Daydream_weaver's Refuge

[Luna_Wolf72]

Tilting head up, tongue tip tasting pale flesh...

Tonight suits, my Muse...suits very well indeed. Here or at my Den?

 

[Daydream_weaver]

Would you like to come here? I would love to prepare a special evening for us...I can ward off the Refuge so we can be alone....*sighing softly at the touch of her tongue wishing it were evening already...wanting to be alone with her...no interuptions...just the two of us*

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

A quick nod, my teeth now worrying that too pale flesh; that sweet, sweet skin.

Would you like me to bring anything in particular, sweet Muse?

 

[Daydream_weaver]

If there is anything that strikes your fancy to bring feel free...I am happy with your presence alone... *shivering at the hint of sharp teeth on my skin, my fingers finding their way up into her hair*

 

[marauder13]

Slowly he moves through the wooded surrounds, edging quietly to the edge of the clearing. Seeing that weaver is in close conversation with Luna, he stays at the edge of the clearing, waiting for the quiet moment between the two to pass.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

A hint of a growl, a tightening of arms that tug Muse tighter...before releasing, relaxing...a stepping away...

I shall return soon, sweetest Muse...I can not wait to have...ummm see you. Must tend to my threads so that i will be uninterrupted when I come back...

A glance, seeing M13, a wave...

I do believe you have company, sweet Love.

Changing, becoming small...silver, black, white, gray. A high yip before bounding away...

 

[Daydream_weaver]

I will be waiting, my Wolf...

*I watch her wolven form disappear with a smile, my mind already whirling with ideas for us.

I step to the door and glance around, my eyes seeking and finding a new friend come to call. I smile brightly and wave to him, beaconing him to join me*

Greetings Marauder...it's nice to see you.

 

[marauder13]

He waves to the departing Luna, admiring both of her forms before she is but a pleasant memory. At weaver's invitation, he walks over to where she is, sitting down on the soft grass.

Hello Weaver. This is a wonderful place you have here. I hope that I didn't disturb what was occurring between you and Luna. I have long wondered what it would be like to sit here, and experience this place. Thank you for your invitation.

He cautiously takes hold of her hand, raising it to his lips to bestow a soft kiss, before returning her hand to where it had rested.

 

[Daydream_weaver]

Thank you, my friend. I am happy to have friends come by and share my refuge. I like to think of it as an island of calm...most of the time.

I will be setting a few wards soon though, to ensure privacy for Luna and I this evening... *blushing softly*

I saw your post for our thread...very nice. I cannot wait to get my character posted. I hope she catches your attention, and Walter's. I quite like him. I think this will be a very interesting and fun thread to write together.

 

[marauder13]

I am so sorry to do this, but I must leave you for a while. I have just been besieged by my children, and I must go forth and be a daddy again. I hope that you time with Luna is enjoyable.

I am looking forward to seeing your first post as well.

He slowly stands, pausing to kiss Weaver's cheek. With a courteous bow, he departs the glade, already looking forward to returning to visit once more.

 

[dragonrazor]

*pokes DW and sinks into a chair on her opposite side with a bag of salt and vinegar chips*

 

[Daydream_weaver]

Having myself been invaded by the tromping of teenage feet I press my hand to my cheek where he placed his kiss and smile. New friends are always a treasure.

Rising I set my mind to preparations for the evening, my eyes closing briefly...

Walking slowly in a circuit around the cabin and surrounding area of the Refuge I concentrate, setting my wards carefully. A clap of my hands and the circle glows briefly before fading to a mere wavering that dances at the edge of sight…*

~*~ Tonight the Refuge will welcome only one visitor ~*~

~*~ Please respect the boundaries that have been set ~*~​

 

[Daydream_weaver]

*Putting the final touches to the meal preparations for the evening. The chicken aflredo with linguine pasta, delicately sautéed baby carrots and a light dessert of strawberry sorbet is all but ready. A table has been set with a view out the French doors to the deck. Candles flicker in sconces around the cabin and soft music plays in the background. I nod my head with satisfaction and remove the apron from around my waist, leaving the kitchen.

Silvery hair is gathered atop my head secured with two ebony chop sticks leaving my neck and shoulders bare. A simple, strapless gown of flowing silver grey sweeps around my feet as I stand thinking to myself of all that the evening can have in store…*

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

I have wondered what I should wear to see my Muse. Dressing severly doesn't suit, not now. I want to remind her of earlier times and it hits me. I should be wearing the dress from long ago. The one I wore when first I stalked her. A smile as I look for it...long black velvet. I head for my Den...leaving a small note behind...

Am running late...but will be back soonest, sweet Muse...

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Finally...I find it...changing boots for tiny three inch pumps...hair a mass of black curls...a small black crop held in a small brown hand. I smooth my dress down and breathe, controlling my heart's pace...

I walk through the woods, my head tilted as I imagine what awaits me...finally I am upon her porch. I smile and tap...and wait to be invited.

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[Daydream_weaver]

*Hurrying to the door I pause to take a deep breath, a hand resting at my throat. I close my eyes for a second then reach for the doorknob.

The sight of her steals the breath I have just taken. My eyes move over her hungrily, lingering briefly on the crop in her hand...remembering...*

Won't you come in, my Luna...?

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

She looks...heartbreakingly elegant. My lips curl upward and I move to do as she asks. The crop rises, without thought, tracing the delicate shoulder bared to my sight.

I am here, sweet Muse. I thought a rembrance of things would not go amiss. Remember when first we met?

Eyes gaze into hers, my teeth chewing on my own lip...

Lead the way, darlin'.

 

[Daydream_weaver]

*shivering at the feel of the crop moving lightly over my skin I remember many things...some things that cause a flush of color to wash over my cheeks and down across the pale flesh of my chest. My voice is barely a whisper as I answer*

I remember...and you look even lovelier now...

I reach for her free hand leading her toward the table, my eyes never leaving hers save to drop to her lips...lips I ache to taste*

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

A deep blush rises, coloring my cheeks. I want to throw her down, ravish, seduce, tease. I fight the urge to claim her, mark her. I allow her to lead me to the elegant setting, the dinner that teases me with scents~herbal and other wise.

I pull out her chair and wait. I am not sure if she needs to bring anything else to the table. I grin up at her, my eyes sparkling, my voice is low, seductive...

Even in a dress, my sweet, I am still a gentleman.

Then I move to the other side and stand behind my seat. The table is elegant, and matches her perfectly. The sun leaves colors in the sky as it drifts towards late afternoon. Glancing at her, I ask a question, my lips smiling in anticipation...

Before we begin our dinner, would a kiss be amiss?

 

[Daydream_weaver]

*slipping into my seat I look up at her, that pull I have felt from the beginning tugging at me, her presence surrounding me and making my pulse speed*

I think it would be difficult to continue with dinner unless you kiss me...

*my glance drops to her lips and the tip of my tongue slips out along my lower lip a bit nervously*

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

A quick step, another and then I am bending over, my hands framing her face. My lips taste hers...softly, gently. The wolf within doesn't want that though...begins to nip bottom lip, tug with sharp teeth, a light growl. Hand slides away, coming to rest in her hair, wanting the silvery mass DOWN. FOCUS!! I step back, my breath still controlled but my pulse thundering.

Now we eat, sweet Muse?

Returning to my chair, I sit, gazing at her raptly...hungrily...

 

[Daydream_weaver]

*Swallowing back a low moan I watch her as she moves to the other side of the small table. My hands clasp tightly in my lap as I struggle to still their trembling, struggle for a normal breath...but the feel of her teeth, the rumble of a growl that shoots right through me makes it harder than I expected*

yes, dinner. I...I hope you like it.

*Reaching out a hand that holds a barely noticeable tremor I remove the silver covers that have kept each plate warm. I glance down at the table finally and a small frown creases my brow as I notice something missing*

Would you like a glass of wine? Or something else perhaps if that isn't to your taste?

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

I note the tremors and my smile widens. Her voice is so soft, almost hesitant. I adore her. She worries for no reason. She could just get me water and I would be fine.

Water will do, sweet one. I want to taste YOU, not the sweetness of wine. As is, I am starved for affection. I want nothing in my system that will make my control harder to maintain....

A low growling murmur

I want you spread upon the table, a feast for my mouth and tongue...to hell with this food...a smile...but I will eat it, because you made it and because I adore you....

 

[Daydream_weaver]

*Rising from my chair intending to fetch a cool pitcher of water, I falter as her low words send visons flashing through my mind. My hand reaches out, resting on the back of her chair, my breath caught in my throat. I glance at her, the need showing brightly in my eyes giving me away before I can tear them away. My teeth catch my lip, working it sharply to distract me from the heat rising in my body*

The food would keep...

*I hear the words come from my mouth and feel my cheeks flame at my own daring*

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

I rise and move toward her, a hand capturing her wrist...

The food will keep...eyes drop, roaming her figure. Take that off...you look beautiful...but you look far better naked...take it off, and let down your hair for me, please.