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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[ash-imperfect.livejournal.com]

Asher lifts his head enough to watch them, tugging Jean-Claude away from Anita for a moment to kiss him, sated and sweet. He turns to Anita, making sure she doesn't feel left out, kissing her just as thoroughly.

[anita_blake]

Anita laughs, the sound slightly drunken, and stares at Asher.

"You are good," she compliments with a soft chuckle. "God, that was..." Anita gasps when Asher shifts again inside her, everything so wonderfully sensitive. "We have to do this again."

[masterofstlouis]

Jean-Claude laughs at that pronouncement. "And here you were all this time afraid of what it would mean for us to do this. I hope, ma petite, that you feel sufficiently chastised."

[ash-imperfect.livejournal.com]

Asher laughs too, gasping as Anita shivers around him, sending an answering movement through his body.

"This is definitely one of the better ideas you have had, cher," he adds.

[anita_blake]

"You think so?"

Though her movements are slow, Anita does manage to kiss Asher softly, fingers trailing down his cheek.

"I'm sorry," she whispers, and though she holds Asher's gaze, the apology is to them both. She's sorry it has taken her so long to come to this point, sorry she can't let them go that next step, not just yet. "Soon, though," Anita murmurs, more to herself than them.

[masterofstlouis]

"In your own time, ma petite," he reassures. Even this was a giant leap forward, and more than he had expected when they'd begun. "For now, though, I suggest getting ourselves cleaned up, and then perhaps we could take you to dinner. If you are not hungry now, you will be soon, given the amount of blood you have lost."

[ash-imperfect.livejournal.com]

"There is no rush," Asher reassures Anita, smiling as he brushes her hair back from her face.

"And mon merle noir is right," He runs his fingers through Jean-Claude's hair now, unable to stop touching them both.

"Perhaps we should share a bath, the three of us? To conserve water?" He's teasing, as is obvious from the smile on his face.

[anita_blake]

Anita laughs, weakly trying to pull herself out from between them, acutely aware of the blood and fluid on her body.

"Conserve water my ass," she says with a grin.

[masterofstlouis]

Jean-Claude hums thoughtfully. "The tub is large enough to accommodate all of us, I believe," he adds with a playful smile. "And it would probably be best if you were observed to ensure that you do not get dizzy or light-headed."

[ash-imperfect.livejournal.com]

"For your own safety," Asher chuckles softly. "We can't have you slipping, after all." He's trying to look innocent, and failing miserably. He helps Anita off his lap, tugging her into his arms instead, Anita sitting sideways in his lap.

"Perhaps Jean-Claude could fill the tub?" He looks at Jean-Claude, trying to look pathetic and winsome.

[anita_blake]

Anita rests against Asher, smiling faintly.

"Of course. No slipping. Best you both take a bath with me. For safety."

[masterofstlouis]

"Precisely. Safety first, as they say."

Jean-Claude edges himself off the bed and stretches out the kinked leg muscles before heading into the bathroom to start the water running. When the tub is halfway full, he slips into the comforting warm water before calling out for the other two to join him.

[ash-imperfect.livejournal.com]

Asher slides his arm under Anita's knees, cradling her in his arms as he stands easily, making his way through to the bathroom. He lowers her carefully into the water, before slipping in himself, humming softly in pleasure at the heat of the bath.

[anita_blake]

Sore areas of her body are instantly soothed by the hot water. A little rearranging and soon Asher is between Jean-Claude's legs with his back to Jean-Claude's chest, and Anita is between Asher's legs with her back to his chest. It's her subtle reminder to them both that... they can touch.

She relaxes against Asher, feeling warm and heavy and a little lightheaded. "That really was amazing," she says.

[masterofstlouis]

"I am glad you think so," Jean-Claude says, reaching around Asher to stroke Anita's thighs. "It certainly was for me as well." He lays back, resting his head against the edge of the tub, letting the water and the closeness soothe the tense muscles and nervous thoughts.

[ash-imperfect.livejournal.com]

Asher says nothing, tilting his head to kiss Jean-Claude's jaw, tightening his grip gently, hugging Anita. He can think of nothing to say that will adequately express how he feels, nothing to give Anita and Jean-Claude save his affection.

[anita_blake]

Anita thinks this is by far the best ending they could have hoped for in their wildest dreams. It could have wound up being so much worse.

Yes, there are things she'll need to think on, digest, decisions she'll need to make... conversations she'll need to have. But, on the whole, Anita is content. She refuses to feel ashamed, no matter what the niggling voice in the back of her head wants her to feel. She loves Jean-Claude. She loves Asher. They love her. They love each other.

There is nothing, she decides, wrong with what they've done or what they will do in the future.