Wolven Den

A secret grin at her pause, a soft kiss on dry lips. A soft whisper...into the shell of her ear..

Good, sweet one...now I KNOW you remember....and I adore you for it.

I stand up, pulling her with me, my hands still curled possessively around her body...

Is it time for you to go? I have noticed that your Sir and you are usually preparing to leave at this time. I do not want to overstep his boundaries, love.
 
The grin tells me everything and I return it. I lean into the kiss, wanting more. Rising with her, I hold her close to me, knowing our time is about through.

Yes, Miss Luna. I am still recovering and he makes me rest so I can heal.

I raise my head, looking into her eyes

Miss Luna...will you let me return soon. I...I'd really like to have a chance to please you as well.
 
Another smile...another kiss, a firm grip of rounded flesh

You may return whenever you will, sweet one.

A whisper

The next time I may let you taste of me...

Releasing her with a wide grin

Now, go home sweetness and thank your Sir for me...I will see you again soon. Thank you for giving me this time with you...I needed it...and I think...you did too.
 
I smile brightly, moaning softly at her whispered words, wanting nothing more than to taste her on my tongue.

thank you, Miss Luna.

I lean in once her hands slip away, kissing her deeply before stepping back.

I did need this, so very much. I will tell him and...I will be back.

One last brush of lips and I slip from her room, grabbing my cloak on my way out.

Wicked dreams, Miss Luna
 
A happy sigh, a lingering look at my real Den and then I step back into the main room, shutting the connecting door behind me. I feel replete, happy. I notice dragon kin's note and smile, happy that he said good night...then I wander to a cushion and settle into it...my hands searching for, and finding notebook and pen...I have a post to plan...
 
The Dreamer was still there, curled up within the coushins, her own pad filled with several pages of both quickly written words and scratches, crossing out work she disliked. She raises her gaze to Luna and waves softly.
 
It wasn't bad. Wrote a bit. Showered and such. Talked with friends. I hope your day went well.
 
She curls up into the coushins, the pen falling loosely from her hand, landing on the pad her hand still rests on. Her emerald eyes fall softly shut as she drifts into sleep within the Wolf's Den...
 
DEN is closed. For invitee's only. Those mentioned in my siggy are welcome...all others, stay out...
 
Slips a bottle of Stoli onto the table for the Wolf's return, with a pair of shot glasses turned down beside. Then he vacates quietly.
 
flops down on her cushion and hates her life, hates this stupid ridiculousness that requires constant feeding, hates the drama, the whispering...like kids trapped in a room with no teacher. Wishes to hell she had learned ages ago to keep herself to herself, thinking she should go away and come back as someone else....maybe pretend to be someone entertaining for a change....cracks up at that idea, knowing she doesn't want to give up her SRP's. Sighs...wonders what to do NOW....
 
sees the Stoli and the shot glasses, pours a shot and gulps it down, debates another as her chest gets that warm burn...
 
Further debate means one more...and then I get up to rinse the shot glass...flipping it so that it will dry...
 
Wolf walks in and looks around. The place is dusty from disuse...and from a certain lack of caring. She moves to a far cushion, curling up with a notebook and pen as she debates posting for the few threads she still enjoys...debates it....figures fuck it and tosses the book...pen follows just behind it...
 
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The Dreamer walks into the Den, showered but covered in welts. She collapses into the coushins and sighs.

I swear, I'm the only one who ever has welts and can say they are work related.
 
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