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A low whimpery sigh as sharp teeth find sensitive ear.

"Not fair. As for easier reading? That's why I have mangas and graphic novels."

Husky laughter that catches slightly as a warm breath tickles my skin.

"Oh, you are a tease, Sir. Of course, you would start something I am too tired to properly appreciate."

Voice deepens toward a light husky tenor.

"I do believe that you do these things on purpose...."
 
"It certainly feels like it, doesn't it? Two of my favorite books to this day are The Giver and The Last Book in the Universe. Both portray unique and really entrancing worlds. And as a bonus The Giver is a banned book, or it used to be anyway."

I had paused to speak, but now I continue gentle tugs at your ear with my teeth. My hands start slowly exploring you're body, spending as much time in one place as another.
 
I feel...relaxed. Not pent up or overwhelmed. Not unsure or hurried, just...relaxed. And it makes me smile. His hands are large, warm, and rather soft, for a guy. That soothes me. My own hands are roaming his chest, covering his arms, leaving faint scratch marks on any available surface.

"What I want is the collected works of Mark Twain....silly huh?"

A wide yawn, one that causes my jaw bones to creak alarmingly.

"Oh, not sure how much longer I will be here. In the RW? I am in bed...under the covers with the lap top on my lap...but I am inching downward...so slowly...so...if I fade away? You know why....'
 
"Fair enough. And wanting the collected works of someone who is often pronounced as the greatest author our nation ever produced is not silly."

One of my hands pushes up your back to your hair and the other continues wandering down your side.

"And I know the position you're in. Sleep well if I don't get another chance to tell you."
 
I climb into his lap then, curling my body close to his, my nose buried at the juncture where strong male shoulder joins the line of the throat. Even as I am fading, I place a soft kiss, right there...biting once sharply before fading gently into the RW.

"I have to sleep. Thank you...and see you...very soon."
 
Home again. Tired. Dispirited. head achey. In need of rest. Serious rest where the alarm doesn't get the chance to awaken me before I want to BE up. I slip inside my Haven and throw a sign up on the door.

STAY OUT. Grumpy Wolfling inside.​
 
Notes on a scene~

Danica Keller~short haired, busty, bronze skinned. Not the average looking Celtic admirer. Not at all. And yet. Here she was~travelling Scotland, Ireland, England. Researching. Learning. Studying the places one usually only reads about in mythology books.

Here is the supposed Lake that the Lady came from. Here is the research that points to that small island as being Avalon. There. That is where the Tuatha de Danann came from. Here. Here is a faery ring, a faery mound. A faery sidhe? Is that why we call them the Sidhe?

She drowned in all things Gaelic, her mind a morass of language and words, of ideas and wants, of dreams and desires. She was the perfect type to draw the Fae's attention. After all, she believed. Completely. No doubts, at all.

And of course, she wanted to see a representative of Good People. What self respecting seeker of knowledge wouldn't want to meet a Faery Lady, a Faery Lord? What woman of the wise, a practioner of Fairy Wicca, wouldn't die to meet one of the Lordly ones? Did it ever cross her mind that there were both light and dark courts? No. Why would it? Fae aren't human. Why would she assume evil intent from those of the Mound?

The dark Sidhe. Those who follow Mab, not Titania and Oberon. Those who seek after the older ways. Those who hunt, those who exist in that place between dark and light. Much like herself.

She existed in a world filled with dark gray ether. No right, no wrong. Only now. Only what she required. Wicca? Helped her to focus, gave a her a bit of the moral compass she lacked. The world of BDSM? Did the same. The two were not mutually exclusive~ no matter what her circle thought.

Even so, the idea of meeting a Dark Lord? Never crossed her mind. Was it planted that way?

SO that I have these ideas together....
 
Head still throbs. Still pulses and aches. Doesn't matter. I only have a little bit of time left to deal with it...then it will be all over. I can go home. Take drugs. Sleep. YAY. Sleep. My head feels full. Too many words, too many pictures, too many wants, needs, desires....



Fuck.
 
In reality? I have just left my daddi, took two sleeping pills and am waiting for them to kick in. I am also debating owed posts and waiting for my son to bring his behind HOME!

But here. In my haven? I am sitting in front of a small fire and staring into it's flames. It seems like my thoughts are all over the place...and I want them to slow down. I want them to give me time to breathe. I want to think.


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The flames flicker, causing my eyes to droop with want of sleep. Yet, I owe a post for Abbie and Lorena....and so I reach for my lap top and open it, praying the words come out right.
 
I have made yet another journey through the god blessed woods to see my wolfy. I step on the porch and think: should I knock or should I just leave like always? Don't want to bother her when she doesn't feel well. Maybe......
 
Sensitive nose picks up the scent of sugar and spice, of beer? A smile. Grayfang jumps up, runs to the door. DJ's here. Let her in! I smile, stand, stretch. Walk to the door and open it.

Hey love, waiting for the pills to kick in and writing the second one of my owed posts while waiting for son son...you coming in?
 
I've been many places here in the lit world, but not here yet. The forest is a comforting place when you're acquainted with it. While not well versed in this part of the forest, I'm comfortable here. I smile, I can feel the presence of this place.

Whistling softly I find my way to her Haven. A wolf pup perks up from the porch, issues a curious sound and trots forward. I drop to his level, eyes on his, hand out for him to sniff. After a moment or two he seems to accept me, licks my hand, and lets me pass.

"Evening Miss Luna, hope you're doing well tonight."
 
A grin stretches across my face showing the dimple my love loves soooo much. She...smelled me??! lol Of course she did.

Yes baby I will come in if you would like me to.
 
Smiling, I grab her hand, tugging her inside. Just as I get ready to shut the door...Gray rushes outside. Wandering toward my house is an old friend, Rider.

Have a seat daddi, m'love. Gotta go say hello to Rider...

Stepping on to the porch, I grin up at him, my eyes flashing in the gloom.

Hello sweetness. Have you met my RW Daddi yet? Would you like to?
 
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"Hello Luna, lovely place you have here."

I smile, mounting the steps.

"No, I don't believe I've had the pleasure, and I'm always up for meeting new people."
 
In the words of my Luna: "damn puter!"

I sit on the couch staring at Luna as she walks to the door. Like Lil Wayne said I hate to see her go but I love to watch her leave.

I feel the warmth of the fire and am glad I made the trip through the woods. Damn it where is her benadryl??
 
Smiles and extends my hand also.

"Any friend of my Luna's is a friend of mine."
 
My handshake is firm, but friendly.

"Ditto that. You're very fortunate to know her in the RW."
 
Music starts Rihanna. Unfaithful I grab Rider's hand and tug him inside just as Daddi says hello.

Daddi, this is my friend Rider, resident awesome writer and one of the best guy friends a girl could have. Rider, this is my daddi. Yesterday was our 2 year anniversary...long story really. All that matters is she's my lady...and I am hers.

I push him gently into a chair and resettle myself on the couch nect to DJ, hand coming to my mouth to stifle a yawn.

I won't be here for long. Took sleeping pills and my kids are finally home...so I can sleep...
 
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