Cerulean Sins - Chapters 41-42

[masterofstlouis]

Jean-Claude prowls anxiously in his room awaiting Anita, his black velvet opera coat not quite brushing the floor as he paces. It's not like the master vampire to have nervous energy, but something about the past nights have brought it out in him

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[ash_imperfect]

Asher meets Jean Claude's gaze and holds it, slowly bringing his hands behind his back, tangling his fingers together to keep from reaching out. Now he has had a taste of Jean Claude once more, has been more intimate with Jean Claude than he had been in hundreds of years, he is finding it near impossible to stop himself from moving forward, from sliding his hands through dark curls, kiss him again.

He visibly shakes himself, tearing his eyes away from Jean Claude, looking down at the floor instead.

"How long do you think she will keep us waiting?" He murmurs, flatly.

[masterofstlouis]

"Woman's prerogative," Jean-Claude replies with a sigh. "Ma petite will take as long as she takes, and we, as gentlemen, will neglect to comment on it. Such has been the case for longer than you and I have lived."

Jean-Claude steps just a little closer, his gloved hand wanting to take Asher's. "Asher, we will need to speak of what happened sooner or later," he murmurs. "And not just with regards to Anita."

[ash_imperfect]

Asher stills as Jean Claude draws nearer, wanting nothing more than to close the distance between them, to let slender fingers find their way through the intricate fastenings of Jean-Claude's clothes, ruffle his carefully put-together appearance.

He shakes his head, dropping his gaze to the floor, letting his hair fall forward, gold waves mingling with the sparkling embroidery on his jacket.

[masterofstlouis]

"Asher--"

And then the door opens and Anita stalks in, putting a halt to anything more Jean-Claude would have said.