A/N: Here's chapter thirty-six! If it had a title, I think it'd be Anastasia Strikes Again. A very shippy chapter too, hope you like it!
Disclaimer: I do not own Bloodlines, but I do own my OCs. Also the last scene has sexual content, so…yeah, if it's not your cup of tea, skip the last scene.
It was cold without her at his side. He missed her. Missed her? He hardly knew her!
But he missed her. He felt sour already without her. It was the subtle little things he missed. The way she'd shift her weight on her hips, the way her bright green eyes would flicker around ever so slightly, like he could see her thinking. He could see her making those equations, see her fitting things together. The way her hair swayed so gently, so tempting for him to reach out and comb his fingers through it.
And she hardly seemed to care. He'd scoop her up into his lap, and she'd make herself cozy. He'd pet her hair and she hardly responded. He'd give her hug when she cried and make the tears dry away to nothing.
But he couldn't stand the idea of crying in front of her. Not while she was more fragile than he was. It was scary, he didn't want her to fall apart.
Because she lost her shell. So he became her shell.
And he loved her.
"Damn…" He rubbed one of his temples before hitting his head against the window of the cab. This cab driver was much less inclined to talk, not like Tim. Perhaps this would be the first victim he'd test his new powers on.
His new powers, that he obtained after he spent more time with her. She could make people fall with just a wave of her hand. And that would be it for them. And what could he do, make a person lose their mind for a handful of seconds? She was his muse. She took over his mind, and she didn't even want to. He should be infuriated. She took him over, he was his own man!
No…no…I gladly belong to her…she is my master…
There wasn't even a blood bond, yet he felt this…insatiable desire to be with her. Be by her side. This entire car ride felt like a trip to hell. Why was she so addictive to him?
Jeanette wasn't like this. Yes, she was attractive. Yes, she hadn't stopped calling him since their fling. But there was nothing between them. Well, Jeanette thought so. He didn't.
What about his sire? He cared about him greatly, he wanted to fix him. But if the same thing happened to Grout that happened to Genevieve…
He gave a brooding laugh before he opened the door.
The driver jumped, "Hey, what are you doing, man? We're still driving!" He hit the breaks.
Dragomir laughed louder and got out, "I need a good walk." He said as he got out, then held a hand out. The man's eyes widened as a purple cloud fogged over his head, he shook in fear as he experienced a broad spectrum of hallucinations. Dragomir laughed again before he walked down the streets of L.A.
Suddenly, he stumbled forward, tripping over something. He turned back and saw a figure laying on the ground, groaning in pain. She quickly got to her feet, all fours that is, before she disappeared, "Hey, watch where you're going, dumbass!"
"My apologies…" Dragomir turned around to face the hiding Nosferatu, "You're just…invisible…I'm quite sure I was watching where I was going that time…"
She grumbled under her breath, "Who the hell are you? I haven't seen you around here…"
Dragomir snickered and turned away, "I know better than to spill information to a leech."
He heard her long nails scrape across the pavement as she galloped beside him, "You're the kid the Anarchs are after, aren't you?"
"This whole place is a warzone. Everywhere. My head, Hollywood, L.A., California, the world…there's no way out."
"So…I'll take that as a yes…" She muttered, "A name isn't gonna get you killed."
"Yes it is." He said decisively, "Good evening, dear, lovely to meet you, Moony girl."
"Moony girl? What the hell does that mean?"
"Cressida." He said slowly, "The name of a moon. I wish Shakespeare was my father."
"Uh huh…" Her voice sounded a distance off, before she stopped responding at all. But, by then, he'd made it to Venture Tower.
The security man behind the desk sat up, "Uh, eh, excuse me sir." He chuckled, "Starting dozing off there…"
"Yes…undoubtedly the donuts." Dragomir said, "I'd like the see the man at the top."
"LaCroix?" He asked, "Sorry, sir, He didn't tell me to expect anyone fittin' yer description." He eyed over Dragomir.
"Well, then be it his mistake. I'd still like to talk to him. Now, please."
"No can do."
Dragomir held out a hand and Chunk started snickering, then laughing hysterically. He reached around the desk and pressed the elevator button, heading over to far right elevator and sitting inside as it brought him up.
As the bell rang and the doors slid open, Dragomir yawned and walked inside the slightly familiar penthouse doors, "Good evening, Princey boy."
LaCroix looked up from his paperwork, "Oh. I see you've decided to stop by again."
Dragomir was quiet for a long time, his eyes narrowed beneath his opaque glasses, "So." He ended the silence between them, "Would you like me to be the harbinger of truth? Announce your sins for the world to hear? I'll give you a hint, Princey, if you say no, I'll do it anyway."
LaCroix chuckled softly, "I've no idea what you're talking about."
"Two things put you on my list, big man." Dragomir walked forward, "One." He held up his index finger, "You hired a sinned assassin to kill my father." He said in a gravelly voice, "And two." He flipped the bird at him, "You kicked my nightingale out of her room for your sniveling whelp of a fledgling."
LaCroix's right eye twitched, "Is that so?"
Dragomir stood tall, "You have two options." He declared firmly as he crossed his arms, "Release me and have me spill the truth like the great deluge. Or…" A grin nearly split his face in half, "Hire me."
The Prince sat back, "Continue. Just keep talking until my response is…vital to your little ploy, I'll simply wait until then."
"Wait until then, for what?" Dragomir asked, "To lift your little finger and make me a nice pile of fertilizer? Well, go ahead then, do it now."
He chuckled, "You've piqued my interest. I want to at least hear what you have to say."
Dragomir breathed out heavily through his nose, "It isn't wise to take the words of my kind with a grain of salt…" He stepped forward, "My father was right…you are the black Prince…" His eyes narrowed, "And you burned every one of his records of your sins to ashes."
"I didn't do anything of the sort."
"Ha! Ha-ha! Precious!" He held his chest, "Look, Princey, either kill me now or hire me, I'm not sure what sort of elaboration you're waiting for."
The Prince paused, "That wasn't your original proposition."
"No, I've modified it for you." He snickered.
LaCroix shook his head, "You're as puzzling as the rest of them…" He muttered, "You want protection, no doubt, from whatever sort of hellfire you've ignited and haven't been able to extinguish." He mused, "You've caused problems that are beyond your control, and you want my Camarilla to protect you."
"The nail says 'ow'."
"My Camarilla. The same Camarilla you claim to be responsible for the death of your sire."
"Yes."
LaCroix held his forehead, "I don't have time for this…" He muttered, "Fine, very well, you got the job, congratulations. You aren't going to last." He looked up again, "You aren't going to last a week. You don't have the mind for discipline, you're setting up your own execution."
"Very well."
LaCroix sighed, then chuckled softly, reaching in his desk and handing him a form, as well as a pen, "Your information and signature."
"You didn't have Slade sign this." Dragomir noted.
"It wasn't necessary."
His eyes narrowed before he snatched the form and skimmed over it, scribbling a few things here and there before handing it in.
LaCroix read over the form, then scowled, "You wrote in French."
"I did. Do I sound like Tess now?"
"And you wrote all the numbers upside down."
"I'm a fun one."
He sighed and folded the form in half, "I will call you when you are needed, Mister Haracha."
"Excellent. I eagerly anticipate it." He said as he took a few steps towards the door, before he looked around and laughed.
"What…what is it?"
"Remember when you learned I was Grout's childe…?" He asked, "And you thought I would be just as sane as he was?"
LaCroix raised an eyebrow.
"I'm even saner than he was." He turned in and whispered.
"What?" He hissed.
"I'm just a dice in your hands, aren't I?" He chuckled, "That's what the Malkavians have always been to you. You roll a pair of die, hope to get a pair of sixes. That's what last night was. A pair of sixes. You killed my father, I sat back and let it whiz right by." He stopped pacing and stood, "But what if you roll…a two and a three…? Then I don't listen so well. I do as I please, but I'll come back home like a good boy and suck up and apologize. What if you roll a one and a four? Hmm….I'll snap at your little Ventrue, maybe I'll hurt your ghouls, but I'll bow my head at the end of the night and apologize. But…you roll those snake eyes…" He loomed in over his desk, "Game over, Princey."
"Your words would carry far more weight to them if you were significant in this company. If you actually knew something about how this all works. I will give you a chance, Mister Haracha, so long as you do not abuse the chance you've been given, you will be offered more protection. And more. And more, as your loyalty develops. But…if you decide to go against reason…" He eyed him over, "Your execution date will find its way onto my calendar."
Dragomir snickered, "Sounds delightful." He decided, "With that, I'll be off."
"Very well." LaCroix narrowed his eyes as Dragomir left, then rubbed one of his temples, "I believe I'm losing my mind." He muttered to the Sheriff, "Those types…seem to have that sort of effect on me."
Peering around through one dark alleyway after the other, Victor finally grabbed the shoulder of an unsuspecting bystander, sucking from his neck eagerly as he refilled his blood pool. Usually in the heart of Los Angeles itself it wasn't exactly easy to pick someone off the streets like he did, but he prided himself on the rare occasion that he was able to do so. He let the bum go and slumped him in the corner of the street.
As he walked down the streets, a strange sickness befell him. He gagged and covered his mouth. The only thing holding him back is how bad it would look if he threw up in the middle of the street. The Chantry wasn't even close by, and there was no safe place nearby for him to expel what he had sampled. Diseased blood? His vision grew hasty, he ran into the nearest building, the one with red light pouring out of it.
"Venus…" His shaking hands grabbed the counter, "Do…do you have a lavatory, nearby?"
"Right there." She saw the look on his face, pointing to a door to the right by the entrance.
He gave a sheepish nod, running into the bathroom, he found an unoccupied stall and vomited the blood he drank and then some. He held his torso as he kept going, the last time he threw up was easily decades ago, and now thanks to this he had to relearn how fun it was. He stood up and wiped his mouth off. He felt faint, and even paler than usual. After that fiasco he ended up losing more blood than gaining it. But why was there diseased blood coming from that fellow? This…this is definitely an investigation which I'll have to look into. He winced and felt his head as he stepped out of the bathroom, "Thank you, dear."
"You alright?" She asked, "Can I get you a drink or something?"
"I don't think a drink would be particularly helpful…it would most likely come back out…"
"Ah…I see…" She said, "Something to eat? Water?"
"No, no…" He held his head, "I can't even think about food right now…"
"I have some stuff in my office if you want any."
"It's quite alright, Venus…I should go back to the…" He wobbled and grabbed a barstool, "Back to the…back to the place…"
"Sure you don't want to sit down somewhere and rest? I wouldn't mind, I owe you, if anything."
"But you look busy…" Their blue eyes met.
"Come on up, dear, it's no trouble." She said as she opened the gate for him and head upstairs with him.
"Right…" He said, closing his eyes and holding his head yet again. What was he doing up here? Rest wouldn't help him. He needed blood. Although, Venus was human, "I'll just…stay in here, for a collection of minutes, then leave you alone…"
She nodded as she closed the door, "Sure there isn't anything I could get you? A blanket…or…bucket…or something?"
"I'm not sure either of those will be very much help…I need to return to my employer as soon as possible…"
"I could make a call for you. Call you out or something. I have a way with words." She smirked.
"I'm not sure he'd be very convinced…"
She sat next to him and gently brushed the hair away from his forehead, pressing the back of her hand against it, "You don't have a fever do you? Or that sickness that's been going around, have you?"
He swallowed hard, silently noting how close they were, "No, no, it's…it's rather minor, I believe…"
"Want me to get some ginger ale or something? I just feel so helpless…"
"No, no, it's fine." He smiled, "You've been very kind to me."
She smiled back and stood up, pulling her shorts down a bit as she headed for the door, grabbing an index card from her desk first, "Well, you killed King Bastard, I can't help you enough." She set the card down next to him, "There's my number, call if you need anything, love, I'll be right up."
He slowly picked the card up, smiling, "I'll be sure to do my best to keep out of trouble." He watched her depart. True to his word, he rested for a few moments, meditatively sitting down for a bit before he left Confessions and headed back to the Chantry. He hung his scarf up and went back into the library. As per usual, he entered the room for a least a minute, gathering his thoughts before he saw Iphigenia uncross her legs and nearly jumped out of his skin.
She chuckled, "I should start wearing a neon shirt, shouldn't I?" She said, a folded paper in her hand, "Are you alright?"
"I'm fine." He said, "Have you noticed the particular…plague that has made its home in our city? I…nearly befell to it from a mortal I was feeding from…"
"I have noticed the CDC lurking about." She mused as she sat up, "I've only been feeding from blood bags recently, why, is it really affecting all the kine?"
"One can't be sure. It seems like it's primarily the homeless, but, for now it's unclear. I shall look into the matter tomorrow night."
"Tomorrow night?" She asked, "Well, I still have time by then, if you need any help."
"Then perhaps we may go together." He said, "If Strauss doesn't mind sending out his Magister and an apprentice at the same time."
She chuckled, "Perhaps the mission will kill me and I won't have to go to the meeting…yes, that would be nice…"
"Meeting?" He asked, "What meeting?"
She held the folded paper out, which he quickly grabbed and unfolded. He faintly recognized the neat script, something about it sent chills down his spine.
Miss/Missus Crystallia:
It has come to the attention of the local kine and Kindred of Lost Angeles that numerous Masquerade Violations have befallen your name. A meeting about said violations will be held 12-25. You are to come alone and unarmed, or force may be used to ensure a peaceful discussion. Failure to attend the meeting will result with a fine of $500, which would double each week of absence. Three more violations would result in an execution date a week prior to the final act.
SL
When he looked up to see Iphigenia's face, she seemed beyond aggravated. "It will be a miracle if I walk out of that building alive. He already thinks I'm going to try to walk into his room and take his head off."
"My word…" Victor said, "So you've gained an audience with Sebastian LaCroix himself, have you?"
"It appears so…damn…if Jeanette didn't…" She shook her head with a growl, "Now I can hardly walk home without the hunters sniffing me down."
"How did you attract this many violations in the first place?"
"Protecting Halcyon." She said, "From that assassin. They think I'm a blood witch."
"I see…we Tremere do have very noticeable…powers…especially to kine…"
She nodded with a sigh, "At least Jeanette has been rather calm…so to speak." She said, "Halcyon's been back home every night."
"I would hope so. If that intolerable woman were to betray the promise we created regarding your sister…well, I don't know what I'd do…"
"Intolerable woman, hmm?" Iphigenia smiled, "You men think you can keep your lives so secretive…" She shook her head.
He raised a brow, "You're quick to defend Jeanette…"
"Oh, no, no, it isn't Jeanette." She said, her black lips curved in a devious smirk, "You've been spending time with Therese, Leo's been inviting some…noisy little thing into his room, and our beloved Regent has Miss Velour hidden somewhere in the back of his mind. You come home stinking of club, according to Delilah, and those diagrams are certainly intriguing. There's nothing to be embarrassed about, dear, I just find it amusing."
"Delilah?" He asked, "Her job is to watch the door and nothing more. And Leo…who has been staying at his room? I doubt it's a Tremere. What on Earth has been happening at this Chantry without me? And Therese…I haven't seen her since I settled the score with your sister weeks ago."
"Mmm hmm." She chuckled, "And what about me? Hmm? What's your cynical little view of me?"
He sighed, "Maybe I should search for a blood pack before I say anything else…"
She laughed and stood up, "Would you like me to get one from that troublesome ghoul at the Santa Monica hospital?"
"No, that's alright." He said quietly.
"If you insist." She stood up, "Delilah has some blood, if you need any. I'm going home."
"Yes, goodnight Iphigenia."
As the elevator doors slid open and she reached for the doorknob, Anastasia heard Jeanette's voice, it sounded like she was on the phone, or maybe she was talking to herself. As she walked inside, she saw Jeanette lying on the bed, facing the ceiling, holding a phone up to her ear, the curled cord led to the base that was on her vanity.
"He isn't going to kill you…think about what kind of trouble that'd get him in. Killing the Baroness of Santa Monica." She snickered and paused, "I promise I have evidence, tell him that." A short pause, "No, no, tell him that you have the evidence at home." Another short pause, then she whined, "I don't know! I don't know, I don't know! Maybe don't tell him yet…just wait another night. I do have evidence, I'm not making this up. Promise. Please don't hang up….please…wait…Therese…" She let go of the phone and it bounced off the bed, clattering onto the floor as Jeanette put her face in her hands, still unaware of Anastasia's entrance.
"Should I come back at another time?" Anastasia smiled.
Jeanette quickly sat up, "I didn't even see you there, kitten. I swear I talked to Therese, she's just making her argument bulletproof…but…as it turns out, she's a little sharper than I am when it comes to dealing with the Prince. She knows he's going to want evidence that it wasn't Nines…but…" She bit her lip and shrugged, "I don't have any."
"So the whole thing with Nines's blood hunt isn't fixed?"
"I'm sorry…" She was on the verge of tears, "It isn't like I haven't been trying…" She pounded her fists on the mattress hopelessly, "It's…it's just so stressful…" She sniffed, "Running the club, taking care of Halcyon, checking on the Anarchs, making sure Therese is happy, covering Nines…" She shook her head as dark tears rolled down her cheeks, "I haven't forgotten about you, duckling, it's just…so much…I've never been responsible for this much…"
"It's okay. I'm not mad at you. Don't cry."
"You're not mad…?"
"No." She walked over and squeezed her.
Jeanette hugged her back, closing her eyes and sniffing as she held her close, then rubbed her shoulders, "You feel stiff as a rock…are you sure?"
"Skelter and I fought one of those freaking plague bearers…hell of a workout…"
A sly smirk appeared on Jeanette's lips, "Did you want a…post workout massage…?"
"You know, at first, I was tired of all the others making fun of me for being so…adventurous…but…then I had a few dreams about you…and realized that…I need you…to forget about it all…" She teared up, "The brother drama…Lark's death…all the other…bullshit in my life…" She gave her squeeze, "I…I just want to forget it…"
"You dreamed about me…?" Jeanette's eyes widened, she leaned in to whisper in her ear, "Tell me about your dreams, Anastasia…"
"What can I say? These last few days, you help me go to sleep. I just think about you. Then after I wear myself out I really go to sleep."
"After you wear yourself out…?" She asked as Anastasia felt hands slowly crawling around her waist and up her back, with just enough pressure to send chills down her spine, "I have a feeling you don't mean all those big missions you go on…I have a feeling you wear yourself out…" One hand on her back disappeared, only to take Anastasia's right hand and bring it up to Jeanette's lips, "With these…" She whispered, her breath warm against her fingertips. She slowly opened her mouth and slipped Anastasia's index and middle finger in her mouth, gently licking and sucking on them.
She decompressed slightly, kicking her heels off first, then she unzipped her dress, letting it slowly fall off her figure, "I'll let this answer your little query…"
Jeanette let out a sigh as her eyes slowly raked over every detail of her body that she could get, slowly reaching forward to let her fingers gently brush along Anastasia's collarbone, then they slid back over her shoulders and unclasped her bra. Jeanette's smirk widened as she slowly slipped the straps of Anastasia's bra over her arms, "Don't you think they're like prisons…?" She asked before her discolored eyes slid over to her breasts, "I never wear them…" She said softly, "I like to be free…"
"With a pair like yours, I can't say I blame you. Care for a rub?"
"Me?" She asked, "Oh, I would love one…but I feel like you're sorer than I am…" She said as she untied her own shirt, letting the thin white fabric fall to the mattress.
"A-Are you sure?" She asked timidly, "Jeanette…you're…so much older than me…so…wise behind your act when you need to be. I really respect that. I thought because of that I should take care of you first."
She giggled modestly, "You think I'm wise…? Oh, I'm so honored…it isn't every day I find someone so…so kind in my bed…usually it's…thirsty monsters who see me as prey…" She leaned in and planted a kiss on her chest, "You respect me…?" She asked as if it was too good to be true, "What did I do to deserve you…?" She whispered.
She bit her lip as she felt the cool press of Jeanette's lips against her, "Nothing. We're just…simply friends looking out for each other…well, friends with benefits…"
Jeanette shuddered and rubbed Anastasia's back, her smooth palms felt like ocean waves, one of her hands tracing the serpent that was wrapped around her torso. She followed it up her waist, and when she made it to the serpent's head, she gently held the breast, giving it a firm squeeze as she leaned in and left an open-mouthed kiss on her neck.
She let a sigh escape past her lips, holding Jeanette's head in place, "I…I just think….fucking a blonde…is such a rare thing for me…even when I was alive…and a blonde girl…" She shuddered, "The summary is, I really like your hair…"
Jeanette gently pulled her head away and pet the white highlight of hair, "Your hair is pretty too…is there a…a deep meaning for the white streak…? Like a part of you that was lost…?"
"Ha, ha, not really…" She smiled, "I just…thought…it would look sexy…if I dressed in all black, but had one…little glimmer…on me at all times…"
"Mmm…like a star in the cloudy sky…" She said as she reached a hand up and held Anastasia's cheek, "The city of Angels…that's where you're from, aren't you? That explains everything…"
She was about to correct her, about ready to go on and on about how she and Cadmus seemed to go all over the states at once, both when they were little and when they came of age. But tonight wasn't for thinking about her brother. It was for something a little different. She leaned forward and squeezed Jeanette close, kissing her hungrily, letting out a loud sigh as well.
Jeanette gladly let Anastasia's tongue win the battle of dominance, sliding the backs of her nails down her back to get a handful of her rear. Anastasia let out a groan, "You like that?" She asked lowly.
"I do…" Jeanette purred, giving her hips a squeeze before she cocked her head to the side a bit and held Anastasia's breasts, "What size…?" She whispered in her ear as she gently massaged her breasts in the palms of her hands.
"D." She bit through a groan, "I imagine that's your size…too…"
"Oh…you'd have to ask Therese…I have no clue…" She said as she gently rubbed Anastasia's stomach with one hand, the other slowly curved around to her back. Anticipation was thick in the air as Jeanette's hand moved up and down slowly, getting closer and closer to her panties, "She and I are the same size…not that she wears one either…"
She smiled, "I…I need to lay down…my…my back is getting tired…"
"Mmm hmm…" Jeanette let her lie back on the bed, then she stood up and let her skirt drop, "Socks on or off?"
"Whatever you want."
She quickly kicked her boots off and pulled off her socks, only left in a little red thong as she hopped up onto the bed and kneeled between Anastasia's legs, "Do you have any…sore spots…?" She asked, her hands deeply rubbing her thighs.
She sighed and relaxed a bit, "Just…my back…and…and my legs…my feet, as always…uh…I didn't mean to…sound impatient…earlier, I'm sorry…"
"Shh…" She hushed, gently taking one of her legs and massaging her ankles, "You wear heels…I love the way they make your ass look…"
"And…finally…they pay off…" She melted into Jeanette's bed a bit more, "I love your bed…it…it has to be yours…I can't see Therese liking a bed like this…"
"Oh no, this is my room…after all…Therese has an apartment down the street…she works here some nights…but…this is where I sleep…I love it here…so dark and brooding…" She said as she let go of her leg and leaned in over Anastasia's body. Her hands rested just beside her shoulders as she feverishly kissed her lips.
It was Anastasia's turn to grope Jeanette's ass as she kissed her back, "Jeanette…" She groaned through the kissing. Jeanette let out a high pitched moan herself and shuddered. Her tongue landing on Anastasia's chest, before she crawled down a bit and started licking and gingerly suckling on one of her breasts.
She gasped and closed her eyes, squeezing her tightly, "Just…be careful…"
Jeanette sat up and giggled a bit, "What, you think this is my first time since being Embraced…? I'll only poke holes if you want me to, but for now, you're my precious silver duckling, I'd never do something so cruel…"
"Okay…I…uh…it's just a sensitive area…sorry…"
"I'm sorry, sweetheart, I won't do it again…" She said as she gently rubbed the area before tilting her head like a curious puppy and slowly slipping Anastasia's panties away from her hips. Anastasia sighed and spread her legs, quivering a bit. "What's the matter?" Jeanette smirked, "You getting antsy…?"
"Uh-huh…" She shivered.
"Aw…you poor little kitten…" She rubbed her hips, "Do you want me to…taste the milk of your love or…reach in to make more…?" Her eyes were like an alternate universe, like they had a gravitational pull and were ready to suck Anastasia in.
"Whatever you want…please…"
Slowly, one hand reached around the arch of Anastasia's back to provide support, while her thumb circled the sensitive spot near her womanhood. It was only a moment later that Anastasia felt two of Jeanette's fingers enter her, curling just right and pumping in an out with a steady rhythm.
Anastasia bit her lip, before she started groaning over and over again, thrusting her hips out in a humping movement as Jeanette kept fingering her. She cried out Jeanette's name, clawing at the bedsheets.
Gradually slowing down, Jeanette's smirk only grew as she gently pulled her fingers away and stuck them in Anastasia's mouth. The look on her face made it evident that she was aware she stopped just as Anastasia was about to climax, she knew she was torturing her. She muttered something through the fingers in her mouth, hips still bucking in an effort to reach some sort of satisfactory conclusion.
Jeanette let out a sigh as she leaned her face in against her womanhood, her long tongue filling her up just enough. Her hands reached out and grabbed Anastasia's thighs as they wrapped around her neck, thankful she didn't need to breathe due to the grip around her neck. Anastasia screamed a bit more as she finally reached a satisfying climax, her erratic movements slowed down until she came to a complete stop.
Anastasia felt the bed rock as Jeanette flopped next to her, rubbing Anastasia's stomach, "Do you feel better now, duckling…?" She purred softly in her ear, she could feel Jeanette's breath fanning around her ear, "Did I help…clear your mind a little bit…?"
"Let me…let me get you…" She rasped.
"You have enough life in you?" She smiled, "Not that it will take much…it never takes much for me…" Anastasia crawled down a bit and pulled Jeanette's thong off, rubbing where the waistband of her skirt and thong would typically squeeze her. Jeanette let out a sigh as she squeezed the sheets, "You're such an angel…a gift from the sky…"
"You like that?" Anastasia smiled, still a bit tired from her own trip, "I thought there'd be a lot of…pressure there…"
"Yeah…" Her voice was a sigh, "That's nice…really nice…" She went down a little bit further and kissed her waistline, rubbing her lower abdomen as well. "Yeah…more…more…" She gripped the sheets, "Anastasia…" She sighed, her voice low and sultry.
"You know…I have to admit…it's pretty nice to know that the great Jeanette is reduced to a shy little vixen when she looks at me." She slowly started to finger her, "I hope the thought of a hot girl like me fucking you stays in your memory for a while…"
She let out a scream loud enough for the patrons downstairs to hear as her back arched and her hips bucked towards Anastasia, "You're…" She said through an ecstatic gasp, "The hottest yet…"
"Damn right I am." She bent back a bit more and kissed her sex, with an increasing frequency. Jeanette gasped for air, despite how much she didn't need it, her legs wrapped themselves around her waist as she begged her name through clenched teeth. "It's okay, keep going…" Anastasia whispered, stroking her butt with both her hands as she kept kissing her sex.
Jeanette let out a final scream as she reached a peak that Anastasia took her over, her entire body rattled over once more before she let out a sigh that sounded a lot like Anastasia's name.
Anastasia licked her lips, climbing back up to her side and kissing her lips, "There you go…"
Jeanette kissed her back, "I think you're one of the best things that's ever happened to me…"
She smiled, slipping out of her bed, "I gotta go now…before your sister…you know…kills me…" She picked up and bra and panties and put them back on.
"So soon…?" She asked, "She won't be back until sunset…" Jeanette couldn't even move.
"I know…but I'm a heavy sleeper…I…I don't trust myself…if…if I time it wrong…" She shuddered. But she wasn't above turning around adjusting the blankets for Jeanette, tucking her in.
Jeanette smiled as she made herself cozy, "Do you…ever want to do this again…?"
"Maybe. I have a lot on my plate right now."
"Of course…I look forward to it, kitten."
A/N: Yup…there it is. It was bound to happen. Well, what'd you think? Let me know with a review! Thanks for reading!