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[anita_blake]

So, Anita's been busy.

In the meddlesome, over-protective, annoying way she usually is, but she has been busy.

However, at the moment, she is preparing to step back through the door to St. Louis. She had spent most of the time with her pard and Damian, but had run across Richard a couple of times. Tense, as usual, and the conversation always short-lived. She was always chasing after someone, needing to be somewhere else.

Tonight, though, she's seated in a booth, readying herself to go back to the city.

To go back, tell Jean-Claude about this place, and drag his ass back somehow.

But, before she does that, she's hoping to talk to a couple of people.

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[anita_blake]

"I don't need to be corrupted," Anita says, trying her best to be miffed. "I am perfectly fine as I am. Hang ups and all."

[chartreuse_eyed]

"Oh yes, dozens of hang-ups," he says into the side of her neck. "You are perfectly fine to me."

[anita_blake]

Anita shivers, tilting her head a little more for him.

"Good, 'cause I don't think I can change."

[chartreuse_eyed]

He nips at her throat, smiling. "You want to be very, very late picking up Jean-Claude?"

[anita_blake]

"I don't think he'll mind," she murmurs, turning her head enough to kiss him, sliding her tongue into his mouth as she shifts against him.

[chartreuse_eyed]

"Good," he teases, turning her over so her front is pressed against him as they recline. "Though unfortunately we can't do anything...here."

[anita_blake]

Anita nuzzles his throat, her hands pressed to his chest.

"Then I suggest we find somewhere we can do something."

[chartreuse_eyed]

He chuckles, and pulls her close. "As usual, stellar idea. I have a room, if you don't mind it looking plain. Got a bed..."

[anita_blake]

"A bed is all that's necessary," she says, biting at his throat.