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A final whimpered Michael as she slowly felt her body trying to calm.

She snuggled and purred laying there with him.

So should we go eat?
 
Still wanting more Michael?

She purred feeing him again rocking against her. Laying there looking into his eyes she just smiled st how quickly he appears to have become so addicted.
 
I'd prefer to snuggle up by you while we eat.

She purred leaning close to his ear.
 
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Michael pouted slightly for a moment before he shivered as he felt Melina's body pressed against his, and despite himself, he felt his cock hardening again. "Damn it, woman. If I didn't know better, I'd say you were a succubus... since your sinfully amazing body most certainly has me ensnared in your sorcery," he said in a purring growl, sighing softly as he slowly and carefully retreated from her body. He blushed as his stomach rumbled before he exhaled slowly. "As I recall, you loved the moussaka with a cup of avgolemono soup and a slice of baklava cheesecake," he said half jokingly.
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Yep. Now...let's go eat.

She slipped off the couch to sit on the floor by the coffee table still covered with food boxes.
 
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Michael chuckled softly as he slid behind Melina before rubbing her shoulders and upper back gently. "You're amazing," he said in a low voice. "And I don't mean just intimately, considering you have one of the highest grades in class. Just goes to show that the idea of beautiful women being airheads is nothing more than a stereotype," he said with amusement.
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She snuggled back against him picking up a variety plate for them to both eat from.

Best grades and its only the first day of class. Wonder if all this has anything to do with that?
 
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Michael snorted. "Meh, not sure, but I have little doubt that you could make even the geeks jealous if you put your mind to it," he said in a low voice, teasing her. "I do have something interesting planned in the French Quarter in a few days," he said with amusement.

He tugged out a flyer with the silhouette of a howling wolf in front of a golden white moon and the word 'SANCTUARY' beneath it in purple on a navy background. He knew the script within very well.

In the heart of the Vieux Carre, Sanctuary is the place to come and see some of the hottest bands and men on the planet. We cater to the rowdy and the wild at heart.

Our rules are simple and are stated on a marquee as you enter: Come In Peace, Or Leave In Pieces. Your attitude is welcome, but check any and all weapons at the door. This is the place to come and hang out, be seen, and just drink and eat in peace. Our policy is to Do No Harm and No Spill Blood. Anyone who has trouble with this will get a first class ticket out the door by our owner who is fondly known as Papa Bear.

Papa Bear doesn’t play.

We have only one dress code. No bare feet (Harley boots preferred). Leather clothes will get you served faster and better, but we welcome the tamer crowd, too. BTW, if you’re really cute, you get served fastest of all.

We have pool tables, video machines and pinball, and poker tournaments three nights a week. Our menu is varied, but specializes in Cajun and carnivorous specialties (special menus available upon request). All meats are served fresh from the kill that morning with a loving smile.

At night we really let our hair down and host a variety of local and regional bands and music, but our specialty is Heavy Metal and we are home to New Orleans’ own: The Howlers.

On the third Saturday of the month, we hold a special “Wrestle the Bear” night. If you beat the bear, you eat for free. Of course no one’s ever eaten for free, but you might be the first. It’s $40.00 to wrestle the bear and everyone who wrestles gets a free t-shirt for effort or you can purchase your own “I fought the bear” shirt. Incidentally, you must be over 21 and willing to sign a waiver before you get a shot at the bear.

688 Ursulines Avenue
New Orleans, LA 70116
(504) 555-1635
Founded 1802 by the Peltiers

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Oh really... What's that? Wrestling a bear?

She looked over the flier a brow raised as she picked up a skewer of chicken suvlaki.
 
Well then... Do have fun with that.

She purred relaxing there with him.
 
I can't miss my other classes for that now can I?

She smiled glancing back at him.
 
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Michael chuckled softly as he scooped up a skewer of fish and lamb souvlaki. "Heh. Never said anything about that fun taking place during school hours, did I? Oh, I should tell you that there are some myths that are just that, myths... there are some, though... that may surprise you. Did you know that Mama Bear... Nicolette Peltier... actually has no less than eight kids, and one daughter? Four of them are identical quadruplets," he said in a low voice, amused.
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Interesting.

She was not sure what all this was leading to but it was nice to relax with Michael like this.
 
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Michael cocked his head slightly, the corners of his mouth curling upward as he leaned over her shoulder and slowly and deliberately kissed the corner of her mouth where he'd noticed a bit of sweet sauce lingering. "To be honest, I'm not sure why the Peltier Family chose to nickname themselves after bears, though Auburt... Papa Bear... guy's definitely big enough to wrestle a bear," he said in a low voice, his tone thoughtful.
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So why are we talking so much about them? It is interesting but curious why.

She grabbed the bottle of wine that came with the meal.
 
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Michael blushed slightly as he inhaled slowly. "When the accident happened, the Drake sisters were reluctant to... help... in their words, so they contacted a friend who happens to live and work in the Sanctuary bar... Carson Whitethunder. He was the one that helped me through the worst of it," he said in a low voice, his tone thoughtful. He hadn't forgotten that the man had seemed startled as he'd awoken a little over sixteen hours after the accident.
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She sat back against him listening getting the feeling he needed to get this out before they returned to their life and plans together. She was glad he was willing to share even though he seems to be jumping around on who he is talking about.
 
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Michael exhaled softly as he knew he seemed to be coming off as very random at times. "I'll admit that I was... nervous and cautious... even a little scared and very flattered... when you initially showed interest in me... even though I was a real... jumpy person.... not too sure what the accident did other than leaving me unconscious for the better part of a full day... but I don't want to... miss what life could be," he said in a low voice, his tone shy and soft.
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A near death experience that led to even a subconscious shift in perspective.

She thought on that for a moment.

Interesting...
 
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"Why fit in when you were born to stand out?"​
Michael wasn't revealing that his family were quite manipulative and controlling. He also suspected that his own parents were... abusive... though there were odd gaps in his memories that made little sense. "I don't know if Carson knew that I overheard some of the things he'd been talking about... primarily to Lexi... as she had been kidnapped by a cult... and sexually abused... at the age of eight until fourteen," he said in a low voice, his tone shy and soft. He was frowning slightly as he recalled that, as the Sioux shaman had commented that some of the injuries he'd found were old but 'reminiscent of yours, Lexi,' in the shaman doctor's words. He, however, did not remember any sort of similar incidents of intimate abuse as a child, though with the gaps in his memories, he couldn't be quite certain.
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