The Mansion

[DarkWarrioress]

She rolled over in her sleep, pressing her backside into his warmth with a little wiggle. His shirt rode up her thigh as she settled back into sleep. It was Saturday and even if the day was going to be busy. She wasn't ready to relinquish sleep just yet. Sleep and M. What more could she ask for?

 

[Mav Unlimited]

He had felt her stir and roll over a few hours earlier, her backside sliding against him as he draped an arm over her, opening his eyes just for a moment before closing them again, and snuggling closer to her body. He had fallen back into the sleep mode, his lips hovering close to the back of her neck. Now however he was wide awake, but wasn't yet ready to get out of bed. Saturday mornings were always a blessing since he didn't have to wake up early. He just lay there with her, in their bed, thinking about the day ahead. It would be tiring and hectic for them both, but for now, he was still in bliss.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

She woke a few hours later, stretching as she opened her eyes. When it dawned on her what her day as going to be like, she good-naturedly pulled the covers over her head with a groan. Two young giggly teenage girls (though they usually entertained themselves) and one whirlwind, can't sit still nine year old boy that aside from wanting to play on his uncle's Wii and wanting to level his hunter in WoW, was a constant bottomless pit when it came to food and the girls weren't a slouch in that area either. The day promised to be hot so a water fight, more like an ambush was called for. Ideas were twisting around in her head.

Another groan before determination set in. First stop? Coffee. Then the study to catch up her threads while she had time to do so. A shower and clothes. As much as she loved sleeping in M's shirts, entertaining in them wasn't going to work. A few household chores before company arrived. Did they have any water guns? Maybe a stop to the department store was called for. Hmmm.

Maybe she'd find time to bake some shortbread cookies from scratch too. Seems, she had a craving for them of late. Damn M.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Josh Turner. I like him.

I Wouldn't Be A Man

Would You Go With Me

Why Don't We Just Dance​

 

[Light Ice]

Josh Turner. I like him.

I Wouldn't Be A Man

Would You Go With Me

Why Don't We Just Dance​

Me too.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Peace. Quiet. The inevitable luxury of having guests gone and one's home, once again, returned to normal. It was heaven. Guests were nice and it is always nice to have a houseful of people, even if she isn't a people person in general. Which, in and of itself, is weird. She is the one that holds the family together. She's the one they all come to. She mediates, she dispenses words of experience and she always there to help with anything when the need arises. She is warmth and comfort, laughter and love. She is an odd one and they know it, use it by now. When she needs to write, the world fades from her, except for the world she is writing in.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Leaning her head back against her leather chair, she yawned. It was time to sleep. he had sucked out everything he was going to be able to tonight. She read his last with a smile. She'd sleep on her reply, although the imagery he brought to her mind was vivid and her fingers itched to scale across the keyboard. She resisted the urge. She had to. Appointments awaited her tomorrow.

A good story was like a good book, no matter where you stopped, when you picked it up again, you were always where you stopped. She lifted two fingers to the side of her forehead in a silent salute, reached over the desk to turn out at the light as she got to her feet. A quick stretch with arms extended overhead and she left the study for the bedroom, slipping into the darkened room quietly, shedding her clothing along the way. She slipped between the covers and curled close to his warmth, her head was starting to throb. Closing her eyes, she let sleep take her.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Monday. Not a whole lot to claim her in the RW today, but enough. Her agenda is to take care of business and then see to all her co-writers today. Yesterday, she had concentrated on one but that was because it was where her head was at.

All except for the shared thread with M. That one she was working on. Priorities. And he was hers.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

I am caught up as I promised myself earlier. Caught hopelessly in the net of spinning tales, I could easily stay here, glued to the keyboard, caught up in the magic my partners help weave. But tonight I will be firm with myself. I will put away the keyboard, turn out the light and walk away. My mind needs the gentle rest.

Tomorrow is a new day. I will have nothing to impede my creativity. The night draws in, bringing with it the stars. I long for a walk along the shoreline, barefooted, to hear the sea softly roar in my ears. Feel the sea move through me, soothing the soul as it always does before I sleep.

Not tonight. There will be other nights to seek my solitary walk in the moonlight, alone with my thoughts. To stare and dream beyond the stars. To let my soul reach out.

The light goes out. Silence eternal. Then, the soft sound of footsteps leaving the room for another. Seeking the warmth and caring I know I will find.

 

[Mav Unlimited]

He returned from the kitchen and quietly walked in with a cart, on which was a tray and a pot of coffee. The tray contained a cheese mushroom omelet, another one with bacon, four pieces of toast, peanut butter, blackberry jam, and juice for both of them. Pushing the cart, he parked it near the bedside table, climbed back onto the bed and sat on the edge, watching her sleep.

Earlier, he had woken up and gone straight to the study to check his emails and finish some pending work. After that, it was the kitchen where he had prepared breakfast. The Mansion had been very quiet. All the guests must have been either busy in their respective rooms or gone out. There were no visitors either. It was going to be a day just like any other and he was looking forward to it.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

The noise was slight and she wrinkled her nose without even opening her eyes, snuggling her head against the pillow with a sigh. It was the lure of coffee that drew her reluctantly out of sleep. She poked her head out from under the covers and found M watching her. She smiled.

"You made me coffee," she inhaled, " And food too, darling?"

Slowly sliding up in the bed, she readjusted the pillows so she was leaning against back against the headboard and reaching for him at the same time.

 

[Mav Unlimited]

He felt something stir under the sheets and grinned, as her head poked out from underneath, eyes still closed, nose sniffing at the aroma he had just brought in along with him. As her eyes opened and she smiled at him, he leaned down to kiss her nose, before sitting up.

"Good Morning, darling. I did. First time I have ever prepared coffee." He laughed softly. "Don't know how it is going to taste. The food however should be eatable." He grinned once again as she slid her head back against the headboard and reached for him. He leaned down to kiss her, his hand sliding around her body covered by the sheets at the same time.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

M made coffee? She knew a moment of fear. How bad could it be?

Her thought got sidetracked by the feel of his lips against her own. She tugged him down to her, intent on enjoying him before coffee and food. Unheard of? Before coffee? Well sometimes, she did make an exception.

 

[Mav Unlimited]

His lips pressed against her mouth as she tugged him down over herself. Their tongues met for a brief moment as the lips parted in a gentle kiss. When the kiss broke after a few moments, he looked into her eyes, caressing her cheek gently with his fingers, brushing her hair aside and smiled.

"Coffee, my dear?" He knew she was slightly terrified of trying it.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

She put on a brave face. After all, one did not show fear in the face of a loved one's caring. She nodded, letting him go. She idly wondered if it came with a blindfold and a cigarette.

 

[Mav Unlimited]

He chuckled at her expression as she let him leave her arms to grab the pot and pour coffee for her. Sliding back onto the edge of the bed, he held out the cup carefully. He knew it was different from what she was used to drinking. But he was willing to practice and learn.

"Here you go, sweetheart."

Saying that, he got up again and pulled the cart closer to the bed.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

She postponed the inevitable by glancing at the cart he rolled it up closer to the bed. Her eyes lighting up with delight. Her favorite type of omelet and he had fixed her toast just the way she liked it. He didn't miss a thing and she adored him for it.

Cautiously, she took a sip of the coffee. Aside from being a little stronger than she was use to, it wasn't bad. Heaven knows, she had drank coffee so strong a spoon would have stood up in it. Sometimes even, she had wondered if it would have dissolved a spoon just by stirring it. But M's coffee wasn't anywhere that bad.

 

[Mav Unlimited]

He saw the look on her face as she eyed the tray and that brought a smile to his lips. He had prepared it especially for her this morning. As she put the cup to her lips and tasted his preparation, he breathed a sigh of relief. She hadn't thrown up or made a face while drinking it, yet. He eyed her curiously for a response.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

She caught his eyes over the rim of her coffee cup and smiled reassuringly.

"It's fine, love." Her eyes held a teasingly glint, "maybe a little less strong the next time you try. But more important to me is that you did this for me."

 

[Mav Unlimited]

He nodded gently. "I'll make it lighter next time. I'm just glad you are able to drink it."

He smiled and leaned in to kiss her cheek.

"Well, I don't know about you but I'm hungry. Shall we eat?"

He turned to the food on the tray and glanced back at her once before grabbing a plate.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

She licked her lips in anticipation.

"I'd love to."

There was some intonation her voice when she replied as if to question what exactly she was ready to eat. Her eyes had been on him, not the food at the time. However, her look passed over him to the plate he was picking up. Her stomach growled in response.

Okay, okay. Food first, sex later.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Mid-week. It never fails to amaze me how sometimes days seems to drag out and yet, at other times, they fly by. Taking into account that if one day is no busier than any other, what makes it seem so? Self perception only? I'm not so convinced of that, especially when I ask someone how the day seemed to them and I get the exact same response on the exact same day. I'd let my curiosity be satisfied that it was just personal perception if it weren't for the fact that I've asked this of more than one other person on the same day and got the exact same answer. So, now I shall remain curious about this. ~ Just one more little peek down the long corridor of my mind.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Well, on to it, I shall be here shortly. Posts owed and such. The day has a different feel to it and I'm not sure why. 'Tis all good, nothing bad or odd, just different is all. Life is good. I'm thankful for drawing breath, for the people in my life, for those that call me friend and I consider a friend, for having love in my life after walking alone for so long. If I could change my life again, I would. I can not. Many things are set in stone. They will never change until Death comes. Such is the way of it and I will accept what I must, change what I can and find a measure of peace and happiness because of it.

 

[Light Ice]

He's downstairs.

He's been downstairs most days.

This is not his place. He has no room here. Still, he's drawn to those that linger within the halls and to the lounge. The bar needed a bit of work. Little things. A craftsman's touch. He works hard while they are elsewhere. Lounges and drinks while they are upstairs.

The surprise waits.

http://cdn.home-designing.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/09/Home-Bar1.jpg

He succumbs to his own temptations now. The Bombay melts the ice and he drinks it quickly in answer. There is work to be done, still. He owes posts. They'll come with time.

 

[Mav Unlimited]

He walked out of the Study and headed towards the entertainment room downstairs. Sitting in that chair all day had made his back stiff. He needed to stretch and relax a little bit. As he descended the stairs he thought he heard a noise. Not until he reached all the way to the bottom did he realize that the bar and the area around it had been completely upgraded. He saw LI sitting in one of the chairs and smiled.

"Good Afternoon. How are you?"

He glanced around the room and was amazed at the work that had been done. His Lady would surely be surprised.

"Did...you...?"