Daydream_weaver's Refuge

[Luna_Wolf72]

Small, multi-hued wolf rambles through the woods, her sore paws leading her toward the cabin hidden deep within the woods. She knows the Muse isn't there but she needs to be surrounded by her things, her scents, her nearness. So, the wolf wanders and eventually, the wolf lopes up the stairs and nudges the mat away, uncovering the extra key.

She huffs and forces the change, shaking her head to settle the curls that fly around her head. With shaking fingers she plucks the key from it's spot and inserts it into the lock. In ages past, the Muse had rigged the magic here, allowing her friends to come and go at will. The wolf hopes it still works. Strong hands push and the door slips soundlessly open.

And then, she is inside, bathing in the scent of Muse magic~musky vanilla with hints growing things and deep clean water. Her body relaxes. She heads for the couch and sinks, quietly, onto it. Moments later, she rests.

 

[Daydream_weaver]

*Running lightly through the trees I smile as I draw near my Refuge, this place where I know I am truly free. I cross grass that still glistens from recent rains and take the final steps, one hand giving a sweeping wave as I gain the porch. The door swings open, welcoming me home.

I sense her before I even cross the threshold. The wildness of her scent, the energy that has connected us from the beginning…and yet I know she has been and gone. A soft sigh passes my lips. There is sadness that I missed her, but gladness that she found solace within these walls.

I turn toward the alcove, nimble fingers removing all traces of the outside world...*

 

[Daydream_weaver]

*Mist creeps along the ground, tendrils seeping from the treeline toward the small secluded cabin...eddies of soft grey swirl, coming nearer and nearer, circling the walls and rising to the sills of the windows. Higher it climbs, thickening, blocking the cabin from view. Dark shapes dance within the mist, whispered voices sigh and sing…calling…calling…*

…walk with us…dance with us…lift your voice…breathe life into us…

*Silent feet carry me across the floor, pale limbs draped in a halter gown of sheerest grey. The cloth whispers across the carpet, as if in answer to the mists outside. Long fingers curve around a thick candle carrying it to a small, low table in the center of the room. The flickering light casts my own shadow to dance upon the wall.

Gracefully sinking to the floor, legs folded and palms resting loosely on my knees, I gaze into the candle flame. It sways, shapes churning within…dancing, leaping. Voices sigh and sing…calling…calling…*

…walk with us…dance with us…lift your voice…breathe life into us…

*Fingers of mist seep beneath the door, along the window sill…swirling, reaching for flame…joining, taking form and shape. Hands reach for me, slipping into my hair to grasp and force my head back to behold a face…features ever changing. A woman…a man…a demon…an angel…all dance within glowing eyes. Warmth caresses my face as lips of mist whisper against mine…*

…give us life…

*My eyes drift shut and my body falls slowly back onto the floor, cradled in arms of misty fire. Shadows and shapes dance within my mind, whispered voices sighing and singing their tales*

 

[Vail_Indigo]

spying all sneaky-like

 

[Daydream_weaver]

*Heart pounding in my chest I weave my way through the trees, heading home. Somewhere she races with me. I can feel her but cannot tell where she is. Does she stalk behind me, pursuing me like her rightful prey? Or has she already breached the wards and now waits in the shadows within the small cabin? Or perhaps she keeps pace at my side. I canot know, I am surrounded by her essence.

I step through the door of my Refuge leaving it open wide. The only light comes from the moon's pale glow through the windows. It caresses my skin as my clothing fades back to the mist it came from leaving nothing hidden.

I stand at the center of the main room, my eyes searching the shadows, going again and again to the open doorway...waiting*

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Wolf runs through the woods ending up just outside the clearing. There she sits, debating. Should she change before she reaches the porch? She thinks about this, but all the while her paws lead her forward, slow steps leading to home, to her, to soft sweetness that she can drown in.

Eventually, the wolf reaches the porch and becomes me. Clothes disappears as I climb the steps. The door is open, I step inside, my eyes going to my Muse...and feasting there. She is perfection. All that is loved and wanted and needed in this world.

"Hello love."

 

[Daydream_weaver]

*I watch her as she steps across the threshold, watch her eyes as they move over my body, my skin tingling as if the touch is physical. I rock slightly on the balls of my feet wanting to rush to her side, but holding myself in check by a mere thread of control.

I gaze at her, watch the moon play along the curves and planes of her body. Places my hands and lips long to follow.

Lifting a pale hand I hold it out to her in invitation...or perhaps a plea...*

Welcome home, my Wolf...

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

There is space between us. I don't want it. I move until I can grab her hand and then tug her closer to me, aligning us from top to bottom. Hands go up, tangling in her hair and pulling her face down to meet mine. A kiss. Soft. sweet. Heady. I want.

"You smell delicious."

Hand dips down to touch that spot between slightly parted legs and curl inside wetness.

"Do you taste good, too?"

 

[Daydream_weaver]

*Skin against skin...bliss. My hands wander over her, tentative and at the same time sure, needing to feel to explore to memorize. But her seeking hand is my undoing. My knees weaken as her fingers find the evidence of her effect on me, liquid heat that gives me away. I grip her forearms and drop my forehead to her shoulder, smothering a needy moan against her skin*

"Do you taste good, too?"

*I have no answer, no words come to my lips. I shake my head slightly, keeping my face against the warmth of her skin. My hips press against her hand on their own, eager, shameless*

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

She trembles against me like a scared animal, but she has no fear. Not of me. This is need. I can smell it, I can smell her. My fingers curls up and in, pushing deeper into her slick folds. Thumb pops up, flicking across the little nubbin of flesh that begs to be treated like fragile glass.

I can feel her head shake, her body losing cohesion, coming apart and I refuse to allow us to stand up any longer.

"Come lay with me and be my love...."

 

[Daydream_weaver]

*The alcove is only a few steps away, but I don't notice my feet moving. Have I led, or have I followed and what does it matter? My hands touch her reverently as the bed receives our bodies.

I want. I need. I crave...her.

I want to wrap myself around her, to hold her with my body and soul. Long fingers splay over the curve of her hip, follow the dip of her waist and cover the span of her ribs.

My eyes seek hers, drawing her in...

I am for you, my Wolf...

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Positioning. It is important. Especially when the Top is smaller than the bottom. But I have lost the idea of Top/bottom, Domme/Sub....and all I am thinking is this woman, is here and she is mine...she is mine. So I straddle her right leg, bringing my left leg up between her widely splayed thighs. My hand is caressing her inside, easing in and out of wetness but I need her movements. I want them. Knee makes contact with my hand, pushing it deeper. My other hand tangles in her hair and I kiss her, hard, fast, deep our bodies rocking together. She says what I know. I answer her with the only thing I have.

Yes, you are.

And there is kissing and bodies slipping against one another, hands holding and tugging, legs pressing up, pressing down, rubbing frantically between parted thighs. Inner walls begin to ripple. But I will not give in, not until she does.

 

[Daydream_weaver]

*I feel her, hot against my thigh and I am lost. I move against her, beneath her, my hands falling to her hips and holding tight. Gasping breaths come from my chest, whimpers and soft cries pass from my lips to hers as we move together.

Hips jerking against her hand I set my toes into the matress and press my thigh to her in the same urgent rhythm. She is heat and wetness and all I need in this moment. A gift. My fingers dig into flesh, unthinking, simply having to feel her against me.

A tightness begins, coiling low, humming through my body. I feel her pushing inside me and thrust back harder, a louder cry ringing through the room. My eyes fly open, wanting to see her, for her to see me...my lips form one silent word*

please...

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Her whispered plea is the beginning of the end for me. My mouth hovers just above hers, tongue tip darting out to taste pouty bottom lip. Toes are digging in to the mattress, keeping me balanced, keeping me moving, keeping me right there. Her hands sink into my flesh and I die. Liiterally, figuratively...I die.

So when I hear that cry, hear the whisper all I can say is~

Please come with me.

And control is gone. Her inner walls clench my fingers so tightly, her hips buck against me, so hard. I catch her scream with a kiss and give her a low growl to swallow as my own wetness pours out, onto her thigh.

 

[Daydream_weaver]

*There is no stopping, no holding back, no thought...we are one in our need and our pleasure. I move, she moves, our bodies struggling against and with each other. My nails score her skin lightly, pulling her tighter against my thigh.

I shatter and feel her there with me, bodies and souls mixing and blending. Something of each left with the other as we are put back together.

Chest heaving as I try to catch a breath I feel her wetness drenching my thigh and cannot resist. Fingers drift, catching and bringing the sweetness to my lips, tasting her. My gaze meets hers, my cheeks suddenly flushing darkly, and whisper*

...mine

 

[Daydream_weaver]

Spring Cleaning

The Refuge has been aired and cleaned​

 

[dragonrazor]

*sticks his head in* Hullo?

 

[Daydream_weaver]

*Arms filled with Spring flowers I step inside from through the glass doors and drop my fragrant burden on the table*

Good day, Raven....how goes it?

*With nimble fingers I begin to separate the flowers into little bundles, tying a thin ribbon around each little bouquet*

 

[dragonrazor]

Eh, rather bored. Was looking up various options for replacing my desktop's OS so I can use the sound card I bought for it months ago.

 

[Daydream_weaver]

What OS are you running now? Not that I know much about them, but I am curious. I have Vista on this laptop, but on my old desktop computer I still have...um...the previous one to Vista.

*pauses to think and then shakes my head*

See...I can't remember. I'm not a techno person. But I do know I despise Vista.

 

[dragonrazor]

What OS are you running now? Not that I know much about them, but I am curious. I have Vista on this laptop, but on my old desktop computer I still have...um...the previous one to Vista.

*pauses to think and then shakes my head*

See...I can't remember. I'm not a techno person. But I do know I despise Vista.

I have XP Professional 32 bit on the desktop. The company that made the sound card only made drivers for every version of XP 32 bit EXCEPT Professional.

Also, Vista isn't really that bad. It could be worse. Microsoft is working on Windows 8 already, without bothering to address the massive amount of incompatibility Windows 7 has.

 

[Daydream_weaver]

I think I just got used to my old one, and I do believe it's XP, but this one does things that annoys me. I am sure I will get used to it in time. I had ME before XP and I swore I would never like XP...but time marches on and technology leaves us behind if we refuse to adapt.

 

[dragonrazor]

I think I just got used to my old one, and I do believe it's XP, but this one does things that annoys me. I am sure I will get used to it in time. I had ME before XP and I swore I would never like XP...but time marches on and technology leaves us behind if we refuse to adapt.

I hated ME. the best one I've used so far is 2000 Professional. But yeah, to go to XP Media Center, the only XP other than Professional that's worth bothering with, I need to get a new video card.

 

[Daydream_weaver]

I had a teacher who refered to ME as "the Operating System Which Shall Not Be Named" he was very disappointed in me for liking it...he also declared that I was not meant to have my hands inside the workings of a computer if it was to ever function correctly again.

*grins and claps my hands once, sharply, sending all my little flower bundles to different corners and surfaces all over the cabin*

 

[dragonrazor]

Heh. I got my hands on an old Dell Dimension L933r a few days ago. It's got ME on it, and it runs fairly smoothly. It has 512 meg, no external graphics card, and a sound card that looks kind of funky. Other than that, I haven't been able to tell much yet. But I can safely say that ME looks rather stripped of options on it.