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The Mistake	By : ZoeyLeigh Category: Anita Blake > Het Views: 4987 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the Anita Blake series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Warnings: This part is NC-17. Naked sex. Finally. If you’re underage….just don’t let me know you read it. Really though if you can read the books you can read this.

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the idea revolving around the story.

"Jason no more. You've already had three glasses. You’re going to end up drunk again. Put the rest away."

I wasn't sure if he was going to listen to me but then he stood up, somewhat shakily and stuck the wine in the fridge.

"Where do you want the glasses? In the sink or on the counter?"

“Counter.” I stood up and finished the last of my second glass of wine, then set my glass next to his on the counter. He turned around and bumped into me. I giggled and grabbed his arm to steady myself. He grinned at me and something low in my stomach clenched.

Jason lowered his head and his voice to murmur in my ear. "Can I sleep with you tonight? I'd feel safer."

What could I say to that? No. Of course. But it was partly my fault he was having these nightmares and so then in part it was my fault he was drinking so much to escape them. Which made his being currently buzzed, well more then buzzed, my fault too. Hell, * I * was almost drunk too. Which really just proves how often I don’t have anything to drink.

"Sure Jason." I turned and stumbled out of the kitchen and down the hall to the stairs. I almost tripped going up the steps but I caught the railing with one hand and the wall with the other and made it up without to much embarrassment. Jason made loud clomping noises behind me as he came up. I don’t know if it was to make me feel better or because he really felt that he had to step down that hard. I really hoped that he wouldn’t put his foot through the stairs.

I made it into my bedroom, across the room, and into the bathroom without much trouble. I leaned into the shower to try and turn the water on and only Jason's arm around my waist kept me from tumbling headlong into the tub.

"Maybe I'll skip the shower."

Jason nodded in agreement and picked me up, carrying me back into the bedroom before I could muster up the energy to make my mouth form the words to tell him not to. He dropped me on the bed making the world spin oddly around me, my vision doing a sort of ‘in close, out far’ thing. When I could focus on him again he was in the process of yanking his shirt off.

"Jason? What are you doing?"

I tried to sound calm but even I could hear how breathless I sounded. My stomach clenched again at the sight of Jason's chest. What in world was wrong with me tonight?

"Is that what you're sleepin' in Anita?"

Sleeping in? What's he talking about? I looked down. Oh right, my blouse and jeans. I fumbled with the buttons on my shirt. I hated not having control. This is why I don’t fucking drink. Against my better judgment I glanced back up at Jason when something large and dark dropped onto the floor.

Other then a pair of dark blue silk boxers he was naked. I swallowed hard. In the past I've always compared Jason to Richard and Jean-Claude and sorrowfully he came in a good-looking third. Right now my hormones were deciding that Jason would do just fine.

He reached forward to help me with my shirt. I pushed his hand away. "I can do it."

"You've been trying to do it. Let me help."

This time when he made a grab at my shirt his fingers got caught on the opened collar and kept moving down. The shirt went with it. Jason and I gaped at the ripped shirt in incomprehension.

"Anita I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to do that. I swear."

What could I say? Shouting was too much of an effort. So I just shrugged out of the shirt and threw it toward the trashcan. When Jason made a funny sound I jerked my gaze back to him. That was a biiiiig mistake. More swimming vision. Deep breathes and focus. I continued to do that until my site re-righted itself again.

He was staring at my bra-encased breasts like they were water in a desert and he had been without said water for weeks. For the first time since I had met him I let him stare for a few minutes. Then I stood up and made my way past him, and over to my dresser drawers slowly. Pulling open the top drawer I pulled out an overly large faded t-shirt with penguins on it.

I would never tell anyone outright but I love to collect penguin things. Especially baby penguins. In the bay window of my bedroom my large and getting larger bunch of stuffed penguins sits. The overflow the seat and collect on the floor below. Sigmund has a spot front and center. He's my favorite.

I wasn't thinking about Sigmund right now though. I was concentrating on the hands wandering over my bare stomach and the mouth nibbling on my neck.

"Jason don't."

Even I knew my protest sounded weak and more of a formality then anything with an actual repelling power. I swatted at his hands feebly. Was I actually going to do this with Jason? Yes. All my lust from the past few months came marching to the front of all other conscience thought. I wanted this and him right now. I gave up all pretense of putting on a nightshirt. I turned around and dragged Jason's head up to mine. If I could French kiss a vampire then a werewolf wouldn't be a problem. Amazing how alcohol can cause problems at the worst times. Oh well.

I didn't protest when Jason picked me up and carried me back over to the bed still kissing me. He half dropped half laid me down on the bed. Almost as soon as I felt my back touch the sheets Jason was laying full length on top of me.

He started kissing me again. I ran my fingers through his hair holding his head there while I slipped my tongue into his mouth.

Jason moaned and pulled away long enough to unsnap and unzip my jeans. He pulled them off as he leaned over and kissed me again. I squirmed, aching for his body already.

He covered me again and rocked into me. Against my will I lifted my hips to cradle his. He covered my breasts with his hands and kneaded them. He pulled away from the kiss and nibbled on my earlobe.

I gasped when he grabbed the front of my bra and jerked, undoing it and pulling it off in one sweep. He dropped his head to lick my nipple making it harden even more then it already was.

I trailed my hands down over his back and into his boxers to cup his buttocks. His body tightened and he bit my breast gently. Before I could retaliate he slid down my body kissing, licking, and nibbling as he went. He stopped at the top of my panties and kisses my thigh lightly.

I was wet and ready for him right then and for once I didn't want to enjoy any more foreplay. I wanted Jason now.

"Jason. Please."

He quickly pulled my panties off and tosses them to the ground. He planted a kiss between my legs then moved up me. I didn't see him rid himself of his boxers but when he covered me he was ready, willing, and eager. Not to mention naked.

Jason growled softly as he slid inside me. I let out a sigh and clutched his shoulders during the brief discomfort of being filled after so many months. Then he started to move inside me.

"God, Anita you have no idea how long I've wanted to do this."

I couldn't say anything to that because I'd never really thought about sex with Jason. But it did feel good and I was enjoying it. I brought my legs up and wrapped them around his waist.

I kissed him hard, pouring all the rambling feelings inside of me into it. I ran my fingernails down his back hard enough to make him shudder. I felt his power pour over me, making my skin tingle and itch. I closed my eyes matching the rhythm of rocking my hips up to meet his, to the fast pace he was keeping. Somewhere in the back of my mine I was praying he wouldn't change.

I felt a sharp pain go through my middle. I opened my eyes to stare at Jason. He was still human except his eyes had gone. Missionary position with someone your exact height gives you startling eye contact. I whimpered in pain and realized that he was using too much strength. I whimpered again at him hoping he’d hear me and be a little gentler. Instead it just seemed to turn him on more.

"Jason stop you're hurting me!"

His eyes showed surprise and alarm when I practically shouted it in his ear. Almost immediately the pain vanished. He slowed his pace and got a little more control. Bending his head down he nibbled ad sucked on my shoulder and neck. I sighed softly with pleasure. His breathing quickened and got harsher. He was near to coming. With a start I recognized the same signs in myself. I made a guttural cry that came from somewhere in my throat, arching up to meet him as my orgasm hit me, knocking me into a floating cloud like place. Must be the alcohol. Jason collapsed on top of me seconds later, spilling himself inside me. This realization slowly brought me back to myself.

His arms tightened around me and he kissed my ear tenderly. With a self-deprecating laugh he moved himself up a bit to look at me. "That was better then I had hoped for. Don't take this the wrong way but you're a great lay."

I laughed, letting go of the sudden tension I’d bee feeling. "Gee thanks Jason. Just what I wanted to hear. You weren't half bad yourself."

Jason smiled and bit my lower lip. "Why thank you Lupa that's exactly what I wanted to hear."

He got up off the bed and held out a hand to help me up. I took it wondering why we needed to get up and let him tug me out of bed. He gave an extra little effort on the tug so I landed against him I looked at him in surprise. He put his arms around my waist loosely. They were just above the top of my butt.

"I'm going to go take a shower now." He gave me a quick kiss, lowering his voice slightly. "Thank you."

He let go of me and walked out of the room. It pissed me off that he would thank me for having sex with him. I didn't do it so he could have the satisfaction of having slept with me. I did it because we both wanted it. Sighing softly I flopped back on the bed and climbed under the covers. Minutes later I was out cold.
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