The Mansion

[DarkWarrioress]

Bills are paid, my pocketbook weeps for the loss. I ignore it. Time to see if I can get some more writing done for D.

Why is this so hard? *sigh* Let's see if I can't guide it somewhere.....

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Varying shades of darkness covered the room. The only sound to be heard was their ragged breathing slowly turning into even, softer tones as sleep claimed them. She lay in his arms, her head pillowed on his chest where she heard, even as sleep tugged at her, his heart beat. Sure and strong. One feminine arm was tucked under her, the other rested across lean hips. His arms surrounded her, held her.

It hadn't been a request or a question.

She slept in his arms.

Gladly.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Sleep had come early for me the night before. Not surprising really. I had been awake since four am that morning and the day had kept me on my toes. Aside from waking up at one am and going back to sleep with a little help from some herbal tea, I woke refreshed and alone. That latter didn't disturb me one bit. He was off early to see to his life and I had was silently categorizing what needed to be done in mine today. Tomorrow would be another busy day, so today I will try to get to everything else.

Keep an eye on elections this evening. I don't make it a habit to discuss politics or religion. Both interested interested me.

For the moment, it was time to disappear for a couple of hours then another cup of coffee as I focus on writing.

There was a small smile on my lips for a very thoughtful man. For two of them, actually.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

She woke with a warm breath in her ear and it would have made her smile, if her sleep addled mind didn't register that fact that the breathing wasn't human but of the four-legged variety. Teasing the bundle of fur, she ducked under the covers only to have a cold, wet nose follow. She gave a startled small squeal which only made the dog burrow after her more. They wrestled around in the covers for a bit before getting up with a yawn, stretching before she headed for the kitchen to rustle up her morning coffee. The much endeared dog skittered out of her room and shot for the doggy door.

Another day, another dime. Cait poured herself a cup of the hot brew, inhaling the aroma as she opened the frig, leaning over slightly to locate the bottle of hazelnut creamer she always added to her coffee. Stirring in the white liquid thoughtfully, her mind was beginning to work. There were still posts to answer and she was still stumped on a reply for M13. She'd work on that though. She bit her bottom lip thoughtfully. She was suppose to be somewhere this evening which required her to be in a business suit but she wondered if that was going to take place. In her mind, it might still not materialize. She'd have the list of things she needed ready though, just in case. Her early afternoon required traveling for a couple of hours before she was free for her evening. Busy day.

For now though, it was just her and her coffee.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

A quiet night, perhaps? Spent in front of a blazing fireplace, the lights turned down low or perhaps even off altogether. A simple, easy night.

Thoughts, ideas, wishes are all things to look forward to. Perspectives change on a breath. A person who can flow with the change, accept it, makes for a good partner, I'd say.

An evening spent with someone that matters.

I'll take that. Any day.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Journal Entry~

There is darkness before the dawn. A time when you decide to pick yourself up by the bootstraps and carry on. A time to forgive yourself for being human. A time to focus on the moment right in front of you and let the future sculpt itself as you go along because frankly? It's going to anyway. The choice you have is to determine how it's molded.

 

[Light Ice]

Flowers. Footsteps.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Flowers. Footsteps.

The house was quiet these days, something she had to get use to again. Purse and keys were set down in their usual spot before she carried the bag of groceries into the kitchen. Short work was made of things stashed in cupboards and dinner was soon in the slow cooker to heat up. Soft heels clicked on the floor then paused by the staircase so she could remove her boots. She left them by the stairs and sat down on the step, gathering up the flowers with a smile. Now that she understood more, she appreciated the thought that motivated them being there. For her. They were lovely, as always.

She took them into the kitchen to arrange them in vase. The tulips were still vibrant and these would join them so she could look at them, enjoy them and think of him.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

She was in a girlie mood. Soft. She found him in the darkness and crawled into bed, curling into his warmth.

Tired. So very tired.

Morning would come. Hopefully bringing words.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Wolfling comes wandering, small hand holding a single dark purple calla lilly in a cut crystal vase.

She places the gift beside a Lady's front door and retreats, back into the mists of La La land.

A hint of sandalwood, a touch of vanilla, a piece of parchment.

Three words, centered just so.

Dream sweet, Lady.​

Eternal silence.

 

[Light Ice]

A nuzzle. Another. The feel of silken legs gliding against his own. Woke him. In the dark his arm found her, hooked a slender waist, pulled a lean back to his broad chest. It should have been sleep. Should have been the rest he'd had before she'd woken him. Instead, as she sought an end to her evening, he sunk into her. Slow. Deep. They'd cum tangled together like this. Her, trembling powerfully in his arms, and then asleep with him still buried fully.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

A nuzzle. Another. The feel of silken legs gliding against his own. Woke him. In the dark his arm found her, hooked a slender waist, pulled a lean back to his broad chest. It should have been sleep. Should have been the rest he'd had before she'd woken him. Instead, as she sought an end to her evening, he sunk into her. Slow. Deep. They'd cum tangled together like this. Her, trembling powerfully in his arms, and then asleep with him still buried fully.

There is something incredibly sensual and sweet when the day's exhaustion wishes to take me, but then my lover makes me extraordinarily, acutely aware of his body and my own so that sleep hangs like a mist over me, he, refusing to let me sink into slumber and makes desire snake and flare in my veins.

He sank into my unresistant body, sure and deep, without pause. Felt me welcome and wrap around him, hugging him inside my body. His hips surged forward and withdrew with strong, deliberate intent. Molded back against him, flowing, sweet, fluid. A girl to a man. A man to a girl. Until we both found that infinite powerful moment when bodies trembled, embraces tightened and where the world stopped and ceased to be, all except us.

A clench. A pulse. A blending. Trembling. Soft curves melded to hard planes. Entwined. Sleep beckoned. He remained pressed against me, still buried in me, reminding me. I took that feeling into the slumber he now allowed me to succumb to.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Wolfling comes wandering, small hand holding a single dark purple calla lilly in a cut crystal vase.

She places the gift beside a Lady's front door and retreats, back into the mists of La La land.

A hint of sandalwood, a touch of vanilla, a piece of parchment.

Three words, centered just so.

Dream sweet, Lady.​

Eternal silence.

Morning dawned and with the cold, she huddled a moment under the covers then, with a burst of intent, she flung back them back, scurrying for the sanctuary of a hot shower, remaining so until her skin flushed pink and became warm. Another flurry of activity while she dressed warmly in jeans and sweater, fuzzy socks donned so she could slide across wooden floors with the glee of a child.

Coffee in hand, she opened the front door to retrieve the day's newspaper and found a gift, from the Wolven One.

A single dark purple calla lily in a cut crystal vase. A small note that brought a smile to her lips. The faint scent of sandalwood with a twitch of vanilla. Newspaper tucked under one arm, vase in one hand, coffee in the other. Door closed with the heel of a foot. Her body still feeling the aftermath of his lovemaking and the flush of her shower, a smile for an unexpected gift, her coffee ever present. Life. Was good.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

For Veterans Day; Journal Entry~

There is serenity here. I feel it every time I come to this place, away from the city, amongst the foothills. It starts down the long stretch of empty road which is decorated by markers on either side. By the time I pull through the gates, that serenity has engulfed my soul.

I didn't tell the kidlets or their mother where we going. We stopped at a local grocery store and I went in to buy two bouquets of flowers. Nothing expensive, just the kind that comes in those cellophane cones. The kidlets kept asking me where we were going and I kept telling them they would find out soon enough. Their mom figured it out but kept it to herself. She knew I had a reason.

When we pulled through the gates, they could see all the granite markers. it was interesting to note that even their demeanor changed. Somber. Reverent. I asked them if they knew what this weekend was. They couldn't recall. I enlightened them as we drove around the circle and parked across from the section dedicated to the Special Forces. This year, that was my choice. Next year, it'll be a different selection. We all got out and divided up into pairs. I handed their mother one bouquet and I took another. We started down the rows, placing a single flower on the graves that only had a headstone.

I wished I could have bought more flowers. What I brought was woefully little compared to all the naked occupied graves. When we had finished, I stood to the side and looked at area, row after row of headstones. I said a silent prayer of thanks for their service to their country. I didn't know these men and women. I didn't have a face to put to a name, but I don't think I needed that. From World War One through the Iraqi conflict, were represented there. Young and Old. Brethren In Arms. I was thankful for each and every one of them.

This weekend the bells will toll up there in the foothills as they hold a ceremony of thanks. But this, I wanted to do for them without a lot of people around. Quietly. In my own way. Sharing the moment with family members, the up and coming generation. I will never forget and I don't want them to either. These men and women they will never know or be able to put a face to or only know from what they have read in their history books... here, was a visible reminder of courageous, dedicated people who answered the call of their country.

This weekend will be loaded with drives and services. One for local bus passes for our homeless veterans. Another for Operation Uplink so our current service personnel can call home from overseas. Still another fundraiser for our Wounded Warriors.

I will give what I can. I try. It is so little compared to what they give or have given. For me. For you. If I can, I will attend the ceremony at the Veterans Cemetery. If I can not, my thoughts will be on the men and women who have passed from this world, still carrying their burdens from war. From those who came home alive and those who did not.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Early cold mornings should be spent in bed curled into a man to keep warm, dammit. Instead I settled for a message on my phone and got up, shivering, huddling in a warm sweater and black sweatpants, heading for the coffeepot and something warm between my hands. Dammit again. I should have something hard, pulsing and warm in my hands instead. Having no choice in the matter, I cradled the steaming coffee cup in my hands and made my way into my study and to my desk. I wasn't ready to face chores just yet. Let's see what else I can find.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

She leaned back in her chair and stretched. A reply for Fish was in the works but enough for the night. It was dark and getting cold. A bed with thick covers was starting to look appealing. First a hot shower, then to don the shirt she had taken to wearing to bed, a cup of hot tea to relax her further and hopefully with it, a yawn and beyond that, sweet repose.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

He found her, curled warmly in bed last night. She extended an invitation. He joined her, curled around her, turned her until she resided on top of him. Her body opened for him, grinding against, both of them, with a slow lazy motion. Movement was unhurried, deep, easy. His hands found the swell of her hips, the curve of her ass, the back of her thighs. Her lips found his square chin, the hard line of his jaw, the bridge of his nose. They lingered everywhere they touched. There was no doubt there was caring in her touch or his. His hands moved on her hips. Her body found the rhythm to share. It took them together into release. She relaxed against his chest, his arms enfolding her. His heart beat under her ear. The rise and fall of his breathing under her cheek. They slept.

Morning dawned cold and without waking, she scooted deeper under the covers until a small nose found its way in and made her squeal. One small bundle of fur wanting to play. Squinting at the clock, she groaned softly. She was not going back to sleep. She pounced. The bundle of fur retaliated. They rolled across the bed for several moments before enough was enough. Time for coffee and writing. Her fingers itched to tap along the keyboard.

She was feeling sensitive today. She could feel tears on the edge of her consciousness. It was just the feeling of them but she knew anything could tip her into them. A picture. A movie. A thought. She felt..... soft and .....squishy. In a good sort of way.

Coffee cradled in cold hands, she settled before her keyboard.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

The evening was overcast. No moon, nary a star could be seen but her foot falls were sure as she moved through the garden, past her roses. The door to the barn, she opened quietly, slipping through the small space. The lights were soft but bright enough to chase away shadows. Storm nickered from his stall. Her eyes lit up with pleasure. With measured strides she came to his gate. He came to greet her.

“Hello boy. They’ve been looking after you well, I hope.”

She stroked his nose, his head bobbed as if in reply. She laughed.

“I’ll be right back.”

She moved away to the tack room. He watched her go and return, a brush in her hand. Opening his gate, she gently pushed him back, closing the door behind her. The brush ran over his neck to his withers. She crooned softly to him as she brushed. Storm stood quietly under her attention. With a hand on his rump, she continued to talk him to softly and moved around him to the other side where she continued to brush him. This time, the process was reversed. She went from hindquarters to his neck. Her arms went around the strong, thick, corded neck as she moved closer and buried her face there.

She simply stood there with that magnificent black gelding. He stood quietly and let her. They had a silent connection. Sometimes, it wasn’t the warmth of another human being she needed. It was a sense of belonging. Oh, not the sense of being owned. No, this feeling transcended that. Animals gave her a sense of belonging in a way she couldn’t find anywhere else, in anything else. Animals were accepting. They knew. You couldn’t hide your nature from them or if you could, it wasn’t for long. They had a way of getting to the heart of a person. Their caring, their love, had no strings. No expectations, except to be loved back, to be cared for. Their presence was sturdy and strong. There was something unspoken. They just sensed things. Horses, dogs, even prissy, independent cats.

She stood there quietly a moment more before the brush began its stroking again, over muscle and bone. She took comfort in the repetitive action. Whatever restlessness she felt upon entering the barn vanished while she tended to Storm.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Home again. Showered. Skin pink and warmed. Shirt donned. It now was entrenched in her scent. Sensual Amber. Ensconced under warm layers of blankets. Snuggled in and closing eyes that feel strained.

Today had been a busy one. Satisfying.

Sleep called. She gave in to it with wanton delight.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

*dropping by for just one moment- a wolf wanders.*

*she leaves a note, three words*

Thinking of you.

*the real world tugs her away*

 

[DarkWarrioress]

*dropping by for just one moment- a wolf wanders.*

*she leaves a note, three words*

Thinking of you.

*the real world tugs her away*

A simple thing but something that holds meaning. It brings a smile.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

There was a glow to her skin. A satisfied look deep in her eyes as she settled back at her desk. His timing was impeccable. His steady presence bolstered her strength. Where she couldn't concentrate before, now she could. Clearly. Easily. His promise ran in her ears, making her grin. However, she knew him too well. That's what made their relationship. They understood each other. She saw him when she saw him. He was the wind. She, water. It made for an interesting tryst.

For now however, she had posts to write and it was time to get back to her pirate captain.

 

[Light Ice]

He went to her late. So it was. Life had happened. Taken him. He returned and the house was dark. Corridors empty. He'd traveled this place when the rest of it was sleeping a long time ago. It'd been his time. Now, he wasn't wandering. He was moving. The door closed in his wake. A room stretched out. A bed. A little, sleeping shape.

He found it. Curled his arms around it. Enveloped it after he'd undressed and thrown back the sheets. She fit just fine. A dainty thing in comparison. His mouth brushed the back of her neck.

He smelled of a bar. Rabble rousing. Trouble.

But with her he slept smiling.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

He went to her late. So it was. Life had happened. Taken him. He returned and the house was dark. Corridors empty. He'd traveled this place when the rest of it was sleeping a long time ago. It'd been his time. Now, he wasn't wandering. He was moving. The door closed in his wake. A room stretched out. A bed. A little, sleeping shape.

He found it. Curled his arms around it. Enveloped it after he'd undressed and thrown back the sheets. She fit just fine. A dainty thing in comparison. His mouth brushed the back of her neck.

He smelled of a bar. Rabble rousing. Trouble.

But with her he slept smiling.

She stirred as a strong arm encircled her waist. Had he pulled her unresisting body into his? Or had he moved his body against hers? Her nose twitched for that brief moment he woke her, joined her. He smelled like flesh and blood male. Sinful and Sexy. Warm. Alive. Trouble. She fit into him. Like a sheath around a sword. Warm. Soft. Secure. His lips brushed her skin, the back of her neck. The corner of her lips turned up in a smile.

Sleep took them both.