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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 shifted in his sleep, something weighing him down, pressing against his chest. Huh? He blinked open his eyes, seeing Melissa's dark hair across his shoulder. His lips quirked, and he smoothed the locks. She'd been sneaking into his bed every night, cuddling up to him.

Darien sighed. "Bit... you're going to get caught one of these days... and then we'll get condoms to keep WITH the talk." His voice was soft, intimate.

Melissa shifted closer to him, keeping her eyes shut, though it was clear she was awake. "I can't sleep unless I'm with you. Besides, I always make it back to my room before anyone notices." And it was true; she had made it back. It was getting closer each day, however. Every morning she'd linger just a moment longer, and she would be forced to rush back down the hall before Richard or Grace came out of their room.

He pressed his lips to her temple. "Bit, what about when you move back in with your sister? And I stay here?"

"I'm trying not to think about that."

He sat up a little. "Bit... why can't you sleep without me?"

She groaned softly, opening her eyes. "It doesn't matter."

"I think it does."

"Why?"

"Because I care about you." He cupped her face. "What's wrong, Bit? Why can't you sleep?"

"I don't know..." She sighed, sitting up.

Darien watched her, his hair sticking up randomly around his head in copper tipped spikes. Her tank top had ridden up on her tummy, the strap slipping from her shoulder. All in all, she was far too tempting.

Melissa pushed her hair back from her face, glancing at him.

He swallowed, reaching out with an elegant hand to push the strap back up on her shoulder.

She shivered, biting her lip. And she'd been tired when she'd stepped into the bedroom...

He bit his lip. "Bit... why?"

Her answer was grudging, as if it telling him was going against every instinct she had. "I feel safer with you."

He furrowed his brow. "How? Bit, by being with me, you were nearly... molested.... by my father! He could have hurt you-"

Melissa reacted instantly, her hand covering his mouth before she'd thought about moving. "Shut up!" She hissed, "You'll wake up Grace and Richard. And I never said I felt safe around your father, I said I felt safe around you."

Darien swallowed, looking down. "Sorry."

She shook her head, dropping her hand into her lap. "Don't be. I really shouldn't bitch at you..."

He shrugged. "It's not bad if I deserve it." He stood, grabbing yesterday's pants from the floor.

"You didn't deserve it!"

"Bit." He hissed the warning. "Sh. And I did too."

"You did not." She seethed, swinging her legs out of bed and standing. "You didn't do anything wrong."

"Bit... let's just drop it."

Melissa nodded, starting to pull back her hair. She groped for the barrette she usually wore on her wrist and cursed, letting the dark waves fall back over her shoulder. Damn stupid, stubborn British prat...

The floor creaked outside his room, and someone knocked on the door. Darien sniffed, smelling the Ulfric. Shit.

Melissa froze, staring at the door. Fuck. What the hell were they going to do?

"Darien?" Richard's voice was slightly slurred, and a loud yawn was heard through the door.

"Yeah?"

"Something wrong? I keep waking up from the noise in here..." There was a pause. "Tell Mel to go to bed."

"I was in bed..." Melissa mumbled, scowling at the door.

Darien's face flushed. "We were having a bit of an argument about that. Sorry."

"Get some sleep. There's school tomorrow." Richard's footsteps moved slowly down the hall, and a door closed in the restored silence of the house.

Darien glanced at Melissa. "Sorry."

"Stop apologizing. You haven't done anything wrong."

"S-" He cut himself off. "Look... we need to get some sleep..."

"Yeah." She sighed, moving towards the door. "I'll see you in the morning."

"Bit." He caught her arm. "He said bed. He didn't say whose."

She blinked. He certainly hadn't seemed to want her to stay before, but... She really didn't feel up to staring at her ceiling for the next two hours, and if Darien was the alternative... "Okay."

"Just... put on one of my shirts, alright?"

She blinked again. "Why? I've got a shirt on..."

"Yes... you do. And it doesn't hide anything."

She looked down at the tank top, then back up at Darien. "It does too."

He grabbed her hand, pulling her up against him as he murmured; "Maybe it's just hopeful thoughts on my part..." He pressed against he soft stomach, hard as stone.

Her eyes widened in astonishment, and she felt her breath hitch. Oh...

He leaned down, kissing her jaw.

She brought her hands up to rest on his smooth shoulders, trying to calm her breathing.

He kissed down her jaw to her neck, tracing the tendon there with his tongue.

"Darien..." She tilted her head for him, shivering as the air cooled the lingering wetness on her neck.

He sucked her pulse into his mouth. "Sh..."

She bit her lip, muffling a whimper. God... Her fingers tightened on his shoulders, and she felt her nails dig into his skin.

He moaned quietly, sliding his hands to her hips. He nipped softly, his hand tucking into her shirt.

She pressed closer to him, sliding a hand down from his shoulders.

He shivered. "Bit..."

"Yeah?" She looked up at him, her hand pausing on his chest.

He shook his head. "Richard and Grace are right next door..."

She swallowed, fighting back the immediate reply of "My room's farther away..." and nodding. She stepped back, "Sorry..."

He sighed, shaking his head again. That was my fault. I should have controlled myself."

Melissa moved, sitting on the bed. "It's okay."

"If you say so." He sat down next to her. "We need to sleep."

She shot him an incredulous look. "Sleep?" After that?!

"Bit, we have two hours until we have to get up... we should at least try."

"Didn't we try already?"

"No... we didn't. I felt you curled up against me and woke up." He tucked a lock of her hair behind her ear.

"Well, I was trying." She smiled slightly.

"if you say so." He smirked. "Now sleep."

She stuck her tongue out at him, crawling onto the bed.

He stood, pushing the jeans off. "Tease."

"I'm not the one stripping." She pointed out helpfully, climbing under the covers.

"Got any dollar bills?" He smirked again.

"Yeah... they're in my room, though." She grinned.

"Damn." He laughed softly, crawling back into the bed. "Now hush."

She poked him as he slid back under the covers, "Yes, sir."

He kissed her temple. "Good night."

"Night." Melissa bit back a sigh, wrapping her arms around Darien and shutting her eyes.

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Richard sighed softly. It had been little over have an hour since the teens had gone back to sleep, and now the silence was pressing down on him, keeping him wide-awake. Unsure if he could stand staring at the ceiling for another hour, he rolled over, spooning up behind his Lupa.

"Mmm..." She snuggled back into him.

He smiled, resting an arm on her hip. He kissed the soft spot behind her ear, inhaling her scent.

Grace shivered in her sleep, murmuring his name.

He quirked a brow, nibbling gently at her earlobe. He didn't want to wake her, he just... couldn't help it.

She whimpered, her head tilting to expose her neck.

He kissed a line down her neck, his hand tucking into the loose shirt she wore to rest on her warm tummy.

"Ri..." She mumbled, the smell of her growing arousal tainting the air.

Richard nipped lightly, making a soft, inquiring noise in the back of his throat.

She moaned, pressing back against him.

He swallowed hard, pulling his mouth back. They were going to wake Darien and Mel if they kept it up... and... He forced himself up onto his elbow. She was still asleep.

Grace shifted against him, blinking her eyes open. "Richard?"

Richard felt himself stiffen and forced his body back to its previous relaxed state, though it wasn't quite the same. "Yeah, Love?"

"Something wrong?" She rolled so that she was facing him.

He shook his head, offering her an easy smile.

She smiled back at him, sliding a hand down his chest. "Sure?"

He shivered, his hand moving around to the small of her back. "Mmhmm..."

She leaned up, brushing her lips over his.

He returned the brush of lips, the hand on her back pulling her a bit closer.

Grace shivered. "Was I just dreaming?"

"No..."

She shifted, pushing him so he was flat on his back before straddling him. "Good..."

Richard's hands moved to grip her hips, and he swallowed. "Is it?"

"Mm... very..." She pressed down on him, rocking her hips. "I love you..."

He groaned, trying in vain to muffle the sound as his hips rocked with hers. "Love you too..."

Grace bit her lip. "Make love to me?"

"God, yes..." Richard rolled them back over, pinning Grace to the bed with his hips.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing his jaw.

He shifted his hips a bit, better aligning himself between her thighs. The only things keeping him from joining with her were her panties, and his pants.

She made a soft noise in the back of her throat, her hand sliding over his chest.

He shivered, leaning down to catch her lips with his.

Her fingers found his nipple, teasing it to hardness as she kissed him back.

He slid his tongue along her lower lip, shifting against her touch.

Grace parted her lips for him, meeting the thrust of his tongue with equal fervor.

Richard slid his hand into her shirt, lightly roughened palm teasing at the softness of her skin.

She whimpered, her nails scratching slightly at his chest.

His back arched, and he moved his hand up to cup one of her breasts.

Her nipple hardened, a whimper tearing from her throat.

He broke the kiss, nipping at her jaw. His fingers teased her mercilessly, and he pulled back completely, moving to pull off Grace's shirt.

She sat up, undoing the drawstring on his pants as he threw the shirt towards the hamper. She kissed his collarbone, then down to his nipple as she pushed at his pants.

He moved his hands to her panties, a moan escaping him.

She scraped her teeth over the nub, then laved at it as her hand slid into his pants.

"Gracie..." His voice was hoarse, and he tucked a finger in her panties.

She shivered, grasping his member. "Rich..."

He moaned, slipping his hand into her panties as he pressed into her hand.

She stroked him, mimicking his moan as his fingers found her center.

He shut his eyes tightly, trying to muffle any sounds he might make. Sliding his hand back, he found her entrance with his fingers.

She bit her lip, whimpering quietly as her thumb circled the head of his member.

He slid a finger into her, his hips pressing up.

Her grip tightened as her back arched. "Richard.... Richard please..."

Richard moved his hand in small thrusts, adding another finger. "Please...?" He moaned, letting the word hang.

She leaned against him, her hand stroking him a bit faster. "Want you..."

He bit the inside of his cheek, "Now?"

She shook her head. "New Years..."

He growled, pulling his fingers out of her. He pushed her gently back onto the bed, tugging off her panties.

Grace bit her lip, looking up at him. "It's not New Years yet..."

"I can't wait that long, Gracie..." Richard tossed her panties off the side of the bed, staring down at her.

She slid a hand over his abdomen. "Your pants need to go..."

He stood from the bed, shivering as he pulled off his pants.

The Lupa sat up, pulling him towards her by his hips. "Please?"

It took him a moment to realize what she was asking for, and Richard nodded, sitting back down on the bed. Stretching himself flat on his stomach, his shoulders resting comfortably between her spread thighs.

Grace swallowed, biting her lip. "I've got an idea..."

He glanced up at her, "Oh?"

"Can you put your hips up here, near my head?"

He blinked, then smiled. "Yeah... I could."

She pushed her hand through his hair. "A good idea or-"

"A good idea." He pushed himself up. He'd have to be careful not to choke her, but... Hm... Maybe she could be on top...

"You're wearing your thinking face..." She traced the frown line on his brow.

His expression smoothed, and he reached up, taking her hand. "Just having a thought..."

She smiled. "I figured..."

He smiled slightly back, "Do you think you could be on top? I don't want to hurt you..."

She bit her lip again. "But... I'll be sitting on your face... or close enough..."

"So?"

"It's... it's your face!" Grace's voice was quiet, despite its exclamation.

"And I would be choking you otherwise. I much prefer you sitting on me than that."

She swallowed. "Just... push me off if..."

He nodded, brushing his lips over hers. "Alright."

She brushed her lips back over his, her hand finding his hardness again.

He swallowed, pulling her hand away from him. "Come here, Love..."

She pouted slightly, doing as he asked.

He lay back on the bed, rolling onto his back. Reaching up, he pulled her on top of him, carefully turning her around till they were in the infamous 'sixty-nine.'

Grace swallowed, blushing wildly before leaning forward and taking him into her hand.

Richard slid a hand between her smooth thighs, nudging them further apart.

She shivered, kissing his thigh. "You're sure this is okay?"

In answer, he parted her folds and licked at her clitoris.

Grace moaned, her hips bucking. "Rich..."

"Mm?" He caressed the nub with his tongue, his hands holding her hips still.

She shook her head and licked her lips. Concentrate... Grace leaned forward nipping at the area where thigh turned to hip as her hair brushed over his hardness.

Richard's grip on her hips tightened slightly as her hair brushed over his length. He forced his fingers to loosen, his tongue moving back to find her entrance.

She whimpered, licking along his length.

He moaned, his hips rising off the bed to prolong the sensation. He moved a hand, slipping a finger inside of her as he moved his mouth back to her clitoris.

Her hips pressed down against his finger as she took him into her mouth, her tongue probing the slit at the tip of him.

He made a noise in his throat, pulling her clitoris into his mouth.

Grace shook fisting her hands in the sheets as she took his length into her mouth.

Richard shut his eyes, trying not to bite down, his tongue teasing the excited nub.

She moaned, her hips rocking involuntarily as she began to bob her head, her tongue caressing as she sucked.

His hips pressed up into her mouth, and he forced them back down. He scraped his teeth carefully over her clitoris, his hand moving with her hips.

She whimpered, releasing his member to shower kisses over his thighs and hips, scraping gently with her teeth.

He slipped in another finger, throat working as he sucked at her.

Her back arched, her chest pressing against him as she grasped his member in her hand. Oh, but she was afraid of hurting him... She leaned down, pulling him into her mouth again.

The Ulfric moaned, rocking his hips carefully into her mouth, his fingers crooking.

She tightened around his fingers, fast approaching her peak as she concentrated on giving him as much pleasure as she could.

He opened his eyes, trying to keep his hips still. God... he was close... He nibbled gently at the skin around the excited nub in his mouth, careful not to hurt her.

Grace shifted slightly, rocking her hips with a whimper. His tongue laved at her clitoris and she came, sucking hard at him with a muffled scream.

Richard's hips bucked as he came with her, pulling his head back as he clenched his jaw hard to suppress his own cry.

Grace pulled back, letting him come on her face. Otherwise, she feared that she'd choke.

He took deep breaths, calming his breathing. "Love you..."

Grace shifted, sitting beside him as she wiped at her face. "Mm... ditto."

He wiped off his mouth, wrapping an arm around her waist.

She licked at her lips, smiling down at him.

Richard heard Darien's bedroom door open, but dismissed it, thinking it was only Melissa going back to bed. He stiffened, hearing footsteps, then the bedroom door slamming open.

Grace jerked, staring at the door in shock.

Darien blinked, turning bright red. "I... sorry... I..." He turned, escaping down the hall.

Richard sat up, all but gaping at the open door as Melissa's voice floated into the room. "I told you!"

There was no response from the teenage boy, merely silence. Melissa spoke again and... Darien growled at her. Full out growled. "Get out of my room!"

Grace looked at her fiancé. "Richard..."

Richard listened as one door slammed, then another. "Shit..."

"Richard... I... I think he thought you were hurting me..." The Lupa bit her lip, standing to grab his t-shirt again.

Richard reached for his pants, standing and tugging them on. "I'll go talk to him... can you handle Mel?"

Grace nodded, fishing out a pair of sweats and pulling them on. "I... have I gotten everything off my face?"

"You've got a little here..." He pointed out the spot on his own face, moving towards the door.

She blushed, wiping her face on a towel from yesterday's shower before heading for the door.

Richard let her pass him, following her out into the hall.

"Richard?" She paused in front of Darien's room.

"Yeah?" He paused, hand up to knock softly.

"We need to put a lock on our door." She smiled at him before moving down the hall.

Darien stared at his alarm clock, tears burning his eyes as someone knocked.

"Darien?" Richard opened the door, stepping inside.

The teen sniffed. He was some place else... some other time. A little boy in his tiny bedroom at the top of the stairs, trying to ignore the screams of pain from his parents’ bedroom. The scene changed, and he was in the hallway when his parent's door burst open, his father throwing his mother into the hall.... her hitting the wall and flying down the stairs-

"Darien?" Richard frowned, shutting the door and moving into the room.

The teen didn't respond, tears dripping down his face.

The Ulfric reached out, hesitantly touching Darien's shoulder.

Darien jerked clean off of the bed, growling at him as he crouched in a defensive position.

Richard raised a brow, though he felt like frowning. Certainly walking in on someone wasn't enough to send a kid into a fit like this?

Darien caught the Ulfric scent, the scent of the pack and blinked, coming out of the hell he'd been watching. "Ulfric..." He straightened, looking at the floor. "I apologize."

Richard nodded, "I know. We didn't mean to wake you. I owe you an apology."

Darien frowned. "No... I shouldn't have... barged in..."

Richard shook his head, "It's fine." He watched Darien for a moment. "What's wrong?"

"What makes you think something is wrong?"

"If your little show's anything of a hint..."

Darien bit his lip, sinking to the floor. "He killed her..."

Richard frowned, "What?"

"He killed her." Darien looked up at the Ulfric. "He pushed her down the stairs... after he raped her..."

Richard forced his expression smooth, sliding off the bed and onto the floor next to the teen. "I'm so sorry..."

Darien stared straight ahead. "I... he always told me she had cancer... but she didn't..."

"Darien..." Richard rested a hand on Darien's shoulder, his brow furrowing. Dear God... his father had done that? To Darien's mother? It was no wonder Darien was freaking out...

The teen looked to the Ulfric. "I thought you were him." His voice was quiet, ashamed. "I heard her scream and I remembered..."

Richard shifted, pulling Darien into a loose embrace. God dammit... What was he supposed to do? "It'll be alright..."

Darien sobbed. "She's dead... Mother's dead and the bastard's rotting in hell..."

Richard rubbed the young wolf's back, rocking soothingly. "It's okay..."

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Grace knocked quietly on Melissa's bedroom door, pushing her hair back.

"Go away."

The Lupa sighed, opening the door. "No."

Melissa had her back to the door, and she didn't bother turning around. "Leave me alone."

"Melissa..." Grace shut the door. "What happened? Other than the obvious."

"Nothing." Melissa bit her lip harshly, hugging herself.

Grace sat on the edge of the bed, placing a hand on the girl's shoulder. "I'll wait."

Melissa tensed, pulling her knees to her chest. She rested her forehead on her knees, glancing back at Grace. "Is he okay?"

The Lupa bit her lip. "Richard's with him. I'm afraid I've always been horrible with boys..."

Melissa sniffed, shutting her eyes. "'Kay..."

Grace rubbed her back. "Can you tell me what happened?"

"I tried to tell him, when he heard you scream... I wasn't asleep, so..." Melissa opened her eyes, resting her chin on one of her knees. "He didn't listen, just... slammed down the hall. It doesn't make sense, though. He always listens, that's what's so great about him... but he didn't listen, just left."

"I think... that he thought Richard was hurting me..." Grace sighed. "And I think it's from his father. I can't believe with all that he's done to Darien that he didn't abuse his mother..."

"Yeah..." Melissa sniffed. "When he came back in the room, he looked... angry, and..." She shrugged, "I couldn't help it. I had to tease a little, and he growled at me. He looked ready to hit something, and I didn't want that something to be me, so I left."

"I don't think he'd hurt you, sweetheart. He likes you too much..." Grace rubbed the girl's back. "I don't know... but I do know you have to start sleeping in your own bed. I understand how being with someone else, not even necessarily in a romantic manner can be comforting, but your sister won't be too happy if she finds out. The touch of Pack is home but your sister isn't going to understand that."

Melissa shook her head, "I want to go home." She couldn't handle the stress around this house for much longer. It was going to drive her crazy. She wanted to spend time with Darien, but... She wanted home.

"I know." Grace sighed, rubbing her temples. "I wish I could have made this visit better for you... but your.... Forrest... requested that you give your sister the weekend to get used to the blood lust."

"Yeah..." Melissa bit her lip, rolling onto her back. "I'm sorry you got interrupted..."

Grace shook her head, waving a hand. "The fun stuff was over-" The Lupa clapped a hand over her mouth, turning beet red.

Melissa blinked, and an unwilling laugh escaped her. "That's alright, then."

"I am.... sorry. You didn't need to know that..." Grace heard the door to Darien's bedroom open.

Melissa shrugged, draping her arm over her eyes.

"You should have slept earlier."

"I wasn't tired."

"And now you are." Grace laid down, pulling the blanket over her feet. "It's cold."

"A little." Melissa tried to stifle a yawn, failing.

"A little tired or a little cold?" Grace smiled a bit. Would she be a bad teacher if she let the kids stay home

Melissa groped for the blanket with her other hand, "Both..."

Grace sighed. "Well... seeings as you've got a fever... I don't think you'll be going to school today."

Melissa frowned, "I do no-!"

Richard opened the door, poking his head in. "What's going on?"

"Melissa has a fever... I'm thinking Darien does too."

"I do not! I'm fine!" Melissa sat up, scowling.

Richard nodded at Grace, "I'll go check Darien."

Grace smiled at her lover as Melissa protested again.

Melissa glared at them, "I'm fine! Seriously!"

Richard shook his head at the teen, stepping back out into the hall as he shut the door.

Grace sighed. "Do you want to go to school?"

Melissa bit her lip, considering it for a moment. "Not really..."

"Then... you have a fever. Don't argue." Grace stood, stretching.

Melissa's lips twitched, and she nodded. "Okay."

"Jeesh. Seriously. I try to give you a day off and you argue with me." Grace pushed her hair back.

Melissa had the grace to blush. "Sorry."

"Don't worry swe-" Grace shrieked as Darien and Richard entered, neither making a sound. She pressed a hand to her chest. "You scared me!"

Richard smiled sheepishly. "Sorry, Love."

Darien bit his lip. "I'm sorry... for interrupting... and for being an arse..."

Grace waved the apology away. "It's alright."

Melissa nodded, shifting to sit cross-legged on the bed.

Richard glanced at Grace. "Well... none of us seem to be feeling well, so I'm afraid we'll all be staying home today."

Grace blinked. "We will?"

"Yes. We will."

"Er... why?"

Darien glanced at Melissa. Was she angry with him?

"We don't need to stay, I suppose." Richard shrugged. "But Darien and Mel definitely have fevers."

Melissa looked down at her lap, debating on whether or not she wanted to make a break for the bathroom now or wait...

Grace stepped forward, setting a hand on the Ulfric's arm. "We can stay home if you want..."

Darien sighed. "I'm... I'm going to... sleep." He turned, heading into the other room.

Melissa glanced at the Pack leaders before standing from the bed, escaping the room quickly.

Grace sighed, rubbing her temples. "I don't know what to do..."

"How much time do you think they need alone?" Richard moved farther into the room, wrapping his arms around Grace.

Grace shrugged, resting her head on his chest. "What was wrong? With Darien?"

Richard sighed softly, "A memory triggered... it wasn’t a very happy one, and I don't think he wanted to remember it."

She frowned, lifting her head. "Richard?"

"Yeah?"

"Will he be okay? I mean... we haven't found any... any..."

"He should be alright... As far as I'm concerned, he's staying with us if we can't find any relatives."

Grace smiled, brushing her lips over his jaw. "I agree."

Richard smiled back. "Alright. Let's go back to bed... I don't want to put Mel into shock if she comes back in here..."

The Lupa quirked a brow. "What would we be doing to send her into shock?"

The Ulfric shrugged, smirking as he pulled back.

She raised the other brow. "Why don't I trust that smirk?"

He chuckled, "No idea, Love."

She shivered slightly. "You should call in for us."

"Do you want me to?"

"Didn't I just say so?" Grace smirked, stepping towards the door.

He followed her out into the hall. "I'll be right back."

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Melissa stared at the smooth surface of Darien's bedroom door. Was she sure she wanted to go in there? It probably wouldn't be pleasant... It would be like pouring hand sanitizer on an open wound. It was masochism. The young wolf took a deep breath. Did she want to know what was wrong or not? She bit her lip, knocking quietly on the door.

He paused. "Come in, Mel."

Darien sat on the bed, hugging his knees. "I'm sorry."

Melissa shut the door and moved to the bed. "It's okay."

"Not really."

"It will be."

"Can we talk, Bit?"

"Yeah..." She sat on the edge of the bed, watching him out of the corner of her eye.

He swallowed, biting his lip. "I wasn't here when I ignored you."

She blinked, turning to face him. "What?"

"I was in the hall... and Father was hitting Mother..."

Melissa reached over, taking his hand in silent encouragement.

Darien hazel eyes watered, a tear streaming down his face before it was wiped roughly away. "I woke up to Grace screaming and in my mind it was Mother... as she fell down the stairs." He looked at Melissa. "She didn't die of cancer..."

Melissa moved, hugging him. "I'm sorry, Darien..."

He sobbed into her neck, wrapping his arms around her. "I'm sorry... I'm sorry..." He swallowed. "I should have done something..."

"It's okay..." She rubbed his back, trying to ignore the uncomfortable wetness of Darien's tears on her neck.

"No..." He hugged her tighter, denying her consolations.

She rested her head against his, biting her lip. Holy shit...

He slowly calmed, his tears drying against her skin. "Sorry."

"It's okay."

He lifted his head, wiping his eyes. "Not really."

She shook her head, "Stop being stubborn. It's okay."

He leaned down and brushed his lips over hers. "Thank you."

"You're welcome." She offered him a small smile. "Are you going to be alright?"

"I'm... I think." He shrugged. "I'll live."

"You'd better."

His lips quirked and he hugged her to him.

She smiled slightly, hugging him back.

Darien rubbed his face against hers.

Melissa returned the gesture, shutting her eyes. "Richard and Grace took over my room..."

"Did they?"

"Mmhm."

He smiled slightly, pulling her earlobe into his mouth.

She opened her eyes, biting her lip to muffle her soft sound of surprise.

He nibbled gently, cupping her face.

She wrapped her arms around his waist, shivering as his teeth teased her skin.

He kissed down her jaw, pausing after a second. "Tell me to stop when-"

"I know..." She turned her head, nipping gently at his earlobe.

He shivered, making a small noise in his throat. "Bit..."

"Yeah?" She kissed his jaw, moving to his lips.

"Nothing..." He kissed her, parting her lips with his.

She met his tongue with hers, pressing her hands flat against his back.

He wrapped his arms around her, shifting to pull her into his lap.

She found a comfortable position, sliding a hand up to tangle in his hair.

He shivered, his hand caressing her back through her shirt.

She swallowed, sucking carefully at his tongue. If it had the same reaction as it did before...

Darien moaned, his hold on her tightening.

Melissa pulled back, lightly kissing his jaw.

He shivered again. "Bit..."

"Mm?" She nibbling gently, glancing up at him.

He pressed against her hip fisting his hands in her top.

She swallowed, her nails scraping over his back.

He made a noise in the back of his throat. "Bit..."

She bit her lip, pulling back a bit. "Should I stop...?"

"No... I just feel selfish-"

"Don't." She leaned up, brushing her lips over his.

"Don't?" He furrowed his brow. "But-"

She nipped rather harshly at his lower lip.

He moaned, pressing into her again.

"Darien... I'm going to move... okay?"

He blinked at her, nodding. Move? Where?

She shifted, moving until she was facing him in his lap.

Darien blinked at her again. "Oh."

"Do you mind? I-"

He pressed his lips to hers. "No, I don't mind."

"Okay." She smiled slightly, letting her hands move to his shoulders.

Darien swallowed, kissing her jaw.

She shivered, tilting her head for him.

He shifted, sucking her pulse into his mouth as a new scent reached him. Oh. He was doing this right then...

"Darien..." She slid her hand down his chest, biting her lip.

"Mm?" The muscles in his chest tightened.

Melissa shifted a little closer to him, then jerked back as a single knock sounded on the door.

Darien lifted her off of him then grabbed her hand like they were going to play 'Thumb War'. A lame ruse, but that was all he could think of.

Richard opened the door, sticking his head inside. "Breakfast." His lips quirked, eyes twinkling in amusement at the sight of the two teens.

Darien blushed. "Breakfast? We were going to sleep in-"

"Food first." Richard grinned, "Then you can... sleep in."

Melissa flushed a vibrant red, looking down.

"Richard, stop teasing them!" Grace ducked her head in below her fiancé’s. "I'm sorry, I tried to control him... but please, remember our talk."

Darien sighed. "Yes, Ma'am."

"I'm not teasing... I will let them sleep." Richard's expression was impish.

Grace smacked his rear, moving away from the door. "You were too teasing."

Richard moved away from the door as well, smacking the Lupa's bum in return. "Was not."

She flushed, hissing at him, "Richard!"

"Sorry..."

"You are not." She rubbed at her rear, pouting.

"Am too." He sent her the most apologetic look he could manage. "I love you..."

She sighed. "I love you too." She considered him for a moment. "I will get you back for that."

Richard couldn't hide his smirk. "Oh really?"

"Yes, really."

"Excellent."

Grace shook her head at him. "You're horrid."

"I know." He smiled, moving into the kitchen.

She glared after him before following. "I'm serious! And you might not like what I do!"

He raised a brow, "What's the likelihood of that?"

She leaned against the counter. "High. We've got two teenagers living with us at the moment."

"Dammit."

Grace smirked. "See?"

Richard sighed, pouting.

She pulled him to her by the waist of his jeans. "Surely it's not so bad..."

He wrapped his arms around her, "It's only any good because it's with you."

She leaned up, kissing his jaw. "Oh?"

He brushed a kiss over her lips. "Oh."

She returned the brush, her hands stroking his chest and shoulders.

Melissa squeaked as she entered the room, turning around and immediately leaving again.

Darien blinked at her as she collided with his chest. "What is it, Bit?"

"Teacher love." She wrinkled her nose, hiding her face in his chest.

"You know... we should go insist on breakfast. They *did* interrupt us." He smirked.

"You go in, then."

"Fine." Darien walked into the kitchen. "So... what's for breakfast? I understand you are having each other's tongues, but Melissa and I are hungry."

Richard pulled backed from his fiancée, shaking his head at Darien. "And here I thought Brits had manners."

Melissa shook her head, moving back into the kitchen. "But teens don't, so it's okay."

Grace blushed, turning to look in the fridge.

Darien shrugged. "Besides, you interrupted us first."

"We have some bacon that just needs to be fried, hash browns, eggs, sausage..." Richard shrugged. "Take your pick."

Breakfast commenced without too much fanfare, filled with teasing and laughter.

Melissa frowned as Richard flicked her hand away from her plate and picked it up for her, taking it into the kitchen. "I was going to get that..."

Darien grabbed his plate, only to have the Ulfric take that too, "Hey-"

Grace shook her head. "Go watch TV or something, you too."

Melissa raised a brow. Or something?

Richard rolled his eyes, moving back into the dining room. "Not that kind of something."

Darien shook his head as the Lupa followed the Ulfric. "Like we would think that-" He noticed Melissa's blush. "Oh."

Melissa's blush deepened, and Richard laughed. "Go watch TV, or better yet, do your homework."

Melissa sighed. "This is what we get for staying at a teacher's house."

Darien shrugged. "My homework's done. I did it in my study hall yesterday."

Grace began to wipe down the table, pushing her hair back.

"Show off." Melissa poked him, standing from the table. She frowned slightly, "What day is it?"

"Week day or day of the month, sweetie?" Grace glanced up.

"Day of the month."

"It's the 17th, why?" Richard grabbed the used napkins off the table.

Melissa's frown deepened. "Because... we've had four moons, haven't we?"

Grace smiled. "There was a blue moon."

Darien nodded. "Yeah. Remember, it messed you all up and you complained last month?"

Melissa's brow furrowed. "What's a blue moon?"

Richard smiled slightly, "A blue moon happens when there's two full moons in one month. It doesn't happen very often, but when it does, we change with both of them."

Darien shrugged. "That's why there's the phrase, 'once in a blue moon'."

"Oh." Melissa blinked. "Weird."

Grace smiled. "Do you understand now?"

"Yeah..." Melissa nodded. "Okay. Thanks. I've got to work on that stupid English paper the Hag assigned."

Richard's lips quirked. "The Hag? I thought your teacher was Mrs. Wilson..."

"Same difference." Darien shrugged.

Grace shook her head. "She is a... not so nice person, Richard."

"Never said she wasn't, Love." Richard smiled slightly, "She's been like that for years."

"When is she retiring, anyway?" Darien looked hopeful.

"End of the semester." Richard grinned.

Darien grinned. "Really? Who's taking her place?"

Grace laughed.

"We don't know yet." Richard smiled, "We're still looking."

Melissa grinned widely, "I'll help!"

"You're a bit too enthusiastic about that, Sweetie."

"I will do anything to get that woman off of my back for late assignments."

"Like doing your homework?"

"Besides that?"

Darien rolled his eyes. "Bit, you're loony."

"Well... yeah." Melissa shot him an innocent smile. "Any chance of getting you to help me...?"

"Yes, I'll help you." Darien stood. "Why don't you grab your bag?"

"Okay." Melissa left the room, and Richard rolled his eyes.

"She never does homework... I don't know how you get her to do it, Darien."

"I let her sit real close to me."

Grace snorted softly.

Richard shook his head, smiling ruefully. "Should've known. You should go help her... We'll finish up in here."

Darien nodded, leaving the room as Grace shook her head. "Teenagers."
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