The Mansion

[DarkWarrioress]

I am awake early but he was even more so. A work day dawned. I stretched in the warmth of the bed, rolling slightly into the indentation his body left behind. His scent is a sensual reminder that he slept with me.

Early mornings make me linger in bed but I know I won't remain there long. Duties require me to be up and about. People depend on me. With a dash of courage, I find jeans, sweater, bra and panties, throwing them all on before I rummage about for socks and tennis shoes.

Yesterday was a holiday. A time of remembrance. Today is another work day and one day less before Thanksgiving. Again this year, my home will be filled with family. Chaotic times but warm. Loving. Fun. The smells of holiday food and yes, much eating. Perhaps this year, I will indulge in some wine. Still so much to do. Not a lot of shopping. I have been doing that in spurts. I am an old hand at it. Last minute shopping for fresh veggies at the start of the week. Pie baking, mid-week. How fast the holiday gets here, how quickly the meal itself is served. The realization I will do it all over again next month, with a different menu.

For now, a quick brush of my hair. Coffee, to be enjoyed. Then my day to begin.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Her sexy distraction was gone, maybe now she could settle in and write some more. She had already gotten some posts done. Now... who was up... Hmmmm... D's turn.

In the next few seconds all that could be heard was the soft tapping of keys.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

A quick glance at the time. A stretch. A yawn and she stumbled off to bed. It had been a good day all around. Her mind was buzzing around with the idea for another solo short piece.

Bare feet wandered into her room, the door closing behind her. Clothes were shed in the darkness, dumped into the clothes hamper before she donned his shirt. She inhaled his scent as she crawled under the covers, curling up on her side. Another yawn. Eyes closing. Sleep claimed her tired body and sent her conscious mind away to another plane so she could dream.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

She woke even earlier than her normal early time. Her body, apparently, had enough sleep. Feet, bare, trod across cold wooden floors, crossed cold linoleum to turn on the coffee pot in the dark before she made her way back to her desk and sank down.

Her computer flagged her of incoming email. She'd get to that in a second as she drew up posts owing to give them a glance over after reading the email.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Interruptions abounded and continued. She penned a response via email. Still smiling, she stared at the growing list of responses she now owed and eeped softly.

Best get to work.

But the world beyond had other plans for her.

She grumbled. She growled. To no avail. She would tow the line. Now.

But...but....

No buts! Now.

She wanted to kick something. Anything.

She faded.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

The wolf wanders. Coming, soon enough, to a Lady's abode. She knocks hesitantly and gives a slight smile when one of the many helpers~those maids and various others who seem to be needed to keep a place intact~opens the door. The wolf hands the maid a small pink envelope and says, quietly.

"This is for the Lady. Be sure she gets it."

The girl takes it with a slight curtsy and an adorable smile before stepping back and closing the door. The wolf retreats.

The envelope contains an ode...to her redheadedness.

Russet, sunset hue
Captured in the scent of fall~
the shine of your hair.​

 

[DarkWarrioress]

The wolf wanders. Coming, soon enough, to a Lady's abode. She knocks hesitantly and gives a slight smile when one of the many helpers~those maids and various others who seem to be needed to keep a place intact~opens the door. The wolf hands the maid a small pink envelope and says, quietly.

"This is for the Lady. Be sure she gets it."

The girl takes it with a slight curtsy and an adorable smile before stepping back and closing the door. The wolf retreats.

The envelope contains an ode...to her redheadedness.

Russet, sunset hue
Captured in the scent of fall~
the shine of your hair.​

She drifts in for a moment. The envelope is propped on her desk. 'Tis opened and read. There are a few words and yet... those words are calming. They touch. They make an imprint.

Watching from a dark corner of the ether, how the Wolfling even found the words in her mood, the hidden one doesn't know.

A small box taken from the desk, where many treasured things reside, the envelope and its contents are placed with a scroll of parchment. Another gift, from the Wolfing so long ago. The box is returned to the desk drawer.

When her head aches less, when the world stops trying to buck her off, she will find a gift for the Wolfling, the cinnamon one. Words. Something she hasn't given the Wolfling yet. The time draws near.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

The day had been rough. Tiring. Mentally. A hot shower, a new fuzzy robe and sleep. The latter had stolen her away for most of the afternoon and part of the evening. Tomorrow she was determined to get some writing done even if she had to resort to hanging a "Do Not Disturb" sign or a "Stay Away. I Mean It!" sign.

For now, she was just about ready to go curl up in bed.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

He had gone to bed before her for a change. Silent bare feet on the floor led her to the bedroom. The door was opened and softly closed behind her. Her eyes took a minute to adjust to the darkness. The bed and the sleeping form in it, loomed before her.

Small fingers plucked at the new robe, it puddled at her feet before she bent to scoop it up and place it at the end of the bed. Covers were tugged back. A slender form slid under them, carefully scooting closer to the lean form that had taken to sleeping in her bed for the time being.

Fingertips touched the side of his face. A butterfly touch across his bottom lip. She leaned forward, pressing a light kiss to his brow before she sank against him, wedging her leg between his with care. Am arm slid across his hip. Her head fit snugly under his chin. Her eyes closed. A deep inhale. A slow exhale.

She gave herself up to the tiredness.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Morning dawned and with it, her determination to sit down and write today. More laundry was on her list for this morning but that would be no deterrent. But first coffee and her usual morning errand. Then the "Do Not Disturb" sign goes up, taking a page from the Wolfing's book.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Well, I was feeling smug and accomplished. All caught up. There's no pity in my co-writers. I have to smile because I'm really just jerking their chain a little. Two posts to answer today. It's Friday. I'm so ready for the weekend.

And always, as ever, he resides in my thoughts.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Hard To Love
--Lee Brice

I am insensitive I have a tendency to pay more attention to the things that
I need.
Sometimes I drink to much, sometimes I test your trust, sometimes I dunno
Why you're staying with me?

I'm hard to love, hard to love, I don't make it easy, I couldn't do it if I
Stood where you stood
I'm hard to love, hard to love, you say that you need me, I don't deserve
It but I love that you love me. goood

I am a short fuse, I am a wrecking ball crashing into your heart like I do
You're like a Sunday morning full of grace and full of Jesus I wish that I
Could be more like you.
I'm hard to love, hard to love, I don't make it easy, I couldn't do it if I
Stood where you stood,
I'm hard to love, hard to love, you say that you need me, I don't deserve
It but I love that you love me. Goood
Love me good

Girl you've given me a million second chances and I don't ever wanna take
You for granted, I'm just a man, I'm just a man

Hard to love, hard to love, oh I don't make it easy and I couldn't do it if
I stood where you stood.
I'm hard to love, hard to love and you say that you need me, I don't
Deserve it but I love that you love me. good. (x2)

You love me good.​

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Kiss Tomorrow Goodbye
-- Luke Bryan

All we do right is make love
We both know now, that ain't enough

Ain't gonna beg you stay, ain't gotta ask you what's wrong
Ain't no reason running after something already gone
Take off your leavin' dress, let's do what we do best
I guess everybody has there way of moving on
Girl, rest your head, one more time in my bed
Love me like you love when you loved and you didn't have to try
Let's lay down tonight
And kiss tomorrow goodbye

Baby, who we are, just didn't work
But maybe we can leave with something out of all this hurt

Ain't gonna beg you stay, ain't gotta ask you what's wrong

Ain't no reason running after something already gone
Take off your leavin' dress, let's do what we do best
I guess everybody has there way of moving on
Girl, rest your head, one more time in my bed
Love me like you love when you loved and you didn't have to try
Let's lay down tonight
And kiss tomorrow goodbye

Ain't gonna beg you stay, ain't gotta ask you what's wrong
Ain't no reason running after something already gone
Take off your leavin' dress, let's do what we do best
I guess everybody has there way of moving on
Girl, rest your head, one more time in my bed
Love me like you love when you loved and you didn't have to try
Let's lay down tonight
And kiss tomorrow goodbye
Let's kiss tomorrow goodbye​

 

[DarkWarrioress]

The evening had turned dark. A fire in the fireplace crackled and popped. They simply sat together on the couch facing it, her head on his shoulder and talked quietly. It was that type of a night.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

The tick of the clock foretold the hour. He had slipped off to bed before her. She remained a time, watching the flames dance and thinking.

There comes a time when we have to decide to brave the harsh winds, weather the storm or stay inside where it is safe. I suppose, it depends on what we're braving the winds or weathering the storm for. How much of ourselves is invested? We must look to the immediate because no matter how much we play "what if", we truly can not predict our future. Too many unknown variables to be sure of anything. Still yet, we have to ask ourselves questions. Brutally honest questions. We can't afford to spare ourselves. Too much is at stake. And with the questions, we must find the equally brutal answers. No matter what kind of pain we must endure because of it. Some of us bear up rather well, all things considered, when faced with such a task. Some of us, not so much. Therein lies the master cut of us. Separates the men from the boys and girls from the women. We tend to cling to hope because we want so desperately to believe. In something. In someone. Nothing in this world is cut in black or white and eventually, those that believe it is, are hit with the hard reality of learning otherwise. It humanizes us. We all live in glass houses and should be careful of stone throwing. Our principles in our lifetime, are guidelines to live our lives by. They waiver. They bend. And yes, sometimes they shatter, taking us with them. It happens, even to the best of us. Our pride in ourselves bites the dust. It's not about how we screwed up, it's about how we recover. Get on with your life as you mean to live it and the rest will come.

Sometimes... we have to have the courage to let go.

Sometimes... it comes back to us.

It is always a lesson.

It is sometimes a blessing.



Her eyes grew weary. It was time for bed. The screen was pulled in front of the fireplace before she found her way there.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

 

[DarkWarrioress]

 

[Light Ice]

Flowers, everywhere, as though they've exploded from the walls and curtains and fixtures. They hang in arrangements and powder the floor. The maids are besides themselves between awe and outrage. The sink is flooded and blossoms float within. The banisters are wound and tangled with floral ivy. It is an earthy mess. It is endless. The house smells like a garden. It looks awash in vibrant color.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Flowers, everywhere, as though they've exploded from the walls and curtains and fixtures. They hang in arrangements and powder the floor. The maids are besides themselves between awe and outrage. The sink is flooded and blossoms float within. The banisters are wound and tangled with floral ivy. It is an earthy mess. It is endless. The house smells like a garden. It looks awash in vibrant color.

The smell permeated the house, slipped under her bedroom door even. She woke in the morning with a twitching nose. Covers were tossed back, a robe hastily drawn on, a door cracked open. A tousled cloud of dark red hair poked out, framing a sleep ridden, eye squinting, short stack of a female.

"What the....?"

She blinked, drew the robe tighter around her and stepped out. Slowly turning in circles. Eyes that had been only half open, widened. In shock. In disbelief. In wonder.

It started out a soft sound then bloomed into delighted laughter as she moved through to the kitchen. Flowers. Everywhere. She felt like she was in a botanical garden. It smelled of one too. Only, the fragrances melded together intoxicatingly.

They were even in the sink!

Her fingers skimmed through the water to capture one, lifting it to her nose. A few seconds later, she gently settled it back into the water.

What on earth had she done to deserve this?

Of course she knew it was Ice. It was always Ice when it came to her and flowers, except for once and she refused to dwell on that, no good could come from it. They, Ice and she, had spoken before about his thoughts on flowers. He had called her such a girl when he had moved out and she had asked him about the flowers. She had laughed, acknowledging that bit of knowledge unashamedly. She had been delighted when the blooms kept appearing as they always had.

She sighed as she lifted her cup of coffee to her lips, taking the first sip. Her eyes couldn't stop wandering. There were flowers everywhere. Damn him for not being here. Right there. In front of her. Right then. She had this violent urge to hug the crap out of him and kiss him senseless.

Pushing away from the kitchen counter with one last look around her, she stopped a maid on her way out with instructions to gather up all the flowers on the floor. When asked what to do with them, the answer was simple.

"Find vessels for all of them. The crushed ones go into a bowl and set below in the entertainment room to bring a refreshing scent there. Put the rest in bowls or vases and scatter them amongst the rest of the rooms that are devoid of color and perfume."

When the maid questioned her about the rest, she turned about again, eyes appreciating where they hung or were set. A smile tugged at her lips.

"Leave them. They brighten my day and make me smile."

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Don't Waste My Time
--Little Big Town

I've been here before
It only made me cry
I felt so sure
I never questioned why
Till I woke up alone
That's why I have to ask you
Baby what's behind your kiss
I need to know your heart's in this

I'm waiting for the kind of love
That is strong enough
To walk through anything
So don't waste my time
So don't waste my time
I only wanna play for keeps
Wanna fall in deep
If you don't just say goodbye
Don't waste my time

The words you say
Are what I want to hear
Promises you make
Are music to my ears
Is it the heat of the moment talking
Promises come easily
Give me something to believe

I'm waiting for the kind of love
That is strong enough
To walk through anything
So don't waste my time
So don't waste my time
I only wanna play for keeps
Wanna fall in deep
If you don't just say goodbye
Don't waste my time

Time, time, time, time

I'm waiting for the kind of love
That is strong enough
To walk through anything
So don't waste my time
So don't waste my time
I only wanna play for keeps
Wanna fall in deep
If you don't just say goodbye
Don't waste my time

I'm waiting for the kind of love
That is strong enough
To walk through anything
So don't waste my time
So don't waste my time
I only wanna play for keeps
Wanna fall in deep
If you don't just say goodbye
Don't waste my time

Don't waste my time​

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Time Is Love
--Josh Turner

I know I gotta put in the hours,
Make the money while the sunlight shines
But anything I gotta get done,
It can get done some other time

Time is love, gotta run,
Love to hang longer,
But I got someone who waits,
Waits for me and right now
She's where I need to be,
Time is love, gotta run

I only get so many minutes,
Don't wanna spend 'em all on the clock
In the time that we spent talkin',
How many kisses have I lost?

Time Is love, gotta run,
Love to hang longer,
But I got someone who waits,
Waits for me and right now
She's where I need to be,
Time is love, gotta run.

Gotta fly
Fly
Before one more moment
Gets by...

Time Is love, gotta run,
Love to hang longer,
But I got someone who waits,
Waits for me and right now
She's where I need to be

Time is love, gotta run,
Love to hang longer,
But I got someone who waits,
Waits for me and right now
She's where I need to be,
Time is love, gotta run.

Time is Love, gotta run...​

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Firecracker
--Josh Turner

When I look in her eyes
It ain't no surprise
Sparks start a flyin' like the 4th of July
She gets me so hot, my heart starts a popin'
When we get to kissin' there ain't no stoppin'
When it comes to love, she ain't no slacker
My little darlin' is a Firecracker

When I light the fuse, I gotta get back quick
You gotta be careful with a dynamite stick
Son of a gun, she's fun to handle
And she packs a punch like a roman candle

She's a pack of black cats in a red paper wrapper
My little darlin' is a Firecracker

[chorus]

We might not oughta take a roll in the hay
Cause we'd burn the barn down a one of these days
We're a match made in Heaven and it ain't no joke
But I'd sure hate to see it go up in smoke
We got a good thing going and if feels so right
She's a Firecracker
She's the light of my life

She goes off with a great big bang
Boys I tell ya it's a beautiful thing
She takes off you better hang on tight
She's a blonde bottle rocket in the middle of the night
When she makes love she's a heart attacker
My little darlin' is a Firecracker

[chorus]

Yeah, we got a good thing going and it feels so right
She's a Firecarcker
She's the light of my life

We gotta good thing goin' and it feels so right
She's a Firecracker
She's the light of my life

She's a Firecracker
She's the light of my life

Firecracker, Firecracker, Firecracker,Firecracker,
Bang, Firecracker, Firecracker​

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Another rainy day. A list of things to accomplish. All to be ready for the upcoming holiday. A couple more posts to answer as well. For now, coffee is good. Chatting with friends is good.

 

[The_gladiator]

a note left somewhere she can find it.

I have been considering our discussion of our desire to write together. I have an idea and think you may be the right writer for the position, I'd love to talk with you about it sometime soon. I know I do not have much time and am already finding it difficult to respond to posts as often as I like, but this is something I feel called to write. If the idea does not fit you perhaps you can recommend an equally as tallented writer as yourself for the position for you've been around here more of late than myself seeing as I have only recently returned.

in hopes to talk with you soon,
Glad