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Romantic Executions: Continued	By : PrettySin Category: Anita Blake > Het Views: 3499 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the Anita Blake series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Okay! Okay! It’s the first update in like... ever. I know, I know. But this fic really hasn’t been written on in like... over a year. So go me for even trying, I say. It’s basically planned out, I just need to figure out how and where I’m fitting things in that I’ve been coming up with.

Chapters WILL BE SHORTER! It’s harder to write huge chapters on my own, covering this many characters... There are no promises that the characterizations will stay the same, though I’ll do my best. So... to start us back up here... I give you... *Drum roll* Melissa and Darien!

Dedicated to Yesi and Chasya for being my muses and showing me that this fic IS worth continuing.

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Melissa sighed, holding her backpack in her lap as she waited for the right stop. Riding the bus had to be the worst form of torture imaginable. She could hear the screaming kids behind her, the screaming kids in front of her, and the yelling idiots in the seat next to hers. She was beginning to wonder if it was worth it. But she could answer that question without a thought. Yes. Of course it was worth it. She had to see Darien.

It had taken too long for her to get permission to ride the bus to Richard and Grace's house for her not to see him. Besides, he hadn't been in school that day, and she was worried.

The perfect cliché, she thought wryly as the bus stopped and she got off. Now all she needed was soup and a"Get Well Soon" card.

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Darien leaned against the wall in the shower, letting the warm water run over his body. Bloody hell... thank God his headache had finally gone away. It’d been horrid that morning... everything so bright and making his head throb... He swallowed, shaking his head. He’d have to call Bit and explain why he hadn’t gone to school. She’d probably act all worried and such, acting like a little mother hen.

She was so amazing... and pretty and soft and smart and funny... He was incredibly lucky to have her as his bird... incredibly... She was all soft hugs and sugar and spice... and with each of their kisses, it was getting harder and harder to make himself stop... especially after waking up each moon when he woke up to her curled around him... Hell, the one moon... when he’d touched her... kissed her breasts and... Oh Bloody hell, you great prat.

Darien glared down at the erection rising against his stomach, then bit his lip. Well... it wasn’t like Rich or Grace was home... Slowly, Darien let his hand encircle his hardness.

Melissa let herself into the house, ears picking up the sound of movement from the back of the house. Letting her bag drop onto the couch, she moved toward the bathroom. She recognized the sound of the shower running, but there was still movement, muffled noises she couldn’t quite make out. It sounded like he’d just turned on the water.

Screwing up her courage, she opened the door. Blue eyes widened to the point where they hurt when she saw him, her face turning a brilliant red as she stepped back outside and shut the door. Oh, God! A slightly shaking hand flying to her mouth, she tried hard to stifle the hilarity that was stealing over her. "I’m sorry!" She called through the door, face flaming.

Darien's hands fell away from his body and his face flushed. Oh, God... He swallowed, wanting to curl in on himself... death sounded like a great option. One thing he knew for certain... he was never going to be able to face her again... and she was laughing. At him. Maybe she wasn't that different from those in the old Pack. They laughed at him too. He reached, shutting off the water and climbing out of the shower.

She took several deep breaths, calming herself enough that she could face him. Maybe. She bit her lip, listening as the water stopped. No response otherwise. "Darien?" She really could just leave... or wait for him to make himself presentable... Or help him with the problem. Her face was throbbing from all the blood that had rushed to it, and she pressed a hand to her cheek.

"What?" His tone was curt as it carried through the wood.

"I'm sorry..." She shut her eyes. Maybe she'd made a mistake in visiting. "I didn't mean to just walk in..."

He opened the door, fully dressed, his hair brushed so that it lay flat against his head. "Ah. So you forgot how to knock?"

Her eyes opened, and she dropped her hand back down to her side. "Seems like it."

His jaw ticked for a second, and he shook his head. "I was going to call you." He moved out of the bathroom, shutting the door with a little more force than needed.

She winced, wishing more than anything that she hadn't come. Just gone home and let him call. "Oh... I can go if you want me to, but I was worried... I wanted to make sure you were okay."

Darien sighed, looking at the floor. Bloody hell. "You don't have to go... and I'm fine. I had a headache this morning, but I'm better."

"Oh..." She looked up at him, brow furrowing. She was tempted to apologize again, but... something told her not to.

He looked at her, shaking his head. "Look... just... forget about it. I'm used to people laughing at me. We'll just say it didn't happen."

She shook her head, "I wasn't laughing at you... I was laughing at me." Ugh. Might as well explain, even if she wasn't sure she could keep her voice at an understandable speed. "I was thinking, when I got off the bus, that this would have been the perfect cliché if I had soup or a card, but I never thought you would be in the shower or anything. I should've, actually. It would've been a lot smarter, but I didn't, and then I saw you, and it was a completely different kind of cliché. I didn't think-"

Darien placed a finger over her lips. "I said forget it."

Melissa blinked up at him, "But-"

He shook his head. "No buts, okay?"

She sighed, "Okay. I'm still sorry."

He shrugged. "It's fine... hey... where are Richard and Grace?" He glanced around, not seeing or smelling either adult.

"They went out to Wal-Mart. Had to get something." She shrugged. "That's why I took the bus."

"Oh? How'd you live?" Darien padded bare foot towards the kitchen.

She followed him, "Carefully. Mostly thinking about you."

"Oh." He paused. "Are you thirsty?"

"A little."

"Milk, juice, water, or soda?"

"Juice." She leaned against the counter. "So what's it like, living with them?"

Darien poured her a glass, frowning in thought. "It's... weird. I've never really lived with an adult... at least not since Mom died. Dad was always gone, and now... they're here. A lot."

She tilted her head, "That would be a hard adjustment."

"Yeah." He handed her the glass. "Any news from your mum?"

She took it, shaking her head. "No. She's still working, from what I know. Dad's not really talking to me or Misty right now, so I don't know if she's calling him or whatever, but..." She shrugged with one shoulder, taking a drink.

"Oh." He paused, then leaned against the counter. "Sorry, Bit."

"It's okay. She'll be home soon." Ish. Shrugging inwardly, she set the half-empty glass down on the counter, turning to smile at him. "I have your homework. Apparently the teachers think we'll actually get it done."

He laughed softly. "Imagine that."

"Yep. The English drone insists we read another boring book, math is... math. You know how it is." She moved away, stopping in front of her bag. She crouched, opening it and after several seconds of searching, she pulled out a book, several papers, and what looked like a math test.

"Bloody hell... all in one day? How much do they hate us?"

She laughed, moving back into the kitchen to hand him the homework."Judging by the work amount, tons."

"Ah. Figures." He set them on the table, then took her hand. "So... what do you want to do until Grace and Richard get back?"

Threading their fingers, she shrugged again. "I don't know. Up to you."

"Well... we could watch some TV..." He squeezed her hand.

"Okay." She squeezed back, smiling a little.

Darien led Mel into the living room before he plopped down onto the couch, tugging her into his lap. "Hey."

Melissa leaned back against his chest, shifting to get comfortable. "Hey."

He kissed the side of her neck as he reached for the remote. "What are you in the mood for?"

She shivered, "Something funny?"

"Cartoons?" He suggested, nuzzling her.

"Sure." Biting her lip, she turned her head for him.

He kissed the corner of her mouth. "Kay..." He turned on the tv, hitting the numbers for the right channel.

She rested her head against his, content to watch for the moment. He was warm against her, and his breath tickled her ear every time he exhaled. It made it difficult to concentrate, and she lost interest in the show within the first two minutes, playing with his fingers instead.

He pulled her hand to his mouth, kissing her fingers."You smell nice."

"You do too..." She turned in his lap, her hand pulling from his to rest at the back of his neck.

He shivered slightly, shifting to cover her mouth with his.

Her lips parted invitingly, fingers curling in the drying hair at the back of his neck.

He nipped at her lower lip before deepening the kiss, his tongue sliding along hers.

Melissa let out a soft sound, eyes shutting as she met his tongue with hers. Her hand tightened at his neck, careful not to tug.

Darien lifted her in his lap, laying her down on the couch instead and scooting down next to her. "Do you mind this?"

Her eyes opened, and she shook her head. "No..."

He smiled, kissing her jaw. "Alright. Tell me when to stop, Bit." He scraped his teeth over the same place as the kiss, then sucked softly.

She pressed her head back into the cushion, exposing more room for him. The heat that started where his lips touched spread through out her body, making her shake with the want for his touch.

He sucked at her neck, over her pulse as his hand scrapped over her abdomen, pushing the shirt out of the way to tease her skin.

Melissa moaned as his fingers traced the bottom line of her bra-

"Darien, you here?" Jamil's voice floated into the room and the teen were jerked off of her.

"Yeah. Yeah, I’m here." He swallowed, helping Mel up. Damn.

"Where’s Meli-" Jamil cut himself off, smirking at them.

Shang-Da leaned against the doorway, shaking his head. You two can’t be left alone for a minute."

Darien glared at them. "We weren’t doing anything wrong."

Melissa blushed, glancing at the men who just smirked.

"Sure." Jamil rolled his eyes. "You keep forgetting our sense of smell."

Darien sighed, leaning against the back of the couch as he ran a hand through his still damp hair. "Maybe I’m wishing it’ll just go away."

Shang-Da smirked. "Not likely. Should we give you two the talk?"

The young Brit gave the Hati a look. "No thanks. Had it. And I think we’re figuring it out fine on our own."

Melissa gave Darien a look as her face flamed. Luckily, the sound of car doors in the driveway saved them from replying. "Um... Let’s help carry in groceries?"

Darien stood, offering her a hand. "Sure thing, Bit."

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