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no tongue's drier than mine, i'll come when i get back (rp for <user site="livejournal.com" user="co

(Backdated to Valentine's Day 'cause slow mun iz slow. :p)

It took every last one of her feminine charms, but with a little effort and a lot of sex, she managed to keep Ash so distracted he couldn't make plans for Valentine's Day. She'd even tracked down his assistant and asked her to keep his schedule clear and derail any attempts he might make to reserve a restaurant or plan an event.

She had plans of her own, and they were absolutely going to trump any fancy bistro he could track down.

It took some doing, but blessedly her connections were still intact, and with some effort she assembled what she would need for the event. Boxes were sent via courier, music was selected, and lighting was set up in advance of the event, which Anne was taking incredible pains to organize flawlessly. Even the ride was rigged: rather than drive him and have him figure it out on the way, for the night Anne used her expense account to rent a limo, choosing one with tinted windows on purpose. Instructing Ash to pick her up at her place at six PM, he arrived on time and looking delicious...as was his usual.

She was weighing the pros and cons of inviting him in and getting sidetracked for an hour when the limo pulled into her driveway shortly after his arrival. Damn.

Adjusting the strap of her red leopard print dress, she reached up to fuss with Ashley's collar and smiled ruefully as they stood in her doorway. "If only you could learn to show up an hour early..." she sighed wistfully, kissing his jaw. Ducking back in to grab her clutch and make sure her hair was straight, she exited the house and shut the door before he could do anything remotely persuasive to entice her back inside.

Locking the knob set, she turned to him and slid her arm through his. "Off with us now...I have something very special planned for tonight. Even you are going to be astounded, Mr. Moneybags, 'cause this night came free. Of. Charge. Come on, scoot!"

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"Well," His head tilted to the side and he grinned. "Both our names start with the same letter....so.....take it how you want, baby."

A ring. Yeah, he had looked at them. He had debated. He even left the store with one. Then he panicked. Took it back and got the necklace. He knew he was going to freak her out if he rushed too quickly. "Shut up, of course I had to."

Anne let out a huff, laughing as she kissed him again. Holding on tight for just a moment, she let herself bask in the warm glow of raw desire that she could never seem to shake around the man, along with the infinitely precious warmth of being cherished.

"I love you." she repeated as she drew away, nuzzling his jaw tenderly before drawing back to meet his gaze. "More than I did twenty minutes ago, I think." Pausing, she drew back a bit more, wrapping her stuffed animal firmly in a hug as she nodded towards the limo. "Now scoot. We're running behind...you have more than earned your Valentine's Day present, buster."

She was constantly adorable, but when she was demanding and had an agenda, even better. Holding up his hands in surrender Ashley chuckled and nodded. "I like presents." He wasn't going to tell her that she didn't have to. Or any of that chivalrous crap. Not when she looked so damn pleased with herself.

Ducking down he got into the limo. If anyone looked at home in the stretched out towncar it was Ashley.

Anne followed him into the limo, where she set down her stuffed wolf and immediately addressed the task of taking her new necklace out of the box so she could put it on. Turning her back to Ashely in silent request for help, she lifted the ends of the chain for him to take so she could hold her hair aside while he secured the clasp.

"I'm going to wear this all night. Trust me, it'll matter later." she declared cryptically, a wicked smile on her face as the limo pulled out of her driveway. She could already imagine how it would look under the lights, nestled in the hollow of her throat as she swayed beneath the lights of the stage...

He fastened the clasp and finished with a kiss just under the delicate chain. His hand slid over her shoulders and down her arms. "It'll matter later. What's that suppose to mean?" From the tone of her voice he got the feeling he would like whatever it was.

Personally he wouldn't hate to see her wearing nothing but that necklace. He had yet to let her go or let her turn around, her neck was exposed and he did what he had been thinking of from the moment she appeared at the door. Against the smooth skin of her neck he raked his teeth, gently biting the skin.

"You'll see." she singsonged, tilting her head to give him more room to nibble at her neck as she settled back into his arms contentedly. She imagined she was glowing so bright she was actually shining like a star, or at least that was how she felt. She was no stranger to Valentine's Day, but this year...it was so much different in how much it was the same. Gifts, snuggling, necking, and later sex...

But Ash wasn't like the others. Not like the humans, the girls, the distant cousins who sometimes helped when she had that particular itch that required scratching. He was different...in every way that mattered, he was hers.

"I see how it is. Trying to keep secrets from me." Ashley gently pinned her hands behind her back with one hand. His warm lips teased her collar as he tried to slide the single strap of her dress out of the way. "Never done it in a limo..."

"Keep dreaming, Tiger." she giggled, gently twisting her wrists free of his grip. Pushing him back lightly, she shifted to sit sideways on his lap, stealing a kiss as she did.

"Firstly, if there's motion on the ocean, the driver will know what we're doing, and I'll have to die of embarrassment." she explained practically, smoothing her hands over his shoulders, watching the little paths her fingers traced over the buttery soft fabric of his typically expensive suit. "And secondly, we both need to save our energy. If I waste it all now, your present could suffer."

Which was truth. More than once, she'd done it before a show and lacked a little something onstage. Early on, she had figured out the difference between a remarkable performance and a merely satisfactory one: wanting it. Dancing lost its urgency, its edge when she strutted out onstage, glowing with satisfaction. When she lacked that hunger, that genuine need to be touched, to be taken, she never shone quite as bright.

She wanted Ashely to see her at her best...wanted to leave him in a pool of his own lustful drool when all was said and done.

Just the idea of it made her grin as she stole another kiss.

His brow slowly rose over his bright eyes. He'd need his energy for what she had planned. God he hoped so. "How much longer until I get this present?" Ashley shifted under her weight, clearly he was already getting a little worked up. "Not sure I can wait much longer."

Far as he was concerned he had his present sitting in his lap. He didn't need anything else, just her.

"Fortunately not long, we're very close." she grinned, kissing the tip of his nose playfully as she toyed with his collar. Letting her forehead rest against his amicably, she fiddled with laying it flat, then flipping it up, buttoning and unbuttoning the top button of his shirt in an easy, familiar fashion. She enjoyed touching him, owning him in these private little moments she didn't share with anyone else.

"I do hope you're hungry, though, because food is involved...and you're to do exactly as I say when we arrive at the present's location." she instructed with a smirk. "Deviation from these rules will result in the premature exposure of your present, and as such, forfeit of said present. Agreed?"

Letting his eyes close and his head fall back against the seat, Ash sighed. Defeated. "Agreed."

Yeah he was hungry, but not for food. "You better be on the fucking menu." It was Valentine's. He had better be getting his girl as dessert.

Beaming, Anne followed him, laying her head against his shoulder as his head fell back, curling more securely into him as her forehead pressed perfectly into the line of his neck.

"Sweetie, the day I'm not on the menu is the day I'm six feet underground." she sighed happily, poking his stomach ticklishly. "And even then, I'm yours if you're feeling ghoulish and kinky. We should discuss that, you know...if I'm truly mated to you for life, we ought to get married. It's really the most logical thing."

"Married?" He'd thought about it. A lot. There had been a ring in that black box she opened until he rationalized that it was too soon and he was insane. "You don't think it's a little....soon for that?" Clearing his throat his eyes opened and he looked at her with all seriousness. "Not that I am saying its too soon for me. I just- really? Married?"

"It's the only practical thing to do." she pointed out calmly as she lifted her head just enough to meet his gaze. "You were very clear that if we made love, you were mated to me for life. Granted, I'm not so bound, but I do feel it a bit...that pull. And my kind mate for life, so once we've been mated in the eyes of my people, a legal marriage is reasonable, if a bit redundant."

She paused, smiling just a little sheepishly as she bumped her nose against his. "I have to confess, I'm not asking so much as informing. It's going to happen, sweetie. A long engagement is perfectly fine with me, if you're more comfortable that way. My family might even prefer it...what about yours? Oni and everyone?"

He snorted at that. "Oni will love a long engagement. More time to be a shit about it." Yeah that comment he made to Logan on their wedding day was going to come back to bite him in the ass. He could feel it in his bones.

"It is, huh." Ash teased her. "You asking me then?"

"Only if I get to buy you an engagement ring." she giggled, nuzzling his cheek. "Otherwise? Sorry, buster, but you're just going to have to be traditional and get down on one knee."

Just then the limo began to slow. Picking up on it, Anne cursed the driver's timing and kissed Ashley's chin quickly before sliding off his lap and moving across the limo to tap on the driver's partition. When it lowered just a crack, she peeked out and saw they were on the street they needed...about five minutes from the club.

Taking a deep breath to calm her suddenly jittery stomach, she drew away as the partition slid up again and moved back to Ashley's side, forsaking his lap to straighten herself back out. "We're almost there."

"You really want that? To marry me?" He was a little surprised to hear it actually. Cocky as he may be he's spent a long time alone. Hell, this whole having real friends thing was still pretty strange for him. Ash had people in his life because of his money. Most people didn't want much else from him and he'd learned not to give much more then just that.

With his hands resting on her thighs he could all but feel the excited tension thrumming through her body. Anne was electric. She felt more then just alive in his hands.

"With a prenup, of course...I'm not marrying you for your money." she replied breezily, smiling as she leaned in and bumped her nose affectionately against his cheek, unconsciously echoing his thoughts. "But the short answer is simple: I'd have to be crazy not to want to marry you, Ashley Savery."

Shortly after, the limo slowed and came to a stop. Turning to Ashley, Anne beamed like an excited little girl, all but bouncing in her seat.

"Okay, before you get out," she explained, "remember a little while back when I got so excited because a Scores was opening here in LA?"

You might think that a man in Ashley’s position would be thrilled to hear the words prenup come up, to not be the one to have to bring that and his attorney’s to the table. If you thought that you would be wrong. He didn’t really like the idea. It was like planning for disaster. Yeah, he probably should plan for bad things to happen, but he was a little old fashioned about this. What is mine is yours. For better or worse.

A prenup felt like he was saying, I hope this works out, but a part of me thinks it won’t. Ashley didn’t like that.

“No. No prenup. I don’t want it.”

He nodded. “Yeah, I think I recall that…” Of course he did. She was adorable when she got all pumped up and excited. Ashley had half expected her to jump up and down on the bed. Which he wouldn’t have protested one bit. Turning his head he smirked when he saw the sign.

“That’s my present? You're taking me to a strip club?”

He was sold. Ashley was going to marry this girl.

Anne opened her mouth to argue, but closed it fairly swiftly. She didn't want to argue about it tonight, and she really wanted Ash to propose soon. She was close enough to engaged for the moment, however, to table the discussion for later.

Instead, she opened the door with a grin and watched his face as he saw the sign. Beaming, she nodded and leaned in to kiss him.

"I'm taking us to a strip club. You forget, I enjoy the view just as much as you do." she teased, nipping at his lower lip. "Come on, I reserved a table stageside."

He did forget that more often then he remembered. The way she looked at him and touched him made it hard to think about her being like that with women. Not that it bothered him, he just couldn’t picture it.

As they walked into the club he had taken his phone from his pocket and sent a message to Chrissy. Call my jeweler. Go pick up the one I put back. Needed it like ten minutes ago.

It didn’t matter that it was Valentine’s or a Sunday. What he wanted he got. Ashley was sort of like that bitchy dragon lady in The Devil Wears Prada, though he was sure he paid better. Chrissy would get a fat bonus for going out of her way for her boss. Tucking the phone away he smirked at her and kissed her when she nipped his lip. “Lead the way, doll.”

"Leading the way...and taking this!" Anne chirped, slipping her hand into his pocket to retrieve his cell phone. Before he could protest, she held up a restraining hand, busying herself with altering some of the settings before she stopped in the middle of the entry and handed it back to him.

"The other night while you were sleeping, I took the liberty of downloading a particularly loathsome and humiliating ringtone to your phone." she informed him breezily. "And your ringer volume is set to high. Now I won't tell you what's on there, but if you have any business calls coming in to interrupt our night, I suggest you take ten minutes to ensure they don't come, or else you'll find out just what evil thing I put there."

Beaming, she slipped her hand in his and led him along again. "Now...let's get our table." Stopping by the doorman, she waved. "Hi, Forsythe, party of two?"

"Forsythe...yes, right here. This way, Mrs. Forsythe."

"Oh, it's still Miss, but the mistake is a compliment, I promise." she laughed, pulling Ashley eagerly along.

Ashley just laughed. "You are a shithead." He snickered as he retrieved his phone and set to work on turning everything to silent. Except his text messages. Those would vibrate, he needed to tell Chrissy where to make the delivery.

Giving a tug on her hand he stopped her short, leaning over to whisper in her ear. "But I love you, so it's okay."

Anne feigned shock, grinning as he added the 'I love you' to soften it.

"You better, else I'll spank you, you bad boy." she growled playfully, stealing a kiss as she waved at a dancer she recognized when they passed. Earning a wave back, they threaded through the crowd to sit at a table by the edge of the stage. There was better seating throughout the club, private booths and VIP tables where they could have had some privacy, but the table was still quite nice, complete with a bouquet of red roses in the center.

Delicately taking her seat, Anne rummaged in her clutch and pulled out a small stack of singles, handing them to Ash as he settled in beside her.

"Happy Valentine's Day." she beamed. "I knew you might not be prepared, so I brought enough for the whole class."

"A man can dream." If she wanted to spank him, he wouldn't say no. He'd be a damn fool to tell her no over anything.

With the ones in his hand he laughed. "This is my present?" She knew him pretty well, he was a card carrier. Never had cash. Right then he knew, even more then he did in the car, this was the girl.

In his pocket his phone vibrated and he pulled it out. Swatting Anne's hand away he told Chrissy where to drop the package. "Last one I swear."

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