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His smile grows at that declaration, "Sounds and smells delicious." He's glad she's remembered his favorite too.

The door is closed behind her. Richard's arms wrap around her waist from behind before she can get too far into the house, head dipping to nuzzle her throat a little.

A please hum lilts up from Anita as she closes her eyes and tilts her head to encourage his nuzzling.

"I'm not the appetizer, Richard," she murmurs.

Richard gives a content sound at the scent and feel of her, smiling into her skin. At her words he bites, soft and teasing. "No, you're more like dessert," he murmurs quietly before raising his head from her throat.

He hasn't really made a move to let her go just yet though.

"I brought donuts, remember?" she teases. "Food will get cold."

Anita reluctantly pulls away from Richard and heads for the set table.

"Cold Chinese food is unappetizing, even for a wolf."

The wrinkle of his nose, whether seen or not, just proves she's right. Cold Chinese food is bad, plus it never reheats the same as fresh cooked.

He follows her easily, "Donuts can always be saved for later?" There's only a slight detour to grab a mug of coffee made just the way she likes it and a mug of tea for himself.

Anita laughs, pulling out the cartons of food and rice.

"It does my ego so much good to know you'd pass up donuts to have sex with me," she says with a grin.

He sets the mugs down in front of respective places, grinning back at her. He snags one of the rice cartons and empties most of it onto his plate.

"Well you are more delicious than any dessert," he murmurs with a hungry look.

Anits sits down, spooning some rice onto her plate along with chicken and sauce.

"Eat first. Fuck later," she says with another laugh. "You need to get your priorities straight."

He grabs the schezuan beef and adds it to the rice on his plate, sitting down.

"I haven't actually moved back behind you, have I?" He asks with a grin. It means his priorities are just fine. He takes a bite of food with a sound that says it's really good before he asks, "So how have you been recently?"

Anita sighs around a bite of chicken.

"About as well as you could expect." She glances at Richard. "Damian's been feeding the ardeur in Asher's place, and Jason in Nathaniel's."

Best to be honest about everything up front, right? It's the only way to keep their relationship, and she desperately wants to keep it.

Richard nods, an idle motion as he takes that information in. Honestly helps. He's unsure why he's fairly alright with her sleeping with Jason while Nathaniel pricks at something under his skin, though.

"And the whole thing with your leopard, any of that getting sorted out?" He cares not so much because of Nathaniel but because of how it affects her.

"I've talked with Damian, Jason, Demeter, and Jean-Claude," she says slowly, poking at her rice. "They've helped me realize I am punishing them for the relationship, not the lying, which is pretty much what you said the night it all happened."

He eats a couple forkfuls of beef and rice, brow raised a little as he watches her. There's the faintest of nods, because he knows what he said that night.

"And what are you going to do now that you've come to this realization?" Because it's taken four conversations, apparently, for the point to finally sink in deep enough that Anita will deal with it.

"I'll talk with them. I'll... apologize," she says, popping another piece of chicken in her mouth. "I miss Nathaniel. I miss Asher. I know I've hurt them, that I punished them for something I shouldn't have, and I will see if they will forgive me."

Her eyes lift to him.

"What do you think?"

Richard nods, "I think it's a start." Realizing she was wrong and apologizing is always a good start. But at least with this, it's only a start.

"What about their relationship? Are you going to let them have it?" Apologizing only got a person so far.

"I can't very well they demand to stop. Nathaniel carries two of Asher's marks. It would be impossible to separate them now, even... even if I wanted to."

And Anita has realized she really doesn't want to.

Richard's food is momentarily forgotten as he watches Anita. His head tilts a little, "And you're comfortable with that or is that still taking some time?"

The question is serious, no mocking or joking. He wouldn't joke about something she doesn't feel, or hadn't felt, comfortable about.

"It's a process," Anita says, looking from her food to Richard. "I... told Jean-Claude that we -- Jean-Claude and I -- talk with Asher about..."

She blushes.

How can she agree to things that she can't even talk about?

"I don't have to think about what they do in bed, Asher and Nathaniel. I can accept they love each other, are intimate, but I don't have to really see it."

Richard has a very confused look at that first part because she's really not being clear and he's not sure where that was going. Though the blush hints at the topic at least. The faintest of confusion may drip down the marks.

He nods again though, "No, you don't. And that's good, Anita." He offers a small smile, "You letting him back in your house any time soon?" Idle curiosity is the stem of that question.

She nods.

"If he wants to come back."

Anita hopes he does.

In response to the confusion, though, "Jean-Claude wants a true ménage à trois. If Asher is willing to work at my pace, I'm willing to try."

That earns a cough and it's Richard's turn to push his food around his plate. "Oh."

He's...not sure how he feels about that.

"I know you don't like sharing me, and we never have to talk about the others, but... we can't pretend like they don't exist," she says, looking at him.

Richard looks up from his food, "I don't pretend like they don't exist. I just..." He gives a shrug.

"You pretend they don't exist."

Anita's meal is forgotten.

"I didn't want to just do things without telling you, Richard. I didn't want you simply finding out either through the marks or after the fact. I'm trying."

"How do you figure?" The question isn't angry or anything, just he's not comprehending how he pretends they don't exist when he deals with some of them every so often.

"I appreciate the telling me part. And I'm trying too." He hasn't closed off the marks since their talk in Milliways. He hasn't snarled at anyone she's sleeping with without being provoked.