Satin Bruises

Reilly practically ran the door down, she was that excited. Reise smiled sweetly at her as she breezed passed him and gave him a happy wave. She skipped down the long winding stairs, only losing her balance once. She made it to Jean-Claude's office in one piece. Her hand went up instinctively to knock, but she found the door was already cracked open slightly. She looked around her, making sure that nobody was around to see her, then pushed the door open with her foot.

Soft music poured from the office, but Reilly couldn't find Jean-Claude or the source of the music. She stepped into the office and slowly walked to the desk. Reilly now recognized the what the song was, smiling. It was Beethoven's "Moonlight Sonata", her favorite. She looked around her, still seeking the source of the music. She boldly sat in the huge, worn leather chair and put her feet up, amazed at how very comfortable the chair was. Her eyes closed, her head fell to the side. When the music stopped abruptly, her eyes flashed open. She noticed a line of flickering light in a panel of the wall and smiled.

"A hidden doorway," she whispered. "Very vampiric."

She rose from the chair and walked to the wall. Her fingers traced the outline of light curiously. She pushed the panel, revealing a rough stone passage. Torches provided the flickering light that she had noticed earlier. Her heels clicked as she made her way to a second door. Feeling daring, she opened it without knocking. The door opened off to a natural hot spring. The cavern looked untouched, cave walls veined with luxuriant natural browns and reds. The room was small, about half the size of Jean-Claude's oversize office. In the waters lounged a watchful, naked vampire. Reilly's mouth went dry.

"Jean-Claude," she murmured.

"Reilly, I believe I owe you an apology," he said, shifting in the water. The light from the flames danced in Jean-Claude's hair, making every strand shine like highly polished ebony. His blue eyes glowed and flickered in the dancing flames, painfully human and honest. Reilly felt as if someone had reached into her chest and grabbed a hold of her heart, squeezing it, tugging at the strings.

"You don't owe me anything," she whispered softly, so softly that she couldn't hear it herself, but, of course, Jean-Claude heard it...clear as ringing bells.

"But I do," Jean-Claude insisted. "I accused you of things under false pretenses. This behavior is unacceptable."

Reilly gently closed the door behind her, for what reason she wasn't sure. Jean-Claude kept his eyes fixed on her as if he was undressing her with his eyes. Reilly felt vulnerable, exposed. She felt Jean-Claude's power brush against her skin, underneath there was burning sexuality that made Reilly's face flush. Her senses heightened, everything was more vibrant, more intense.

"Reilly," Jean-Claude said. "Would you join me?"

Reilly watched beads of water roll down the vampire's marble white, flawless chest. For a brief second, she thought of leaving, but when she met Jean-Claude's eyes, she reconsidered. His charming smile got the best of her. She kicked off her shoes and began getting undress before she paused. She wasn't sure of being nude in front of her boss. She knew that he was completely naked under the steaming water and she longed to see him. Without thinking, she took the rest of her clothes off and slipped into the scalding water.

The music mysteriously started up again, completely putting Reilly at ease. She heard Jean-Claude sigh and she turned to face him. He was still watching her intently. Reilly returned the gaze until Jean-Claude leaned forward, rubbing his knuckles against her jaw. In a fit of bravery, Reilly kissed him gently. Shivers fell down her spine as Jean-Claude lifted her onto his lap.

"Anita will be here soon," he whispered into her lips. "Will you break the triumverate?"

Reilly paused and looked at him curiously. "I need Raleigh to help me."

"I can arrange for her presence. She is with Micah?"

"Yes, but I don't think that's wise. They're...celebrating."

Jean-Claude smirked, his fingers dancing across her back. Reilly sighed, duty calling. She turned to grab one of the fluffy white towels waiting patiently on the edge of the steamy water. Jean-Claude grabbed Reilly around her waist, planting a kiss along her spine. He rose, snagging the towel Reilly had left. He walked smoothly through the tunnel, and back into his office, speaking as he went.

"I will need to find a new financial adviser, get your belle sister on payroll, have Mr. Zeeman and Anita come here to have the triumverate broken..." he pondered as he pulled on his pants. Reilly watched him with fascination, still clutching the over sized towel around her. Jean-Claude looked up at her smiling. His dark eyes drank in Reilly, and with a chuckle, he grabbed a fistful of towel, and dragged her in for a kiss. His mouth moved over hers, fingers tangling lightly in her curls. Reilly rose up on tiptoe to meet him, one hand resting on the cross-shaped scar on his chest.

The vampire nestled Reilly into his body, hand pressing into her back. His hand played with her hair, sending shivers down her spine. Reilly sighed, leaning into the passionate kiss. Her hands worked up through Jean-Claude's soft hair. Jean-Claude moaned quietly and nuzzled the bend of her neck, nipping gently at the sensitive skin there, careful not to draw any blood. Reilly shuddered, boldly biting the vampire back.

Jean-Claude stood, looming over the petite woman, looking confused and slightly aroused. Reilly smirked playfully, letting her towel fall to the floor. Jean-Claude stepped back, admiring her figure. He grabbed her by her naked waist and put her on his desk, kissing her stomach tenderly. He propped her thigh on his shoulder and kissed it as he had her stomach, his hand cupping her ass. Carefully, he grazed his fangs across the smooth skin of her thigh. A thin line of blood trickled down her leg as Jean-Claude licked it seductively, never taking his eyes away from Reilly's.

Reilly, once more, ran her hands through the vampire's soft curls and pulled him up to her face. She kissed him, hard. Her tongue darted into his mouth, overcome with lust. Her tongue pressed against Jean-Claude's fangs and blood filled his mouth. Jean-Claude sucked hungrily on her bloody tongue, amazed at the sweet taste, unlike any he had before. Wild, he stood up and took off his pants. Reilly sat up, her turn to admire Jean-Claude's figure. She slid off of the desk to her knees, sitting back on her ankles. Her green eyes looked up at the vampire and his hard cock, biting her lip. On her hands and knees, she crawled to him with her hips swaying.

She reached the tall, powerful, slender vampire and wrapped her arms around his waist. Reilly bit his hips, licking them, kissing them. Suddenly, she took Jean-Claude's hard dick into her mouth, slowly. She continued until his tip nudged the back of her throat. Jean-Claude gasped as Reilly, slowly, teasingly, drew him out of her mouth. Her tongue flicked the head of his dick, licking a small drop of moisture from it's tip. Jean-Claude gripped a handful of her hair and guided her back down on him, then pulled himself completely out of her mouth. Reilly looked up at him with an innocent, yet playful look. Jean-Claude growled and pulled her up to him, lifting her effortlessly. He nearly slammed her back onto the desk, working a yelp from Reilly.

Jean-Claude climbed on top of her. He could feel her heart pounding as he kissed her breasts, nibbling on her nipples, drawing them into his mouth. Reilly gasped and arched her back, feeling Jean-Claude's dick between her thighs, prodding at her.

"Jean-Claude," she whispered lustily. "Please, for the love of God, don't tease me."

"Mais mon chere," Jean-Claude breathed against her neck. "This is half the fun."

Reilly whimpered aggravatedly underneath him before shoving him off of her and onto the desk. Before Jean-Claude could blink or protest, Reilly climbed on top of him and slid his dick into her. Jean-Claude grabbed her waist, enjoying being taken advantage of, loving Reilly's dominance. Reilly rode him harder, faster. Jean-Claude picked her up, rolled over and put her back on the desk. He slid back into her as her nails scratched his shoulders. He drove himself harder and harder into her. Underneath him, Reilly writhed and screamed. Jean-Claude wrapped a slender hand around her neck, careful not to choke her. Reilly unleashed her powers, slamming them into Jean-Claude, who growled and doubled his roughness, shaking the desk. He felt Reilly tense underneath him, taking shallow, shuddering breaths. Her back arched, her nails bit into his lower back. He fed off her sexual energy, shaking himself. He could only imagine how it felt for Reilly.

Reilly finally fell back against the desk, her eyes closed. Jean-Claude rested beside her momentarily before getting up and getting dressed. Like a gentleman, he handed Reilly her clothes, helping her get dressed. He kissed her neck, her jaw, her shoulder, and her forehead. Reilly took his hand in hers and kissed his fingertips.

"I believe we have some work to attend to," she said softly.

"Oui," Jean-Claude mumbled.

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Micah and Raleigh left the theater. Actually, they were being escorted from the theater. Micah had a smirk on his face, while Raleigh was raising Hell.

"Man, that place was pitch black! Nobody was in there! The only way you could see what we were doing was if you were watching! You fucking pervy son of a bitch!" she yelled.

"Raleigh, baby," Micah mumbled as he laced his arm around her waist. "You were being kind of loud."

"And how could they here me over the fucking movie?!"

"...they hadn't started it," Micah giggled after a pause.

"Fuck it, I don't care," Raleigh pouted, snatching Micah's keys from him and climbing into the driver's seat of the truck. Micah shook his head with a smile. He really knew how to pick them.

The couple pulled out of the parking lot and got onto the main road when Micah's phone rang. He answered the phone with an aggravated grunt. Raleigh heard a familiar voice come over the phone. Micah listened and took Raleigh's hand in his. Raleigh's heart jumped at the touch, bringing a smile to her face. What was it about Micah that made her feel giddy inside?

"Do we really have to do this tonight?" Micah asked. He paused as Jean-Claude explained something, Raleigh couldn't hear what.

"I understand that, but it's almost midnight, we were kind of hoping to go home and turn in."

Raleigh looked at him, visibly disappointed. Micah shared her glance, giving her a sympathetic smile and kissing her fingers. Micah muttered something into the phone and hung up.

"So what can't possibly wait?" Raleigh asked.

"Jean-Claude wants us to go to the Circus. Mainly, he wants you. You and Reilly are going to break the triumverate."

Raleigh sighed. Big magic, how joyous. She made a u-turn and head toward the Circus of the Damned, cursing under her breath at her rotten luck.