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[anita_blake]

Anita gets into the Jeep, eyes on Animator's, Inc., and she lets out a long breath. The conversations with Damian and Demeter have been swirling around in her head for a couple of days now, and she knows they're both right. She pulls her cellphone out of her jacket and dials Richard's number. It's well past six in the evening, and she crosses her fingers that Richard didn't have a date tonight as the phone rings.

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[puppyeyedulfric.livejournal.com]

His head falls back a little with a moan. The feel that says how much she likes doing this only adds to the pleasure he takes from it. His hips push up towards her, encouraging, wanting. She does that so well and he's loving every minute of it.

[anita_blake]

Anita lets Richard slip from her mouth, and then moves down, nuzzling his sac before drawing one ball between her lips. She licks and sucks gently, scraping her teeth over so slightly over the tender skin while her hand strokes his cock. Anita likes doing these things, likes giving rather than taking for once.

[puppyeyedulfric.livejournal.com]

Richard gives a growled groan at the feel of her teeth, hips jerking under her. The hand in her hair tightens a little, breathing panted around the sounds her mouth is pulling out of him. He does manage a growled, "Anita..."

[anita_blake]

Lustful eyes rise, though her mouth continues to torture him. Instead of speaking, she uses the fully opened marks to convey her words.

Something you want, Richard? Or do you want to finish in my mouth?

[puppyeyedulfric.livejournal.com]

It takes effort to raise his head enough to look down his body at her. The sight of her causes his eyes to darken a little more with lust, no hint of amber or wolf in them. Just Richard.

I want to be inside you. The desire and tone with the words makes it clear he doesn't mean her mouth.

[anita_blake]

Anita gives a final lick up the length of Richard's cock, swirling her tongue around the head of him. She sits up enough to wriggle out of her jeans and panties, and then she straddles him. Anita leans in, kissing Richard again, hungry and deep, while she rubs herself against the ridge of him, moaning. It is a tease to both of them, and Anita is unapologetic about it.

[puppyeyedulfric.livejournal.com]

His hand slides through her hair a little to cup the back of her head, growling into the kiss a little at her teasing. His free hand slides along her side and down to her hip, thumb tracing small circles for a moment. With her teasing, he can feel she's ready enough. So after a moment he uses the hand on her hip to pull her down onto him while his hips jerk up into her, with a low groan.

[anita_blake]

Anita pulls away from the kiss with a loud, sharp cry, suddenly filled with Richard's substantial girth. It makes her shudder atop him, her nails digging into his shoulders. She slowly settles back on him completely, groaning as he fills her perfectly, and then she's moving, rocking her hips at first. It's enough to make her bend to his neck, bite and suck as her momentum gains speed.

[puppyeyedulfric.livejournal.com]

Richard's head tilts a little to the side, offering her his throat with growled groans. His hips move under her, mirroring her movements perfectly, if pushing her to move a little faster. Lust, desire, want, and pleasure are what flow through the marks, though there's also that ever small present hum of love too. Love of how her body feels around him, how she moves against him, and love for her.

[anita_blake]

With the marks open as they are, Anita easily anticipates what Richard wants, and it's hard for her to tell if what he wants becomes what she wants, or if she wanted it all along. She doesn't care, though. Her teeth sink into Richard's throat, just shy of breaking skin, as she moves faster, shifting so her body rubs against him in the right way. Anita moans into his neck, her nails raking down his sides, and then she sits up, slamming down on him. The rhythm becomes something fast and animal-like as she stares at him, her hands splayed on his chest. His love and lust fill her as surely as his sex, and it takes quite a lot of thought to force the ardeur back, keep it from rising while they fuck.

[puppyeyedulfric.livejournal.com]

In the heat of everything, he'd probably agree to it. But just like Anita's tendencies, he wouldn't be able to promise not to be mad after the fact. And he wouldn't want to be mad after everything. Richard's head turns to watch her, eyes ringed with a hint of amber. His hand slides down her back to grip her hip on the other side, both hands helping her movements while his hips raise to meet hers, fingers digging into her skin a little.

[anita_blake]

Anita gasps at the pressure on her hips, and through their connection, it's clear she likes the roughness. She leans down to scrape teeth over a nipple, drag her tongue up his throat. Anita stares into those wolf-tinged eyes, panting, aroused, and riding him without pause. She's not afraid of his beast anymore, and she never would be again. All that radiates down the marks from her is love, acceptance, and lust.

[puppyeyedulfric.livejournal.com]

He growls softly, head raising to capture her mouth in a demanding kiss. She never has a reason to be afraid of him or his beast ever. He'd never hurt her...physically. Emotionally, it's almost always on accident. There's the barest flicker of thought to pull his beast into this. But he wants to keep this just the human them for now. There's plenty of time in the future to use his beast with her. So for today, he just uses his hips and hands to help her ride him, and a sharp nip to her lower lip. He'd nip along her neck but the angle isn't quite right for it at the moment.

[anita_blake]

Heat begins to spread outward from where they're joined. Anita's breath catches between their kisses, her hands tightening on his shoulders.

"Richard," she pants, trembling atop him as her rhythm falters.

It feels so damned good, balancing there between too much and not enough.

[puppyeyedulfric.livejournal.com]

Yes? He's a little past words instead giving a groan and rolling them over. One hand leaves her hips so he's supported over her, the other slides down her leg, grip still fairly strong. He moves in and out of her at a fairly fast speed, head lowering to bite at her throat.

[anita_blake]

Anita screams, arching her head back and exposing her throat entirely to Richard. She bucks against him, her orgasm washing through her in hot waves. His reward for the overwhelming pleasure is her nails raking down his back, leaving behind bloody ribbons as she squirms and shudders beneath him.

[puppyeyedulfric.livejournal.com]

Between her orgasm and her nails, he follows with his own orgasm. His hips meet hers one last time and stay there as he empties into her with a near howled growl against her throat, teeth almost breaking skin before he removes them so he won't. Amber eyes meet hers as he looks down at her, panting.

[anita_blake]

Staring up into those amber eyes, Anita feels nothing but complete trust with Richard. He may have eaten someone once, shown her his beast in the worst possible way, but she knows him.

She loves him.

Anita, breathless and shivering, cups Richard's face and brings their lips together for a soft kiss, such a vibrant difference between now and what they had been doing.

[puppyeyedulfric.livejournal.com]

Richard gives a soft sound into the kiss, letting it stay soft. His love shown in the kiss and through their marks. The fact that she trusts him means a great deal to him.

His hips shift a little to pull out of her and settle most of his body next to her. One foot talented enough to kick up the blanket at the foot of the bed so he can pull it over them.

[anita_blake]

Anita snuggles against him, moaning at the wonderful ache that sort of sex leaves behind.

"I love you," she murmurs, content to stay where they are for the immediate future.

[puppyeyedulfric.livejournal.com]

He settles comfortable on the bed and makes only one change. He wraps an arm around her waist and pulls her against him, nosing her hair. "Love you more."

[anita_blake]

There's soft laughter.

If Richard only knew that such a statement has, on more than one occasion, been uttered by Micah...

"Go to sleep," she teases, tucked safely against him. "If you're lucky and a good boy, we can go again before I leave."

[puppyeyedulfric.livejournal.com]

There's curiosity through the marks at that, but the kind that says that he's not sure he wants to know and to not answer it.

Fingers trail along her side as he takes a deep breath, breathing in the scent of her and them and letting it relax and lull him closer to sleep. "I like that idea," he murmurs softly. The go again, not the good boy comment.

[anita_blake]

"I thought you might," she almost purrs against him. She likes their mingled scent, likes the heat and solid feel of him beside her. Anita won't let this go easily. She'd missed it too much before to let it slip away again.

She closes her eyes and listens to his heart beat, listens to his breathing, and lets it coax her to sleep.