Love's True Path

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AlexiaNite is my coauthor. If you look, she has written several companion fics for Love's True Path. The story on that site is also posted Chapter Twent-Nine. Enjoy, and please review!



~~~~~~~Story~~~~~~~~~

Jase smiled at Buzz as he let her pass up the line. Several woman glared at her, but she didn't care. She got to see Nathaniel in action. She hadn't told him he was coming. She planned on sitting in the back so she could watch him without him knowing she was there. She got a drink from the bar and took a sit in the back.

Nathaniel swore as he finished slipping into his costume. His hair was to be down tonight, loose around his body, so of course it was getting stuck on everything- and the pants he'd been supposed to use had one of the snaps broken, so now he'd have to wear the leather pants he'd worn to work- which, of course, meant he'd had to switch to a longer song, so he'd have time to get the damn things off. With a quick growl, he checked his hair and makeup, then headed for the stage.

Jase was finishing her drink when Nathaniel was announced. She sat up and waited for the show to start.

The stage was pitch black other than the tiny lights decorating the edge of it- the audience quivered in anticipation as they saw the shadow of a man step out, as the music started, echoing throughout the room. The dancers body moved with it, the shadow crawling forward and into a sensual crouch at the end of the stage. The drums started and the lights came up, focusing on the dancer as he stood in that split second, his hair moving like an erotic waterfall behind him. The auburn strands moved with his body, his hips working with the rhythm of the music.

"Such a sexy, sexy pretty little thing

Fierce nipple pierce you got me sprung with your tongue ring

And I ain't gonna lie cause your loving gets me high

So to keep you by my side, there's nothing that I won't try

Butterflies in her eyes and the looks to kill

Time is passing I'm asking could this be real?

Cause I can't sleep, I can't hold still

The only thing I really know is she got sex appeal..." The shirt glimmered in the light as Nathaniel's hands worked the buttons, opening them. On the second line of the verse, his pale pink nipples were shown as he threw his head back, then moved so he was on his hands and knees before a blonde in the audience. She gasped, and an evil grin crept onto his lips, which he then traced with his tongue.

Jase almost dropped her glass. She couldn't believe damn sexy he could look. She knew he looked good when he stripped...but DAMN!

He mouthed the words, "I can feel" to the next woman, kneeling and sliding his hands from his hips up to his nipples, teasingly sliding the shirt off his shoulders and too his wrists before pulling the top back on. When the lyrics claimed that he was 'puttin' it down', Nathaniel dropped to his belly, did a few hip thrusts and moved suddenly so that he was sitting on the stage, legs spread with his knees bent and beckoning the audience to come to him.

He pulled himself up by the pole, his biceps straining against the shirt. Flipping himself, Nathaniel hooked his ankles around the pole and hung upside down, his hair spread across the stage floor as he tugged the shirt off and tossed it to the back, all while inverted. He grinned and popped the top button on his leather pants before doing a sit up and grabbing the pole. He dropped to the stage like the graceful leopard he was.

Jase could barely breathe. His dancing was so beautiful. She wished he would dance like that for her some time. She thought about installing a pole in her room.

He backed up the stage, motioning for the women to come to him, the skin tight leather some how seeming to slip down, showing more of the tiny trail of red hair leading down from his navel, sure to make each and every woman salivate. He moved forward again, urging the women to stand who were in the front as the song called for his 'Sugar momma to come and dance with' him, the movement of his body making each and every female there feel as though she were that lucky person.

Nathaniel took a moment to dance with each of the women, his body coming oh-so-close to brushing them and yet so far away. With a grin, he stepped back, and they were all shocked to note that his fly was entirely undone, and the pants mostly off. He turned, and the leather seemed to disappear in a quick movement as he threw them into the back. The women threw money onto the stage as he used his body to urge them to come to him, to be his, to dance with him, and him alone in a dance that was in no way innocent. The flesh colored thong hiding so much and yet so little as he moved forward again, his hands brushing against those reaching for him as he grinned. The song started to fade, and he danced away from them, almost begging them to follow him into sinful delight as the lights faded and he disappeared from their view.

Jase forced air into her lungs. She'd never been so turned on by dancing before. She left her table and headed back stage.

Nathaniel fell backwards onto the couch, then peeked at Gregory out of the corner of his eye. "That was my last set, right? Cause... ugh."

Jase was directed in the direction of the 'Quiet Room'. She knocked on the door. "Nathaniel?"

"Jase?" He blinked, propping himself up on his elbows. "Baby, is there something wrong?" He stood, hurriedly opening the door.

Jase hugged him. "I watched you dance. It was so wonderful."

The leopard blinked, hugging her back. "Huh?"

"I was watching you tonight. It was amazing." She kissed him.

He kissed her back, tugging her into the room the rest of the way and shutting the door. "I uh... disagree... but..."

"But nothing. It was so sexy how you just hung upside down like that."

He cupped her face. "I think you're a bit prejudiced on the matter..." Nathaniel traced her lower lip with the tip of his finger.

Jase felt warmness spread in her stomach. She pulled back. "I'm sorry, Nathaniel."

His smooth brow furrowed. "Why, love?"

"Every time you touch me, I pull away." She looked sad.

Nathaniel sighed, pushing his hair back. "Jase... I understand. It's alright..."

"I just feel bad about it." She dropped her gaze to the floor.

He kissed her cheek. "Tell you what- you can feel bad about it when I cut off all of my hair."

"What? Why are you cutting you hair off?" She loved his hair. She'd cry if he cut it all off.

Giving her earnest eyes, he shook his head. "That's the point, Jase... I'm not going to.... so you can't feel bad. See?"

She just looked at him. She hadn't wanted to ask him to leave their bed so she'd been sleeping on the couch ever since she'd had the miscarriage. "No, I don't see."

Nathaniel thrust his hands into his hair and turned, pacing away from her. "I don't want you to feel bad about needing space from me, alright? It's fine." He swallowed, hoping she hadn't noticed. "I can bunk with Jason for a while, if you want. I don't want you sleeping on the couch when you've got a perfectly good bed."

Jase felt like she was about to cry. Nathaniel and her were slowly drifting apart and there was nothing she could do about it. "I'll stay with Jason. We need each other right now." She didn't even want to sleep in her own bed because it smelled like Nathaniel. Her heart ached for him, but everything in her head was so messed up.

"Don't." He bit his lower lip hard, his violet eyes shining. "Just don't, Jase." Nathaniel grabbed a pair of jeans and pulled them on, along with the shirt he'd danced in. "I'll... I'll see you later." Tears slipped down his cheeks as he made his way down the hall.

Jase burst into tears and collapsed on the couch. She shook as the sobs racked her body. She'd messed everything up so badly.

Nathaniel tried to suppress the sobs shaking his shoulders as he made his way past Jean-Claude's office, only looking up when he ran straight into Asher.

"Mon ami, what's wrong?" He asked Nathaniel. The poor cat was crying so hard he was shaking.

He shook his head, trying to move around the vampire only to be blocked by Jean-Claude around. "Mon Chat..." He spoke softly in French, tugging Nathaniel to him.

Asher rubbed Nathaniel's back. He looked at Jean-Claude with worried eyes. "Has something happened?"

The Master of the City nodded at his office, leading Nathaniel inside and to the couch. "Mon Chat, has something happened to Jase?"

Nathaniel sobbed harder, fisting his hands in his hair.

Asher hugged him from behind. "What has happened between you and Jase?"

"She... she lost the baby... and..." He choked on a sob, coughing violently.

Jean-Claude looked helplessly at Asher.

"Yes, we know about that." Asher hugged him. "Has something else happened?"

"She can't stand to be physically close to me." He swallowed, trying to calm himself. "She was sleeping on the couch... and I said I'd stay with Jason." Nathaniel looked up at the ceiling. "She said she'd leave..." Another sob shook him as shook his head. "I'm losing her and every time I try to be there for her I lose her a bit more." He looked at the two vampires. "I can't do this. I can't go back to Anita's and I can't be without Jase... I can't live like that..."

Asher stroked his hair. "It'll be okay, Nathaniel. You don't have to do back to Anita. I'm sure that's why Jase said you could stay in her house."

"I can't..." He swallowed. "I hurt her by being there..."

Jean-Claude took Nathaniel's hand, rubbing his thumb over the back of it.


Asher kissed the back of Nathaniel's head.

"Mon Chat, all I can say is that you should talk to her- what with the situation with the baby, and then with Caleb and... well, Jason and Lucian..." Jean-Claude sighed. "Everyone is stressed, non? But make sure that she knows you love her."

Nathaniel nodded, wiping his eyes. "'kay..."

Asher hugged him again, then moved back. "All we can do is follow the path that love gives us and hope it all works out."

"Yeah." His voice was husky from his tears and Nathaniel swallowed. "I'm sorry for breaking down like thi-"

"Non, Nathaniel. You have nothing to be sorry about- now, take our advice. We've been doing this 'love thing' as mon pomme would say, for longer than you've been alive." Jean-Claude smoothed the cat's hair as Nathaniel stood, a small smile on his lips.

"I'm going to talk to Jase."

"Do you want to use the office?" Asher asked the cat.

"Ah... that'd be good. If she's still here..." He sighed, steeled himself, and turned to the door. "Thanks."

"It's nothing." Asher put his arm around Jean-Claude. "Let us go, mon ami."

"Ah, yes, Asher. We have an appointment dans ma chambre..." Jean-Claude smiled, watching Nathaniel move towards where he'd left his lover.

Asher smiled. "Oui." He looked Jean-Claude's scent deep into his lungs.

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Jase was still on the couch, her knees pulled up to her chest. Her lithe form shook with the force of her sobs.

"Jase..." Nathaniel said softly from the door, unsure if she'd want him to touch her.

Jase looked up, tears running down her face. "You came back."

He nodded, biting his lower lip. "We need to talk about what you want... so I can give it to you... I love you, Jase, and I'm not going to stop over this. I'm sorry I left earlier... I just got frustrated because everything I do seems to hurt you, and that's the last thing I want... So..."

Jase looked away. "I just need time, Nathaniel. I want you to stay in the house, but I want to spend some time with Jason, ok?"

"Alright." Nathaniel nodded. "Just tell me what you want from me, Jase- anything... and I'll give it to you."

"Just time. It's all I want." Jase wiped her eyes on her sleeve.

"I love you, Jase."

"I love you too, Nathaniel."

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Jean-Claude glanced at Asher over his shoulder as he let his lacy shirt fall to the floor. "Other than Nathaniel's... breakdown, how has your evening been, Mon Chardonneret?"

Asher hugged Jean-Claude from behind. "It got better when I saw you."

The dark haired vampire smiled, leaning his head back on his lover's shoulder, looking up at him. "I could say the same, amour."

Asher ran his hand over Jean-Claude's crotch. "I have waited all day for this."

He shivered, biting back a moan. "Really, Asher?" Jean-Claude lifted a hand, cupping Asher's jaw, "And what, mon ami, would you like for us to do?"

"I want you badly, mon amoureux." Asher rubbed himself up against Jean-Claude.

He moaned, his fingers tightening as they slid into the blonde's hair. "Oui, Asher..."

"Qu'est-ce qui tu veux, mon ami dans le besoin?" (What do you want, my friend in need?) Asher slid his hand over Jean-Claude's leather clad behind.

The Master of the City pressed back into Asher, handed the control for the evening over to him, giving his second the power to do as he pleased. Asher came first in Jean-Claude's life, before everything and everyone else. He'd lost his love before because of his stupidity, but he would not do it again. "You, Mon Chardonneret... I want you to take me...." The words were thick with a french accent, hardly understandable.

"Mon ami, are you sure?" Asher paused for a moment. "It has been so long since I topped you."

Jean-Claude turned, brushing his curls back from his face as he looked up into Asher's eyes. "Oui, Asher... I am certain. But if you'd prefer it the other way..." Sacre merde! He was Master of the City! Sourde Sang! And yet all he had to do was to look at Asher and all of his power fell away, making him feel like a needful human boy as he'd once been.

Asher pulled him against his body and kissed him hard. "I want you Jean-Claude." He pushed Jean-Claude back onto the bed. He shed his shirt before he climbed on top of his lover. "I want you in the bath. It has been so long since I have been able to wash you." He thrust against Jean-Claude.

"Ah... yes..." Jean-Claude arched his back, lips parting to revel his fangs as his hands gripped.

Asher had been so long without Jean-Claude. Thinking about it made his heart ache. He was glad he was finally with him again. Asher kissed him, sliding his tongue into the other man's mouth.

He pressed closer to Asher, pressing closer before he flipped the other vampire with a smirk, pinning him to the bed and straddling his hips. "I thought you said you were going to bathe me..."

"I can't with you pinning me to the bed." Asher rubbed himself against Jean-Claude. He was so beautiful. Asher closed his eyes. It hurt to look at such perfection. "Mon beau."

Jean-Claude looked down at the golden beauty beneath him, taking in the shimmer of Asher's hair, the dusky dark lashes that kissed his cheeks and seductive lips. He swallowed reflexively and leaned down, kissing him gently.

Asher looked up at him. "Le bain, mon ami. I wish to see you wet and naked."

He crawled to his feet, holding a hand out to Asher. "I am afraid that you'll have to undress me, Mon Amour."

"With great pleasure." Asher took his hand and was dragged against Jean-Claude's body.

Jean-Claude smirked as he pulled Asher closer. "Now... tell me your plans for my body, mon amour?"

"I want to wash all of you. Then, I will have you in every possible way." Asher undid Jean-Claude's pants.

He hardened further at the thought, and with Asher's hands so close to where he ached to be touched. "Ah..."

He slid his hand into Jean-Claude's pants. "You are so hard, mon amour."

Jean-Claude gripped Asher's shoulders. "Yes..." He said through his teeth, fighting the urge to thrust into the other man's hand.

Asher pushed his pants down a bit, freeing Jean-Claude. "You are so beautiful." Asher ran his hand over the length of him.

"Dieu... Asher..." He slid his fingers into Asher's hair, caressing his scalp.

"Come with me." He took his hand and led him into the bathroom.

Jean-Claude paused by the tub, quickly undressing himself the rest of the way. "Shall I draw the bath?"

"Mais oui." (yes, of course) Asher undressed himself slowly, knowing Jean-Claude was watching him.

He walked behind the other man, placing his hands on Asher's now nude waist before ending and licking from the small of his back to the top of his spine. A vampiric purr filled him at the taste.

"Mon dieu..." Asher moaned. "You're supposed to be drawing that bath."

"Ah... Je suis desole, mon ami." He smirked, leaning over the tub to do so, flipping on the warmer as well so the water would not turn cold.



Asher watched him. He moved so gracefully. He felt his heart swell as he began to cry softly. "Jean-Claude, je t'aime."

Jean-Claude turned, smiling slightly. "Je t'adore, Asher. I love you." His eyes caught the tears on Asher's face, and he moved, kissing them away. "Why do you cry?"

"I am so happy to be with you again." He hugged him tightly. Jean-Claude loved him even with the scars. "I do not deserve you."

The Master of the City growled, his eyes flashing brilliant blue as he cupped Asher's face. "I never want to hear you say that again, Asher- Never! You are worth a thousand of me, a million! Dieu forbid you change your mind, and yet you settle for me, a whipping boy!"

"I am not better than you, Jean-Claude. We are the same." He kissed him. "I will never leave you again." He pulled away and slipped into the water.

Jean-Claude stood there for a moment, his eyes closed before he climbed into the bath with Asher, kneeling before him. He covered the other vampire's mouth with his, coaxing him into a kiss that started gently but grew more passionate.

Asher met his kissed par for par. He pushed Jean-Claude back and moved over him. He pinned Jean-Claude to the side of the tub. "You are mine."

"Always, mon amour..." He leaned up and nipped at the blonde's jaw as he pushed his erection against him.

"Mmm, you feel so good." Asher dipped his head to Jean-Claude's chest. He bite his nipple gently.

He gasped, burying his hands in Asher's hair. "Asher..." He moaned.

"I love you face when you moan. You look almost innocent." Asher moved do he could fill him. "Do you want me?"

Jean-Claude reached down, stroking Asher's hardness. "Always..." He nipped at his pulse, drawing forth a droplet of blood which he quickly licked away.

He groaned as he thrust into him. "Mon ami, you're so tight."

"Dieu... amour..." Jean-Claude wrapped his legs around Asher's waist, pulling him even closer as his fingers played over his chest, teasing his nipples. It'd been so long, so very long since anyone had taken him like this, especially Asher, who was the only one that Jean-Claude had ever willingly been with who was male. "Please, Asher..."

Asher began to thrust in and out of him quickly. It had been so long since he'd topped Jean-Claude. It was so exciting. His heart was pounding as he pounded into him.

Pressing little kisses and love bites over Asher's jaw, Jean-Claude finally covered his mouth in a passionate kiss as little whimpers and moans shook his body.

Asher grabbed the edge of the tub and used it as leverage. "I am not used to being on top."

Jean-Claude laughed roughly. "You'll have to practice more..." He kissed Asher's neck, brushing his fangs teasingly over the skin.

"Oui, I guess so." Asher lost his rhythm a bit. He shivered as he got his pace back.

"Mon Amour... please..." Jean-Claude pleaded, pushing his hardness against Asher as he bit into his neck, moaning as the sweet blood filled his mouth.

Asher shook as Jean-Claude bit him. "I cannot last." He moaned into the curve of his lover's neck.

He tightened himself around Asher, purposefully urging him to climax as he drank from him. His own orgasm was a bit off, as he'd been distracted with his lover's pleasure.

Asher came suddenly buried deep inside of Jean-Claude. "Je t'aime, je t'aime."

He stroked Asher's shoulders as he shook, murmuring words of love as he sought to draw out the other vampire's pleasure.

"You did not come, mon amour. I did not do so well." Asher felt like he had failed him. Jean-Claude had wanted this so much and he hadn't pleasured him properly.

"Non, Asher..." Jean-Claude brushed his lips over his. "Do not think that... it was amazing..." He cupped Asher's face. "Though I might remind you that there ARE other ways to coax me to orgasm, non?"

Asher smiled. "Would you let me roll you?" The last time he'd rolled Jean-Claude was when they had shared Belle's bed.

He shuddered, pressing his straining member against his lover. "Anything you wish, Asher... anything. I am yours.... and if you wish to roll me, I will not refuse..."

Asher rolled his power over Jean-Claude and felt him let go of his shields. Asher shuddered at the amount of control he had over his lover at that moment.

Jean-Claude purred at the exquisite feeling of being rolled by his lover- the worries, and anything other than Asher and his blood, that which flowed through him and his shuddering arousal ceased to exist. It was them. Together, that was it, for the eternity of the moment.

Asher bit down on his neck. He knew Jean-Claude would feel the after shocks of their lovemaking. He was glad he could make his lover feel such intensity.

He cried out as it poured over him, his body bucking against Asher, his hands grabbing for anything to hold him against this sensation, to stop it from happening, to make sure it never stopped. The world was spinning so fast that he felt as if he'd fly into space, over and over. It peaked and ebbed, and out of control, he bit into Asher's shoulder, drinking his mate as the blonde was feeding from him.

Asher poured everything he had into Jean-Claude. He felt his lover shudder as he climaxed against his stomach. Asher drank deeply of him.

Jean-Claude whimpered as he felt Asher draw back, pulling his power back into himself and putting up his shields. The Sourde Sang, however, was too weak at the moment to do more than shake against his lover, his face resting against the bite he'd made on Asher's shoulder.

Asher smiled at Jean-Claude. "You look tired..."

"Mmm... oui." He raised his eyes to Asher's, licking his lips. "I had forgotten..."

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Richard was glad that they finally had some alone time. Jase was such a life saver.

Pushing her hair back, Mika grinned at Richard. "Someone looks... excited." She blushed at her words, walking to the cupboard and pulling out two wine glasses.

"We just haven't had any alone time lately. It's nice to be with you." Richard watched her. "You're so beautiful."

She ducked her head, her hair once again falling into her face. She'd tried to style it, putting it up into some pretty style, but had finally been forced to give up and simply settle for it loose around her shoulders. "Thanks... I could say the same about you..." Mika set the glasses on the table, smiling at him.

"Beautiful? More like rugged, or handsome, but not beautiful." He stood up and pulled her against his body. "It'd been so long since we were alone." He kissed her deeply.

She whimpered, sliding her hands over his shoulders, cursing the fact that he'd pulled his hair into a tight pony tail, making it impossible to run her hands through it.

Richard slid his hand into her hair. He loved how soft her hair was. He slid his tongue into her mouth. A night with no Elias was heaven.

Mika shook against him, desire pooling low in her belly as she met his tongue with hers. Her beast rubbed along Richard's, caressing and submitting as it took his hands on her body as a sign of possession and control- and the horny little bitch didn't even bother to fight. Bad wolf?

Richard felt himself connect to Jean-Claude. Lust and passion rolled over him. He shook violently as he came. "Oh God..." He moaned as he held Mika against his chest.

She gasped, a bit shocked. She'd heard about men having problems with premature ejaculation but... Mika held Richard, rubbing his back as he shook.

"Fucking...Jean-Claude." He said gasping. He could feel him and Asher together. His knees buckled, but Mika caught him.

"Richard...?" She looked at him, confused and a bit hurt. Why was he moaning the Master of the City's name?!

He was silent for a minute. "Asher rolled Jean-Claude and bit him. He dropped his shield so Asher rolled me too."

"What?" Mika pushed a chair behind him so that he could sit if he needed to as she stepped back, hugging herself. "That's not exactly possible, Richard, being that they're about a forty-minute drive from here..."

"We're bound together. I am his animal to call." He hoped she wouldn't ask too many questions about it.

"Well... I'm his animal to call too... but I didn't just have the grand mother of all orgasms..." She said softly, biting her lip unsurely.


"He has bound me to him like a human servant, but I am his animal." He explained.

"Oh." She hugged herself tighter, swallowing. What was she supposed to say?

"Sometimes we accidently slip into each other's minds..." He hoped she wouldn't reject him over it.

"Well... at least I don't have to worry about you coming too often all of the time." Mika blushed. "Or do I?" She teased gently.

Richard gave her a playful glare. "I need to go clean up. I'll be back in a few."

"Want me to make us a snack? I've got some leftovers from dinner..." She chewed her lower lip, already rosy and swollen from the passion of their kisses.

"I'm not very hungry, but if you are go right ahead." He called as he headed to the bathroom. He reached out to Jean-Claude's mind. *Jean-Claude, could you NOT share these sort of moments with me?*

*Pardon moi, Mon Loup?* Jean-Claude's voice answered sluggishly, obviously still a bit lost in the moment.

*I just came very suddenly.* He started to clean himself off.

*Ah... Je suis desole, Mon Loup... I do hope it wasn't in an embarrassing moment...* Jean-Claude was genuinely apologetic, he and Richard having reached something of a truce.

*I was kissing Mika...*

*Would you like for me to call her and explain? I could apologize, Mon Loup- I would not want her to doubt your control, non?* Jean-Claude offered politely.

*It's okay. I explained it, but I don't know if she accepted my answer or not.* Richard sighed as he headed back downstairs.

*Ah... then I shall not disturb you for the rest of the evening. Enjoy it, Richard, and if you wish anything, simply ask.*

*Thank you, Jean-Claude.* Mika was sitting at the table when he got back to the kitchen. "Hey..."

She smiled as he came in, moving to his side and hugging him as she wrapped her arms around his neck. "I want you to know that I still feel the same... I'm a bit, weirded out, I guess, as I never thought about that sort of thing before, and I'm not exactly sure what it means... but... We're alright, right?"

"We're okay as long as you're ok with this." Richard hugged her back. "Because I can't change this so you have to be okay with it."

Mika kissed him softly, then pulled back slightly. "Um... not to sound stupid... but what now? I mean, with tonight?" She asked shyly.

"We can continue if you want just give me a few minutes to recover." He kissed her. "Or we can just lay down or something.

She bit her lower lip, then grinned. "Come on upstairs... you can lay down while you recover, and I'll... duck into the bathroom for a moment." And change into the white lace teddy Jase bought me...

"Sure." Richard slipped his arm around her waist and headed upstairs with her. He took his shoes and socks off and laid down in her bed.

Mika slipped into tiny panties that matched the soft white lace baby doll on the counter. She smiled at the feel of the material on her smooth skin, having shaved well... everything for fear that it'd look a bit odd if she hadn't. Spraying a light scent of vanilla on, she reached for the baby doll, shrugging into the mostly sheer fabric before tying the halter behind her neck.

Fussing for a few moments more, Mika looked herself over and deemed that if she was ever going to be sexy, then this was as good as she got.

Grabbing the matching shawl, she draped it about her shoulders and stepped into the bedroom, praying to God she looked somewhat sexy.

Richard looked over as Mika came back into the room. He about had a heart attack. "Mika... God... you look so... hot." He knew he sounded dumb but he couldn't think to form a proper sentence.

She smiled, slowly turning before him as she let the shawl fall to the floor. "You like it, then?"

Richard sat up slowly, his pants suddenly very tight. "I love it." He gave her once over. "I love it a lot."

Mika made her way over to him, her walk slightly more seductive, the sway of her hips barely more pronounced than normal. "I'm glad..."

Richard growled low in his throat. "Come here." He said. He watched she walked to him. God, the woman was sexy. All he could think about was throwing her on the bed and having his way with her.

Her heart was racing as she licked her lips, moving to straddle his lap. "This close enough?"

He moaned. "No. It won't be close enough until I'm buried inside of you."

Brushing her lips over his, then over his pulse, Mika tugged at his shirt. "Off."

He pulled it up and over his head. "Yes, Ma'am."

She trailed a finger down his chest while following the contour of his collar bone with his tongue. "Mmm..."

Richard rolled her over so he was on top. "You look good enough to eat."

Mika shivered beneath him, her breath hitching. "And I was scared you wouldn't like it..."

"Anything you wear is sexy. I will always want you." Richard leaned down began to suck on her neck.

She moaned at the touch of his lips, her head falling back as she slid her fingers into his hair. "Oh, Richard..."

Richard tugged the hair band out of his hair so he could run her fingers through it as he slid his hand under the baby doll.

Her belly tightened as she nipped at his jaw, her fingers finding and teasing his right nipple.

Richard cupped her breast in his hand. "You're so warm..." He bent his head down and sucked her nipple through the thin material.

She cried out, pressing into his mouth. Her hands slid into his hair, holding him to her as his mouth worked her breast, nearly making her beg then and there.

Richard pulled the baby doll off of her so she was left in the tiny scrape of cloth that barely counted as underwear.

Mika shifted beneath him, fighting the urge to cross her legs to stop him from viewing her newly shaven body. For Pete's sake, he'd seen everything before! He even liked it! You liked it! Don't blush! A slow flush rose up over her breasts, covering her face despite her wishes.

Richard moved down her body. He planted several kissed just below her navel. "You shaved..."

"I.... yes..." She swallowed, her belly tight as she watched him.

He smiled as he bent his head and licked her through the underwear.

"Richard!" She gasped his name, her hands gripping the blanket.

"Yes, Mika?" He innocently as he pulled the small scrap of fabric off of her.

"You just..." She shifted on the bed, biting her lip. He was wicked. Very... very... wicked.

Richard grinned at her as he removed the rest of his clothing. He mounted her. "I just what?"

"You licked my... my..." Oh, this wasn't fair...

He bent down so his mouth was next to her ear. He was so very close to entering her but he held himself in check. "I licked what?"

She whimpering, pressing so that he rubbed along her entrance. "You know..."

He laughed softly into her ear as he slowly slid into her. God, she was so wet and tight.

Mika cried out, her body tightening around him. It was still a strange feeling, but oh-so-good. She wrapped her legs around him, holding him to her for a moment.

Richard pushed himself all the way inside of her. "Oh Mika..."

She kissed his shoulder, turning her head to trace his ear with her tongue. "You feel amazing..." She gasped.

"I can say the same to you." He began to move in and out of her.

She whimpered beneath him, gripping his hardness as her hips matched his in rhythm. Kissing his neck, she drew a spot into her mouth and sucked.

He moaned as he quickened his pace. "Mika, I love you." He kissed her, pouring all his love and passion into that one kiss.

Holding him to her, Mika felt her body approaching it's peak. She poured herself into the kiss, her hands tightening on his back.

Richard moaned into her mouth as she clenched his most intimate part with her body. Her felt her climax around him as he poured himself into her body.

Mika nuzzled his throat as they came down, sighing contentedly. "Love you too..."

"I'm glad." He kissed her neck as he laid down next to her.

She cuddled up next to him, resting her chin on his shoulder so she could meet his eyes with her's. "So... Jase was right about the lingerie?" She traced absent circles around his navel.

"I'm going to send her some flowers." He pulled her against his body. "You looked very sexy."

She blushed. "You're sure, Richard? I didn't look silly or anything?" Well, you certainly sound silly now... She inwardly rolled her eyes at herself.

"Silly? Not at all. Now if I wore it, I'd look silly."

Mika laughed, wrinkling her nose slightly. "That's a bit too kinky- I mean, spanking, handcuffs, decorating each other with food- that I might be able to handle... but you in a babydoll?"

Richard laughed loudly. "I see what you mean. I don't think I could handle it either." He kissed her.