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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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Forrest slid onto a stool at the bar, grinning at Dead Dave. "Hey Dave."

"Hey, Woody." Dave smiled, wiping at a bar with his rag. "What's kicking?"

Forrest shrugged, "Just got off work. What's up with you?"

Dave quirked a brow, looking around the bar. "Work."

Forrest rolled his eyes, "That was pretty obvious."

"You're the one who asked."

The younger vampire shrugged, "Alright, besides work, what's up?"

A blonde woman entering the bar however, distracted Dave.

Forrest looked up into the mirror over the bar and paled, what little color he had left draining from his face. "Not her..."

Dave ignored him, coming out from behind the bar. "Misty-girl!"

"Dave!" Misty hugged the older vampire, smiling. "How are you?"

Forrest let his head thunk down on the bar. Great. A mutual friend.

Dave grinned as he pulled back, looking her over. "Lovely as always, darling."

"Uh huh... suave devil you..." Misty rolled her eyes.

"Ah... you flatter me. Have you met my friend Forrest?"

Misty froze. "No. Please tell me you're not-"

Forrest lifted his head, "Not what?"

"Oh, God... you are." She sighed. "Dave... I'll come back later."

The vampire frowned. "What's wrong, Darling? You've met Woody before?"

"Yes... and he was a real prick."

Forrest rolled his eyes, "I was merely reacting to your attitude. Which, might I point out, was not the most savory I've ever seen."

Dave leaned against the bar, content to watch the sparks fly for now. "Excuse me? I was trying to help people."

"Sure, by annoying the rest of us?"

Misty growled. "You, Sir, are an annoyance without concern for others. I'm trying to get my message out there."

Forrest scowled, "And you, Ma'am, have no business in interrupting people when they clearly do not wish to be interrupted."

"Perhaps they need to reverse their cranial anal inversion for five minutes to actually listen to something meaningful. Seriously." She put her hands on her hips. "You-"

He nearly growled, standing, "Perhaps you need to use that lump three feet above your ass and refrain from insulting those you wish to listen to you."

"Forrest." The warning was growled.

Misty sighed, looking at Dave. "Sorry."

Forrest blinked, glancing at Dave as he sat back down, "Sorry Dave."

"Both of you take a seat. What'll it be, Misty?"

The woman sighed, easing down onto the stool next to the stripper. "The usual."

"One whiskey, straight up..." Dave grabbed the glass.

Forrest glanced at her, fighting off a sigh of his own.

She propped an elbow on the bar, hooking a heel around the stool as she swung the other foot. "Thanks." She swirled the glass for a moment, shaking her head before taking a sip.

He looked up in the mirror again, studying her with a critical eye. Her white-blonde hair was pulled back in a simple bun, and a lock of it was falling into her still sparking green eyes. Nearly invisible freckles dotted across her nose, which was set above full lips. Her jaw was stubborn, matching the angry look in her eyes. Her skin was milky, not pale, but not tanned. All in all, she was pretty, for a pushy broad.

Misty scowled as she glanced at the man next to her before looking into the mirror. Ah. A vamp. Chin length dark hair hung messily in his face. His eyes were dark, his nose strong, obviously broken at some point. His jaw was strong, his skin paled. He had the build of a swimmer... the muscles not obvious, but definitely there.

"Damn it. I'll be back. You two behave." Dave sighed, moving down the bar.

Forrest nodded, picking up a napkin to toy with.

Misty sipped her drink, fighting back a growl. She didn't know what this guy's problem was but he needed an attitude adjustment.

"So... besides protesting against the lack of were rights, what do you do?" He quirked a brow, glancing at her.

She looked at him, frowning. "I'm a lawyer."

"Which law firm?"

"Malone and Son." Except... she wasn't a boy. Thanks, Dad.

He nodded, looking down at the napkin again, ripping the corner with thin fingers.

"And you?"

His lips quirked, "I'm a stripper."

Misty blinked, facing him. She considered him a moment before shrugging.

"Well, that was a quiet reaction." Forrest remarked, his voice sardonic.

She quirked a brow, "What'd you expect? 'Excuse me, Sir, I only have a twenty... Can I fish through your thong for change?'"

He snorted, "No, and I don't expect I'd let you."

She rolled her eyes. "Whatever."

He shook his head, ripping off a strip of the napkin boredly.

"You do know what that means, right?" Her tone was bored as she sipped her whiskey again, watching Dave.

"Yes." He ripped off another strip, his fingers dropping it onto the bar.

She rolled her eyes, fishing through her pocket as she headed to the Jukebox.

He allowed himself a sigh. Damn, she was irritating.

Misty paused before punching in the number. Mel had always loved this song...

Forrest nearly growled as the twanged voice came out of the speakers. He hated country.

"King of the Road... trailers for sale or rent... rooms to let, 50 cents..." Misty smiled, dancing slightly as she made her way back to her seat.

He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to think calming thoughts.

"Mm. I love Roger Miller..."

Forrest let out what he hoped was an affirmative noise, which sounded more like a whimper then anything it was supposed to resemble.

Misty frowned. "Is something wrong?"

"No?" Forrest opened his eyes, staring down at the bar. Please, please let it end soon!

"Ain't got no union dues... I smoke old stogies I have found... short but not to big around..." She swirled her glass, sipping.

His hands clenched around the napkin, his knuckles turning white. Cruel and unusual torture had never seemed so real until now.

"Hm. I wonder if they have Chug a lug..." She moved to stand as the song neared its ending.

Forrest looked up, "No! No, just no."

She blinked, frowning. "Why not?"

He winced as the singer hit a particularly twangy note. "Um..."

She quirked a blonde brow.

"It's..." He suddenly scowled, "Really shitty music, honestly."

A frown marred her smooth brow. "It is not."

"It's a manner of opinion, isn't it?" He raised a dark eyebrow.

"Whatever." She rolled her eyes, standing. "I'm listening to Chug a Lug."

He grit his teeth, watching as she made her way back over to the jukebox. "Dammit."

Misty raised her quarter to insert it into the machine.

No, he was not dealing with this again. No way in Hell. He stood from the bar, moving over to her quickly.

"3-7-" She jumped as her hand was grabbed before she could press '1'. "Hey!"

Forrest quirked a brow, holding her wrist in the same loose fingered but strong grip as before, "Hey what?"

"What the hell are you doing... you... you!" She glared.

"I'm saving my ears. Now, what songs are in the 370's that we can agree on?" He couldn't help the smirk that was claiming his lips.

"Chug. A. Lug."

"I think not."

She scowled. "Yes."

"No." He shook his head.

"Yes."

He rolled his eyes, scanning the other songs, "What other kinds of music do you like? Besides hick."

"Hick?!"

"Yes. Hick."

She nearly growled. "Just press the one."

"No."

"Fine. You suggest a song."

"374." He pointed it out to her.

"Here Without You? Three Doors Down? Who are they?"

He blinked down at her, "You don't know Three Doors Down?"

"Er... no. You don't like Roger Miller..."

"Yeah, but that's understandable!"

She glared. "It is not!"

He rolled his eyes, "Yes, it is."

"No, it's not."

Forrest sighed, "Alright, let's get this straight. I don't like hick music. You do. Great for you, great for me. Let's find a song we can agree on and then we can traipse off back to Dave, I can get my question answered, and then one of us can leave."

"Can I have my hand back?"

"No. You'll hit one."

"I can do that with my other hand, moron." She rolled her eyes.

"And with two you'll be all the faster. Let's not get with the name calling now, that could get messy." He offered her a cold smile.

"Yes. I'm going to be faster than a vampire." She sighed. "Fine. Listen to your stupid Three Windows Down."

He hit the four, not bothering to correct her as he let her wrist go. "I think I need to wash my hands..."

She glared, fisting her hand. "You disgust me." Misty turned, stomping across the dance floor.

"The feeling's mutual." He said softly, following her back to the bar with easy strides.

"Asshole." Misty tossed back the rest of her drink, scowling.

"I thought we weren't going into the name calling." Forrest shot her a mocking smirk, sitting back down on his stool.

"Maybe I wasn't talking about you." Fuckmook.

"Then woe to the person you were directing that oh-so-original insult towards." Bitch.

"Whatever." Shit eater.

"Your originality shocks me."

"Oh Yes..." She rolled her eyes. "You mean going with the crowd and hating country instead of having *gasp* a personality?"

He looked over at her, "It's not that I'm going with the crowd, it's that I truly can't stand it. Frankly, it's none of your business."

She shook her head, biting her lip. Ass clown.

The song ended, and he let out a small sigh. Dammit. She'd probably go play some country shit now.

She scowled into her empty glass, standing before digging out her wallet.

He pulled a quarter out of his pocket, dropping it on the bar for her. Screw it. He was leaving.

She gave him an odd look. "A quarter is going to pay for my drink?"

He shrugged, getting up off the stool, "Call it a replacement for the song."

"I don't need your money."

"I don't need your crap. Take it. It's a quarter."

"Fine." She rolled her eyes, putting it into Dave's tip jar. "Happy?"

"No, but it'll do." He shot her a smirk, making his way towards the door.

"Ass." She muttered, waving at Dave before following the other vampire out of the club.

Forrest turned at the corner and caught sight of her. He rolled his eyes, pulling out a pack of cigarettes.

"You do know that's bad for you, right?"

Forrest shrugged, pulling one out, "I only smoke when I'm annoyed."

"Thrilling." She began to fish through her purse for her keys.

He pulled a lighter out of his pocket, lighting the cigarette.

"Damn it." She sighed, leaning against the silver Lexus before them.

He took a drag on the cigarette, quirking a brow, "Something wrong?"

"I can't find my keys."

He let out a puff of smoke, "Well, that is a dilemma."

She gave him a look full of disdain as she began to look through her purse again.

He smirked, flicking off a bit of ash, "Did you lose them in the bar?"

"No." Misty sighed, counting to ten before looking at him. "Do you have a pocket knife?"

He tucked the lighter away, his hand returning with the knife. "Yeah."

She snatched it away from him, flicking it open with practiced ease.

He quirked a brow, dragging on the cigarette again.

She set her purse on the sidewalk, kneeling near the front wheel on the passenger side of the car.

"Do this often?"

She glanced at him over her shoulder before bending; carefully slicing at the duct taped incased key residing in the top of the wheel housing.

He rolled his eyes; dropping his cigarette to the ground and squishing it with his shoe heal.

The key fell into her hand and she pulled back, closing the knife before handing it back to him. "Thanks."

He dropped it back into his pocket, shrugging, "You're welcome."

Misty unlocked her car, glancing at him. "Do you need a ride?"

"If you're offering." He shook his head, "Nah, it's just a block away."

She shrugged, opening her door. "Have a nice night." She crawled in, setting her purse on the passenger seat.

He started down the sidewalk, tossing the mostly full pack of cigarettes in the trashcan next to the streetlight.

She started her car, shaking her head. He was... weird.

He shoved his hands in his pockets, turning the corner. She was a bitch. But an intriguing bitch.

He watched her drive away, frowning slightly. Hold up... she'd been drinking. He turned around, unsure of how to get her attention.

Misty glanced at him as he waved his arms, pulling to the curb and lowering the passenger side window. "What? Changed your mind?"

"No." He put his hands over the window, "You've been drinking."

She blinked. Crap. She'd never... idiot. Misty put the car into park before turning it off. Damn it. She wouldn't drive. Not even after one drink. What had they taught in school? It'd take what... two hours to wear off? Honestly... she didn't have two hours. She had a meeting early in the morning...

Forrest sighed, "Let me drive. I'll take you home then walk back or something."

Misty swallowed, resting her forehead against the steering wheel. "You'd have to walk too far..."

He shrugged, "Where do you live? It's probably not that far." Why was he being... civil? Nice, even? She was... the most annoying person he'd ever met.

"You know Seckman Jr. High?"

He nodded, "I know it."

"Across the street from there." She glanced at him, sighing. She wanted to blame him. Bitch him out for her own stupidity... but she wouldn't.

"Alright. It's not impossibly far, and I should make it back before dawn." Hopefully.

Misty gave him a look. "Yeah. If hell froze over."

"It's not like I'm going to stay at your place." He rolled his eyes, "If I don't make it back, then I don't." His voice was casual, and he shrugged easily. Inside, however, he was questioning not only his motives, but also himself. Why would he care if she drove into a ditch and her car went up in smoke? Hell, it'd get rid of the number one annoyance in his life. Of course, the track he was taking, he might as well shove a stake through his own heart.

"And you fall over and get all crispy like toast when the sun comes up. I think not." She bit her lip, "I do have a guest room..."

He quirked a brow, "Why would you care anyway? You made it very clear that you hated me." He let the implied challenge hang.

"Why'd you stop me from driving and killing myself?" She quirked a brow right back at him.

He shrugged, "My brain lapsed."

Misty glared. "Great. Thanks." She sighed. Could she call her stepfather for a ride? Was hell frozen over? She'd rather have 'Woody' stay over than that. Joe already hated her... This would just confirm what he thought of her. Why her mother had married that man she didn't know. He'd hated her from day one... when Mel was born... it'd been great... until Joe warned her to mind her actions...

No. She wouldn't call. Never.

"You're welcome." Forrest ran a hand through his hair, "Look, why don't we figure this out on the way there?"

Misty checked for traffic before climbing out of the car. "Just to make this clear... I hate you... I know you hate me..."

He shrugged, "No, you just annoy me more than any other being on the face of the planet."

"Great... I have talent." She looked down as she tossed him her keys.

He caught them, tempted to roll his eyes as he rounded the nose of the car.

Misty climbed into the passenger side, buckling up. "Don't forget your seat belt..."

Forrest nodded, sliding into the driver’s side. He buckled up, sliding the keys into the ignition.

She sighed. "Thanks."

He started the car, and shrugged, "You're welcome."

They reached the street Misty's house was on with ease, neither having spoken. "It's the blue one... there." She pointed.

He pulled into the driveway and shut off the car. He unbuckled, handing her the keys, "Guess I should get walking."

She caught his hand. "No... you can stay the night, all right? I may not like you but... I don't want that."

He looked down at their hands, then back up at her face, quirking a dark brow, "Alright."

Misty let go of him, wiping her hand down the front of her pants before unbuckling her belt.

He opened the door, climbing out of the car. Please... It sounded like some stupid romance novel. 'Misty and Forrest hated each other from the start...' He nearly snorted. No way was he getting involved with that twit.

She climbed out, blinking as she noticed her porch light on. "What the heck?"

Forrest frowned slightly, noting that there was another light turned on in the house, "Looks like someone came in while you weren't home."

Misty frowned. "Mel would have shut the lights off..." She opened the door, calling, "Hello?"

"Misty?" Forrest quirked a brow as the obviously youthful voice answered.

"Mel? Sweetie, what are you doing here at this time in the morning?" Misty entered the house, glancing at the vampire. "Er... come in."

He entered behind her, nodding his thanks.

Melissa bit her lip, coming into the room and looking up at Misty. "Um... Dad sort of..."

"What? Joe did what?" Misty walked forward, enveloping the teenager in a hug.

Melissa hugged the older woman back, "He doesn't want me living in the house anymore."

Forrest quirked a brow, shutting the front door quietly. The girl wasn't much over fourteen, with dark hair, and eyes that looked like the ocean. What sort of father would kick her out with nowhere to go?

"What? Why?" Misty looked livid.

"He doesn't like me being a were." Melissa bit her lip, looking up at Misty.

"That asshole!" She growled, hugging the girl again. "Can I kill... well, I'll beat him... plead temporarily pissed off... or something..."

Melissa shook her head against Misty's shoulder, "No... He's still my dad... He's just..."

"Frightened of something he knows nothing about." Forrest finished, leaning up against the door.

Misty glanced at him, swallowing. "Yeah. I know... just... you'll stay here, okay? Hopefully he'll wake up..."

Melissa shut her eyes, visibly steeling herself for the next stage in her life. "Okay."

"It's okay, Sweetie... it'll be fine, I promise. I'll take care of you." Misty bit her lip.

Melissa opened her eyes, glancing at Forrest, then back at Misty. "Oh... I didn't mean to get in the way of anything..."

Forrest blinked, "We weren't-"

"What? God no." Misty wrinkled her nose. "Oh... yick." Not really... but... yeah.

Melissa frowned, "Then why is he here?"

"I was driving her home."

"Oh..." Melissa nodded, "So you already had your date."

"No... no... not date." Misty shook her head. "Forrest is... I mean..."

"Not her type." Forrest said flatly.

Melissa looked at them again, "Are you sure? Because denial isn't just a river in Egypt..."

Misty pinched the girl's hip. "He drove because I had a drink. He's only staying because it's so late."

Melissa wrinkled her nose, rubbing at the spot, "Ow... Fine, jeesh..."

Forrest shook his head, smiling slightly. Despite her assumptions, he liked the teen.

Misty smiled. "Have you eaten? And how was last night? Was it horrid? You never called so I was a bit worried... I thought you'd be coming over here..."

Melissa grinned slightly, "It was fun. I met these two guys, Jason and Stephen, and they were hilarious."

Forrest blinked, "Jason? What does he look like?"

Melissa looked over at Forrest. "Well... He's short, with spiky blonde hair and really pretty blue eyes."

The vampire smiled a bit, "I see."

"Oh? And how old were they?"

"Um...Your age?"

"My age?!"

"There are hundreds of people in the world your age, Misty. Is it that hard to believe?" Forrest quirked a brow, smirking.

She glared at him. "That's not the point. She's... she's 14!"

Forrest rolled his eyes, "I know Jason. He won't go for anyone under the age of eighteen. You've got nothing to worry about."

"Yeah," Melissa looked up at Misty, "And Stephen has a girlfriend."

Misty sighed. "You did that on purpose."

Melissa widened her eyes innocently, despite the fact that they were slightly red and puffy, "Did what?"

"Made me think some guy was seducing my baby sister." Misty rolled her eyes. "So, have you eaten?"

"No, I was waiting until you got home." Melissa let go of Misty, tucking her hands in her pocket.

"Alright... what would you like?" Misty bit her lip. "You go look in the kitchen and I'll show Forrest my room."

Forrest frowned, "Your room?"

Melissa cocked her head, "I thought you said this wasn't a date..."

Misty blushed. "Kitchen, now."

Melissa rolled her eyes, making her way to the kitchen.

Forrest's frown deepened, and he repeated his question.

"Chill out... I'm hardly going to seduce you." Misty turned, making her way down the hall. "Mel always uses my guest room when she's over so..."

He rolled his eyes, following her, "You wouldn't be able to seduce me."

"Whatever." She opened the door, a black iron four poster taking up most of the room, draped in silky purples of various shades.

He quirked a brow, "Nice bed."

She blushed. "Shut up."

"What?" He raised his hands in a show of innocence, "I'm just saying it's a nice bed."

"No... you were..." She sighed. "Whatever. The bathroom is through there, but that's for everyone so be sure to lock both doors."

"I won't need it." He crossed his arms loosely, smirking at her.

"I meant to shower, smart ass." She turned, digging through her dresser.

He watched something small, black and obviously silky.

Misty set the pair of panties on top of the dresser before pulling out... a pair of boxers... then a t-shirt.

"Underwear matches the bed?" His lips twitched.

She glanced at him. "What?"

"Nothing."

"No... what'd you mean?" She put her hands on her hips, facing him

"Nothing, I was just commenting that the underwear matches the bed." He shrugged.

She quirked a brow, "Not really... however..." She turned.

"However?" He raised his eyebrows at her back.

"It's not any of you business, is it?"

"Not particularly."

She rolled her eyes. "I don't have anything for you to sleep in... the sheets are clean when you're ready." She moved into the bathroom, shutting the door behind her.

He looked up at the ceiling, and moved over towards the bathroom door. He knocked lightly, tempted to kick himself.

"Just a second." She opened the door, already changed into the T-shirt, her bra and previous top in the laundry, the strap of the bra hanging over the side of the hamper. "What?"

"Where are you going to sleep?" He quirked a brow, tucking a lock of hair behind his ear.

Misty blinked. "The couch... why?"

"Just curious." He turned away from the door.

She rolled her eyes. "Fine. I'll be out in a minute."

He pulled off his shirt, shrugging. "Right."

She swallowed. "You're... going to bed already?"

He glanced at the clock, "It's nearly three. Dawn still comes early, and I'm not adverse to getting a bit of sleep before it comes."

"Oh... well... in that case..." Misty bit her lip, crossing the room and grabbing her favorite pillow and a stuffed blue frog. "Sleep well."

He shrugged again, turning to her as his fingers started on his belt. "A frog?"

"Hey... you leave Monkey alone... he's been there for me ever since Mel gave him to me when I left for college." She swallowed, averting her gaze. He wasn't yummy.

He pulled the belt free, dropping it and the shirt next to the bed, "It's named Monkey?" His tone was nearly incredulous.

"So?"

His fingers paused on the button of his pants, "Why?"

"Because... that's what Mel called him. She was only seven." Misty shrugged. "It was cute."

He flicked the button open, "Why not call it something else?"

"Because... I liked Monkey..." She bit her lip. "I'm going to shower."

He unzipped his pants slowly, tempted to smirk as a slight flush rose in her cheeks, "You do that."

She turned, going back into the bathroom. Fine. Two could play that game. Misty pulled the t-shirt over her head, setting it on the counter before she began undoing her pants.

His dark gaze slid over her, and his lips quirked. He toed off his shoes, easing his pants down his hips.

Misty slid her pants down, bending at the waist. Ass. So what if he was sexy? Jerk. If he could strip in front of her and not blush, so could she.

"Not bad, but work on your style. You're not teasing enough if you want your audience to react." He brushed his hair out of his eyes again, pants hanging off slim hips.

She rolled her eyes, glancing at him. "Fuck. You." She kicked her pants away from herself, fighting the urge to slam the door shut.

"As much as I appreciate your offer, I'll pass." He slid his pants off, dropping them on his shoes.

She swallowed, padding over to the door, shutting it quietly. Damn it. She leaned her head against the door. God, how she hated him...

Forrest nearly sighed, slipping into the bed. It was a damn good thing he hadn't fed well earlier...

Misty pushed away from the door, shaking her head. She wouldn't cry like some stupid little girl. She really should be used to this. Well... not this... but men being jerks in general. Maybe... maybe she'd just... go lesbian... She turned on the shower.

He groaned softly, pressing his face into the pillow. It smelled like her, just like the entire bed did. He shut his eyes. This was NOT happening.

Misty leaned against the shower wall, finally giving into the tears. Damn it! She hadn't cried in... in years!

A soft knock sounded on the bedroom door. "Misty?"

Forrest sighed, "She's in the shower."

"Oh." There was a pause, "You guys were fast then."

The vampire's lips quirked, and he swung his legs out of bed, grabbing his pants and pulling them on. "We didn't."

"Really?"

"Really."

"Hm... why not?"

He did up his fly, shaking his head, "Because I don't like her that way."

Melissa paused again, "Are you gay?"

"What?" He chuckled, moving over to the door and opening it, "No."

Melissa looked up at him, "So what are you?"

He smiled, fang tips poking from under his lips, "Guess."

"Oh... You're a vampire."

He nodded, stepping back from the door. "You can come in if you want. She should be out soon." He nodded at the closed bathroom door.

"Mmkay." The young werewolf smiled, coming into the room and sitting down on the bed.

"So..." Forrest sat down near the pillows. "Your dad's not very nice?"

"He's fine, usually. But he... he doesn't like all the supernatural stuff."

He nodded, "That's understandable."

Melissa looked down at the bed, picking at the sheets. She frowned, catching the faint scent of salt... No, not salt. Tears. She looked towards the bathroom, "Do you smell that?"

"Smell what?"

"Tears."

"No..."

She turned back to him, "Why would Misty be crying?" Had she ever seen her big sister cry?

The vampire shrugged.

Misty wiped at her eyes as she stepped into the hall, heading towards the kitchen only to see her sister talking with Forrest. "Hey Mel."

Melissa looked up, "Hey Misty... What's up?"

"The sky." Misty swallowed, leaning against the door. "Did you find something to eat, Sweetie?"

Forrest frowned slightly. Was she crying because of him? He bit back a sigh. Great. Now he felt like the big bad vampire.

Melissa shrugged, "You've got a pizza in the freezer... You okay?"

"Fine." Her tone dared them to ask. "And the pizza is fine. You know you're welcome to anything I have."

Melissa bit her lip, nodding, "'Kay." She stood, making her way towards the door.

Forrest watched her go, and redirected his gaze to Misty. "I wouldn't blame you if you hit me right now, you know. You have a perfectly good reason to do so."

She stared at him, green eyes dark. "Good night, Forrest." She turned, pulling the door shut behind her.

He sighed, falling back onto the bed. "I would've preferred if you'd hit me." He muttered to the ceiling.

*******

Anndy shut her eyes tight as a loud wail emerged from the other room. "Your turn..." She mumbled, poking Edward's leg tiredly.

He sighed, rolling from the bed, grabbing his robe. Why was it Ari slept through the night but Nathaniel insisted on waking up every few hours?

Nathaniel wailed again, and Anndy groaned, pressing her face into the pillow.

Edward lifted the small bundle into his arms, cuddling the baby to his chest. "Sh... Little man... Daddy's here..."

Nathaniel's wailed dimmed slightly, but he continued to cry.

Death sighed, moving towards the changing table, easing the little boy down before beginning to unsnap the small sleeper. "Do you need your britches changed?"

The small child snuffled, a fresh wail emerging from his throat.

“Nope." Edward shook his head, ignoring the glare he received. "I can smell it now... your butt is getting changed."

The diaper was changed efficiently, and Nathaniel yawned widely.

"Better..." Edward snapped the sleeper back on, tossing the disgusting diaper in the trash before picking up the baby.

He gurgled, his small fingers holding onto Edward's robe.

He smiled, swaying with the hopes of lulling Nathaniel to sleep.

Nathaniel's green eyes drifted closed, and he yawned again.

"That's right little man... sleep... it's night time..."

He drifted off to sleep, his small chest rising and falling easily.

Edward sighed. This wasn’t at all what he’d thought marriage and being a father would be like. Don’t get him wrong, he loved it, but… he missed the hunt… the kill. Sin had decided that the job wasn’t for her immediately after they’d offed Anita. Then… finding out she was pregnant… then finding out one baby was actually two…

They’d both decided that he needed to find a different job. And thus far? No one needed his qualifications. Duh. Staying at home while Anndy worked at the paper… great. Thrilling.

Anndy bit her lip, watching her husband’s back as he swayed Nathaniel. She slipped out of bed, coming up next to him, "Death?" She asked softly.

He glanced at her. "Yeah, Sin?"

She watched the baby in Edward's arms sleep, and she sighed, "Are you alright? You've been kind of... off, for a week or so."

"Fine... just tired." He offered her a small smile. "Shouldn't you be sleeping?"

She rested her head on his shoulder, "I tried that. I can't sleep."

Edward sighed. "Let me put Little Man down, then we'll head back to bed, okay?"

Anndy lifted her head, and nodded, "Alright."

He brushed a kiss over her lips before moving towards the cradle.

She smiled slightly, watching him set Nathaniel back down.

He smoothed the boy's hair before facing her. "He didn't want me to change his diaper."

She frowned slightly, "Why not?"

"You know how he is. He doesn't like it." Edward shook his head.

She stepped over to him, wrapping her arms around his waist, "Another boy in my life who doesn't like underwear."

He laughed. "You know a boy?"

"No, but I can't very well call Nathaniel a man." She smiled, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth.

"Ah..." He nipped at her lower lip before picking her up.

She slipped her arms around his neck, "Just 'ah'?"

"I'm a bit distracted..."

"Mm... sorry." She grinned, slipping a hand into his robe.

"Do you want to be dropped?" He started heading for the bedroom.

"Not really." She kissed his jaw, her hand sliding over his shoulder blades.

Edward shivered. "May I suggest you stop, then?"

She rolled her eyes, stopping her hands movement, "Fine..."

"Eye rolling..." He heaved a sigh. "Maybe I'm not in the mood..."

"Aw... that's not fair."

He laid her down on the bed. "It's not?"

"Nope." She smiled slightly, looking up at him.

He smiled, crawling into the bed.

She slid her hand into his robe, "Love you, Death."

"Love you too, Sin." He undid the robe, letting it hang open.

She ran her hand over his chest, teasing the barely-there hairs at his abdomen.

The muscles there tightened. "Sin..."

"Mmhmm?" She moved her hand around his side and down to his bum.

"Damn... Sin..." He was hard already. He pressed against her.

She swallowed, lowering her mouth down to his chest.

He rolled, laying on his back and pulling her on top of him.

She braced her hands on his chest, smirking down at him, "So the eye rolling hasn't put you out of the mood?" She quirked a brow, her fingers finding his nipples.

"Your hot little hands put me back into it."

"Mm... did they?" She leaned down, brushing her lips over his.

He nipped her lower lip, his voice husky. "Yes."

She returned the nip, trailing her mouth down his jaw, "Good."

He swallowed, tilting his head for her.

She nipped at his jaw, soothing the faint red marks with her tongue.

He moaned, pressing against her again.

She whimpered softly, moving her mouth down his neck as she pressed back against him.

He slid his hands into the shirt she'd stolen from him, his hands teasing her skin.

Her eyes shut, and she sucked at the hollow of his throat.

"God... Sin..." He moved his hands, caressing her breasts.

She pulled her mouth back, shifting against his hands. "Yes?"

His thumbs found her nipples, teasing them into hard peaks.

She moaned, pressing against his hands and scraping her nails gently across his nipples.

A rough groan tore from his throat and he pulled the shirt from her body.

She dropped her hands back down to his chest, her eyes dark as she met his gaze.

He sat up, sucking the tip of her breast into his mouth.

She bit her lip, her breath quickening slightly.

He sucked hard, his hands caressing.

"Edward..." She moaned, pressing into him.

He groaned, nipping at her breast before pulling back.

She brushed a kiss over his lips, pushing the robe off his shoulders.

He swallowed, deepening the kiss as the robe fell to the bed.

She met his tongue with hers, sliding her hands over his back.

His hands found her hips, then slid down her thighs.

She shivered with want, easing a hand over his shoulder and down his chest.

Edward moved his hand between her thighs, long fingers teasing her folds.

Her eyes slid shut and she whimpered, pressing against his fingers.

He spread her growing wetness up and around her clitoris, moving his mouth to her breasts again.

She moaned, sliding her hand down his abdomen.

He felt her fingers brush him and his hips jerked. He tweaked her clit, sucking a hard nipple into his mouth.

She cried out softly, arching her back into him as her fingers trailed along his hard member.

"Sh... Sin... you gotta be quiet... Don't want to wake the spawn." Edward groaned.

"Mm... I know..." She gripped him, her thumb brushing across his tip.

He pressed into her hand, sliding his middle finger deep.

She leaned down, biting his shoulder gently to muffle a moan. Her fingers gripped his member a little tighter as she stroked him slowly.

He groaned into her soft breasts, and swallowed. Damn.

She let go his shoulder go, soothing the spot with small kisses. "Sorry."

"Don't be sorry... felt good..."

She brushed her thumb over his tip again, tracing it. "Mmkay."

"Sin..." He nipped her breast. "Want you..."

She bit her lip, trying to stifle another moan. "Ditto..."

He crooked his finger, his thumb finding her clitoris.

Her eyes slid shut and she arched into him, fighting to stay silent.

"Damn..." He pulled his hand back, licking his hand clean.

She blinked her eyes open, swallowing, "What?"

He shook his head, moving so that she was on her back... and his face was even with her folds.

She shivered, her legs parting as he kissed at her thighs.

He nipped his way up, licking and sucking here and there.

She writhed under him, her hands sliding into his hair.

He pushed her legs further apart, nuzzling her wetness.

She swallowed, shifting against him. "Edward..."

He laved at her, smiling into her.

She moaned softly, her fingers tightening in his hair.

He eased a finger into her tight passage, licking her clit before scraping his teeth over it.

"I... Edward..." She bit her lip, shifting against him again.

He crooked the finger, easing it in and out as he sucked her into his mouth.

"Mm..." She whimpered, moving with his finger.

He added another, sucking harder.

She swallowed, her fingernails scraping over his scalp.

Edward sped up his fingers, licking at her clit as he sucked.

"Close..." She moaned, nearing her peak with every movement.

He crooked his fingers, swallowing.

She shattered around his fingers, her back arching.

He prolonged her climax, kissing up her body when the tremors finally stopped.

She let her eyes drift shut, her hands sliding down his back.

"Sin... you're not going to sleep on me, are you?"

She blinked open her eyes, "No... Just feeling... lethargic."

He smiled. "Go ahead and sleep."

"Mm... no..." She pushed herself up on her elbows, "That's hardly fair..."

"I'll live."

She scowled, fighting off a yawn, "Death..."

"Sin." He pushed her hair back from her face.

She turned her face into his palm, kissing it.

He shivered. "Sin... are you going to sleep or..."

She scraped her teeth over the base of his thumb, "Or?"

He groaned, low in his throat.

She licked the spot, kissing away the moisture.

"Sin... I'm aching...." He swallowed.

She kissed the spot again, "So... what are you going to do about it?"

He gripped her hip. "Depends on you..."

She swallowed, looking up at him, "I'm willing if you are."

He eased himself down on his back, swallowing.

She moved so that she was straddling him, his weeping member trapped between them.

A moan rose in his throat and he gripped her hips. "Sin..."

"Mm?" She slid a hand down his chest.

"Please..."

She raised herself, sliding onto him with a contented moan. "Damn..."

"Sin... God..." He gripped her hips harder.

"Mm... feel full..." She swallowed, raising herself before sliding back onto him.

His fingers found her clitoris and he groaned again.

She whimpered, clenching herself around him.

"Sin... I won't... I can't... don't do that..."

Her lips quirked slightly, and she thrust onto him again.

"Are... you laughing?" He tweaked her clit.

Her eyes shut and she moaned, "No..."

"Good..." He thrust up hard.

She ground down against him, whimpering softly, "Mm..." She clenched around him again, nearing her second peak already.

"Sin..." He cupped her breast with his free hand, his thumb rubbing her clit in small circles.

"Death..." She swallowed, opening her eyes as she ground herself down onto him again.

Their movements became more frantic, and he squeezed his eyes shut.

Her fingers found his nipples, and she thrust down onto him again. "Edward... close..."

He tweaked her clit again, groaning her name.

She shut her eyes, coming around him with a muffled moan.

Edward's back arched, and he followed her over, biting through his lip. Damn.

She slid off him, shuddering.

He reached up, wiping the blood from his mouth with a shaking hand.

She frowned slightly, pushing herself up, "Death," She stopped a dribble of blood with the pad of her thumb, "Damn...hold on. I'll be back with something to stop the bleeding."

He sighed, sitting up. Brilliant, Death... that's the perfect way to end...

She slid out of the bed, moving into the bathroom to grab a towel.

"Sorry." He cupped a hand under his jaw.

She grabbed one, coming back in and shaking her head, "It's not your fault..."

"I was the idiot who bit through their lip, Sin."

She dabbed at the bite, "Well... I won't deny that you're an idiot." She smiled slightly at him, "But you're my idiot, and you were trying not to wake up the spawn."

"You're so sweet." He pulled her down onto his lap.

She grinned, holding the towel to the still bleeding bite. "Mm... sure. That's why you married me, right?"

"Mm. Sweet Sin..." He stroked her bare back.

She shivered, watching the light towel grow steadily darker.

"I think it's stopping..." He mumbled.

"Good." She pulled the towel back, frowning slightly at the sluggish flow of blood. "Are you alright, Death?"

"Mmm. Didn't want to break it open again."

She nodded, wiping away the blood that had dripped down his chin.

"Sin?"

"Mmhmm?"

"Love you."

She smiled, "I love you too."
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