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Satin Bruises	By : AstonDeLioncourt Category: Anita Blake > General Views: 1955 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Reilly released the building tension of her spell in a slow wave that gathered speed as it left the room where she and Asher waited. Like an avalanche, tiny trickles of Reilly's magic touched the kinetic energy of the stones and the creatures of the circus, and drew and drew on their power, quickly becoming a force of nature. Asher felt the power move through him in a warm, almost sexual, wash, leaving him shivering in Jean-Claude's office.

"Mon Dieu," he breathed, looking at the woman before him with eyes gone glowing blue. Reilly grinned knowingly.

"The spell isn't even complete yet, monsieur," she purred, voice gone throaty at the sensation. She moved toward him, taking his hands between her own. Through her, he could feel the pushing, trembling edges of the bubble settle over the circus, sealing with a sucking rush. Within the invisible sphere, he could feel the tiny flames of every creature's aura, pulsing, adding energy to the shield. With a smile, she uncapped a sharpie marker, and drew a spiky rune on the inside of his left wrist. Asher could feel the mammoth power respond, becoming aware of him, and in an overwhelming press, move through him in a tingling, vibrating hum that made him curse and not want it to stop at the same time. It was over quickly though, and he gasped as the thrill ebbed.

"Marker, will power, blood, and a few candles?" He asked, keeping himself upright only by clinging to Reilly's shoulders.

"Big magic is at its best, when it's created by simple things," she said, positively glowing.

"Ma dame est un ange de lumière*," Asher whispered, taking Reilly's face between his hands. She grinned, but pulled away.

"I have to mark everyone," she explained gently, indicating the now gleaming rune. Asher looked at it askance. Reilly trilled a laugh, touching the mark. "It's still only ink, it will wash off in normal time, but the spell will remain until I break it," she explained, and as they both watched, the light faded from the runic lines, and it looked like a simple drawing once more.

"Then I will assemble the masses," Asher assured her. "Ma cherie, Jean-Claude mentioned you were charming, but this is truly enchanting." Reilly blushed again, some of the euphoria from the spell waning. The two of them went out into the circus together, finding the residents even more affected than Asher. Reilly made many new friends that night.

* Romantic French Vampire Dribble, literally translated means, "My lady is an angel of light"
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Across town, Raleigh and Micah were making some new enemies.

"Look, 'friend', I'm not going to ask you again to keep your hands off of my date," Micah growled, grabbing the poor drunk's wrist. The man, a twenty-something college student, full of his own self-importance, sneered back, snatching his hand away.

"Not like I want to touch a whore like that anyway," he slurred, stumbling off his stool. Micah's kitty eyes had freaked him out considerably.

"So much for a nice evening out," Raleigh joked acidly, turning to Micah. He smiled bitterly back.

"Shall we just head home for the night?" He asked her. "It's been a long day..." Raleigh smiled, and ran a soothing hand up his forearm.

"Yeah stud, I'll take you back to my place, and get rough with ya," Raleigh teased, kissing Micah's cheek gently. He grinned, hooked his arm around her waist, and they left the bar. Waiting for them in the parking lot were the cocky college boy, and four of his frat buddies, all reeking of alcohol.

"Hey bitch, want to get with a real man?" One of the boys cat-called, making an obscene gesture. Raleigh could feel her lip curl, and just as she was about to leap at the kid and rip him limb from limb, Micah stepped in. He rushed the kid in one of those were-blurs, and threw him into one of his drunk friends within the blink of an eye. Raleigh could hear the snap of several bones. The third kid took off and ran with his buddy behind him. Their drunk friend from the bar pissed himself, holding his hands up in front of him.

"Look man, I'm sorry, I didn't want all this shit," he insisted, as Micah approached him. With a hiss, Micah snatched the kid off his feet by his hair.

"I think you have something to say to Raleigh," Micah said, growling. The kid whimpered as Micah shook him a little.

"I'm so sorry, ma'am, I didn't mean anything by it," he sniveled, begging Raleigh to help him with his eyes. She gave him cold eyes. Raleigh and her sister had known a guy like this before, and her pity evaporated, as she noticed him eying a broken beer bottle on the ground. She stepped up to him kicking the bottle out of reach. He looked utterly terrified at whatever he saw in Raleigh's face.

"You know Micah, I don't think he really means it," she said mildly, and with a grunt, Micah pinned the kid, and after a crushing blow to the face, delivered a sickening kick to the crotch. The boy vomited, turning on his side and crying.

"That should spare the next woman you try to assault," Micah growled, grabbing Raleigh and dragging her toward the car.

They reached the vehicle, and Raleigh fell on Micah, furiously kissing him. Confused, but not unwilling, Micah responded, burying his hands in her hair. Raleigh moaned, moving her hips against him sensuously. He fished the keys out of his pocket in a hurry, fumbling them into his right hand. He growled into her mouth, hands moving over her back, and down her hips, to her thighs. She nipped him, little animal noises flowing into his mouth as she ran fingers into his waistband. He lifted her, back against the Eclipse, and he worked her skin tight jeans down over her ass. A tiny lace thong was exposed to the night air, and Raleigh hissed as the cool metal touched her skin. He turned desperate to open the car door, and almost managed to fit the key into the lock. She raked her nails over Micah's chest, making him moan when she caught his tender nipples, and he dropped the keys to the pavement, and grabbed a handful of her butt. With a bitten-off scream from Raleigh, he wiggled his fingers into the wetness of her body. He worked two fingers into her, and satisfied that she was ready, he shoved the panties out of the way.

In a few deft movements, he had undone his belt, and freed himself. Using one hand to guide himself to Raleigh's entrance, and resumed kissing her like his life depended on it. He entered her, and with a moan, her head fell back against the car, back arching against Micah's chest. He eased out, watching her eyes flutter as she convulsed under him. She dug her fingers into his shoulder blades, and he was gone. She was tight and warm, and he bit down on the crook of her neck as she trembled under him. He fucked her on the side of the car, not sure where he ended and she began, and her whole body tightened, as she drew her nails down his back in burning lines. He tasted blood, and came in body shaking waves. They stood against the car for a moment before Micah brought his head up and kissed Raleigh tenderly.

"Let's go home," she said huskily. He agreed.
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Jean-Claude landed in front of the employee's entrance to the circus, cursing his financial adviser. The man was a combination of incredibly annoying, and hopelessly useless. Their meeting had run an hour and a half over planned, and when Jean-Claude had stopped by his office at the Laughing Corpse there were seven voice mails waiting. Most of them had been petty emergencies at Guilty Pleasures. With a grimace, Jean-Claude made a mental note to fire his latest manager. For a moment he mourned Robert.

While he was utterly incompetent in most things, Robert had been a spectacular manager. Only a century of life, and to be cut down by a rouge necromancer. Jean-Claude shook his head. Well, tonight, he was just going to draw himself a bubble bath, have a snack from Jason, maybe listen to some music...or have Reilly read some Milton to him....that would be a pleasure...

It was in this manner, lost in his own thoughts that the master of the city reached the door. He grabbed the handle in the middle of a mental note to have Louie hold all his calls when he was floored. From his fingers, through his palm, down his arm, and into every part of him magic flooded in a warm tickling stream. He moaned, feeling his muscles relax under the vibrations. He stood like that for a moment, head thrown back, enjoying the sensation. With an imperceptible shake of his head, Jean-Claude went inside. Riese was in his usual post, looking as dazed as Jean-Claude felt.

"Master," the wolf murmured, not expecting the vampire to linger.

"Riese, what is causing this?" Jean-Claude asked, closing the door behind him.

"Rie-Miss Gallion, is making some big magic downstairs," the wolf answered, bowing his head a bit.

"On a first name basis with our new witch, Riese?" Jean-Claude asked mildly, unsure of why that bothered him so immensely.

"No sir, just a slip. We chatted a bit earlier, and I overstepped my bounds," the poor bouncer said quickly, holding up placating hands. The rune gleamed on his wrist.

"Very well," Jean-Claude said, eying the inked lines, very annoyed. He fairly flew down the steps to the nest below. When he entered, he noticed that the overall atmosphere was completely altered. His people were...relaxed. Heads turned to him trustingly, and faces smiled at his arrival. Every body looked easy, and every conversation seemed to be mellow. Two names however, kept cropping up. He turned, and searched out the twin that was currently causing the commotion.

Even throughout the lower levels of his home, life seemed to be going on, but in a more contented manner. He finally found Reilly in the lower levels of the keep. She was in one of the many coffin rooms, and she was not alone. Asher, Damien, Jason, a wererat whose name Jean-Claude couldn't place, and one of the leopards were all lounging in various locations, oriented around her. She was leaned over an open coffin when he walked in, perfect ass bent in a salute to whomever walked in the door. Jean-Claude could feel a frown forming, and forced his face to be distant and collected. Why on earth was she in the coffin room? The subtle scents of heather, rowan, rosemary, and lavender hung in the air, and he had his answer. Herbal sachets spilled out of a bag at Jean-Claude's feet, and each one hummed a bit with that soothing energy. He reached down, and picked one up, noticing a pleasant warmth against his fingers.

"Ich- werde- angerufen," Damien was saying, with a laugh. No one had noticed Jean-Claude's entrance. Reilly chuckled from inside of the casket.

"Ich. Verd. Angerhoofen," Reilly tried, eliciting laughter from everyone in the room (herself included). She straightened, and turned to get another sachet, to find Jean-Claude standing in the doorway. Everyone turned then, looking at Jean-Claude.

"Her German is terrible, eh, Jean-Claude? We've been trying to teach her all night," Asher laughed from the top of his own coffin, Jason was sprawled next to him.

"My French, however, is better than yours, monsieur," she laughed back, earning a devastatingly handsome smile form Asher.

"We think it is perhaps her southern accent that fouls her up so," Asher continued, to the chortles of everyone else. Jean-Claude forced a smile, his attention mostly on Reilly. She was watching him warily, as though aware of his mood.

"Miss Gallion, if you could spare a moment with me in my office?" He asked, but as soon as the words had left him, there was a tension in the air. Every face, witch to were, was tighter. Reilly nodded composedly, raising an eyebrow to Jason. He jumped off of Asher's casket, and landed lightly next to Reilly.

"Would you take these things to my car please, Jason?" Reilly asked politely, holding out her keys. He nodded, gathering the bags up. Reilly started after Jean-Claude.

"I don't know what you drive," Jason called quickly, straightening. Reilly turned in the doorway with a slow smile.

"You'll know my car Jason," she said simply. His face lit up a bit, and he hurried at his chore. They reached Jean-Claude's office, and he held the door open for her automatically. He expected a rebuff, and caught himself bracing for a snappy comment, but Reilly simply nodded her head as she walked by, thanking him. She took a seat in front of the desk, and waited as the air conditioning clicked on. Jean-Claude moved to his chair, trying to organize his thoughts. He couldn't place why he was so irritated, but there was something bothering him.

"Your sister is having sex with Micah," Jean-Claude said bluntly, cursing himself. Why had that just blurted out? Reilly looked at him, quite surprised.

"Yes. She is," Reilly confirmed, though it hadn't been a question.

"I am not paying either of you to have sex with Anita's lovers," the vampire said calmly. Where was he going with this? Reilly just blinked at him. She looked for all the world like she was dealing with a toddler's temper tantrum.

"With all due respect, sir, you aren't paying my sister at all," Reilly said blandly. Jean-Claude shifted in his seat, even more irritated.

"I would ask you to have this affair discontinued, it will cause nothing but conflict," Jean-Claude stated in his master-of-the-city voice.

"You publicly ousted Anita. You have asked her to refrain from coming to the circus, you are reclaiming all of her other lovers one-by-one, and have successfully turned most of the preternatural community against her. I would guess any one of those would cause more conflict. Are you having second thoughts?" Reilly asked him, leaning forward in her chair. Jean-Claude could feel himself freeze.

"I am having no second thoughts," he answered, avoiding her gaze haughtily. Reilly considered her next words carefully.

"Jean-Claude, is there something bothering you?" She asked, hoping she hadn't overstepped her bounds. That kiss had left them on dangerous footing. He scoffed-actually scoffed, and changed the subject.

"And what is there between you and monsieur Asher?" Jean-Claude asked, hands spread on the table, wondering if he was out of his mind. Reilly colored, which caught his attention.

"There is nothing between Asher and I," Reilly muttered into her collar, looking guilty as hell. Jean-Claude's attention was piqued, and his temper suddenly had lighter fluid added to it.

"I was not even aware you had known Asher before this evening," Jean-Claude said dangerously. Reilly blushed further, but this time it was out of anger.

"I don't know what you're implying, but I have never met him in my life! And we aren't sleeping together, if that's what you think. Allow me a little dignity," she snapped, eyes glittering.

"Tell me why then, you are so impassioned about this particular subject?" Jean-Claude demanded, standing.

"My private life is none of your business!" Reilly was on her feet also, hands balled into fists at her sides.

"I see, you think it a wonderful game to come into my city, bespell my people, seduce my second-"

"Bespell!" Reilly sputtered.

"Antagonize my human servant and my wolf-"

"Antagonize! I have acted only on your orders!" Reilly was yelling now.

"Do not raise your voice to me!" Jean-Claude shouted.

"How's this for antagonizing? I QUIT!" Reilly spun on her heel, and marched out of the door, leaving a rapidly deflating Jean-Claude behind her.

Asher entered the office, watching her retreating form as she hurried up the stairs.

"Mon ami? What happened?" Jean-Claude slumped into his chair, giving Asher a tired face.

"I have acted like quite an ass," he said, rubbing his temples.
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Reilly was out the door, up the stairs, and looking at her car before she remembered that Jason still had her keys. With a defeated little slump, Reilly fought back tears. God, she cried about everything lately! What was she? A girl? She decided then that she would just hot wire her beloved car and get the keys from Jason some other time.

She was in the process of pressing down the driver's side window when a voice behind her said, "A '69 Camaro. Cherry ride. You were right, I knew instantly it was yours." Jason the werewolf stepped out from behind the car, dangling her keys in one hand. Reilly looked at the boy. The vampire wanted to accuse her of sleeping around, huh?

"How old are you Jason?" Reilly asked, snagging her keys. He looked confused for a moment.

"Twenty-three...?" He trailed off, looking at her. Reilly smiled. She slid into the car, and unlocked his door.

"Get in the car, Jason," she said, starting the engine. The familiar purr roared through her.

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Reilly pulled Jason into the apartment, roughly kissing him and grabbing at his shirt and pants. Jason was confused. Earlier in the day, she wouldn't even kiss him, and now...now she wanted to fuck him...at least he hoped. Reilly slipped out of her shoes and whipped Jason's belt right out of it's belt loops. She smirked seductively at the young wolf, winking at him. Jason tore his shirt over his head with a growl and picked up the tiny woman, slamming her into the wall beside them. He pressed his lips against her so hard she could feel his teeth. Reilly reached between them and undid his jeans, letting them fall to the floor. Jason pulled her off the wall and carried her, one handed, to the kitchen while pulling her shirt over her head and her jeans to the floor. He put her on the counter he had been cleaning earlier.

Reilly looked into his eyes, now a burning stone grey rather than their usual pale blue. Her heart raced faster at the sight of the predator swimming underneath the surface. Jason smirked, sliding his finger underneath her bra and snapped the fabric between her breasts. Reilly gasped in pleasure as Jason latched onto her breasts, drawing her nipples between his teeth. He reached underneath her and pulled of slinky panties off, throwing them across the kitchen. He nuzzled against her neck, inhaling her thick scent, torturing Reilly. Her whole body was on fire, she needed him now. She sunk her nails into his hips and shoved him into her. They both gasped, Jason lost control and started pounding into her. He gripped her thighs, and bit into her shoulder, hard.

Reilly sank her nails into his shoulders, dragging them down the length of his back. Jason growled dominantly and wrapped a hand around Reilly's throat, his other hand tangled itself in her hair and jerked her head back. Reilly shrieked and tensed as orgasms washed over her and her lover. Jason shook, then stopped, letting his head fall onto her chest. He looked up at Reilly's flushed face and noticed the broken glass window in the cabinet behind her. Reilly looked behind her and laughed.

Suddenly, the front door swung open and Raleigh waltzed into the house with Micah in tow. They rounded the corner and Raleigh stopped in her tracks. Micah stopped behind her, duffel bag slung over his shoulder. Raleigh's jaw dropped to the floor while Micah had a smirk the was worthy of the Cheshire Cat's envy. Reilly looked simply mortified.

"So...uhm...okay," Raleigh stuttered. "Anita kicked Micah out and he's staying here." Reilly nodded, avoiding her eyes.

Raleigh shuffled off to the bedroom, leaving Micah in the kitchen with the two lovers. Micah still had a smirk on his face. "Good job," he chuckled, then followed his Nimir-Ra.

Reilly jumped off the counter and snatched up the clothes on the floor, leaving Jason naked. She practically ran to her room, but paused and looked at Jason. The embarrassment disappeared from her face, replaced with a wily grin. She raised an eyebrow and gave Jason a "come hither" with her finger as she slipped into her room.

Jason followed her, but stopped when he heard the other bedroom door open. Micah sauntered out gracefully with a towel wrapped around his waist.

"You guys use the honey?" Micah asked, completely unphased that they were both standing there in the buff.

"Uh...no," Jason answered, glancing through the open door. Micah leaned with him to block his view. Raleigh's voice came from the bedroom.

"Micah, honey. Not that I doubt your knot tying abilities, but my hands are falling asleep. I think you tied them too tight," she called.

"That's so you don't get loose, deal with it," Micah called back, then looked back at Jason. "Now, if you will excuse me, there is are two delicious treats waiting for me."

Jason watched Micah walk into the kitchen and rummage through the cabinets, mumbling about the broken window.
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