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[anita_blake]

Her feet move slowly as she walks through the lower areas of the Circus, heading towards Jean-Claude's room. She's hoping to catch him before he makes the rounds tonight, doing whatever it was he did when he wasn't dealing with her shit. Anita takes a deep breath when she reaches Jean-Claude's door and lets herself in. It shuts quietly behind her, and she leans against it, her eyes falling on Jean-Claude's half-clothed figure.

"I need to talk with you," she says softly, "and I can't do that when you're only half-dressed." Anita smiles. "I tend to get distracted."

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[anita_blake]

Anita nips at the nipple, her head no longer floating like it was, and slowly sits up. She knows from experience to take things a little slower after donating. Her fingers dance down his stomach as she stands up, thankful she'd worn sneakers and not heels, and yanks on his trousers.

"Bed," she orders. "Now. And lose the pants."

She kicks off her sneakers as she backs towards the bed, and when she reaches it, she's also dropped her jeans and panties.

[masterofstlouis]

He follows her, amused, shedding clothes as instructed and standing naked before her. "Feeding and lovemaking? What have I done to deserve such a bounty?" he asks, eyes twinkling.

[anita_blake]

Anita drops her socks to the floor and scoots up onto the middle of the bed.

"If you'd rather not..." she says, smiling at him.

[masterofstlouis]

He chuckles as he crawls up after her. "Yes, quite. Gift horses, and all that." He settles his weight onto her, pushing her down into the pillows and the plush comforter. He leans in as if for another kiss, but ducks away at the last moment and instead captures her earlobe lightly between his teeth.

[anita_blake]

Anita moans softly, wrapping her arms around his neck and combing her fingers through his hair. She tilts her head, presenting ear and throat to him, as her body rubs against his. It always makes her feel powerful in a primal way in these moments, when Jean-Claude is ruled by desire and physical want.

[masterofstlouis]

Jean-Claude sighs into her ear as her movements against him coax his erection into full bloom. A small shift of his hips is all that is required for him to enter her. She is still wet enough from her earlier orgasm that he slides inside easily and in a single stroke. One hand moves down her body and draws her hip up, pulling them even closer together as Jean-Claude pushes himself fully into her.

[anita_blake]

Anita tosses her head back, crying out as they settle perfectly against one another. There is something incredibly erotic to her about the fact that it's her blood that gives them this, that warms his skin and makes him hard. As Jean-Claude pushes into her again, Anita arches up, meeting the movement eagerly. She rights her head and draws him into another passionate kiss, tasting the lingering flavor of blood on his tongue.

[masterofstlouis]

Between the feeding and the openness of the marks, the sensations they share are as intense and intricate as they have ever been. Within only minutes, little things like who's feeling that fade away, and all that matters is the feeling itself, shared and amplified and redoubled as they push each other ever closer to release.

[anita_blake]

Anita's legs snake around Jean-Claude's waist, pulling him deeper and keeping him there. She clings to him, rocking her hips quickly, her breath short as heat quickly spreads outward from her center. Her nails scratch along his back as she pants his name, shifting her position just enough, and then she cries out. Climax takes her as her body shudders around him, her pleasure his pleasure and his hers.

[masterofstlouis]

Her orgasm draws out his own, the tensing of her body around him enough to pull him over the edge with her. He spills himself into her with a shuddering groan, his head buried against her neck, inhaling her scent as his teeth scrape across the earlier wound just enough to spill a few tiny drops of blood across his tongue.

[anita_blake]

It takes her a moment, but her legs do release him, falling to the bed heavily as she runs her hands over his shoulders and upper arms. Anita likes this the most, she thinks. When her heart is still racing, her body tender and tingling with the aftershocks, and her lover still pressed close. It's intimacy she only really shares with Jean-Claude and Richard.

Anita cups Jean-Claude's face, lifting it from her throat, and kisses him softly. It's distinctly different from their earlier kisses, more languid and loving.

[masterofstlouis]

Slowly, reluctantly, Jean-Claude rolls to the side, still nestling against Anita. "Je t'aime, ma petite," he says softly, "and thank you."

[anita_blake]

Anita turns on her side and cuddles against Jean-Claude, his body warm and comfortable to lay against.

"I love you too," she murmurs. "I'm sorry I kept that from us for so long."

[masterofstlouis]

"The anticipation made it all the sweeter," he replies as he drapes his arm around her.

[anita_blake]

"You're just being nice now."

Anita nuzzles his throat, closing her eyes.

"Do you have anywhere pressing to be?"

[masterofstlouis]

"Yes, I am," he admits with a smirk. "But it is true that I do not hold it against you. You had to come to the choice in your own time."

He looks briefly at the clock across the room. "And no, nowhere to be for a few hours."

[anita_blake]

"I did," she agrees. "And I'm glad I did."

Anita isn't usually this... cuddly post-sex, but after the feeding and with the marks so open, she feels a little more vulnerable than usual.

"Mind staying here while I take a nap?" she asks.

[masterofstlouis]

"There is nothing I would rather do," he replies honestly. He slips off the bed just long enough to pull the covers back and help Anita under them before joining her and snuggling close. "If you are not cold now," he explains, "you will be soon. It is normal after a feeding."

[anita_blake]

The cold was beginning to seep into her, though she'd been doing a good job of ignoring it. Anita curls into the curve of Jean-Claude's body, sighing softly, exhausted.

"Does Jason usually nap after a feeding?" she asks, her words already slurring with sleep.

[masterofstlouis]

"No, but then I usually don't take as much from him. Only enough to sustain me. With you, I admit I drank until I was full. The temptation was too great. I promise to be more careful in the future."

[anita_blake]

Anita nuzzles him, smiling.

"No," she murmurs. "I liked it just as it was..."

And then she's asleep, utterly satisfied and sweetly spent.

[masterofstlouis]

Her comment surprises him, at least, as much as he is ever surprised. He decides to himself that, regardless, he does not need to go quite that far next time, but it is good to know that she will not mind him taking more than strictly necessary.

Jean-Claude doesn't need to sleep, but he does drowse quite happily beside her for some time before he has to make his appearance at Guilty Pleasures. He doesn't wake Anita when he leaves the bed, merely gives her a gentle kiss and tucks a stuffed penguin (that she had left here some while ago) under her arm.

This, he decides as he leaves, is going to be a good night.