Incubus Dreams - October 29th

[theyallfallin]

Anita wakes gradually, cuddling closer to the very warm body beside her. She knows the curve of Nathaniel's body perfectly, the feel of him against her. It takes a few moments, but she opens her eyes and realizes why she woke up. Lavender eyes, intense and thoughtful, stare at her. Anita holds Nathaniel's gaze steadily, and then slowly closes the

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[one_of_her_boys]

That kiss is a surprise for Nathaniel. He hadn't actually expected it. Hoped for it, yes, but expected? No. He's learned not to expect much from Anita.

He returns the kiss, though, lifting his hand to rest on her naked hip. Nathaniel's careful. He doesn't press closer, and he doesn't bring his erection to her attention.

A kiss is good.

[theyallfallin]

Nathaniel doesn't have to bring his body's state to her attention for her to know what he's not pressing against her. His enjoyment leaks down the marks, reminding her that Nathaniel will have to be taught how to shield things.

A lesson for another time and place.

For once, she doesn't move away. His touch is warm, and the kiss welcome. Much like the night before, she feels love for the leopard well up in her. That makes it easier for her to deal with being naked in bed with him.

Her hand trails softly across his chest, fingering the slightly raised scar there and the piercing just below.

[one_of_her_boys]

Nathaniel's breath trembles against her lips, and a soft moan lilts up from him. He feels the stiff coldness of Asher behind him, and he moves a little closer to Anita's warmth. His nipple draws up tight around the ring through it as she fiddles with it, and his hand sweeps over her hip.

"Anita," he whispers, wanting her. Loving her. She is his Nimir-Ra, his friend, his protector. But he wants her to be one thing more: his lover.

[theyallfallin]

As she had told Damian last night, she is scared to love all the men in her life, but the way Nathaniel presses against her, all preternatural warmth, she has a harder time denying him. Denying both of them.

She can sense an echo of those thoughts in Nathaniel. She can feel the need in him just like she felt it from Jean-Claude, and it calls to her, begs her to help, to fill the void.

Anita loves him and wants him happy. That place inside Nathaniel screams that nothing would make him happier than being with her in the way she's denied time and time again.

She swallows thickly. "All right," she whispers in response to that need.