Moonlight Rendezvous (closed)

[Vailyn]

Something about the way he responded bothered Aria. She wasn't sure what it was but it drew her back downstairs and to look for him. He was dressed again and tense. He was more like the way he was last night but she didn't know why. "We don't have to go to the store. I think I have enough food to last until tomorrow."

She took a chance, put her hand on his arm and said, "You have a choice you know. You don't have to follow me everywhere. The store is just around the corner. And don't worry about the food." She smiled suddenly. "I mean, you're my bodyguard right? Least I can do is to feed you."

 

[DrStein]

Varg looked at her hands on his arm. Typical human. Their society was so arrogant and fat that they had forgotten the meaning of what made them strong once. "No. This is my responsibility. My honor depends on this. I know that doesn't mean anything to humans anymore, but the mystics gave me this job of protecting you. I accepted because I knew it was important. So now where ever you go, I go. I'm not gonna walk away from something this big."

He just stood there and waited for her response. That was probably the most he'd said to her in the day they'd known each other. But it was the one thing in his life he held sacred. He had to make her understand. He knew as much as she did about what was threatening her, but Varg was determined to at least make her understand that this was not an obligation he would turn his back on.

 

[Vailyn]

She looked up into his eyes and felt an moment of camaraderie. When it comes down to it. They both do what needs to be done because they believe in it. Whether driven by a dream, honor, love, responsibility, promise, a mix of it all or something else. Aria had chosen to put aside her dream of being a professional dancer to be there for her Mom. No one made her do it. It was something she had decided for herself. And once she had made that choice, she saw it to the end.

"I didn't mean to insult you, Varg. Since you're stuck with me as my bodyguard, I wanted you to know that we don't always have to do what I want to do. If there's anything you need, please say so. I have my own responsibilities that I have to keep. I hope you understand that. Otherwise, you should have a say in what we do because it's not just about me. Okay? So... is there something you need to do? I do have to be at work by two."

 

[DrStein]

Varg was surprised by how quickly she seemed to understand him. At least, as well as a human ever had. There was much to his culture that she would never understand. There was this much though. He could live with that.

"We need to stop at my place before the store. It's not too far from here." Without another word he moved toward the door.

Once on the motorcycle, Varg told Aria to wear his helmet. She needed it far more than he did. The trip over to his home only took 20 minutes, but it was like traveling to a completely different town. Modern architecture gave way to old Victorian homes in a state of disrepair and neglect. Lawns were weed-choked and poorly trimmed. Broken windows were covered up with plastic and cardboard. What few cars were visible were old and in questionable repair. It was a gloomy place where paranoia and anxiety seemed to have permeated the very air.

They pulled up to a home that must have been lovely at some point, but now was in desperate need of repair. They climbed up onto the porch. Through the dirty window one could a single, seated figure in the living room. Varg let himself in the front door with Aria in tow and tried to head straight for the stairs but was stopped by a voice as soon they passed the living room.

"Varg."

The voice was flat, monotone, lifeless. Varg turned to face a middle-aged man with continental features similar to Vargs. The man's dark hair was receding and going grey at the temples and his eyes were yellow like Varg's when he got emotional. "Uncle Leo," Varg grumbled in response.

"This is the young woman you are to protect." Leo's voice was always that same, uncanny monotone. There was nothing behind it. It wasn't even possible to tell if that was a statement or a question.

"She is."

"Why did you bring her here?"

Varg hesitated before answering, "My cover was blown."

"Very smooth," came a different voice from the next room. In walked a tall, shapely brunette with a man taller than Varg with Scandinavian features and a large scar on his throat.

"Wasn't my damn fault," Varg snapped. "She was grabbed by a wendigo."

"As excuses go, that's more plausible," the woman said. "You can't smell it, it can get the drop on you."

The man with the scar took a pad and pen out of his pocket and scribbled something down, handing it to the woman. She read aloud, "Severin says, 'He's telling the truth. He'd be yelling at us now if it actually was his fault.' Good point."

Varg responded with a sneer and a middle finger. "Point is, I'm staying with her for a while until we get a better idea what we're in for."

 

[Vailyn]

Aria was surprised when they left the city and drove into the suburbs. It's been a while since she's traveled anywhere that had long stretches of woods without buildings dominating the landscape.

Varg parked in an overgrown yard of a time worn house that could have used a touch up or dozen. There was a feeling of apprehension and a watchful tickling at the back of her neck that made her want to stay away. Perfect place for a haunted house on Halloween. Aria grinned at the idea but she didn't know if Varg would appreciate her sense of humor. She followed him into the house and almost walked into him when he stopped abruptly. There was someone there. In fact, there were several people there.

She kept quiet as the odd, stilted conversation enveloped Varg. It seemed as he was carved from stone and sharpened on anger. Aria kept silent during the conversation but started to feel irate with the people who seemed to be Varg's family as they questioned him. She had not planned to say anything but the words came out anyway.

"He saved me! He saved me from the attack and tended my wounds." Suddenly the center of attention, Aria unconsciously stepped closer to Varg. "He saved me and kept his word. He didn't do anything wrong." she said with a stubborn upturn of her chin.

 

[DrStein]

"You are not expected to understand, child," Leo droned. "Varg must be held to a higher standard. We cannot tolerate his moody bullshit."

"Will you fuck off?" Varg snapped back. "I'm just here to get some of my stuff." He turned on his heel and grabbed Aria's wrist, dragging her out of the room and up the stairs. The woman called to him, but he didn't respond.

Varg's room was reflective of the dilapidation of the house in general. His clothes were kept in a garbage bag. There was no bed, only a mattress on the floor. A few motorcycle magazines were scattered around the floor. An old, battered CD player with a collection of metal albums in a milk crate was the sign of any gadgets in the room. A bong sat on the floor by the mattress and next to it was the only decoration in the house: a single photograph in a beat-up frame. The picture showed a boy no older than 6 on the same porch that Varg and Aria had been on moments ago. Behind him were a man and a woman. The man had the same continental looks as Varg, but a sterner face. His hair formed a sharp widow's peak and his goatee made him look positively satanic. The woman was fair-skinned and redheaded. There was a quiet intensity to her, but nowhere as obvious as the man's.

Varg began packing what he could into the trash bag with his clothes.

 

[Vailyn]

Varg held her a little too hard and bruised her wrist but she didn't complain. He seemed like a powder keg ready to explode. Even if she had any words to say, they dried up when she saw his room. It wasn't really fit for anyone to live in. It looked like a place that a runaway would hole up in because they had no other place to go.

Absently rubbing her injured wrist, Aria looked around. "Do you want to bring your music? You can play them at my place if you want..."

Aria bent down to take a look at the photo. The little boy in the picture looked like a miniature version of Varg but that little guy had a grin full of mischief. She glanced at Varg with a slight smile. "You were a cute kid." She picked up the frame and handed it to him. "They're wrong about you, you know. You saved me from that thing. Without you, I'd be dead. I-I trust you."

She stuffed her hands into her pockets and hissed when she put the wrong pressure on her wrist. "I'm ready to go when you are."

 

[DrStein]

Varg grunted a thank you at Aria as he tossed the stereo into the bag and the bond in the crate with the CDs. When she mentioned the picture he tensed up. He was about to snap at her not to touch it when she unexpectedly placed it in his hands and told him of her trust.

His lips parted slightly, but no sound came out. He wasn't used to this. He associated this room, this house with nothing but pain and regret. What if he were to leave it? Where would he go? The questions quickly became too many and he had to shake them off, but the image of leaving his family behind was now entrenched firmly in his brain. What if he really didn't need them?

He wrapped the picture up in some old T-shirts and stuffed it into the bag. He didn't want to take a chance on Leo seeing it. If the creepy son of a bitch brought up Varg's father, and he almost certainly would, that would be all it take for Varg to lose his temper again. "Come on." He took Aria's wrist again, not seeing the bruise he created earlier. He handed her the milk crate and started leading her out of the house. Leo and the woman gave one more attempt at stopping him, but the two of them just sailed right out of the house.

"We need to visit a neighbor. This shit isn't gonna fit on my bike."

 

[Vailyn]

Even with her natural grace and years of dance training, Aria had to work to keep her balance as Varg dragged her out of the house. She managed to nod at the people in the living room before they burst into the sunlight.

She felt a little like a leashed puppy as Varg pulled her along with him. His long legs ate up the distance with ease but Aria had to jog a bit to keep up. Especially if she wanted to keep her wrist attached to her hand.

"Varg, I think you need a nickname. How about Heracles? You're really strong, ya know?" Aria teased him lightly.

 

[DrStein]

Varg stopped when she told the joke. His eyes had flashed yellow and he turned to Aria with a scowl. He opened his mouth to speak, but stopped himself. He was still holding her wrist, and now he could see the bruise he had created. Then he recalled her words moments ago: "I trust you."

His eyes changed back to normal and his expression deflated, creating what had quite possibly been the first moment in years where Varg looked as vulnerable as he felt. "I..." He trailed off almost instantly. He cleared his throat to try again. He wouldn't blame her for knowing nothing of his culture. Not this time. He needed to swallow his pride and explain it.

"I'd prefer Varg. My father named me... When I was conceived the mystics foretold that I'd be the strongest fighter of my generation. My father was big on tradition, so he named me Varg. It's Norwegian... and it means "wolf." My father believed I would be pure wolf. A legend... I just... really don't want a nickname."

He hadn't spoken of his father in 10 years. Varg just stood there, not sure if he was going numb or if it was just the feeling of trying to bottle it all back up again.

 

[Vailyn]

The warmth Aria felt in her heart when she saw the photo grew as she listened and watched Varg speak. She could see inside him for a little while and she felt honored to be someone he could be, well, himself.

"Varg is a great name. How about Varg the Wolf?" She tilted her head to the side as she gazed at him with cheerful brown eyes and smile. "You are the strongest man I know. You're strong, swift and very fierce! The way your hair falls, the arch of your brows, firm lips and strong jaw--strong as a wolf! Varg, my savior."

Aria leaned closer to Varg, mischief and truth shining in her eyes. She was so close that she had to tilt her head back in order to see him clearly. "Did you know that you're eyes change into a really cool gold color? You become more wild but I can't help but feel excited when I see them change. They're--don't laugh! They're beautiful."

 

[DrStein]

He would have to be dead not to get the signals she was sending at this point. But he suddenly became very aware that they were standing in the open and he still had a job to do. He scented the wind and relaxed. Nothing out of the ordinary. "Hold that thought until we get back," he said to Aria. "This isn't the right place."

Varg took them to a neighor's house, who agreed to give them a lift back ot Aria's place using his pickup truck. The loaded Varg's stuff onto the truck bed and hitched the bike on and headed back.

When they got in the door, Varg put his stuff down and immediately stripped out of his jacket and shirt. "We've still got time before you got those classes." There was a change in his voice, his demeanor. His eyes were gleaming slightly and a bulge in his pants was now visible. The hairs on his shoulders and neck were standing up like on a dog. His gaze was hot and intense. Apparently he had read the signals in a very specific way.

 

[Vailyn]

The question Aria was about to ask Varg died on her lips as she turned to see him strip off his jacket and shirt. It was the first time she really saw his chest in the naked light of day. He has a powerful body of taunt muscles and sleek lines that were marked by several scars. Her gaze traveled down his body and watched like a deer in headlights as she saw his arousal grow to press firmly against his pants. Heat sizzled like a lightning flash through her body and settled on her breasts and low below her belly. Her mouth dried, heart began to thunder and she could only hear her pulse. She gulped.

With dazed brown eyes, she whispered, "Varg?"

 

[DrStein]

Varg lifted a brow at her reaction and some of the heat in his eyes faded. "Don't tell me you're having second thoughts." Wouldn't that just make sense? First time in how long he gets to blow off some steam and the girl gets cold feet at the last second. He sniffed the air cautiously. He could smell the beginnings of her arousal. But dammit he was still so bad at reading people.

Varg took a couple steps closer and put his hands to the wall on either side of Aria. She had very little room between him and the wall. "What do you want?" he asked as softly as he could.

 

[Vailyn]

"Second thoughts?" she parroted as her space narrowed into the small confines of Varg's body. He was so close that she could see his pulse beating in his throat, the cords tense in his arms, the way his chest muscles flexed his scars and smell a husky, wild scent that was Varg.

Aria's breathing quickened with her riotous heartbeat. "...want?" she repeated like an airhead. She licked her lips and gazed up to look at his lips. A soft sound exhaled from her throat. Her hands moved of their own volition. One hand traced the large wicked scar along his chest and abdomen. The other hand touched Varg's hair. It felt very soft and thick. She pushed up the wall onto her tip toes but it wasn't enough. Reluctantly, Aria lifted her hands up to Varg's shoulders and used them to pull herself closer to his face.

"I... I want you, Varg. I want you." she whispered against his lips.

 

[DrStein]

Varg needed no further urging. He crashed his mouth down onto Aria's in a forceful kiss. He pressed her body flush against the wall for a moment before he drew back and picked her up and over his shoulder. He carried her like she weighed nothing and dropped her onto the ouch. Immediately his hands started stripping her. Each new expose flesh he licked or nipped as if tasting her.

When he got to her bra just ripped it off of her. He climbed on top of her and his hands and mouth set to exploring her breasts and nipples.

 

[Vailyn]

Aria didn't have time to breath or respond as kissed her forcefully in a bruising kiss. She whimpered in a haze of tangling desire and pain as Varg threw her onto his shoulder. Silent shrieks of pain spread through her guts from her wounds. Just as she was able to calm herself, she found herself thrown onto the couch and actually bounced a bit. There was no time for words as he yanked her clothes off, ripped open her bra in his hectic need and tasted the skin he has claimed.

Before she knew it, Varg covered her body, settled in between her naked legs and began to feast on her breasts, nipping on her tightly pebbled nipples and sucking hard on the firm, soft mounds. Aria's fingers tangled in Varg's hair and held him close as her back arched. Every sensation swirled together into a mix that could not be torn apart: Varg's strength, his hard body against her own petite form, their thundering hearts, his hungry growls, her mewling gasps, twinges from her cuts, desire flooding her very bones and gathering wet need.

She tugged on his hair to get his attention. He lifted his eyes to hers as he sucked hard on her nipple and she felt each tug deep within her womb. She stared in wonder as his golden eyes burned into hers. Aria pulled harder on his hair, forcing him to release her breast with a wet pop of sound, and bring his face up to hers. Aria held his wild golden gaze as she kissed him lightly between the words she whispered.

"I (kiss) want you. You (kiss) have me. (kiss) Please, (kiss) be (kiss) gentle. (kiss) Take your (kiss) time. (kiss) Cause (kiss) you (kiss) are (kiss) my first."

Aria wrapped her arms and legs around Varg's shoulders and hips. She closed her eyes and drowned in a thousand sensations as she gave herself to Varg with a passionate kiss, nipping his lip, licking him, suckling and giving him her mouth.

 

[DrStein]

She was a virgin. Meaning he'd have to prepare her. Varg didn't have a lot of experience, but he did know that there was no way she'd enjoy it if he just rammed his cock in now and hammered away.

He broke from the kiss and stripped the last of her clothes from her body, leaving only the bandages. His mouth went straight to her pussy, lapping at her sensitive folds and seeking out her clit. His hands kept spread her legs and took hold of her behind the knees. She wouldn't be able to move away unless he allowed her to. He would make her cum once. Then she'd be more ready for him.

 

[Vailyn]

Aria didn't know what to do as Varg stripped off the rest of her clothes, spread her thighs wide and held her legs up over his shoulders as his head lowered to lick, nibble, suck and kiss her bright pink lips. Her lower muscles clenched. Her hips arching into his touch as she grew wet with growing desire. Her small hands fisted, fingers sank into the couch as the tension grew in unceasing waves and settled to clasp his head closer to her arching, rocking hips as he relentlessly licked, teased and suckled on every hypersensitive dip, fold, crease and trembling nub of her swollen flesh.

She didn't know that she was crying out in whimpers and drawn out moans, wordlessly pleading for something that his touch raced her towards. Aria's back arched in a graceful half circle with only the back of her head pressed on the couch arm, her feet pressing into Varg's back and hips rolling in needy rocking circles against his conquering tongue and lips.

 

[DrStein]

She was close. Varg's nose was filled with the scent of her arousal and his eyes were gleaming yellow with lust and a barely restrained intensity. His hands grabbed her hips, forcing her harder against his probing tongue. He drew his lips back and scraped his teeth along her clit, curious to see what that would do to her. His first time had been with another werewolf. She fought struggled with him for dominance, determined to have as much control as him if not more. That was exciting in its own way, but Aria let him control her. She lay there moaning and crying out, and every noise she made only aroused him further. His erection was straining painfully against his jeans at this point, but he kept reminding himself that she would be ready for him after she came the first time.

 

[Vailyn]

When Varg's teeth scrapped against her, it seemed as if Aria's whole body convulsed, lifting her up away from the couch and her small round bottom the only connection to the couch. Her toned abs contracted as waves of need flooded her body. Her strong legs pressed down on his back and drew her closer. Blind hands sank into Varg's dark hair and grasped for purchase. Lost in the touch of his mouth, Aria helplessly cried out as lightning streaks of pleasure unbound from her core.

"Uhhhh! Varg! Varg!" she cried out his name helplessly.

 

[DrStein]

Varg feasted on her juices as she came. As soon as her orgasm stopped, she only had a moment's relief. Varg pushed her legs off his back, stripped out of his remaining clothes and once more spread her legs. He lined up his throbbing cock with her pussy and buried himself in her up to the hilt. Her virginity offered little resistance. His urge was to roughly fuck her, but he could tell from the way she writhed that she needed to recover from the shock of him taking her maidenhood. He reached a hand down and kneaded her breast, thumbing her nipple. He waited with threadbare patience for her to recover, his breath coming out in soft growls.

 

[Vailyn]

The loss of heat when Varg moved away clashed with the waning shudders as her body rippled in reaction to the unexpected physical explosion and tender twinges from her wounds. There was no room for thought before he returned, swept her legs wide and thrust into her pulsating wet tunnel. Shock and a burst of pain glazed her eyes for long moments. Slowly, she grew aware of an immense fullness wedged inside her. She could feel it beating against her untried, tight passage with a beat of it's own. She could feel sweat pooling on their skin where they were pressed together. Her fingers were digging into his arms and she felt him trembling to stay still. She could hear his harsh breathes, her own mewling whispers, and then she saw his eyes.

Varg's beautiful, wicked, golden eyes glowed with barely leashed violent desire.

Aria's hands stroked up and down his arms and settled around his neck. "I'm here, Varg. Be here with me." Her hips instinctively lurched against him and her tight walls pulsed along his throbbing length. "Make love to me."

She pulled his face down to kiss him as she stared into those golden eyes. "Please be gentle. Varg the Wolf, I want you. I want you." Aria kissed him slowly and filled it with all of her passion that she's feeling. She didn't expect to feel like this. This mix of tenderness, need to comfort, protect and overwhelming physical sensations that touched her heart. She didn't expect Varg. He plucked her emotions. He touched her body. It was her choice. And she wanted him. Now.

 

[DrStein]

As soon as she stopped speaking, he pulled back and thrust deep into her again. She had asked him to be gentle, but he had little to compare it to. There was no gentleness or tenderness in his life. All he could do was keep a slower rhythm, though no less intense than if he had just fucked her like it would be his last time.

With each powerful thrust in Varg let out a gravelly grunt. His long hair rippled and hung about his head, arms and shoulders in a dark curtain. His hands grabbed her breasts, firmly squeezing and kneading them. His mind was hazing over with pleasure.

 

[Vailyn]

Aria's body struggled and yielded to adjust to Varg's hardness invading lunges inside her. Her legs curled over his hips and held on tight as he moved powerfully against her. Each thrust pushing her into the couch and forcing a gasp from her throat. His hair fell like a veil over her and she felt lost in the blind passion.

The feel of his hands swamped her nerve endings with layers of sensations that caused her tender passage to tighten hard and then pulse in waves of cascading shudders that filled her from her head to toes. She cried out his name as her hips thrust upwards to meet his. Her back arching, breasts full and wanting, and cries of need escaped between needy gasps.