[anita blake]

[im_a_toughguy]

This was probably going to the best way he'd ever kicked off a New year. He was in a good mood, he was with his girl, he was completely smashed and he was going to get some. It had to be a fucking record for good new year's, and he could only hav made it better by being completely ston-- oh holy shit the trees were fucking singing"This is going to

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[ab_executioner]

Anita wasn't sure exactly how much he had to drink. Still, it was hard not to get caught up in his good mood. The walk to his hut actually seemed shorter somehow, but that could be because she was looking forward to this. And for once she wasn't about to question it. "Let's take it a step at a time, though you know I'm willing to try and grasp awesome, but let's just see where it goes." She could tell she was grinning.

[im_a_toughguy]

"Oh, don't worry, you can set the pace." He assured her. After all, that's what he'd been doing since August. Anita wasn't the kinda chick you pushed into stuff, he'd been able to tell that right off the bat, but he figured they'd at least gotten to the point where he could throw out suggestions.

And did he have some suggestions.

The door to his hut was easy, even when the buildings changed no locks were installed. Any other day he would have hated that, but tonight it was easy to turn the knob, throw his weight against it and in they went.

[ab_executioner]

She almost suggested that maybe she shouldn't be the one to set the pace, but as she entered the ex-hut she decided against it. She was comfortable with Freddy, but there was still a lot she wasn't completely over, and she wanted to make sure each step wasn't just because of what she wanted to leave behind.

She turned to him her voice just slightly deeper. "Now where were we?"

[im_a_toughguy]

The deepening of a woman's voice was always like an internal shot going straight for the groin. Most guys wouldn't say it, but it was like one of the biggest turn ons when stuff started happening.

"I think," he started, the room swaying somewhat, but that was okay because for some reason Anita was perfectly still. "That we were here," he slipped his hands back onto her waist and leaned in for a kiss, his fingers teasing the hem of her shirt and inching underneath.