Daydream_weaver's Refuge

[Drunken_Angel]

So what are you ladies up to today?

Angel gives Dragon a wink, "You realize clocks don't rule time." You go to sleep at night, you wake up in the morning. Ergo when you wake its is morning. I just woke.

Yes, time is a fashion accessory.

 

[dragonrazor]

I have no specific plans...in and out here...some time spent online elsewhere...RW things to do...

*hugs my knees to my chest and resting my chin on them*

Did I see that you have time to yourself today?

Heh. I'm alone most of today. Needing something...or someone...to do.

 

[Veroe]

Angel gives Dragon a wink, "You realize clocks don't rule time." You go to sleep at night, you wake up in the morning. Ergo when you wake its is morning. I just woke.

Yes, time is a fashion accessory.

Heh, I think I like the way your mind works DA.

 

[dragonrazor]

*leaves a small box on a table for DW, containing a sexy green dress with purple trim*

 

[dragonrazor]

In the halloween spirit, here's something DW might like. Witch Sarah.

 

[Daydream_weaver]

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*As evening approaches I stand in the center of my cabin, surveying the room. A pile of cushions lie on the floor before the fireplace, candles in their holders take the place of burning logs. A gentle evening breeze drifts through open windows stirring the scent of vanilla and rich dark earth. Soft music plays, soothing and uplifting. I pace through the cabin, taking the box from the table to the alcove and hanging the lovely gift from my friendly dragon in my closet.

I glance at my reflection in the mirror and shake my head. Silvery curls float around my shoulders, blending with the sheer grey cloth of my favorite sleeveless robe. I fidget a bit with the bow resting just beneath my breasts, the single tie that holds the robe closed.

Smiling at myself I walk back into the sitting area, a flutter in the pit of my stomach giving away my excitement*

 

[dragonrazor]

Hmmmmm....I'm pondering reposting my Rayne of Blood group thread

 

[Daydream_weaver]

Rayne of Blood? I haven't seen that one.

...and thank you for the lovely dress *smiles and kisses his cheek*

 

[dragonrazor]

Rayne of Blood? I haven't seen that one.

...and thank you for the lovely dress *smiles and kisses his cheek*

You're welcome. And Rayne of Blood is about Rayne, the dhamphir.

 

[Drunken_Angel]

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*As evening approaches I stand in the center of my cabin, surveying the room. A pile of cushions lie on the floor before the fireplace, candles in their holders take the place of burning logs. A gentle evening breeze drifts through open windows stirring the scent of vanilla and rich dark earth. Soft music plays, soothing and uplifting. I pace through the cabin, taking the box from the table to the alcove and hanging the lovely gift from my friendly dragon in my closet.

I glance at my reflection in the mirror and shake my head. Silvery curls float around my shoulders, blending with the sheer grey cloth of my favorite sleeveless robe. I fidget a bit with the bow resting just beneath my breasts, the single tie that holds the robe closed.

Smiling at myself I walk back into the sitting area, a flutter in the pit of my stomach giving away my excitement*

Heels tap in step with my movement. The sun sets and in the sky a thin crescent of the moon can be seen, soon to set also. Tonight will be starlit, the new moon, just past the dark, offering the promise of new beginnings. I take in the cooling evening air, take it in like the essence around me as I step up onto the porch. Stopping, just for a moment, I feel a sudden knot in my stomach, nervousness? excitement?

There is that, but there is also something entirely other. Something prowling, pacing. I have no idea which set of eyes will watch, which set of hands will touch. So much depends on her... and on the night.

A soft rapping, a hand that for now, is delicate and fey.

 

[Daydream_weaver]

*A slow smile curls my lips at the sound of a knock. I take in along deep breath and exhale it with a soft barely heard sound. A sound somewhere between a purr and a growl.

Bare feet carry me soundlessly to the door and I pause to smooth a stray lock of hair behind a slightly pointed ear. Another deep breath and I reach for the knob. The door swings open to meet my hand and I gaze for a long moment at my visitor. White lace, a vision of sweetness and light...and yet I know there is something more hidden beneath the surface*

Hello, sweet Angel...please come in?

 

[Drunken_Angel]

I sense her movements before she even arrives at the door, swirling eddies tugging gently at the air, as if she were walking through mist. And then it is open and where there was the solidity of wood, there is now the vision of something altogether sweeter.

My senses awake at vanilla's sweetness and the soft warmth of candles. Their flicker almost a physical touch upon my skin. If there were any doubt about the fey nature of my host, it is gone as our vision connects. I sense it in her, and I can feel my own nature responding. The slightly pointed ear only confirms what my sense have already asserted.


"Hello, sweet Angel...please come in?"

I step across the threshold and hold out my hands to take hers, moving to offer a single kiss to each cheek and an embrace in greeting.

 

[dragonrazor]

So how are you ladies tonight?

 

[Daydream_weaver]

*Her hands are warm in mine, her lips soft against my cheek. I exhale slowly as we embrace, sending my breath out to envelope her to entice and draw her in. I feel her body against mine, but more than that I feel her energy, that part of her that calls to something deep inside me.

Drawing back slowly I gaze into her eyes letting her see the slight hint of violet mingled with ice blue. I smile and reach for her hands to bring them to my lips*

Come...make yourself comfortable and I will bring you something to drink.

Any requests? Raven?

 

[dragonrazor]

*Her hands are warm in mine, her lips soft against my cheek. I exhale slowly as we embrace, sending my breath out to envelope her to entice and draw her in. I feel her body against mine, but more than that I feel her energy, that part of her that calls to something deep inside me.

Drawing back slowly I gaze into her eyes letting her see the slight hint of violet mingled with ice blue. I smile and reach for her hands to bring them to my lips*

Come...make yourself comfortable and I will bring you something to drink.

Any requests? Raven?

Tight, sexy, busty Asian pop starlet...oh wait, you said to drink....

 

[Drunken_Angel]

Breath and essence welcomes me. I feel the place, alive and vibrant, each bit of it, the flame, the cushions, the room, even the breeze wafting lazily in through an open window touches me and caresses. My essence mingles with her already, our bodies are simply islands amidst a sacred flow.

And then the violet, the blue, the flash of something altogether more. It is this that finally pulls me in, a call that I am powerless to deny.

"Come...make yourself comfortable and I will bring you something to drink.

Any requests?"

"Perhaps just some juice, something fruity?"

My words float out and I am not certain if they were spoken or only thought, they follow my body as my feet responds to the house's offer of soft cushions.

 

[dragonrazor]

Sadly, it is about time I headed to bed.

 

[Daydream_weaver]

*Padding into the kitchen I barely feel the floor beneath my feet. The skirt of my robe and the thickness of silver hair that lays around my shoulders move as if in a gentle breeze. The cabin is shifting...*

Good night, Raven my friend...sleep well...

*My gaze moves to Angel as I reach into the cupboard for two tall, slender glasses. Absently I pour us each a glass of juice from an unmarked bottle. The color is a deep reddish purple, the fragrance light and refreshing, a mixture of several fruits. But I am distracted, my fingers curl around the coolness of the glass tightly and I take a deep breath to find control.

Bare feet carry me back to her side, eyes boring into hers as I offer her a glass*

 

[Drunken_Angel]

*Padding into the kitchen I barely feel the floor beneath my feet. The skirt of my robe and the thickness of silver hair that lays around my shoulders move as if in a gentle breeze. The cabin is shifting...*

Good night, Raven my friend...sleep well...

*My gaze moves to Angel as I reach into the cupboard for two tall, slender glasses. Absently I pour us each a glass of juice from an unmarked bottle. The color is a deep reddish purple, the fragrance light and refreshing, a mixture of several fruits. But I am distracted, my fingers curl around the coolness of the glass tightly and I take a deep breath to find control.

Bare feet carry me back to her side, eyes boring into hers as I offer her a glass*

My body moves of its own accord, lowering me gently to the cushions; I cannot take my eyes from the fey in front of me. I do, however, offer Dragon a polite goodnight before turning back. I watch her pour sweet nectar, as vital to us fey as alcohol is to humans.... but her hands, they close around the glass just a bit too hard. She is as anxious as I am.

I can barely sit still as I feel her cross the room, her eyes are intense, entering mine in a way that challenges me to drop any pretense, to open myself to something real. I feel our souls connect as her hand touches mine. I am suddenly holding a glass.

"Thank you, Weaver. Finally an evening together, just us. I have been waiting for this for a very long time."

I raise my glass to hers, candlelight playing in its depths.

 

[Daydream_weaver]

*Sinking gracefully to my knees I sit back on my heels. The skirt of my robe flares out around me, parting along the front to expose one pale thigh. I touch my glass to hers, the clink muffled by the silent intensity growing between us*

As have I...my Angel...

*Pausing with my glass raised partially to my lips I feel my smile curling into a grin. The juice holds no appeal for me, I thirst for something more. Tilting my head to one side I keep my eyes locked on hers and blow softly on my glass. It shimmers briefly then fades from my hand.

I haven't moved and yet I am suddenly closer to her. My knees nestled against her outer thigh, a hand lifting to toy gently with a stray lock of her hair. I lean forward, my lips brushing against her ear as I murmur in a low tone*

Is the juice to your liking...is it sweet...

 

[Drunken_Angel]

I feel my glass' dissapearance almost as soon as it leaves my sight, discarded upon the floor like an outdated fashion accessory.

Her hand playing with my hair sends shivers, not from the act, but from what comes with it. I get a sense of silk, of the strands, so soft and yet distinct. I feel an excitement at the contact, hot and burning. Slowly realization comes that these are not my sensations, but hers. Already I am beginning to lose track.

When her knee touches my leg, it is as if someone stoked a smoldering flame. My heart leaps into my chest, my breath quickens; her words enter my ear like a thought.

"Is the juice to your liking...is it sweet..."


My answer is at first breathless, then slowly deepens rising as if from a great distance.

"The sweetest juice is but a poor reflection of the real thing."

I tilt my head, deliberately brushing her cheek with mine and sense one of my hands rising, seeking the patch of skin behind her ear.

 

[Daydream_weaver]

*My eyes close as her cheek brushes mine and I lean into her, cheeks pressing more firmly together. A warm breath, a touch of lips to soft skin trailing across her cheek to the corner of her mouth*

The sweetness of your lips is what I crave in this moment...

*I feel her touch as I slowly turn my head, brushing my lips across hers like a whisper of air. A pulse surges beneath her fingertips, not merely a rush of blood through my veins but something more.

I thread my fingers through her hair, feeling each strand move against my skin a silken caress. My fingers close, tightening at the base of her skull*

I will ask as I have asked before...will you have a kiss, my Angel?

 

[Drunken_Angel]

*My eyes close as her cheek brushes mine and I lean into her, cheeks pressing more firmly together. A warm breath, a touch of lips to soft skin trailing across her cheek to the corner of her mouth*

The sweetness of your lips is what I crave in this moment...

*I feel her touch as I slowly turn my head, brushing my lips across hers like a whisper of air. A pulse surges beneath her fingertips, not merely a rush of blood through my veins but something more.

I thread my fingers through her hair, feeling each strand move against my skin a silken caress. My fingers close, tightening at the base of her skull*

I will ask as I have asked before...will you have a kiss, my Angel?

"I thought you would never ask, my Weaver."

My lips curve into a half smile, confident, mischievous, edged with feral. My hand slides back, cupping her head, fingers through hair and gently pulls her toward me, my tongue flicking out to trace her upper lip.

When our our lips meet, one body pressed against another, it seals our breath into a single primal force.

 

[Daydream_weaver]

*A moan, soft and needy, passes from my lips to hers. my fingers relax, opening to slide down along the side of her neck. A second hand mirrors the first, my thumbs brushing along the underside of her jaw. My body goes to her willingly, eagerly.

I am barely aware of rising up onto my knees, of leaning over her as my lips part, the tip of my tongue dancing out to tease hers. I feel as if I could climb inside her, as if we are bringing together more than mere flesh. The very air around us pulses.

A leg slides over hers, my robe parting as I settle across her lap, bare thighs pressing against her lacey dress. My hands slide upward, cupping her face as I kiss her deeply, hungrily*

 

[Drunken_Angel]

*A moan, soft and needy, passes from my lips to hers. my fingers relax, opening to slide down along the side of her neck. A second hand mirrors the first, my thumbs brushing along the underside of her jaw. My body goes to her willingly, eagerly.

I am barely aware of rising up onto my knees, of leaning over her as my lips part, the tip of my tongue dancing out to tease hers. I feel as if I could climb inside her, as if we are bringing together more than mere flesh. The very air around us pulses.

A leg slides over hers, my robe parting as I settle across her lap, bare thighs pressing against her lacey dress. My hands slide upward, cupping her face as I kiss her deeply, hungrily*

My own hunger rises to match hers, twin voices in a room suddenly alive with energy. I feel myself beginning to sweat and I love it. Her tongue drives me insane, sending tingles all along my skin.

As she slides onto my lap, we are so close, only inches between one body and the next and I find the hand that was behind her head, dropping to the small of her back. I pull us even closer.

"Goddess, I need you" I hear the words rising as I somehow manage to momentarially pull our lips apart.