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 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!"

[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.

[ash-imperfect.livejournal.com]

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.

[ash-imperfect.livejournal.com]

Asher breaks the kiss, turning his head to catch Jean-Claude's mouth with his, kissing him hungrily. He presses against Anita from knee to shoulder, the sweet curves of her body tight against his chest, his knee between hers as his fingers delve between her thighs.

[anita_blake]

Anita's hand presses to Asher's chest, her nails digging in, as her breath catches. Feeling them both pressed to her, watching through heavy lashes as they kiss, just makes her body tighten that much more.

As Asher's fingers curve within her, Anita screams out, bucking into his hand as her climax races through her, stealing every sense but sight. She refuses to look away from Asher and Jean-Claude kissing, seeing as much passion in the meeting of their lips as anything they've shared singularly with her.

[masterofstlouis]

The sound of Anita's climax washes over him and redoubles the intensity of the kiss he shares with Asher. He pulls the other vampire closer, all but crushing Anita between them as she continues to writhe in her orgasm. Only when she finally begins to come down does he release Asher lips, turning his face down to Anita's and placing featherlight kisses on her forehead and cheeks.

[ash-imperfect.livejournal.com]

Asher moans into the kiss, the heat of Anita's body against him, around his fingers, doing more to turn him on almost than her cries. He draws back from the kiss slowly, blinking as if in a daze as he looks down at Anita, letting his fingers slide from her body slowly.

He kisses Anita's shoulder, trails his lips across until he can switch to Jean-Claude, touching them both, always.

[anita_blake]

Recovering between the two of them, she finally lets her eyes slip shut.

"Fucking hell," she mutters, and then laughs, feeling utterly... content. It's contentment, and her eyes fly open as she stares at them, confused by that feeling.

[masterofstlouis]

Jean-Claude feels the contentment through the marks and chuckles along with her. "I would hope it was slightly more pleasurable than hell, ma petite," he teases. "So, tell us, now that I have indulged myself in my voyeurism, what you would like to do next?"

[ash-imperfect.livejournal.com]

Asher strokes the back of his knuckles over her ribs, up and down, a slow sweeping movement as he looks between them, content to do anything they should wish.

[anita_blake]

A sparkle enters Anita's eyes. Asher is still soft, small, and not yet fed to make him hard. Anita squirms about until she's pressing Asher back into the softness of the bed, her hands stroking down his chest and stomach while she situates herself between his legs.

She remembers, through Jean-Claude, the places that bring Asher the most pleasure. Her lips brush down his thigh, her eyes rolled up to look at both vampires, and then her tongue brushes the back of his knee.