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A Willow In Wolf's Clothing

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Summary: Willow transfers to Washington University at St. Louis to get away from things that go bump in the night. Too bad for her that things go bump in the night in St. Louis too. Willow/Richard

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Anita Blake > Willow-Centered > Pairing: RichardCarolFR153138,754103599,1803 Jan 0328 Jan 03Yes

The Morning After

Chapter 28


Willow woke up to absolute contentment. She found herself ensnared

in a warm tangle of sheets and limbs. She opened her eyes to a

world tinted in red. Oh, she was looking through her hair. She

brushed it out of her face and was presented with a wonderful

sight. Richard still asleep.


He looked so peaceful in his sleep. Completely without care. His

long brown hair was a tousled mess across his face. Willow

delicately brushed it away revealing one of his ears. She

couldn’t help the temptation. She reached up and gave a delicate

nibble along the outer edge. She got a sleepy moan in response.

She daintily licked what she had previously nibbled. Richard’s

arms tightened around her waist.


Richard slowly opened his eyes to the naughty expression on

Willow’s face. “What are you thinking about my little

minx?”


Willow gave a devilish grin and proceeded to show him. She

continued her nibbling and licking down his neck along the jugular.

He gave a shudder of delight.


She stopped her ministrations to his groan of disappointment. She

was such an evil tease. Willow had to ask, “So, you going to

make me breakfast?”


Richard gave an evil grin of his own. “After a while, I might be

persuaded.” He then began a slow and thorough erotic torture of

every inch of Willow. She couldn’t complain. She hadn’t

really worked up an appetite, yet.

~~~~~~

Eventually, they made their way downstairs to the kitchen. They had

made several stops along the way for kisses and naughty touching.

Willow believed Richard to be insatiable and that she might have the

makings of nymphomania.


Richard picked up Willow and placed her on top of the kitchen

counter to supervise his cooking. She was clad in one of his

numerous flannel shirts. The hem came almost to her knees. She

felt safe and content surrounded in the woodsy scent of Richard.

She watched him get out dishes and food items.


Richard had his long brown hair loose about his shoulders. He was

only wearing jeans at Willow’s insistence. She liked to have an

unobstructed view of his muscular chest. He didn’t mind. She

had ways of persuasion that he found to be very nice.


The making of breakfast was a slow and drawn out affair. Richard

couldn’t go very long without another fix of Willow kisses. She

wasn’t helping matters by openly leering at him. She

couldn’t help herself. He was yummy.


After Richard almost burnt the eggs, Willow composed herself. She

could behave. She didn’t want them to burn the house down.

Where would they go then for nookie?


Richard picked her up and sat her down on his lap at the kitchen

table. They proceeded to feed each other in between more bouts of

kissing. Willow was feeling heavenly. She didn’t think that she

wanted to ever leave. Richard was addictive.


The moment of peace was rudely interrupted by a pounding on the

door. Richard was surprised that anyone would be coming to see him

on a Sunday morning. He scooted Willow off of his lap to go and

investigate. Willow sat back down at the table to finish

breakfast. She had worked up quite the appetite by their early

morning activities.


Willow’s curiosity became piqued when she heard a loud argument

brewing in the living room. Richard was speaking angrily to a woman

by the sound of voices Willow heard. She walked out of the kitchen

and down the hallway to the living room. She saw one of the last

people she would want to see in the morning or at all.


The notorious Anita Blake had come to call. She didn’t look at

all happy. She had her hands fisted upon her hips. Her eyes were

darkened almost to black with rage. Willow could feel the anger

rolling off Anita. Willow wondered what had gotten stuck up

Anita’s ass and why she was bothering them. Willow soon found

out.


Anita scowled at Willow’s entrance into the living room.

“So, here’s the reason that you had difficulty maintaining

your shields last night and this morning.”


Willow gave a perplexed look at Richard. He shrugged his shoulders.


Anita turned back towards Richard. “Did you do it so that I

would feel jealous? Are you still that petty? I didn’t sleep

with Micah to spite you. You know, this. It’s the ardeur.”


Richard’s posture stiffened at Micah’s name. “No, you

slept with Jean-Claude to spite me. We were engaged at the time.

Did I mean that little to you?”


Anita’s face blushed at Richard’s question. Before she could

utter any defense, Richard continued on with his angry rant.


“And speaking of Jean-Claude, does he get his kicks out of

interfering with my life? You know him better than me. You sleep

with him after all.”


Willow and Anita both shared looks of confusion. What had Jean-

Claude had to do with any of this?


Anita asked the question that was burning in both of their

minds. “What has Jean-Claude done to you lately?”


Richard angrily pulled the hair back from his face. Obviously, Jean-

Claude was a sore point for Richard. “Jean-Claude has attempted

to keep me and Willow apart. I bet he felt his precious power base

might be threatened if I loved anyone other than you.”


Willow felt herself sinking into despair. She really was a pawn.

She had gotten sucked into the power games of the triumvirate. She

felt used. Did Richard care about her at all? Was he just using

her to get at Jean-Claude and Anita?


She felt her that she might be suffocating. She had to get out of

there and away from all this drama. She didn’t want to cry in

front of Anita or Richard. She wanted to be safe at her aunt’s

house before she let herself crumble into a heaping mass of

sadness. Maybe happiness just wasn’t in the cards for her.


Richard and Anita continued their heated discussion. They were

completely oblivious to Willow’s flight back to Richard’s

bedroom. She needed to get changed and to make good with her

escape. She wasn’t going to be used like this anymore. Screw

Anita, Jean-Claude, and especially Richard!
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