A very short chapter. i apologize for that, and also for how long it's been. hopefully the amount of sexual implication this chapter contains will appease your wrath. oh and, i will soon be changing the rating of this fanfiction from T to M, considering what else will be happening in following chapters. this means you won't be able to find it as easily since FanFiction doesn't display M-rated stories. this also means that less people will get to read this if they don't industriously search for M-rated lemons. tsk tsk. oh and please, please, if you wish to read more chapters - comment, possibly favourite - oh and please please PLEASE recommend to your fanfiction friends. And please, tell me honestly what you think. and yes. i do hope they have sex sometime. but Sadie is a bit too young, wouldn't you think? she can probably handle it though...till next update, then!
III
"Anubis…" I called softly into his ear. He was lying with his back to me, and his black hair was messy on the pillow. I was propped up on an elbow, my teeth brushed and my face washed. I'd been up before him. I ran a finger down his back and poked his side with it. "Wake up…"
He groaned and rolled over, grabbing me around the middle and settling with his head on my stomach. I grasped his shoulders and tickled him mercilessly until he relented, opening his eyes and smiling at me.
"You sleep like the dead," I said.
He smiled at me.
"Don't you go around smiling at me. Not after last night. I think I had to swat your hands off my chest a hundred times. Considering you did that in your sleep…awake you'd be much worse. But I did spare you, and you're awake now – so, wake up!"
He grinned. "You have a sharp tongue, Lady Kane."
"Do I?" I inquired, before sticking it out and plunging it in his mouth.
Oh. My. Gods. He tasted so good, even after a night's sleep. He tasted like tongue and darkness and spit and the mint from my toothpaste mixed in with it. He tasted smokily sweet. He tasted good.
He moaned and pulled me on top of him, his hands wandering everywhere. They'd be at the nape of my neck, fingering my hair – and then they'd be cruising the length of my leg; he rubbed his hands along the small of my back, pulling up my shirt. He touched my stomach, my arm, my face.
And then there was the matter of his tongue. It slipped in and out of my mouth, teasing me, annoying me, until I clamped a hand on his leg, veryvery near to his groin. He stiffened then, his breathing hitched, and his hands stopped on my shoulder. I grasped the back of his head and proceeded to kiss him senseless – at least, for about thirty seconds after I'd astonished him.
But then he recovered and with renewed and newfound lusty aggression he rolled me under him, brushed the hair from my face, growled lustily, and dipped his head to kiss me briefly. Then he moved away from my face. And then it started to get really good. He bit down gently on my neck, sucking the patch of tender skin, kissing along my collar bone. And then he moved lower, along the top of my breasts, and it was my turn to have my heart skip a beat. And then he looked up at me, a devilish smirk on his face, and I knew it was payback. But if this was the kind of payback he doled out, I'd go out of my way to annoy him.
I put two hands on either side of his hips, my thumbs rubbing circles in the soft thin fabric of his pajamas. His eyes widened, then glazed, and his mouth slackened, but with a hint of a smile. "You like that, do you?" I whispered. He gasped, pointing his finger at my torso, and had me wonder for a second if I was sprouting Brussels sprouts or something. But then he bit his lip, brown eyes sparkling at me, and snapped his fingers. And then suddenly I was clad in just my jeans and a black cotton strapless. His eyes widened, that glaze returned, he made a sound – "unghh" and this time he smiled doofily.
He glared at him, and he smiled back, but his eyes kept flicking to my boobs. Typical male. But he was just being hormonal and normal, I guess, so I decided to let him have his candy.
"What're you waiting for? Touch me," I demanded, before using both elbows to prop me up and kiss him. I could hear him gulp, and a few moments later I felt his shaky palm cup me. I exhaled, groaning a bit, in pleasure.
Anubis lain down beside me now, his eyes looking at me lovingly – and then the next thing I knew, his arm had snaked around me, grabbing my behind. I gasped audibly. He said, throatily, "You did ask me to touch you, Sadie."
I breathed, struggling to speak, "when did you learn all of this?"
"I've been reading up," he grinned at me.
And then I got pissed. He was dominating me. I grabbed my wand out of the duat, pointed it at his pajama-clad legs, and hissed the word for "disappear".