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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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Jean-Claude buttoned his shirt with deft fingers, stepping out into the living room. The smells were different today... "Ma Joli?"

She held up a finger, pointing to the phone. "No... I'd be very interested... Yes. Well... yes, Tomorrow would be fine. We'd be... We? My... significant other and I... all right. Yes, the club would be great..."

His lips quirked slightly, and he nodded, leaning against the wall to wait for her to finish.

Several minutes later she hung up, sighing. "Tomorrow the publisher is sending someone to the club to meet with us."

Jean-Claude nodded, "That is a good thing, non?"

"Mm. But I wanted to stay and be in bed with you when you woke up."

He shrugged, "It was an important call, Ma Joli."

"And waking up with you was important to me..." She pouted, slouching in her seat.

Jesse lay in the doorway, as if watching for Bonnie.

Jean-Claude's lips twitched again, and he moved over to her seat, "Your presence was missed, Ma Joli, but I understand."

"Mmm." She pushed her bed-mussed hair back, stretching in her PJs.

He leaned down, brushing a kiss over her lips, "Good evening, Ma Joli."

She smiled. "Good evening, Jean-Claude." Aahz pushed his hair back, watching his brow furrow. "What?"

"Why do the rooms smell like sex, Ma Joli? The smell should have faded since last night..." He frowned slightly down at her.

She blushed. "I have an explanation for that..."

He quirked a brow questioningly.

"Alex brought a friend in with a female Vizsla named Bonnie... and Jesse... and Bonnie er..."

He chuckled, "I understand your meaning, Ma Joli. You need not explain further."

"Good." Aahz wrinkled her nose. "So we'll probably be having puppies..."

Jean-Claude shut his eyes, "More of your beast?"

Jesse lifted his head from his paws and yipped.

"I might... want to keep one. Jesse's not going to be... well... around forever..." She lowered her gaze, biting her lip.

He nodded, opening his eyes and pressing a kiss to her temple, "Oui, Ma Joli. That is a reasonable request."

Aahz raised her gaze. "I'd understand it if you didn't-"

He brushed his lips over hers, "Ma Joli, we will keep one. If...Bonnie is to have puppies."

She smiled, sliding a hand into his hair. "Thank you."

He smiled back, "You are welcome."

"This is a new shirt..." She noted absently, toying with the lace.

"Oui." He rested his hands on her shoulders, brushing his lips over her temple.

She nuzzled at his throat. "I like it..."

He shivered, tilting his head to the side, "Do you?"

"Yes..." She licked her lips, her tongue brushing over his skin.

He swallowed, easing a hand into her hair, "That is good to know, Ma Joli."

She tugged gently at the lace collar before sliding her hand into the shirt. "Mmhmm..." It'd also be good if she knew how to get it off...

His muscles tightened under her hand and he shivered, "Searching for something, Ma Joli?" He asked softly.

She nipped his jaw. "Well... I need to take a bath... so..."

He swallowed, "Shall I join you?"

"Mmm... That was what I was thinking..." She found the clasp, undoing it before she pushed his shirt away from his chest. Aahz swallowed, licking her lips.

"Perhaps we should relocate to the bathroom, then..." He brushed a kiss over her lips, his hand sliding down her shoulder.

She nipped at his lower lip, shivering. "P...perhaps..."

He slid his hand down to her stomach, pressing a kiss to the corner of her mouth. "Oh?"

Her tummy tightened and she bit her lower lip. "I..." He was distracting her! Not fair!

He slipped his hand into her shirt, "You...?"

"I can't think with you..."She pressed into his hand, her own tightening in the lace of his shirt.

His lips twitched, sliding his hand towards her breasts. "My apologies, Ma Joli."

"You're..." She bit her lip harshly, whimpering.

He pulled his hand from her shirt slowly, "I'm?"

Teasing... torturing... making her needier than... well. She caught his mouth with hers, trying to convey her emotions.

He parted his lips, his hand pulling her mouth closer to his.

Aahz parted her lips, holding him to her as the kiss deepened.

He slid his tongue along hers, taking her hand and pulling her to her feet.

Aahz pressed herself into him, pushing his shirt down and off of his shoulders before tossing it into the now empty chair.

He shivered, slipping his hands into her shirt, "Bath, Ma Joli?"

"Please..." She nipped at his jaw before turning towards the bathroom door.

He followed her, shutting the door behind him as he entered the tiled room.

She faced him, tugging her nightshirt over her head before tossing it in the hamper. "I'll start the tub.... with or without bubbles?"

"With, if you would, Ma Joli." He began removing his pants, watching her move with a slight smile.

She sat on the edge of the huge tub, starting the tap before plugging the drain. "Hmm... Lilac... vanilla..." Aahz looked at him over her shoulder. "Which scent?"

"Vanilla." He pulled off his pants, tossing them away from himself.

She swallowed, adding the goopy substance and watching as bubbles emerged. Satisfied, she stood, loosening the drawstring on her pajama pants.

He stepped towards her, his hands coming to rest on her hips, just above the loose pants, "Would you like some help, Ma Joli?"

She stilled, her breath hitching. "If you'd like to..."

He brushed a kiss over her lips, "I would."

"Then... please..." Aahz licked her lips, shifting closer to the Master Vampire.

Jean-Claude smiled, hooking his fingers in her pants and pulling them down slowly.

Her tummy tightened and she bit her lip, stepping out of the pants. He'd left her panties on as he was prone to doing as of late... He seemed to enjoy the extra torture.

He pressed a kiss just above the top of her panties, tracing them with a pale finger.

She shivered, sliding her hands into his hair.

He looked up, smiling lazily at her. His finger slipped down, tracing the seam of the undergarment down to her inner thighs.

Heat began to pool low in her tummy and she bit her lip. Evil vampire...

He ran his finger along the slightly damp section of her panties, pressing gently.

She whimpered, her hands tightening in his raven locks.

He pressed a little harder against her entrance, leaning up and brushing a kiss just under her breasts.

“Jean-Claude..." She pressed the apex of her thighs against his hand, moaning.

"Oui?" He released the pressure, applying it again a moment later.

"Lord..." Her back arched and her body trembled.

He raised his free hand to the small of her back, his fingers repeating the motion.

She bit her lip, sliding her hands from his hair to his shoulders. "The... tub..." He repeated the motion and she whimpered.

He slid his hand down her bum, and pulled his fingers away from her, giving a last teasing press, "Oui. The tub."

"Evil..." She muttered, moving to strip off her panties.

He chuckled, "You sound so sure, Ma Joli."

"Me? Oh, I am..." She smirked, tossing the underwear at him before turning to the tub.

He caught them easily, rolling his eyes as he tossed the garment towards the hamper.

Aahz hummed as she leaned forward, testing the temperature of the water. Perfect.

"Is it ready, Ma Joli?" Jean-Claude quirked a brow, stepping up behind her.

"Yup." She turned off the tap, splashing him teasingly. "Don't you think?"

He laughed softly, his lips twitching upwards, "Oui."

"Do you want to get in first?" Damn. His laughter always did funny things to her tummy... even without the whole vampire touch you with it thing... Did that make any sense?

He shrugged, "You may enter the tub first, Ma Joli, if you wish."

She licked her lips, pushing her hair back as she stepped into the water. Uttering a breathy moan, she sat, leaning against the side of the tub.

He swallowed, stepping in after her. Mon Dieu, she would be the death of him.

"I love this tub..." Aahz swallowed, glancing at him.

He nodded, sinking down slightly in the water. "I am glad, Ma Joli."

She watched him ease himself down into the water until he was seated like an ocean god. Can we say drool? Aahz licked her lips, shifting so that she was kneeling.

Jean-Claude turned slightly to face her, the bubbles shifting on top of the water. "Did your conversation go well with the publisher?"

"I... don't want to talk about the publisher right now, Jean-Claude."

His lips quirked, "What is it you wish to speak about then, Ma Joli?"

"Who ever said that what I wanted involved talking?" Not a lot of it anyway...

He shrugged, a smile toying with his lips now.

She moved forward, bracing her hands on the tub near his shoulders before straddling him.

He swallowed, his hands coming to rest on her hips, "So you wish to exercise the non-verbal speaking, Ma Joli?" He quirked a brow, eyes mischievous.

She laughed softly. "Perhaps."

He slid a hand down her thigh, "Perhaps?"

"Mmhmm." Aahz nodded, running a hand down his chest as the ends of her hair floated around her chest.

He leaned forward, brushing a kiss over her lips, trailing his mouth towards her jaw. "Ma Joli."

She shivered. "Yes?"

He didn't answer, instead moving his mouth down to a recent scar on her neck.

"Mmm." She tilted her head, swallowing.

He kissed the scar, tracing it with his tongue before moving his mouth to her fluttering pulse.

Aahz whimpered as his fangs brushed her skin, sliding her hand up to the back of his neck.

He bit down carefully, his fangs breaking her soft skin easily.

Her hand gripped at his curls, her breath hitching. Lord... it always hurt at first... soon however, as he began to swallow, heat pooled in her tummy and she shifted her hips.

He swallowed, feeling himself begin to stir as her blood slid down his throat.

Aahz whimpered his name, sliding her hand over his chest.

A moment later, he pulled his mouth away from her neck, kissing the bite as it began to close slowly.

She swallowed, blinking. Her eyes had closed at some point... she hadn't realized...

Jean-Claude looked up at her, a dark curl threatening to fall into his eyes. "Ma Joli?"

"Mm?" She met his gaze, brushing the lock of hair out of his face.

He brushed a kiss over her lips, "Je t'aime."

She smiled. "I love you too."

He smiled back, his hand rubbing her thigh idly.

Aahz brushed her mouth over his, teasing the crease with her tongue before nipping at the soft skin below his chin.

He shivered, tilting his head back slightly to rest against the edge of the tub.

She teased his neck, her hand sliding over his chest again... then down.

His muscles bunched under her hand, his eyes sliding shut as she teased him.

She traced his navel with her thumb before wrapping her fingers around his member.

A low moan escaped his throat, and he pressed up into her hand. "Ma Joli..."

"Yes?" She laved at his throat, scraping it lightly with her teeth before sucking.

He raised his head, blinking open his eyes slowly. His hand slid up her thigh in answer, his fingers teasing her folds.

She gasped, her hand gripping his member a bit harder.

He moaned, his hips pressing up again.

"Jean-Claude..." She mumbled, her hips rocking as she stroked his member.

"Mm?" He slid a finger past her folds slowly, his hips rocking back slightly against her hand.

"Ple..." She swallowed, her hand starting a slow rhythm. "Please..."

He waited for his voice to come back to him before he spoke, his finger finding the hidden nub between her legs, "Please what?"

She whimpered, nipping at his throat. Big... evil... sexy... delicious vampire...

He swallowed, his finger toying with the nub almost lazily.

Her thumb circled the tip of his member as she pressed hard into his hand.

He groaned, pressing up into her hand and pushing back against her clitoris.

She kissed her way to the corner of his mouth, her breath coming in short pants as their hands worked each other.

His fingers slid back, teasing her entrance while his hips rocked against her hand carefully.

His hand felt like electricity and she moaned, her hand tightening as she slid it from tip to base.

His eyes shut and he groaned, slipping a finger inside of her.

Aahz cried out, stilling for a moment before she shifted her hips to ride his hand.

Jean-Claude opened his eyes to watch her, the water sloshing a bit as she moved against the small thrusts his hand was making.

Her hand stroked him in time with her movements, and she tilted her head back.

He swallowed back a moan, his hips moving against her hand as he slipped another finger inside of her.

"Mm... Jean-Claude..." She whimpered his name, adjusting her grip on his member as her free hand found his nipple.

The nub tightened under her fingers and he moaned softly, "Oui?"

"It feels..." Aahz nipped the corner of his mouth, shaking her head as she stroked him, her nails teasing his nipple.

Jean-Claude pulled his fingers out of her slowly, and moved his hand back to her hip. He brushed a kiss across her now slightly pouted lips, and shifted their positions, so that her back was pressed against the edge of the tub, and he was leaning over her.

She blinked, frowning slightly. She had been growing close to her peak and he... gr.

He quirked a brow at her, his fingers tapping on her hips gently, "Is something amiss, Ma Joli?"

"You..." She shifted. "I was-"

He slid a hand around to cup her bum, moving forward to press his hips against hers, "You were?"

Aahz swallowed. "I was close to..." She shifted against him.

"Mm... close to...?" He shifted, pressing against her entrance.

"You're teasing me..." She pressed upwards, the tip of him easing inside.

He groaned again, pressing a little farther in, "Perhaps."

"I... Jean-Claude..." She squirmed, trying to pull him in.

He teased her for a moment, remaining only slightly encased in her, before she gave a rather persistent tug and he slid completely inside her.

She moaned, her nails digging into his back a bit.

He held still, pressing his face into her neck. He hardly noticed as the water began to cool slightly around them.

"Please..." She shifted against him, whimpering at the sensation. "I need you..."

He raised his head and began a slow rhythm. "Ma Joli..."

"Mm?" She cupped his flexing bottom, moving with him.

He pressed a kiss to her lips, thrusting into her in a steady rhythm, his bum moving against her hands.

Aahz let her eyes slide shut and she parted her lips against his.

He slid his tongue into her mouth, keeping his thrusts slow and evenly paced.

Their mouths mated and she shifted a hand to the nape of his neck.

He moved a hand from her hips, slipping it between her thighs to where they were joined.

She moaned into his mouth at the contact, her hips bucking against his.

His eyes slid shut and he pressed his hips against hers, forcing her to be still as his fingers found her clitoris again.

She whimpered as his fingers stroked her. She was growing close again and... he wasn't letting her... She slid a hand down his back, nails teasing.

He released the pressure on her hips, allowing her to move again. She was... Lord. He stroked the nub with talented fingers, restarting the rhythm.

She pressed harder into him, craving the release he promised.

He thrust harder into her, his fingers pinching gently.

She blinked her eyes open, moaning as they moved, her hand moving to stroke at his nipples.

He shivered, shifting his hips as he thrust, determined to bring her.

Aahz broke their kiss, nipping at his jaw as her body began to tighten.

Jean-Claude's lips parted in a quiet moan, and he felt his own peak approach.

She pressed harder into him...Once...twice... She stiffened, coming hard around him.

He opened his eyes as she clenched around him, her hard release driving him to his own.

She bit her lip harshly, holding him to her.

He pressed a kiss to her neck, letting his weight fall on her slowly.

She made a contented noise, smiling against his skin. "So..."

He nuzzled her neck, his eyes closing halfway, "Mm..."

"Would you like to hear about the publisher now?" Her voice was teasing.

He nipped carefully at her neck, "Oui, if you wish to tell the tale, though I find myself quite content to be silent."

"Mm. Me too." She stroked at his hair.

He rested his head on her shoulder, "Je t'aime, Ma Joli."

"Te amo..."

He smiled, pulling his hand from where they were still joined.

Aahz shivered, biting her lip. "It's a shame..."

Jean-Claude raised his head, quirking a brow, "What is, Ma Joli?"

"The fact that we have to move..." She sighed. "Alas, we must work... stupid full moon..."

He chuckled softly, "Oui, we must move..." He pulled out of her reluctantly, standing before he stepped back in the rapidly cooling water.

She stood as well, pushing her hair back. "Aw... the bubbles are gone..."

His lips twitched upward, "Oui, and the water is cooling."

She pouted a bit. Darn it.... she LIKED the bubbles...

He stepped toward her, brushing his thumb over her protruding lower lip, "A pout, Ma Joli?"

"You bet." She sighed. "My favorite part of the bath is gone..."

He pressed a kiss to her temple, "We could draw another bath, Ma Joli."

Aahz looped her arms around his waist. "Mmm... never mind. I lied."

He wrapped his arms around her, "Oh?"

"Mmhm. You're right here."

He kissed the spot behind her ear, "I thought the rubber duck was your favorite part of the bath, Ma Joli."

She laughed, poking his side. "Oh you..."

He chuckled, raising his head and brushing a kiss over her lips, "Je t'aime."

"Je t'aime aussi."

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Micah sighed as he and Laura began to walk out back to the official meeting place for the wereleopards during the full moon... dubbed the Kittenar by his smart ass Pard members. He had a strong feeling this night wasn't going to go well. Caleb and Gregory had split less than a week ago and the house was chaos. Nothing ever seemed to get cleaned unless it was he or Laura doing the cleaning... and Gregory was worth more than that. Caleb however... had fucked it up magnificently.

Laura took his hand in hers, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "You're worrying again."

His lips quirked, "I do that." He raised her hand to his mouth, kissing the palm.

She offered him a small smile in return, "If Caleb tries to screw things up any more than he already has, I think you'll have a good reason to worry. Tonight though, just watch."

He nodded slowly. "I'll try, Pet."

She pulled their joined hands back down, giving his another small squeeze, "Just let Caleb and Gregory figure it out. They will eventually."

"I suppose." He looked up, surprised to see Vivian already there, sitting beneath a tree.

Laura reluctantly let go of Micah's hand and moved over to the other leopard.

Vivian looked up at her Nimir Ra, offering a small smile. "He's hiding in the car."

Laura smiled slightly, nodding, "That would explain why I didn't see him." She sat down next to Vivian, "How's he doing?"

"Horribly." Vivian sighed as Micah sat near them. "He's... It's like he's dead. There's nothing there. The guest room is trashed... and Stephen says that's like a snow storm in hell so..."

Micah frowned. "It is. Gregory is a neat freak."

Laura rubbed at her eyes, "He's worse than I thought he would be."

"How's... Caleb doing?" Vivian bit her lip.

The Nimir Ra leaned her head back against the tree, "He hardly comes out of his room. When he does, it's to use the bathroom, or get something to eat. He looks like something ate him and spat him back out."

"Idiots." Micah sighed. "Caleb won't tell us what happened... though it's obviously something more at his fault... and Gregory's not talking either."

Vivian furrowed her brow. "Caleb... he told Gregory he wanted to break up because he didn't want to try loving him..."

Laura shut her eyes, breathing out a curse, "Dumbass."

Micah nodded. "Indeed. You'd never know he was accepted to Harvard..."

Vivian blinked. "Caleb was accepted to Harvard?"

Laura raised her head, shrugging, "Apparently."

Caleb stepped into the clearing, looking, in a word, horrible. His shirt was stained badly, like he hadn't bothered to wash it before he'd put it on. His pants were wrinkled from sleeping in them, and he hadn't bothered with shoes. His hair was a tangled mess on his head, and he'd made a bad attempt at shaving. "Where's Greg?"

Vivian growled at him. "None of your business."

"Vivian." Micah's voice was sharp.

Laura took in Caleb's appearance with a sigh, and Caleb moved farther in towards them, "I just want to talk to him."

"Like you did before?" Vivian ignored Micah's frustrated groan. "Haven't you done enough?"

Caleb shut his eyes tightly, and Laura quirked a brow. He was controlling his temper. This was new. "Where is he, Viv? I just need to talk to him."

"He's in the car, Caleb." Micah stood. "Make no mistake... you can talk... but I will deal with no soap opera problems on this night."

Vivian blinked, looking down.

Laura rose to her feet, laying a hand on Micah's shoulder, "Micah, relax."

Caleb nodded, making his way out of the clearing towards the driveway.

He turned his green eyes to her, sighing. Damn it.

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Caleb rubbed his jaw, feeling the stubble there. What the hell was he doing? All right... So some of the things Vivian had said about denial had gotten to him... But that whole teakettle thing was a little weird. He shook his head. He'd had a revelation, and one that he definitely needed to share with the former member of an old Bob.

Gregory stared blankly out the windshield of Vivian's car, still as a corpse.... and that's what he felt like. He felt no need to move... to cry... to eat... to breathe.. He felt like nothing... and wasn't that what he was? Nothing? A piece of rubbish to be discarded? Who could blame... Caleb? Honestly? No one. He was a pervert... a sicko... and one who didn't deserve to live.

Caleb froze at the sight of Gregory, who was staring blankly at him. No... through him. Caleb bit his lip, continuing forward cautiously.

Gregory didn't blink... he didn't move... he just stared. Perhaps... he should leave. Go... go somewhere else where Caleb wouldn't have to deal with him...

Caleb made it to the car, frowning. Gregory hadn't reacted to his presence. In fact, he hadn't moved at all. "Greg?" The slightly confused were tapped unsurely on the passenger side window.

Gregory blinked, his head turning slowly before he realized it was Caleb, paling.

Caleb bit his lip, "Can I talk to you?"

Gregory shook lightly as he rolled down the window. "W...what?"

Caleb swallowed, his heart picking up speed in his chest. "Um... after you left, the other day, Viv and Stephen came to get your things..."

"Oh. You want your CD back." Gregory seemed to shrink in on himself. "I'll have Stephen bring it by."

Caleb shook his head, "No... just listen for a minute, please?"

Gregory nodded, lowering his gaze.

"When they came by... Viv said some things. Most of which I think were just to get me to think... Which obviously succeeded and I'm getting off topic, sorry. She said something about me being ass over teakettle in love, which frankly, I really don't get... One, why was she talking about my ass, and what does it have to do with a tea kettle?" Caleb winced, returning to his first train of thought, "Sorry, off track again. She said something else about me being in denial about it..." He bit his lip, looking down at his bare feet, "And I think she's right."

Gregory nodded. "It's fine. I understand."

Caleb shook his head, running a shaking hand through his hair, "I don't think you do."

Gregory looked up reluctantly.

Caleb met his cornflower blue eyes and swallowed, "What I'm trying to tell you, is that..." He fisted his hand at his side to stop it from shaking. "I love you."

Gregory's gaze saddened. "No... no you don't." He clicked off his seat belt.

Caleb's mouth dropped open, "What?"

Easing out of the car, Gregory shook his head. "Don't... don't let other people talk you into feeling something you don't Caleb... I... I understand that you can't... I'm not really even that surprised..." Gregory swallowed. "I've done too much." He stepped around the other were, shutting the door behind him.

Caleb shut his mouth and lowered his hand from his hair, "If that's what you want to think... fine. But it's not true, Greg. They didn't talk me into it. They suggested strongly that I think about it, and I did. This is the conclusion I've come to. If-" His voice broke, and he cursed silently, "If it matters, you're the first person I've loved."

Gregory stilled. He wanted to believe him... he really did... But... what if he changed his mind? Said it wasn't... wasn't love? Gregory squeezed his eyes shut, a tear making its way down his cheek.

Caleb caught the salty smell of tears and bit his lip, taking a small step towards his once-lover.

A sob caught in Greg's throat and he swore, wiping roughly at his face.

Caleb reached out, resting a tentative hand on Gregory's shoulder. "Greg?"

He flinched, glancing at him. "Y-yeah?"

Caleb let his hand drop down and stepped back. "I'm sorry."

"Me too." Gregory licked his lips, facing him.

Caleb bit his lip, not daring to hope yet. "Do you still...?"

"Still? Love you? Of course." Gregory swallowed. "I can't turn it on and off, Caleb. It doesn't work like that."

Caleb nodded, "I know... but I was a really big ass, so I thought..."

"That what? That would be enough? If that's what you want, you'll have to try harder."

Caleb shook his head, "No. I didn't want that, and I still don't. I just wanted you to be able to move on, and now..." Caleb brought a hand up to his eyes and rubbed hard at one of them.

Gregory remained silent, waiting for him to complete the sentence.

"Now I just want another chance."

Gregory swallowed. "Caleb..."

Caleb bit his lip, lowering his hand to his side, "I know I'm asking a lot... but for the sake of Bob?"

Gregory shook his head. "I want more."

Caleb shut his eyes, "For us? For you, for love..."

There was silence for a moment, then a soft brush of lips over Caleb's. "For love."

Caleb opened his eyes, meeting Gregory's, "I love you."

Gregory’s eyes slid shut and he nodded. "I love you too."

Caleb smiled softly, brushing his lips over Gregory's. "We should get to the Kittenar... Micah's a little pissed at me. And Viv. And Laura, if I'm really good."

"No." Gregory hugged the other man, holding him to him. "I'm being selfish... if for this moment."

Caleb wrapped his arms around Gregory's waist, "I'll go with that."

Gregory rested his head on Caleb's shoulder. "Good."

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Micah glanced towards the driveway as he paced, his brow flawed by a heavy frown. "Maybe I should-"

Laura shook her head, "No. Let them figure it out, Micah. If they haven't settled it by tomorrow, then you can interfere. Until then, just sit down."

He sighed, flopping down on the grass beneath the tree. "Pet... did anyone ever tell you you're bossy?"

Vivian laughed. "You have, Nimir Raj."

Laura smiled, taking her lover's hand, "Yeah, you, and Joe, and Karen, and Mary, and Richard, and -"

He chuckled, brushing his mouth over hers. "Indeed."

She smiled, kissing the corner of his mouth, "That's why you love me, too."

"Mm. Of course... Especially when..." He whispered in her ear and Vivian wrinkled her nose. "Really? You let the Nimir Ra be in charge?"

Laura blushed, poking Micah in the side, "You're exposing my secrets. What have I told you about that?"

"You'll punish me later?" He winked.

Vivian rolled her eyes. "I'm going to go bug Cherry and Zane." She stood, wiping off her bottom.

Laura grinned, scraping her nails gently across his t-shirt covered abs, "Of course." She laughed as Vivian shook her head and made her way towards the scantily clad Cherry and Zane with his current hair of choice. Orange spikes.

Vivian plopped down next to Cherry and Micah laughed, pulling Laura into his lap. "I love you, Pet."

She rested back against his chest, smiling, "I love you too, Micah."

He kissed her temple. "So... am I properly butting out of the situation with Caleb and Gregory?"

"Mm... It'll do." She leaned her head back, resting it on his shoulder.

"I hope so." He sighed. "I just... they rushed... and now..."

She turned her head, kissing his jaw, "Give it till tomorrow before you interfere. There hasn't been any yelling yet, no breaking glass... no moans, they might actually be talking."

Micah brushed his lips over hers. "I still can not believe you're making me wait until Christmas."

Laura laughed softly, kissing the corner of his mouth, "It's not as bad as you're making it out to be, Micah. Besides, you're hard to resist when you've got snow in your hair. It's very nearly impossible, I'll have you know."

He smirked. "Is that so? Is that why you insisted on building a snow man only to start a snow ball fight before we were finished?"

She lifted her head, shrugging innocently, "Maybe."

He chuckled softly, nipping at her earlobe.

Laura shivered, turning slightly in his lap, "You know, I think you cheat."

Micah quirked a brow, "At...?"

She rolled her eyes, raising a hand and sliding it into his hair, "At this. You complain about the winter wedding, and you're cute. Then you start to nibble, or you smirk and you're just flat out sexy. Yep. You cheat."

He laughed. "Thanks, Pet."

Her lips twitched and she struggled for a straight face, "It wasn't supposed to be a compliment you know." Her eyes glittered with a suppressed smile, and she pushed his hair back from his face.

"If you say so." He turned his head, kissing her palm.

She grinned, "Caught you in the act. You're cheating."

"Shall I not play?"

She leaned forward, brushing her lips over his, "No... I much prefer a cheating you to a not playing you."

"Mm." He caught her mouth with his, his lips teasing.

She slid her hand back into his hair, her lips parting slightly.

He nipped her lower lip, tugging it into his mouth before deepening the kiss.

She nearly melted against him, her tongue meeting his with familiarity.

He rested his hand on her back, his fingers spread.

She purred contently, resting her hand on his shoulder, her other hand tangling in the soft hairs at the nape of his neck.

He shivered, resting his other hand on her thigh.

She shivered under his hands, her eyes sliding shut as her tongue ran along his.

Micah let a low purr rumble through his chest only to hear... a loud wolf whistle from Zane.

Laura pulled back from the kiss with a sigh, resting her forehead against Micah's.

"Can I kill him, Pet? Please? Get him neutered?"

She brushed her lips over his, "One, Cherry would kill you. Two, if you neutered him, he'd grow it back eventually."

"She wouldn't kill me if I did it tonight... he'd grow it back..."

Laura rolled her eyes, sitting up in his lap, "He'd grow it back, sure, but I doubt Cherry would forget."

Micah sighed, burying his face in her neck. "Fine..."

She toyed with his hair idly, tempted to growl as Zane let out another whistle.

Micah kissed her neck, tempted to forget the fact that he was a mature, full-grown male and flip the bird at the other man.

There was a surprised yelp from the other side of the clearing, and a muffled 'Ow' from Cherry.

Vivian laughed as Cherry rubbed her sore hand. "Wow... didn't know you worked out Zane..."

He shrugged, smirking. "Did you need to?"

Cherry rolled her eyes, rubbing at her hand, "I knew."

Zane pulled the wounded limb to his mouth, brushing his lips over it. "Sorry Cher..."

Vivian rolled her eyes. "When are Kitty and Jess getting here?"

Cherry shrugged, "Soon, probably. It's nearly time."

Zane nipped lightly at the back of her hand, unhappy that he wasn't getting her attention.

Vivian rolled her eyes, watching as their Nimir Raj snuggled up with their Nimir Ra.

Cherry turned to quirk a brow at her lover, "You're insistent tonight..."

Nathaniel pulled Jess into the clearing from the back door of the house, looking slightly disgruntled.

Jess frowned at him. "I can walk on my own."

Vivian frowned. Great. Just what they needed. Another lover's spat.

Zane shrugged. "I'm not every night?"

Nathaniel stopped pulling, "Sorry." He looked up at Vivian, "Hey Viv."

Cherry shrugged back, smoothing her hand over Zane's jaw.

He smiled, kissing her palm. "Let's... go for a walk."

Micah glanced up from Laura as Vivian replied, "Hey, Nate-y... Jess."

Jess rubbed at her wrist, still frowning. Ow.

Cherry nodded, letting him tug her away.

Nathaniel smiled slightly at Vivian, turning back to Jess, "Jess?"

"Yeah?"

Micah's brow furrowed and he eased back from Laura. What was it with his Pard this... Month?

Laura slid off his lap, watching Nathaniel and Jess with a slight frown.

"I'm sorry... are you alright?" Nathaniel bit his lip, glancing down at her wrist.

She slid it behind her back. "Fine." She glanced at Micah. "Hell-Oh!" Nathaniel had grabbed her hand.

The stripper frowned, inspecting his lover's wrist with gentle fingers. "Hun... I'm sorry."

Laura stood from under the tree, brushing her hair from her face.

Jess sighed. "What put you in such a mood anyway? You were happy before we got here." She bit her lip, shaking her head.

Micah stood as well, prowling towards the pair at a leisurely stroll.

Nathaniel brushed his fingers over the angry red mark, "The house... It doesn't smell right or anything."

The Nimir Raj quirked a brow, "It does not smell enough like sex for you, Nathaniel?"

Jess glanced at the Nimir Raj. "Of course. it's only two couples working at it and it's well known ya'll aren't as energetic as Caleb and Gregory... were." She winced.

Laura stepped up next to Micah, watching Nathaniel's finger's brush over Jess's wrist. "Maybe we should try harder then."

Nathaniel shook his head slightly, letting his fingers fall still over Jess's veins, "Sorry," He said again, "I'm... stressed."

Micah's lips quirked, "Perhaps, Pet."

Jess sighed. "Don't..." She bit her lip. "Will it bug you if I asked why?"

Nathaniel raised her wrist to his lips, pressing a gentle kiss to the now-fading red splotch, "I'll tell you later, Jess."

Laura grinned up at Micah, "Just 'perhaps'?"

Jess nodded, glancing at the other couple in time to see Micah lean down and nip at Laura's mouth. "Perhaps."

Nathaniel lowered Jess's hand back down to her side, his lilac eyes searching her face.

Laura rolled her eyes in mock-exasperation, brushing her lips back over Micah's, "Fine... perhaps."

Jess looked back at her lover, smiling as she reached up, tucking a lock of his long hair behind his ear.

"Am I not doing enough, Pet?" Micah teased.

Nathaniel smiled, nudging his head against her hand, not unlike a cat asking to be pet.

Laura grinned, "I'd never get enough of you."

Jess stroked his hair, stepping closer to him.

Micah smirked down at Laura, cupping her hip in his hand.

Nathaniel purred low in his throat, wrapping an arm around Jess's waist.

Laura quirked a brow at Micah, tucking a finger into his back pocket.

Jess shivered as they brushed together, continuing to stroke his hair even as she nuzzled his jaw.

Micah quirked a brow right back at her, her hand hot against him.

Laura slid the rest of her hand into his pocket, a slow smile spreading across her lips.

Nathaniel's purr grew louder, and he glanced at Micah and Laura, his arm pulling Jess closer to him.

"Nathaniel..." Jess bit her lip. "This is..."

Nathaniel nodded, watching the Nimir Ra smirk, "How about a walk?" He suggested softly.

She licked her lips, nodding back. "Mmkay."

He smiled a bit, letting his hand fall from her waist to take hers.

Jess glanced at Micah, noting that he was very distracted indeed before Nathaniel brought her attention back to him. She threaded her fingers through his, smiling.

They started towards a path, passing an obviously bored Vivian.

Vivian rolled her eyes as she watched Nathaniel tug Jess closer to him. Perhaps she should warn them... Nah...

Nathaniel paused as they rounded the first bend, glancing at Jess before shaking his head slightly.

"What? What was the head shaking for?" She frowned, pausing. Nathaniel had been acting odd for a couple of weeks now, and it was starting to worry her.

He shook his head, "Nothing."

She looked down, trying not to clench her teeth. She wouldn't hit him. She wouldn't. Besides... he LIKED spanking... it'd do her no good.

Nathaniel bit his lip, glancing at the surrounding trees. "I'm sorry, Jess. I..."

"Look... don't worry about it, alright?" She tugged her hand from his, sliding both into her pockets, taking a fork in the path that she knew lead to a small clearing.

He followed her, watching her move with an unsure lilac gaze.

"Cherry... yeah... Baby.... Just like that Cheri... uhn..."

Jess froze, clapping a hand over her mouth. "Oh God."

Nathaniel blinked as Jess stepped back, turning to him with wide eyes, "Jess... what-?"

"Move..." She shook her head. "Just... just turn around..."

He blinked again, years of doing what he was told taking control over his curiosity as he turned in confusion.

"CHERRY!"

Jess winced, blushing madly as she pushed past Nathaniel, hurrying down the path in the opposite direction.

Nathaniel shut his eyes, catching the fresh scent of sex. "Lord..." He opened his eyes, following after Jess with a sigh.

Jess pressed the heels of her palms hard against her eyes. She REALLY did not want to see that... really... Cherry giving Zane head was not at all... yick...

He found her like that, standing at the first bend of the path. "Jess?"

"My eyes.... they'll never be the same... I'll have nightmares..."

Nathaniel's lips twitched, and he stopped just behind her, "Some things are better left unseen, then?"

Jess whimpered, nodding.

He pressed a kiss to her temple, "I'm sorry."

She leaned back into him. "I really didn't want to see that..."

He wrapped his arms around her waist, rubbing her hip comfortingly with his hand, "I don't think anyone did."

"Mm." She shifted, getting comfortable against him.

He pressed his nose to the soft spot behind her ear, "I love you, Jess."

She shivered. "I love you too, Nathaniel."

He nuzzled the spot, letting his eyes drift shut.

Her tummy tightened and she bit her lip, a purr growing in her throat.

His hand stopped rubbing, and he nipped gently at her ear lobe.

Jess' breath hitched and she leaned her head so he could get to her better.

He pulled the lobe into the damp warmth of his mouth, his tongue tracing it leisurely.

She felt him tug lightly at the simple earring there, whimpering.

Nathaniel purred softly, his hand giving her hip a small squeeze.

Her hand reached down, sliding over his. "Nathaniel..."

"Mm?" He pulled his mouth back, kissing her ear lobe.

She rocked her hips back against him, looking around at the rapidly darkening forest. "We..."

He swallowed, quirking a brow, "We...?"

"The moon will be up... soon..." She bit her lip.

He pressed a kiss to her neck, "Mmhmm."

"Mmhmm?" Jess pressed back into him again.

Nathaniel made a mewling noise, pressing back against her bum, "Mm..."

"Nathaniel... please..." She turned her head, nipping at his jaw.

"Please?" He swallowed, his eyes deepening to dusky lavender.

"I..." She took his hand on her hip, moving it forward, under the edge of her t-shirt.

He slid his hand the rest of the way into her shirt, his fingers teasing the skin they encountered.

She whimpered, pressing into his hand before rocking back into his increasingly hard member.

Nathaniel inhaled sharply, rocking back against her, "Jess... we..."

"We?" She swallowed.

"Could be walked in on." He spread his hand flat against her tummy.

"Where....?" She pressed back against him again. "Please..."

He whimpered softly, "Dunno..."

Jess turned, pressing into him again as she wrapped her arms around him.

He pressed back into her, his hands moving down to cup her bum.

She looked around, swallowing. "Clearing..." She pointed even as she shivered, her bum tightening under his touch.

He nodded, letting her go, "Okay."

She looked him over, tugging off her shirt as she moved to the clearing.

He nearly whimpered again, following her quickly.

Jess found a part where the surrounding plants were thicker before she spread out her shirt.

Nathaniel pulled of his own shirt, coming to a stop next to her.

She faced him, biting her lip. "Nathaniel."

He set his shirt next to hers, "Yeah?"

She reached out, sliding a hand down his chest. "We don't have time for gentle... do we?"

His muscles tightened under her hand, and he shook his head, "I don't think so..."

She slid her fingers into his waistband, tugging him closer.

He let himself be pulled, wrapping his arms around her, "You know what else we don't have time for?"

"No..." She nipped his jaw, pressing into his hardness.

He groaned, "Clothes."

Jess laughed, letting her hands attack his belt buckle.

Soon they were both devoid of clothes, and he slid his hands down her bare sides, "Lovely."

"We don't have time to argue about that either..." She nipped at his lower lip, scraping her nails lightly over his thighs.

His muscles bunched and he swallowed, "Apparently not..."

She gripped his member in her soft hand, licking her lips. "I wish..."

"Mm..." His eyes shut, "Lord, me too..."

She nipped at his jaw again before kissing down his throat.

He swallowed, shifting against her, "Jess... no time..." He groaned as she bit down lightly.

"Just... one... one taste..." She dropped to her knees before him, pulling him into her mouth.

"J-Jess..." His hips bucked at the sudden pressure of her mouth. Damn...

She suckled at him a moment before pulling back to tongue the slit at the tip of him with a moan.

He moaned, his hips pressing against her tongue, "Jess... I- no time..."

She looked up at him, pouting. "We could forget-"

Nathaniel shook his head, "That's not fair t'you..."

She moved, lying back on the shirts. "Mean..."

He sank down to his knees, stretching out over her and bracing his weight on his arms, "Mm... maybe..."

She shivered, brushing her hands over his shoulders.

He pressed against her entrance, "Now?"

Jess wrapped her legs around his waist. "Now..."

He pushed into her, a low moan escaping his throat.

She whimpered, squirming against him.

His tongue traced the faint bite scar on her shoulder, his hips beginning a rather hard rhythm.

She moved with him, moans wringing from her with each movement.

He slid a hand down her tummy to where they were joined, his fingers finding her clitoris easily.

"Nathaniel..." Her back arched, and her hands gripped at his shoulders.

"Yes?" The word was hissed as she clenched herself around him, and he thrust harder into her.

"Feels..." She bit her lip. He felt so good... and each time always felt like the first, no matter... well, not quite the first... no... "Oh... please..."

He thrust steadily, his graceful fingers manipulating the nub with practiced skill.

She leaned up, nipping at his jaw before sucking at the spot. She was close... and growing rapidly closer.

He moaned, the sound mingling with the others in the small clearing. The slightly damp slap of skin on skin as the two were's moved. The rustle of the t-shirts as Jess shifted on them. The natural sounds of the wind rustling through the leaves... His back arched as she clenched herself around him again and he swallowed, "Close..."

Jess' hips bucked slightly as she began to suck on the pulse in his neck.

Nathaniel thrust harder into her, his fingers tweaking the nub they were still caressing.

She cried out, the sound carrying through the darkness as she came.

He came half a thrust after her, stilling for a moment before his hips jerked.

She held him to her smoothing her hands over his shoulders. "Love you..." She panted.

He brushed a kiss over her lips, his breathing equally ragged, "Love you... too..."

"It was somewhere out here! I'm telling you, I heard Jess scream!" Vivian glared at Gregory and Caleb. "Seriously!"

Caleb rolled his eyes, threading his fingers through Gregory's, "Jess is a big girl, she can handle herself. Besides, she's got Nate-y to protect her."

Nathaniel's eyes widened and he looked down at Jess, pulling out of her quickly with a hissed curse.

She paled before blushing furiously, rolling as she grabbed Nathaniel's shirt and wrapping it around herself.

Gregory smiled, squeezing Caleb's hand. "Really. And it could have been Cherry."

"It wasn't! It was Je-" Vivian froze as the two lovers came into sight.

Nathaniel had just hauled on his jeans, ignoring the grass stains for the moment and had a blush to rival Jess'.

Caleb was just smiling back at Gregory when Vivian froze. He looked over her shoulder and bit his lip to fight back his laughter. "Looks like it was Jess..." He managed.

Gregory averted his gaze to Nathaniel as he saw Jess'... state of undress. "Sorry.... Vivian..."

"I heard a scream! I'm sorry, I thought it was..."

"Me being attacked by a big ol' animal?" Jess quirked a brow at the other woman. Well... she had been... sorta.

Caleb voiced as much, and Nathaniel glared at him. The stripper stepped in front of Jess, allowing her to pull on his t-shirt.

Gregory poked Caleb's stomach. "Behave."

Vivian blushed. "I... I'm going to go... do something."

Jess stood, the shirt huge on her. "Caleb? Behave? On which planet, Gregory?"

Caleb caught Gregory's finger, and brought it to his mouth, nibbling on the tip gently, "Fine... but only for you."

Nathaniel shook his head, offering Vivian a small smile, "We were finished anyway..." He glanced over at Caleb and Gregory, slightly confused, "Are you two...?"

"We two..." Gregory bit his lip.

"Well... snuggles would have been nice..." Jess put her hands on her hips as Vivian rolled her eyes.

"Leaving."

Nathaniel watched Vivian leave with a slight shake of the head.

Caleb let Gregory's finger go, frowning at Nathaniel, "Are we what, Nate?"

"Back together?"

Gregory nodded and Jess smiled. "Good for you... It wasn't normal without..."

Caleb smiled slightly, "It just wasn't normal."

Nathaniel nodded, taking Jess' hand in his. "Not really..."

Jess leaned into him as Gregory smiled at his lover. "We should rejoin the Nimir Raj...He'll be cranky."

Caleb smiled back at Gregory, "Right. Laura didn't look too pleased either... I think we interrupted something, Greg."

Nathaniel shook his head, pressing a kiss to Jess' temple, "We'll be out in a minute."

Gregory nodded. "Sorry we interrupted... we tried to tell Vivian..."

Jess waved a hand. "Nah... don't worry. She was all embarrassed."

Nathaniel nodded, watching Caleb and Gregory leave the clearing.

Jess blinked at him. "That was..."

"Weird?" He offered.

"Uh huh..." She bent, picking up clothing.

He watched her pull on her panties and sighed, running his hands through his hair.

"Nathaniel?"

He blinked, snapping his gaze to her face, "Yeah?"

She bit her lip, shaking her head. "Never mind."

He nodded slightly, "Alright."

Nathaniel was making her nervous... Yes, he loved her... but... what was he doing that he couldn't tell her about? Jess swallowed. It hurt. She tugged on her pants, doing up the fly.

Nathaniel bit his lip. When was the right time? Was there a right time? Everyone he'd asked said there was... and to keep it simple... Oh, and to provide reasons. But so far, the time hadn't seemed to come, and his reasons seemed feeble.

Jess swallowed. "Let's go."

He nodded, slipping into his shoes, "Alright."

She bit her lip, sliding on her sandals before walking back towards the main part of the Kittenar.

*******

Laura rested against the tree, feeling vaguely irritated. Every single time she and Micah got within three inches of each other, someone interrupted. Usually someone who could interrupt with smart-ass comments and a whistle.

Micah glared as the majority of the Pard paired off. Gregory and Caleb were holding each other not far away, Jess and Vivian were- where was Nathaniel? Micah frowned some more.

The Nimir Ra bit back a sigh, glancing at her lover. His eyes focused on Nathaniel, who was coming out of the woods looking miserable. So much for no Soap Operas...

Micah sighed, sitting down next to Laura and pulling her into his lap. "I don't care. I can't... not touch you right now, Pet."

Laura shook her head, snuggling into him, "Frankly, Micah, I've been waiting for that since Caleb and Gregory came by and interrupted last time." She glared at Caleb, who was fixing to whistle and he smirked.

Gregory smacked his lover, sending her an apologetic look.

Micah sighed again. "I'm sorry."

Laura nodded at Gregory, turning her head to look at Micah, "Enlighten me as to how this is your fault. You shouldn't be sorry."

He shrugged, resting his head on her shoulder, watching Jess pick at the grass. "I don't know, Pet... I just am."

She rubbed her cheek against his hair, "Alright... I love you."

Micah glanced at the sky. "We should get ready." He swallowed. "And I love you too."

She nodded, sliding off him, "Yeah... It promises to be an eventful night."

Micah stood, taking her hand. "The moon is rising..."
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