Welcome to Hell.

Silence descends as the flurry of typing ends. The Wolfling strips off the tee and tosses it toward the fire before wiggling her way out of the jeans that encase her solid musculature and placing them on the bed side table.

Just one more piece of writing, if she can accomplish it. Erlind's Andrey is angry and the sheer emotion makes a reply...scary at best.
 
I got pulled away again.
She smiles at the offer and nods, offering her shoulders and neck to the wise woman.
 
Silence descends as the flurry of typing ends. The Wolfling strips off the tee and tosses it toward the fire before wiggling her way out of the jeans that encase her solid musculature and placing them on the bed side table.

Just one more piece of writing, if she can accomplish it. Erlind's Andrey is angry and the sheer emotion makes a reply...scary at best.

"I'm not causing problems am I? The last thing I'd want is for one of my characters to be causing stress." The question is accompanied by an evil if cheerful grin as I appear. I wander up to the wolf, but just out of reach.
 
The Tigress scooted closer and looked over the woman's neck and shoulders. She studies where the bruises are and places her hands along her neck. Strong and competent fingers push down with a moderate amount of force to start, watching an listening to the girl closely, gauging her reactions to determine the correct pressure. She then starts to push against the muscles, going from the base of her neck up to the bottom of her skull, forcing the blood to go up and pulling the tension out..
 
"I'm not causing problems am I? The last thing I'd want is for one of my characters to be causing stress." The question is accompanied by an evil if cheerful grin as I appear. I wander up to the wolf, but just out of reach.

Golden eyes focus upon the man who stands, short feet beyond her reach.

"Oh no. I worked it out, well enough."

She slips from the confines of the bed, small muscular frame covered in only a pair of boy short panties and a black sports bra. One small hand reaches for him and tugs him closer. Strong arms and legs enclose him as she climbs him like a tree. Strong white teeth find his bottom lip and bites, just once.

She slips down and away with a laugh.


"how are you?"
 
shudders slightly at her touch, tensing at first and then forcing her muscles to relax, letting out a soft moan as the woman's fingers work her shoulders over very nicely. She rolls her shoulders back slightly, into her touch, enjoying the massage.
 
A touch I have missed. I work too much, but more than that has prevented it lately. Seeing her in good spirit makes me smile. I return the embrace and don't fight her when she briefly borrows my lip between her teeth.

"I haven't been sleeping right the last week or so, but besides that minor inconvenience life isn't bad I suppose. Slowly getting ready to move from where I am to somewhere else I'd rather not be, but at least the company will be better. Internet should be better too thankfully."

I turn my attention away from my own little world for a moment and look softly at her.

"You seem well." Veiled questions hide in the simple small statement.
 
A nod of understanding, honey brown eyes focusing upon his face.

I have the same issue. Working overnight's until Thursday. A small smile. Eventually, I will get some rest, I guess.

Slow grin.

I am getting better. Not perfect and I still have down times but those are moving back instead of closer.

Fingertips touch his chin.
 
Hands move over a young one's shoulders. She moves down, not focusing on the sore muscles directly, but all the muscles connected to them. She pushed and pulled, hard in some places am soft in others. Her patience was endless and she worked until she felt the girl relax. Once she had, her hands worked into the sore muscles, the ones that hurt the most. She eased up on the pressure and just pushed hard enough to make the blood circulate. Her hands were strong but gentle, nothing but professional.
 
"Good."

I don't have long here, but I don't really have better words than that to supply her. I'm tired and words have been refusing to find me. Hopefully when they do I'll be able to find her.

I consider fingers gently touching my chin an invitation and place an all too brief kiss on her lips. Just a taste of her. Its enough to taunt us both and no more, but that's all we'd be able to share anyway before I have to vanish anyway.
 
Lets out another soft noise of pleasure, pressing back against the strong hands as her muscles relax more. This is exactly what she she needed, and she couldn't be more thankful. Another soft moan, her eyes closing, focusing on her muscles, feeling each muscle tighten and then loosen. She gasps as the hands move to her sorest muscles and then calms as the pain turns to something much more enjoyable.
 
A smile as I see him preparing to leap back into reality. Another, bigger smile as his lips find mine for a soft kiss.

Find me when you can, E. I've missed you, I have.
 
It didn't take long for me to disappear. Gone from the sight of a wolf and any others that cared to look. Before the world completely takes me though I return behind her and close. From behind, I roughly pull her against me and first kiss and then bite at the soft brown flesh of her neck.

"Trust me, Luna," I whisper, "I will find you just as soon as I'm able."

Then I am gone again as if to prove the first kiss shared had simply not been enough of a tease.
 
Mutters from the shadow, something about boredom and too much energy. And, for some reason, Lewis Black.
 
Wanders through hell, wearing a lil bit of nothing. Honey brown eyes find a male hiding in the shadows.

Hello.
 
Old jeans, worn out leather belt, and tan work boots, I descend into hell. Sometimes life feels like it, but I don't spend enough time down here. Hell is decidedly quiet today and feels like its been this way too long. I cross the room filled with the low chatter of demons as quiet screams waft up from below, then take a seat at the bar.

I raise my hand and signal to the red skinned succubus behind the bar to come over. A tiny strip of brown cloth and a gold winding armlet are her only adornments. A long black nail of hers begins to trail down my chest, but I catch a wrist.

"Coffee," I tell her slowly as if she might misunderstand before letting her go. The bit of aether isn't fazed though, she's been through much worse in this place than me. She pouts, but goes off to fetch my coffee, not even any whiskey added without my consent today. Soon the steaming black cup is set before me and she wanders off again in search of a more receptive soul no doubt.
 
Ambles in, shaking his head slowly before taking his seat near the fire, albeit briefly.

This place... I'm afraid it's not for me folks. The stories I've found to explore take weeks for posts, and many of the authors don't know how to punctuate. It's been wonderful meeting the few of you I've come to enjoy. Be well.

And with that, he vanishes back into the shadows.
 
Hell.

Main floor.

She enters by the side entrance~the door that leads from reality to THIS level. Flames entreat with much flashing and sparking, but she ignores them~her mind filled with what must be done.

Words.

She owes for 6 pieces. She will attempt to write at least one of them, tonight.

First? Vodka.

The succubus behind the bar is already scurrying away, preparing the tray. Long before Wolfling reaches the bar, the tray is filled and ready~Stoli, shot glass, sugar, lemon wedges.

The Wolf takes the proffered tray with a smile and turns away, heading for the fireplace and her chair.
 
I am too indecisive.

I find myself in Hell again, a much nicer place than it deserves to be with its name. I stop at the bar and order coffee and it is brought to me quickly and without liquor. I raise an eyebrow but take the black coffee cup with me and find a seat across from a beautiful brown skinned woman writing and occasionally drinking vodka.

"Good morning, Luna."
 
Honey brown eyes flick upward, landing upon the face of the man I have spent far too long thinking about but NOT speaking to.

"Hello E..."

A small grin, white teeth flashing in the firelight.

"How are you?"

Slender fingers grasp the shot glass and toss the drink, back. Words are hard to find, much more difficult than they should be. And my mind won't focus on the task at hand because...he is here, with me.

"I would have stopped by your place to chat but it seems that you always have company and I hate to interrupt."
 
I listen to the few words while taking short drinks from the steaming cup. How did things change so much? I've always hated change.

"I've been alright. I seem to have had someone lay claim to a couch in the Inner Mind. The place still belongs to me though and you are always welcome, Luna."

She can't write with me here and I can tell its bugging her at least a little. I'm tempted to let her alone so she can write. That's changed too, I used to relish interrupting her.

"Screw this," I mutter and set down my coffee cup. I get up, hop into Luna's chair, and hug her. I'm half on top of her and probably obstructing everything, but I don't really care.

"Hi."
 
Head tilts as I hear the words, the cadences. They are stilted, those words, like a conversation between people who used to know one another and now find the space between them almost too large to traverse.

"I figured as much, E. I have stopped by more than a time or two. I just didn't bother to make my presence known."

A grin, dimpled and quick.

"Plus you were busy, very busy..."

My eyes watch as he sets the coffee mug aside and then he is on MY lap, his heavier body pressing me back against the sturdiness of the chair. Laughter is my only response as slender but well muscled arms encircle his waist.

"Hi yourself. Trade me???"
 
"People are supposed to keep busy, aren't they?" The question is asked with all the innocence of a catholic school boy that I haven't been in a very long time.

"Fine." I climb off of her and allow her the room she'll need to change things how she'd like.

"but only because its you."
 
I give a small growl at his words. THAT is exactly how it should be.

"Good."

Husky alto voice speaks that word and no other as I wriggle out from my spot and plant my ass upon his lap, one arm thrown over his shoulders to help me balance until I am comfortable.

"I would never want you to forget that Luna deserves special considerations..."

Soft lips find his for a slow, thorough kiss which ends when sharp white teeth find his bottom lip and tug.

"Also, you have the worst timing, E. In the real world I am just about ready to start prepping for breakfast and the coffee bar for a meeting set to start at 7 in the morning...figures you would come, just when I am about to leave."

Honey brown eyes gaze at him, full lips turn down in a pout.

"I am beginning to think you plan it this way."
 
A deep delicious kiss is my reward for letting her take what is in some ways her rightful place. It even ends with just the right hint of teeth. What a wonderful woman I have in my lap right now. I grimace a bit though when she tells me of her impending departure.

"I am well aware of my issues with timing, however you are wrong about one thing. I don't plan it. I often think I don't plan much of anything." I chuckle as if its a joke and somehow in my head it is.

"If you need to work you need to work. I'll be on again tonight though. Come find me.
 
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