Extraits de The Harlequin (15ème tome)
|Sujet: Extraits de The Harlequin (15ème tome) Dim 13 Mai 2007, 14:14|| |
J'avais le premier chapitre mais comme vous l'avez déjà, je ne le remets pas. Pour ce qui est des autres extraits, ils sont chronologiques mais je ne peux vous dire à quel moment précisément ils se déroulent dans l'histoire. Euh, je ne les ai pas traduis (lire l'anglais c'est dans mes cordes mais la traduction ....
). Pour l'instant je ne vous mets que les 2 premiers extraits car ça prend pas mal de temps de tout taper, surtout que ces deux là sont vachement longs. Enfin, je trouve.
Le premier extrait nous parle de la conversation entre Anita et Edward lorsqu'elle l'appelle à la rescousse.I sat on the edge of the bathtub, waiting for Edwrd to come to the phone. I’d insisted on privacy for the phone call, thought I’d told Jean-Claude and Micah who I was trying to call. Jean-Claude had said only, “Help would not be unwelcome.” The commend said, clearly, that he xas xorried. The more worried I realized he was, the more worried I got.I heard noise over the phone, movement. The phone was picked up, and I heard Edward’s voice say, “Hang up the other extension, Peter”. A second later he spoke directly into the phone. “Anita, Peter said you needed help, my kind of help.” His voice was empty middle-of-nowhere accent. It was his normal voice; when he was playing Ted Forrester, good ol’ boy, he had a drawl.“I didn’t say I needed hel,” I said.“Then why did you call?”“Can’t I just call to that?”He laughed, and the laugh was strangely familiar. I realized it was an echo of Peter’s laugh earlier, or maybe Peter’s laugh was an echo of Edward’s. They weren’t genetically related, I knew that so what was with the laugh? Imitation, maybe.“You would never call me just to chat, Anita. That’s not what we do for each other.” Helaughed again, and murmures, “Called to chat”, as if the idea was too ridiculous for words.“I do not need you to be condescending, thanks anyway”. I was angry and had no right to be. I’d called him, and it was me I was angry at. I was wishing I hadn’t called for so many reasons.“What’s wrong?” he asked, not taking offense. He knew me too well to let a little angry outburst bother him.I opened my mouth, closed it, then said, “I’m trying to decide where to start.”“Start with the dangerous part?” There, that was Edward, not “start at the beginnine”, but “start with the dangerous part”.“I did call for backup, but I have toher backup already. It’s not you, but it’s not a bunch of amateurs either.” I was being honest. The wererats were almost completely ex-military, ex-police, or ex-criminals. Some of the werehu=yenas were the same flavor of professional. I had help. I shoudn’t have called Edward.“You sound like you’re trying to talk yourself out os asking me for help,” he said, and his voice was curious-not warried, just curious.“I am.”“Why?”“Because Peter answering the phone made me realize that it’s not all fun and games anymore. If I get you killed, then they lose another father. I don’t want to have to explain that to Peter, or Donna, oe Becca.”“But especially Peter,” he said.“Yeah”, I said.“Since you can’t lie to me, just tell me, Anita.” His voice was a little softer now, a little feeling to it. Edward liked me; we were friends. He’d miss me if I was gone, ad I miss him, but there was still a litlle question about whether one day, we’d find ourselves on the opposite sides of a problem, and have to finally see wich of us was the better man. I was hopping that day never came, because there was no way for me to win the fight now; dead or alive, we’d both lose.“Do you know what the Harlequin is?” I asked.“A French clown?” he said, and let himself sound puzzled.“Do you know it in any other context?”“Twenty questions isn’t like you, Anita; just talk.”“I just wanted to see if I was the only vampire hunter extraordinarire who was totally in the dark about this. It makes me feel a little better tht you don’t know about them either. Apparently Jean-Claude is right, they really are a big, dark secret.”“Talk.” He said.I talked. I told him what I knex about the Harlequin and his band. It really wasn’t that much. He was quiet so long that I said, “Edward, I can hear you breathing, but ...”“I’m here, Anita. Just thinking.”“Thinking what?” I asked.“That you always let me play with the best toys.” And his voice wasn’t empty now, it was eager.“And what if these toys finally manage to be bigger and badder than you and me?”“Then we die.”“Just like that?” I said. “You wouldn”t have regrets?”“You mean Donna and the kids?”“Yes,” I said, and I stood, starting to pace the bathroom.“I would regret leaving them.”“Then don’t come,” I said.“And if you get killed, I’d always believe that I could saved you. No, Anita, I’ll come, but I will bring backup.”“Not anyone too crazy, okay?”He laughed, that chuckle of true delight taht I’d heard maybe six times in the entire six years I’d known him. "I can’t promise that, Anita.”“Fine, but Edward, I’m serious, I don’t want to get yo killed on them.”“I can’t stop being who I am just because I love Donna, Anita. I can’t stop being what I am because I’ve got the kids to think about.”“Why not?” I asked, and I was thinking of a conversation Richard and I had had when we thought I was pregnant. He’d expected that pregnant I’d stop being a federal marshal or a vampire hunter. I’d hadn’t agreed.
|Sujet: Re: Extraits de The Harlequin (15ème tome) Dim 13 Mai 2007, 14:15|| |
Voilà la suite (c'était trop long pour tenir en un seul message)
“Anita, are you there? Anita, answer me.”
“Sorry, Edward, I didn’t hear a damn thing you said”.
“You’re a thousand miles away inside your own thoughts. That’s not a good place to be in the middle of a firefight.”
“It hasn’t come to a firefight yet,” I said.
“You know what I mean, Anita. I have to round up my backup, and arrange transport. That’ll take a day or so. I’ll be there as soon as I can, but you need to watch your bask until I get there.”
“I’ll do my best not to get killed before you get here.”
“This isn’t funny, Anita. You seem seriously distracted.”
I thought about it for a moment, tne realized what was wrong. I was happy for the first time in my life. I loved the men I was living with. I, like Edward, had a family to protect, and mine wouldn’t be tucked safely in New Mexico while we cleaned this up. “I just realized that I’ve got my own family here, and I don’t like them being on the firing line. I don’t like that a lot.”
“Who are you worried about?” he asked.
“Nathaniel, Micah, Jean-Claude, all of them.”
“I’m looking forward to meeting your new lovers.”
It took me a minute to realize. “You’ve never met Micah and Nathaniel, I’d forgotten that.”
“Jean-Claude can handle himself, Anita, as well as anyone in this situation. It sounds like the shapeshifters have you covered for ow. Micah is head of the local wereleopards. He didn’t get the job on his winning personality. He’s a survivor and a fighter, or he’d be dead laready.”
“Is this supposed to be a pep talk?” I asked.
He gave a sound that was almost a laugh. “Yeah.”
“Well, you suck at it.”
He laughed then. “Which of your lovers is cannon fodder, Anita? Who are you really the most worried about?”
I took a deep breath, let it out slow, and said, “Nathaniel”.
“Because he’s not a fighter. I’ve taken him to the gun range and he fnows the basics.” I remembered a moment whan Chimera, a very bad guy, had come to town. I remembered an ambush, when Nathaniel had been with me. I’d forgotten. He’d killed someone, and I’d forgotten. I hadn’t even thought how it mighthave affected him. Some dominant leopard queen I was. Fuck.
“Anita, you still there?”
“Yeah, I just remembered something, that I guess I was tryinf to forget. Nathaniel shot someone, killed him to save me. One of the wererats had gotten killed, and he picked up the guy’s gun, and used it just like I’d taught him.” I was suddenly cold down to my toes. All the awful things taht people had made Nathaniel do over the years while he xas on the street, and it had been me taht forced him to kill. He’d done it out of love, but motive didn’t change the end product. Someone was still dead.
“He’ll do, Anita.” The was a tone to Edward’s voice. Approval, maybe.
“Listen, I need to get off the phone and start gathering backup. Gathering the men will take longer than transport or the weaponry. Let me ask you about the rumors. I’ve heard, and you tell me if they’re lies.”
“Ask,” I said, not sure I wanted him to ask at all.
“That’ Jean-Claude has become his own bloodline and broken from his old mistress.”
I was surprised, very surprised. “How the hell did that rumor get started?”
“We’re wasting time, Anita: true or false?”
“Part true. He is his own bloodline. That makes it so he doesn’t have to answer to his old mistress, but he hasn’t broken with Europe. He’s just stopped being Belle Morte’s beck-and-call boy.”
“That you’ve got a string of lovers among Jean-Claude’s vamps and the local shapeshifters.”
I really didn’t want to answer this question. Was I embarrassed? Yes. “I don’t see what my love life has to do with the Harlequin coming to town.”
“Let’s just say that the answer to this question will decide me on whether I ask something else, something I didn’t believe. Now I’m geginning to wonder.”
“Wonder what?” I asked.
“Answer the question, Anita: do you have a string of lovers?”
i sighed, and said, “Define ‘string.’”
“More than two or three, I guess.” He sounded uncertain.
He was quiet for a second, then cntinued. “That Jean-Claude makes everyone male or female fuck him before they can join his kiss.”
“That he makes the men fuck you?”
“Not true, and someone’s having a better fantasy life with my life than I am.”
He gave a small laugh, then said, “If you had told me no on the first question I wouldn’t even ask this next one, but here it is: That you’re some kind of daywalking vampire thet feeds off sex instead of blood. I don’t believe that one, but I thought you might be interested in what some of your fellow monster hunters are saying about you. I think they’re just jealous of your kill count.”
I swallowed hard and went back to sit on the edge of the tub.
“Anita,” he said, “you’re awfully quiet.”
“Anita, it’s not true. You’re not a daywalking vamp.
“”Not the vamire part, not exactly.”
“How ‘not exactly’?”
“Do you know the term ardeur?”
“I know the French word, but that’s not what you mean, is it?”
I explained, briefly, as coldly as I could, just the facts, what the ardeur was.
“You have to fuck people every few hours, or what?”
“I start drainig the life out of Damian and then Nathaniel.”
“A have a vampire servant and an animal call.”
“What!” i’d never heard him sound so astonished.
I repeated myself.
“There isn’t even a rumor about this, Anita. Human servants can’t have vampire servants, it doesn’t work that way.”
“I know that,” I said.
“Nathaniel is your animal to call?”
“Does the council know this?”
“Well, shit, no wonder they sicced their dogs on you. Your’re lucky they didn’t just kill you.”
“The council is divided on the appropriate action to take about Jean-Claude and us.”
“Some of them want us dead, but it’s not a majority vote. They can’t agree.”
“So the Harlequin comes to break the tie, is taht it?” he asked.
“Maybe. Honestly, I’m not sure.”
“Is there anything else you’ve done that might make them decide to kill you quicker, like before I can get there?”
I thought about the fact that I might be a panwere. I thought about a lot of things, then sighed. Then I tought of one thing we’d done that might bother the oter Masters of the City in the united States enough to cry for council help. “Maybe.”
“How ‘maybe’? Anita, can you wait for me to get backup, or do I ned to get on a plane and get my ass to St. Louis, to back you? That’s what I need to know.”
“Truth, Edward, I don’t know. Jean-Claude ant I did something back in November that was pretty powerful. It might be enough to scare the Harlequin.”
“What did you do?”
“We had a little private get-together with a couple of the Master of the City who were visiting. The two taht Jean-Claude calls friends.”
“And,” he said.
“And Belle Morte interfered from all the way in Europe. She messed with me and the Master of Ghicago.”
“Augustine,” he said, “Auggie to his friends.”
“You know him?”
“Of him,” Edward said.
“Then you know how powerful he is.”
“We rolled him, Edward.”
“Rolled how?” he asked.
“Jean-Claude and I fed off him, we both fed the ardeur off him. We fed on him, and though him we fed on every person he had brought to our lands. We did this massive feed on them all. It was an amazing power rush, and all of us–vamps, beasties, anyone tied to either Jean-Claude or me by metaphysics- gained power from it.”
“I’ll contact the backup I want; they xan join me later. I’ll be on ground in –“ he paused as he checked his watch- “four hours, five at the outside. I’ll be in St. Louis before sundown.”
“You think it’s that serious?” I asked.
“If I were a vampire, and you had a vampire servant, I might kill you just for that. But if you guys rolled Augustine, one of the most powerful masters in this country, then yeah, Anita, they’ll be nervous. I’m just surprised the Harlequin didn’t hit St. Louis earlier.”
“I think they needed the excuse of Malcom and his misbehaving church. The council is truly divided about Jean-Claude and his power base. I think maybe the council wouldn’t agree to let the Harlequin mear us, but now that they’re here xhexking out the Church of Eternal Life, well, two birds with one stone.”
“Sounds reasonable,” he said. “I’ll be there as soon as I can, Anita.”
“Don’t thank me yet.”
“I’ll see you in a few hours, Anita. Watch your back like a son of bitch. If these guys are masters thay may have wereanimals and humans to do their daywalking. Just because the sun is up doesn’t make you safe.”
“I know that, Edward. I probably know that better than you do.”
“Maybe, but be careful until I get there.”
“I’ll do my best.” But I was already talking to an empty phone line. He’d hung up. I hung up, too.
|Sujet: Extraits de The Harlequin (14ème tome) Dim 13 Mai 2007, 14:20|| |
Alors maintenant, une scène entre Anita et Richard. Comme vous pourrez le voir, c'était bien parti mais Ricahrd étant ce qu'il est, il casse légèrement l'ambiance (comme d'hab.)
The bathroom door closed, firmly. Richard stood there, holding me, as if it were effortless, as if I weighed nothing and he could have done it all night. Sometimes it bugged me to know how much stronger the men were than I was, but not this morning. This morning, it seemed comforting.
He carried me to the edge of the tub. The water wes very loud, rushing into the huge tub. Jean-Claude had explained to me that the swan spout that filled it was hooked up to a system that filled the tub extra fast. I had a tub almost that big at home and apparently my system was like his, a quick fill. Since I had bought the house with the tub and system en place I hadn’t eralized ther was anything special about it. High-tech tubs, who knew? Richard hugged me, and again I got a flash of that amazing strength. “I want to check the water, but I’m realyy enjoying carrying you.”
“Me, too,” I said.
He rested his face against my hair. “Really?”
“Yes,” I said, and I would have whispered it, except the water loud enough that true whispering wasn’t possible.
He stepped into the water with me in his arms. I laughed and lifted enough to see his face. “Shouldn’t you check the temperature first?”
The look on his face made the laughter leak away. Eager, amazed, just so many emotions. Lately when we’d been together the only thing I’d seen in his face had been lust. We’d both shut down our emotions, kept ourselves safe. It had had that feel of sex et the end of a relationship, when sex is all you have left, and it isn’t enough.
“The temperature’ fine,” he said, voice soft. He knelt down, still holding me. He folded all that six feet end change down into the water, and just above his waist, the water hit me. It was warm, almost hot. The water slid over my body like another set of hands, gliding, exploring. He was right, the temperature was fine.
He wispered against my hair, “How much do you hurt?”
“I ache all over”.
“We’ll get cleaned up first then, let your body soak in the water. Hot water helps.” He kissed my forehead, then lowered us both down into the water, so that he was almost loating with me held acroos his chest. He let go of me with one arm, so he could half swim, half pull us to the water faucet. My legs trailed ot into the water, but the rest of me was held tight to his chest. He sat down against the side of the tub. The water came to his upper chest, which meant it was chin deep to me. He kept me pinned to the front of his body, and I was okay with that. Touching was good.
“Enough water?” he made it a question.
“Yes,” I said.
He reached back and turned off the water, then he settled down in the water with me cuddled against the front of his body. The height difference was enough that to keep my chin above water I couldn’t cup my body against anything but his chest and stomach, with the rest of my body mostly floating. It was probably just as well; if too much of him touched me, I tended to get distracted. We were going to some of the aches and pains drift away before we got distracted. He kissed the side of my face, and I settled into his arms, and the warm, warm water.
It was relaxing, or chould have been, but there was a kermnel of me that couldn’t relax completely. What was wrong?
“What’s wrong?” Richard asked.
I sighed. “I don’t know.”
His hand slid down the side of my body, to cup my hip. “It seems like unles we’re having sex, you get tene when we’re alone.”
“I don’t mean to,” I said.
He wraped his arms around me and forced my body lower, as he rose up, so that certain parts of his anatomy were touching me. He wasn’t as har as he got, but even partially erect he was a special treat. The feel of him pressed to the back of my butt felt wonderful. It made me writhe against him, which made his body react, growing, moving against my body. It was all involuntary, and I loved knowing that I affected him like that. He pushed against me, and it brought a small sound from his lips.
“So quick, so eager, God, I do love that about you.” He whipered it against my face.
“I wanted to make love to you months before you’d say yes.”
“I was afrais.” He nuzzled my neck, biting just a little.
That little biting make me writhe more. The aches and pains were starting to fade under the first wave of endorphins, those happy little chemicals. “Afraid of what?” I whispered.
He bit harder, and my spine bowed with it. “You.”
he cupped his mouth around the side of my throat, and bit down. I cried out for him; my nails clawed at his arms. I finally had to say, “Enough, enough.”
He eased back and turned me in the water, so that I was facing him. He drew me in against the front of his body, and he was hard and eager now. The feel of him against the front of my body made me cry out.
He cupped my ass, pressed me harder against the front of him. I pushed at his body, almost like I wanted to get away, but that wasn’t what I was thinking. It was just almost too much, for some reason. The feel of him so eager, so big, trapped between our bodies. It was almost too much.
He shuddered, head back, voice panting, “God, Anita, God, I love the way you react to me. I do love it!”
I wrapped my body around him, pressed the lenght of him against the most intimate part of me. It made me cry out and press myself tighter against him.
He pushed me against the side of the tub and moved his hips away enough to try to angle himself for my opening. I didn’t protest until the tip of him started inside, and my body let me know that hte combination of water, which is not a lubricant, lack of foreplay, and his size, meant this wasn’t going to work.
I half-patted, half-slapped his chest. “Too big, you’re too big.”
“The water,” he said, breathy. He leaned his hand on the sides of the tub, face down, the head of him still inside me. “If you release the ardeur, we can do it.”
“But I’ll be sore afterward, and so will you.”
He moved his hips a little, and the sensation, even tight, made me catch my breath. “Not too sore,” he said.
“Yes,” I said, “trust me. I don’t want to be walking funny tomorrow.”
He raised his head enough to frown at me. “We’ve never done this before like this-how can you be so sure?”
Shit. I stared up at him with his body inside mine, and didn’t know what to say. The truth was Micah and I had done it, but that seemed impolitic to say the teast, in this moment. I tried to think of something that wouldn’t make him feel bad. But I waited too long.
He said, “Just say it, Anita, just say it.”
“I want to make love with you, richard, I don’t want to fight.”
He pulled back enough so he wasn’t inside me anymore. He stayed with his arms on either side of the tub, fraiming me. The look on his face was cautious now, almost as if he were steeling himself for bad news. It wasn’t the look i wanted on his face right now.
“Say it, Anita.” His voice sounded tired.
“I tried it with someone else.”
“Why did it hurt?”
“Don’t make me say it, Richard, please.”
“Say it,” and his voice was harsher now.
I sighed. “Fine, because he was too big for it not to hurt.”
“Don’t do this, Richard.”
“Who?” This time it was a demand.
I gave him angry eyes. “Who do you think?”
“I don’t know; you’ve added at least two men to your list, and I’ve never seen either of them erect.”
I dunked under his arm and half-swam to the other side of the pool. “Tell me what you want me to say, Richard.”
“Is it your two new vampires?”
“Are you wanting to know how you measure up to Requiem and London? Is that what you’re actually wanting to know?”
He nodded. “Yeah, I guess I do.”
I crossed my arms under my breasts, the water helping, since they floated. “I cannot believe you’re asking this.”
“It’s an easy question, Anita.”
“Do you actually want to know if you’re bigger than they are?”
“I’m so jealous of them that I can’t see straight, so yeah, I want to know. I want to know that I’m still the best’endowed man in your bed.”
“You know, I don’t actually get out a ruler and measure everybody.”
“So they are big.”
“Jesus, ary and Joseph.” I covered my face with my hands. “No, no, they aren’t as well endowed as you are. Happy?” I lowered my hands, and found that it wasn’t a happy look on his face.
“Then who is?”
I’d managed for months to not have this discussion, this specifically with anyone. Of course, it would be Richard who pushed it. “Micah, okay? Micah.”
“Is that why you love him?”
“Jesus, no, Richard, you should know better than most that a really big cock is not enough to win my heart.”
“Then why him? Why are you liiving with him and not me?”
I sighed. We weren’t going to have sex. We were going to have therapy. Sweet Mary, Mother of God, I did not want to do this. “Don’t do this, not now, not today.”
“I need to understand what went wrong before I can move on, Anita. I’m sorry, but I do.”
I shook my head and tried to settle into the water, but it wasn’t soothing anymore. It was just wet. “Fine. Do remember I’m living with Nathaniel, too. You always seem to forget him, or discount him.”
“He’s not dominant, Anita. In the world of wereanimals that makes him discountable.”
“But in the world of my affections, richard, he is not discountable.”
“I don’t understand.”
“I know you don’t, and I’m sorry you don’t, but it’s still the truth. I’m living with Micah and Nathaniel, not just Micah. The fact that Nathaniel isn’t a dominant doesn’t make me love him less.”
“How can you sit there like this and tell me you love someone else? Don’t you know how much that hurts me?”
“You wanted this talk, not me. I wanted to make love. I wanted to clean up, feed the ardeur, and b together, but you had to get all hung up on the size of everyone’s equipment. I know it’s a guy thing to worry about that, but this wasn’t the time to bring it up.”
“You’re right, it was stupid, but I”m stupid around you, Anita. You make me say things, do things, that I knwo are bad for the relationship.”
“I don’t make you do anything. You choose to say and do things that spoil stuff. Your choice, not mine.”
“Fine, you’re right. I choose to say and do this shit. I could heve let it go, and we’d be having sex right now, and it would be grat sex. But I really do want to know what Micah has that I don’t. What magic does he have that made you move him into your house, live with him, when you wouldn’r do it for me?”
|Sujet: Extraits de The Harlequin (14ème tome) Dim 13 Mai 2007, 14:23|| |
God, we were going to do the big fight. THE FIGHT. I did not want to do this, ever, but I especially didn’t want to do this with the Harlequin in town, and heaven knew what nasty surprises headed our way. “Jean-Claude explained to you that it was partly vampire powers that drew Micah and me together.”
“You’re a succubus, a vampire that feeds on sex, yeah, he told me.”
I saw something on his face. “You don’t believe him.”
“I don’t believe it’s permanent. I think if you could get enough space between yourself and Jean-Claude’s power that it would go away.”
“Richard, this isn’t Jean-Claude’s power anymore, it’s mine.”
He shook his head, his arms crossing over that lovely chest. “You aren’t a vampire, Anita. You can’t have vampire powers. They’re still part of the triumvirate we heve with Jean-Claude.”
“Richard, this is real. You can’t wish it away.”
“What, that you’re some kind of sex-crazed demon? I don’t believe that. It’s more of Jean-Claude’s power, or Belle Morte’s, or even Marmee Noir. Jesus, Anita, you have had so many vampires running through your mind, you don’t know what is you and what is them anymore.”
There was some truth to what he was saying, but .. “Richard, I have forget a triumvirate of power with Nathaniel and Damian; that’s me, not Jean-Claude, not Belle Morte, not Mommy Dark, me.”
“Humans can’t be succubi”.
“Maybe not, but then humans can’t have a vampire servant or an animal to call, and I have both of those.”
“Because you’re Jean-Claude’s human servant.”
“Richard, you saw what happened whan I tried to undo that connection. I would have died, and taken Nathaniel and Damian with le.”
He settled back into the water, giving me angry eyes. “Jean-Calude told me the theory. That your version of the ardeur helps you see the deepest desire in someone’s heart and grant it, and make them into what you most need. Micah neede his people safe, you killed Chimera for him. You needed what from Micah?”
“A helpmate, a partner, someone to help me run the furry coalition, and help me run the wereleopards that I’d inherited when I killed their old master.”
“I could have been your partner,” he said.
“Yu didn’t want to be my partner. You want your own life, not just to be an adjunct to mine.”
“What does that mean? That I won’t give up my job for you?”
“That I needed someone to do the coalition full time, and you have your career.”
“That can’t be all Micha is to you.”
“He’s there for me, Richard. He’s there for me the peole I love. He doesn’t fight me all the time. He says yes, more than he says no.”
“And I just say no.”
“Nathaniel needed to belong to someoe, and now he belongs to you, I get that. But what did he do for you?”
“I needed a wife,” I said.
“a 1950s wife to make my life run smoothly. I needed someone to be my wife, and he’s really good at it.”
“And I want you to be my wife, is that it?”
“Something like that, yeah.”
“Why didn’t your ardeur look into my heart and see what I most needed, and make us into the perfect couple, too?”
“I toght Jean-Claude explained all this to you.”
“I asked him why not me, and he said the power was unpredictable. But that wasn’t the truth, was it?”
“Not all of it,” I said, and cursed my vampire lover for being a chickenshit.
“Tell me all of it,” Richard said.
“Micah knew what he wanted: his people safe et any cost. He said from the moment he came to me that he’d do anything, be anything, to be in my life. The ardeur made that happen for him. Nathaniel wanted a home and to be loved for himself, not just for sex, and the ardeur made that happen. Both of those desires are vry clear. Do you know what you want most, Richard? Do you have one single heart’s desire?”
“I want you.”
I shook my head. “That’s not your deepest darkest wish, Richard.”
“I should know what my deepest wish is, Anita.”
“Richard, if a genie appeared before you, right now, what would you wish? Really, truly, if you could have anything, what would it be?”
“Liar,” I said.
He sat up, and that otherwordly energy swirled through the room. “How dare you.”
“Richar, be honest with yourself. What would you have, if you could have anything, no matter how impossible?”
He blinked at me, and the energy level in the room seeped away. He staerd at me. “I don’t want to be a werewolf.”
“That’s your deepest wish, Richard, and the ardeur can’t give that to you. I can’t be that for you, so the ardeur doesn’t work between you and me, because what you want most doesn’t have anything to do with sex and love.”
He stared at me and sat back in the water, almost like he was faintish. “Oh, my, God.” He whispered it.
“We thought at first you were just too conflicted for the ardeur to pick and choose, but I was the one who figured it out.”
“You’re right,” he said. A look of soft horror covered his face. He looked at me, and such pain filled his eyes. “I did this myself.”
“I was afraid I’d become a monster that I took the inoculations against lycanthropy. That’s how I caught it.”
“I know,” I said softly.
“And I lost you because I hate what I am more than I want you.”
“You haven’t lost me, Richard.”
He looked at me, and I had a fight to keep meeting that look. “You’ll never be just mine. We’ll never have a life together.”
“We can be part of each other’s lives, Richard.”
“Not in the way I want.”
“Maybe not, but Richard, don’t throw away what we have. Was it so bad last night, sleeping with all of us? Was that so awful?”
“No,” he said, “and if I hadn’t been in bed with you then Marmee Noir could have done something awful to you. You need me to protect you.”
“But I can’t live two other men, Anita. I can’t share my bed with them every night. I just can’t.”
My eyes felt hot, my throat was tight. Damn it, I would not cry. I managed to say, “ know.”
“Then where do I fit in your life?”
“Where do I fit in yours?” I asked.
He nooded. “That’s fair.” But that was all he said.
I sat on my side of the tub feeling lost and horrible. Only Richard could make me feel this bad; only he managed to cut me this deep. Damn it.
I felt Nathaniel like a distant tug. He wasn’t feeling well, wuich meant that Damian in his coffin would be feeling worse. Damian hadn’t woken for the day yet, and I needed to feed the ardeur before he tried to wake. Jean-Claude had explained to me that if one morning I didn’t have enough energy to make Damian’s body wake, he would never wake again. He would simply remain dead, forever.
“I’ve got to feed, Richard, now. Nathaniel is starting to feel bad, and I won’t risk killing Damain.”
Richard nodded. I expected him to say he’d get someone else for me to feed on, but he didn’t. “We need to do enough foreplay so you can feed from me.”
“We’re fighting, that’s not good foreplay.”
“Are you saying you don’t want to be with me now?” He said it low, careful, as if he were balancing a world of emotions on a very thin stick. One wrong comment and the stick would break and the world would fall. Shit.
“I’m saying I don’t have time for lengthy foreplay. I need to feed, right away. I’m trying not to cry, that’s not conducive to sex. Not for me, at least.”
“I’m sorry, Anita.”
“Don’t be sorry, Richard, fix it. Fix yourself, fix us, or don’t fix us. But whatever you’re going to do, we need to do it now. I won’t risk lives because we’re having another fight.”
He nodded his head as if that were fair. Maybe it was. He started moving toward me through the water.
|Sujet: Extraits de The Harlequin (14ème tome) Dim 13 Mai 2007, 14:24|| |
“What are you doing?” I asked, and sounded suspicious.
“I want you to feed off me, Anita.”
“I’m pissed and hurt, and that doesn’t lead to sex for me.”
“If I leave you’ll still be pissed and hurt. You’ll still have trouble concentrating on the sex, won’t you?”
I couldn’t argue his logic. I alomst said, But the others are smaller than you, and this is one situation where bigger isn’t better. But I didn’t say it loud. I didn’t want to hurt him that badly. I also knew that if Richard and I couldn’t come to some kind of understanding, one day we’d be finished as a couple. He’d always be Jean-Claude’s wolf to call. He’d always be bound to us in a triumvirate of power, but we’d be broken up. It would be like being trapped in a relationship with someone you’d divorced, but could never completely get rid of. A little slice of hell, that.
He was kneeling in front of me, the water just above his waist. Th edges of his hair were wet, but the top was still dry, and still held some of the slick stuff that had gotten on us when I ripped Travis into his animal form. Truthfully, a little mess wasn’t enough to take away from how handsome he was, but the constant fighting was. The picking at it all, and his deep unhappiness with being a werewolf, that was unattractive. I gazed up at him, all the way to the nearly heart-stoppong face, so handsome. Handsome enough that I’d have been embarassed around him in high school. But handsome and well-endowed wasn’t enough to keep letting him hurt me like this.I stared up at him, and for the first time my heart did not leap up, and neither did my libido. I was tired of the fighting. I was tired of his inability to accept our reality. He didn’t believe I was a succubus. He thought it was something that would go away if we got me away from Jean-Claude. Didn’t he understand that there was no going away from Jean-Claude, not for either of us? His comments said no, he didn’t understand that, and that made me sad.
He stood up. He stood up with water dripping down his bady. I was suddenly staring at a certain part of his anatomy with water drops decorating it. We all have our weaknesses, and one of mine was water. Richard had dated me long enough to know that. He was betting that seeing him wet was enough to distract me from being mad at him. I had a moment to decide whether to fold on to that angry sadness or do what I wanted to do. Do what the suddenly rapid pulse in my neck wanted to do. I felt Nathaniel sway against a wall. I went to my knees, steadied my hands against the warm, wet sides of his thighs, and lowered my mouth to his body.
I licked the water off him with the tip of my tongue. I drank water from the looseness of his body, licking water from the testicles where thry hung so heavy and large. I licked and drank the water until his body lengthed, and hardened. I couldn’t reach the tip of him now, not without wrapping my hand around that base of him, and lowering all that hardness toward my mouth. He made small noises for me, and when I gazed up his body, the eyes that looked back had changed to wolf amber. Sex was supposed to be about losing control, but all lycanthropes had to remember never completely to lose control. Because to lose control for them meant to change shape. At least once a year some new lycanthrope lost control and cut a lover during sex. Sometimes the lover survived, sometimes they didn’t, sometimes they got to be furry, too.
I drove my mouth over him, until my lips met my own hand. I used the hand to squeeze and pulse around him, but it also kept me from having to try to take all of him in my mouth. I coul deep-throat, but it asn’t always the most comfortable position, not with someone Richard’s size. I could raise the ardeur and do it, do it all, but...
I rose off his body, enough to talk, “I’d raise the ardeur and finish like this, but you’re too strong. You keep me out except during intercourse.”
He looked down at me, and it was almost a pained look. “I wante you to do whatever you want to do.”
“Will you lower your shields and let me feed?”
I shook my head, and squeezed him tight at the same time. It threw his head bask, made his hands reach to empty air for something to hold on to. He liked to hold on to things when we did this. But his hands found only air, and he looked qown at me with a shudder that ran up the length of his body. Just feeling him shudder in my hand brought a cry from me. “God, Richard, God!”
He reached down and grabbed my arms, pulled me up out of the water. I had to let go of him as he came out of the water with me in his arms. He threw me onto the marble around the tub edge. It was cold and hard, and I started to protest. Richard’s fingers found my opening. He shoved his finger inside me, and just doing oral sex on him had made me wet, but the water had kept me ight. Even one finger seemed big. He moved it in and out, and around, and I cried out for him.
He put two fingers inside me, and he actually closed his eyes, concentrating, searching, until he found that spot, no bigger than a fifty-cent piece, that spot just inside and to the front of the opening. He found it, and flicked his fingers back and forth across it. There hadn’t been enough foreplay for a full blown G-spot orgasm, but it still feit good, so good. It made me spread my legs wider for him, made me angle my hips for him. He took that for the invitation it was, and drove his fingers inside me harder and faster, until I cried out for him again.
“You’re weet,” he said, in a voice that was a little strangled with need.
I nodded, breathless.
He started to angle himself to enter me, but I put a hand on his chest. “Condom.”
“Shit,” he said, but he went to his knees and riffled through the pile of towels behind us. Condoms lived in the bathromms and bedrooms of any place I was alone with the men. The pregnancy scare in November had made me unwiling to count on just the birth control pill. He was cursing underhis breath by time he got the condom on, but he turned back to me, body hard, eager. Just the sight of him like that, knowing what we were about to do, made things low in my body tighten. Small orgasms before he even entered me.
Even wet and eager, he had to work himself inside me. I writhed around him, just from the feel of him working his way inside. I gazed up at him, let my eyes see his face, the wolf eyes in his face as he fought himself, his arms supporting him above me, so that most of his body was above me, so that I could see him as he pushed his way into me.
“Feed, Anita, feed, please.”
A please like that usually meant that a man was close. I called the ardeur to life. Called it, like coaxing a spark to life, to flame, to burn. The power spilled over me, through me, and into him. The ardeur poured over us in a warm wash of power. It opened my body to him, so that he could push in and out of me. I could watch him in the mirrored walls around us, his body above mine, pushing in and out, in and out. He knew with the ardeur on us he didn’t have to be careful, and he wasn’t. He pushed all that lenght into me as hard and fast as he could. He grabbed my hips, lifted my lower body off the marble, held me in his big hands as he pounded himself into me, so hard end fast that our bodies made a wet, thudding noise. The end of him found the end of me, so each stroke hit as far into my body as it could, and still he camee in and in, so hard, so fast, he was almost a blur in the mirror. He wasn’t human, and he had speed and strength that wasn’t human. Once he’d worried that he’d hurt me, but we’d found that I wasn’t human-fragile anymore. We’d found that Richard could be as rough as he wanted, and he wouldn’t break me. He was that rough now, then he found a new speed, a new hardness. It was as if he’d always been holding back, and I just hadn’t known it. Faster, harder, until he was a blurring in the mirrrors, pounding himself inside me, until I cried out, orgasming around him, body spasming. I felt his body spasm inside me, felt his body bick against mine. All movements ceased, his head flung backward, eyes closing. His fingers dug into my ass, holding us both in that moment, as his body spasmed inside mine, with him buried as deeply inside my body as was possible to be. In that frozen moment, as our bodies rode each other, the ardeur fed. I fed. I fed on Richard’s energy, fed on the part of him that was wolf, and human, I fed on all of him, took in every last delicious inch of his power, as I took in every last delicious inch of his body. When he let himself go like this, he was so much energy.
He lowered me back to the edge of the marble tub. He slid out of me, and even that made me writhe. He collapsed onto his side, because there wasn’t enough room for his shoulders otherwise. He lay gasping with his head near my waist. I managed to move my hand enough to touch his hair, but that was all I could manage. My pulse was still thundering in my ears.
He found his voice first. “Did I hurt you?”
I started to say no, but the endorphins were fading around the edges. There was already an ache beginning between my legs. To mIcah I would have said, a little, but not to Ricahrd I said “No.” He had more issues than Micah did.
I felt his hand slide clumsily over my thigh, as if he ouldn’t quite make his hand work just yet. He brushed between my legs. I said in a voice that was half-laughing, “Not again, not yet.”
He raised his hand so I could see that he had blood on his fingertirps. “Did I hurt you?” His voice sounded surer of itself and less post-coital.
“Yes, and no,” I said.
He managed to raise himself up on one elbow. “You’re bleeding, Anita. I hrut you.”
I looked at his fingertips. “A little, but it’s a good hurt. I’ll remember what we did with every ache.”
|Sujet: Extraits de The Harlequin (14ème tome) Dim 13 Mai 2007, 14:32|| |
Voilà, c'est tout pour l'instant car il faut que je continue à taper le reste.
Eh bien, j'espère que ces deux extraits vous ont plus.
En ce qui concerne la conversation entre Anita et Edward, je pense que les renforts auront la forme, l'allure et le tempérament de ... Olaf! Vous me direz ce que vous penser de ma petite théorie.
Pour ce qui est de Richard, il a enfin compris que tout ce qui l'a séparé d'Anita jusqu'à maintenant, c'est sa haine de lui-même (enfin! c'est pas trop tôt.) On peut toujours espérer qu'il va désormais s'améliorer et qu'il ne fera plus chier Anita. Je rêve tout éveiller? Peut-être.
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|Sujet: Re: Extraits de The Harlequin (15ème tome) Lun 14 Mai 2007, 08:37|| |
Désolée de proposer ça que maintenant Estelle, mais vu que je l'ai moi aussi, on pourrait se partager le boulot si tu veux. J'ai pas mal de temps libre au labo en ce moment, donc bon... Enfin, c'est toi qui decide, et si c'est ok, on s'organise.
Sauf que je viens de voir que t'en as fait la plus grande partie deja.....
|Sujet: Re: Extraits de The Harlequin (15ème tome) Lun 14 Mai 2007, 12:19|| |
(* : sur l'air de thriller de Mickael Jackson)
Bien sûr moi et l'anglais = 2 (voir 3)
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|Sujet: Re: Extraits de The Harlequin (15ème tome) Lun 14 Mai 2007, 13:13|| |
|Pour ce qui est de Richard, il a enfin compris que tout ce qui l'a séparé d'Anita jusqu'à maintenant, c'est sa haine de lui-même (enfin! c'est pas trop tôt.) |
C'est pas possible !! Il va pleuvoir des escargots extraterrestres !
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|Sujet: Re: Extraits de The Harlequin (15ème tome) Lun 14 Mai 2007, 14:20|| |
il aura fallu attendre pas mal de tomes pour qu'il s'en rende compte, son cas n'est pas si desespéré que ça tout compte fait !
*-._.-**-._.-* Ainsi et maintenant, et il en sera éternellement ... *-._.-**-._.-*
Extraits de The Harlequin (15ème tome)