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Besides the Ardeur	By : lalaland Category: Anita Blake > Het Views: 2412 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the Anita Blake series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Title: Besides the Ardeur
Disclaimer: Yeah. Right.
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Anita/Micah
Spoilers: Up to NiC
Summary: Anita's POV. A mostly Anita centered fic, but Micah does some stuff, too. This takes place a little while after NiC, while Micah and Anita are still getting used to eachother. In this fic they get a little itty bit closer. Or maybe I should say that Anita gets a little more comfy with their situation. This was actually written a little while after NiC, and I was in a serious mood after I read that book, so I guess some parts are a little more serious than I usually write, but of course I couldn't resist some fluff.
Author's Note: This fic is Anita/Micah. If you don't like that pairing, then don't read it. I know it seems only logical, but as Mr. Spock often reminded Captain Kirk, humans are illogical beings (and therefore need to be reminded about things sometimes).
This is the final version of this story. I have another version of this posted at Pomme de Sang. This one is a tad more polished.

I was done early tonight. I had had 8 scheduled raisings, but luckily only in two cemeteries, which cut down drastically on my driving time. It was actually the driving from place to place that took up most of the time, not the zombie raisings themselves.
I briefly wondered if I could write off the money that I spent on gas as a business expense. My increased salary had bumped me up to the very bottom of a new tax bracket, and despite the increase in pay (and increase in work hours), I now had almost less money than before, so any money I could get back from the system I considered fair game... especially since I was the big breadwinner in whas tas turning out to be a very large family.
I didn't feel like going home just yet. The house was always so crowded lately, with Micah's pard now linked to mine. It wasn't that I completely loathed having so many people living with me and dropping by my house; it was just that I sometimes needed my space. Before the marks and my new home, I had actually cherished my small, quiet apartment. But it's impossible to go back. Not that I really wanted to, and waking up surrounded by one or more warm bodies had actually become kind of a necessity for me.
I changed lanes in my jeep and decided to head into the office where I had some paperwork piled up. Bert was now collecting post-raising information sheets, which mostly detailed how the raisings had gone and a general summary. It really wasn't necessary, but Bert liked having a portfolio of cases where he could open it up and recount details to perspective customers. The gorier the details we put in our reports the better, even if it made light of someone else's pain. It wasn't really such a big deal, but it bugged me.
Just about everything Bert did bugged me. He was an asshole of the largest proportions with only a small amount of scruples. When I began writing my reports in a neonticoticolored pen with my left hand, the memo came around that all reports had to be typed. I've been experimenting with fonts on my computer. The one called wingdings looks interesting enough, but it was perhaps a little too obvious of a rebellion.
The office was empty except for the night secretary Craig. He looked up and smiled. "Done already?"
"Yep." I said, sparing him a quick glance before heading into my office. His face predictably turned a sickly yellow at the edges when he took in my blood-covered clothes. No matter how many times it was done, beheading animals then smearing their blood over my body never got any easier on my wardrobe.

A hot dry breeze blew in through the window as I was finishing up my reports and ruffled at my papers.
I finally let myself leave the office and drove home, watching the sunrise highlight the translucent green of the tree leaves. I was still feeling restless, but tired. It was probably just my own fatigue, but the heaviness could be due to Jean-Claude's approaching death.
That last thought had me pulling into the driveway a little more harshly than I had planned, the gravel crunching angrily under the all-terrain tires.. I walked quietlto tto the living room and was surprised to see Micah sitting on the corner of the couch, comfortably slouched with his legs stretched out in front of him.
"Long night at work?" he asked.
"Yeah," I said, taking him in. No need to mention I had purposefully prolonged my night. He was my height and slim, but sculpted with muscle and good, wide shoulders. His face was delicate, but his slightly crooked nose made it look strong. His black shoulder length hair was tousled and curling.
"What are you doing up so early?" I asked.
"So late, you mean."
I just stared at him. I wanted to ask if he had been waiting up for me, but if he just couldn't sleep I would just feel stupid. We'd only been together for about a month and sometimes it still felt a little weird to me. OK, it felt lots weird.
"Sure," I said.
"Waiting for you," he said calmly.
I hadn't fed the ardeur yet this night, but I didn't feel it rise up. Jean-Claude had told me that eventually it would settle into a pattern, but at its earlier stages it was largely unpredictable. Micah heaved himself off the couch, looking at me expectantly.
Errrrrr. I wasn't quite sure why he waited up for me. I knew it was supposed to be a nice gesture, but it was ruined by the fact that I didn't need or want anyone waiting up for me, and at this point in the night, or morning, all I wanted to do was shower and go to bed. Not have awkward small talk with someone who I still barely knew, even though our inner selves had already me in in every way possible.
It was strange, but he really seemed to want to stick around. I had figured that once Chimera was gone Micah would leave and take his Maneaters clan back to wherever they used to live, despite his profession to want to be my mate. I wasn't even sure I wanted him to be my "mate". But he had stayed, and to be honest, I hadn't told him to leave, so here we were, standing in my living room, a little after sunrise, staring at eachother, with no words coming.
I stared longingly down the hallway towards the bathroom and the shower. Oh well, if he was going to live with me he had to figure out sometime that I was not a chatty, super outgoing person, despite society's stereotype that mid-westerners were a friendly, talkative lot. In my opinion, whoever started that stereotype should be dragged out into the street and shot. OK, that might be a little harsh, but I had no apologies for it. I was a cranky, cynical person, though, as I was finally starting to believe, not a horrible one.
Watching Micah watch me, I saw him simply become aware of my mood, accept it and file it away. I knew that if he ever waited up for me again, he wouldn't do it so obviously, out of respect to my feelings and moods, just in case I was starting to feel smothered.
Yes, some people, certain types of women and good bod boys, expected me to act like a Happy Holly all the time, but I couldn't. It didn't mean I wasn't happy. I just had a different personality than them. Men usually didn't have to apologize for their quirky behavior. Usually it was shrugged off with the idea that men were simply acting like men, when in all honesty it was just certain personalities being demonstrated in a certain way. As a girl, I should have acted cutesy and motherly and been very concerned about everyone feeling emotionally comfortable in my presence. Micah had not judged me yet. He had always seen me as a person, because that's what I was first and foremost, not some gender stereotype. That thought made me relax just a little bit.
I was finally able to think of something to say: "Where is everyone?"
"Caleb and Noah are at Merle's apartment tonight," he said with the slightest lift of his lips at the corners.
Yes!! I thought. I knew that finding a place for them to live would take time, but I had been afraid that they would be permanently camping out in my living room. Gina and Violet had already found a nice brownstone apartment in the St. Louis area and rented it together, with me shouldering some of the cost until they made a little more money from their jobs.
"Damian came home a few hours ago," he continued. "Nathaniel finished work late and is staying over at Jason's." Hmm. That was strange.
I looked at Micah's clothes, khakis and a crumpled but soft looking button down shirt, which was more dressed up than he usually got, and wondered if he had been planning on doing anything special with me tonight. I was still in the dark about many aspects of his personality, but I knew that if he had planned something, now that I had missed it, he wouldn't say anything about it at all.
His yellow-green eyes met mine calmly. "Is the ardeur OK?"
No accusation, no come on, just a simple question. I felt myself relax in a way that I hadn't been able to do with Richard in months. Micah still made no move to come any cr.
"It's fine so far," I said cautiously. "I probably will have to feed soon, but I'd rather let it come on its own instead of stirring it up." I realized he might very well just want to feed it now and then go to bed and not be disturbed later by feeding me. "Uhm, if you don't mind waiting around for it," I added, quickly, feeling strangely careful.
"I don't mind," he replied, his teeth showing in a slightly suggestive smile.
I rolled my eyes and walked past him. "Good," I called over my shoulder. I wasn't even sure if I could deliberately call it up yet anyway.

The warm shower made me actually wake up a little. Micah was already seemingly asleep in bed, and I knew from the past few weeks that he would only be wearing boxers underneath the sheets. I dropped the towel on top of a pile of dirty laundry in the corner and picked out an oversized t-shirt from my pajama drawer.
I turned to find Micah watching me from the bed. His dark hair was messy from being slept on and his cat eyes glowed at me from the dimness of the bedroom with its drawn, sunlight blocking shades. I suddenly became aware that we had never slept together without the ardeur's driving urge before.
Downstairs, aft had had gotten out of the shower, I had noticed an empty bowl of popcorn and my Disney movies stacked by the couch waiting for someone to watch them. I guess Micah had planned for a Disney night in. While I might not be very girly, having him watch Mulan or the Lion King with me could very well be a fool-proof path to my heart. I had definitely felt a teeny softening in my chest when I saw the movies. So I had a thing for singing cartoons. Bite me.
He turned over again as I stood there in the dark, and in that moment, I realized that I wanted to sleep with him without the urgency of the ardeur. If it came on from the sex, that was OK, but I wanted to start without it. I knew Jean-Claude wouldn't mind, but I guess I had been hoping for Richard to come back to me, and I knew that my willingly taking Micah to bed without the ardeur could very well further the chasm between us. But Richard had offered no support at one of the most vulnerable times in my life. He wt het here. Micah was.
I got under the soft cotton sheets and curled up against his back. I trailed my hand over his solidly built arm to his chest and pressed my palm against the smooth warm skin. His body started as he came awake, but he didn't move, except to lightly place his hand over mine.
I pressed a soft kiss to his shoulder and sucked the taste of him into my mouth, the taste of clean skin and Irish Springs soap. His breath came out in a soft sigh, and I smiled, glad that I could please him in this way. I couldn't help but give his muscled shoulder a hard nip of appreciation. He rolled over onto his back with a low, delighted laugh and pulled me on top of him, the material of his boxers rubbing at my bared, slick center in a most intriguing way.
"No ardeur?" he asked distractedly, pulling me down for a kiss.
"Not yet," I said against the kiss. Micah cupped my face between his hands and lightly rubbed his lips against mine, almost so that I couldn't feel them. My mouth started to feel tickled from the feather light friction, but then he pulled me down for a surer, stronger kiss, and my over-sensitized lips burned pleasantly from the sudden pressure.
I broke away with a shudder and nuzzled the center of his chest. His hands crept down and squeezed my ass, his fingers clenching and unclenching in a sensual massage that had me grinding against his erection. It had fortuitously found its way out of the vent in his boxers. In slow strokes I rubbed myself against the length of his shaft, sighing whenever I got the pressure just right on my clit. He moaned back at me whenever I hit a particularly sensitive spot on him.
My mouth moved on to the more succulent skin of his throat, not from any urge for blood, but simply to feel his body arch under mine when I mouthed the side of his neck or ran my tongue along the side of his Adam's apple.
I felt a noise of enjoyment ripple out of his throat, and I began to ache deep inside, the ache that my body got when it knew that it was just about to be filled to the brim. Sensing his need, I lengthened my movements so that the head of his erection pressed into me on each upstroke. I dimly saw his face crinkle in pleasure, and I couldn't help but draw out the moment of penetration for a few more moments just to watch him squirm under me.
"Anita," Micah muttered sternly and stared up at me with lust-glazed eyes. He deliberately licked his lips in one smooth motion, and I was hypnotically drawn down for a kiss before I knew what I was doing. As his tongue filled my mouth, he grasped my hips plunplunged into me.
I cried out as he began short steady strokes, fighting his way into the tightness of my body. Gravity was on his side, and I inexorably slid down all the way to the hilt, my flesh partibefobefore his. Normally, I was pretty active on top, but Micah held my hips tight and controlled the pace, silently saying he would take no more teasing. My clit burned as it rubbed against his shaft and got pressed against his pubic bone as we ground together. My shoulders slumped in bliss. I tried to brace myself on his chest, but this close to orgasm my body was melting like taffy, and I fell forward. I think I mewled his name.
"Take off your shirt," he rasped at me, and I gathered just enough energy to pull it off over my head. He stared hungrily at my breasts, which in some moments I will admit to as being one of my best features, but he only clenched at my hips harder.
He continued his strokes whole-heartedly, evidently deciding to finish us off instead of lingering, which made me whimper in agreement. I was more than ready. His face began to glisten with a sheen of moisture, and his long eyelashes were sticking together in some places. I felt prickles start deep in my belly and between my thighs, and I screamed, despite my tightened throat, my body going as tight as a pulled bowstring as he slid relentlessly in and out of me. I ground down on him, and pleasure still arced through me, making me at at Micah almost painfully and gasp out. He growled at me between clamped teeth and pulled me down even harder onto him as he reached his own satisfaction.
I collapsed down on him as he was still coming. Sighing into his hair, I felt him caress my back in long movements, while I still lay tight around him, swollen and dripping and sated. He was so big that I still felt the teeniest bit stretched after he softened.
"I'm glad we did this," he finally murmured.
I didn't pretend not to understand him. "I'm glad we did this, too. I'm glad you waited up for me."
He leaned his face into my neck. Cuddled close against him, I could feel his body relax and loosen. Micah pressed my head against his, and I let him do it. I knew from my glimpse into his heart that he hadn't had sex in a really long time before he met me. I had the feeling that his present contentment came not just from having the sex, but knowing that it was with a constant, available partner and that he was free from the burden of Chimera. I made soft, murmuring noises and could only hope that it was eno I g I guess it was because he pulled away slightly and smiled at me.
"I'm beat," he said.
And with those 2 words, the ardeur came rushing over me, tweaking areas that had already been sensitized by Micah not more than a few minutes ago. Immediately, he hardened inside of me from the energy that was the ardeur. I bit back a gasp.
"I'm sorry," I managed to say around the pulsing hunger in my head.
He rolled over so I was pinned underneath him, and then pulled out to drive hard into me once more.
"Don't be sorry," he said as he kissed my nose and grinned at me again. "Having you as my Nimir-ra is the best." And with that, he went on to show me how wonderful it was to have him as my Nimir-raj in return.

The End.
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