Incubus Dreams - October 22nd

[anita_blake]

Anita is sitting on the bed, legs folded indian-style, and she stares at the pair sitting on the couch. Both Asher and Jean-Claude look utterly at ease, faces blank, bodies relaxed. If she didn't know them better, she'd say they were casually waiting to have an everyday discussion about the weather.

But their careful expressions and relaxed positions speak volumes for their worry and discomfort.

"You can both stop looking like I'm about to execute one of you," she says, trying for a smile. "I promise, it's not that bad."

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[anita_blake]

Anita looks up at them, sort of surprised, and yet not.

"What do the two of you want?" she asks. "I need to know what you would like when we're in bed together to start off with. It will... it'll make things easier for me than me trying to pull some sort of limit out of thin air. I don't know what can go on when three people fuck openly and willingly together, so I'm struggling in the dark here. At least one of you needs to turn on a light for me."

[masterofstlouis]

Most people would probably balk at the idea of having to negotiate their lovemaking. But Jean-Claude is of Belle Morte's line, after all, and such things were status quo in her court.

"For myself, the freedom to kiss Asher and touch him intimately would be a satisfying start to such things. As an example, I suspect you would be uncomfortable with seeing me pleasure Asher orally, but perhaps I could steady his length with my hand and kiss him while you perform that service for him?"

(He may have added that last part just to see if he could deepen that blush.)

[ash-imperfect.livejournal.com]

Asher shudders a little, able to picture what Jean-Claude is suggesting all too easily.

"Truthfully I would be happy with anything," he murmurs, "but to touch Jean-Claude, to kiss him, would be wonderful."

[anita_blake]

Anita does blush.

Deeply.

And looks away from them.

"Touch and kiss."

Those were very broad terms, but she realizes she has to trust them. She will trust them. Anita gives a small nod, bringing her eyes back to the pair.

"All right. I think that's a reasonable move forward," she says, her voice sounding far more sure she feels.

[masterofstlouis]

Jean-Claude nods in acceptance of the terms. "And did you also perhaps have any ideas for when this new agreement between us might be put to the test? It is easy enough to agree to a thing in theory; the reality is often quite different, after all."

[ash-imperfect.livejournal.com]

Asher would suggest now, if he did not think they all needed time to think on what has been discussed. But he can't help the way his fingers curl into Jean-Claude's hair, just at the nape of his neck, barely touching skin. He keeps his eyes on Anita, though, love and lust and need and hope swirling in cool blue depths.

[anita_blake]

Anita can feel their quiet impatience. Not through some metaphysical power, but because she's a woman and can simply sense it. They want her. They want each other. And she wants them.

And they are willing to wait for her okay before anything went down.

"Do either of you have plans for the rest of the night?" she asks, that flush creeping over her features and down her neck again.

[masterofstlouis]

Jean-Claude leans his head back into that light touch, carefully not letting his soft, reassuring smile for Anita bleed into anything more.

"Nothing that cannot be canceled," he replies honestly. "You have no raisings tonight?"

[ash-imperfect.livejournal.com]

Asher smiles, encouraging and just a little flirty, hope shining brighter in his eyes.

"I have no plans," he admits. "Nathaniel is working tonight."

[anita_blake]

"I made sure my night was free tonight."

She'd figured something would happen tonight.

Anita licks her lips, staring at the two of them.

"So, I guess we've got the whole night ahead of us to see... what we're like as more of a real ménage à trois, if you'd both like that."

Though she'd smack either one of them if they said it aloud, Anita is rather cutely nervous. No ardeur, no ultimatum, no pressing issues forcing her hand. Just her and them and nothing else.

[masterofstlouis]

She does look a little like a virgin on prom night, Jean-Claude thinks amusingly to himself, careful to shield the thought from Anita.

"Then might I suggest a small step first, to get your feet wet, as it were?" At her permissive nod, Jean-Claude turns to Asher, steering the other vampire's face toward his with gentle fingertips against cheek, and draws him into a kiss. Sweet and gentle at first, but deepening quickly into loving and passionate. He leaves the marks open as he does so, ready to pull back at the first sense of Anita's discomfort at the display.

[ash-imperfect.livejournal.com]

Asher sighs into the soft kiss, pressing closer eagerly when Jean-Claude coaxes him, drawing him in with just the gentlest press of fingertips to his cheek.

He cups Jean-Claude's face in his hands, sliding closer on the couch, very, very aware of their audience. He slows the kiss, gentles it bit by bit until he's just brushing his lips lightly against Jean-Claude's, golden lashes a fan across his cheeks before he slowly opens them, smiling softly at Jean-Claude. The kiss is all the sweeter for its rarity, for the knowledge that Anita will not come between them, now.

[anita_blake]

And Anita sits there, stunned and silent, watching them.

Her heart races, and there would be no hiding the scent of her arousal. They were so beautiful together, and Anita can see why Belle Morte liked watching them, liked the pair and hated when that pair left her. It is an amazingly erotic visual, but she knows they don't perform for her.

Which might be the biggest difference between her and Belle Morte. She will never ask them to fuck just so she can watch.

Anita licks her lips, eyes trained on them, never looking away, her breath quick and quiet. If this is getting her... feet... wet, then she's almost terrified of what more than a kiss will do.

[masterofstlouis]

Jean-Claude turns to Anita then, and the satisfied smile on his face is unmistakable. "Shall we join you on the bed, ma petite?" he purrs.

[ash-imperfect.livejournal.com]

Asher laughs softly, pressing a kiss to Jean-Claude's temple before he, too, turns to face Anita.

"Do you have to ask?" He murmurs, able to tell just by looking how much she wants this. He stands, slowly, lacing his fingers with Jean-Claude and gently leading him towards the bed.

[anita_blake]

Her heart races a traitorous rhythm as they approach, and Anita unfolds her legs, her hands gripping the bedspread. She stares up into a face of snow and sapphires surrounded by darkness, and then into one of alabaster and aquamarine framed by brilliant sunlight.

"Don't make fun of me, Asher," she warns, though her voice is thick, husky.

[masterofstlouis]

Jean-Claude kneels beside Anita, reaching out with his hand to cup her face.

"Ma petite," he murmurs, filling his voice with an edge of seduction. "He only speaks the truth."

He dips his head down and kisses her much in the same way he had just kissed Asher. It begins slowly, but quickly deepens into something passionate yet deeply loving.

[ash-imperfect.livejournal.com]

Asher watches them, rapt.

"And now it is my turn to want," he murmurs softly, reaching out to touch first onr, then the other, running his hand down their backs.

[anita_blake]

Panting, Anita pulls back from Jean-Claude's kiss. She vaguely realizes that the energy between the three of them is so very different than the one and only night thus far they'd been together. She'd not given them freedom that night, but tonight... tonight she would.

She turns her eyes to Asher, her skin tingling at his touch, even through clothing. He is just as beautiful as Jean-Claude, just as perfect, and their perfection -- a thing doubled -- frightens her.

But it excites her far more.

[masterofstlouis]

Through the marks, Jean-Claude can sense Anita's thoughts, so open to him now. They have made vast leaps in progress since Musette's untimely visit, and he is not willing to lose they ground they have won.

His dark eyes shift to Asher's face, and Jean-Claude allows the eagerness to slowly fill his eyes. He wants them both to know what he feels now, and so he lets it shift his face, give it life and heat.

[ash-imperfect.livejournal.com]

Asher draws a soft breath, taken aback by the look in Jean-Claude's eyes, the anticipation there. He turns his gaze on Anita, pressing closer to her, cupping her face, leaning in and kissing her with the same care, the same heat, that he did Jean-Claude.

[anita_blake]

Anita opens up to him immediately, sliding her tongue carefully between Asher's fangs. She moans, wondering if she's remotely going to survive tonight. It's intense, even just the kissing, and already her body wants more. God, does it want more.

Her clothes are far too constricting now, and her hands dislike pressing to Asher's chest and finding cloth preventing flesh-to-flesh contact. There's a needy whimper from her as Asher's kiss just pushes her deeper into the lust, and Anita thinks she'll drown in it.

And, funny, this time, she doesn't care if she does.

[masterofstlouis]

Jean-Claude steps behind Asher, reaching around to unbutton the shirt and expose the skin that Anita clearly wants to touch. He covers her hands with his and leads them across Asher's stomach and chest, brushing her fingers across Asher's nipples before continuing up to his shoulders and upper arms.

His hands leave Anita's long enough to remove his own shirt, and then Jean-Claude presses against Asher's back and trails kisses along the blond vampire's shoulders.

[ash-imperfect.livejournal.com]

Asher shivers at the touch of two sets of hands on bare skin, moaning softly into the kiss, arching his back as her fingers brush across his chest, his nipples.

He smiles, tilting his head a little, leaning into the kiss as he feels Jean-Claude's mouth against his shoulder. He slides his hands under Anita's shirt, wanting more skin bared to his touch, his mouth.

[anita_blake]

Anita pulls back from Asher's mouth with a loud gasp, her nails scraping lightly at his chest.

"God!" she pants. "I need--" She watches Jean-Claude's mouth moving over Asher's skin, sees the eyes on her but so much lust and love inside Jean-Claude...

For Asher... for her...

"I need the clothes gone," she breathes roughly. "All of them. We can slow down once there's flesh, but I need to touch you both, feel you both, see you both touch one another!"