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Christmas Night	By : Meghan Category: Anita Blake > Het Views: 3496 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: Christmas Night
Author: Meghan
Email: meghanreviews@yahoo.com

Summary: Anita returns home from her dad's and gets a little Christmas present.
Pairing: Jean-Claude/Anita
Rating: NC17

Disclaimer: I have no association with LKH or the ABVH series.

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There's a vampire. Naked. In my bed. With a bow. A bow wrapped around a strategic area that was making my brain fizzle. It was blue. The bow I mean--not the--uh...well you know.

Jean-Claude looked at me with a feral smile gracing his lips. One hand dropped between his sprawled thighs, gripped his straining cock and pumped slowly up and down. His eyes glowed bright blue, a shade very close to the color of the satin bow. I preferred looking at the bow. It was very pretty… and shiny.

"Is that for me?" I asked, knowing the answer.

"It's your Christmas present, ma petite," he agreed readily, arching into his hand.

I gulped, feeling a bit lightheaded. I took a moment to put down my suitcase and shrug out of my leather jacket before sidling up to the bed.

"You are still wearing too many clothes," Jean-Claude pouted, his fingers trailing through pre-cum, smearing it in ever widening circles.

Instead of answering him, I leaned over and took a kiss, my hand catching up with his own over his erection. His chest hitched and I smiled against his lips. I could make his brain fizzle too.

"Ma petite, would you like help removing your blouse?" he asked eyeing my breasts.

My nipples harden instantly and I moved my hand to his thigh. "Please," I replied huskily.

"Come closer," he whispered and I obeyed, climbing into his lap.

I could feel him through my jeans like I was straddling a pole. His fingers brushed the sides of my breasts as he took his time reaching the first button. Jean-Claude unbuttoned the one at my throat, sliding his fingers along my neck and collarbone. A wave of pleasure slid down my back as he made sure to touch every revealed inch of skin as it appeared.

I moaned in frustration when he unclasped the button between my breasts and moved on, not touching me there. He laughed delightedly at my response to him and I took a moment to glare at him. Chauvinistic male doesn't even know--"Ahh!"

Jean-Claude hands cupped me firmly, massaging and molding my flesh, pressing the soft globes in and up. I yell out loud when his fingers tugged roughly on my nipples. They tightened further under his administrations. His mouth swooped in and licked the valley between my breasts.

"Jean-Claude," I whispered hungrily.

I arched my back toward him, seeking the silky flat of his tongue on my breasts and mewled in frustration when he slid down to bathe my ribs with his saliva. Jean-Claude pushed the shirt over and off my shoulders, sweeping it away from the bed. I clutched his hair in my fist, yanking him upwards, holding my breast out to him.

He took it in his mouth, grazing his teeth against the sensitive skin. A shudder rippled through me. I needed--I wanted--I had to have--

"More, more," I pleaded, pushing into him.

His mouth opened over me, taking in as much as he could without pricking me with his fangs. His tongue lapped against my rigid peaks, and still it wasn't enough. I pressed against him, cutting myself along his fangs. My eyes rolled upward when he grew bolder, sucking stronger, licking roughly against the warm blood oozing from the cuts on either side of my nipple.

The pleasure was so intense, my stomach was clenching up. Jean-Claude kept the small wounds open for a few minutes before pressing warmed lips to them and moving to the other one. Nuzzling his nose against me, Jean-Claude nipped with blunt teeth the left nipple.

My fingers trailed through his hair, pulling it away from his ears, so I could hold massage them lightly. He purred, easing away, moving his head into my hands his eyes closed. With a little tug on his lobes he fell backwards onto the propped pillows. I followed, with wicked thoughts in my mind.

His frenzy over, and mine as well, I kissed him sweetly once, before pursuing a little more. The art of kissing a vampire is a skill Jean-Claude taught me well. I'm a very apt student, I've even done one or two things to Jean-Claude that surprised him. Using my tongue as a probe, I strive to reach the soft sensitive gums that are usually left unexplored. He shuddered beneath me, his hand coming to cup the back of my head.

He deepened the kiss, his knee sliding between my legs. I rubbed against him, trying to alleviate the ache there, and moaned in distress. I'm still wearing pants! And panties! This won't do!

"Pants bad," I mumbled, grinding against him.

He flashed a wolfish grin. "Shall I help you out of those as well?"

"Jean-Claude!" I whined.

"I'll take that as a yes," he said merrily, sliding his hands under the waistband and elastic band of both to squeeze my butt.

"You're--"

"So wonderful?" he teased, laughing at me, his hands flexing over my ass. "So charming? So amazing in bed?"

"So full of it more like," I returned, sighing when he removed the last of my clothes.

"I'm wounded, ma petite," Jean-Claude said against my temple, running his nose along the hair line.

"Uh-hun, yeah, sure you are," I retorted, bringing our mouths together for another slow kiss, my hand resting against his chest over the cross burn.

"Hmm," he rumbled.

We eased up on the kiss and with a final lick to the corner of his mouth I pulled away. He sat there watching me with hooded eyes with an intensity lurking within them that was almost predatory. My heartbeat sped up as I tucked a piece of hair behind my ear nervously. Then he shifted and the look was gone.

A swift glance down revealed that the bow was tilting lopsidedly, one side pulled free from it's moorings. I picked up the dangling ribbon and tugged lightly on it releasing him. A muffled moan escaped his parted lips as I trailed the ribbon across his steely thighs.

I looked up at him and said in a sultry voice, "You've been unwrapped."

"You should test it out," he replied thickly, his accent heavy. "Just in case you need to take it back--"

"It doesn't look damaged to me, but you're right, I should take it on a test drive."

I tossed the ribbon to the right of me, where it slithered into a neglected heap on the bed, before taking the velvety head of his penis between my hands and bringing it to my moist entrance. A moment later and he was seated inside me, filling me up. My muscles quivered in response to the invasion as I rolled my hips in welcome.

"Don't do that, ma petite, or you may find that your present short circuits too quickly."

I laughed, doing the roll again. "You're such a worrywart, Jean-Claude."

"I have good reason to be," he exhaled, arching up into my movement.

"Don't be," I gasped, squeezing gently. "It's perfect."

Jean-Claude dug his fingers into my hips, a guttural noise accompanying my undulations against him. He concentrated on my thrusts, meeting me again and again. His breathing, when he did so, was even and steady.

I couldn't have that. Not when I was a rocket waiting, ready to explode. I squeezed myself around him, eliciting a groan from my vampire.

"Merde, ma petite," he cursed, clutching my hips tighter with his fingers.

"Stop holding back," I returned blithely, squeezing and rolling at the same time.

He hissed, revealing fangs as all the air left him in one fell swoop. Then he gave me what I wanted, he didn't hold back anymore. In the next instant our pace quickened, became sloppy and mismatched as we both struggled to reach orgasm.

Sweat clung to my breasts and lower back; my thighs were slick making it an effort to stay on top. Jean-Claude lurched up, wrapping his lips around a turgid peak as his arms encircled my back for support. He twined my damp curls around his fingers as he suckled, his cheeks hollowing with every pull.

I exploded. Pleasure rode through my body in waves as I spasmed around his cock. His fingers found my clitoris, rubbing it roughly as he continued to pump in and out with fantastic speed. I cried out again as a second orgasm crash through me. It was too much.

Red light danced over my vision, I was on the verge of passing out from the prolonged orgasms. It was too much; too intense. Then Jean-Claude's hoarse shout filled my ears as he came. His body was a cool oasis when he fell against me, his hips stilling as he lay inside me.

After a while he rolled off and out of me, flopping to the side. Then Jean-Claude gathered me into the crook of his arms, throwing a leg over my hip, sighing contentedly. His nose rested at the back of my neck and his long dark curls trailed over my shoulder in a soft caress.

"How was Christmas at your father's?" he murmured quietly, running his fingers up and down my arm.

"Terrible," I replied, "Judith gave me a heinous pink cardigan sweater and asked me why at 25 I don't have any men lined up to marry every chance she could."

Jean-Claude pulled a face. "Pink is not your best color, ma petite," he agreed.

"It's in the suitcase."

"It must be destroyed."

"Nothing to say about the marrying part?"

"Non, sorry, the pink is still in my head. I'm going to have to buy you some frothy creations and lots of strappy leather outfits," Jean-Claude mused shaking his head before adding, "You have monogamy from several men, ma petite, why do you need marriage?"

"Why indeed," I murmured in sleepy agreement, rubbing the hairs on the leg over my hip. "So a skimpy leather outfit?"

He nodded. "Oui."

"You know I'm not going to wear it in public, right?"

"Oui, that is the idea."

I smacked his leg lightly, smiling into my pillow. "I love you. Merry Christmas, Jean-Claude."

"J'taime et Joyeux Noël , ma petite."

I sighed happily, snuggling closer. "I loved my present."

Jean-Claude grinned like the Cheshire Cat. "If you're good, I'm certain I can arrange to have another present for you before the night is over."

The End.
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