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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[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.

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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.

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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.

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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!"

[masterofstlouis]

Jean-Claude smiles at Anita over Asher's shoulder, amused at her insistance. He lets Asher undress Anita while he unfastens Asher's pants and slides pants and underwear down to the floor. Only when the two of them are nude and crawling onto the bed does he finish stripping down himself before joining them.

He keeps Anita between himself and Asher, at least for now. He drops his head to capture the breast closest to him in his mouth, sucking and licking at the darkening nipple. He catches Asher's gaze and motions with his gaze for Asher to do the same on the other side.

[ash-imperfect.livejournal.com]

Asher nods, sliding down the bed a little, resting one hand lightly on Anita's thigh, just above her knee. He bows his head to her breast, a mirror of Jean-Claude, sucking and nibbling gently on her nipple, his hair tangling with Jean-Claude's.

[anita_blake]

Anita's mind simply shuts down. Thoughts stop.

She only feels, her head dropping back as her whole body trembles as pleasure heats her from the inside out. Her hands find their way into their hair, gold and darkness twining, soft as silk against.

All Anita manages is a loud, shuddering moan as she arches her back, pressing her chest closer to their mouths.

[masterofstlouis]

This time, it's Asher's hand that Jean-Claude covers with his own. He twines his fingers with Asher's briefly, and then slides Asher's hand up Anita's thigh, slowly and lightly, feeling the heat as they approach the growing wetness between her legs.

He draws back from Anita's breast as his hand places Asher's directly onto that moist, heated flesh. He wants to see, wants to watch their faces a little while, their bodies curling into each other. The two people he loves most in the world enthralled with one another.

[ash-imperfect.livejournal.com]

Asher shudders, pulling away from Anita's breast just enough that he can see her face as his fingers stroke over her moist folds, slipping slowly between, his thumb rolling over her clit gently.

He loves this, loves the chance to touch Anita when neither of them are under the spell of the ardeur, knowing it's just her. He's aware of Jean-Claude, of course; how could he not be. But it's Anita he's focused on now, Anita that fills him with lust, even if it has no physical result yet.

[anita_blake]

Anita parts her legs a little wider, letting her back touch the bed finally. She can't force any sound past her closed throat for a moment, but then the moan is let loose. Staring into Asher's eyes, she's as surely captured as he is. It is different without the power of the ardeur forcing their hands, stealing away subtly and beauty.

She closes her eyes, her head lolling to the side as Asher's fingers circle her, making her breath shudder, her thighs quiver. When she opens her eyes, all she sees is gold and porcelain, and she reaches out, drawing Asher close, until her hot breath and wet tongue can tease his neck as her taunts her between her legs.

[masterofstlouis]

Jean-Claude simply lays back onto the bed, on his side, propped up on one arm, so that he can watch. There is a certain pleasure in simply watching, and now that he has a chance to truly indulge that for the first time in a great while, he takes full advantage of it.

His other hand drifts between his own legs, idly and gently stroking along his length while he watches the beautifully sensual show before him.

[ash-imperfect.livejournal.com]

Asher shudders at the first swipe of her tongue, gust of hot breath, against his neck. His eyes close, a soft gasp as he feels the scrape of teeth at his throat. He forces them open, fixing on Jean-Claude's face, his eyes following the slight movement of his arm, down to his hips, and lower.

Turning his head, he nibbles gently on Anita's shoulder with blunt, human teeth, his free hand reaching across, sliding slowly up Jean-Claude's thigh, a mirror of his touches to Anita only minutes before.

[anita_blake]

Anita's hips shift into the rhythm Asher's hand creates, and she's barely paying attention to anything other than the pleasure building inside her and Asher's throat. Her hand slides down Asher's chest, taking in the feel of his body. She hadn't had the opportunity to do that before, and she basks in it now. A particularly nice swipe of his fingers makes her buck, cry out, and bite down into the meat of Asher's throat.

[masterofstlouis]

Jean-Claude smiles at Asher when he looks over, and brushes his fingertips up and down Asher's arm. His cock twitches at the feel of Asher's hand on his thigh, remembering shared pleasures of times past, and in anticipation of those to come.

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Asher shifts, covering Anita's body with his, kissing her hungrily, his fingers curling, pressing deep inside of her. His hand slides off of Jean-Claude's thigh, wrapping around his arm, pulling him close. He wants to feel Jean-Claude's hands on his body, wants them to pleasure Anita together.

[anita_blake]

Anita arches her body up, crying out into that hungry kiss as Asher's fingers move inside her. Her whole body shivers, her breath short, as his skilled hand and mouth bring her so much closer to release. She can feel Asher's desire for her, for Jean-Claude. It's for them both, not just Jean-Claude, and that helps her mind relax into what they are doing, into just enjoying the three of them touching, kissing, and pleasuring each other.

[masterofstlouis]

Jean-Claude settles in behind Anita, pressing his body along her naked back. He kisses and nips at her neck and shoulder, while his hands roam over them both. Anita's stomach, Asher's chest. His thigh, her hip. It doesn't really matter; the feel of both of them is what he's craving, and for once he doesn't have to deny himself that.