Luna's Haven~closed save for invitees.

[Luna_Wolf72]

You would not bother me if you are here with me...Hell you might make me sleep right through it all! lol

Stalkers??? Don't you have to do something with them for them to become stalkers?????

*str8 face* She may be crazy but at least someone wants this!!

*cracking up* almost did that with a str8 face lol

Why do I see you sitting on your damned little bed in the living room giggling like a crazy person while you are typing this outlandish craziness to me???

 

[Daddi_DJ]

Why do I see you sitting on your damned little bed in the living room giggling like a crazy person while you are typing this outlandish craziness to me???

*gasp* Y-y-y-you really are psychic huh?????

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

*gasp* Y-y-y-you really are psychic huh?????

You are a butt face.

*nods*

I need a hot bath and more medicine. My tummy is very unhappy with me right now...

It is hard to carry on a conversation when I have to keep getting up, in the Real World to run to the bathroom...

*head shake*

 

[Daddi_DJ]

You are a butt face.

*nods*

I need a hot bath and more medicine. My tummy is very unhappy with me right now...

It is hard to carry on a conversation when I have to keep getting up, in the Real World to run to the bathroom...

*head shake*

Come here and let me take care of you and give you a place of silence and calmness....

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Come here and let me take care of you and give you a place of silence and calmness....

I have silence and calmness, ma'am.

You just want me to come there.

*nods*

I know.

Not tonight. I still feel badly...and you know you get sick easily...

 

[Daddi_DJ]

I have silence and calmness, ma'am.

You just want me to come there.

*nods*

I know.

Not tonight. I still feel badly...and you know you get sick easily...

I know you do. That is why I want you here. Besides what you have I won't get.

 

[VampiricTouch]

She sends a kitten to leave a message at the Wolfie's haven. It takes so much out of the kitten to approach the den of wolves where she can smell so many predators. With her fur rising on end, she watches the porch for a long agonizing moment. Finally she scampers up, drops the envelope and and pushes it under the crack of the door with her paw before running away with her tail between her legs.

The note is simple with cleanly printed words:

Ms Luna,
I do apologize that I shall have to postpone my visit. My bedtime calls and I must answer. I hope to find you here soon, when the night is younger.

~VT

 

[DarkWarrioress]

A young maid clutching her red cloak about her, cowers as the voices of the woods speak aloud. She is a timid little thing or perhaps, it's simply the idea of approaching the Wolfling home that intimidates. Her mistress has sent her along with a small holiday package for the one who dwells here. it is wrapped in silver and gold foil. The note attached reads: Merry Yule. DO NOT OPEN UNTIL YULE.

The Wolfling believes differently than most of the world and the lady is well versed in such. The gift is left propped up on the door for the Wolfling to find before the maid turns and departs as fast as her legs will carry her.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Home again.

Bare feet lead me along the path way leading to my home. I am about 25 yards away from my porch when I notice a scent I have never before noted before and spy a gaily wrapped package.

Fleet steps carry me quickly and I ascend with a wide grin once I see the handwriting upon the gift. Of course, the Lady would do that to me! The scent must have been one of her little maids.

I lean down scoop up the package and travel through the front door. Once there, I spy a note from VT. Ah...soon. I knew the hour was late when I had caught her last evening.

Taking the gift with me into the living room, I place it upon the desk and sit VT's note on top of it. I need to start a fire burning and seriously think about hitting the bed. In the RW, I just got out of work a few hours ago...and just got home a bit more than an hour ago. I need rest.

However, my brain just keeps ticking away and I think that sleep will be long in coming...

I hate that.

 

[VampiricTouch]

She wanders through the woods once more in search of the Wolf's den. Those unmarked paths a little bit more familiar now that she's passed through it before it. Quietly, she makes her way up the porch and a sharp rap on the door announces her presence.

To fulfill a promise.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Looked up from her computer and the words she had been massaging into making some sort of sense. Honey brown eyes gleamed as she caught VT"s scent.

With a smile, she got up and headed for the door.

"H'llo VT. How are you?"

 

[VampiricTouch]

She smiles as she leans against the door frame. She pauses there. Not passing the threshold until she's been invited in.

I'm quite good actually. I can't complain. Work is challenging, but not impossible. Words come, most of the time when prompted. My muse is being relatively obedient. Aside from the arguments in my head, life is quite good.

And yourself? You're a popular wolf. I imagine you're quite busy. I'm glad you made time for me.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Honey brown eyes gaze at the woman lounging so negligently in my doorway...lips tilt into a cocky grin.

One should always make time for friends...and no matter that I find you absolutely...edible...I would really like to be able to consider us well on our way to establishing a friendship, of sorts.

I step back and motion for the pretty one to enter my haven.

 

[VampiricTouch]

She steps in with a grin. The familiar warmth that exudes from the walls a comforting one.

You know, being friends and being edible aren't mutually exclusive. You're certainly allowed to have your cake and eat it too.

Following the Wolf's lead, bare feet pad across the rugs that cover the hard wood.

Tell me, what have you been up to? What mischief have you been cooking?

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

A soft smile at VT and her choice of words.

Most times, when I eat, things are still breathing when I finish.

A wide, overly wicked grin

Most times.

Directing her to the couch, settling beside her, close enough for my fingers to trail over the skin of her jaw.

Mischief? Moi? I work. Too much it seems. Right now? In the Real World? I should be sleeping. My body needs the rest. Alas, I have been asleep since about 530 this afternoon.

 

[VampiricTouch]

She flushes at the play on words.
Well. If I ever end up as your meal.... I hope I'm still breathing when you finish... Though you do have that effect of.... stealing breaths away.

She follows at the heels of the Wolf, curling up onto the couch. She leans into the touch of fingertips and her lips twitch with a smile.

You work too much dear. Every time I see you, you're working. If your body says sleep, you should perhaps let it? Though your schedule gets me confused at times, sounds like it also baffles your body's internal sleep clock...

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Leaning in to brush full lips over a soft check before those same lips travel upward to linger at an ear lobe.

Oh baby girl, you would still be breathing...eventually.

Small hand reaches to trace nails over the back of your arm.

My schedule is very confusing. I work at least 2 over night shifts a week and three day time shifts...

so I am either up all night/sleeping all day or vice versa.

And though I would like to sleep, I am still dealing with the tail end of bronchitis and so...the medicine needs to kick in before I will be able to sleep.

Moving closer to her, hand rising up to lay nestled, at the base of her neck. Not gripping...only resting there, to feel her pulse.

SO tell me, m'lady, how have you been?

 

[VampiricTouch]

The breath of those words make the loose strands of hair dance to her tune. There's something dangerously sultry about it and it makes her breath go still.

A whimper is caught there as nails trace over skin. Her hand turns, letting her own fingers play across the inside of the Wolf's arm.

The breath only comes in broken heaves from her chest when Luna's hand rests at the base of her own neck. Her heart thrums nervously, excitedly.

I... I was working on words. and... Well. I think I've lost them somewhere at this point. A nervous stammer. Like she's in high school again. Trying to find some half way intelligent set of words to say to her crush.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Lost them?

Scooting closer, so that my body is nestled in the curves of her form.

Would you like some help to regain them?

Voice~soft, husky, like whiskey and cigarettes at an all night saloon.

I can give you words.

Hand resting on neck, squeezes...once, twice..

Like please.

Another squeeze, the brush of soft lips by an ear.

Or May I.

Mouth drifts down, tongue flicking out to taste the corner of a hesitant smile.

Maybe the word you would like NOW?

Hand drifts south, floating from neck to collar bone...and from collar bone to one ripe breast. There is rests...

How bout a kiss, pretty? You don't need words for that.

Empty hand tangles in hair and brings her face to mine. Mouth settles over hers with exquisite...finality.

 

[VampiricTouch]

Her words are potent. A drug that draws me in. Mesmerizing.
Her hand and that gentle squeeze. At that moment I realize, just how caught I am in her web.

Please...

I echo the word she offers me, a soft breathless sound that carries the plea to her. I swallow hard when lips brush my ear.

May I... There is no sound. Only the motion of my lips. Breath left forgotten on the way side.

Her hand moves from my neck. My breath rushes now as she returns that freedom to me, not that any control has left her grasp. Rather the opposite.

My eyes close when her hand coils into my hair. She takes and I yield. My own lips are hesitant. Unsure. My bewildered mind wondering if she could read it, taste it from me.

Nervous is an understatement. My mind swims with incoherent "What ifs". My hands clench then release to touch her. Yielding to that small impulse, my hand, draws along her jaw, sliding upwards through the short crop of hair. The haze of thought quickly losing to sensation.

Lips part to taste her soft lips, sweet mouth. My own body relaxes to her call.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

There is an art to kissing a woman who is unsure of whether or not she is ready to be kissed.

You must be patient. You must NOT rush her, overwhelm her, make her afraid.

I am quite good at doing that, allowing a woman to feel as if she made the choice, even if I have been the one to make it for her.

So my lips are gentle. Teeth only nip not bite. Tongue traces and flicks but does not delve. I allow a low moan of pleasure to escape me...and that turns into a sigh as I feel hesitant fingers gliding over the skin of my jaw and up into the dark curls on my head.

I lead her into the kiss and when I feel that we have shared breath enough, I lead her out of it...stopping it by pressing a peck, two...to lips and cheek and chin...

See how easy that was, pretty?

The hand that cups her breast~massages the fullness there before the thumb flicks over a hardening nipple. The hand that is twined through her hair? Tugs her head closer so that lips may nibble and tell tales into the shell of her ear.

I am very easy to know, pretty. I have no secrets. Nothing that must remain hidden. But tell me, pretty one, do you harbor a secret...a need to be a meal for me, one day?

Teeth bite ear before moving down to nibble at the pale column of her throat.

You can tell me, pretty, I won't repeat it.

 

[VampiricTouch]

A dance of mouth and tongue, punctuated by the occasional nip of teeth. She's a leader. I'm the follower. A shared breath following the dance steps lead by lips. The moan a reassuring sound that rumbles between them. That these sensations aren't just fluttering inside me, making my whole body clench in that strange mystifying way. With a flourish, their dance steps come to an end. Perhaps too early, but she's a leader, and I'll happily follow her guide.

See how easy that was, pretty?

I nod. Not trusting my voice to contain the whimper coaxed from her hand on a pert breast. Nipples a pert pebble under her palm.

I am very easy to know, pretty. I have no secrets. Nothing that must remain hidden. But tell me, pretty one, do you harbor a secret...a need to be a meal for me, one day?

My whole body shivers when her lips touches my ear. Then the graze of teeth. The sensation is electric. Terrifying how something so simple can be so debilitating. My hand grips the couch, as if to steady myself, to ground myself once more. The other hand, still in her hair, fists tight before releasing once more. The whimper gives way to a low moan as her lips pass over the column of my neck. The thrum of my heart beating wildly for the Wolven one that seems to know so much...

I... no... I don't know. I search for the coherent words. But they are no where to be found. I don't trust myself to speak. But it feels imperative that I answer her. I'm sure my voice is a bewildered whimper. I don't know what I need.... want.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

A slow smile, finger tips dancing over firm flesh. A smile that doesn't falter, even when I hear the hesitance in her oh so very soft voice. My mouth continues it's journey, taking tastes of her throat, teeth grazing her collar bone.

I... no... I don't know.

Laughter...low, insidious.

I don't know what I need.... want.

Head raises while fingers measure the fullness of her breast, take it's span, cradles it.

OH baby girl, I know what you want. You are just so used to leading the dance, that's all. You chase and others allow themselves to be caught. You offer and others take you up on it.

Mouth brushes hers in a whisper soft kiss, words punctuating each and every joining.

I don't need you to chase me...all you have to do...is be available to whatever.

Low husky giggles

I will take care of everything else.

Lifting her, moving, so that she is ensconced in my lap, her body cradled against my own.

There is no rush, though. No hurry. We have time.

 

[VampiricTouch]

There's something strangely electric about being vulnerable in the Wolf's hands. At the mercy of her unpredictable whims. Her laughter is dangerous. Exhilarating in it's own right. I struggle to not unravel at her hands. lips. teeth. I'm certain it's a losing proposition.

OH baby girl, I know what you want. You are just so used to leading the dance, that's all. You chase and others allow themselves to be caught. You offer and others take you up on it.

Her hand distracts my mind from the words. Answers I want to tell her, that I lead because so few are leaders and now that I'm following... the concept is foreign. There were answers in my head, I swear. And yet, the only sound that escapes is a whimper.

Soft lips brush mine, emphasizing each whispered word. Any thought still lingering dissipates like fog in the wind. The words long forgotten

I don't need you to chase me...all you have to do...is be available to whatever.

Whatever. That's perhaps what piques my curiousity. The unknown in that single word draws me to her like a moth to a flame. The edge in that single word is not lost on me. It makes me wary. It's a tall order.

My hand reaches for her as I settle into her lap. Snug and safe. That shadow of wariness fades, as quickly as it comes. Fingertips drawing lightly over the strands of hair, follow the hairline to tuck the strays behind her ear. My hand follows through, so that both arms are around her neck, a finger twirling with a curl.

There is no rush, though. No hurry. We have time.

I lean forward, letting my nose touch against hers.

Time for what?

Time for whatever. Time for her to unravel me, strand by strand, piece by piece.

Yes... we had time.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

I can feel her. That wanting, needing, desiring something, anything, everything. It's difficult, when you are not used to being led. When you are used to doing the leading. It leaves one confused.

But she follows, ever so perfectly. She rests in my arms, in my lap as if she belongs there. As if she has always been there. THIS is why I am who and what I am. Not because I relish turning women out. Not because I want them to be less. But because I can give them...oh so much more than they ever believe possible.

Her hands twine round my neck, fingers pushing curls away. Her skin is flushed and so very smooth. It's like satin, something needing to be stroked and coddled, marked with nails...and lip stick kisses. She leans in, her eyes staring into my own as our noses touch. I inhale her scent.

Warm skin. Sweetness. I want...

If ever you feel pressured, you should just say. However...since you are here...and so am I....open your legs for me please...just a little?

Brown eyes gaze at her. Mouth moves to capture hers in a long, slow, sweet kiss. Tongues meet, mate and retreat, a dance made of tender pink flesh and muscle. And while I have her distracted with kisses, my hands travel over her flesh, down and down. Getting her measure. Enjoying each and every curve with every evidence of enjoyment until my right hand is laying at the juncture of her thighs....

a friendly tap...as she is covered there and I can not feel her...not really. But I want to cup the heat she has there...if only for a little bit.

Please?