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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.

First off, we’re very sorry about the long wait (and the short chapter), but we’ve had some personal problems going on, and it’s caused us delays. We’re going to try and get the next chapter out sooner, but no guarantees. Also, you guys can check out my (I’m Lisa, by the way. Hi!) live journal for news on the fic:

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Forrest stared into the blackness that was the pillow pressing against his eyes. He'd been lying on his back, stretched out and taking up the entire couch for nearly an hour. Misty still wasn't home.

He smiled slightly, letting his mind drift off into blissful thoughts of Misty. She'd become more graceful and comfortable in her movements. She'd also begun to pick up more of his emotions, which was... a little odd. He wasn't used to her telling him to stop beating himself up when he hadn't told her anything about it. It was disconcerting.

Misty smiled as she entered the house. The interview had gone well... very well. "Forrest?" She glided into the living room, smiling as she saw him. "Ah... comfortable, I see..."

He pushed himself up onto his elbow, pillow dropping to the floor. "I'm always comfortable here, Princess."

She bent, picking it up. "Are you?" She leaned forward, brushing her lips over his.

He kissed the corner of her mouth, reaching up to slip an arm around her waist and pull her down into his lap. "Mmhm."

Misty smiled, a hint of fang flashing as she shifted slightly, hugging him. "I love you."

Forrest hugged her back, smiling. "I love you too."

"I did something new today." She pushed her hair back as she shifted again.

"Did you?" He raised a brow, ignoring the friction building between them. She seemed to like games more, now that she'd been turned... He usually lost, not that he'd admit it.

"Mmhm. I was talking to Micah and he was wondering if I'd be able to tell if someone was lying or not... I've never been able to before but... I could this time. We did a bunch of little tests. It was fun." She kissed the spot behind his ear. "Did you eat my sister?"

"Mel's in her room, on the phone with Darien..." He tilted his head a bit, sliding his hands into her unnecessary jacket. "That's cool... So your interview went well?"

"Mmhm..." Her tummy tightened slightly and Misty fought a smirk, shifting again. "How was your day?"

His eyes narrowed a bit, and he slipped a hand up into her shirt. "It was good..."

She shivered, leaning down to pull his earlobe into her mouth, "What'd you do?"

"Bothered Mel... waited for you... bothered Mel some more." He moved his hand around her back, trying to ignore the deliberate scrape of her teeth against his ear.

"Bothered Mel?" Misty smiled, moving to the soft spot behind his ear.

"Mmhm." He trailed a finger over the zipper that held her dress pants up, finding the tab at the top.

Her hand slid to his chest, "By the way... Mel's asleep... not on the phone."

He pulled the zipper down, shivering under her hand. "She wasn't last time I checked..."

"Can't you hear it?" She nuzzled the spot, "Her pulse is slow... and she's snoring..."

He swallowed, his hand moving into the pants to cup her bum. "I have other things on my mind..."

The muscle tightened beneath his palm and Misty shifted. "Do you?"

"Yes." He swallowed, looking up at her.

"Like?" Her hand slid into his shirt, brushing over his skin.

He shifted a bit beneath her, his other hand replacing the first in her shirt. "You."

Misty smiled, brushing her mouth over his again. "I like that..."

"Good." Forrest leaned up, kissing the corner of her mouth.

She turned her head, catching his mouth with hers as her hand began to slide toward the fly of his pants.

His tongue darted over her lower lip, asking for entrance. The hand in her shirt moved up, finding the line of her bra.

Misty allowed him entrance, shivering a bit at his touch.

Forrest deepened the kiss, then hissed and pulled back as he caught himself on her fangs. Dammit! He still wasn't used to those!

She pouted, licking her lips. "I didn't do that to you when I nicked myself..."

He rolled his eyes, trying to smile and figure out how bad the cut was at the same time.

"How bad is it?" She shifted away from him, looking concerned.

"I can't tell." He sighed, sitting up.

"Sorry..." Misty looked down, fiddling with her hands.

Forrest shook his head, swallowing the little pool of blood that was gathering in his mouth. It wasn't that bad... It was healing already. "It's okay, Princess."

She shrugged. "I'm... going to check on Mel-"

He frowned, taking one of her hands in his. "No... It's fine, Princess. I should be used to it by now."

"You just...keep hurting yourself... I'm hurting you and I don't like it." Misty licked her lips. "I just... don't."

"It's okay." Forrest pulled her to him, wrapping an arm around her waist. "I promise."

She leaned into him, tucking her head under his chin. "Sorry."

He turned a bit, pulling her into a hug. "Don't be."

She rested her head on his shoulder, wrapping her arms around him. "Why not?"

He kissed her temple, "Because you don't have anything to be sorry for."

Misty bit her lip, shrugging as her fangs scratched at her. "Doesn't feel like it."

Forrest shook his head, raising a hand to smooth it over her hair. There wasn't much he could say to that... She'd feel the way she'd feel, he couldn't do anything about it.

She sighed. "Don't feel bad, Forrest." She sat up, pushing her hair back. "It's okay."

He let his arms fall away, "Alright. It's okay."

She cupped his face, brushing her lips over his.

He returned the brush of lips, resting a hand on her hip.

She shifted slightly again, letting him take charge this time.

He lowered her slowly onto the couch, unsure if she wanted him to stop or not.

She made an encouraging noise, sliding her hands into his hair.

He smiled slightly, parting her lips with his.

Misty moved beneath him, rocking her hips against his in an obvious mimic as she kissed him back.

Forrest deepened the kiss, muffling his moan in her mouth, his hips rocking with hers.

She let her tongue mate with his, kneading at his shoulders.

He explored her mouth, determined to ignore any scratches he might get. He slipped a hand back into her shirt, tracing her bra with a finger. The shirt would need to go soon...

She shivered, making a small noise in her throat. Oh... dear...

He cupped her breast, pinching her nipple through the material of her bra.

Misty moaned low in her throat, arching her back into him as she broke the kiss. "Forrest..."

"Yes, Princess?" Forrest kissed at her jaw, his fingers abandoning her breast in favor of unclasping her bra.

She shivered, sliding her hands into his hair. "I want..."

"Want what?"

"You..." She shifted, hooking a leg over his hip. "Inside and moving... and your fangs in me..."

He moaned softly with the sheer thought of it, pressing his hips into her. "I can do that..."

She whimpered, leaning up to ever so carefully brushed her fangs over his neck. "We need to move..."

"Where?" He swallowed, pulling back a bit.

"A room with a lock..." Misty looked up at him, green eyes hot with desire. She could feel his want... his need... his hunger.

Forrest sat up, reaching down to take her with him. The only room in the house that had a lock was theirs...

She hugged him for a moment before standing. "Come on... I'm not feeling patient." She smiled at him, fangs peeking at him.

"You're never patient." He smirked at her, standing and taking her hand. Just for that, he'd make her wait longer...

She quirked a brow at him. "I'm not? Not even when I'm torturing you?"

He shook his head, deciding it was safer not to comment as he led her to the bedroom.

Misty licked her lips, glancing at his bum as he moved through the door in front of her before squeezing his hand. "You're a slow walker."

"Really?" Forrest suppressed his smirk, glancing back at her. "I didn't notice..."

"Mmhm... I did." She moved in front of him, twining her arms around his neck. "Your bubble butt moves quite nicely though..."

He laughed, wrapping his arms around her waist. "I'm sure that was the first thing you noticed."

She smiled innocently up at him. "What else?"

He rolled his eyes, brushing his lips over hers.

She brushed her lips back over his, letting her fingers slide into his thick hair.

He pulled back from her, pushing the door shut.

Misty licked her lips, then paused. "You know what? Forrest, I'll be right back." She went to her dresser, grabbed something, then disappeared into her bathroom.

He raised a brow as the door shut and locked. O...kay.

Misty quickly stripped and changed. Alright... she needed some lipstick. About three minutes later she opened the door, spotting the master vampire lounging on her bed. Or he had been lounging...

Forrest gaped, sitting up sharply at the sight of Misty in the red teddy he'd only heard about before. "Princess... Holy shit..."

She laughed softly, stepping into the room. "So you like it then?" She pushed her platinum hair back, turning before him.

"I love it..." A slow smile spread over his face, as he stood from the bed.

"I'm glad." She swallowed, feeling his lust from across the room and it nearly doubled hers. Oh dear... and the look he was giving her...

He moved over to her, his hands settling on her hips. "I love you..."

She turned her face up to his as she cupped his jaw, green eyes dark. "I love you too."

He leaned down, pressing his lips to hers in a hungry kiss.

Misty pressed her body to his, the satin of the teddy sliding against her skin as she parted her lips for him.

Forrest deepened the kiss, pulling her closer to him.

She made a small keening noise in the back of her throat as her tongue slid along his. Her hand moved from his jaw to the back of his head, her fingers toying with his locks.

He shivered, his hands slipping against the satin as he broke the kiss, trailing his mouth down to her neck.

Misty tilted her head for him, exposing more skin. "Forrest.." Her hand tightened in his hair, pulling slightly.

Forrest nipped at her neck, careful not to break the skin. That was for later... He made a small noise in his throat as she pulled on his hair, his hands pressing her into him.

She rocked against him, her hand shifting to slide down his back, a moan rising in her throat.

He had to muffle his own moan in her neck, moving his hands to pick her up.

She wrapped her legs around his waist, pressing into him as she began to kiss, suck, and nip at his jaw.

He groaned, painfully making his way back to the bed. He lowered her onto it, kneeling on the edge.

She pulled back, staring at him with hot eyes. "You need to get naked..."

He grinned, pressing his hips into hers. "You need to be patient."

She blinked at him, whimpering. "But..."

He rocked into her, swallowing back a soft noise of his own. "No but's..."

Misty shifted, digging her heels into the bed as she ground up into him. "Please?"

Forrest growled softly, masking his moan as he ground hard back into her. "Patience, Princess..."

She pouted, sliding a hand down his shoulder and over his chest. "Meany..."

He shivered involuntarily, moving to cup one of her breasts in his hand.

Her breathing, a human reflex she fell into in times like this, hitched and she pressed into his hand, her nipple budding under his touch. "Oh..."

He pinched her nipple lightly through the satin, brushing his lips over hers.

Misty moaned, her back arching as her lips brushed back over his, though her caress was more insistent.

Forrest pressed his lips to hers, taking the pressure out of the place where their hips joined.

She made a soft sound of frustration, then made a move to try and flip them over.

His hand dropped from her breast to her hip, holding her down and stalling her movement. He broke the kiss, raising a brow at her. "What did I tell you about patience?"

She pouted at him, "Woody…"

"Princess..." He teased, his hand moving away from her hip to pull the teddy down as far as he could.

She bit her lip, sliding a hand into his hair. "I don't want to be patient."

"We'll have to work on that..." He sat up, pulling the garment the rest of the way off.

Misty scowled slightly. "I think you're just getting even for the one time last week-"

Forrest leaned down, nipping at her stomach. "Maybe." He let his tongue flick out against the small, fading red mark. "Or maybe I think you need to be taught a lesson..."

She shivered, staring down at him. "I... lesson?"

"Mmhm..." He straightened his back, tugging off his shirt.

Misty smiled, running a hand up his chest. "If the lesson means you get naked...."

Forrest shivered, reaching up and taking her hand from his chest. "It may involve that..." He pinned her hand to her side, leaning over her.

"Hey.... that's not fair." She stared into his eyes. "I wanted to-"

"I know." He grinned, brushing his lips over hers. "That's part of the lesson."

She scowled slightly. "I'm not liking this lesson."

He laughed softly, "You will later, Princess. Promise." He let go of her wrist, "Don't move."

"And what'll happen if I do?" She smirked slightly.

"No sex for a week."

"But-" She gaped.

"Don't move." He repeated, clearly amused.

She scowled at him, lying there. "That's not fair."

"Who said it had to be fair?" He smirked, nibbling a line down her neck.

"Well... m...me... " She shivered at the touch of his mouth.

"Doesn't count." He licked up the line of her throat, sucking at the place her pulse would be.

Misty whimpered, struggling not to move. "B... but why?"

He didn't answer, sucking hard enough that it would leave a mark for at least a moment. When he pulled back, he moved farther down, kissing her collarbone.

She shivered again, arching her back slightly in an involuntary response. "I... Forrest..."

Lifting his head, Forrest raised a brow at her. He trailed a finger down between her breasts, letting it rest between the two mounds. "Yes, princess?"

She licked her lips, shaking her head. "Nothing..."

He smiled, though it was really more a smirk, and leaned down again. Pulling her nipple into his mouth, he traced the tip lightly with his tongue, sucking gently a moment later.

Her hands fisted in the blanket as she struggled not to move, not to caress him, not to scream. She had to be quiet. Mel was sleeping...

He pulled harder, increasing the suction in his mouth until it was nearly unbearable. Dropping a hand down the length of her body, he nudged apart her thighs. They were playing by his rules now.

She cried out, her legs splaying wide for him. He was making her ache... burn... and she could hardly stand it.

Instead of sliding a finger deep into her, as he would normally, he slid his fingers around the heated skin that surrounded her entrance. Fingertip brushing lightly over her clitoris, he slid it back easily, tracing her entrance.

She writhed before she managed to still herself, a whimper of his name rising in her throat. Torture...

After several seconds of amused inner debate, Forrest let his finger slip inside, moving it in short, quick thrusts.

Misty bit her lip then, blood quickly welling to the surface from her fangs as her eyes squeezed shut and her body arched into his caress despite her best efforts to stay still.

Pulling his finger out a moment later, he let her nipple go, air-cooling the wetness on the sensitive skin. He moved back up, ghosting a kiss over her lips. "How're you feeling, princess?" He asked, voice light and teasing.

"I..." She swallowed, licking her lips. "I... ache..." What did he want her to say?

He took one of her hands in his, guiding it to the button on his pants. "These need to go, but you're not to touch, or rush." Oh, fuck, this wasn't going to be torture for her much longer. It was going to be hell for him to survive through.

She swallowed, meeting his gaze for a moment before she ever so slowly started to undo his fly, pulling her lower lip into her mouth as she finished opening them. "Am I taking them off?" She met his gaze again, green eyes nearly black with want and need.

Only able to nod in answer, Forrest fisted his hands at his sides.

She let her eyes slide down his body and pushed herself into a position where she could reach him to get the pants off... which she did, her fingers never once touching his skin. But they came close, very close as she pulled him pants free of him.

Fuck. If he had been breathing, it would have been in shallow gasps, his body more than anxious for the touch of her fingers on him. It made him glad he had no need to breathe. It made the game so much easier to play, though if she cared to look, his hands were in a white-knuckled grip around air. "Down, princess... Back on the bed."

She fought back a pout as she crawled back to her earlier spot, meeting his gaze. "How do you want me?"

He didn't reply, slipping a knee between hers to part her legs again.

She shifted, watching him as he parted her legs with his. "Can... may I touch you?"

"If you want to." He stifled a smirk, settling himself between her thighs.

She lifted a shaking hand, smoothing it over his shoulder and down his back as the other slid down his abdomen, carefully hitting all the spots that would make him crazy.

He moaned softly, pressing himself against her entrance. Couldn't break down... Couldn't...

She whimpered at the teasing touch of him, trying to press up. "Forrest..." She scraped her fingers over his small, flat nipple.

Oh, fuck, he was completely done. Pushing into her with one, strong thrust, a groan rising in his throat.

Misty moaned, arching into him as she wrapped her legs around his waist.

"Misty..." Forrest pulled almost all the way out, pushing back in slowly. This was going to kill him, if he could die again. She was hot around him, throbbing and tight. He wouldn't be able to stay at the slow pace he'd set for long.

"Mm...?" She leaned up, kissing at his neck and sucking a bit of it into her mouth.

He shuddered, pushing in harder then he meant to. "Nothing..."

She cried out, letting go for a second, then bit down on his skin, carefully letting the blood come free, spilling into her mouth.

His moan was loud and long, and his hips jerked. Fuck the slow pace. He couldn't handle it, not with her... He started thrusting harder, picking up a quick rhythm that would suit them both.

She swallowed, her mouth working in time with their hips before she pulled back, brushing her mouth over his. "Forrest..."

Forrest made a noise in his throat that could have passed for words with no small amount of work, blinking to refocus his eyes on her face.

Misty felt herself begin to tighten, letting her hands slide into his hair and guide his mouth to her breast.

He pulled her nipple into his mouth, tracing it with his tongue before he sucked hard. His hips ground into hers every time he thrust, hitting her clitoris sharply each stroke.

Close... so close... Misty bit her lip as he thrust again, blood springing free as she came hard around him, trying not to scream.

He couldn't hold back, burying himself deep as he hit his climax with a moan of her name.

She held him, moving to try to prolong the feeling of both of their climaxes before they slowly started to come down. “Mm… love you…”

"Love you too..." He buried his face in her neck, kissing it softly as he pulled out.

"Mm. Think Mel managed to sleep through that?" Misty stroked his hair softly.

"Maybe..." Forrest shifted, lowering his body on the bed next to hers.

She rolled, resting her head on his chest. "Poor lil' sis..." She kissed his chest, then closed her eyes. "Woody?"

"Mm?"

"I think I have a job... so... I'll be able to start paying you back..."

"I told you already, Princess. You don't need to."

"I know... but I'm going to anyway..." She sat up a little. "You've done so much for Mel and I... I mean, you're amazing... you take care of Mel, you take care of me... hell, you saved my life..."

"Princess, I did what anyone would have done. You shouldn't pay me back." He pushed himself up on an elbow, raising a hand to push her hair out of her face.

She shook her head, licking her lips. "Not everyone would do it, Forrest...I mean, you barely knew me really when I lost my job and all of this started... and you were just there... putting up with my country music, my annoying assumptions, and-"

He sighed, "But I love you, and that's what matters."

She swallowed, looking down as the annoyance, determination, and his insistence upon the matter finally broke through. "I love you too... and... that's why I feel that I should do this... or at least something for you to make up for... everything."

"Being with me is more than enough." He tilted her chin back up, brushing his lips lightly over hers. "Don't worry about it."

Misty sighed. "Alright. I'll leave it alone for now." She brushed her lips back over his.

Forrest kissed the corner of her mouth, pulling her back down onto the bed. "Thank you."

She snuggled into him, nodding. "Love you."

He wrapped his arms around her, kissing the top of her head. "Love you too."
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