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Romantic Executions: Continued	By : PrettySin Category: Anita Blake > Het Views: 3495 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Alright… this site is fucking up the spelling and grammar of this story every time I post. Rest assured that when I put the document in the ‘type box’ that it’s as perfect as I can get it. *Sigh* Hope you can understand what was meant.

Oh yeah… Property of Laurell K. Hamilton… not us. Bluh.

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Jean-Claude rested his hip against the doorjamb, watching Aahz file. A small smile played at the corner of his mouth, "Ma Joli."

She glanced up, smiling at him. "Come to rescue me?" She furrowed her brow as she pushed her hair back. "You know, the floors of Guilty Pleasures really should be softer. Especially since I wind up sitting on them."

He smiled back, "I will remember, Ma Joli. Perhaps I will purchase a cushion or two."

She laughed, holding up a hand. "Help me up?"

He took her hand, pulling her to her feet.

Aahz sighed, leaning against her lover. "Je t'aime."

"Je t'aime aussi." Jean-Claude leaned down, kissing her temple.

She snuggled into him. "How's your night been?"

"Tolerable." He slipped an arm around her waist.

"Tolerable?" She peered up at him, pushing his raven hair back.

"Oui. It has vastly improved, of course." He smiled slightly, leaning down to brush his lips lightly over hers.

Aahz smiled, brushing her lips back over his. "I'm glad."

Jean-Claude kissed the corner of her mouth. "You will find me on your break, non?"

"Don't I always?" She let her fingers play in his hair.

"Oui." He turned his head, pressing a small kiss to her palm.

She bit her lower lip. "Jean-Claude..."

He quirked a brow, looking back at her. "Ma Joli."

"Never mind." She looked down before shaking her head. "I... haven't said I'm sorry. I know... I didn't listen... and I'm sorry." Aahz met his gaze again. "Thank you... for letting me come back. I was so scared-"

"It was not the same without you, Ma Joli." Jean-Claude took one of her hands in his own, "You need not thank me."

She shook her head again. "I was so alone. I hurt you. If I'd just tried to listen instead of..." She swallowed, her eyes brimming. "I wouldn't have hurt you. You were trying to protect me. And I should have listened about Anita..."

He shook his head, hugging her to him. "It is behind us. The past does not matter."

"How can you say that?" A tear escaped, followed by another.

"Ma Joli..." Jean-Claude sighed softly. "If we do not put it behind us, there will be no chance for further life."

She looked down, sniffing. "I just hate what I did to you-"

"It is fine, Ma Joli." He tilted her head up, "You have done nothing that we cannot recover from, and I am not blameless."

Aahz licked her lips. "Jean-Claude-"

"Oui?"

"What time is my break tonight?"

Jean-Claude glanced at clock on the wall. "Twenty minutes, Ma Joli."

She took a deep breath before kissing his jaw. "Alright."

He brushed his lips over hers again, "I will allow you to finish filing, Ma Joli." His voice was gently teasing, and he pulled back.

"Thanks." She aimed a mock scowl at him.

He smiled in the most innocent way he could, leaving the office.

Aahz sighed, sitting down again as she looked at the huge stack of papers Jean-Claude had let build up while she was away. Great...

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Jean-Claude opened the door for Aahz, letting her into their rooms first. He opened his mouth to apologize for missing her break, and caught her sidelong look. Ah. If he apologized again, he would be hit.

Jesse ran towards her, jumping up to lick at her face.

Aahz laughed, pushing him down. "No, Jesse! Down."

Jean-Claude chuckled. "He missed you."

She hugged the vizsla. "I missed him too." She pushed her hair back, looking at the vampire. "And you."

"I missed you as well, Ma Joli."

She straightened, moving over to hug him. "I love you."

"Je t'aime aussi." He hugged her back, resting his chin on the top of her head.

She held him, resting her head against his chest.

He shut his eyes, "I do not like being without you..."

"Me either." She held him tighter. "It hurts."

He shifted, nodding. "Oui..."

She kissed the cross-shaped scar on his chest. "Hold me forever?"

"You only needed to ask." He blinked open his eyes, smiling slightly.

"Didn't I just?"

"Oui. Shall we move...?"

"Then you won't be holding me." She smirked slightly.

He rolled his eyes elegantly. "I will continue to hold you when we have relocated to a more comfortable location."

"But you won't be holding me during the relocating-"

He picked her up, silencing her teasing debate.

She shrieked softly. "Jean...Claude!"

"Oui?" He widened his eyes innocently, moving towards the bedroom.

She sighed. "You scared me."

He nudged the door open; “I apologize.”

"I'm sure." She nuzzled his jaw.

He stepped into the room, moving to the bed. "You do not believe me?"

"Mmm... Maybe." She nipped at his skin.

He shivered, setting her down on the bed. "Maybe?"

"Maybe."

Jean-Claude sat next to her on the bed, resting a hand on her hip. "Your faith astounds me..."

She smiled up at him. "I know. However, I do believe you were joking and thusly not serious."

“Oui." He smiled back, shifting to cover her mouth with his.

She cupped his face as she parted her lips, allowing him entrance.

He deepened the kiss, exploring her mouth almost lazily.

Aahz made a soft noise, kissing him back as she slid her fingers into his hair.

Jean-Claude slid his hand into her shirt, smiling slightly into her mouth.

She shivered, her tummy tightening.

He moved his hand higher, fingers brushing over her smooth skin.

She whimpered; her fingers tightening in the ebony strands as her tongue scraped along his fang.

He sucked gently, swallowing the small amount of blood from her scratch.

Aahz blinked her violet eyes at him, pulling back. "I... oops..."

He shook his head, watching her with something close to concern. That was the second time in one night she had scratched herself. Something was wrong...

She looked away, swallowing.

"Ma Joli?"

"Yeah?"

"What is wrong?"

"W...wrong?"

"Oui."

She bit her lip. "I... don't know. I just... it's like... the pain is... it's real. It's not a dream..."

His brow furrowed, "I am sure this is a dream, Ma Joli." Nothing like this would happen in reality.

She closed her eyes, feeling the tears start. She couldn't stop it as one ran down her cheek and into her hair.

He brushed the next tears away, pulling his hand from her shirt to cup her cheek.

A sob welled in her throat and she curled away from him into a ball. She should have known. He didn't love her any more. She was stupid to even think... the sob escaped as she felt him move.

"Ma Joli... Please." He rested a hand on her shoulder, staring down at her. He couldn't stand to lose her in his dreams as well.

She continued to cry, shaking her head. "I... I'm sorry..."

"Non..." He pulled her into his lap, rocking a bit. "You have no reason to apologize..."

She let him hold her, apologizing again and again. This was her fault. All of it.

He stopped his rejections to her apologies after the tenth, settling for holding her until she fell silent.

Aahz swallowed, finally calming as she laid again him, her throat aching.

Jean-Claude took one of her hands in his, looking down at her. "Better, Ma Joli?"

She blinked up at him, sniffing. "I... sorry... for... for... crying-"

He shook his head, "Do not apologize, Ma Joli. You have said it enough for a century of mistakes."

"I'm sure I'll need to say more." She looked up at him. "Why... why can't this be real? Why can't I... I..." She couldn't finish, her eyes pleading.

"I'm sure I'll need to say more." Her eyes pleaded with him, begging. "Why... why can't this be real? Why can't I... I..." She couldn't finish, lowering her gaze.

"There are things that do not allow it, Ma Joli... It is not you."

Aahz looked up at him, wrapping her arms around his neck. "I love you... I love you so much and it hurts..."

Jean-Claude sighed softly, dark eyes sad. "I know, Ma Joli... Je t'aime aussi..."

She kissed at his temple, shifting in his lap. "I'll love you forever. I don't care what happens."

"You do not need to wait for me, Ma Joli... I am sure there are others better suited -"

She smacked him, quickly moving from his lap. "Fermez la bouche! I don't want anyone else, damn it! I never have! Not since-"

"Merde!" His hand rose to inspect the damage to his cheek.

Aahz winced, covering his hand with hers. "I'm sorry. I..." She pulled her hand back, looking dejectedly at the floor. "I'm... I'm going to go. I've hurt you enough."

He caught her hand, pulling her back to him. "Non. No one could hurt me enough for what I have done to you."

Aahz cupped his face, stroking the redness in his cheek. "I just... I've hurt you too..."

Jean-Claude shook his head, "Non..."

She blinked at him, confused. "Non?"

"You have not hurt me to the extent that I have hurt you."

Aahz wanted to fight that statement, argue against it, but suppressed the urge. He had hurt her. She closed her eyes, kissing the mark on his cheek. "Please don't ask me to find someone else. I only want you." She kissed to the corner of his mouth, leaning against him.

He wrapped his arms around her, "If you insist, Ma Joli, I will not ask."

"I insist." She opened her eyes, then brushed her mouth over his. "I'm yours."

He smiled slightly, kissing the corner of her mouth. "And I am yours."

"Mm." She smiled back, nipping at his jaw as if to mark him.

He shivered, tilting his head to give her more room.

She licked a line along his jaw, behind his ear, then down his neck, pausing to nibble and suck here and there.

A small noise worked its way from him, and he shut his eyes.

Aahz shifted, her hands going to the buttons on his shirt. "May I?"

"Oui..." Jean-Claude's fingertips tucked into her shirt, and he let them rest there.

She smiled, quickly undoing the shirt and pushing it off of his pale shoulders. "Merci..."

He blinked open his eyes, pulling his hands back from her top to remove his shirt completely.

She licked teasingly along his collarbone, sliding her hands over his abdomen.

His muscles tightened, and he slid his hands over her thighs.

Her muscles tightened, and she met his gaze with hers. "May I please? I mean... I couldn't with... her... here but-"

He nodded, his eyes only leaving hers when she moved.

She brushed her lips over his. "Can... will you please lay down, Jean-Claude?" Her hands went to the fly on his pants.

He shifted, laying down on his back.

Aahz licked her lips, then began to kiss and nip her way down his chest as she finished undressing him.

Jean-Claude moaned softly with the sheer memory of her lips on his skin, the memories mingling with the dream reality.

She nipped at his inner thigh as she tossed the pants away before taking his member in hand. He was fully erect, and his hips seemed to shift in anticipation. Aahz smiled, licking along the vein that ran along the bottom of his shaft.

His hips lifted to prolong the touch, a longer and louder moan escaping him.

She made a softly noise, pulling the head of him into her mouth and sucking as she swirled her tongue around him.

"Ma Joli..." He shut his eyes again, gripping the blankets in his hands.

She began to slide him in and out of her mouth, her hands caressing his thighs and abdomen as she took more and more of him in.

It took almost all of his self-control not to thrust his hips up and bury himself inside her mouth.

She slid her hand down between his thighs, gathering the moisture from her mouth before spreading it around his entrance.

He tightened in shock, then relaxed, allowing her to slip in a finger.

He was tight around her finger, gripping at an invasion his body was no longer used to. Aahz pulled back slightly, tonguing his tip before pulling him back into her mouth.

Jean-Claude swallowed, cracking open his eyes to look down at her. It seemed as if it had been forever, despite the knowledge that it had only been a month, at most. He had stopped keeping track of time when he realized the pursuit was pointless.

She crooked her finger, stroking him before carefully adding another, caressing him with her tongue.

He cried out quietly, back arching into the combined touch.

Aahz continued to caress him from within as she shifted, licking along the crease where his thigh joined his body between his legs, letting her hair fall forward.

He shifted, moaning as her fingers pressed deeper. Dieu...

She wrapped her free hand around his hardness, stroking as she began to lave at his testicles, her other fingers still thrusting rhythmically.

Jean-Claude's hands tightened on the blanket, and he forced his fingers to unclench, releasing the material.

Aahz shifted again, scraping her teeth over his inner thigh before nipping his hip.

His hips pressed up, pushing hard into her hand.

She smiled, pulling him into her mouth again.

"Ma Joli..." He groaned, sliding a hand into her hair.

She made a questioning noise, letting it hum around him as her fingers pushed deeper.

He moaned in response, trying to form the words he needed.

She pulled back, probing the tip of him with her tongue.

His hand tangled in her hair, and he had to force the syllables past his lips. "I want you, Ma Joli..." Despite the fact that the words were moaned, they were more an order than anything.

Aahz pouted, pulling her mouth back. "Please...?"

He shut his eyes, swallowing. "Oui..."

She kissed his hip, pulling him back into her mouth.

He moaned, fighting the urge to reverse their positions.

She teased him to the point of climax before shifting to move her mouth to his thighs again. She felt cruel, but hearing the little noises he was making...

Groaning in frustration, he shifted on the bed.

She laughed softly. "My poor vampire..." She nuzzled him carefully before licking along his length again.

His hips moved with her tongue, lengthening the contact.

Aahz smiled, pulling him deep into her mouth as her fingers rubbed his prostate.

Jean-Claude's control on his body was weakening, and it all but disappeared as he came hard into her mouth.

She whimpered, swallowing deeply as her fingers kept up their motion.

He blinked open his eyes, staring down at her.

She pulled back slowly, licking her lips.

He reached down, pulling her to him.

He reached down, pulling her to him. "Je t'adore, Ma Joli..."

She hugged him. "I adore you too..." She kissed his shoulder.

He smiled, wrapping an arm around her in return.

Aahz rested her head against his shoulder, closing her eyes.

Jean-Claude turned onto his side, frowning in puzzlement when there was no transferring weight on his shoulder. He sighed, mind finally detaching from the dream. Reaching for the phone, he rubbed his eyes. Merde... If he did not call her now, he wouldn't at all.

Aahz jerked. Jean-Claude was gone... and the sound of clapping could be heard from the end of the bed where Belle-

She gasped, sitting up in her parents' old house. It wasn't clapping, but the phone that was ringing. But who...? She dove, grabbing it from the base. “Hello?”

"Bonjour."

Aahz froze. "I... Jean-Claude?"

Jean-Claude rubbed his forehead, trying to force the last, content images of the dream from his head. "Oui."

She swallowed. "I... I'm sorry about the dream. I didn't mean to bother you. I didn't even realize until-"

"Do not concern yourself with it, Aahz. I wish to speak with you about Jesse."

Oh. "Do you want me to come and get him?"

"Non. Not immediately. His leg has worsened... it now needs surgery."

"Worsened? How badly? Do you think it'll... it'll... surgery? How much? I'll-" Worry and fear filled her voice. Jesse was all she had left, and even now she didn't have him.

"I will pay for it. You need not worry yourself with the cost." He was out of practice... His soothing tone was nearly uncaring. "He attempted to use his leg... It has worsened the break."

"Do you think they'll amputate it?" Aahz queried, willing the emotion out of her voice.

"They have said they will pin it." Jean-Claude listened to her inward struggle, unable to lend any support.

She was silent for a moment. "When can I bring him here?"

"Three months."

"I... three months?" Her voice shook, and she struggled not to cry.

"Oui." He sighed, "I would allow you to take him sooner, if you wished, but they have said that he should not be moved from his current habitat."

Aahz bit her lip. "No. Jean-Claude, I need to talk to you."

He stilled, hand tightening imperceptibly on the phone.

"I need your help-"

"My help?" He raised a brow.

"Yes. I'm being foll-"

Asher opened Jean-Claude's bedroom door. "Mon Ami?"

Jean-Claude motioned for Asher to wait, "I must go. We will speak more when there is time."

"Jean-Claude, this is important-"

"Mon Ami, there is no time. HAV has left us a present and the police are here." Asher sighed.

"Mon Dieu..." Jean-Claude sighed in frustration. "We will continue this later, Aahz. Au revior."

Asher watched as he hung up the phone. "Mon Ami?"

"Oui?" Jean-Claude stood, glancing at the older vampire.

"You... must clean up. You've..."

He blinked, then glanced down at himself. "Merde."

Asher shrugged. "I shall wait."

"Merci." Jean-Claude moved to the wardrobe, tugged out a pair of pants, and made his way toward the bathroom.

The blond sighed, heading into the living room. Merde.

Alex shifted the bag of breakfast to his other hand, smiling as he spotted Michele. He walked quickly over to her, "Hey sweetheart."

She glanced up from her book. She was sitting on a blanket under 'their' tree in the park. Michele smiled warmly at him, setting the book down. "Good morning! How are you?"

He sat next to her, setting the bag down in front of him. "I'm good. How're you?"

"I'm-" Bonnie bounded over, placing her paws on Alex's shoulders and starting to lick at him.

Alex pressed his back against the tree, pushing Bonnie carefully off of him. "Hi, Bonnie..."

"Sorry." Michele leaned over, instructing the dog to lay down. "And... I'm okay." She paused. "I... think I'm going to get laid off."

He frowned, "Why?"

"Alex.... they haven't given me hours in over a month." She scratched distractedly at Bonnie's ears.

He leaned over, kissing her temple. "We'll figure something out, sweetheart."

Michele hugged herself, shrugging. "I just... I don't like not working. Yes, I'm getting tons of painting done, but that's not going to do anything to help me." She sighed. "And I’m starting to think my apartment's too small."

Alex sighed, "Well... do you want to find a place together? Randy's starting to bug me about my room... Guess he doesn't like sharing with James."

She blinked at him, gaping slightly. "You... want us to live together?"

He shrugged, looking a little uncomfortable. "You don't have to, but..."

Michele placed her hand on his shoulder. "Alex... I'm not saying I don't want to. I'm just... shocked. A little."

He looked over at her, "I can find an apartment, if you want to focus on a job."

She leaned over, kissing the corner of his mouth. "I can help you with that while finding a job. I mean... I might wind up working at a fast food joint or something but..."

"You don't really need to worry about it, right now." He brushed his lips over hers.

"I don't want to just mooch off you, Scooby." She sighed, resting her head on his shoulder. "I'm already late with my rent."

"You're not mooching." He slipped an arm around his waist. "Half of it's yours, remember?"

"Doesn't stop me from feeling like a moocher. I don't do anything for you."

"You do everything for me."

Michele blinked at him. "Oh, really? Name one thing."

"You brought me my phone when I left it in your bag."

"That doesn't count."

"You're splitting hairs."

Michele laughed softly. "Am not."

Alex rolled his eyes, smiling. "You are too."

She kissed his jaw. "Not."

He kissed the corner of her mouth. "Are."

"Not." She cupped his jaw.

"Are." He put a hand on her hip.

She licked her lips, sliding her arms around his waist. "Are."

"Not."

Michele laughed, sitting up. "I win."

Alex blinked. "What?"

She smirked at him. "I won. I'm not splitting hairs."

He frowned, then cursed. "You cheated."

"Pirate."

He blinked again.

Michele giggled, falling over.

Alex leaned over her, tilting his head. "I don't get it."

"Pirates of the Caribbean? You just sounded like William Turner." She pushed his hair away from his face, smiling.

"Well, you did cheat." He smiled back, kissing the corner of her mouth.

She shivered, kissing him back. 'Mm. And you fell for it.'

"It's still cheating."

"Mm... and how do I make up for it?"

"You need to do something for me, of course."

"Oh?"

"Mmhm. I want a real kiss." He smiled.

"Do you?" She slid her fingers into his hair.

He brushed his lips over hers. "Yes."

"Mm." She pressed her lips gently to his.

He ran his tongue lightly over her lower lip, seeking entrance.

Michele parted her lips for him, her fingers toying with his hair.

Alex deepened the kiss, hand rubbing her hip lightly.

She made a soft noise in her throat, her fingers tightening.

He explored her mouth thoroughly, his fingers tracing a small design.

Michele whimpered pressing against him. Damn it...

He tilted his head, deepening the kiss further. He smoothed the design away with his palm, starting a new one.

She pulled back, shacking her head. "Alex... no..."

Alex took a deep breath, "Right... sorry."

She bit her lip. "No... I'm sorry…”

He shook his head, sitting back up. "It's not your fault. I should've stopped."

She pinched him. "No!" She sat up, scowling at him. "Come on." Michele stood.

Blinking, Alex stood. "Where are we going?"

"My apartment." Michele wadded the blanket up.

"Oh." He grabbed the paper bag and Bonnie's leash.

Bonnie sighed as she got up, rubbing against Alex.

He took a step to steady himself, glancing down at the dog.

Bonnie whined and Michele sighed. "We don't have to go."

Alex shifted the bag to the hand that held the leash, moving to take Michele's hand. "I want to go, sweetheart... Seriously."

Michele looked at him, chewing at her lip. "Sorry."

"Didn't we make a promise awhile ago?" He raised a brow, taking her hand.

"I... yes." She looked down.

"Alright... Let's stick to it till we get to your apartment, okay?"

She nodded, squeezing his hand. "Okay."

Alex unlatched Bonnie's leash as they stepped into the apartment, hanging it on its hook.

Michele set the blanket in her armchair, watching her lover from the corner of her eye. "So... Um. How's Aahz?"

"She was fine the last time I checked." He turned, shutting the door. "Why?"

Michele shrugged. "I just... I made something for her."

Alex blinked, "Really?"

She frowned, "Yes, really. I thought she could use some cheering up."

"What did you make her?"

Michele bit her lip. "I'll get it." She turned, heading into her bedroom.

He pushed a hand through his hair, tilting his head as she came back into the room.

She carried a small canvas, holding it so that it faced her.

He tucked his hands in his pockets. "Can I see it?"

Michele nodded, chewing at her lip as she turned the canvas.

Alex stared for a moment. The painting was of Aahz, wings sprouting from her back and tears on her face. An almost alive storm raged behind her, though the picture was stationary. "Sweetheart... that's... wow."

Michele handed it to him, stepping back with a shrug.

He bit back a sigh. Damn... something was up, besides the job thing. That, or he was reading too much into her actions.

"I... do you think she'll be offended?"

"No... I think she'll love it."

"Well, I just... I didn't ask before I... and this just..." Michele sighed. "It felt like I was bleeding onto the canvas. I don't know if that makes any sense to you but..."

"It makes sense." Alex offered her a smile, offering the painting back.

She shook her head. "I did it for her, Alex."

This time, he didn't bother suppressing his sigh. "I know."

Michele looked down. "Sorry."

He shook his head, "It's okay."

"Obviously not." She sat on the edge of her couch, resting her elbows on her knees.

He moved, sitting next to her. "What's wrong, sweetheart?"

"I... don't know."

He rubbed his forehead. "Okay..."

Michele covered her face with her hands. Ugh. She felt like she was going to explode. Nothing she did was right. Nothing. And the only person who could stand to be around her was... was what? He just was.... something.

Now what? Alex leaned back against the couch. This would be so much easier if he was telepathic... or a shrink...

Michele stood, moving away from the couch.

He watched her go, pressing the heels of his hands into his eyes as she moved out of sight. God. Fucking. Dammit.

Michele shut the bathroom door behind her, leaning against the sink as her eyes burned with suppressed tears. Oh, God... she was hurting him... She was messing this up just like every other damn thing she'd ever done.

She glanced at the razor lying on the sink. No. She'd stopped that.

The silver metal glittered at her, teasing her... only to be thrown across the room with a scream. She wouldn't!

Alex was opening the door a half-second later. "What happened?" He looked around the room, eyes slightly panicked and more than a little worried.

She faced him, breathing heavily. "I won't!"

"Won't what?" His brow furrowed, the panic easing away as he realized she wasn't hurt.

Michele hugged herself, looking at her feet. She looked... ashamed of herself.

He frowned, stepping into the room. "Sweetheart..."

"Surely you noticed."

"Noticed what?"

Her face blank, Michele pulled off her t-shirt, holding out her arms.

Alex blinked, taking one of her wrists in his hand. His fingers feathered over scars that spread over her arm. He looked up at her, then glanced at the razor on the floor. Oh.

She looked down, deeply ashamed of herself. "Perfectly cliché, right?"

He moved his hand from her arm to her chin, tilting her face back up. "If it was cliché I would be able to respond correctly. As it is..."

Michele's face started to crumple. "I'm sorry... I didn't mean to make you upset."

"I'm not upset... just confused." Alex hugged her to him, resting his cheek against hers.

She sobbed, shaking her head. "No... not... In the living room... just..."

He sighed, "Don't worry about that, okay?"

"No... I..."

"You what?"

"I don't know what wrong with me..." She managed to get out, hiding her face in his chest. "I'm sorry..."

"You haven't done anything wrong, sweetheart... You don't need to be sorry."

"No! I... you're.... upset with me..."

"Did I say I was upset?"

She stilled, swallowing. "No... but you... you acted like it..."

He shut his eyes, "I'm confused, not really upset."

Her sobbing stopped though the tears continued to flow, and she just leaned into him.

He held her patiently, rubbing her back.

Michele pulled back slowly. "So-"

Alex put a finger over her lips. "Don't be sorry, Michele. You don't need to be."

She swallowed. "Still."

"No still."

"You're not making this easy." Michele bit her lip, bending to grab her shirt.

Alex shrugged, "I didn't plan to."

Michele played with the cotton for a moment before pulling it over her head. "I can't believe you didn't see the scars..."

"Generally when I see you naked, I'm a bit distracted."

She blushed, shoving a lock of her hair back. "Oh."

He nodded, "Yeah... Are you hungry? I brought some breakfast..."

"Is that what's in the baggy?"

"Yeah."

She poked his stomach. "What's for breakfast?"

He smiled, "Food. If you want to get specific, really good scones."

Michele smiled. "I like specific."

"Oh good." He grinned, brushing his lips over hers.

She brushed her lips back over his. "I love you."

He took her hand, leading her out of the bathroom. "I love you too."

"Alex?"

"Yeah, sweetheart?"

"After breakfast I want to try something, okay?"

"Okay..."

Michele bit her lip, tempted to pull her hand back. Well. He sounded thrilled.

Alex glanced at her, letting her go so that he could grab the bag.

Michele slipped her hands into her skirt’s pockets. "I'm going to get some orange juice. Would you like some?"

"Sure."

She nodded, stepping into the other room.

He followed her a moment later, "Do you want the scones warm?"

Michele paused in opening the juice. "Well... I've never had scones before."

"Really?" Alex blinked, setting the bag on the counter. "You should try both."

"I'll trust you." She pulled two glasses from the dish drainer before pouring the orange juice.

He opened a cabinet, pulling down a plate. Opening the bag, he took out two scones, glancing over his shoulder at Michele.

She was biting her lip as she put the orange juice back in the fridge, her shoulders a bit hunched.

He frowned, putting the scones and the plate in the microwave. "What's wrong, sweetheart?"

Michele glanced at him. "It's nothing important."

Alex shook his hair out of his face, "Everything about you is important. What's wrong?"

She faced him. "I just... The thing I wanted to try... it requires your participation... but..."

"Well... what did you want to try?"

"Just... never mind." Michele sipped her orange juice.

Alex's brow furrowed, and he crossed the small kitchen to her. "No... what was it, sweetheart?"

She turned pink, looking down. "I just..." She bit her lip, looking back up at him. "I wanted to do.... what you do to me..."

He blinked. If they were thinking on the same track... Why the hell had he said no?!

Her face flushed further and she ducked her head, turning. Oh Lord...

He slipped an arm around her waist and tilted her face back up to his. "I'm sorry... I'm willing to participate if you still want to."

The microwave beeped as she swallowed. "The... the scones are done..."

"Right... scones." He sighed softly, moving away from her.

Michele looked down again. "I'm sorry."

Alex shook his head, popping open the microwave. "Don't worry about it."

"I just... I don't know." She chewed at her lip. Needless to say, she wasn't exactly 'in the mood' anymore. She'd wanted to do something for him, but...?

He sighed softly, taking out the plate.

Michele hugged herself as she spoke softly. "I just wanted to try... and to do something just for you..." She shrugged. "It doesn't matter."

"Sweetheart..." Alex turned back to her, "I'm sorry..."

She blinked rapidly, trying to keep her lip from trembling.

He walked back over to her, hesitating before pulling her into a hug.

A tear slipped down her face before she gave in, leaning against him. "S...sorry."

"Don't worry about it..." He kissed her temple, "I love you."

"I... I love you t...too." She sniffed, resting her forehead against his shoulder.

He smiled slightly, "That's never going to stop amazing me..."

She swallowed. "I.... huh?" She lifted her head slowly.

He brushed her tears away, hooking the hem of his sleeve on his thumb. "You and me... I never thought it was possible."

Michele furrowed her brow. "Why not?"

"Do you want the reason I think is true, or the one you won't hit me for?"

She bit her lip. "The truth."

He nodded, then shrugged. "I think you're too good for me."

"Alex..." She closed her eyes, shaking her head. "No..."

He shrugged again, "You don't have to agree, but that's what I think."

"Alex... I don't deserve you. It's... You're so amazing. I'm just-"

"Sweetheart, no. I'm not amazing. I'm me. That's all I can be... Honestly, you deserve someone better than me. I'm a stripper, and you have all this talent..." He sighed, "I'm just weighing you down."

She glared at him. "Alex, you're an amazing person. You're kind, intelligent, funny and... a whole bunch of other things that I can't think of right now cause you gone and made me cranky. And I may have talent in your eyes, but it hasn't gotten me anywhere. You're not weighing me down. If anything, you're lifting me up. If all you can be is you, then so be it. I don't want anything more."

He shook his head, "If you only want me, I can't really protest, but..."

Michele sighed. "I don't want to argue." She leaned up, kissing his jaw. "Let's have some breakfast."

"Okay." Alex smiled, brushing his lips over hers.

She quirked a brow as she heard his stomach growl. "Hungry much?"

He made a face, "Apparently. It seems my stomach doesn't agree with my idea of sustaining myself on you..."

She blushed. "I don't think I'd taste very good to eat, Alex."

He grinned in response.

She blinked. "What?"

"I'm not going to go there. You'll hit me."

Michele tilted her head, considering her words for a moment. "OH! I... I didn't mean it... *that* way... I..." She covered her face with her hands.

Alex laughed, unable to stop himself.

She swatted blindly at him, feeling him catch her wrist. "Not fair."

"I know..." He smiled in apology, "Come on... food."

Michele nodded. "Alright. Is there a certain way to eat a scone? Other than warmed up or not?"

Alex shook his head, "Nope. You can put butter or jam on them... They're pretty much like biscuits, just triangular."

Michele blinked. “Biscuits?” But she didn’t like biscuits… oh well…. She could try one…. Maybe if she put on enough jam…. Oh boy.

"Yep. Biscuits."

"Oh... I think I'll have jam on mine..." Michele smiled at him. Much to her surprise, she liked the scones... going so far as to steal Alex's while watching Scooby Doo.
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