Luna's Haven~closed save for invitees.

Takes the glass from Luna and sips. "Mmmmm...tart!" Yes, it is interesting how some people can do that to you...draw you out.
 
I slip into a seat beside E and take a taste of my lemonade. Good and cold. The sounds of voices washes over me, soothing the jagged edges. I like it when the people that are important to me...those who could become important to me...meet and converse. It feels like a mini party.

E says~

"Just what I needed, or at least one thing I needed."

I laugh.

Moon says~

"I will certainly return. Such a lovely home you have. It is nice to feel welcome somewhere"

I grin.

After all, nothing says friendship like a person willing to visit you even when they are not the most sociable of creatures.
 
"Mmmmm...tart!"

Husky laughter, as I finish off the rest of my lemonade.

"I am NOT!!!"

Leaning over, putting my head on E's shoulder and heaving a happy sigh.
 
"Mmmmm...tart!"

Husky laughter, as I finish off the rest of my lemonade.

"I am NOT!!!"

Leaning over, putting my head on E's shoulder and heaving a happy sigh.
"I am sorry to run. I must go, but I shall return. Farewell Luna. It was a pleasure to make your aquiantance Erlind." Slams down the galf drunken glass of lemonade and rushes out.
 
"Hope to see you again Palemoon."

I set down a mostly empty glass on the table. As the person new to me leaves. I turn to the Luna and nod.

"I'm still here. I just get distracted and pulled away occasionally. She seems nice." The comment regarding the woman seems insufficient, but I don't know her well enough to really say more.
 
I smile, feeling his body leaning against my own. Sometimes the RW can whirl him away and I don't have a clue until later. I know it does the same to me.

"She is nice and I am trying to get to know her outside the confines of those one off threads...tis a hard thing to do."

Rise, long enough to take the now empty glasses back into my kitchen and rinse them out before placing them in the dishwasher. Them it's a simple matter to return and climb onto his lap and wrap strong arms round his neck.

"How you doing? Am very glad to see you here, by the way."
 
"Honestly, I spend a lot of my time these days tired and rather annoyed. I just try to enjoy my free time when I have it."

An exasperated sigh ends the sulking and a smile quickly returns to my face.

"How have you been Luna? Is the world treating you right?"
 
Low laughter, mouth pressed intimately to the soft skin at the bottom of his throat.

"The world has been treating me rather well, just lately. Not nearly enough free time BUT can't bitch about it when it means the bills are being paid well in advance of their due dates."

Inhaling his scent, storing it for later remembrances.

"am glad you seem to be doing okay, even if your annoyance means that you are grumpy and pouty from time to time."
 
"We'll just have to find a way to keep my spirits high." The feels cheesy even to me, but I don't care really. I kiss the lovely creature I have in my lap. Long and sensuous. Hands wander.

"It may seem silly, but I've missed you, wolf."
 
Blushing. Face hot. Silly? Nope. Not to me.

"I have missed you as well, E...isn't that obvious?"

Fingers massage neck, lips trace jaw line...

"So obviously, I don't find it silly at all..."
 
I love her touch, her lips.

"You're right. The nature of where we meet makes our visits fleeting, so I felt strange about missing you. There's nothing really strange about it though."

Hands run down her curves almost possessively as if I could ever posses such a wild creature as her. Then I lean down and steal her lips with mine. Passion. Hints of lust. Longing.
 
Low murmuring growl.

Fingers comb upward through short hair. Tug. Tangle. Hold. They say possession is 9/10ths of the law. That means that we possess one another whenever we are together. No matter where that togetherness occurs.

Nails dig sharp, shallow furrows along his nape, down over his shoulders. Burrowing beneath clothing, wishing his shirt was no longer an obstacle.

Greedy Wolf.

Kiss ends, fingers and nails and hands stop their motions...breath comes quickly.


"Nothing strange at all. And anyway, I decided long and long ago that I was going to have you for my very own chew toy...whether you are here or not, makes no never mind. Wolves know."
 
"Oh, I'm you're chew toy?" I act surprised as if I didn't know. "Wolves do know, but maybe I didn't?"

I shift under her then suddenly I push her against the chair and dash out of the room. I've been told I'm contrary and often difficult, but I think these things make life more fun. Is it really prey if the wolf doesn't have to catch it?

A sharp turn in the kitchen nearly topples me over, but I remain steady. I find stairs. I know she has to be nearly on me, but if I look back I'll surely be caught.
 
I am tossed as he slips away and heads through my kitchen, toward the stairs leading to my bedroom. Not the smartest move he could have made. After all, there is no escape upstairs.

Fingers twiddle as I rise from my sprawled position and begin to follow my prey. Now, once he enters a room? That is where he will stay til I get there. My grin is wide. I love it when chew toys fight back...


"Leaving me so soon, friend E?"

The footsteps are barely heard as I place each foot with exquisite care...avoiding all the spots that make noise..

"I just wanted to talk to you...with teeth and tongue and hands...and other things..."

Voice teases.
 
Surprisingly I make it up the stairs. I dart through a door and slam it behind me. As I take in my surroundings it seems as though I may have made a calculated error. Her bedroom with no other exits. I try a window, but the latch won't budge in the least. I try my usual set of tricks and try to simply fade away into the shadows to force her to continue the chase elsewhere, but even that will not work for me. There is literally only one way out and I know she is approaching it.

I press myself against a wall just out of sight. It will be a vary temporary hiding spot. Perhaps it will conceal me long enough to dart out.

"Just talk, of course," I call out to my pursuer, "we can talk just fine from here though can't we?"
 
I hear his pounding heart.

He must have realized he is now trapped. In my bedroom. With NO WAY OUT.

Giddy laughter.

I reach out, caressing the door knob with one small, strong hand. His words reach me, through the solidity of my bedroom door. His words make the laughter louder.


"Just talk, of course. We can talk just fine from here though can't we?"

Low husky laughter.

"Of course we could, but where is the fun in that?"

Fingers move and the door knob turns...so very slowly. I step through the small opening, leaving NO extra room for him to escape.

"Now, now E...come here and let me talk to you..."

Voice drops, smile widens, hands clench...and release..nails fanning outward...curved and black and long...His scent hits my nostrils like a fist. Heat and musk and that tang of turned on male...

"I see you."

Light brown eyes focus on him, standing there, in the only semi dark corner of the room.
 
She spots me, but I don't budge an inch, can't. There is no where else to go anyway, so as she advances I remain rooted where I am.

"I guess you've caught me. You know some more of that iced tea would be great ..."

She continues her advance with a predatory gleam in her eye. Part of me wanted to get caught, still does. As she closes in on me I make a final desperate dive away from her.
 
Iced tea. He wishes. I want to drink from HIM, not get him a drink. He moves, his body sinuously gliding along the wall before he dives headfirst toward the door. One small hand darts out, snags his shirt tail and yanks.

"Don't leave, love. We have so very MANY things to talk about..."

He is straining away from me. I am strong but he is a man. A trained man in good physical condition. I can't hold him here...so I cheat. Left foot, lashes out and catches his ankle, tripping him.

"I just wanna talk to you..."

Husky alto in his ear.
 
It wouldn't have been fun if I hadn't been really trying to escape, but she manages to send me crashing to her bedroom floor.

"I thought I was a chew toy, do you often talk to your chew toys?" I ask the question just to tease her. She has me now and as much as I struggled to escape I want to know what she will do with me, want to feel it.
 
His teasing query makes me giggle. I am on his back. One hundred thirty five pounds of soft/hard girl flesh riding his back like a pony.

"I enjoy talking to my chew toys...makes it better when they know what is going to happen to them"

I lean forward so that my mouth is just by his ear. Tongue darts out to trace an ear lobe while hands wander hither and yon, learning the shape of him through his shirt...

"If I were you? I would flip over. Otherwise you are going to lose your shirt...I will cut it off."
 
She has me. I think she has had me for a long time before now, but this is more ... real. I could be stubborn, force her to force me, and maybe I still will, but not yet. She gives me just enough room and I slowly flip over beneath her.

If there had been any question just how wrapped up in her I was its gone now. I am incredibly hard and while sometimes I'm able to hide it, tonight it is painfully clear just how much I want her.

It wasn't the chase, but something has caused me to lose my breath suddenly. Wordlessly I remove my shirt for her, not waiting to be told.
 
Eyes are fastened on him. He moves quickly, his hardness pressed against my softness. I rock. I rock on him, against him, and giggle. He makes me smile.

The shirt is tossed away...and I see his chest. Naked. Nails pluck masculine nipples. Head leans down, mouth kisses along jaw line and over cheek bones. Teeth bite into bottom lip, tugs.


"You do not want to lay on my floor, do you? Not when I have a most comfortable bed..."

I look over my shoulder at the bed I am speaking of...I want him on it....
 
She toys with me in the most devious way. Her nails, her teeth finding just the right spots to tease me. When she rocks back against me I shudder.

"It couldn't hurt to lay down and relax." The words were meant to be causal and suggestive, but inevitably that reveal just how lost in her I already am. I feel her behind me when I get up and move to the bed.

I sit. Just on the edge of the bed I'm perched looking back at her. If she wants me any other way she'll just have to ... put me there.
 
He sits there, his back straight, his head slightly bent. I know he is attempting to push my buttons, trying to get a reaction. I will give him one. I move from my spot behind him so that I am sitting on his lap, legs on either side of his waist. Hand grabs his throat, fingernails barely grazing the flesh there.

"Lay down. NOW."

And then a smile.....
 
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