SARA PEZZINI vs. ANITA BLAKE

DISCLAIMER: Hmmm . . . give me some time so I can think up a smart-ass comment to say.

AUTHOR'S NOTES: I hate the default settings on this site, so I'm going to keep the overall rating of this story PG-13. However, I guess I should warn some of you that this chapter is not PG-13, far from it. This chapter will feature sexual content, ranging from an R to NC-17 rating, but the NC- 17 is probably a little harsh so I'm going with R. Well, next chapter will probably need the NC-17 rating.

Any-who, I hope all of you enjoy this new addition. I know that a few of you have been wanting this to happen, so I spent extra amounts of time writing this. Enjoy . . .



CHAPTER 8 - Rub-A-Dub-Dub, I'm In The Tub!



Ahh. . . the smell of jasmine, candlelight, and the sounds of Mozart. What more can a girl ask for? Jean Claude knows how to please a woman. Candles accented the bathroom with their sweet aroma and dim lighting. The stonewalls were dark, almost giving off a medieval fantasy scene that is only seen in movies or personal dreams. A starry midnight sky wallpaper topped it off, making the fantasy seem more real.

Imported bath crystals, bubble bath, and oil were carefully placed on a tray near the tub. The crystal jars shimmered in the candlelight. I could only see the chrome handles on the tub; the black marble hid the rest of it in the dark. Longing crept through my body as I took in the surroundings. I desperately wanted to jump in the tub and feel the soft water flow over my body.

Unfortunately, I told Asher that I needed to talk to him. He said that he needed to talk to Anita and Jean Claude, but would join me shortly. I didn't want to get into the bathtub knowing that he was coming to see me in a few minutes. Although the thought of me being naked in a dream-like bathroom and him joining me was appealing, I had to admit. I just didn't want it to happen, not now anyways. I had questions that needed to be answered and seeing Asher naked would clear my mind of any thought.

"Why don't you get in? I can tell that you want to." His voice wrapped around my body, something that should be against the law but thankfully isn't. I didn't hear him come in the room, either the witchblade wasn't doing its job or he was really good. My eyes locked with his for a few seconds, but I soon drew away from his gaze. Unlike most girls, I didn't want him to see me flush. "I don't mind."

The comment brought a smile to my face. "I'm sure you wouldn't." Honestly, I wouldn't mind seeing him as well, but I needed answers. "I have some questions for you."

"You can ask while bathing, ma cherie." I watched as he moved across the room, stopping in front of the bath crystals. He gracefully picked up the crystal jar up; unplug the cork and breath in the jasmine scent. The act shouldn't have been sexy but it was. His hands reached the handles, and then turned the knobs, filling the black tub with water. "Bath crystals?" He motioned the jar over the bathtub. I absently nodded and watched the crystals being poured into the water.

"Excuse me for a second. I need to get my robe." It was a pathetic excuse, but I didn't care. I desperately needed air and to calm myself down if I was going to finish what I planned on doing. Quickly, I stripped from my clothes and went inside the walk-in closet. I pulled out the black silk robe that I discovered the night before, and tied it loosely around my body. Before I went back into the bathroom, I grabbed the hair tie that was laying on the nightstand.

The tub was almost full, with bubbles floating on top. Jasmine filled the room; there wasn't a hint of another smell. Asher had his back turned when I walked in. His golden hair shined where the candlelight hit it. I slowly walked over to him, fighting the urge to peel the brown leather off of his body. "Here, pull your hair back," I said while placing the hair tie in his hands.

His pale blue eyes looked up at me, confusion was written across his face. "Why?" I could see pain mixed in with the confusion. I tried to see the horror that people saw when they looked at him, the look of shock on their faces when he reveals himself. I couldn't, though. He was beautiful to me, and he didn't know how to deal with it.

"I want to know if you're lying to me or not." He relaxed a bit and I could see his pain take over. "I just want to see all of you, anyways. You can't blame a girl for that." His confusion came back again, causing me to smile. I turned around and stripped myself from the robe, in slow enduring movements. The weight of his eyes on me caused shivers to run through my body and tighten it in places.

"What is it that you needed to ask me, cherie?" His voice sounded choked, coming out low and breathy. I smiled to myself as I came closer to the tub.

The water was warm and soft against my skin. Bath crystals gently scraped the bottom of my feet as I settled the rest of me into the water. I heard the legs of the small vanity chair move against the tile. When I looked up Asher was sitting in the chair looking at me with his pale eyes, his face was no longer hidden behind his hair. The light gently bounced across his face, making me wish that this were a dream. "Your lover had the witchblade before she was killed. Who was she? Tell me about her."

"She was my human servant. We traveled with Jean Claude for over twenty years, living the high life. We dined, spent money, and made love without a care in the world."

"Jean Claude? Jean Claude was with you?" I didn't really want to know why, but my curiosity got the best of me.

"I took Jean Claude with me, escaping our old master, Belle Morte. We were her most prized possessions. When I met Julianna I no longer wanted to stay, so I left, taking Jean Claude with me." He paused, and then continued. "We were a ménage à trois, a long time ago."

I noticed that he was trying to hide in the shadows. I grabbed his hand; his scars were rough against my skin. He was trying to pull away, so I tightened my grip. My eyes were focused on his while I ran my free hand in a gentle soothing motion across the scars on his face. "What happened?"

His body began to relax and I could feel him move in closer to me. I turned my direction back to his face; his eyes still had sadness in them. It was hard trying to resist the urge to kiss it all away, but I somehow managed. "Jean Claude had to leave us to attend his mother. He received news that she was ill and was expected to pass away soon. Julianna and I were waiting in France for him to return. One night we stumbled upon a man. He was strong, I could feel his power course through my veins, and it wasn't like anything that I've ever felt before. I wanted to leave, but Julianna . . . she was intrigued with the bracelet that he was carrying . . . he said that the bracelet wasn't kind to pretenders. We didn't know what he meant, she just wanted the bracelet and I would have done anything to make her happy."

He stopped talking. I tried to encourage him to continue by stroking his hair and scars but he refused. A light appeared from behind him and I noticed that it was the witchblade. Before I knew it I began to see flashbacks of Asher naked. All I could see was flesh on flesh, with Asher's golden hair coating smooth skin that lied under him. A hand was brushing his bare back; the witchblade was wrapped around the small wrist. Then I saw another flashback. A group of men came running through a bedroom, they were carrying crosses and stakes. One of them grabbed the woman with the witchblade, while the others wrapped a sleeping Asher in a bundle of thick blankets.

My skin was hot; it felt as if it was melting off my body. I didn't know if I was experiencing Asher's pain or Julianna's. Then I saw Jean Claude; he was covered in blood, the murders' blood. He knelt down beside Asher, whispering to him soft, soothing words in French. I could hear Asher yelling at him, trying to push him away. I couldn't understand what he was saying.

I was quickly brought back to when I felt Asher move under my hands. He gently brushed the tears that had formed under my eyes. I didn't know what to say or do, I could only look at his eyes. "I'm . . . sorry."

"Don't . . ." His fingers softly brushed against my lips, keeping me from continuing. I didn't mind, nonetheless. However, I wanted to see him, see the rest of him. I needed to see him.

"Can I see . . ."

"No." He answered before I could finish, all ready knowing what I wanted. I hated the fact that he didn't trust me enough to show him to me. I wanted it, almost painfully needing it. "I don't want to see the same look in your eyes as others have when they see me, ma cherie."

"Please . . ." Slowly, I leaned into him, daringly taking the next move of encouragement. Soft lips brushed against mine, hands carefully stroked my bare skin. My body ached to be held in his arms, to touch his bare skin, to explore him. I ran my hands over the smooth, silk shirt that clang to his lean chest. His body was intoxicating, and I wanted to feel more.

He drew back from me, a smile crossed over his face. "All right, cherie." I smiled back at him, intensely watching him as his hands grabbed the ends of his shirt and slowly strip it off. Scars ran up the right side of his chest, they were messier than the ones on his face. They continued down his stomach and into his pants. I sensed him stepping back and quickly stopped him. "You . . . you didn't . . ."

"You're beautiful." The kiss was less chaste than the last one. It was forceful, backed up with want and need. His tongue played against my lips and I parted them for access. He drew me up against his body while his tongue explored my mouth. I wanted him closer to me, him inside me. "Lose the pants," I whispered breathily.

Impatiently, I watched as he fumbled with the buttons on his leather pants. When I heard the zipper I couldn't take it anymore, I needed to feel him. I ran my hands over his skin as he struggled to take off his pants. He smiled at me, "Patience is a virtue."

"Not for me." I took in the sight of his nude body. Saying that he was breathtaking was not doing justice. He was more than that and it made my lower body lust for his touch. I pulled him over my body, causing him to fall into the bathtub. He was pressed up against me, causing the fact that he wasn't in me more painful. "Please, Asher . . ."





NEXT CHAPTER: Splash Splash!





AUTHOR'S NOTES: Just to answer some questions or comments . . .

HeaterRose1 - That isn't a stupid question. And the answer is you'll find out . . . hehehe. But, lets just say that somebody knows some stuff about them that they're not telling. Yep, you guessed it. The tub scene is with Sara and Asher, and it isn't over yet. As far as JC goes, he'll get someone to himself, it might be Anita or someone else. Anita, well she'll get someone as well.

Obscure - I know some cool Witchblade sites to check out. Have you seen any of the comic book stuff, yet? Anyways, I hope you enjoy the new addition!

Blackcat404 - You're cousin's name is Rakesh? Wow, I didn't people actually had that name . . . hehehe. Of course I did get it off of babynamer.com . . . hehehe. I hope you like the latest addition! And thank you.

Mac - Yes, Jean Claude and Anita are going to be having scene pretty soon about Naranjana and why he didn't tell her that she was "Mrs. Susie Homemaker". And Ian and Edward will be involved as well. I'll probably have Anita's POV posted in the next chapter along with Sara's. Info on Rakesh will turn up soon, as well as meeting him.



Christmas break is coming up pretty soon, so the updates should be quick so all of you don't have to wait too long. For now, I hope all of you enjoy this chapter and thank you for all of your comments, they really crack me up!