AU for _deadlydance_, set immediately after "The Price"

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She wasn't nervous. She had nothing to be nervous about. It wasn't like it was a romantic evening. They'd just worked so hard on the case, working to catch the rabid witch who'd been slaughtering innocent males. And they had, with Jaenelle's help. Now Jaenelle and Daemon were back on their honeymoon and she...

She was here in Amdarh, back how she had been, nursing the bruises Falonar had left. So, why, exactly was she changing her dress? The one she had on was perfectly acceptable. She was going out dancing with a friend. She could use a friend right now. What she couldn't use was a male thinking he was just going to sweep in and carry her off.

Not that he was probably thinking that, but she was suspicious.

He was a male, and years of seeing them abused by her own sex still hadn't made her trust them as a gender. Then again, she didn't trust most people.

With a growl at herself, she finally settled on a black dress with enough slink to impress and a enough swirl to make a statement on the dance floor, no matter how elegant and formal. Hair pinned half up, the rest left down. If people stared at her ears, so be it.

She was ready. It was going to be fun. She kept repeating that. Fun. With a friend.

Just a friend. He wasn't expecting anything. He wouldn't be that foolish.

She just wished she knew what he wanted.

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One hand reached her hair, tangling through the strands with almost too much force. The other traced her cheek, as gentle as the other was not.

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She whimpered a bit in the back of her throat, in a haze of need. Her teeth nipped at his lower lip, sharp, encouraging...whatever.

She was used to being in control. Each sigh and moan timed almost. But she ceded that here, letting her own need ride to meet his. Nails sinking into skin, just to hold on, she leaned into his gentle touch as much as the hand in her hair would allow.

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He eased them both towards the bed with slightly less grace than he was accustomed to.

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She almost fell back onto it when her legs hit the edge of the bed. A slight chuckle at her own lack of grace and then she sat, tugging him down with her, laying back.

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He focused his mouth on her neck and collarbone, remembering her pleasure from before.

*You should laugh more often*

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She purred again, tilting her head to the side.

*I'll have to find more reasons to*

That little shiver there? That chill left by the flash of heat? That was a good reason for a very delighted sound that, if not fully a laugh, was fairly close.

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He kissed her again, pushing her into the bed as he swallowed the sound for himself.

*See? Nice.*

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She hummed her pleasure, her voice a breath more than a purr in his head.

*Very nice*

Her foot traced his calf as one hand buried itself in his hair, fingers curling.

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He rocked against her once, tongue reaching the roof of her mouth.

He could of used the Craft to make her dress dissapear, but he reached down and took pleasure in sliding it upward.

Inch. By slow. Inch.

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The slow seduction was driving her slightly mad. It wasn't what she was used to, such attention being given to her pleasure. She whimpered slightly, fingers running down his back, sliding over skin. She trailed them along the waistband of his pants until she was able to unfasten them.

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He broke their kiss, and continued to push her dress higher until it pooled around her waist. His mouth traced over her legs, and hips, finding the muscles she had used eariler -- in their dancing.

Every so often Rainier brought tongue and teeth into play, at purposefully unexpected intervals.

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Surreal's back arched off the bed a time or two. She cried out softly when he moved over sensitive spots, her fingers tightening in his hair, drifting over his face, touching wherever she could reach.

A sort of wondering, not shy, but reaching toward the rarity of it all.

*Rainier...*

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One hand reached to thread through the dark curls between her thighs.

*Yes, Surreal?*

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She whimpered, arching into his fingers.

*Mother Night...*

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Rainier paused, physically removing his ring, and dropping the Jewel onto the blankets. Whatever was done to Surreal, he would do it. The Craft could be used -- later. They could expand, later.

Later.

Was an excellent word.

"I don't think that is what you were originally going to say."

Thumb returning to tease her curls, he gently slid two fingers inside, exploring her warmth.

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"I...don't remember..." She gasped, tightening around his fingers.

Her fingers stroked through his hair, letting pleasure wash over her.

"Please..."

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Fingers moved slowly inside her. Again. As he listened for what pleased her.

"What do you want Surreal?"

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It wasn't a question she'd heard often. She wasn't sure how to answer it except with one breathless word, arching off the bed.

"You.."

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"That can be arranged."

His eyes locked with hers, then flicked down to what remained to what remained of his clothes. Then up again.

"With your assistance, Lady."

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She smiled, shifting a bit. She kissed him deeply, then reached to push his pants down. Her hand closed around him, stroking smoothly, as her other hand guided him closer.

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He broke the kiss just long enough to tug what remained of Surreal's dress over her head. He muttered a quiet thanks that there were no complicated corsets, or underwear underneath. If that was because they had never been there, or because he had vanished them earlier with his own speeding thoughts? Rainier was past caring.

At least.

About that.

"My lead," he almost purred, resting one hand on her hip, before entering her slowly.

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She cried out softly, lifting her hips to meet him, tightening around him, pulling him deeper.

"Your lead..." she repeated breathlessly.

She slid her arms back around him, palms stroking up his back, then nails back down.

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He settled on another waltz, easing in and out of her with a dedicated control. So dedicated, it didn't take long for the fine sheen of sweat to apear on his skin.

Every one of his senses was attuned to her.

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She kept her eyes open for once, holding his. Found his rhythm, matching it, still letting him lead. Her instincts to push him harder and faster might just...she didn't want to ruin this. Wanted to see where this focus led.

Her fingers drifted through the sweat on his skin, heat spiraling through her. She traced the line of his cheek then kissed him softly as she met him, pulling him deeper each time.

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He drove down, then arched in. The up. And then again.

Moaned into her mouth at the way she took him in.