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The Frilly Apron and the Strand of Pearls	By : Meghan Category: Anita Blake > Het Views: 2139 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: The Frilly Apron and the Strand of Pearls
Author: Meghan
Email: meghanreviews@yahoo.com

Rating: NC17
Spoilers: Incubus Dreams... but not really... erm...

Summary: What does Nathaniel make of his gifts?

Dedication: To Sarah and BeEG!

Disclaimer: I have no association with eithr LKH or the ABVH series.
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I was about to say something when I came into the room. I just don’t remember what it was exactly that I’d been wanting to say. My tongue seemed to be glued to the roof of my mouth because right now Nathaniel was lying on the bed nude before me. He had only two items on him and one was a strand of pearls that I had bought him with a frilly apron to match. I thought he’d look cute dressed in them when he was in the kitchen.

I hadn’t been able to get the image out of my head about it so when I saw them I couldn’t resist the impulse to purchase. I am so glad that I did to, cause my little werekitty was lying on his back stretched out before me in such a way that my mouth went dry and a moist heat pooled between my legs.

Nathaniel’s hair was spread out on the lavender sheets, emphasizing the color of his eyes. Those eyes were staring at me with that knowing smile as his fingers trailed over his chest, playing with his nipples through the fabric. It wasn’t fair. I hadn’t been expecting the ambush when I got home. And I knew I had come in here to say something. What was it?

“Hello, Anita,” Nathaniel purred, slipping his fingers beneath the apron strap to touch his skin.

Warm, hot skin. Smooth skin over hard muscles. I swallowed.

“Nathaniel.”

His own smile grew wider. “Join me?”

I shook my head wordlessly pressing my body back against the door jam.

My reaction made him pout. In one swift move he turned over onto his stomach and I think I groaned. The only thing I could concentrate on was the large white bow riding the dip in his back just above his naked bum. I had a half-hour before the ardeur needed to be fed to keep on the six hour schedule that would help me not to suck energy from Damian. But screw the schedule. Just screw it.

Of my own free will I started to stalk towards the bed, letting my desire for him show in my eyes. It was Nathaniel’s turn to groan when the mattress dipped beneath my weight. I scooted his hair away so I wouldn’t pull it by accident.

“I thought you’d wear these with something on underneath,” I murmured inanely, petting his loose hair.

“Does this not please you?” Nathaniel asked, twisting around to look at me. His eyes were wide, the expression in them careful.

“You know it does.”

“I like them,” Nathaniel said simply, wiggling a bit so that his body pressed against my knees.

“I hoped you would… I really like this apron,” I stated, my hand lying flat against his back right above the bow.

Nathaniel squirmed, a loud moan leaving him when I started to play with the ribbons of the bow. He wiggled his butt in an attempt to get me to move lower. When I didn’t his head fell forward and a curtain of hair covered the side of his face.

“Turn over,” I commanded gently, taking the end of the ribbon between my fingers firmly.

The bow came undone as Nathaniel did as I said. The apron lay flat against his stomach, but tented considerably over his groin. In one fluid move, I straddled his hips, my hands braced on his chest. Leaning forward, my hair brushed his skin and he shuddered. I kissed the skin where the shoulder met the neck, wrapping my teeth around it holding firm.

Nathaniel sighed, wiggling under me. “More,” he begged plaintively, pressing his flesh into my mouth.

I bit him then, hard enough to mark the fragile skin with a perfect imprint of my teeth causing him to cry out. His feet kicked out an unconscious attempt to usurp my position on top of him. Squeezing my thighs on either side of him, I held him in place beneath me as I licked the few drops of his blood lingering in the indentations.

He moaned, tossing his head from side to side, hands scratching at the mattress to keep him from touching me. I laughed softly at his predicament, stretching myself out so that I rested on top of his entire body. For one brief moment, Nathaniel stilled, soaking up the feeling of my weight pressing him down. He held his breath as he waited for me to do something else, something more. I did. I kissed his lips, parting them with my tongue, sneaking inside to play in the warm heat of his mouth.

There I enticed him to tangle his tongue with mine in a mock struggle for dominance. He knew and I knew who was in charge even as we explored the inner recesses of each other’s mouths. My hands played over the muscles in his arms, scratching my nails down them faintly before soothing my palm over them on the way up. When he murmured something unintelligible I slid down, pressing openmouthed kisses along his shoulders and arms.

Every area of his body covered by the apron I studiously ignored much to Nathaniel’s dismay as he bucked and rolled beneath my touch, trying to draw me closer to the places he wanted most for me to explore. When I reached his feet, Nathaniel leaned up on his elbows to watch, much like he did the first time we made love. One by one I suckled on his toes, watching Nathaniel’s eyes roll up into the back of his head.

“Anita,” he called out, reaching a hand out to me, unable to withstand anymore.

“Take the strap off your neck, Nathaniel,” I ordered, releasing his big toe.

He did eagerly. And now the only reason Nathaniel wasn’t nude before me was because the apron fell down around his waist, covering him up, making me frown. I stared at it wondering what to do next, because I still wanted to tease him a little while longer.

Carefully crawling backwards off of his body, I sit on my haunches at his feet. Nathaniel watches me closely, his eyes glittering with desire. Slowly, slowly, I remove my clothes, starting first with my shirt and ending with a little wiggle as I took my panties off. From my spot at his feet, I swept my eyes up and over him, taking note of his flagrant erection trapped woefully beneath the material of the apron, up to his face where he was biting his lip hard to keep from making any sound.

“Spread your legs,” I instructed, crawling between them when he did.

I lifted the apron high enough to flick my tongue along the hot skin of his testicles. I like the taste and sample it again. Nathaniel’s hips shift restlessly as he mewls. Grabbing the apron with my teeth I pull it off of him and for the first time tonight see him fully nude. Just the sight of him makes me wet as I remember just what he can do with his equipment. The endurance. My mouth salivates at the thought.

“Touch me.”

Nathaniel sits up, his violet eyes straying downward to linger on my stiff nipples. His hands cup my shoulder blades, soothing the skin there before running down my arms like I had done to him. But when he made a move to continue on as I had, I stopped him.

“No, touch me,” I reiterated, guiding his hands to my breasts, molding them to me.

He did.

The sensation was too sharp, and I gasped. He continued to tweak my nipples, rolling first one way then the other. My head fell to his shoulder where I tilted it until I could see what he was doing.

It was too much. I stopped him. “Love me, Nathaniel, love me.”

“I do,” Nathaniel answered cheekily, leaning backwards groping for something.

His hand collided with the strand of pearls which he brought up for my approval. I raised an eyebrow at him inquisitively. He smiled serenely, wrapping the necklace around my throat and clasping it.

Fingering the weight of the pearls, I informed him, “Not quite what I meant.”

“I know,” he murmured, licking the column of my throat.

I shivered as he licked and nipped his way down to the crown of my nipples, taking the peaks into his mouth. His hands shifted down and cupped my ass in his hands, kneading firmly. I pushed myself into him, leaning up and over him.

I grasped his cock in my hand, repositioned ourselves, and sank onto him. He filled me fully; I fluttered around him, pushing against him without waiting to adjust. Nathaniel growled, wrapping his fingers around my hips, thrusting upwards.

The friction felt fucking marvelous. I ground against him time and again, building the pleasure up between us. Then he hit that spot. Oh fuck. Oh God. I forced his hands against the mattress, using my grip on his arms for leverage, increasing the pace of our coupling to a frenzy.

My nails bit into his arms, leaving angry red crescent marks on his skin. He grunted, leaning up to capture my lips in a mashing of teeth and tongue. It was not a nice kiss, it was a hungry, one intent on filling us up but instead leaving us craving for more. I took, and he gave, and I took some more. Panting our breaths mingled together as our bodies stretched taut, straining our sweat covered bodies together.

“Come for me, Nathaniel,” I gasped, ripping my mouth from his. “Hurry up and come!”

With my permission, Nathaniel’s tight reign on his control slipped and he faltered beneath me. I couldn’t have that. I lifted up and slammed myself back down. Again, and again, and again, until he cried out in release. The feeling of him letting go triggered my own. Opening up to the ardeur I came with a rush of scalding moisture, collapsing against him and feeding off of our release.

“Oh… oh… oh my…” I breathed harshly, my tongue darting out to lick a bead of moisture off his chest.

Nathaniel laughed, loosely wrapping his arms around my back, cuddling me closer for a minute before letting go. I sighed blissfully snuggling into his chest.

“Not quite what I expected to get out of buying you that silly apron,” I mouthed against him, licking his hot sweaty skin and finding comfort in the taste of vanilla on my tongue.

Nathaniel played with a strand of my hair. “I like the apron.”

“I feel like I bought a present for myself now,” I grumbled sweetly, running my hand along his stomach.

His hand stroked down the length of my spine. “I think of it as just an extension of your gift to me,” he said flashing me a lethargic smile.

“Your so full of it,” I teased, leaning up to kiss him lightly on the lips; the pearls dangled against his throat.

“I love you too, Anita,” he chuckled, stealing another chaste kiss.

“You know I came in here for a reason,” I tell him, nibbling on his lips.

“Oh, yeah?”

“Yup, completely forgot why, too.”

His smile widened, “Oh, yeah?”

“Oh, shut up!” I groused, settling back against his side.

Nathaniel, grabbed the comforter and pulled it on top of us before spooning against me. I sighed, wiggling back against him, tucking my head beneath his chin. He caressed my stomach softly while I gathered his hair around me enveloping myself in his warmth. I sighed again, burrowing my nose in the fine strands.

“I love you,” I whispered.

Nathaniel purred, inserting a leg between mine, draping himself against my back. He pressed his nose against the nape of my neck and inhaled deeply. The last thing I thought about as I drifted off to sleep in a scented cloud of vanilla was what did I smell like to him?

The End.
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