Luna's Haven~closed save for invitees.

[Luna_Wolf72]

I nod, because that was the way it had played in my head, back when Misty had done the about face and completely thrown me for a loop. ALl the while he is stroking, petting and soothing.

I find myself crawling into his lap...because I know that either he or I will leave soon and I wanted him to have something...

"Don't mind me, just getting comfortable..."

I lean in, forehead resting against his for just a moment before my mouth brushes his in a soft, slow kiss.

"Much better than a forehead kiss."

 

[Erlind]

"Much better," I tell her.

I take her face in my hands and return a kiss. Long and sensuous. Quiet forest sounds are all that is heard besides the occasional sound of our lips as the kiss continues on. The only movement our slow motions. The kiss continues.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Sometimes, I forget why it is that I wait so patiently for his visits. Sometimes, I worry that his real life will whirl him completely out of reach, where not even fantasy can follow.

This is NOT one of those times.

The kiss contains longing and sweetness...and all of those little things that no one will ever say because words lessen them.

I find myself moaning low, fingertips brushing the nape of his neck, nails teasing the flesh there. It feels like something...and I missed that too.

Eventually, the kiss ends. Ragged breaths are drawn.

"Wow. I needed that."

 

[Erlind]

"I did too," I tell her quietly as if somehow too much sound could end it all.

Lips touch again briefly as a hand slips up under the back of her shirt. I need to feel her skin.

"Maybe I need more if the world will let us."

Surreal, but true need.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

I laugh and put my face against his neck, burying the blush so that he can't see it.

"The world will not leave us alone long enough..."

There is a catch in my voice, a bit of hesitance.

"And we both know it..."

The sounds of owls and rustling rabbits, mice, and other night creatures can be heard, but just barely over the pounding of my heart. He always makes me feel~want~need...I would dislike him for that if I didn't miss his presence whenever the real world took him away.

 

[Erlind]

"Maybe ..."

The truth is that she is utterly right and I hate it. There never seems to be the time. I change what I said.

"Maybe we can pretend its not true or a little while ..."

I kiss her again not wanting to let her disappear, not wanting to give myself the chance to do the same. Lips lock and hands paw at her, not wanting our moment to end again.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

"Pretend?"

I nod and sigh. My hands travel along his shoulders, down to his hands and back again~ stroking, soothing, memorizing.

"We can..."

The words are swallowed by his mouth. The kiss is heavenly, hungry. Aggressively...him. I can't help the small whimpers that explode from between our open mouths nor the sigh that comes from my belly...

These kisses feel like drugs to me...and I can never get enough. But eventually, the momentum slows...stops...until we are once more forehead to forehead, with breath being exchanged...

"It won't make it true though...oh and you got me GOOD...how the heck am I supposed to respond to THAT!!"

A giggle as I think on the response he left in our thread...

 

[Erlind]

"I do what I can," I tell her smiling wildly. Hands find her sides and rest there. I rest there was her in my lap.

"Was trying to stay up longer, but I'm afraid this is it for me. Tomorrow is my Friday so I'll be around. Sleep well, wolf."

Regret is small, its there but overshadowed by exhaustion and satisfaction with the time we've had. I'm glad to be able to confound the fay and take that simple joy with me as I drift out of this place into sleep.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

I watch as he fades away, taking his warmth and his masculinity with him. I knew that he was tired. He always makes odd little spelling mistakes when his sleepy gene kicks in.

With a sigh, I stand up and stretch before heading inside. Upon entering, I give a momentary startled glance before remembering that we were on the back porch...no wonder I came in through the kitchen!!

My own eyes are heavy with the need to sleep...and so I make my way upstairs...and prepare for bed.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Lorna St. James. Thirty years old and childless thanks to her inability to carry a child to term. That one flaw caused her to be able to add divorcee to her list of *accomplishments* as her ex husband did not see adoption as an option. So, when the wheels of fate kicked in with an offer to join a prestigious fashion house based in London proper, she jumped at the chance.

London, England. Home of kippers and museums. Of royalty and those who still used a form of cockney as a way to communicate. The home of proper English ladies and the males who pursued them. All in all, it was a different world compared to hers.

She needed that.

Lorna stopped walking and glanced around. Somehow, she had ended up in an area she had never seen before, at a tube station that seemed to be filled with a bunch of rather loud people in costumes. At least, she hoped they were wearing costumes. There were various smatterings of language spoken and an odd scent that combined something rotten and something sweet

She had no name for it. At all.

Putting her head down and clutching her knapsack tightly, Lorna proceeded to bulldoze her way through the oddly mingled crowd and walked toward the stairs that would lead to the surface.

"God, I hope I am not lost..."

She had only resided in London for a little over a year and she still had trouble finding her way from point A to point B. Add that to the fact that , for the most part, her work and home were no where near each other and it had made for some very interesting side trips she would have much rather not experienced.

Like now.

"Where the hell am I?"

Someone, who sounded vaguely like Michael Caine and LOOKED like a walking, talking corpse gave a light laugh and said~ "Why dove, you've come to the Nightside, so you have. Go on, take a look..."

Lorna stumbled up the last few stairs and stepped out...into darkness that was lightened by largest, closest moon she had ever seen. That confused her. When she had first gotten on the tube, it had only been a little after 4:30 in the afternoon. The moon and this sky~filled with stars and constellations she couldn't even begin to name~ gave lie to her thoughts concerning time and even place.

"Well. Dorothy, looks like you ain't in Kansas anymore."

 

[choklatekoneko]

Smiles softly as she lurks in the shadows.

Leaves a bone for Gray...before lurking once more.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Looks up with a smile as the passing scent of a choco kitteh catches her attention.

H'llo kitteh.

No need to lurk. You know that I know that you are here...somewhere.

 

[choklatekoneko]

Appears to the side, smiling a bit.

She was getting better. Though...her scent was obvious.


Hi. I know...it's still fun to lurk though.

She walks closer, glancing around.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

A wide smile.

And you need fun.

Stands up and strides toward the kitteh to pull her into a tight hug.

How you feeling?

 

[choklatekoneko]

Smiles happy, hugging tighter than ever. She breathes a happy sigh.

I'm alright. Taking a few moments before going to dance again.

How are you?

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Releasing kitteh with a sigh


I am fine. Busy as all hell but fine. am trying to nail down a character for a Nightside story.

While working,...

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Part Deux

The street was...busy.

Not normal busy but super deluxe "everyone has got to get there right now or the world will definitely end at midnight" busy. Lorna found herself unwilling, or maybe that was unable, to even begin to contemplate crossing it. After all, some of those vehicles looked wrong.

Very wrong.

It didn't matter. Crossing the street wouldn't make her any less lost and with no clear idea of where she should go or even how to go about getting there, well it made more sense to just bulldoze her way through the teeming mass of people until she saw something she recognized.

Maybe.

She walked for hours. Okay. That could be a vast overstatement but it felt like hours. By the time she saw a little side alley with a vague shape representing a door~her left shoe heel had broken, the knapsack had a huge rip in it and she was beginning to have a black eye (thanks to some asshole who wanted her money and was dressed in some sort of odd get up involving horns and the smell of brimstone). With nary a thought, Lorna turned into the mouth of the alley and headed for what she could only hope was a place that contained food...and vast quantities of alcohol.

This place was getting to her.

Upon entering the door, she noticed a set of old fashioned iron stairs leading downward. She used them and was deeply embarrassed by all the noise they made~clattering and clanking. Finally, the smell of smoke and the sounds of conversation.

She walked through a door and saw the impossible~

A mummy~barely wrapped, gone to dust and seed, sipping something from a flagon.

A werewolf in a black leather jacket, scratching at something behind his ear, with his left leg.

Some guy...in a long black frock coat...who looked like he had been put together with razor wire and strapping tape.

"Oh, fuck me."

Kicking off her unbroken heel, Lorna made her way to the morose looking man behind what could only jokingly be referred to as a bar.

"Please. Give me anything. I don't care what..."

Silence.

 

[Erlind]

A note was left for me to find her. So I go to where I have most often found the wolf that is a woman. While I'm not rushing I seem to quickly pick my way through the forest that surrounds her home. I arrive at the door, but for some reason rather than simply waiting for her or entering to seek her out I stop.

I rap sharply on the door three times and wait patiently knowing I will soon be rewarded with her warm embrace.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

One moment, I am damned near asleep, my head pillowed on the arm of my couch, and the next, I hear a rapping at my door. Lifting my weary head, I stand, stretch and make my way to the front door.

I open it one handed and give a small smile when I see who has come to visit.

"Hello, lo...Erlind..."

Turning my head slightly, I sneeze into a clean white hanky and then open the door further, motioning for him to join me.

"I feel icky today...but you were on my brain and I wanted to see you...thus the note..."

A small smile.

"Good thing we are in fantasy land, together. I fear I would make you sick in the real world."

Finally, I glance down at myself. I am...nude. And covered in goose pimples.

"Shoot, let me grab a blanket...come in, baby doll. I promise not to cough or sneeze on you..."

I turn away and head for the living room. I need to wrap up in something warm.

 

[Erlind]

"So I see. I'm glad I was on your mind though, its someplace I like to be."

I follow her back to the living room. Even sick I truly enjoy the view. Its her home, but she is sick and I want to take care of her a bit, if only here. I guide her back to the couch and produce a heavy forest green blanket that is more than large enough for us both to get a little lost in. I wrap it around us as we take a seat on the couch.

"I'm sorry you're sick. I hope I don't keep you from rest you need."

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

I curl up next to him and allow my body to relax against his maleness, his warmth.
This is one of the few times that I am not the least bit interested in seducing him into nudity...or at least not nudity for the sake of...sexual things.

Mostly, I just want his presence here, with me...and am pleased beyond measure that I have gotten what I wanted.

"I am glad to see you. I worry when you go away for long periods. Sad but true."

Another sneeze followed by a sniffle and a delicate cough.

"I want to kiss you in greeting but...well, probably shouldn't..."

My voice is husky, tired. My body trembling lightly against his own.

"Do you mind?"

Asked just before I climb into his lap and curl there, like a lost puppy.

"I can not seem to get warm..."

 

[Erlind]

"Go ahead," I tell her gently.

Its strange to see her like this. Since she is normally so energetic and commanding seeing her waylaid by illness like this makes me feel like I've somehow entered the wrong cabin. It will feel good to try to make her feel better though.

The lights flicker briefly and it gets darker than it should for a moment. I can feel her sink through my clothes as they disappear. The lights return and her bare flesh rests against the warmth of mine. Another night this would be meant for something less innocent, but tonight I simply want her to be able to be warm with me. I pull the blanket close against us, its softer than it looks.

I reach over to a table just within reach and grab a steaming mug that hadn't been there before.

"Would you like some tea?"

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

He feels heavenly. Clothed and then not~masculine hardness against my softness. My body relaxes more firmly against his, allowing him to take the weight of me. I hate feeling like a lost puppy, all sick and groggy and icky...

but he makes me feel...good.

A large hand offers me a mug filled with tea and lemon. A splash of whiskey...

"Thanks."

I take the proffered mug and sip at the contents.

"Tell me bout your day...by the way I wrote back to you in our thread. Wasn't sure if you had caught it..."

Another sip...a deep sigh...my body molding to his...

 

[Erlind]

"I saw. I've been mulling over just exactly what I'm doing. Then I figured it out and couldn't get it down on paper yet. I hate it when it works out like that. I'm still working on it though."

Beneath the blanket I wrap an arm around her protectively. I know I can't guard her against being sick this way, but I can't help, but do it.

"My day?" I ask the question and shake my head. "My days are boring. Second day off. I just switched schedules a little bit ago and my body is still getting used to it so I didn't sleep last night. I caught two hours this morning so I could make it to tonight. Otherwise the same as every other day. If I work I eat healthy, stay busy, and stay bored out of my mind. If I don't I eat like crap, sequester myself in my room, and keep myself entertained even when I should be bored."

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

A low giggle.

"I get like that too. Only three threads do me that way. Yours, Sasha's and M13's..."

Another sip of my hot toddy.

"It's why I enjoy those threads so very much. I have to plan what I write for you three. Have to think on it and struggle with it and redo it at least once or twice..."

His arm comes round me and I find myself drifting into silence. I like it when he holds me~friendly or not~I always feel better. My head rests against the broadness of his chest as I listen to the rumble of his words beneath my ear.

"In other words~your body is giving you fits..."

A low laugh.

"And do you really suffer from boredom that badly, E? One would think that your days would be filled with nonsensical crap to keep you busy..."