Daydream_weaver's Refuge

[Daydream_weaver]

*My hands outline her form, moving slowly, relishing the feel of her skin, of being alowed to touch. My lips press to her shoulder sliding like a breath of wind to the curve of her neck, tongue tip flicking out for a stolen taste*

Oh yes...time together is definitely needed...

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Capturing your mouth, slowly, thoroughly, a delicate process. One to be savored, enjoyed. I can feel you beneath me and it makes me hungry...ravenous. I feel starved for you and I want so much to wallow in your flesh...to reclaim you, mark you...make you understand just how much I have missed and needed YOU...no time though...no time.

I shall be back on Friday but maybe you will bless me with a voice or something...before then? a hopeful smile...another slow lingering kiss...

 

[Daydream_weaver]

*sighing into your mouth I surrender to your kisses, lips soft and welcoming. Hands slide up into your hair knowing I have to let you go, but so reluctant for this brief time to end*

...I would like to hear you laugh again, to just talk for a while *smiling against your lips*

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

pulling you as tight as I can, murmuring into your ear...

Have to go...don't want to...have to. Miss you. Text me or something, please. Been lonely for you...and I don't like it...at all.

Stands up, pulling you with me...holding on tightly...

Leaving sweet Muse...find me soon, please. Don't make me have to find you all the time. It could be...a low warning growl a very bad thing...do you understand?

 

[Daydream_weaver]

*nodding I brush fingertips over a satin cheek, letting them hover over her lips...lips I can't resist tasting once more. A soft, sweet kiss filled with longing*

I understand. I will find you...and I will be missing you, already am.

 

[Daydream_weaver]

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*With a soft sigh and a pleased smile make my way back toward the cabin. A whisper has discarded clothing, and a few extra bits, fading to a streaming mist that I send ahead. I ponder for a moment what to do with a certain dragon and his video equipment then laugh and spick up my pace.

The night breeze curls around my body as I skip up onto the decking and sweep through the double doors. Warm candle light greets me, the cabin whispering a welcome. I slip into the alcove and pull a long silk robe around my nearly bare body before padding into the kitchen.

A mug of hot chocolate seems to be in order to finish off the evening*

 

[Drunken_Angel]

The chocolate pulls me. Not quite cookie chocolate, not quite solid. Warm, liquid, but still undeniably, irrefutably, chocolate.

Summoned. A knock.

 

[Daydream_weaver]

*Setting the pot of warmed milk aside I set out another mug and stroll toward the door. It opens as I approach and I smile to see my favorite fey. I hold my hands out toward her, welcoming her inside*

You are just in time for a relaxing cup of hot chocolate before bed...

 

[Drunken_Angel]

You are just in time for a relaxing cup of hot chocolate before bed...

"The sweetest words EVER!" I take Weaver's hands and brush my cheek against hers, first one side and then the next in our people's traditional greeting. I let her lead me toward the relaxing delicious scent.

"I haven't seen you in a day or so. You've been well?"

 

[Daydream_weaver]

Well enough...busy and yet strangely unproductive. A bit frustrating.

*laughing softly I swing our joined hands above and around her head twirling her as if in a dance, spinning her toward the sofa

Be comfortable and I will be right back...

*I glide back to the kitchen on silent bare feet and finish brewing my own blend of chocolate goodness. Filling the two mugs with rich dark sweetness I carry them to the sitting area and offer Angel her choice*

 

[Drunken_Angel]

Laughing with the delicious twirl, I keep going in circles, even after being released, making a figure eight toward the couch. Collapsing into pleasant vertigo, I grin as a cup is suddenly before me and two hand eagerly wrap around one.

 

[Daydream_weaver]

*Snuggling down into the sofa I tuck my feet beneath me and turn toward my friend. My fingers are curled around my steaming mug, the sting of heat pleasant on my palms as I bring it close to my face and blow softly across the surface of the hot liquid*

What mischief and mayhem have you been up to since we last met?

 

[Drunken_Angel]

*Snuggling down into the sofa I tuck my feet beneath me and turn toward my friend. My fingers are curled around my steaming mug, the sting of heat pleasant on my palms as I bring it close to my face and blow softly across the surface of the hot liquid*

What mischief and mayhem have you been up to since we last met?

Angels curved lips line the edge of her mug, chocolate's aroma rising into her senses, playing a sweat playful tune. The melody only brightens as the first of it hits her tongue. Feet pulled up similarly to Weaver she watches the woman taking her first sip.

"Me? Mischievousness? Nothing actually. Aus seems to have forgotten about my infractions and I dont dare cause another. I'm limiting my fun to cookies at the moment. "

 

[Daydream_weaver]

Mm...yes...must be careful not to endanger any more of your lovely shoes. Although, she could be waiting until you are feeling safe again before she pounces...but then that could just be me.

*Grinning wickedly I take a sip of rich chocolate, my eyes closing in pleasure as it fills my mouth and warms my throat. The tip of my tongue, small and pink, slips out to catch a minute bit of sweet liquid on my upper lip*

 

[Drunken_Angel]

Mm...yes...must be careful not to endanger any more of your lovely shoes. Although, she could be waiting until you are feeling safe again before she pounces...but then that could just be me.

*Grinning wickedly I take a sip of rich chocolate, my eyes closing in pleasure as it fills my mouth and warms my throat. The tip of my tongue, small and pink, slips out to catch a minute bit of sweet liquid on my upper lip*

I let the chocolate enter me, fill me, complete me. Its essence entering not just my form, but also my spirit. I find myself swimming in luxury. Oh to be a fey.

A flash of pink, my eyes on her lips, I shift subtly forward in a brief surge of desire. Eyes flash up, meeting Weavers, but it is late.

Instead I sit back against the couch, playing with words, watching them pass from one mouth to another, marking time.

"Our last night together.... it was really nice, Weaver. I.. was wondering if you.. if you wanted to repeat it."

 

[Daydream_weaver]

*Gazing at her through the steam drifting up from my mug I can feel her energy shifting from innocent pleasure to darkening desire, one craving bleeding into the other. The corners of my mouth twitch, almost curling into a grin as I bring my mug to my lips to drink again. My head tilts back, chin lifting almost imperceptibly as I slowly swallow. The muscles of my throat move beneath pale skin.

I catch her eyes, holding her gaze captive as I reach out and brush her bottom lip with the pad of my thumb as if wiping a drop of chocolate from it...a pretense, an excuse to touch.

I quite enjoyed our evening...and I think it definitely bears repeating.

 

[Drunken_Angel]

*Gazing at her through the steam drifting up from my mug I can feel her energy shifting from innocent pleasure to darkening desire, one craving bleeding into the other. The corners of my mouth twitch, almost curling into a grin as I bring my mug to my lips to drink again. My head tilts back, chin lifting almost imperceptibly as I slowly swallow. The muscles of my throat move beneath pale skin.

I catch her eyes, holding her gaze captive as I reach out and brush her bottom lip with the pad of my thumb as if wiping a drop of chocolate from it...a pretense, an excuse to touch.

I quite enjoyed our evening...and I think it definitely bears repeating.

Captive. Every little action, every glance holds me here. From the tingle on my lip as the ridges of her thumbprint draw along cocoa warmed skin to the rise and fall of her throat as she swallows.

Pretext. We do not need it and yet we use it, a tool, a toy. A way to pretend that we are not already touching each other in so many ways. Teasing... no.... more genuine than that. Words escape me.

I take another sip, swirling it around my tongue as I do, and when I glance up, meet her eyes over the rim of my cup, I know that any distance is naught but illusion.

That, and my foot has slid noticeably closer to her leg.

 

[Daydream_weaver]

*A slight nod and a warm smile. I know...I feel...something draws us together. An unseen thread, light and dark entwined. It pulls us, binds us*

We will have our time, my Angel...we will make it so.

For now though I need rest. Will you stay with me? Hold me until I sleep?

 

[Drunken_Angel]

*A slight nod and a warm smile. I know...I feel...something draws us together. An unseen thread, light and dark entwined. It pulls us, binds us*

We will have our time, my Angel...we will make it so.

For now though I need rest. Will you stay with me? Hold me until I sleep?

Angel lets her legs slide off the couch, finding solid floor almost as an afterthought. She rises "I would be honored, though I cannot say I will awaken in time to return home. May I stay over?"

 

[Daydream_weaver]

*Reaching for her hand I lead Angel to the alcove. The quilt on the bed has been drawn back, the sheets fresh and cool and inviting. A tug frees the belt of my robe and I shrug it from my shoulders to drape it over the nearby chair. I slip into the bed and watch her with sleepy eyes*

yes, please stay...sleeping is so much nicer when done with a friend

 

[Drunken_Angel]

*Reaching for her hand I lead Angel to the alcove. The quilt on the bed has been drawn back, the sheets fresh and cool and inviting. A tug frees the belt of my robe and I shrug it from my shoulders to drape it over the nearby chair. I slip into the bed and watch her with sleepy eyes*

yes, please stay...sleeping is so much nicer when done with a friend

Angel shrugs and her clothes turn into so much mist. Free as the day she was born, the soft light of the room plays across her skin like so much silk. Smiling, I climb in beside Weaver and pull my body next to hers, melting together as if we were cut from the very same cloth.

"Good night my friend, I will ask my Lady to guide your dreams tonight"

A soft kiss, a nuzzle and then slowing breath.

 

[Daydream_weaver]

*snuggling close I rest my cheek upon her shoulder, my eyes already drifting shut*

Good night, my Angel...sleep sweet

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Small wolf trots through the woods, carrying a small parcel in her mouth. It is wrapped in plain brown paper, a gift tag with Weaver affixed to the top. The wolf drops the package on the front porch, a happy wolven grin shown before she disappears into the woods surrounding the cottage.

The package contain a small silver chain. There is a tag attached...a dog tag...engraved with the words: MY Muse...a letter is folded beneath the delicate little piece of jewelry...only a few words in dark blue ink.

My Muse...

My hope is you will wear this and think of me. I miss you...as always~Luna

 

[dragonrazor]

*follows Luna in, carrying large amounts of cake*

 

[Daydream_weaver]

*Breathing a soft sigh of regret my eyes scan the woods in vain hope of catching a glimpse of my Wolf. I turn to Raven with a sad smile and point him toward the kitchen*

What sweet temptation have you brought today, my friend?

*Stepping into the alcove I pause before the full length mirror, my fingers distpatching the wrapping and spilling the fine silver chain into my palm. Eagerly I slip it around my neck, the tag nestling between my breasts. I step closer to the mirror, taking in my reflection and how the chain looks against my skin. My fingers brush over the tag thoughtfully, a whimsical smile playing across my lips*