Britwitch's Cottage

[Scuttle Buttin']

Another hitch, a tremble of flesh, eyes following you keenly, barely daring to blink as your face, your mouth, moves ever closer. Legs raised, tilting my body back against my other guest, against her softness, a little. Breathing growing quicker, more shallow...

*Eyes open, glancing up her body at the hitch of breath, his lips moving, brushing across her thigh, lifting from warm skin to nip lightly just above the center of her arousal, a soft laugh rumbled against her skin, and his fingers travel up her body, finding the well of her breast, the peak of her pointed nipple and pinching lightly, rolling between thumb and forefinger*

 

[Britwitch]

*Eyes open, glancing up her body at the hitch of breath, his lips moving, brushing across her thigh, lifting from warm skin to nip lightly just above the center of her arousal, a soft laugh rumbled against her skin, and his fingers travel up her body, finding the well of her breast, the peak of her pointed nipple and pinching lightly, rolling between thumb and forefinger*

A groan, low and husky, eyes slightly lidded as nipple is rolled and hips move instantaneously, rocking slightly. A hand leaves the couch to rest on head, curling slightly against hair. A softly whimpered word, a request, a plea...

...please...

 

[Scuttle Buttin']

A groan, low and husky, eyes slightly lidded as nipple is rolled and hips move instantaneously, rocking slightly. A hand leaves the couch to rest on head, curling slightly against hair. A softly whimpered word, a request, a plea...

...please...

*Lips leave her, eyes opening again to look up at her, the pressure of his fingers increasing on her nipple. One corner of his mouth is pulled up into a slight grin, brow lifting slightly with it. His voice is low, breath warm against her skin*

Please...?

 

[Britwitch]

*Lips leave her, eyes opening again to look up at her, the pressure of his fingers increasing on her nipple. One corner of his mouth is pulled up into a slight grin, brow lifting slightly with it. His voice is low, breath warm against her skin*

Please...?

Lips part to let a silent sound from them as the pinch to her nipple tightens. Followed eventually by a whine, a squirm.

Please...please don't...don't tease...

 

[Scuttle Buttin']

Lips part to let a silent sound from them as the pinch to her nipple tightens. Followed eventually by a whine, a squirm.

Please...please don't...don't tease...

*A quiet laugh, fingers tugging lightly against the bud of her nipple. His head tilts to the side slightly as he looks up at her, and his other hand slides up her thigh, fingers dipping between parted thighs, a light touch against her, picking up evidence of her arousal on the tips as they move against her*

No?

*The grin broadens slightly*

And why not?

 

[Britwitch]

*A quiet laugh, fingers tugging lightly against the bud of her nipple. His head tilts to the side slightly as he looks up at her, and his other hand slides up her thigh, fingers dipping between parted thighs, a light touch against her, picking up evidence of her arousal on the tips as they move against her*

No?

*The grin broadens slightly*

And why not?

Back arches against the light pulls, soft mound lifting, being pushed higher, mouth opening wider along with my eyes

B-because...

A slightly shaky sound stops my words.

...because it's mean...

 

[Britwitch]

A sigh and a heavy flop down onto the couch.
Packing is going well but a break was needed, so the woods I came, to my quiet corner for a brief moment of peace.

A cool glass of water rests in one hand while my eyes look through the window and over the garden. It's a riot of colour at the moment, roses in full bloom with their delicate perfume creeping through the open window to lighten the cottage with their scent, foxgloves in the shady spots, sweet peas almost ready to pop open with their variety of shades.

I do love summer.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Meandering through the woods, she kept checking a small piece of paper in one hand as she clutched the basket in another. She didn't know this part of the woods. She bypassed the Lady Wolf's path that led to her home.....somewhere..... down another path she spied. Turning with a bend in the road, she could make out a cottage through the trees. Her pace picked up. It was lovely in the woods this time of year. It was always lovely in the woods.

Not wishing to disturb, she approached the cottage quietly, slipping the basket containing gifts for the sweet witch. It contains bath salts, candles and scents, and finally, but not least a box of chocolates. A small note was tucked amongst the goodies.


"Dear Brit,

FD and I thank you for your thoughtfulness. You are a darling and a sweetheart. We're sending along a few things we think you might enjoy and hopefully with company. Thank you again."

She simply had signed it with her name and FD's in her flowing script. Having deposited their gift for Brit to find, she turned and left, whistling softly as she strolled off.

 

[Britwitch]

I thought I heard a noise, having come to the front door to check my face breaks into a smile. A basket with numerous delights and a note. Looking around I try to spot my mystery visitor before taking the gift back inside. Setting it on the table I run my fingers over the goodies inside, before looking at the note. I should have known.

I smile, they must have gotten and liked what I sent. Good. I hoped they would.

With a grin I put the note into a box where all special messages are stored and with an impish grin I pick a couple of chocolates from the delicious selection and move back to the couch, letting one melt on my tongue with a happy sigh.

I'll just have to make sure I hug Cait and FD extra next time I bump into them both.

 

[yeishia]

I penned this thank you in Soll but thought perhaps I should leave it here instead. Carefully pushes her thank you note under the door before slippiing away quietly.




Dearest Britwitch,

My day stared wit a burst of light thanks to your generosity. The print is gorgeous and I shall treasure it alway it shall be placed in. A place of honor in my home.

You are always welcome here

You are always in my heart and prayers especially now as you aproach your joyous long awaited occasion.

I pray that all goes as it should.

Thank you so much for your kindness this day.

Yeishia ​

 

[Nordican]

-Moves slowly through the wild forest. Curses losing phone and his reliance on technology but somehow the next time he looks up to find a nice cottage hidden amongst the trees. Slowly he moves along the fallen leaves and ancient looking trees and then approaches the door. Knocking lightly he finds the door moves free an inch. Idly he recalls tales of witches who make their homes in the forests and wonders where he's arrived at.-

Hello?

-he says cautiously feeling naked without much more than a pack, a notebook and some pencils.-

 

[Britwitch]

I look up and smile to see a new face peeking through the door. I move across the to the door to welcome him properly.

Well hello there, please do come in...

I open the door and wave him in, stopping to pick up the sweet note from yeishia in the process. Reading the words with a soft smile before putting the note into the box on the shelf and turning to my guest.

...always nice to have visitors!

 

[Nordican]

stops nearly and just manages a brave smile realizing he's not as alone as he thought

Hello. he looks still a bit lost though given the warm greeting and looks around the house while ending up back to the host who greeted him.

I'm glad I'm not an unwelcome presence. another attempt at looking brave. If she is a witch if wouldn't do to look afraid of unsure.

Didn't expect I'd find much out here after I lost my way. Serves me right for being adventurous and forging my own path. he says taking one more step further in still taking in the new environment with an air of curiosity and fading caution.

 

[Britwitch]

I can sense his uncertainty, despite his bold expression, and offer my hand in an attempt to quell any fears he might have.

I'm Brit and while I am a witch, I'm not a wicked one...not usually anyway!

A playful wink follows as I gesture towards the couch and easy chairs near the fire place.

Do, please, make yourself at home, can I get you anything? Cup of tea? Something to eat perhaps...? I don't get that many visitors out here but all are welcome to stop by...

 

[Nordican]

-accepts the hand calmly and settles down a bit more.-

Nordican, least that's what I've taken to calling myself. - he says and smiles slyly at the little wink before moving towards the couch after letting his back drop down near the end of it.

Tea will be fine if you're offering. - then nods head towards the welcoming comment.-

And I'll make sure to remember that should I wander here again.

 

[Britwitch]

Pleasure to meet you Nordican.

Nods slightly and turns for the kitchen, the kettle on the range is almost permanently hot and the water is perfect for tea. I pour my guest a mug and take a few different blends over to the couch with me.

Didn't know which you'd prefer so please, help yourself...

I explain, setting down the mug and the tray with the various teas upon it.

And do. I like visitors, I like making new friends and acquaintances!

I take a seat on the couch, curling my legs beneath me and leaning against the high back.

So, what brought you to the woods today...?

 

[Nordican]

He accepts one of the honeyed blends and immediately hums a very pleasing tune. Generally dark Irish bears and mixes were his forte but the tea was definitely pleasant.

Thanks. He replies simply before nodding. Heh well it's always an honor to be counted amongst either of those to beautiful ladies. Even witches, wicked or not. His mouth forms into a playful smirk before consuming a little more of the tea.

I was just moving through the lands and the forest seemed to call to me. Been quite the busy day so far and I was looking into finding a place somewhere. It appeared I was destine to arrive here, a bit lost but thankfully welcomed.

 

[Britwitch]

I watch him sip his tea and relax a little when he seems to like it.

The woods are pretty extensive, the path to my cottage is not that obvious...lucky you spotted it really.

A softer smile as I rest my chin on my arm.

Hopefully you can find some rest now after your busy day.

 

[Nordican]

He smiles at her and leans for a bit. It was hard to tell where the confidence came from but it was hard to ignore all the same.

I appreciate that. It really is a nice little place you have here. Somehow I'll have to repay you back for such hospitality. He said with a simple little warm smile as he looks to her and forgets a bit about the troubles of the outside world.

 

[Britwitch]

To know you feel at home and feel at peace here is thanks enough for me...

A quiet sigh as I relax into the couch a little more.

...but you must forgive me. I have had a long day myself and another long day stands before me tomorrow and so I fear I must head to my bed. But you are more than welcome to stay here for the night...should you wish...

A yawn that is carefully hidden behind a hand follows.

 

[Nordican]

Nods slowly and blinks his eyes.

Of course. He appears to contemplate the offer before nodding again.

You're most gracious Brit. He says and then leans his head to the side for a moment casting her with a very intrigued look. But he adds nothing, at least for a time.

Good night Brit. I shall look forward to the next moments we find to share.

 

[Nordican]

Slowly rises and rubs sleep from his eyes and realizes where he's lounged the last couple of days. Slowly emerges back out into the entrance area after throwing on a shirt and some pants thoguh can't seem to find his socks as he looks around for more tea.

Man. Must have needed a rest hehe.

 

[Nordican]

(sorry for the triple post)

Finding the cottage still quiet at the moment he moves forward leaving a simple thank you note to the witch for her hospitality and tea. Then after gathering up his belongings and preparing for the day ahead he leaves through the door and starts out again through the path of the forest.

 

[Britwitch]

It's one of those strange days, the heat has been unbearable, the damp shadows among the trees are now hot, uncomfortable places.

Clouds have started scudding across the formerly spotless sky, there's a storm coming.
The flash and crash is needed, but when will the show start...that is the question.

Sighing, I sit on the couch, posts are owed and a busy weekend lies ahead. The flimsy sundress that only just covers my curves is still too hot, my hair piled up on my head and held loosely in place with a clip was intended to keep my neck and shoulders from overheating...it's not working.

A sip of cool water and then my pen, finally, starts to move across the blank page.

 

[Britwitch]