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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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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."

"Part of your present...the night is young." she smirked, eyes widening appreciatively as a redhead with dangerous curves and perfectly proportioned breasts took the stage. The smirk turned to a grin as she slipped her own stack of ones out of her purse and set it on the table.

Getting to her feet, Anne met the stripper as she strutted over and bent with a smile. Returning it, Anne was in no hurry as she hooked her finger in the girl's g-string and slid the dollar in, letting her fingers linger just briefly before she released the dancer to tend her other customers.

Slipping delicately back into her seat, Anne let out a shaky breath as her hand found Ashley's leg and gripped hard enough to bruise.

"Oh, you are so getting well laid tonight." she informed him quietly, leaning into his body as her gaze roamed the club.

"Of course I am." His body shifted closer to hers as she leaned in. A wandering hand slid dangerously up her thigh over the silky fabric of her dress.

"Yeah, the night is young...lots more to come." Innuendo anyone? His eyes followed where she was looking, yeah he was a little curious about what she liked in other women.

Sweetie, you have no idea. she thought to herself as she eyed a brunette across the room, providing a lap dance for another customer.

She was getting ready to favor the redhead onstage with another couple of singles when a hand touched her shoulder. Turning, she spied one of the waitresses smiling pleasantly.

"Miss Forsythe? The...um...matter is taken care of. You have about fifteen minutes."

"Thanks." she whispered, dismissing the waitress with a nod. The matter, of course, was the black gown (http://www.fredericks.com/Satin_Gown/44777,default,pd.html?cgid=li16) and matching underwear (http://www.playboystore.com/nshop/product.php?view=detail&productid=PB-4411048&startColor[]=&page=1&dept=lingerie&category=BedroomFantasy&groupName=BedroomFantasy) that made up one of her favorite costumes from her dancing days, now waiting for her in the dressing room backstage.

Turning back to Ashley, she favored him with her best innocent smile before pointing to the stage, where the redhead was departing so a cute little brunette with impressive cleavage could take her place.

"What do you think of her? Tits are too big for my tastes. Too much like mine, I wish I was smaller."

"I wish you weren't insane." Ashley muttered as he fought the urge to slide his hands up to her perfectly round breasts and squeeze. "Pretty. Not my thing. I like blonds."

His lips brushed the shell of her ear as he spoke lowly. "What's in fifteen minutes?"

"Ooh! Good answer." she purred, turning to kiss his cheek and smile at his question.

"In fifteen minutes, it'll be fifteen minutes later than it is now." she teased shifting away reluctantly to rise from her seat. "Now be a good boy and enjoy the show...I'll be right back, I need to powder my nose."

Blowing him a farewell kiss as she stood, Anne strolled away, moving through the sea of bodies until she could double back and sneak through a service door marked EMPLOYEES ONLY. Showing her ID to the security guard by the door, she made her way back to the dressing room, where she was greeted warmly by the other dancers.

It took only five minutes to get dressed, and another ten to do her makeup before topping off the ensemble with opera gloves and a top hat. Once she was ready, she slipped around and signaled for the announcer to begin her introduction.

"Thank you, everyone, for visiting Scores this evening! For our next dancer, I want to ask you all to be generous with your tips, because this performer will be graciously donating all those hard-earned dollars to the American Red Cross, in support of the relief efforts in Haiti. You may know her from her early days heating up the Sunset Strip, or you may recognize her from the pages of the Playboy centerfold...whether she's your fantasy girl, Miss June, or the woman you're dreaming of this Valentine's Day, she's sure to make all your wishes come true! Hailing from Boston, she's as sweet and delicate as her namesake...put your hands together for the flower we like to call...WISTERIA!!!"

The slow, staccato beat of Peggy Lee's "Fever" rang out in the club as Anne fought to calm her hammering heart. Making herself count the beats, she waited for the opening sequence to repeat before a single gloved hand emerged, snapping in time.

A moment later, hat perched jauntily atop her head, Anne shimmied out into view and struck a sultry pose, seeking out Ashley's eyes in the crowd in the "clutty" dancer's costume she'd sworn for so long to show him.

It was perfect timing on her behalf, though she could not know that. Just a couple minutes after Anne disappeared, Ashley was tapped on the shoulder by a familiar face. Into his hand Chrissy dropped the little black box.

"You're welcome." She smirked at him, after rubbing her hand over his bald head. "Oh, and good luck, boss."

He popped the lid open and grinned. Luck. What did he need luck for? Looking up at Chrissy he chuckled. "Get yourself something nice."

"Already did." The tip of her finger teased the lobe of her ear. Light caught the substantially sized diamonds, making them sparkle.

"Ouch." Ashley laughed.

Just as quickly as she came, she was gone. When he turned back to the stage his jaw damn near hit his lap. She looked....

Beautiful. He could hear how fast her heart beat which only made his beat faster. It did something to him to know she got worked up like that over him. Pulling out a few of the ones he wiggled a finger at her. Come to daddy.

Never know how much I love you
Never know how much I care
When you put your arms around me
I get a fever that's so hard to bear
You give me fever...

Meeting his look with a broad smile, she pirouetted before she began a slow, vampy strut across the stage in time with the music. Tongue nudging her upper lip between her teeth as she smiled, she made it to front stage center before she dipped her head and gracefully rolled the top hat off her head and down her arm to catch it in her hand. Setting it onstage, bills started to find their way into it almost right away as she flung her head back, hair cascading down over her shoulders as she focused her gaze on Ash.

Extending one gloved hand to him, she crooked a finger invitingly, then surprised him by offering her hand openly in silent invitation to join her onstage.

This part was his real Valentine's Day present: his own personal lap dance.

Rising out of the seat he unbuttoned his jacket and laid it on the table. Then tucked the ring box in his pocket. Opportunity was knocking loud and clear. Taking her hand he pulled himself up on stage. Bending down he dropped a couple bills in her hat with a grin the size of a crescent moon. Still holding her hand Ashley looked her up and down as he forced her to do a turn for him.

“Pretty sure the way that dress hugs your ass is illegal in all fifty states.” He growled lowly as he licked his lips.

Anne let him spin her, then pirouetted straight into his arms, still moving with the music as her back pressed to his front, hips swaying gently in time as she smirked at him over her shoulder.

"Good to know I still have that magic touch." she purred, distracting Ash for just that moment as a stagehand deftly stepped in and set a chair in the middle of the stage. Turning in his arms, she pushed him back gently until the backs of his legs felt the chair so he could take a seat.

"Club rules." she reminded him with a whisper in his ear after he was seated, gloved hands skimming over his shoulders. "No touching the dancers...got it?"

The magic touch? Yeah, she had it. Ash was a little worried about how good she was, he wouldn't want anything embarrassing to pop up. The second he saw her on stage he felt the blood rush from one head to the other.

"No touching. Got it." Which made him want to touch her even more. He kind of liked that. Maybe he'd have to let her tie his hands up sometime.

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