Daydream_weaver's Refuge

[Daydream_weaver]

*with whoosh of sound fire bursts to life on the hearth, flames of red and orange leaping high filling the room with warmth and soft light*

That's better...get this place warmed up. No more moping.

*candles flicker to life on every available flat surface light reaching even into the darkest corners. I move to the window, one slender taper carried in my hands. Ice blue eyes gaze out at the darkness for a moment before I set the candle on the sill, a light to guide visitors to my door...one visitor in particular if the fates favor me*

I feel like something warm to drink...something sweet and rich and...*a soft chuckle* chocolate.

*steel grey silk drags along the floor as I walk to the kitchen, humming under my breath as I make a steaming pot of hot chocolate.

 

[dragonrazor]

*slips in with a cosmic laptop and a cake*

 

[Daydream_weaver]

*shrugging into a robe of sheer grey silk I tie the belt loosely, barely concealing the curves of bare flesh beneath. My feet whisper against the floor as I move from the alcove to the sitting area.

A fire crackles lazily on the hearth, burning low and warm. The light from the flames outlines my body, the cloth of my robe nearly invisible in the dimness.

The sofa is soft and inviting, my body sinks down into it as if into the arms of a lover. With a soft sigh I turn and prop my feet up on the other end of the sofa, my robe falls open baring a long length of pale thigh to the hip*

 

[Vail_Indigo]

unable to keep from peeking through the window...the soft curve of a thigh too much to resist

 

[Daydream_weaver]

*fingertips trace along pale skin as a knee bends, leg rising slowly from the sofa then unfolding so that foot angles, toes pointing toward the ceiling.

Hands wrap around my calf smoothing over my skin toward the ankle, fingers curving into claws scratching lightly and retreating back toward my knee and down my thigh.

Faint pink lines mark pale flesh and a slow smile curves full lips.*

 

[Vail_Indigo]

eyes following each languid movement, the long, slow red, the beauty of an ankle, the back of a knee, and nails that draw down them

realizing it is probably best to start breathing again

which allows a tiny giggle cause someone just may be a tease...and a pleasant one

 

[Daydream_weaver]

*My bending knee brings my foot back to rest on the sofa, my head falls back, face turning toward the window. My smile becomes a grin, my eyes meeting the ones peering in.

With a wave of a pale hand the door to the refuge swings silently open, a friendly invitation if one should like to come in from the cold…*

 

[Vail_Indigo]

unable to resist an invitation...it would be so very rude...quietly padding in...dressed only in a green, silk nightshirt

I'm really not dressed for the out of doors, thank you

taking a seat on the floor, back against the sofa, hair possibly tickling an ivory calf

Its been ages since I was last here

 

[Daydream_weaver]

Ages indeed...and then you come peeking in at windows.

*laughing softly I turn onto my side, glad my friend has come to call. My fingers comb lightly through her soft hair, simply enjoying the feeling*

I would apologize for teasing, but I'm not at all repentant. It's fun, knowing someone is watching...don't you think?

 

[Vail_Indigo]

a tiny purr as she plays with my hair...arm reaching back a bit, fingers encircling an ankle

I agree...I like the strange intimacy...eyes on me, almost palpable, like fingertips roaming

a slight sadness in my voice

I'm sorry I can only stay for a moment. I'm not very good at sleeping in if I stay up too late.

 

[Daydream_weaver]

I am just happy that you stopped by.

*sitting up I place a lingering kiss on her temple*

I will have to stop by the Vortex soon.

 

[Vail_Indigo]

eyes fluttering shut for a moment of delight

I hope you will. I'll be waiting.

oh...and...
I know a trick!

taking a deep breath and exhaling slowly...fading away as if on my breath...and is gone

 

[Daydream_weaver]

...nice trick

*laughing softly I lay back on the sofa, arms reaching above my head as I stretch my body in a long slow motion*

 

[Daydream_weaver]

*The pattering sound of rain on the roof of my Refuge is soothing today. Wrapped in a soft thick robe I curl up in a chair by the window, fingers wrapped around a steaming mug of coffee.

The fire crackles cheerfully and I smile, content just sitting here watching drops of water roll down the glass*

 

[Vail_Indigo]

rap-rap-rap

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Wolf comes wandering through dark woods, the rising sun barely a spark over the horizon. Golden brown eyes, human in a furry pelt, take in everything. It has been far too long since Her Muse has been here. She wants her to come soon. So the Wolf wanders ever nearer, not bothering to change into her usual shape until she reaches the porch. A finger snaps and the sound echoes. Upon the porch is a small package, wrapped in blood red and cream colored paper....

the gift

The Tag~

To you, my Muse...wear it when I am not near....

 

[dragonrazor]

*slips in with tacos*

 

[Daydream_weaver]

*Rain buffets against my frame as I make my way through familiar woods. Without my coat to protect me the falling drops have plastered grey silk to my chilled skin. Silvery hair clings to my cheeks and hangs across my eyes. It was foolish to go out, more foolish to let myself be caught unprotected.

Through the trees I see my Refuge, my own little niche that I have carved out of this world. In my mind I see a crackling fire, fluffy towels laid out on the rug by the hearth and a warming cup of chocolate with just a hint of Irish Cream added...and I know this is what I will find when I cross the threshold.

My pace quickens taking me up onto the porch in one long stride. A wave of my hand and the door swings open, light spilling out and falling on the small package left there. The words on the tag make me smile, She makes me smile. I peel away the wrappings, uncaring of the water dripping from my hair and body. Fingers place the delicate silver chain around my neck and caress the likeness of the wolf where it nestles between my breasts, willing her to feel my touch.

A shiver takes my body unexpectedly. An icy cold drop of water sliding down my spine. With a sense of urgency I strip the soaked cloth from my body and hurry toward the fire. The towels are just where I envisioned and I wrap one around my pale curves. The second one I apply to my silver locks as I kneel within the circle of warmth given off by the dancing flames.

Heat penetrates, relaxes and chases away the wetness of the rain. I lean back on a large cushion, gazing languidly into the fire.

It is good to be home.*

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Through the room, a scent of sandalwood and fur. The wolf knows when her chosen one is home and even with full hands....she comes to bid her Muse welcome...There is the feel of heat, wrapping round and about, circling the Weaver like a body caressing close, and the feel of soft lips pressing to her cold cheek...a whispered word.

I shall be here....soon.

 

[Daydream_weaver]

*stretching in the warmth of the fire I smile slowly, feeling her presence, her heat, her caring. My eyes close and I let myself drift.

Her scent is intoxicating, giving me visions of possibilities and hints wishes.

There is the sound of skin brushing softly against skin, pale thighs moving together as I shift slightly. Fingers lightly dance over the cloth of the towel still wrapped around my body, toying with the edges but leaving it in place*

 

[Daydream_weaver]

~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~​

*Crackling fire lends warmth and soft light to the main room of the small cabin refuge. Candles glow on mantle and tabletops adding to the flickering shadows dancing around the walls.

Bare feet pace, making no noise at all. Sheer black cloth covers ample curves yet hides nothing, flowing around pale limbs as I walk back and forth. A glance toward the door, ice blue eyes nearly glowing with anticipation.

She comes...I feel her...I need her...*

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Wolf saunters through darkness, through trees and glades and rippling waters. She hasn't bothered to assume a mortal seeming, no human form. Quickness in journeying is at a premium and four feet work much better than two. Eventually, she enters the clearing where her other, her dream mate, waits. She allows the shift to happen then. Going from olf to human female in a blink of an eye and the blurring of a form. Her body is still dressed~black skinny jeans, black baby tee, bare feet. Slow strides take her up the stairs that lead to the front door. There she waits, inhaling her Muse's very much missed scent...then she taps on the door before pushing it open.

Mine...are you here?

Eyes fall on soft paleness draped in sheer black.

Take that off, please?

 

[Daydream_weaver]

*Full lips curve in a welcoming smile, hands moving swiftly to part and drop the offending garment from my shoulders. Cloth flows like water to pool at my feet and I step from it, pale flesh and enticing shadow, moving to stand before her.

My eyes search her face...so long missed, so long ached for*

For you, my Wolf...

*Taking a deep breath I take one more step, standing close enough to feel the warmth of her, yet not touching...my hands shake with wanting as I force them to stay at my sides...*

I am glad you are here...

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Silence as I allow my eyes to look their fill. I force my hands to stay, locked at my sides, as I hear her words. My breath catches in my throat as she steps closer. Vanilla, musk, something other, something missed, teases my nose until I want to ravage her. I fight it. Because I have missed her. Because I have need of her. Because No One does what she does, for me.

Another silent moment and then I reach out, dragging her close, aligning our bodies, capturing her mouth in one long, devouring kiss.

Glad to be here. Go sit down on your couch. Legs open, hands on the back of your neck so that you can't touch me...please.

 

[Daydream_weaver]

*One kiss and I am burning, my knees weakening. I melt against her, our bodies fitting together so right. My hands want to touch to feel the temptation of her skin, but I hear her words and my breath to catches in my throat.

I cannot speak, no sound will come. My teeth catch my lower lip and I nod, eyes never leaving hers as I step back toward the sofa. I have no need to watch where I am going, I have no fear, she is with me. Everything I feel shows in my eyes...the need, the ache, the heat...my surrender to her will

The calves of my legs brush against the sofa and I sink gracefully into its softness. Pale thighs part, opening for her as lean back. I lift my arms, linking my hands behind my neck. Silvery hair hides the whiteness of my knuckles as I grip tightly in order to keep them in place*