Faux "Foxy's" Cave

[fr33ks33k]

*The trembling in her voice, the way it quavers on each entry. Music to his ears. His words are relegated to short clipped phrases, mostly the word 'fuck' strung between groans of pleasure. The bed is visibly moving now as he thrusts, his fingers digging into the flesh of her hips hard enough to leave marks. Marks of other kinds are left on her ass, one hand releasing long enough to spank the supple buttocks presented before him. Each cheek is handled in turn, so as not to leave an uneven reddening spreading across them.

It's easy to lose himself in the fever-pitch. In fact, he's almost sure he will, but the ache that is building in his scrotum is inescapable. He feels swollen, surely caused by the fervent nature of their fucking. But it's more than that. More akin to a balloon slowly filled with water, nearing the breaking point. So he pulls his focus to other things, things that will keep him going, but not push him over the brink.

His eyes follow the curve of her spine, losing it in the mess of her hair. Suddenly, tresses are trapped in his fingers. He can't help it really; it just feels natural. Tugging her up and away from the pillow, though it was originally intended to be where she'd keep her face. Now, one hand on her chest and one in her hair, he can pull her entire body in rhythm with his pounding. A nipple, seized between fingers, a ragged breath blown across her shoulder, the repetition of his length filling every last bit of space within her. He finds a few words to whisper in her ear, grinning and nipping her lobe at the end*

Such a good little fox, taking my cock like this...so good...

 

[Faux_Pas]

*she can't breathe, not that she really mind it. Too much air wasted on gasps and cries, deep groans and high pitched squeals of joy. He did as she begged, and more. Rough, hard, commanding and forceful. Disregarding her comfort and considering her pain. Enough, but not too far over that line. Riding the edge of too much in the same manner he rides against her. Pushing and pushing. See how far he can take it without completely breaking.*

GahhhFUCKYES!
*a loud screech of happiness blended with slight pain and surprise as he grasps her hair and tracks back upon get he'd, taking her face from the pillow once buried in and leaving her cries open to the air, to his ears. Another smack to her rear, another alternating. Forcing her hips to buck and writhe, her lips to Perl back slightly as she hisses out in slight pain and certain bliss. Her pussy aches tremendously, his thrusts overwhelming, held in pace by his grip on hair and hip.*

I'm- ah- AHH! Ohhh God, I'm g-going t-to-

*can't get it out. A scream, lingering in the air as she lets go, the flood of pleasure leaving her shaking beneath him as her body quakes and engulfs him, her tight confines clenching against him and spasming athankful embrace against his cock. Her hips still go, rocking and trying, riding out the remains of the orgasm that's left both he and the sheets with reminders of her appreciation*

 

[fr33ks33k]

*She's cumming, he can hear her panting and crying and feel her clenching and writhing. But he's still fucking her. Still clutching her hair and pummeling her pussy. The spasmodic rippling of her inner walls is taking him so very close, but it is one final thrust that pops the building pressure within him. He makes certain not to jerk her head, settling his hands on her chest and hips instead to steady himself as he spurts his seed into her, mingling with the flood she's already started.*

So good, Foxy...so good....

*His voice is low, but the admiration, adoration really...is very evident. He's resting against her, in her. Somehow, his shaft is still semi-rigid. It takes a moment for him to decide to relinquish the warmth of her tunnel, sliding with a slick pop from her depths, hands now gentle, guiding her to turn around. His eyes are bright, but not full of the ferocity they'd formerly held. He's smiling as he leans in to kiss her lips, pulling back after a gentle embrace*

Ok, so I didn't make you only say "fuck" and "more"...but, I'd call it close enough. I'd say now that you've earned that reward, it's time for a nap...

*A small chuckle as he tugs her down onto the bed, draping an arm around her.*

 

[Faux_Pas]

*cuddles up top him for the night, content and smiling through the dulled soreness of her body... Blissfully spent, nuzzling a Freekles through the night with a happy sigh. The dreams he's provided her leave her in her cooing softly in her sleep clutching his arms gently at points... Giggling softly at others. Enjoying him, even in her slumber...*

*cut short by the abrupt arrival of morning. A fox up before dawn and none too happy about it. Whining as she peels free of his grasp, a gentle kiss on his cheek before wandering to her shower.*
Ow. Ow. Ow. Heee. Ow, fuck.
*sore and happy. Washing up. Need coffee.*

 

[Faux_Pas]

*wanders to her library, books settled into stone shelves embedded into the walls, light entering from the skylight openings above. Simple beanbags strewn about for seating, notebooks and random sticky notes left upon surfaces and walls, varying notes of reminders and ideas, thoughts of a mind that can never keep up.*

*settling into one of those seats, clutching one of those books, and pen in blue pulled from the messy bun of hair. Good to know where one always is, though she almost always forgets. Plopping the open book in her lap, the thought drifting in meet the page... Random things, questionings... Worries and daydreams. And those naughty things. So many naughty things. Her. Him. Others, unknown.. But there. A mind too busy to stop, too lost to focus. Write them all, get it out. Remember and question later...*

 

[fr33ks33k]

As was I. We just recently started one up...which reminds me, I need to post to that this weekend.

 

[Faux_Pas]

Blank. That's about the extent of description that can be given to her current state of mind. Blank inside. Not really focused on this or that or anything in particular. Things outside of her control, outside of her hidden world.

Overfilled and overwhelmed. Needing a place of silence and to just let her mind be nothing. Stop worrying, stop analyzing, stop with the "maybe" and "what if".

Stop thinking of things that should be simply forgotten. Stop thinking if things that only hurt from so many sides.

Keep the blank.

To her bath, the pool of water residing in stone. Sinking in silently, simply settling to the bottom, as low and as long as she can until her lungs plead for air once again. A want to ignore it, be something else to forget. They burn and demand, forcing her to resurface and draw in deeply.

Damn.

 

[Faux_Pas]

My goodness I love this woman

 

[Faux_Pas]

*peeks around her cave curiously, hands on her hips as she contemplates what seems... Off. A momentary glance at to the large space of the open living room area sets the plan in motion- this time of year requires something! Wrapping herself up in a long peacoat and scarf, a hat tugged down over her ears before slipping on a set of kneehigh boots, grabbing a scarf along the way and heading out from the cave. A small saw in hand (though no knowledge on how to properly use the damn thing), stomping through the decent snowfall that crunches under herssteps to move further into the woods.*

"Tree. Need a tree. A pretty tree..."
*mumbling away, hunting for the perfect greenery- grinning as a fairly decently sized Douglas comes into view. That will smell wonderful near the fire... Not too close, of course, but a nice scent to fill the enlarged cave. More branches of other greenery claimed along the way, a nice pile of decor to drag home...*

"Though some help with this tree would be wonderful..."

 

[Scuttle Buttin']

Wrapping herself up in a long peacoat and scarf, a hat tugged down over her ears before slipping on a set of kneehigh boots, grabbing a scarf along the way and heading out from the cave.

There are few things a woman can wear that I find sexier than a long coat and hat. Just saying.

 

[fr33ks33k]

"Want some assistance there?"

*He's good at being at the right place at the right time. At the wrong time, too, but this can only be called good fortune. He's bundled up in a black leather trench coat, a thick scarf, a headband made of thick cotton and leather gloves to match. The air's definitely for chilly near the cave, but if he's cold it doesn't show anywhere save his nose and cheeks*

 

[Faux_Pas]

*Peeks up, her hat nearly falling down over her eyes a bit before being pushed back up, a sheepish grin on her face as she nods*
"Freekles! What good timing!"

*A point, and a frown, at the tree with a small crack going at the base of it*
"I tried. It... didn't... go too well. Can you maybe take over?"

*Another nod to the pile of brush she's gathered up, then a giant grin that fills to her reddened cheeks from the chill*
"I'm trying to get the Cave ready for the holidays. A few boughs of green, a nice big tree, a good fire, some lights and some sparkly things and shiny stuff and I'll be a very happy lil fox."

*Her grin grows even more with that, somehow. Plucking back up her own pile, she waits to see what he can do with the axe and the tree, giving a little shiver as she waits. Wonderfully aimed snowflake, right down the back of her neck.*

"If you can get that, the sooner I can get that fire going, too. And cocoa. Winter is so much better with cocoa."

 

[fr33ks33k]

"You had me at cocoa!"

*a chuckle and a smile find her before he's stooping down to try and finish the work she's done to the trunk of the tree. Longer arms make the sawing much easier, and it only takes about five or so minutes to fell the fir. While he's working he keeps glancing up to see her smiling, shivering as the odd snowflake finds a way around her defenses from the cold. With the task done he stands up, one hand holds the saw over his shoulder, the other curls around the base of the tree. It'll take some effort to drag it, but nothing too strenuous*

"Shall we?"

 

[Faux_Pas]

"Absolutely!"

*Another big grin, cuddling up against his warm arm and carrying her the bundle she carries back towards the cave while he drags the tree behind him. A quick peek back shows the dusted path he's making, a tiny giggle leaving her lips at the sight.*

"Hey, cocoa only happens if you help with the decorating. Did I forget to mention that part?"

*Another smile, glancing up to him as she pushes open the small door blocking the entry. the pile of brush is dropped at the side of the cave floor, sliding it aside with her foot before peeling off the layers of outer clothing to get down to the jeans and sweater underneath*

"The tree stand is set up in the living room. I've got some lights up in my closet, I can run and grab those. If you can plop that in place, I'll be back in just a second... And then I can get around to making that cocoa."

 

[fr33ks33k]

"I kinda figured..."

*He pulls the tree inside, eyes following her gesture to the stand meant for it. A quick nod ad he's dragging it over, trying to line up the stump with the hole in the stand.

After several attempts, he finally gets it I flush, peeling off his trench coat and other winter trappings to more mobilely crawl under and screw in the supports. With that done he wriggles back out, pine needles stuck to him and random spots of sap on his long-sleeved shirt. He steps back to make sure the tree isn't crooked, tilting his head to the side*

 

[Faux_Pas]

*Steps over to her bookcase on the bedroom wall to steal out a Little Back Book and jot down a few notes....*

My Running Threads
Housecat
Villainous Love
Yesterdays and Tomorrows
Rosenrot
Such a Silly Girl
Batman Beyond: Double Trouble
Taming the Beast

My Open threads

Dead Threads
Pawn of Wizards
My Neighbor's Secret
Dear Brother
Little Black Book
Psycho Babble
Pavlov

 

[Faux_Pas]

Sits in her chair, watching the snow from the window, glancing up at the click-clack-click of claws on the stone floor that indicates the return of her fuzzy friends. Sure enough, snow coated fur and panting little grins on both Elvis and Eartha as the two trot to her, nuzzling chilly noses against her palms. "G'Mornin', you two." A soft voice, stooping to hug the set briefly before standing up. "Lets get some coffee and water, hm? Where did you tear about, anyway? Off stalking a bunny? Nah... You chased all those off months ago. All that's left is a few squirrels and that crazy raccoon by the lake... Maybe that psycho frog once in awhile too. Elvis, don't eat him."

A growl in response, the two eagerly taking the offered bowls of water before taking her own cup of coffee and wandering off, up to her library once again.

Books, notebooks, diaries.
All places to make new thoughts and remember old ones.
Stories with others involved. Dreams made on my own.

Music. Music makes everything go by so much better. Life needs a soundtrack. Radiohead fitting for the current mood. Turns on the mp3 player and sets to going through the books that can be moved. The ones out of place.

 

[fr33ks33k]

*The wintry forest leaves not many trails to follow, but it's easy to find the twin sets of paw prints in the snow. After a short walk, he finds the stone door to the cave, snowy tracks leading into the depths of the stonework.

The last time he was here was around Christmas time, but all those trappings have been put away, exchanged for more casual accoutrements. The prints turn into wet spots that slowly dry the further into the cavern he goes.

The two foxes from before are happily drinking from water bowls near the kitchen, but the owner of the cave is nowhere to be seen. The male fox looks up, giving a querulous stare before its head twitches in the direction of the spiral staircase. He smiles and tips a slight nod to it before ascending the stairs*

Thanks, Elvis.

*Once he's reached the top, its only a few short paces to get to the library, where he hears a soft humming. She must be writing or cleaning. Perhaps both at the same time.

He knocked at the doorframe to signal his arrival, smiling as she looked over to him*

Hi there. It's been a while since I paid you a visit. Now seemed like a good time. I hope I'm not disturbing you.

 

[Faux_Pas]

Up the ladder, down the ladder. Lots of spots for stuff. Music moving on to louder songs, making it hard at first to notice the knocking- peeking back when it finally hits her, smirking at him.

"Hey there. Nope. No disturbing. Just some... Not anywhere near spring cleaning." A grin and a hop off the little ladder, scooting aside a few still waiting books. "Those two are not very good guards, now are they? My fault, I suppose. Gotten them so used to being around others... They growl and look tough, but..."

A little pause, that smirk growing. "I better stop there. You'll say they take after me..." moving around the table in the middle of the room, pointing to a set of overstuffed brown leather chairs and ottomans near the little windows. "Let me just turn the music down, one sec."

 

[fr33ks33k]

*He just smiles at her comments. She already knows his answer, and cuts short accordingly. The chairs are plush and comfortable; as usual he puts his feet up, always one for reclining.*

Spring cleaning...I should probably do some of that when the season rolls around. Get rid of some stuff that's just collecting dust and make room for more stuff to collect it later.

*A soft chuckle escapes, his eyes following her as she moves around the room*

 

[Faux_Pas]

"I have too many books. They get read a few times but... Then... Just a pile. Gotta make room for other stuff. That and... I just hate clutter."

Finally finished with the last stack, passing the table enough to completely turn off the music before coming over to the chairs, choosing to plunk down on the ottoman his feet rest on rather than the opposite chair. Playing with his shoes, a tiny smirk coming to her lips.

"I noticed no comment on the foxes thing. You totally agreed, didn't you?!"
Another grin, tugging on a shoelace.
"I learned things from them too, y'know..."

 

[fr33ks33k]

I tend to straighten my clutter after it hits a certain point.

*His eyes follow her all the way to the ottoman, watching as she toys with his laces*

My silence said more than any words could've, I suppose.

So what sorts of things did you learn from them? Surely it wasn't how to untie shoelaces...

*A quirk finds both corners of his mouth; his trademark smirk showing just a hint of teeth*

 

[Faux_Pas]

"If you don't have anything good to say, hm?" Another smirk, still playing with laces, tugging a bit more, glancing up at the mention of other fox lessons. "Ohh, that? Just a little habit. Partially from them, I guess. Distraction. And a slowing device. They like to get under my feet when I try to get away from them... But I certainly can't get down on the floor like that without you wondering what I'm up to. Granted, there are a number of fun things I can do down there.... But prouncing around at your feet would be a very noticeable thing." Patting his shoe, a quick grin given again. "Loose shoe strings, however... Are a good quick one."

Stretching and smiling sweetly, glancing to the door as one of the animals referenced wanders by the door, looking back to him before continuing. "They can beg very well. And are very determined. And sneaky. And stealthy. I'm.... Still working on that. And the graceful. Well... Eartha is working on that too. Fell off the table trying to steal my steak last week, but- where was I? Oh. What I've learned."

Leaning over a but, resting her hands on his legs, beaming up at him. "If you find something interesting... You make sure you keep your eyes on it... Find out just how much fun you can have with it."

 

[fr33ks33k]

Something like that. And it sounds like you've learned quite a bit from them.

*His eyes move from his shoes to the fox that's entered the library. He feels a shudder along his skin as her hands rest on his thighs.*

That sounds like a very reasonable lesson. And just what do you have your eye on at the moment?

 

[Faux_Pas]

"They're pretty smart, yep."
another smile, creeping up a bit more, now laying on his resting legs, hand idly playing against his thigh. "What did I see? Ohhhh, this, that, and another thing...."
The wandering fingers stop, resting right at the edge of his thigh, glancing up to his eyes with another smirk. "Mainly.... Mainly the THIS."