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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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Darien sniffed as he started to wake up. He was wolf... this wasn't right... it wasn't the moon. Where was he? Ah... Lupa... Ulfric... but the smell closest was Melissa. He opened his eyes, remembering.

Melissa was seated cross-legged on the floor, her eyes rising from the floor to meet his. "Darien?"

He hopped off the bed, nuzzling her as if to make sure she hadn't been hurt.

She smiled slightly, though the expression seemed forced.

Darien-the-wolf frowned, butting his head against hers before licking her cheek.

She wrapped her arms around him in a hug, burying her face in his fur.

He let her hold him, brushing his furred cheek along her smooth one.

Melissa sniffed, pulling back after a moment.

He whined, laying his head in her lap. She smelled like tears... and...

She let her hands smooth over his dark coat, biting her lip. No more tears... she was being stupid... She hadn't been hurt. Darien had.

He raised his head, licking at her cheeks and tasting the salt there.

She tried to smile and failed, instead concentrating on keeping her tears at bay.

Darien licked her face one last time before carefully taking her hand in his mouth, tugging her towards the bed. She looked exhausted.

Melissa watched him jump onto the bed, then he pulled gently at her wrist and she sat. A yawn escaped her and she laid down. She hadn't noticed just how tired she was...

He licked her face before turning in a circle and curling up at her side.

It didn't take long for Melissa to drift off, her arms wrapped around him.

Darien sighed, closing his eyes. This was... good...

Grace sighed, looking over her shoulder at Shang-Da and Jamil. "No, you can't hurt him. Not if I-" She broke off, staring at the bed. "Aw...."

Shang-Da looked over the Lupa's shoulder, raising a dark brow. "Aw?"

Melissa buried her face deeper into Darien's fur, clearly still asleep.

"Look at them! It's so sweet...."

Richard moved towards the door, smiling as he saw the bed. "Think they'd gag if they knew they were that cute?"

"Probably." Jamil rolled his eyes. "It's enough to make me-"

"Oh hush." The Lupa closed the door quietly. "They need sleep."

Shang-Da frowned, "Don't we need the girl?"

Richard shook his head, "Mel needs to sleep. You'll just have to guess on what Darien needs."

"You're men. I'm sure you have some idea." Grace smiled. "Let's get going. Hun, can you have dinner ready when we get back?"

Richard nodded, "How many am I cooking for?"

Jamil glanced at Shang-Da. "We have plans later..."

"Four? Mel, Darien, you and I... so yeah, four." Grace nodded, pulling on her coat.

Richard quirked a brow at his enforcers. "Alright. Four. Anything you're craving, Love?"

Shang-Da readjusted his coat, looking away from the Ulfric.

Grace shrugged. "No pasta..."

Jamil pulled on his boots, glancing at the Hati.

Richard nodded, "I'll see you when you get back."

Shang-Da returned the Sköll 's glance in a seemingly cool manner, leaning down to pull on and tie his shoes.

Grace hugged her fiancé. "I love you."

Jamil stood, pushing his cornrows back over his shoulder. "Hurry it up, Hati."

Richard hugged her back, kissing her temple. "I love you too."

Shang-Da finished tying his shoe, slipping on the other. "Don't rush me, Sköll ."

"If your two are done bickering, I'm ready." Grace pulled back from the hug, looking at them.

Jamil nodded. "Of course, Lupa."

Shang-Da tied his shoe quickly, nodding as he straightened.

"Who's driving?" She quirked a brow.

"We parked behind you..."

She blinked at the Sköll . "You came together?"

Shang-Da nodded again, "It saved time."

Richard arched a brow. Here he'd thought it would've taken more...

Grace shrugged as Jamil opened the door. "Are you sure we can't beat the a- er... bum... up, Ulfric?"

Grace blinked, then blushed. That sounded like spanking.

Richard sighed, "Yes. He's probably still unconscious. If he's awake, knock him out again but that's it."

Shang-Da shook his head, "It would be easier if we did not have limitations..."

Grace bit her lip. Personally, she was siding with the Sköll and Hati.

Jamil nodded. "Fine. Let's go."

Richard watched as the enforcers and his Lupa left the house. Now... dinner.

Grace waited until they were pulling out of the driveway before asking, "So... how long have you two been together?"

Shang-Da blinked, glancing at the Sköll . "Together?"

She sighed, pushing her hair back. "Together. Involved?"

Jamil glanced in the review mirror. "Why would you think that?"

"You checked out his butt, Jamil."

Shang-Da glanced at the Sköll again, "I thought we'd talked about that."

Jamil shrugged. "Oops."

Grace quirked a brow.

Shang-Da offered the Lupa a blankly innocent look, the expression somehow foreign on his features.

"Uh huh. Darien lives across from the school, Jamil." Grace reached over, turning up the heat a bit.

The Sköll nodded. She wasn't going to press the issue?

Shang-Da felt some of the tension in his shoulders ease a bit. Good.

"What are some of the things we should grab? I'm assuming Melissa's stuff." The Lupa glanced at Shang-Da. Hm... That must be a weird name to call out during sex... She blushed.

"Clothing."

"Hygiene supplies." Shang-Da's eyes caught the Lupa's blush, but he said nothing.

"Ah. Probably a book or something... maybe a couple of his things that are important... like his guitar." Grace rolled her eyes. "Mel wouldn't hush about that for a week."

Jamil's lips quirked. "She's a teenage girl."

Shang-Da snorted softly, "Has she mentioned anything else?"

Grace bit her lip, nodding. "I'm glad... actually, that she has something good right now. She's living with her sister... who has cancer."

Jamil frowned. "Poor girl... didn't her father throw her out?"

She nodded.

Shang-Da shook his head. "It's not right for fathers to act as these two have."

"I know." Grace scowled. "I'd like five minutes alone with them-"

"You can discuss that with the Ulfric later. Which house?" Jamil interrupted.

She pointed, and he pulled into the driveway.

Shang-Da climbed out of the car as Jamil parked, smoothing invisible wrinkles from his clothes.

Grace glanced at him. "Don't you ever wear anything casual? Jeans? T-shirts?"

Jamil's lips quirked as he got out.

Shang-Da frowned, looking down at himself. "This is casual..."

"You're wearing a suit." She shook her head. "City slickers."

Jamil laughed as she approached the house, then paused. "Let one of us go in first."

"I'll go." Shang-Da moved in front of Grace, stepping up the two steps to the front door.

The Lupa blinked, realizing they'd left it half open. Oops.

Jamil frowned as they entered.

Shang-Da's brow furrowed, and his hand drifted casually towards his gun. Something wasn't right... the house smelled... stale. Not like it should have.

Grace frowned, tilting her head.

"Lupa, you should wait here..."

"No." She blinked, moving into the kitchen.

Shang-Da glanced at Jamil, following Grace into the room.

Grace frowned, sniffing as she eyed the man sprawled out on the floor. Carefully, she bent, taking his pulse.

He didn't stir, and it looked as if he hadn't moved at all for several hours.

"Um... guys?" She paled. "I... I think he's dead...."

Jamil frowned, moving forward. "Let me see. Find the phone." The man's skin was cool to the touch as he looked for the man's pulse. None. And he was starting to smell of the dead. Nothing a normal person would notice... but to a were...

Shang-Da stared emotionlessly down at the dead man before moving away, looking around for the phone.

"I... I need to find a bathroom..." The Lupa pressed a shaking hand to her mouth.

Shang-Da glanced at Grace, then out of the kitchen and down the hall. "It seems to be down the hall."

She ran, and a moment later the sounds of retching could be heard. "Phone, Shang-Da. We have to call 911." Jamil spoke calmly. "The story is we stopped by a friend's house to talk about going camping with his son, who is at his god parent's house. The Lupa is his godmother and is willing to take him in, I'm sure. He didn't respond to our knocking, so we entered." Jamil frowned. "Wait- before you call, we need to know his name... basic facts."

"Check for a wallet." Shang-Da let his hand drop back to his side, "I'll find the phone."

Jamil nodded. "Call the Ulfric first, let him know we'll be delayed."

Shang-Da nodded, leaving the room in search of the phone.

Jamil began to search the man, his nose wrinkling at the scent of stale vodka and tobacco.

Shang-Da came back in several minutes later with the phone in hand. "The Ulfric is aware of the situation."

"Oliver Pratt." Jamil tossed the wallet at the Hati. "I'm going to check on the Lupa."

Shang-Da caught it in one hand, nodding.

Jamil stood, going after the Lupa. "Grace?"

She glanced up from her position before the toilet. "Sorry."

He shook his head. "Are you alright?"

She nodded, and he helped her up. "You can wait in the living room." Calmly, he explained his plan.

Grace nodded. “Sounds good. If anyone asks why he looks like he got in a fight, we say we assume he got in one in a bar. Darien won’t have any physical evidence left to prove the abuse, and we’re not bringing him or Mel into this. When I picked up the kids, he was in another room, and we left without talking to him.”

Jamil nodded.

Shang-Da stepped into the living room, phone in hand. "The police are on their way."

"Did you hear the Lupa?" Jamil pushed his hair back as they entered the living room. "Have a seat, Lupa-"

"Grace..." She corrected. "I don't call you Sköll or Hati."

Shang-Da set the phone down on the coffee table. "You are our dominant. It's natural for us to address you by your title."

She sighed. "Yes... I am... and as such, I'm ordering you to call me Grace."

Jamil felt his lips quirk. "Yes, Grace."

Shang-Da nodded, "Of course... Grace." He added as she fixed him with a look.

Grace nodded. "Better."

Jamil exchanged a look with the Hati.

Shang-Da shrugged slightly, pausing. "I hear sirens."

The Lupa furrowed her brow. "He's dead though... cold..."

"They have to try. It's law."

Shang-Da nodded, "They also need to take the body, and discover what happened."

Grace paused, swearing. "There's blood on the floor!"

Jamil frowned. "See if there is any raw meat in the fridge!"

Shang-Da nodded, moving quickly into the kitchen.

Grace stood, moving to help him as Jamil stood. "Open whatever you find! Make it look like he spilled it."

Shang-Da opened the fridge, scowling slightly. Dammit! There were only a few steaks and some ground beef...

Jamil moved into the kitchen, reaching past him and grabbing the beef. "This is bloody enough." He opened the packaging before tossing it on the floor. "Wine... red... is there any on that rack?"

Shang-Da glanced at it, shaking his head. "There's white wine. No red."

Jamil cursed. "Wait... the sirens have moved away... help me." He grabbed a paper towel, wetting it.

Shang-Da glanced at Grace, ripping a paper towel off the roll and wetting it in the sink.

Grace swallowed, and as they cleaned, then dried the floor.

Shang-Da straightened, throwing away his last paper towel. There. It looked like the bastard had tripped and dropped the meat. Good.

"You've got blood on your hands, Hati." Jamil pointed out as Grace straightened.

Shang-Da's brow raised slightly, and he licked some of the blood off his thumb. "I noticed, Sköll."

Jamil smirked.

Grace wrinkled her nose. "Please... wash your hands... I.... if it wasn't Darien's..."

Shang-Da nodded to the Lupa, turning to the sink and carefully turning on the tap.

Grace pressed her face into her hands. "I'm sorry."

Jamil furrowed his brow. "No... it's understandable."

Shang-Da washed his hands quickly but thoroughly, drying them on a dishtowel. "Jamil's right. It's fine."

Sirens were heard again, closer this time.

Grace bit her lip. "We've got our story clear?"

"Yes, Lupa."

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Richard opened the door at nearly midnight, stepping back to let Shang-Da in, the Hati loaded down with a guitar, a plastic bag seemingly full of clothes, and Darien's backpack.

Grace yawned, carrying the rest of Darien's school things inside. She looked pale, tired.

Jamil followed, carrying still another guitar, this one electric and more.

Shang-Da set his burdens down on the couch, his suit seeming to sag slightly. It'd been a long night... filled with probing questions and improvisation.

Richard stepped forward, taking Grace's load and placing it on the coffee table. "How did it go?"

She shook her head, curling up in the recliner.

Jamil sighed. "They did a full investigation..." He explained, flopping down on the couch.

Shang-Da took off his suit jacket, draping it over the arm of the couch and sitting. "It was decided he'd had a heart attack when he fell."

Richard moved over to Grace's chair, resting a hand on her back. He nodded to Shang-Da and Jamil, frowning slightly. "Love?"

She looked up at him, her eyes wet. "How will we tell him?"

Jamil furrowed his brow, feeling out of place.

Richard rubbed her back, leaning down slightly to kiss her temple. "I don't know, Love... we'll manage."

Shang-Da looked away from the Pack leaders, glancing towards the guest room door.

The Lupa sniffed, her throat sore. "Are they sleeping?"

Jamil stretched, yawning. "We should head out..."

Richard nodded, "Neither of them have woken up..." He straightened, looking over at the Sköll and Hati, "Alright. We'll see you later."

Shang-Da nodded, standing and shifting his shoulder holster. After six or seven hours of wearing it, the straps were beginning to dig into his skin. He picked up his jacket, "Call us if you need us, Ulfric."

"Goodnight." Jamil looked at them.

Grace nodded at them.

Richard offered them a small smile. "Drive safely."

Shang-Da nodded, putting on his jacket as he and Jamil moved towards the door.

Jamil pulled out his keys as they exited the house. "Your place or mine, Hati?"

"Wherever you want to go, Sköll." Shang-Da waited to open the passenger side door until Jamil had unlocked it.

"Real helpful." Jamil sighed, climbing into the vehicle.

Shang-Da slid into his seat, shutting the door behind him. "Yours is closer."

Jamil nodded, starting the car.

Shang-Da remained silent as Jamil pulled out of the driveway, looking out the window.

"What's wrong, Hati? You're normally quiet... but this is a bit much."

He shrugged, "It's been a long night."

Jamil frowned. "Yes... but you've had them before and still talked."

Shang-Da ran a hand through his short black hair. "I'm tired, Sköll. That's all."

Jamil bit back a sigh, turning up the heat. Fine.

Shang-Da rested his arm on the armrest, staring stonily out of the window. He hated fighting... Combat was good, that was simple. There was a loser, the one who was usually dead, and a winner, the one who came out alive and virtually unhurt. That was usually him. But not with Jamil.

The Sköll flicked on his turning signal, turning onto his street. "Would you rather go home?" His tone was flat as if he didn't care. It was quite the opposite...

"It's easier if I stay with you." Shang-Da kept his gaze fixed on the view outside of the window, "My house is out of your way, and if the Ulfric calls..." He shrugged.

Jamil gripped the steering wheel. "Yeah." For the Ulfric...

Shang-Da risked a glance at Jamil, trying not to frown as he turned his head back to the window. Dammit.

Jamil turned into his driveway, parking and turning off the car.

Shang-Da climbed out of the car, shutting the car door and tucking his hands in his pockets.

Jamil sighed as he got out, locking the car. This was going to be a great freaking night... Darien... the Lupa knew... and the fucking ass of a dead father... Terrific.

Shang-Da followed Jamil inside, watching the Sköll's back.

Jamil glanced at the Hati as he shut the door. "I'm going to shower. You can join me if you want." He turned, heading into his small bathroom.

Shang-Da watched him go silently, then took off his jacket, removing the should holster too and setting both on the couch. He didn't want to piss Jamil off, and he didn't know which would piss him off more. Going into the shower, or staying out... The Hati calmed himself mentally, leaning down to pull off his shoes and socks before following Jamil into the bathroom.

Jamil leaned against the shower wall, hot water pouring down his body, his clothing in a messy pile on the floor.

Shang-Da unbuttoned his shirt with practiced movements, pulling it free of his slacks and dropping it onto the counter. He unbuckled his belt, tugging it free and resting it on top of his shirt. The pants and boxer-briefs went next, joining the other clothes on the counter.

The Sköll glanced at him, smiling. "Hati."

Shang-Da climbed into the shower, smiling slightly back. "Sköll."

Jamil reached out, pulling the other man under the spray.

Shang-Da felt the warm water cascade down his body, its soothing warmth easing knots in his shoulders.

Jamil pressed the Hati into the wall, covering the other were's mouth with his.

Shang-Da wrapped his arms around Jamil, his mouth returning the abrupt kiss.

The Sköll deepened the kiss, pressing into his lover.

Shang-Da met the other were's tongue with his own, his eyes shutting.

Jamil was gentler than he was normally, stroking a hand down Shang-Da's chest.

Shang-Da swallowed, sliding a hand down Jamil's back. It wasn't often the Sköll was gentle, and he wasn't going to let it go to waste.

Jamil broke the kiss, brushing his lips over Shang-Da's jaw.

Shang-Da turned his head slightly, baring more skin for Jamil's attention.

Jamil pulled his pulse into his mouth, sucking softly.

Shang-Da's back arched slightly, and he leaned his head back against the shower wall.

The dark were let his lips quirk, nipping carefully. "Shall I be gentle, Hati?"

Shang-Da swallowed, and he let his hand slide over Jamil's bum. "Gentle?" The Hati managed to shrug, "Maybe..."

"Yes or no?" Jamil furrowed his brow. It wasn't often he made such an offer... and he wasn't likely to repeat it...

"Yes..."

Jamil brushed his lips over his lover’s. “Alright.”

Shang-Da returned the brush, raising his head.

Jamil smiled at the other man, kissing his forehead, temples, then his eyelids.

The Hati smiled back, his hands caressing Jamil's back.

The Sköll shivered slightly, pressing soft kisses along Shang-Da's jaw, then down his neck.

Shang-Da's head tilted, leaving more room for his lover to maneuver. The water poured down on them, warming the room and making their skin slick.

"Gentle and what, Shang-Da? Talk to me." Jamil traced along the collarbone and muscle he found with his tongue.

Shang-Da made a noise in his throat, hands pulling Jamil tighter to him. "You know, Jamil..."

"Do I?" Jamil leaned down, scrapping his teeth carefully over the other man's nipple. "But you also know what I want... and I want you to talk to me..."

Shang-Da's back arched, and he swallowed back a moan. "About...?"

"The weather..." Jamil sucked the small nubbin into his mouth for a moment. "No... what I'm doing... do you like it... don't you..."

Shang-Da moaned softly, "Isn't it... obvious?"

Jamil paused, struggling not to frown as he pulled Shang-Da's other nipple into his mouth, ignoring the question.

Shang-Da shut his eyes, pressing into Jamil's mouth. "Jamil..."

He sucked a bit harder, his fingers finding the other nubbin.

The Hati's moan was louder this time, and he slid his hands over Jamil's wet back again. Dammit... he couldn't think of anything to say that wasn't wordless...

The Sköll licked a careful line down Shang-Da's defined chest to tease his navel, nipping softly.

Shang-Da shifted slightly, trying to form words and failing. Dammit all!

Jamil's movements were measured now, more deliberate as his hands reached the other man's member.

Shang-Da froze as Jamil's hands gripped him, then he pressed into the touch. "Sköll... It..."

Jamil kneeled, pulling the hard length into his mouth. He didn't meet the Hati's eyes like he normally would have... instead... he was gentle... but determined to make the other man come. It was almost like... he was doing something else... The water went cold, like ice, and the Sköll didn't stop.

Shang-Da's brow furrowed slightly in confusion, but it wasn't long until the swift hand of climax cleared his mind.

Jamil pulled back before any of the Hati's seed got into his mouth, disliking the taste. He stood, pushing his hair back.

Shang-Da swallowed, leaning back against the wall again. When he could be sure of his voice, he licked his lips. "Jamil...?"

"Yeah?" He grabbed the shampoo, pouring some into his hands.

Shang-Da glared down at the bottle, taking it from the Sköll and shutting it. His dominance wasn't anywhere near Jamil's, but... "We aren't finished yet."

The Sköll blinked. "Shang-Da?"

He put the shampoo back in its place, turning to look at his lover. "Yes?"

Jamil folded his arms across his chest. "What do you mean, 'We aren't finished yet'?"

Shang-Da took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. "We aren't finished."

"Explain."

"That was one sided. We aren't done."

"I don't have to come, Shang-Da." Jamil rinsed the shampoo from his hand, sensing somehow he would not be allowed to use it.

"I don't care." Shang-Da fixed him with a determined look, moving to press him back against the shower wall. "Just... let me."

Jamil's jaw hardened slightly. "Why?" His back met cool tile as the Hati's skin pressed against his. Night and Day...

"Because..." Shang-Da's determination seemed to be wavering slightly, but he met Jamil's eyes. "I want to please you."

Jamil studied the other were for a moment, tempted to ask why again before he nodded.

Shang-Da leaned forward, brushing his lips over Jamil's.

Jamil swallowed, kissing him back. Fine... let the Hati be the strong one for once...

Shang-Da paused for a moment. What would Jamil like? He knew he should know, but... The more dominant were was always in control. It was scarce that Shang-Da ever really got to touch the Sköll...

Jamil parted his lips for the other man, refusing to press.

Shang-Da deepened the kiss almost hesitantly, smoothing his hand down the planes of Jamil's chest.

The Sköll shivered silently, his eyes closing.

Shang-Da's fingers found Jamil's nipples, his tongue brushing along the other were's as his fingers teased one of the flat nubs.

It hardened and Jamil made a soft noise. Why did he get the feeling the Hati liked his lovers quiet?

Shang-Da brushing his thumb over the nub, then moved his hand to the other nipple.

The Sköll swallowed back another noise, biting the inside of his cheek as his member hardened.

The Hati broke the kiss, brushing his lips over Jamil's lightly stubbled jaw.

Jamil let his head fall back, feeling his wet dreads slide over his skin.

Shang-Da nipped gently, making his way to his lover's neck.

Jamil groaned, fisting his hands at his sides.

Shang-Da nipped again, less gently than before. He liked that sound... even if he preferred silence.

The Sköll shifted, squeezing his eyes tighter shut, his jaw clenched. Quiet! You moron, you know he likes quiet…

Shang-Da licked at some of the water on Jamil's neck, biting lightly.

Jamil shook as he struggled not to moan. No. Bad Sköll.

Shang-Da increased the pressure of his bite, his hand sliding over the Sköll's nipple.

Jamil whimpered, grabbing at the Hati's slick shoulders.

Shang-Da let his hand drift lightly over his lover's abdomen, brushing against his hard member.

Jamil swallowed. Damn it... did Shang-Da want him to make noise or not?! He felt his hardness flex, as if reaching for his lover.

The Hati's hand gripped Jamil's hardened length, and Shang-Da pulled back from the darker man’s neck.

Jamil blinked at the other man, water running down his face. "Shang-Da..." Oh Lord... the Hati stroked, and Jamil moaned.

Shang-Da smiled, his hand continuing the motion. He leaned up enough to nip at Jamil's earlobe gently. "I don't want you to be quiet... please."

Jamil shook, his head tilting. "Harder...?" The word was half moan... half plea.

Shang-Da nipped again, moving his hand faster on Jamil's length.

The Sköll groaned, the sound long and drawn out as his hands began to caress the other man again.

Shang-Da swallowed, his grip tightening slightly.

Jamil moved his head, covering the other were's mouth with his.

Shang-Da's lips parted immediately, his hand pausing for a moment.

The Sköll deepened the kiss, his hand finding the Hati's admirable length.

He moaned softly, pressing into Jamil's hand as his own began moving again.

Jamil was careful to keep the kiss gentle, his hand stroking carefully. If he was going to come so was his Hati.

Shang-Da let his hand slow to match Jamil's pace, returning the gentle kiss.

Jamil felt like whimpering with need, but pushed the need to the side. No. He sucked slightly at Shang-Da's tongue, something he knew the Hati loved.

The lighter were made a noise in his throat, his hand gripped again, providing the sweet pressure Jamil wanted.

He moaned, his hips bucking a bit as he thumbed Shang-Da's tip.

Shang-Da groaned, his hips pressing forward.

Jamil sucked at the other were's tongue before he broke the kiss, gasping against the Hati's neck.

Shang-Da's breathing was equally ragged, and he traced Jamil's tip with his thumb.

"Ha...Hati... damn..." Jamil sucked at the other were's pulse, his free hand smoothing over Shang-Da's hip.

He swallowed, tilting his head for Jamil, his own hand sliding over the Sköll's chest again.

Jamil started showering kisses over the Hati's neck and jaw, sucking here and there. Close...

Shang-Da shivered, his hands increasing their caresses.

Jamil moaned, his hands tightening slightly.

Shang-Da's low moan joined Jamil's, and he traced the Sköll's nipple with a finger.

"Shang..." The Sköll was forced to swallow another moan before he could finish his lover's name. "Please..."

"Please?" Shang-Da swallowed, shifting his hand to spread the liquid at Jamil's tip over the rest of his length.

"Come..." Jamil groaned, shaking as he tried not to leave the other man behind.

Shang-Da pressed his hips into Jamil's hand again, his body shuddering slightly. "Almost..."

Jamil kissed at the hollow of the Hati's neck, sucking as his hand sped up. So close...

Shang-Da moaned, his own hand speeding up. "Sköll..."

"Mm...?"

"Now... please..."

Jamil nodded, nipping slightly at Shang-Da's jaw, his hand tightening carefully.

Shang-Da's hand tightened slightly to match Jamil's, his hips bucking. Damn...

"You... first..." Jamil sucked at the spot again, his thumb circling the other man's tip.

Shang-Da moaned, his knees weakening as he came under Jamil's caress.

Jamil pulled the Shang-Da to him, finally letting himself come.

Shang-Da wrapped his arms around the Sköll, panting for breath as he felt Jamil's seed trail down his stomach.

Jamil swallowed, resting his head on his lover's shoulder.

Shang-Da rested his head against Jamil's, shutting his eyes.

"My Hati..." The Sköll spread his hands over Shang-Da's pale skin, holding him.

"Mm..." Shang-Da blinked his eyes open, "Yours."

Jamil nuzzled the other were. "Gentle is good..."

The Hati shivered, nodding. "Mmhm..."

"Cold?"

"Not really..."

"Shivered..." Jamil kissed the other man's shoulder before raising his head. "Sorry I messed you up..."

Shang-Da shook his head, "It's fine... That's why we're in the shower."

"Must you make sense?" Jamil smiled, reaching for a washcloth.

Shang-Da smiled back, grabbing the soap. "Always."

The Sköll laughed softly, wetting the cloth before using it to wipe away the seed covering his lover's stomach. "Better..."

The Hati took the washcloth from him, rinsing it out and cleaning off Jamil's abdomen. "Much." Shang-Da rinsed out the cloth again, lathering it with soap. "You can wash your hair now."

Jamil smirked. "What if I don't want to? What if I would rather you did?"

Shang-Da grinned, "If I get to wash your back too."

The Sköll nodded. Damn, the Hati was good looking when he grinned....

"Good." Shang-Da watched Jamil for a moment, "Turn around?"

Jamil brushed his lips over the Hati's before doing as asked.

Shang-Da shifted Jamil's hair till it was over the other were's shoulder, sliding the soapy cloth over the Sköll's back.

The muscles under his dark skin tightened, and the Sköll bit his lip. "You know how sensitive my back is..."

"Mmhm." Shang-Da leaned down, kissing the shoulder that wasn't covered with suds. "I know."

Jamil's abdomen tightened. "I think you want to tease me..."

Shang-Da kept his face impassive as he began to wash Jamil's back, "Possibly."

"Possibly?" Jamil glanced at the Hati.

Shang-Da nipped lightly, letting the water rinse away the soapsuds. "Yes..."

Jamil made a small noise in his throat.

Shang-Da soothed the fading mark with a lick, the washcloth continuing its work on Jamil's lower back.

Jamil leaned his forehead against the shower wall, swallowing. "Shang-Da..."

"Mm?" Shang-Da nibbled gently, moving the cloth up the Sköll's back again.

The Sköll swallowed. "Why do you like... it quiet?"

Shang-Da paused, thinking.

Jamil moved to turn around. "Never mind-"

The Hati refused to move, using his body to keep Jamil in place. "Sounds are more gratifying when they're few."

Jamil stilled, swallowing again. "Oh."

Shang-Da nodded, beginning to wash Jamil's back again.

The Sköll bit the inside of his lower lip, dark eyes thoughtful.

Shang-Da finished washing the darker were's back, rinsing out the washcloth quietly.

Jamil ducked his head under the water, grabbing the shampoo. Certainly Shang-Da must think he'd wasted enough sound.

Shang-Da frowned as Jamil washed his hair, and he stepped back from the spray of water. Had he done something wrong? Jamil had asked the question, and he'd answered honestly... What was the issue?

Jamil shook his wet hair out of his face, glancing at his lover. "I'm going to make some burgers. You hungry?"

Shang-Da nodded, his confused expression smoothing into a well-worn mask. He wouldn't ask. Jamil would either tell him, or he wouldn't.

"No cheese, right?"

Shang-Da nodded again, setting the washcloth back on its ledge.

The Sköll's brow furrowed and he climbed from the shower.

Shang-Da sighed softly, leaning against the shower wall. What was the point of trying to please Jamil? Whatever he did, it always seemed to be wrong. First he didn't talk enough, and when he did, Jamil pulled into himself. It was like trying to walk through blackberry vines and not get scratched. It was impossible.

Jamil glowered as he began to cook the meat. Damn it... this entire relationship was so screwed up... Shang-Da wouldn't talk... he didn't moan...or any of the little sounds Jamil loved to hear his lovers make. Because it was wasteful to the other man. He threw down the spatula, moving to the punching bag in the living room, at ease with his nudity as he began to beat the crap out of the bag.

Shang-Da came out of the shower several minutes later, only wearing the slacks he'd been in before. He watched Jamil for a moment, leaning against the wall. Why? Why was it so damn hard for them to be together?

Jamil spun, kicking the bag... then cursed as it flew across the room into the wall. "Stupid ceiling." He tossed his hair back, noting his audience. "I thought you were still in the shower."

Shang-Da shook his head, "I finished." He tucked his hands in the pockets of his pants, his eyes studying Jamil's features.

"So I see. The food's nearly done if you want yours a bit rare." Jamil left the bag where it was, heading into the kitchen.

Shang-Da waited until Jamil was in the kitchen, moving to pick up the bag.

Jamil glanced back in the other room when the Hati didn't follow before he turned to the stove. Fine.

Shang-Da leaned the bag up against the wall, walking slowly across the room when he was finished. He was hungry, but with Jamil acting the way he was...

The Sköll finished preparing the burgers as he knew Shang-Da liked them, moving over to the table to grab them both a soda. His lover preferred juice, but they were out.

Shang-Da stepped into the kitchen, inwardly debating with himself. Should he leave, or...?

"Shang-Da? Food's done." Jamil set each soda on the table, before sitting. "Sorry, I forgot to grab juice..."

Shang-Da sat across from him, opening his soda. "It's alright... Thank you."

"You're welcome." Jamil cut his burger in half, pausing to stretch before he took a bite.

Shang-Da ate in silence, setting his burger down when he'd eaten half of it. "Jamil?"

The Sköll took a second to swallow his current mouthful before he responded. "Yeah?"

"Do you want me to leave?"

Jamil froze as if a dangerous predator was about to attack. "No. Why would you think that?"

Shang-Da shrugged slightly, "I don't know..." The Hati shook his head. "Never mind."

"Shang-Da... no. You wouldn't have brought it up otherwise."

Shang-Da wiped off his hands, running one through his hair. "It doesn't matter."

"Doesn't it?" Jamil fought the urge to growl. "If you're saying you want to go home, fine. Let me get dressed and I'll drive you."

Shang-Da shook his head, sighing. "I don't want to make you uncomfortable, and that's all my presence seems to be doing."

"Because you aren't comfortable." Jamil stood. "You never are around me."

The Hati took a calming breath, pushing back the anger that threatened to rise with Jamil's words. How could he possibly phrase it? He wasn't comfortable with Jamil because Jamil was always unhappy with him.

Jamil looked down, sighing. "I'm sorry."

"It's fine." Shang-Da shook his head again. He was never going to get this right.

The Sköll nodded, quietly gathering his dishes, and soda, throwing the rest of the burger away before pouring out the drink. "Ready for bed?"

Shang-Da stood, doing the same with his dishes, burger, and drink. "Yeah."

"You should have finished that." Jamil bit his tongue.

"I'm not hungry."

"Alright." Jamil flicked off the kitchen light. "I'll clean the dishes tomorrow."

Shang-Da nodded, the movement lost in the dark as he moved towards the door.

"So... the Lupa knows-"

Shang-Da stopped next to Jamil, glancing at him. The light from the living room put his face half in shadow, giving the Sköll a haunted profile. "The Lupa knows."

Jamil fought back a scowl. "Is it such a bad thing?"

Shang-Da sighed, "I would have preferred to keep it hidden until we agreed..."

The Sköll studied him for a moment, then nodded. "I'm tired. Let's go to sleep."

Shang-Da nodded, letting Jamil lead the way to the bedroom.

Amazing, really... Shang-Da didn't want to waste sound on him... or be his partner in public. Obviously he thought this was shameful. Jamil grabbed a pair of plaid PJ pants, pulling them on with out a word.

The Hati removed his slacks silently, shutting off the light when Jamil was in bed. Why couldn't they have continued in secret? Would it have been so terrible for them to mutually decide to come out?

Jamil tucked his toes beneath the blanket, staying quiet. He'd been used before.... but the Hati seemed to be... and it was hurting. Why? Were they serious when they couldn't even admit anything?

Shang-Da climbed into the bed, staring up at the ceiling. Dammit...

The Sköll glared at the alarm clock. Fucking hell. Nothing could go right... nothing!

Shang-Da rolled onto his side, his back facing Jamil. "Good night."

Jamil faced his lover, closing his eyes in resignation. "Goodnight, Shang-Da."

***********

Alex ran a hand through his hair, pushing it away from his face. Crap... they only had an hour to get to Aahz's, then his mom's... And at the rate Michele was getting ready, they were going to be so late...

Michele felt like crying. Darn it all! Her hair was standing up around her, she'd ripped the button off her shirt trying to put it on and her skirt had a huge hole in it. Sighing, she grabbed a different peasant skirt and another shirt. They weren't as nice, but they'd have to do. She didn't bother with her contacts, instead shoving her glasses on her face. This would have to work.

Alex glanced at the clock, fidgeting where he stood. "Are you ready? We need to go..."

Michele came out of the bathroom, leash in hand. "You're sure Aahz said she'd watch Bonnie?"

"Yes." Alex grabbed his jacket off the couch, pulling it on over the white button up shirt he'd 'borrowed' from James.

She fought back a sigh, clipping the leash on the dozing vizlsa. "Up, Bonnie."

Bonnie got to her feet slowly, and Alex pulled out his keys. Come on...

Michele pulled the dog off of the couch, pulling on her coat. "Okay." She fought the urge to hug herself.

Alex opened the door, letting her out first. Great... how was he supposed to tell her that her shirt didn't match...?

Michele grabbed her purse from the table near the door before exiting and wrapping the leash around her wrist. "Make sure it's locked."

He locked the door, and it clicked. He stepped out behind her and shut the door. "It's locked. Let's go."

Bonnie trotted ahead of them as they headed towards Alex's car.

Alex unlocked his door, opening it and hitting the button to unlock the entire car.

Michele put Bonnie in the back, telling the dog to lie down before getting in the front and buckling up. Great. Alex hadn't even kissed her hello earlier... He'd asked if she was ready, then told her to hurry up, they needed to get going... despite the fact that it had taken her less than fifteen minutes to get dressed.

Michele glanced out the passenger side window. Yup... great. Happy birthday to her.

Alex started the car, backing out of the guest parking space. Alright. They were on the way... Finally.

Michele bit her lip, not bothering to speak as they pulled onto the road. If he wanted to talk, he'd talk.

Alex sighed twenty minutes later, his foot easing on the break as a car slowed to make a turn in front of him.

Bonnie stood on his back seat, resting her head on his shoulder as if to say hello.

Alex glanced at her, smiling slightly.

Bonnie yawned, licking his ear.

Michele sighed. Great. The dog gets a smile... not her. "Bonnie, lay down."

Alex wiped at his ear as the car in front of him turned, allowing him to drive again. "I'm sorry... It's been a long day."

Michele glanced at him. "Has it?"

"Yeah..." He looked over at her before turning his attention back to the road.

"I thought you didn't have to work last night..."

"I didn't, but Randy was tying up the phone lines all night on the phone with his girlfriend." He rolled his eyes.

"Did you have to use the phone for something?" She furrowed her brow as the dog began to mix Alex's back seat, circling.

"I was going to call you, see how you were doing..." He shrugged, "By the time Randy got off, I figured you were already asleep, so..."

So you act like a jerk today? Michele bit her lip. "It's okay. I called work.... found out they haven't scheduled me in this week... again..."

Alex frowned. Again? It had been weeks since she'd had hours at work...

"Yeah... so I was looking through the wanted ads section... I'm not finding much."

Bonnie finally laid down, sighing.

"I'll help you look."

"Thanks, Alex."

"No problem, Sweetheart." He glancing at her, smiling. "For now, though, you don't need to worry."

Michele smiled back. "Yes, Mr. Stubborn. I know I don't have to worry."

Alex chuckled, "Good. We should be at Aahz's in about half an hour..."

"Do you have to work tomorrow?"

"No... I took the week off."

She blinked. "You what? Why?"

He shrugged again, "It's coming up on the holidays... There aren't as many people coming in right now, so we're cutting back on some sets..."

"Ah. It's gotta be weird... stripping for a mostly empty room..." Michele paused, furrowing her brow. "Well, stripping must be sorta weird feeling anywho... at first at least... I suppose one would get used to it...."

Alex's lips quirked, "Yeah..."

"Are you smirking at my babbling?" She quirked a brow.

"Just a bit." He grinned.

She stuck her tongue out at him.

He laughed, "I love you too."

Michele smiled, leaning over and kissing his check quickly. "Mm. Love you."

Alex took one hand off the wheel, reaching over and taking one of hers.

She twined her fingers with his, then shrieked softly as Bonnie licked the back of her neck.

Alex glanced back at the dog, then at Michele. He was forced to turn his attention back to the road, however, when somebody honked from behind him.

"Sorry.... she licked me... and I thought she was laying down." She bit her lip.

"It's okay..." He squeezed her hand gently.

Michele squeezed his hand back. Time seemed to fly, and it wasn't long until they were pulling into Aahz's driveway.

Alex shut off the car, unbuckling his seatbelt.

Michele climbed out, stretching. "Mm..." She opened the back door, blinking as Bonnie nearly knocked her over in a rush to get out.

The dog stopped short as her leash tugged, having caught on the seatbelt in the car.

Michele gave a silent prayer of thanks, grabbing it. "Bad dog... you know better."

Alex shut the car, moving around it to stand next to Michele. "Do you have her?"

"Yeah. She nearly got out though." Michele closed the door, wrapping the leash around her wrist as Bonnie squatted. "Oh... that could be why."

Alex stepped around the dog to avoid the growing puddle. "Could be."

Michele smiled up at Alex as Bonnie began to paw at the ground in an effort to cover the stream. "Ready to go in?"

"Yeah."

Bonnie started up towards the house and the couple followed. Michele waited as Alex rang the bell.

Alex tucked his hands back into his pockets as the door opened, smiling slightly as Aahz looked up at them. "Hi."

Aahz grinned, hugging the stripper. "Alex!"

Michele tucked a lock of hair behind her ear, feeling a bit like an intruder.

Alex pulled his hands from his pockets, smiling widely as he hugged Aahz back. "How're you?"

"I've been better... and you? How's club life treating you?" Aahz pulled back, glancing at Michele. "Hello. I'm sorry, I don't mean to be rude. Come on in you two."

Michele smiled, looking down at Bonnie, who barked. "It's okay."

Alex waited for both women to enter the house before entering himself. "The club's been... okay." He took Michele's hand. "What've you been up to?"

Aahz shrugged. "Reading... um... sending in some job applications..."

Michele sighed as Bonnie tugged at the leash. "Is it okay if I let her go?"

"Of course, Hun. She'll be here for a while anyway... now... you mentioned having something to tell me?" Aahz moved forward, shutting the door and turning the dead bolt. No, she wasn't paranoid.

Alex raised a brow slightly, turning to Michele. "Do you want to tell her?"

"Um... sure." Michele bit her lip as Aahz looked at them.

"Are you engaged?"

Alex blinked, "Um... no."

"Oh... sorry."

Michele shook her head. "Bonnie's going to have puppies."

Aahz blinked. "That's great!"

Alex nodded, "Yeah... We were wondering... Did you want any? I mean..."

Aahz nodded back. "Yes... I would. Seeing as Jesse isn't going to live forever... and I am... I'd like to... well..."

Michele bit her lip, glancing around. "Where is he anyway? I figured he'd be all over Bonnie..."

"He's still at the Circus." Alex blinked, "I thought I'd told you..."

Michele shook her head. "Sorry."

Aahz sighed. "It's okay... Pretty soon I'm going to doggy-nap my baby-dog back though..."

"Yeah..." Alex pushed his hair back from his face again. "Need any help?"

Aahz shook her head. "No, but thanks..."

Michele glanced around. "Um... may I use your bathroom, please."

Aahz blinked. "Of course... it's right through there..." She pointed.

"Thanks." Michele smiled, moving into the other room and shutting the door behind her.

Alex sighed, meeting Aahz's gaze. "I've got a question..."

Aahz quirked a brow. "Yeah?"

"Did you notice that Michele's shirt doesn't match with her skirt?" He bit his lip, "Do you have a shirt that she could borrow? My mom's... well..."

"Alex... hun.... I don't know Michele that well... it'd be... well... rude." Aahz bit her lip. "I mean, I probably have something... but..."

"Please, Aahz? I want my mom to like her..."

Aahz sighed. "Fine... but why wouldn't your mother like her?"

Alex blushed faintly, "It's a long story..."

"Better give me the cliff notes version then."

"Well... Mom called, and pretty much got the wrong impression of Michele..." Alex's blush deepened, "So Mom thinks that Michele's..." He trailed off.

"Think she's what, Alex? Michele's sweet." Aahz furrowed her brow. "And follow me. You can help me find a shirt."

Alex followed her upstairs and into another room. "She thinks Michele's loose."

Aahz paused, gaping at him. "How the hell did she get that idea?"

"She called, right after..." Alex shifted, his face flaming.

"Oh. Well... congratulations on that..." Aahz hugged him before digging through her dresser. "How about this?" She held up a soft white shirt Jean-Claude had bought her, in a similar style to what Michele usually wore.

"That could work." Alex smiled slightly, "Thanks."

Michele blinked as she came out of the bathroom, her hair noticeably tamer. "Alex? Aahz?"

"Coming... actually... Michele, can you come here?"

Michele frowned, following the other woman's voice.

Alex smiled at Michele as she came into the room.

"Oh... that's a pretty shirt..." Michele commented shyly, glancing at Alex. Why were they in Aahz's bedroom?

Aahz bit her lip. "Do you think so? I can't wear it... I'm too big on top for a shirt like this, but it'd look great on you. Would you like it?"

Michele blinked. "Um... That looks really expensive.... I couldn't-"

"Please, Sweetheart? The shirt you've got now doesn't match..." Alex bit the inside of his cheek.

Michele looked down, color suffusing her cheeks. "I'll pay you back for it... or... I'll just return it." She took the shirt from Aahz's hands, heading into the other room.

Aahz bit her lip. The poor thing had looked near tears... and she'd left before Aahz could tell her not to worry about it...

Alex released a string of muffled curses, quietly enough that Michele wouldn't be able to hear him.

Aahz glanced at him, pushing the drawer shut with her hip. "Sorry..."

He shook his head as they went downstairs, "It's not your fault..." Dammit, that's why he hadn't wanted to tell her!

Michele sniffed as she pulled her other shirt off roughly, glancing at the other. Why didn't he just marry Aahz?! If her clothes were all... high class and matching... Michele swallowed, sniffing again. No... now she was being petty. Alex just wanted her to look good for his mother... It was her fault that she hadn't had a decent outfit. She bit her lip, pulling on the other top. It was loose, but it would work.

Alex glanced at Aahz, then the door Michele had gone through. Had she changed by now? Would Aahz mind if he went in to check, or...? He bit his lip, shifting his weight.

Aahz sighed, shoving him towards the door. "Go."

"Thanks." Alex looked over his shoulder at her before opening the door and slipping through.

Michele gasped as she heard the door open. "Alex!"

Alex shut the door again, turning to look at her. "Hi."

She swallowed, folding her other shirt. "You should knock. I could've been..."

"I know." He sighed, rubbing his forehead. "I'm sorry..."

"For entering without knocking?" Michele turned on the sink, splashing her face. There. Tears would look like water now... well... normal water...

"No." Alex shook his head, leaning against the door. "For... all of today, really."

Michele swallowed, glancing at him.

He shut his eyes, resting his head back against the door. "I'm sorry, Sweetheart... I didn't want to tell you about the shirt earlier... I mean, there was really no way to-"

"Trust me, Alex... this was a thousand times more embarrassing." Michele grabbed the hand towel, wiping off her face.

Alex blinked open his eyes, lifting his head to look at her. "I told you that I'm sorry. I don't know what to do other than that."

Michele sighed, pushing her hair back. "It doesn't matter. It's done with. Let's just go."

Alex didn't answer, instead straightening from the door and opening it. He was through trying for the day. He was just... through.

She watched him leave the room, swallowing again. Maybe... they could just go home. Wasn't like there was much point in meeting his mother if... She bit her lip, shoving her shirt into her purse.

Alex's eyes were over bright as he thanked Aahz for watching Bonnie, and it was a struggle to keep his voice from cracking. Dammit all!

Aahz bit her lip. "No problem, hun." She hugged the stripper as Michele came out of the bathroom. "Call me, okay?"

"Yeah..." Alex swallowed, hugging her back. "We'll swing by here on our way home to pick up Bonnie..."

"Of course." Aahz offered him a small smile.

"Thank you... for... for the shirt and for watching Bonnie. She's... trained and such... so you shouldn't have to worry about anything." Michele hugged herself as Aahz pulled back.

"It's not a problem... and seriously, that shirt is too small... unless I'm planning on getting a breast reduction... which I'm not. You can have it."

Michele nodded. "Thanks."

Alex managed a smile as he and Michele left, moving back to the car.

Michele pulled her coat tighter around herself, noting that the wind was picking up.

Alex didn't seem to care, his coat still hanging open as he opened Michele's door for her.

"Thank you." She glanced up at him as she climbed into the car.

"You're welcome." He shut the door behind her, moving around the car to climb into the drivers seat.

She shifted in her seat, buckling her seat belt.

Alex did the same, starting the car.

Michele opened her mouth, glancing at him before closing it slowly and sinking down into her seat.

He pulled out of the driveway, starting down the road again. It was only when they were out of the neighborhood did Alex speak. "We should be there in a few minutes..."

"Mm." Michele bit her lip, nervousness brewing in her belly. "I... does she like to be called Ma'am? Or... Mrs. Steinruck...? Or... her first name? Oh, God... I don't know her first name!" She covered her face with her hands.

"Her name is Jackie." Alex glanced at Michele, "That's probably the safest thing to call her."

Michele swallowed, nodding slowly. Oh... this was not good....

Alex pulled into his mother's driveway ten minutes later, turning off the car and letting it cool.

"So... this.... this is a nice house..." Michele bit back a whimper, downing the urge to bolt. She could do this...

"Yeah." Alex unbuckled his seatbelt, turning slightly to look at her. They may not be on the best terms, but... "It'll be alright."

She faced him, swallowing. "I'll... try... but..."

"ALEXANDER! Get your butt in this house!"

Alex flinched, glancing towards the house. His mother stood in the doorway, hands on her hips as she glared sternly at them.

"I won't have you making out in my driveway like some teenager!" Jackie Steinruck started down the steps.

Michele unbuckled her seat belt slowly, grabbing her purse. Oh Lord... oh lord... oh lord, oh lord...

"There's nothing wrong with being a teenager!" Another voice called from within the house.

Alex frowned, opening his door reluctantly. She'd said it would only be the three of them... Oh. He smiled slightly as his youngest sister came out of the house, scowling. Annie.

Michele paled, climbing out slowly. "This isn't three, Alex..."

"Annie May..." Jackie looked at the teen. "You go finish setting the table." She faced the couple again, eyeing Michele. "That shirt is too big for you."

Alex bit the inside of his cheek again, tempted to glare at his mother. "You couldn't say hello first?" He asked, trying to keep his voice neutral.

Michele hugged herself as the older woman sighed. "Hello. You must be Michele. Michele, that shirt is too big for you."

Michele bit her lip hard, feeling about as tall as an ant. "H... Hello."

Alex sighed, moving over to Michele. "Can we come in, please? It's a bit cold."

Annie was back in the doorway, "The table's set."

"Well, if she wore more clothing, she wouldn't be so cold." Jackie muttered. "Fine. Come on in."

Michele glanced at Alex, taking a small step forward.

He followed behind her, resting a hand on her lower back. Why did his mother always have to be like this?

Michele hugged herself. God, she wanted to run...

Jackie glared. "Well, the heat's getting out. Hurry it up. You can feel her up later, Alexander."

Michele stared in astonishment up at the woman. Why that....!

Alex paused, turning to glare at his mother, "We haven't been here for five minutes, and you've already snapped at least twice. I don't know what the issue is, but you aren't acting like my mom."

Annie snorted from the door, "She's been like that all day!"

Jackie sighed. "Alex, just come inside..."

Michele took a deep breath as they continued inside.

Alex glanced at Annie as he passed, "Hey Anne."

Annie scowled up at him in an eerie imitation of Jackie. "Don't call me that."

Michele paused, glancing at the teen. "I'm... Michele. Michele Reeves." She offered a shy hand to the girl.

Jackie continued into the kitchen, ignoring the conversation.

Annie took it, shaking it. "Annie. By the way, the shirt's fine. Mom's just..."

"Odd." Alex finished.

Michele offered her a small smile. "Thanks."

"Alexander, this food is getting cold. You're already late."

Alex sighed, "Let's go..."

Annie rolled her eyes, "If we have to..."

Michele nodded slowly. "After you..."

Alex took Michele's hand, following Annie into the living room.

Michele looked up at him before glancing around the house. "It's pretty. I like the hardwood floors..."

"I'm having carpeting put in next month." Jackie snapped.

Alex's hand tightened slightly on Michele's, his anger rising.

"You are not." Annie moved through the archway that led into the kitchen, opening the fridge and pulling out the milk.

"Annie." Alex's mother seemed to sigh. "You two kids come in here. Miss....? You have to go to the bathroom."

Michele blinked. Huh?

Alex rubbed his thumb over the back of Michele's hand, "The bathroom's down the hall, Sweetheart. First door on the left."

Annie came back into the living room, setting the milk on the table.

"O... okay." Michele pulled back, moving down the hall. "Come and get me when..." It's time to leave- "When it's safe."

Jackie sighed, watching the girl go, waiting for the door to close before rolling her eyes. "She has no spine, Alex."

"That's because you stole it from her." Alex pulled off his jacket, draping it over a chair and crossing his arms.

"What?"

"The first thing you said to her was virtually an insult. She's shy, and you've been rude since we got here."

Annie bit her lip, looking between her brother and her mother. Should she leave...?

"Sit down, Annie." Jackie glanced at her son. "You too."

Alex scowled briefly before sitting in the seat he'd set his jacket on. Annie slumped into a chair, looking up at Jackie.

"Now... I'm assuming that you two recall your father..."

Alex rested his elbows on the table. "You think we could forget?"

Annie hit him on the shoulder, "Alex, shut up!"

"No... Annie, I deserve to be snapped at. I'm sorry, Alexander... but I received a... disturbing phone call earlier." Jackie pushed her chin length hair back. "It seems your father is getting married again. And he wants to get a divorce after... how many years..." Jackie sighed. "He owns... owned... this house and expressed an interest in moving in here after they got married."

Alex didn't respond for a moment, his hands clenching in anger. "After more than ten years, he wants to take the house?" His voice was calm, though he fought the urge to stand and hit something.

Annie stared at her mother in shock. "You have to be kidding!"

Jackie shook her head. "So you see... I was going to carpet the floors... consider it spite, but he loved the hardwood..." She sniffed, her eyes tearing up.

Alex swallowed back his anger, standing and hugging his mother. God... if he ever saw his father again, he was going to kill him...

Jackie hugged him back, dissolving into tears.

Alex rubbed her back, biting his lip as Annie moved over to them.

"I... I'm sorry, Alex.... Annie... I..."

Alex shook his head, Annie joining the hug and voicing his thoughts. "It's alright... when does he want to move in?"

"As soon... as the divorce is finalized... and he can get married." Jackie hugged her daughter as well. "And he wants us out..."

Alex pulled back from the hug, running a hand through his hair. "I'll take care of it..." It'd be a better use of the lottery money than anything else... It wasn't like half of it wasn't enough to cover the house.

"Alex... baby, you don't have to do that-"

"Yes, I do." Alex shook his head, "He doesn't deserve to live here. If he wanted the house so bad, he never should have left."

Jackie bit her lip. "I'm more worried about you kids. I love this house, but you guys are my world." She smoothed a hand over Annie's hair.

Annie rested her head on her mothers shoulder. "Alex is right, though..."

"I'll take care of it, Mom." Alex promised, offering Jackie a small smile.

Jackie nodded. "Alright... Now, Alex... go get that charming girl... I need to apologize. Annie, go take off that raccoon eye-liner."

"It's not raccoon." Annie lifted her head, pulling back and crossing her arms.

Alex moved down the hall, knocking softly on the bathroom door.

"Just... just a second..." A second later, Michele opened the door, peeking out cautiously.

Alex smiled down at her, the expression only a little forced. "It's safe..."

She frowned, opening the door the rest of the way. "Alex, what's wrong? Did someone get hurt?"

"No... Mom just gave us some news..." He shrugged.

Michele bit her lip, hugging him. "Is there anything I can do?"

He hugged her back, "I don't know... I... I'll need to call my dad, eventually..."

She stroked a hand down his back. "Alright... let me know, and if you want, I'll be there." Whatever was going on, his father was the one who was causing it.

Alex kissed her temple, "Thank you."

"You don't have to thank me, Alex. I'll be there for you in anyway I can." She kissed his cheek. "I love you."

"I love you too." Alex turned his head, brushing his lips over hers before pulling back. "Come on..."

She took his hand. "Mmkay..." No... don't be nervous... no... his mother wasn't evil... just upset... or something...

He led her back into the living room, trying not to laugh as he caught sight of the scene.

Annie leaned away from her mother, trying to avoid the wet napkin Jackie was advancing on her with.

"Annie May! That raccoon makeup is coming off!" Jackie placed her hands on her hips.

Michele bit back a smile.

"I bet you Michele would agree with me!"

Annie darted around the table, "Stop calling me that!"

Alex covered his mouth with his hand, hiding a smile.

"You are my daughter and I'll call you what I named you. Now stop it." Jackie sighed, looking at her son's girlfriend. "What do you think?"

Michele blinked. "I... about the makeup? Well... I... I think the dark blue eye shadow is a bit much... but the lipstick and blush are nice..." She bit her lip. "Your skin tone is more suited to pinks and pastels."

Annie crossed her arms, pouting, though a smile was tugging at the corners of her mouth.

Alex lowered his hand, "Take it off or let Mom take it off."

Jackie looked triumphant. "See? And Alex said Michele was an artist, so you should trust her."

Michele blinked again, her eyes widening. "He... he did?!"

Alex blushed, and Annie grinned, "Repeatedly. Wouldn't shut up about it, actually."

Alex stuck his tongue out at his sister, "You've been spending too much time with Gia."

Michele blushed. "I... I'm hardly an artist..."

Jackie shook her head. "Michele, do you know what I do for a living?"

"Um... no?"

"I own an art gallery."

Annie's grin widened, "So Mom'd know."

"But... you haven't even seen my work..."

Jackie looked at her son.

Alex smiled, "You'd like it."

Michele swallowed. "I..."

"I'd be interested in seeing some of your paintings. From what I hear, they show exquisite detail, contrast and realism." Jackie smiled at Michele. "And... I owe you and apology. I'm sorry. I'm not normally so rude."

Michele nodded slowly. "I... alright... well... I mean about the painting... but... the apology... you don't have to-"

"But I do. So until you accept it, we aren't eating."

Alex bit the inside of his cheek. Yeah... that was his mom.

Michele blinked. "Okay? I accept it...?"

Jackie smiled. "Good. And you can call me Jackie or Mom. Which ever you feel more comfortable with."

Annie smiled, slipping into her chair again.

Alex squeezed Michele's hand gently, "What's for dinner, Mom?"

"Pot roast and the trimmings." Jackie smiled. "And you have yet to take that make up off, Annie May."

Michele looked up at her lover, relaxing for the first time since leaving home.

Annie sighed, "Why?"

Alex led Michele to the chair next to his, pulling it out for her.

"Because I said so."

Michele smiled up at Alex, sitting. "Thank you..."

"Fine."

Alex smiled back, sliding into his own seat. "You're welcome."

Jackie watched as Annie went into the bathroom before joining Alex and Michele. "Now, Michele, I'm serious... You'd better eat good. You're far too tiny for your own good and as nice as that shirt is on you, it's a little baggy."

Alex tried not to laugh as Jackie moved into the kitchen to get the pot roast. Oh God...

Michele blinked, looking at Alex.

Alex smiled, "I told you she'd like you."

"But... I... she...?"

"I'll explain later."

Michele blinked. "When did you tell her? I mean, that I paint?"

He shrugged, "I don't know. She might've heard it from Gia."

"But... how'd Gia know?"

"I told her..."

"Oh."

"Yeah."
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