's what I implied, I didn't mean to." She glanced up at him, "I'll see you later."

He nodded at her, heading into the bedroom to get his tie and jacket.

She sighed, resting her head on the arm of the couch. Great.

Gregory swallowed, biting his lip as he stepped from the kitchen. "Nimir Ra?"

Laura blinked, raising her head. "You know my name, Gregory, and I've heard you use it before."

Gregory kept his head low as he kneeled next to her. "I think it necessary for this. The Nimir Raj was right. I was out of line. I'm sorry."

She sighed, reaching down to tilt his head up. "It's fine, Gregory... We just have to make sure it doesn't happen again, alright?"

He swallowed. "I don't understand it. I'm not Dom... and it keeps happening... these... little bursts of it..."

"Maybe you're just finding people you're dominant over."

"Over Micah? You or Jean-Claude? No..." Gregory lowered his head again.

Laura bit back a sigh, "I don't know, Gregory... I wouldn't be surprised if you were dominant over me. I'm not that dominant, but..." She shrugged, glancing up as Caleb stepped into the room.

"You are Nimir Ra. You are dominant." Gregory raised his head. "And even if you say you aren't, Micah and Jean-Claude are both much more so than I am. More than I'd want to be."

"I don't know, Gregory. I'm sorry." Laura sighed, rubbing her forehead.

Caleb moved to his lover and the Nimir Ra, leaning against the couch.

Gregory looked up at his lover, "Don't worry. I'll be fine." Gregory furrowed his brow. "Please don't fight with the Nimir Raj over me. I'm not worth it."

Laura shook her head, "That's where you're wrong, Gregory. All of you are worth it."

Gregory sighed. "You two have been tense since I... got back."

"I know." Laura bit her lip, brow furrowing. Why had they been tense? Had she done something wrong?

"Micah's had some problems at work too... maybe... maybe you could talk to him about those?"

Laura nodded, "I could... but I don't want to give him more stress."

"Wouldn't it help?" Gregory tilted his head.

"I don't know." She sighed, "I'm going to go talk to him. Thank you."

Caleb watched in rare silence as Laura stood, carefully making her way towards the lower bedroom.

Gregory swallowed, leaning forward to rest his chin on the couch.

Caleb rested his head on his lover's shoulder. "You okay, Greg?"

"I guess."

Caleb rubbed his cheek against Gregory's back. "Guessing's no good."

"I'm just... sick of messing up other peoples' stuff..."

"Are you sure it's your fault?"

"It started with me, Cale." Gregory sighed.

"Maybe it didn't." Caleb moved, hauling himself up to stretch out on the couch.

Gregory frowned lifting his head.

Caleb rolled onto his side, resting his head on his arm, "Seriously. Maybe they were being all tense-y before Thomas was stupid, and they just didn't let us see it."

"Maybe." Gregory closed his eyes for a moment. "I really hope they don't do something stupid... like Jean-Claude."

Caleb nodded, "Me too."

Gregory bit his lip, crawling on the couch in front of his lover.

Caleb scooted backwards, making room for him.

Gregory snuggled into him. "I love you."

Caleb shut his eyes, his arms wrapping around Gregory's waist. "I love you too."

"Cale?"

"Yeah?"

Gregory paused. "I don't want to be alone."

Caleb kissed the soft spot behind his lover's ear, "Then you won't be alone."

He shivered. "Promise?"

"Promise."

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Micah growled at himself as he struggled to tie the tie for the fourth time. "Damn it..." he muttered.

Laura paused outside the door before opening it quietly and slipping in. Her lips quirked into a soft smile as she saw him. "Need any help?"

He glanced at her, staying quiet for a second before saying, "Please."

She moved towards him, reaching up to fix the knot he'd managed to get the tie into. "Micah?"

"Yeah?"

She bit her lip, tying the tie slowly. Crap. How was she supposed to talk to him about this? "Are you okay?" Oh, original.

He glanced down at her. "Of course..."

She smoothed her hand down the tie as she finished. "Are we okay?"

He cupped her face. "Pet... We're... tense. That's all. I really don't know why... we just are. And the stuff going on at work isn't helping-"

"What's going on at work?" She bit her lip, face confused and concerned.

"We lost our legal advisor... so we need to find another lawyer... soon. And they have to be tolerant of weres and be more concerned with the mission than with filling their pockets. Until then... everything's a mess."

"Oh." She was quiet for a moment, "Have you asked Jean-Claude and Richard about advertising within the Pack and the clubs?"

"Haven't had time." Micah rubbed at his neck, leaning down to brush his lips over hers. "Don't worry about it."

She shook her head, leaning up to straighten his collar. "I can talk to Richard at work, and maybe Caleb or Gregory can ask Jean-Claude."

"Pet... you don't have to..."

"I know... but I want to help, Micah."

He leaned down, pressing his lips to hers. "I love you."

"I love you too." She returned the kiss, pushing herself up on tiptoes.

He smiled. "Pet... we're nearly the same height..." Micah wrapped his arms around her. "I wish I didn't have this meeting..."

"You're three inches taller than me!" She rested her head on his shoulder. "I wish you didn't have this meeting too."

"It shouldn't take that long... would you like to do something after?" He rubbed his cheek along hers. "Go out for breakfast?"

She returned the gesture, "Breakfast sounds good."

"Then... I want to come back here and hold you."

"That sounds even better."

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Alex bit his lip, knocking on Michele's door. She hadn't been at the park when he'd gone last with Jesse. In fact, she hadn't been anywhere that he knew to find her since they'd had a fight. He'd called, but couldn't make himself leave a message. He was past worried. He was damn near frantic.

"Just a second!" Barking could be heard in the background.

Alex felt the tight not in his stomach loosen slightly, and he waited patiently for the door to open.

Michele opened the door, paint on her face, in her hair, along with a pencil and spare brush. "Alex... I..."

"Did I come at a bad time?" Alex blinked. Lord... And he'd thought she was beautiful before.

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

"I tried to call... but it just kept ringing and I don't usually leave messages..." He shrugged, uncertainty filling him.

"Oh. My... my phone broke. The ringer..." She bit her lip. "I've been relying on the machine... so... so I could call people back..."

"Oh." He swallowed. "So..."

She rubbed at her temple before her eyes widened. "Oh no!" She looked down at herself before biting her lip. "I... I'm all paint... and you... oh darn it!"

He blinked, "What? You look fine." More than fine!

"Alex... I'm a mess..." She shook her head. "Come on in..."

"It's a good kind of mess, though." He stepped inside as she moved out of the way, grinning down at Bonnie, who had a speck of blue paint on her nose.

"Bonnie..." Michele sighed, leaning down to try and wipe the paint away.

Bonnie sneezed and pulled back, nose seemingly wrinkled.

Alex shut the door softly, looking around the apartment.

Michele faced him, biting her lip. "So... how... how have you been?" She wiped her hands down the front of her overalls that were stained in layers of paint.

"I've been better." He shoved his hands in his pockets, looking at her from under the fringe of his bangs. "You?"

She shrugged. "I... the same?" She chewed at her lower lip.

"I miss you." He looked at anything but her, pulling a hand from his pocket to brush his hair from his eyes.

She hugged herself. "Me too..."

He swallowed, "I'm sorry."

Michele stared at him, uncertain of what to say.

Alex met her gaze, tempted to just leave.

"Alex... I don't... I don't know what I'm supposed to say..."

"Neither do I." He sighed, "I have one thing I can say."

"You do?" Please God... don't let him end this...

"I love you."

She stepped forward, then stopped. "I... I love you too..."

He pulled his other hand out of his pocket. "What... were you going to do?" He bit his lip, then let it go. Damn. He'd second-guessed himself all the way here... did he need third or fourths?

"I... was going to hug you... but I'm covered in wet paint..." She bit her lip.

He looked down at himself. The jeans he had on weren't old, but they were getting there, beginning to fade out in the knees. The shirt was one he'd 'borrowed' from James years ago, the cotton bearing signs of older stains. "I don't care... I just want to be able to hold you right now."

"Are you sure? Paint doesn’t... well... acrylic paint doesn't come out..."

He stepped forward instead of answering, pulling her into a soft hug.

She snuggled into him, inhaling deeply. "Thank you..."

"You're welcome..." He rested his head against hers, feeling more whole than he had for days.

"You'll get paint in your hair..."

"I'll risk it."

"Mmkay." She closed her eyes, kissing his chest.

He felt her relax against him, and he smiled slightly. This was right. It just... felt right.

"I can't believe how much I missed you..."

"If it's as much as I missed you, you should believe it..." He let his eyes drift shut, enjoying the quiet moment.

Several minutes later, Michele pulled back. "Do you want to see what I've been painting?"

Alex nodded, "Definitely." He'd noticed the canvas in the corner, but it was turned away from the door, and he couldn't see what it held.

She laced her fingers with his, pulling him over.

It took him a minute to process what he was seeing. It looked like him... but it didn't. It looked... better than him. "That's me?" He blinked, looking down at her.

She frowned. "I... it isn't obvious?" And she'd thought it one of her best pieces thus far...

He smiled, "Yeah... after a second. It just... It looks better than me. Lord, Michele... This is awesome!" His smile widened, squeezing her hand gently.

"Alex... that's you. That's how you look... I didn't change anything..." She bit her lip.

He shrugged, eyes studying the canvas.

She shifted. "So... another painting for my closet when it's dry..."

He shook his head, "No... Michele, have you ever tried to sell any of your paintings? If all of them are as good as this is..." He blinked, looking down at her.

"Sell them?" She blinked. "Why... why would I?"

"You're more than good enough for it..." He glanced at the painting. "Can I see the others?"

She nodded slowly. "I... I guess."

Alex leaned down, brushing his lips over hers, "I love you."

She smiled shyly. "I love you too." She swallowed. "They're in my closet... so... yeah."

He let her lead him into the bedroom, his mind buzzing. The painting in the living room was of the first drawing she'd done of him. It was excellent, and he struggled to wrap his head around the fact that it was HIM, not someone else who had a vague resemblance. If he admitted it to himself, it wasn't a vague resemblance. The picture really did look like him, but in paint.

Michele let go of his hand so she could open the closet, which contained not a single stitch of clothing. "Well... there you go. My... stash."

Alex blinked. "Wow." The canvases were stacked on top of each other haphazardly, a large stack of paper sitting on top of the canvases in the corner. He moved to the closet, picking up one of the pieces of paper. It seemed to be recent, a picture of Bonnie lying down in the park.

She hugged herself. "Yeah... that one's crappy... her nose is all wrong."

He shook his head, "It's better than anything I could've done..." He picked up the next picture, head tilting slightly as he looked at it.

Michele chewed at her lip. "Um."

"Um?" Alex looked up, blinking at her.

"Just... um. Would you like something? To... eat or drink?"

He shook his head, "No thanks. I ate before I came."

"Alright." She chewed at her lip again. "The... the more recent paintings are to the left..."

"Okay." He set down the two sheets of paper, stepping towards the newer paintings.

"I don't think I could sell them... who would want them?"

"I would." He glanced at her as he picked up the first canvas.

"You don't count..." She said affectionately.

"Darn." He smiled slightly, looking down at the canvas in his hands.

It was the painting of a small girl she'd seen in the park, flying a kite high in the air as autumn leaves swirled around her.

Alex turned to look at her, unsure if he could put into words what he was thinking. "Michele..."

"Yeah?" She swallowed.

"These are..."

She quirked a brow, not knowing what to say.

He set the canvas down on top of the others. "They're better than good, but I can't think of the right words to describe it."

Michele shook her head. "It's okay, but it's no Monet..."

Alex shook his head, "No... because if Monet did it, it'd be Monet, not you."

She blinked. "I mean, it's not that great..."

"I know, but it is that great, if for different reasons than Monet was great." He sighed, "I'm not making sense, am I?"

"Well... it makes sense... but I don't agree with it." She leaned up, kissing his jaw.

He kissed the corner of her mouth, "You should."

She smiled softly. "I'm going to go grab a soda... you can keep looking..."

"Alright." He smiled slightly back, turning back to the closet.

Michele left him, blushing slightly with pleasure. He liked her stuff!

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Michele was just about finished cleaning her paintbrushes when she felt Alex wrap his arms around her from behind. "Hi..." She glanced at him. "I'm sorry... I didn't want my brushes to get ruined..."

"It's okay." He rested his chin on her shoulder, "Your pictures are beautiful..."

"I'm not going to argue with you... I give up." She leaned into him.

"I'm glad." He smiled, turning his head to kiss her neck.

She shivered, her tummy tightening. "Alex..."

"Yeah?"

"That's... tingle causing..."

His lips quirked, "Ah... sorry..."

"Sure..." She shifted against him.

He bit at his lip, trying to ignore the friction she was creating. "Don't believe me?"

"Not... really."

He kissed the spot behind her ear, "Aw... why?"

She shifted her hips against his again. "Don't know..."

His breath caught, and he shifted back against her, "Oh..."

She set down the brush in her hands, shutting off the water as she turned. "Kiss me?"

He brushed his lips over hers, "Like this?"

"Close..." She pressed her lips against his.

His lips twitched, and he returned the kiss.

She slid a hand up to the back of his neck, water dripping from it.

He made a surprised noise in the back of his throat, pulling back slightly as several drops of water slid down into his shirt.

She laughed softly. "Oops..."

"Cold..." Alex was fighting off a smile of his own, reaching behind him to press the water into his shirt.

"Sorry..." She kissed his chin.

He brushed his lips over hers as he felt the drops soak into the cotton. "It's okay."

"You distract me." She leaned against him.

He wrapped his arms around her waist again, "Should I leave?"

She blinked. "I... do you want to?" Please... please stay...

"No." He kissed the corner of her mouth, "I'd stay all day if I could."

"Do you have to work?"

"Yeah." He sighed.

She bit her lip, pulling back slightly. "Alex..."

His brow furrowed slightly, "Yeah?"

"You... won the lottery. Why are you still working... there?"

"Well..." Did she disapprove? Maybe she didn't want to be associated with a stripper...

"I just... sometimes you don't seem like you like it there..."

"I don't, I guess... Jean-Claude's an ass, but everyone else... they're like family. And Aahz said she'd visit, and I don't want to not be there when she is..."

Michele nodded, brushing her lips over his. "I just want you happy..."

Bonnie came into the kitchen, sitting at their feet.

"I know..." Alex returned the brushing kiss before glancing at Bonnie. "We still have to tell Aahz that Bonnie's pregnant."

Michele looked at the dog. "Yeah... she's only got a bit more to go..."

"We can call her or something. I've got her cell number..."

She offered him a small smile. "You could ask if she'd like to visit..."

He brushed his lips over hers, "As much as I love Aahz, in the strictly sibling kind of way, I'd rather spend some time with you."

Michele blinked. "Alex... you haven't seen her... it'd be fine..."

"I can call her later, Michele. It's not that big of a deal." Alex shrugged.

"You're sure?"

"Very."

She brushed her lips over his jaw. "Alright..."

He turned his head, catching her lips with his.

"Mm..." Her lips parted, her tongue darting out to tease his lower lip.

He parted his lips, letting her take charge of the kiss.

She kissed him carefully, almost as if she was afraid that she'd mess up.

He returned the sweet kiss, his movements gentle.

She wiped her hands on her overalls, drying them before cupping his face.

He shut his eyes, moving his hands to rest them on her hips.

She pressed against him, sucking slightly at his tongue.

He made a soft, encouraging noise in his throat, pulling her closer.

She kissed him a bit more freely, her tongue sliding along his.

He shivered, returning her caress as his eyes opened.

She pressed against him, feeling him rise hard against her tummy.

His arms slipped around her waist, and he tilted his head into the kiss.

Michele whimpered a bit, need pooling in her tummy.

Alex pulled back slightly, his breathing uneven. "Michele..."

"Yes...?"

He shook his head, kissing a line down her jaw.

She bit her lip, tilting her head. "Alex...."

"Yes?" He nipped gently, soothing it with a kiss before moving on to her neck.

She shook her head. "Never... never mind..."

He nipped at her earlobe, pulling it into his mouth to sooth the red mark with his tongue.

Michele moaned, rubbing against him.

Alex moaned softly, letting her earlobe go and continuing down her neck.

She slid a hand down and over his chest.

His muscles tightened, and he nibbled at her pulse.

She whimpered, wrapping her arms around his waist, her hand brushing across his bottom.

He made a noise in his throat, moving his mouth down until he met the material of her overalls.

"Sorr... sorry..." She made sure her hands were well away from that part of his anatomy.

He lifted his head, swallowing. "Sorry?"

"I... grabbed your bum..." She bit her lip.

"I know..." He blinked. Why was she sorry? They'd done more than that...

"I just... I should have asked... or... something." She blushed.

"It's okay..." A slight smile tugged at his lips.

"Seriously?" She bit her lip.

"Seriously."

"Can I...?"

He nodded, watching her face closely.

Still blushing, her hand shyly cupped his butt.

The muscles tightened under her touch, and he shifted slightly against her hand.

She bit her lip again, worrying it between her teeth. She liked this... his... his butt.

Alex swallowed, "Michele..."

She stilled before sliding her hand away, tucking both behind her back.

He blinked, "Michele?"

"Yeah?"

"Are you okay?"

"I... of course. I just... I thought you wanted me to stop so... I did?"

He shook his head, "If you want to stop we can..."

She furrowed her brow. "I thought you wanted to..."

"Stop? Not really..."

"Oh." She bit her lip. "Sorry."

"It's okay." He raised a hand to cup her face, smiling slightly.

"I'm just... still all new at this..."

"I know." He brushed his lips over hers. "There's no rush for anything, okay? And you don't need to apologize."

Michele kissed him, leaning back into the counter.

Alex kissed her back, shifting so that he was leaning slightly over her.

She wrapped her arms around him again, fingers teasing his back.

He shivered, resting a hand on the edge of the counter, the other sliding down her side to rest at her hip.

She shivered back, pressing into him.

A sound close to a whimper escaped him, and he pressed back into her.

Michele slid a hand around to his chest, sliding it low down his stomach.

His abdomen tightened, and he moving his hand from her hip to rest just beneath her breasts.

She made a noise in her throat, cupping him through his pants.

He moaned, pressing into her hand. Damn...

She traced him gently, breaking the kiss to kiss his jaw.

He bit his lip, tilting his head to the side. Lord...

"I missed you..." She sucked at his pulse.

He swallowed back a groan, his hand moving up to slip into her overalls, cupping her breast through the thin material of her shirt. "Missed you too..."

She shivered against him, her hand gripping him a bit.

The groan slipped through his defenses, and his thumb brushed over her nipple.

"Alex... can we...?"

"Yes..." He swallowed, his hazel eyes dark.

She kissed him, her hand massaging his hardness in small circles.

He moaned, pulling back from her kiss for a moment, "Going to pick you up..."

She blinked. "I... okay?"

He crouched slightly, picking her up, forcing her to wrap her legs around his waist.

She whimpered, grabbing his shoulders as she shut her eyes.

"Bed...?"

She nodded shakily against his neck.

He moved out of the kitchen, careful of bumping into the canvas on the way to the bedroom.

She shifted against his hardness, a noise coming from her throat.

Alex drew in a sharp breath, shutting the bedroom door behind them.

"Alex..." She kissed his throat.

He pressed her carefully up against the door, eyes shutting. "Mm?"

"I want..."

He pressed up into her, "This?"

She cried out, nodding.

He let her down slowly, his fingers moving to trace one of the clasps on her over alls.

She shivered, her legs a bit unsteady. "You... you have condoms, right?"

"I have one..." He unlatched the clasp, letting the strap fall to her side. He'd replaced the one from his wallet, though at the time he'd had little hope of ever using it.

She swallowed. "I...one? I should... see about getting some..."

"I have more at home..." He moved his hand to the other clasp, unlatching it so the strap fell to join the other.

"But... I should have some for here..." She bit her lip as the overalls fell to her barely there hips.

He shrugged, resting a hand on her hip, conveniently just above the overalls. "You don't need to..."

"Oh... okay." She looked down.

"Michele..."

She glanced up at him.

"What's wrong?" He frowned slightly.

"Nothing."

"Are you sure?"

She sighed, closing her eyes.

His brow furrowed, "Michele?"

She turned between him and the door. "I... I can't. I'm sorry." She pulled it open.

He stepped back to let her leave the room, feet moving of their own accord. Inside, his mind was buzzing. Couldn't? But... What? Why couldn't she? What was wrong? He... it wasn't him, was it? His heart sunk to his toes. What if it was?

Michele stepped into the bathroom, shutting the door quietly before sinking to the floor. Oh God... Tears started down her face. She couldn't understand this. Any of this. She didn't deserve Alex... but... She swallowed. Stupid. She was being really and truly stupid. So what if he didn't want her to have condoms at her place.... did it matter?

Alex ran a hand through his hair, slowly following her out of the room. He didn't know what he was going to say, but he couldn't let her get away from him a second time. It had hurt enough the first.

A sob wracked her shoulders and she pulled her knees to her chest. "Stupid..."

He bit his lip, following the sounds of her sobs to the bathroom door. He knocked softly, "Michele?" His voice carried through the thin wood, though he'd had to force himself to speak louder than a whisper.

She sniffed. "I'm sorry..."

He opened the door, stepping hesitantly inside. "Why?"

She hid her face in her knees. "I..."

"Michele?"

She sniffed again, looking up at him.

He knelt next to her, biting his lip, "Michele… talk to me, please…"

She sniffled, "I'm being… stu… stupid…"

He pulled her tentatively to him, "You're not stupid…"

"Too... just because... you don't want me to have condoms here..." She sniffled again.

He blinked. That was what this was about? "I'm not going to stop you from having condoms here... but I could just bring more later..."

"Why do you have to do everything?" She scowled.

He frowned slightly, "I... am I seriously trying to do that?"

She bit her lip. "It... it seems like it..."

He had the grace to look sheepish. "I'm sorry."

"No...no. Don't be sorry... It's just... I can do something too. Heck... I have to see my doctor next week... I... I could get put on the pill or something."

"Oh."

She furrowed her brow. "Oh?"

"I can't think of anything intelligent to say." He shrugged with one shoulder.

"Oh."

He smiled slightly, "Oh?"

She shrugged back at him.

"So... what's the plan for the rest of the day?"

"I... nothing." She sighed. "They haven't been giving me any hours at work so..."

"Ah..." He leaned forward, brushing his lips lightly over hers. "I'm sorry."

"Mm. Don't be." Michele bit her lip. "Alex... I'm sorry I freaked out... but... can we try again?"

Alex smiled, "Of course we can, Michele... And it's okay." He brushed his lips over hers again.

"Thank you..." She pressed her lips against his for a moment.

"You don't need to thank me..." He captured her lips with his, pulling her close.

She kiss him back, her reply cut off by his lips. Oh well... she'd just have to thank him in a different manner.

He shifted on the floor as they kissed until he was sitting with his back to the wall. Their lips parted with the movement before he pulled her into his lap, his lips catching hers again.

She made a small noise in her throat as he pressed against her hip.

He coaxed her lips open with his, his arms sliding around her waist.

She slid her tongue along his, shifting in his lap.

He swallowed, letting her deepen the kiss. She had a bony butt... but he'd tease her later.

Her kiss increased a bit in passion, and she shifted so that she was straddling him.

He tilted his head into the kiss, his hips rocking up slightly into hers.

She whimpered, her hands gripping his shoulders.

He slid a hand up her thigh, the other resting on her hip as he pulled back from the kiss to nibble at her lower lip.

She rocked her hips against his, pulling her lip away so that she could kiss at his jaw.

He moaned softly, rocking with her as his head tilted.

She sucked a bit of flesh into her mouth, tasting his smooth skin.

The hand at her hip moved, slipping up into her shirt.

She stilled her hips for a moment before pressing harder against him.

He pressed back up into her, whispering her name.

"Mm?" She sucked at his pulse.

He shook his head slightly, his hand sliding over her skin.

Her belly tightened. "Al...Alex..."

He swallowed, "Yes...?"

She took his hand, guiding it to her breast.

He blinked, his hand cupping her. And here he'd thought she was shy...

She whimpered, pressing against his hand.

He shifted his hand, his fingers teasing her nipple.

"Mm... more..." Michele bit her lip, color rushing into her face.

Alex blinked again, pulling his hand from her shirt and leaning forward, pulling her nipple into his mouth through the soft cotton of her shirt.

She cried out, her hips jerking against his hardness.

Alex made a noise in his throat, his hips pressing up hard as his tongue caressed her through the material.

She slid her hands into his hair, rocking her hips again and again, rubbing herself on his hardness.

He moaned around her nipple, sucking hard at it despite her shirt. He slipped a hand into her shirt, raising it to cup her other breast.

"Alex... Alex..." She murmured his name repeatedly, her tone pleading.

He bit gently at the taut nub, making a inquisitive sound in his throat.

She moaned, her back arching. "Oh... please..."

His fingers at her other breast pinched lightly, matching his mouth’s caresses..

She slid a hand down his chest. "Want... want... you..."

The muscles bunched under her touch, and swallowed, pulling back slightly. "You've got me..."

“I… I want you here…” She pressed down against his hardened member again, moaning.

His breath hitched, and he nodded, his free hand holding her hip to direct her movement.

She leaned down, kissing his lower lip.

He nipped at her, pulling back as he tugged her shirt over her head.

She shivered as the chilled air hit her skin.

He tossed the shirt aside, leaning down to caress her freshly bared skin with his mouth.

"Alex..." She massaged his shoulders gently as she pressed into his mouth.

He brushed his lips over her collarbone, moving down slowly. The hand that had been on her breast slid down, engaging in a brief fight with the buttons on the side of the overalls before sliding underneath to rest against her skin.

Her breathing sped up and she arched into his hand. "Alex... mm..."

Alex swallowed, pulling back from her reluctantly. "Michele..."

She pouted slightly as she looked at him. "Hm?"

"You need to get up..." He tugged gently at her overalls, looking up to meet her gaze.

She swallowed. "I hate pants..."

He brushed his lips over hers, "I know, Sweetheart..."

She brushed her lips over his before standing. "I... are we moving to the bedroom?"

"If you want to..." It might actually be more comfortable than the bathroom floor... He struggled to his feet, using the wall as a brace.

She grabbed his hand, helping a little. "That was graceful, stripper-man." She kissed his chin.

His lips twitched into a crooked grin, and he pressed a quick kiss to her lips, "Wasn't it, though?"

"Mmhm..." She hugged him. "I love you, Alex."

He hugged her back, "I love you too, Sweetheart." He blinked. Sweetheart? It wasn't exactly the most original, but it seemed to suit her. Not to mention it was better than anything else he'd come up with.

She smiled up at him. "Sweetheart?" Michele pressed a kiss to his chest.

He smiled back, taking one of her hands. "Yes. Sweetheart."

"I like that." She hugged him again. "Make love to me?"

He leaned down, kissing her temple. "Of course..."

She smiled again, tugging him towards the door. "Come on..."

"Somehow I doubt you want me to come now..." He let her pull him from the room, reaching into his back pocket for his wallet and cell phone. How he'd managed not to squish either was beyond him, but he wasn't one to complain about a good thing.

She blinked, then blushed. "That's dirty..."

He chuckled softly as they reached the bedroom, "Wasn't that the point?"

She paused, then smirked before turning and cupping him through his pants. "No... this is..."

His eyes widened, and he struggled to hold back a moan, "All things point to you, then?" He managed, shifting against her hand.

"Me?" She furrowed her brow as she slid her hand up his body, away from his hardness.

He swallowed, muscles tightening wherever she touched. "Well... all of my things point to you..."

She smiled a bit. "Let's... go to bed."

He nodded, grinning back as he pulled her into the bedroom.

Michele unbuttoned the other side of her pants, twisting so that she could see them.

Alex helped her out of the overalls, watching them slide to the floor. His eyes traveled slowly up her body, and he swallowed, suddenly very aware that he was still fully clothed.

She met his darkened gaze. "Alex?"

"Yes?" He pulled his shirt off, dropping it to the floor, setting his wallet and cell phone on top.

"You're... very clothed..."

"Seems to be so..."

"Can... can we get you less clothed?" She bit her lip.

He let his fingers move to his belt, the one he'd worn ever since Gia had gone around pantsing people. "I think we can..."

She stepped forward. "Show me how to unzip this without... hurting... you? Please?"

He nodded, pulling the belt free and dropping it to join his shirt.

She let her eyes wander over his form. "You're so lovely...."

He shook his head, his fingers resting just on the waistline of his pants.

She frowned, her brow furrowing. "Alex? What's wrong?"

"Nothing... I'm just..." He shrugged, "I'm not lovely, not compared to you."

"Yes... Alex, you are." She kissed his lips briefly.

He returned the kiss until she pulled back, "I'm not..."

"I'm the artist, Alex. I know beauty."

He opened his mouth to argue, then closed it. Damn. There went the rest of his modesty...

She smiled. "You're cute when you lose to me."

He stuck his tongue out at her, putting on a teasing pout.

She leaned up, nipping his lower lip. "Alex... take the pants off... please..."

He shivered, his fingers moving to the button on his pants. "Alright..."

"Thank you..." She moved around behind him, kissing his shoulder blade.

He bit the inside of his cheek, his fingers fumbling only slightly on the zipper.

She hugged him from behind, sliding her hand down into his pants as she felt them loosen.

His breath caught again, and he swallowed, the pants sliding down to ride low on his hips.

"I can't believe you fit inside of me..." She said softly against his back as her fingers explored his length.

A soft whimper escaped him, and he glanced at her over his shoulder. Shit. Where was his voice?

She rubbed her face over his back, kissing the skin. "It feels so good... with you inside... but I like this too..."

He shivered, finding his voice, "Do you?" Great. Find the voice, lose intelligence.

"Mm." Michele bit her lip. "Some day... I want to taste you... okay?"

Alex nodded, nearly whimpering again at the thought. "Okay..."

She gripped him a bit tighter as she stroked. "Thank you..." She traced a small design with her hot tongue. "You have to tell me how..."

He moaned, "Al...alright..."

She shivered at the sound, her other hand stroking up to his nipple.

He made a quiet noise in his throat. If she kept this up, he was going to come... But if he told her to stop, she'd think she'd done something wrong, and he didn't want that... He swallowed hard. Fuck.

Her thumb slid over the tip of his member, sliding across the drops gathering there.

"Michele..." Her name was a groan, "Please..."

She blinked. "Please? Please what?" Was he asking her to stop? Her hands stilled.

"I want you..."

She smiled, relieved. "I want you too..."

He pulled away from her grip, kicking off his shoes and pants before turning to look at her. He hadn't bothered with socks that morning. James had stolen his last pair.

She swallowed, biting her lip as she stood there in her little pair of panties.

He stepped forward until their bodies were less than a centimeter apart, his fingers hooking in the front of her panties.

Michele shivered, her breasts brushing his chest.

Alex worked the panties slowly down her hips, kissing a trail down her neck as he went.

She tried to stay still, swallowing.

He kissed down her tummy, the underwear reaching her knees as he reached her hips.

She blinked down at him, shifting slightly. "Alex?"

"Yes?" He kissed the little butterfly tattoo, his hands letting the panties fall to her ankles.

She shook her head. "I... I want you..."

"You had your time to play..." He kissed the inside of her thigh, nipping gently. "It's my turn..."

She shivered, swallowing. Oh... God...

He kissed the opposite thigh, nudging her legs apart.

She placed her hands on his shoulders, biting her lip.

He parted her folds with his tongue, his hands coming up to hold her hips.

She made a soft noise in her throat that turned into a loud cry as his tongue brushed her clitoris.

He stroked the nub with his tongue, his hands sliding down her legs.

She moaned, leaning forwards over him.

He moved his mouth back, abandoning her clitoris as he teased her aroused center.

Her hips rocked, her knees weakening. "Alex..."

"Mm?" His tongue circled her entrance, dipping in to taste her.

She cried out, grabbing at him. "I... fall..."

He pulled back slowly, "Bed?"

"Uhn..." She swallowed.

He kissed her hip, looking up at her with darkened eyes.

"Bed..." She managed after a moment.

He stood, waiting till she'd stepped out of her panties before leading her to the bed.

Michele sat down, swallowing. "That... that feels so good, Alex..."

Alex smiled, sitting next to her, "I'm glad you enjoy it."

She leaned over, kissing him. Oh. Well... yeah. She was tasting herself. Oops. She blushed, pulling back. It wasn't horrid but... yeah.

He chuckled softly, reaching down for his wallet. "I love you."

"I love you too." She swallowed, licking her lips.

He pulled the condom from his wallet, looking at her over his shoulder.

She smoothed a hand down his back. "How... how do you want to do this?"

He shivered, sitting up. "Do you have any preferences?"

"Yes..." She smiled. "You inside me..."

He rolled his eyes good naturedly, "Any position you want to try?"

She heaved a sigh. "Well... I liked what we were doing in the bathroom..."

He nodded, licking his lips, "Do you want to finish that?"

She nodded. "If... you're sitting up with me..."

"If you want me to."

"I do." She bit her lip.

"Alright." He smiled slightly.

She leaned over, kissing him again. She wanted his kiss more than she minded the taste of herself...

He parted his lips for her, reaching out to pull her closer.

She let him pull her into his lap, wrapping her arms around him.

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

She shivered as their mouths mated, feeling his naked hardness against her thigh.

He swallowed, reaching for the condom, which had at some point dropped onto the bed. He wanted to be inside her...

She kissed at his neck, moving to his side again so he could sheath himself.

He ripped open the condom on the second try, pulling it out quickly.

Michele watched as he slid it on, biting her lip. "Alex... I want you..."

He tossed the wrapper away, nodding. "Ditto..."

She pressed a kiss to his jaw. "Mm."

He moved farther onto the bed, swallowing. "Come here, Sweetheart..."

She crawled towards him. "Hm?"

He leaned against the headboard, pulling her onto his lap.

Michele straddled him, her breath hitching. "Will... will this hurt again?"

Alex struggled to keep his breathing even, "No... It only hurts the first time..."

"Mm... good." She bit her lip, reaching between them to guide him inside of her.

His hips pressed up slightly, the first inch of him sliding into her.

She mewed, stilling before pressing down a bit more.

He groaned softly, pushing gently up. Lord...

"Alex..." She shifted, and then he was completely within her. "God..."

He moaned, burying his face in her neck. "Michele..."

She shivered, swallowing. "Alex... full..."

He nodded, kissing her neck gently. "Love you..."

Michele place her hands on his shoulders. "Mm... love you too..." Carefully she rocked her hips in a circle.

Alex made a noise in his throat, moving his hands to her hips to help guide her movements.

"Like... like this?" She bit her lip, moving again.

He swallowed, "Here..." He lifted her hips carefully, lowering her back onto him a moment later.

She whimpered, raising and lowering herself the next time.

He moved with her, her name escaping his lips in a moan.

"Alex..." She kissed his jaw, grinding down onto him.

He ground back up into her, raising a hand to cup one of her breasts.

She cried out as his finger brushed her nipple, his hardness caressing her from within. Michele swallowed, arching her back. She was close already...

Alex stroked her nipple into tautness, pinching gently as she tightened on him. "God... Michele..."

She shook, speeding up her movements.

He thrust up harder into her, matching her hips movements with his own.

She cried out, grabbing at him as her world exploded.

He felt her nails dig into his shoulders, the sensation matching well as she throbbed around him.

She came down slowly, still moving with him. "Mm..."

He nodded, kissing at her neck. "Mmhmm..."

"You... you didn't..." Michele swallowed, blinking at him.

"No..." Alex looked up, his thumb brushing gently over her nipple.

She shivered. "B...but..."

"But...?" He bit his lip, absentmindedly stroking the hard nub with his thumb.

She shook her head, shifting her hips. Oh... she wanted... again...

He nearly whimpered, rocking his hips up into her.

Michele bit her lip, starting the rhythm he'd shown her before.

He moved with her, his other hand moving to cup her other breast.

"Alex..." She forced herself down harder, kissing at his pulse in his neck.

He cried out, meeting her hips with his own. "Michele..."

"Mm?" Her hands found his nipples, which she teased into hardness.

He pressed into her hands, "Please..."

"Please?" She pulled his lower lip into her mouth.

He whimpered, thrusting up hard into her. God...

Michele whimpered, releasing his lip. "Alex..."

"Mm...?" Alex nipped gently at her jaw, swallowing hard.

"Alex... please... I need..."

"Need... what?"

"You... I..." She bit her lip, grinding down. "With me..."

He ground back up into her, pressing her clitoris hard, "No... problem..."

Michele cried out, his name lost in the sound. She was so close... she was... tightening...

Alex moaned as she clenched once around him, thrusting up into her again. Lord... if she did that again, he'd come...

She tightened again, crying out once more as he grabbed her hips.

He forced himself to hold back, unwilling to ruin it again for her. "Michele... I'm..."

"Come... please...?" She moaned for him, grinding down.

"With... you?" He groaned, moving a hand back to her breasts.

She shook her head. "Scooby..."

He blinked, cupping one of her breasts and pinching her nipple back into tautness.

She screamed, coming hard against him. Butt...

His hips jerked as he came, his cry of completion joining her scream.

She fell against him, panting.

He buried his face in her neck again, his arms sliding around her waist.

"Mm." She sighed softly.

He kissed her neck tenderly, his eyes shutting. It felt good just to hold her, and he found himself not wanting to let go.

She swallowed, shifting against him, her cheek resting on his shoulder.

He chuckled softly, "Sweetheart..."

Michele blinked, lifting her head. "Hm?"

"You've got a bony butt..." Alex lifted his head as well, his voice gently teasing.

Her face flushed. "I... sorry." She bit her lip, about to pull away.

He shook his head, holding her in place, "I'm teasing... I don't mind."

"But... you wouldn't have said anything..." She blinked at him.

He shook his head, brushing his lips over hers, "I was teasing."

She swallowed. "Is... is it really bony?"

"It's not bad." He let a hand rest at the swell of her bum. "It's perfect."

She tilted her head. "If you say so..."

"It is." He smiled, kissing the corner of her mouth.

She hugged him. "You're stubborn..."

He hugged her back, "I know... now, I have to ask..."

"Hm?"

"Scooby?"

She blushed. "Um. You... you wouldn't... and then... you asked if it'd be with me... and I... I said no... with Scooby..."

He laughed quietly, "Ah... I'll have to remember that..."

"You... you were being stubborn!"

He shrugged, "I didn't want to mess it up for you again."

"Alex!" She pulled away from him, smacking his chest gently. "You couldn't!"

Alex groaned as his cell phone rang, muffling curses under his breath. "I'm sorry, Sweetheart..." He leaned over the edge of the bed, reaching for his phone.

Michel stretched out on her back, stretching. "Mm."

"Alexander?"

Alex's eyes widened and he tumbled off the bed, landing hard on his side, "Mom!"

"How are you, dear?"

"Alex! Are you okay?" Michele leaned over the side, peering down at him with concerned eyes.

He forced himself onto his knees, slowly sitting on the edge of the bed, "I'm fine..." Alex bit his lip, glancing at Michele. He covered the mouthpiece of the phone, "It's my mom..."

Oh. Michele nodded, hugging him.

"Alexander, who are you talking to?"

He rested his arms on hers, uncovering the phone, "My girlfriend. How've you been, Mom?"

"Girlfriend? Alexander, why haven’t I heard about this?" His mother sounded annoyed, to say the least.

"Oh. Um..." He bit his lip. Fuck.

"Don't say um. You know what it means in Turkish."

"Right. Sorry."

"Now... have I met this... girlfriend... before?"

Michele rubbed her cheek gently along Alex's shoulder. His mother sounded like she was yelling... Oh God. His mother was going to hate her.

"Well... no..." Alex took Michele's hand, lacing their fingers.

"I haven't? And why not?"

Michele squeezed his hand gently.

"Because... we've only been dating for a few weeks..." He squeezed her hand back.

"Weeks, and you couldn't find time to call me?"

Michele winced. Oh... now she felt loose.

Alex brought her hand up to his lips, brushing a kiss over her knuckles. "I thought Gia would tell you..."

"And why would you think that?"

"They... met?" Shit... This wasn't going to go well.

"Did they?" His mother's tone was... not nice.

"Yeah?" Alex shrank back, continuing his mental mantra of curses.

"And how is it... that you sister met this... girl... yet I have not? Is she a groupie from that... club?"

"No! She's not like that, Mom!" Alex's brow furrowed, "She's got more class than that, and that club is where I work."

"And why? Alexander, you're a millionaire! Act like it! And if she has so much class, why not bring her home?"

Michele winced. "Alex... I'm... gonna go shower." She pulled away from him, heading for the bedroom door.

Alex nodded, "Alright... I'll be in there in a minute." He turned back to the phone, "I haven't brought her home because there hasn't been time. And you're the one who taught me that I should be myself, not what people expect of me."

"Alexander, don't you turn my own words on me. And what do you mean you'll be there in a minute? She's shower- You've been dating a few weeks and you're sleeping together?!"

He sighed, "I don't think that's any of your business, Mother."

"Of course it is. You're my son-"

"No, it isn't. My sex life doesn't concern you."

"Alexander..." His mother seemed to sigh. "I'm sorry... I just... you don't call. You don't write... you used to... but..."

"I've been busy, Mom..." He fell back against the bed, staring up at the ceiling. "I'm sorry."

"I know.... but none of you kids want to- never mind. Can you make it to dinner? Sunday evening?"

"Yeah... I can be there."

"And... your... girlfriend?"

He ran a hand through his hair, "I'll ask her later... I don't want to interrupt her shower."

"Alright. Call me back with an answer."

"Alright... Is everyone going to be there?"

"No... Your sisters are busy."

"Oh." He bit his lip, "I'll call you later, Mom. I want to make sure Michele's okay."

"What do you mean okay? And her name's Michele?"

"Yeah, her name's Michele. She's... shy. I want to make sure she's alright."

"Shy? Alexander, I'm only on the phone..."

"She's really shy, then."

"Well, go check on her then. I love you."

"I love you too. Bye, Mom."

"Goodbye, Alexander."

He hung up the phone, tossing it onto the pillow as he sat up. It could've gone worse, but... He sighed, looking down at his lap. Oh. Condom. Right... He pulled it off, standing and moving towards the bedroom door.

Michele bit her lip as she turned the water on to hot. Doing this, however, barely managed a lukewarm feeling. Great.

Alex ducked into the kitchen, throwing away the used condom before moving back to the bathroom. He knocked, running a hand through his hair.

Michele straightened, biting her lip as she opened the door. "Hey."

"Hey." He smiled slightly, lowering his hand back to his side.

She smiled back at him. "So... how's your Ma?"

"She wants us to have dinner with her on Sunday... just the three of us."

Michele blinked, her smile slipping. "I... dinner? Me? Why me? I... you should go."

Alex bit his lip, "Because you're important to me, and she wants to meet you."

"Alex... I..." Michele looked down. "I just... I don't think she'd... like me."

He sighed, stepping forward and wrapping his arms around her. "She's going to give you a chance... Please come, Sweetheart? I know you'll like each other..."

Said the spider to the fly... Michele furrowed her brow. "I... alright..."
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