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Anita's cheeks are red with embarrassment, but she doesn't let her eyes wander. She can sense his arousal, even if it's not blatant and demanding. She takes a breath and lets it out slowly before yanking back the blankets and crawling into the bed.

"Lock the door, because I'm really not in the mood to explain this to anyone," she says, laying down under the sheet. "And then come lay beside me."

Damian's shock at his orders is absolute, so it is rather numbly that he takes a backward step and reaches out to slip the lock. The metallic glide of it seems loud in the silence of the room.

He steps away from the door, his eyes never leaving Anita as he makes his way to the bed. It is with otherworldly grace that he slips beneath the sheets and scoots close to Anita. He doesn't touch her, as that had not been part of her command, and is a bit unsure of the situation. Every inch of him screams to hold and be held, and he clenches his hands to maintain control.

His face is framed by a pool of blood-like crimson as he asks, "What is it you wish of me?" Damian needs to know exactly what he is allowed. He expects the slightest slip at these critical moments will lead to the agony of abandonment. He'll do nearly anything to see that doesn't happen.

Anita reaches out, brushing back some of Damian's hair. She then allows her fingers to stroke down his shoulder, over his collarbone, and along his chest. It's as natural as anything else she's ever done, touching Damian, and the need to be touched by him is overwhelming.

"No sex," she murmurs. She's just not ready for that with Damian, and she's not sure how Micah, Jean-Claude, and Richard would take to her adding to the partners. "But you can touch me. Hold me, if you want..." Anita licks her lips, moving until she's pressed flush against his body, and then she brushes her lips over the hollow of his throat. "And we can kiss."

Damian doesn't even try to disguise his gasp and shudder as the contact rages through him, a palpable force that sends his entire body tingling with a combination of power, pleasure, and relief. The simple touch to his throat is sublime, and he moves his neck ever so slightly into it, baring the pale column of it to her. It is a subtle sign of his submission to her, his recognition of her power and authority.

He agrees to her limits with a simple 'yes' and closes his arms around her. There is a need for more, but he pushes it aside, so very happy to have this much and unwilling to jeopardise it.

Anita nuzzles his throat a little more openly, her hand sliding up and down his side, all the way to his hip and back again. It's warm and wonderful, like pieces clicking into place. Her heart calms, as does her mind, and she slowly becomes comfortable against him.

"Is this what you wanted?" she whispers against his neck.

Because it sure as hell what she'd wanted but been unable to vocalize.

Or unwilling to.

Most likely the latter.

He can feel that slow shift as she relaxes, and while her closeness doesn't exactly make him calm, it it satisfies him on such a primal level that he can't possibly complain.

"Yes," he breathes, infusing that single word with all the hues of his emotions. "This is what we need." He uses the plural purposefully.

Anita blushes a little, feeling him against her, his pleasure at having her there obvious.

"We can't do this every day," she points out.

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"Pity," he manages with a small smile, pleased and amused all at once.

Anita tilts her head back, eyes on Damian.

"I'm not sure how much more I can give you yet," she breathes. "But I know how much more you want."

"I appreciate your honesty. I know you have many other things to deal with, other people and relationships that are important to you. I understand that." Damian has never deluded himself into thinking he will be anything other than one of many. It doesn't bother him to share Anita; it bothers him to be left out completely.

"Wants can be addressed in time. Needs should be seen to." Watch Damian appeal to Anita's pragmatism. "Touch isn't easy for either of us, but touch is what we both need. When you feel the need to touch me, try not to run. It doesn't have to be sex to be satisfying." Their current state proves that quite eloquently.

Anita nods ever so slightly.

"I can't make any promises, because I don't want to lie to you, but I will try, Damian. I just might... need you to remind me from time to time to stop worrying about whether it's appropriate or not."

"Despite what your upbringing would have you believe, it is always appropriate to touch your servant," Damian assures her. Bending down, he presses a kiss to her forehead, not pressing for more than he believes she can handle at the moment. (Read: A passionate kiss might be pushing his luck.)

Anita laughs softly.

"In American, if you touch your servant, you can get slapped with a sexual harassment suit."

"Only if the servant disapproves," Damian points out with a small smile, his expression making it quite clear that he approves.

Her hands keep touching, moving over his body, learning it, trying to not let lust rise inside her. She doesn't even allow Nathaniel in her bed naked, but here she was, letting Damian.

It doesn't make sense.

Damian can feel her thinking, even as her touches tingle pleasantly across his skin.

"Stop thinking," he advises.

Anita gives him a look.

"It's hard not to think. It's what I do best. Think."

Think things to death, really.

"It's what you do most," he corrects before he can stop himself. He tenses when he realises what an insult that might be taken as.

There's another soft chuckle against his throat.

"I can't help it. It's just... who I am."

"We are alike and different, you and I," Damian says cryptically, relaxing once again when she doesn't get angry with him for his rash words. He is quiet for a few minutes before speaking again. "May I ask a favour of you?"

"You can ask anything you want," she says, her fingers exploring his hip. "I just can't promise I can give you what you ask for."

That's fair, and he nods his understanding. Her touch is a bit distracting, but in the most pleasant of ways.

"Next time you have me guarding you and decide to take others to bed, may I have permission to assign a more level-headed guard to your service? I did guard you and would have protected you against any threat that arrived, but my mindset was not ideal."

Anita feels her face darken with a blush as the meaning of his words sinks in.

"You were turned on?" she asks, keeping her face pressed to his shoulder.

"What is the modern expression..." Damian muses aloud, smiling when he recalls it. "Wired for sound."

See? Ancient vampires learn new tricks every day... brought to you by the modern vernacular of Jason Schuyler.

There's a groan from her, her hand tightening on his hip.

"God," she says, shaking her head. "I didn't even think about you hearing us."