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Rave	By : AriannaHawk Category: Anita Blake > Het Views: 2704 -:- 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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Amiko - Yeah, I have a couple memories like that.... It wasn't at the dunes, but once we went to Whitefish Point in the UP for the first time and I was only five, and I tried to climb this really huge rock (or at least it seemed huge then, lol) and nearly fell off about a hundred times! Ah, the good ol' days.... ;) And for Edward...well, read on and you'll really be giving him some cheers.... Thanks bunches!
B Oots - Oh, I'm sure they light it up for flight safety, but there's more than one color used, and it's SOOO pretty! A&E go pretty far.... Thank you!
EdenSpring - hehehe, sorry for the delay. Thanks!!
Kittery - Yeah, I noticed that. There are a few sites though. pommedesang.shadesofgrey.us/efiction is kind of like this site, but almost all for Anita Blake, if you want to check it out. It's got a lot less fics though. Thank you!
Aura Lily - Oh, things start heating up real soon.... lol. Thank you, I am glad I was able to catch the characters. *snickers* No, you're not the only one he's starting to annoy. Stupid Richard. I finally read Narcissus in Chains and Cerulean Sins (which was much better than I thought it would be) and I really just wanted to sock him and tell him to shut up and get therapy...after all, if you go to a psychologist, it's doctor-patient confidentiality, and they can't tell that he's a werewolf or he could sue. *shrug* But he's stupid and would rather hate himself and wallow in self-pity.... Anyway, now that I've ranted long enough.... ;) lol. Thanks muchly!
Kazel - Sorry for the delay, lol, I was busy with some things. I had a bit of time and had started this chapter, so I finally decided to get my ass in gear and finish it. It's pretty short and sketchy though. I'm actually quite disappointed with it, but there's not much I can do. *shrug* Thank you! I need a flame under my ass once in a while! ;)
A/N: I had said I wouldn’t have any nooky until the chapter after this one, but I changed my mind. I fixed the spelling of “Rafael.” Oops.

No, I didn’t jump his bones as soon as we got back to the hotel. We got ready for bed and flipped on the tube, sitting on the end of our respective beds.
“TV is overrated sometimes,” I mumbled after we’d gone through all of the stations and found nothing.
Edward nodded and sighed his agreement, turning it off and tossing the remote onto the nightstand between the beds. We went to sleep–separately–and woke early the next morning to catch the ferry. The first thing we did was rent bikes and ride around the whole island. It took about two hours because of how large the island really was, and because we kept stopping to take pictures. When we were nearing the end, there was a hollowed spot in the side of a ridge, all black rock, probably eroded by water crashing against it in storms. Edward climbed up into it and grinned at me. I laughed and snapped his picture before he could stop me.
“That’s definitely going into my album,” I teased him. “I’ll write under it, ‘Ted the good ol’ boy.’”
He smiled and shook his head.
The island really was beautiful. We rode horses and even though they were going slow, Edward almost fell off. We bought fudge and pizza and ice cream and more fudge. The Grand Hotel was gorgeous, and its gardens were even better. The only problem was that we had to pay ten dollars to walk up next to it. Oh well.
It really helped me have a good time with Edward’s fingers entwined with mine whenever our hands were free. We bought some souvenirs, and took the last ferry home. We watched the sunset again and returned to our room.
“Today was great,” Edward said softly when we’d finished preparing for bed.
I was wearing an over-sized T-shirt. He was wearing boxers. The boxers were cotton and solid navy blue. I sat beside him on his bed and nodded. He smiled and kissed me, but this time it became so much more. We explored each other’s mouths and broke away breathless. He was a good kisser. He grinned at me. I found that I was half lying on his bed now. He started to back away, to give me room, but I put a stop to that by fiercely pressing my lips to his and dragging him down to me. He gave in to that until he felt my hands playing along the waistband of his boxers.
“Stop,” he whispered.
I stopped. “What’s wrong?”
He looked at me seriously. “I can’t.”
“Why not?” I asked worriedly. I knew his manhood was intact because it was pressed, happy to see me, against my hip, which also meant it was functional. There wasn’t much else that could be wrong, especially since he knew I was on the pill.
He sighed and looked away, but didn’t pull away. I touched his upper arms supportively and he turned back to meet my gaze. His icy blue eyes were dark with a mixture of emotions.
“I…know I let on before that I sleep around and things like that, but….” He choked a little. “Well, it’s just that I…. I’ve never…. I mean, I’ve seen, but I haven’t actually, technically….”
“You’re a virgin?” I asked with surprise.
He nodded mutely.
“You don’t expect me to turn away, do you?” He stared hard at me. “I won’t, Edward. And this will be special. I won’t leave you afterward, or say it didn’t mean anything, because it will. It will, I swear.”
I stared steadily into this wide blues and he slowly nodded after several minutes. I pushed him onto his back and he didn’t protest as I slid his boxers off and tossed them aside, only watched. I tossed my shirt after the boxers and gazed happily at his erection. It was full and large, larger than Jean-Claude’s, and only slightly smaller than Richard’s.
I smiled and stroked his thighs. His breath trembled a bit as my fingers teased along his inner thighs, working up and up. I barely tickled his base and he whimpered. I looked up sharply, but all I could was was pleasure on his features.
I kissed him, having to bend over him to do so. Our nipples brushed, hardening. He squeaked and suddenly I was beneath him. I smiled at him and wrapped my legs around his hips. He kissed me deeply and entered carefully. His first few thrusts were gentle and uncertain, but I ground against him and he found his pace. I wrapped my arms around his neck and tasted him. He gladly lay against me. The difference in our heights was small enough that we could do that, unlike with Jean-Claude and Richard. He brushed my spot and I gasped.
“Glad to know I’m not doing too badly,” he whispered, his voice as strained as the rest of him. “After all, I’ve got competition.”
I didn’t know what to say, but a twinkle of humor shone in his eyes, so I laughed.
“You’re not doing badly at all,” I said. He ground against my spot. “You’re doing so fucking good!” I almost screamed it.
I released him to thrash around on the covers, looking for something to hang onto. He braced himself on his arms so he looked like he was doing a push-up and he was almoittiitting up. I came with a shriek of joy. A second later he followed me, collapsing beside me while trying to relearn how to breathe. I turned to face him. His spent heat stayed inside of me. With Jean-Claude I always insisted that he remove himself from me because of how cold he was after the expenditure. Richard always removed himself because he always found his moral high ground again and was busy being disgusted with himself and pissed at me. There was no after-glow with Richard. Here with Edward, there was just that self-satisfied contentment.
I kept one leg hanging across his hip. He smiled at me and claimed my mouth.
“That…was excellent,” I sighed when he released me.
His smile broadened. “I’m glad you agree.”
I was exhausted, panting and sweating like I’d just run thirty miles without rest. Thirty-mile sprints are fun, if they’re anything like this. Oh yeah.
When we’d calmed and began to cool off, he pulled me into his arms and I snuggled against his hairless chest. He was limp inside of me, and there was no way in hell I could’ve gone for another round. I sighed happily and listened to his heart thumping against its bone cage.
“Anita?”
“Hmm?”
“Let’s go to St. Ignace tomorrow.”
“Okay.”
We lay in silence for a while longer. I was starting to fall asleep.
“Anita?”
“Yes?”
“Do you think they’ll catch up to us?”
“Yeah.”
“What will happen? They’ll know we had sex, right?”
“Yeah, they will, but screw them. I’ll deal with them. Don’t worry about it. Just bathe in it.”
“Bathe in what?”
“The afterglow mur murmured, and with that I fell asleep. I dimly heard him say “okay” before I drifted into a nice slumber.

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