Luna's Haven~closed save for invitees.

She tilted her head back and downed the rest of the beverage. She pushed off the door jam and walked into the room, setting the glass down on a coaster. She smiled and shook her head.

"I've no doubt there are many creatures in these woods that belong to you, Luna. I will try not to cause them alarm."

Her lips curved even more as she raised an eyebrow at Luna's suggestion. She folded her arms across her chest and smirked just a bit.

"I'm not going to tell you that you can't scrub my back, if you're looking to join me. You can even lead the way."
 
A low husky giggle, before rising and stretching, up on tip toe, arms above my head. Shoulders, back, thighs...all stretch, a pop of sound as something realigns.

Oh, I will lead you, pretty.

Stepping close, grabbing one slender hand in mine. A moment later, we are headed up the steps toward the bathroom. I point, small hand waving.

Go ahead and set the water the way you'd like it. I am gonna go grab you some towels and a fresh loofah.

Rising up to press a soft kiss on a pointed chin.
 
Her fingers easily entwined with the other woman's as the slowly climbed the stairs. Her muscles screamed with every step, but it wasn't an unfamiliar feeling and she pushed it aside. If her muscles didn't hate her after a work out, it couldn't be called a work out. As they found the bathroom and those lips danced across the damp skin of her chin, she leaned in and softly pressed her lips to Luna's cheek. She nodded and pushed into the room, heading straight for the tub.

She turned the shower on almost painful hot. Then she second guessed herself, knowing she would be sharing the shower. She enjoyed the water so hot it often turned her skin red and the steam left her lightheaded. Not everyone enjoyed their showers as such, so she lowered it to what she believed to be a tolerable level to others. She then sat on the toilet and began unlacing her boots. Setting them aside, she began to strip. It wasn't long before her long, lean form was bare. Hard, muscled lines earned through a lot of hard work rippled across her body, complimented by small curves that fit her proportionately. The tribal markings that had been on the fur of her tigress were tattooed to her arms and across her back was an image of a white tiger resting across her shoulders. The alchemical symbol for water was tattooed just below her rib cage.

With the water appropriately warm, she jumped in the tub, turning her face up to it and let it rain down over her. Eyes closed, she enjoyed the simple pleasure. Water was her element, even if she had been born under fire. There was never a place she felt more at home than the sea.
 
Wolfing returns, carrying all the essentials for a clean...big Cat. Her own body is already bared, so she doesn't have to worry about getting nude. Upon entering the bathroom, she drops the towels onto the heated towel rack and then eases her way toward the shower, which, from this distance, doesn't strike her as nearly hot enough.

More hot water, please?

One small hand snakes around a trim waist, holding a brand new loofah up so that the Tigress can grasp it.

I feel like I am freezing in here.

Pressing herself against a slender, well muscled back so that she can get some of the water streaming over tattoo'd flesh.
 
She grinned at Luna's request and jacked the heat up. She shivered a bit as the water bordered on painfully hot, just the way she liked most things. She tilted her head into the water as the small, quick hand wrapped around her body, offering the luufah. She ran her hand along Luna's arm until she found the puffed material and held on to it, the water raining down across her face and soaking her hair. She spun around in Luna's arm, tilting her head back before wiping her eyes. The cold sweat slid easily off her form, leaving her skin in the first stage of being clean. She smiled and moved her head so more of the water could rain down over the wolf, her front pressed to Luna's.

"Long day?"
 
Body to body.

Feels good. Steam rising. Feels better. The Tigress takes the proffered loofah before spinning around so that the Wolf's smallness is pressed even more intimately against her taller, slender figure.

It is happy making.

Honey brown eyes open wider, even as water pounds against sensitive flesh. She looks nice, all wet and starting to redden due to the hot water. Wolfling grins, a dimpled flash of white, and nods.


Very long day. Thank all the Gods that ever were that it is over. How bout you?
 
She lathers soap into the loofah, seemingly completely at home in the falling water. Her skin was, indeed, flushing with crimson. Her emerald gaze looked over Luna's form, not bothering to hide that she was. It was hard not to notice. But she smiled then, offering the loofah to her.

"It was long, but since I was first to leave today, it wasn't awful. Simple and straight forward. I was definitely ready to leave, though. It's been pretty busy at work, especially when you have to be on call."
 
Wolfing takes the soapy loofah and begins to scrub the flesh before her.

Neck.
Shoulders.
Arms.
Hands.
Breasts.
Belly.
Thighs.

The Wolf kneels in the bottom of the shower so that she can get~

Knees.
Shins.
Ankles.

She avoids the sex place, the bottoms of the big Cat's feet. After all, those are spots that Tigress might want to wash for herself.


Turn around please.

One small hand moves the wet fall of hair so that the other can start scrubbing~

Back.
Hips.
The perfect heart shaped butt.
Thighs.
Backs of the knees.
Calves.


Here. You can do the rest, Tigress. I would feel odd, doing those particular spots.
 
She stood still as the quick efficient hands scrubbed her clean. Once the loofah was offered back to her, she chuckled a bit.

"I would never want to make you uncomfortable."

She accepted the loofah and finished with her scrubbing and then stood back underneath the water, tilting her head back as she sighed softly in pure pleasure. The soap ran down her skin until it eventually faded completely. She stepped to the side and raised an eyebrow.

"I can offer the same in return."
 
A blush, a grin.

Oh I just wanted to see you naked, Tigress. For myself? I already took my shower when I first awakened this morning.

Husky laughter as the Wolfling steps from the shower and snatches a towel from the towel rack.

Enjoy the water, big Cat. I need some rest in the real world. find me soon, Okay?
 
Laughter fills the room and the Tigress shakes her head.

"If you wanted to see me naked, all you had to do was ask, Luna. Though, I'm not going to complain. I got to see you naked, too. Rest well!"
 
Home but still not open for visits.

I walk the rooms looking for the perfect place to put the gift Tigress had found.

Finally, a spot in my upstairs hallway.

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Perfection.

Beneath the picture a shelf. Upon that shelf?

This.

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My stroll through the dark wood is soon rewarded by the gentle glow of Luna's cabin. I'm glad to exchange its low light for the shadows of the forest. Normally shadow and I rather agree, but tonight I am very glad to slip onto her porch. I wonder if she's at home. Instead of barging in tonight I sit on the edge of her porch. If she's here I'll stay if not I can disappear.
 
I stroll slowly through her woods enjoying the night. There are places the trees block out all the light from the stars and the moon and I can hardly see a thing. Even knowing there is nothing here that's a danger to me I find myself get that shiver up my spine.

I continue down the lonesome path to a place decidedly less lonesome. The warmth and light of Luna's haven seems to invite me in, so I waste no time opening a window and climbing into her house.
 
Framed and hung upon the wall, the entrance to my home.


Still I Rise


by Maya Angelou

You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops,
Weakened by my soulful cries?

Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin' in my own backyard.

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history's shame
I rise
Up from a past that's rooted in pain
I rise
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.

Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.
 
Home again. Finally, home.

Things have been crazy. Too many negative feelings pushed down, swallowed. Too many words left unsaid for fear that I will snap. Changes being made. Here. In the real world.

Focus is slow in coming but it is coming.

So home again.

The doors are thrown open. Sunrise and Gray meet me at the door, looking bedraggled and a little worse for the wear. I know they want to yell at me but they don't. Instead, heads are placed against the solidity of my thighs.

I trail long nails through fur and connect.

And eventually, I clean my abode.
 
Linden materializes once again, stepping from the wood of the cross into the dark of the lower levels of the haven.

Hearing a bustling above, she creeps up the stairs and slips out the door and into the surrounding forest.

She melts once more into the heart of her tree and slumbers fitfully as the winter winds whip her branches to and fro.
 
A few days later, a warm winter sun finds her stirring from her tree, walking over to her aunt's tree, the willow near the slow stream. She hugs her aunt, whispering quietly to her, and a branch lightly falls from the willow.

Sitting with her back to her aunt's tree, nestled within its roots, she holds the branch, her fingers pressing here, pulling a little there, until a handle forms and the bark is smoothed so as to create a comforting, almost caressing, contact with a hand that is slightly larger than Linden's.

She presses the branch between her breasts, hugs it there and mouths words that are more like the sounds of breezes in leaves, and the branch's end begins to grow numerous small withes that extend to almost 4 feet in length, then thicken but retain the elasticity of a willow wand.

She smiles as she looks at her creation, a flogger for the lady of the cabin, and places it lovingly to the side of the cabin's door.

She retreats to her tree, and slowly sinks back into its embrace.
 
Back~back to the place that no longer feels like home and hasn't for months. Back to the area that I had marked as mine in ages past. I owe words for stories here. I doubt, very sincerely, that I will be able to drum up any sort of words for them.

Despair, depression, depthless black~makes words very hard to find.

I shall try. And if I can't? If this place bugs me too much for things to be ended in their proper times?

Well, I shall bid a fond adieu to the place where I used to spend such happy times and move on to something else. Hell, most of the move has already been accomplished anyway.

So...home. A haven that no longer is.

I open my dusty, unused lap top and prepare to see just what types of words I owe, now.
 
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