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Post by Ventia on Jul 2, 2017 4:00:08 GMT -5
Atsila's fingers brushed down from his chin down the length of his beard. Fingers weakly stroking the ends and feeling his skin underneath. He felt wonderful. She sighed as thousands of little tingles danced and sang along her skin as she laid on him. It was similar to lying on a mountain top with the rock underneath warm from the sun's stare. It left her body all warm and happy.
Such a strange feeling.
His growl sent a jolt of pleasure straight down her body. Her mind was still foggy and she couldn't really understand why he had growl. Just that she had enjoyed it immensely. "P..proud?" She had to think about what he actually said which was why it sounded more like a question than a statement. "I don't under-"
Atsila felt her equilibrium being tossed upside down. She felt her mind break. What was this man doing? Atsila couldn't help the breath of air she took in, unable to resist the whatever it was that he had on her. She wanted to fight with him about this. Wanted to but actually not really. Her lips were happily shut as he brought them vertical.
"Crazy? Me?" Atsila had to force herself for her voice to be loud enough for him to hear. "Yes. Yes. I am crazy. Crazy for randomly helping a wolf that I don't even know. For using my magic when I hadn't touched it..for this." She pressed against him once they fell on the bed, curling one leg between one of his, and wrapping one hand around his side, just lazily brushing his back with her fingers.
She slid her foot under the covers, lifting her body up until she brought a large part of the comforter around her and half of him. Then, she wiggled herself until she was tuck in his body.
"Crazy." She muttered, her eyes closing. Atsila pressed her lips to his collarbone and felt something pass over her. Unlike anything else.
It took her a moment to even understand what the feeling was. Because she had never really felt it before.
She felt safe.
Atsila breathed out, feeling arms close around her more firmly, bringing her closer. Her mind still foggy, her body now lost all of its strength, in all accounts she was more vulnerable than a newborn babe and yet she had never felt more safe.
Ah shit.
Atsila felt her mind shutting off...felt the tingles...felt his breath against her crown, felt the warmth seeping deep into her bones. Sleep was approaching. Faster than it had ever come before. She wasn't sure what she was doing but she was so tired that she couldn't even bring it in herself to question it. Or even think too much on it.
She just...she let him hold her.
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Jewel
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Post by Jewel on Jul 3, 2017 0:40:30 GMT -5
"Crazy."
That was all he said on the matter. All he could say, really. But Atsila would have been able to understand that he agreed with her. Even though he was thankful that she released him, she had siphoned her energy to break that spell. Lark shouldn't care. At least, not that much. Yet, he did, and it showed how close he held her.
As she slept, he let himself relax. Relax, and wonder what on earth he allowed himself get into. His head was heavy with all the hair he had drapped across the pillow that he wasn't even using. Her hair covered the parts of his body she didn't cover with the blanket. He let his eyes travelled down the length of her dark brown hair. While he was the animal, her braids were such a dark gray. He brushed his fingers through the wet locks, squeezing so hard that he watched the water dripped from his fingers to drop on the blanket covering her.
He was really getting tired of the memories that pressed into his mind, unwanted and definitely unplanned. There was a scene that popped up, that of another head of dark hair, this one a rich black that reminded him of the most fertile soil. Ethel. He didn't understand why, but the name that came with the dark-haired, dark-skinned girl had him livid.
Breathe. And he did, paying more attention to the tingles - that was the only way to describe it - Atsila made him feel and the way her head bobbed up and down with his inhales and exhales. He didn't know how long he stayed like that, one of his arms still wrapped around her waist, breath stirring the drying strands at the top of her head. Somehow, he fell asleep - the easiest sleep he's ever had. No errant memories. A dreamless rest. He was thankful. When he woke, he woke slowly, peace settling over him.
Until he realized how light his chest felt. Atsila was not on top of him.
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Post by Ventia on Jul 3, 2017 1:22:22 GMT -5
She wasn't.
In fact, she had risen around dawn so that she could be one of the early customers of the townspeople's shops. After all, Atsila wanted to get out of the town while it was still early. Her cloak shield her from the dawn's mist as she moved from shop to shop.
Grabbing necessities for the upcoming days-smoked strips of jerky, dried fruits, fresh fruits, some cans of soups, along with new clothes for the man she left naked in bed. The thought of her Mr. Wolf made her think back to the morning.
Atsila could still feel the incredible warmth that she woke up with. Completely nude and tucked in the curve of his side. She woke up with her body half draped on top of it, her body warm and soft. Her first movements had been curling her leg tighter around his waist, pressing her chest into his shoulder so that her face was pressed into his. Her lips had kissed his ear as she rubbed herself on him. When she was about to bite his earlobe was when she realized just exactly she was doing.
And what he was doing.
Atsila wiggled out of his embrace without so much as making a sound. She took the time to cover him after checking him out (really it was more because she didn't want some one else to accidentally sneak a glance at him). Another person seeing the strong yet vulnerable just didn't bode well with her.
It was as if she were being territorial-which she was. Being a dominant wolf like herself, Atsila couldn't ignore the natural possessiveness that came along with being a shifter. Especially when it came to a certain ginger.
So she went out, grabbing breakfast and clothes so to say, along with some other junk. It was a few minutes after he woke up when she was slowly entering the apartment once more.
Her eyes automatically went over to the bedroom where she could see him awake. Hell. She could sense him awake. Atsila rubbed her tongue along her teeth.
"You hungry?" Her voice was a bit hoarse, as if suddenly her mouth went dry. "Also, got you clothes." She made small talk as she closed the door with her hip, moving across the small empty space and then setting all the bags down on the tiny table. She draped the clothes on the back of the chair, leaving it there for him and then dropped the pair of boots she had for him on the floor. There were socks with the clothes along with a boxer of deep blue. She liked the color. It had reminded her of the intensity of his cool gaze.
She had almost bought him other things-jewelry and bands for his hand, she had even found a feather that almost matched the one in her own hair but she didnt. Why should she? Atsila only did that with lovers and well he wasn't a lover. Even though she wanted him. Atsila never wanted anyone as bad as she wanted that roguish wolf.
But Atsila stayed in the living room, going through the items until she found the fresh grapes she had gotten earlier. Food.
"We have to leave, so come eat, get dressed, and we're off."
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Jewel
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Post by Jewel on Jul 3, 2017 23:17:30 GMT -5
Lark propped himself up on his elbow, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. Then he looked around, mostly searching (futilely) for Atsila. But a part of him was awed at the color of his vision that came only in this form. As he took in the scent of cinnamon that surrounded him lovingly - which was a scary true way to describe it - he took in the dark brown water stain on the ceiling; the cream color of the comforter that was tucked around him tightly; and the rose pigment that was his hair. He pinned his glare on a lock that dared to get in the way of his perusal of the shabby appartment.
In the second minute that she was gone, he dismissed his homely surroundings and let his thoughts focus on Atsila. Where was she? What was she doing? How long was she gone? Worry started to nag him, creeping into his veins like ice. Did his mistress find her? Logically, she couldn't put two and two together because Atsila wasn't a local. Mistress wouldn't know her. But with being a wolf for such a long time, logic flew out the window. Left the building. Probably was never coming back.
His head snapped to the door as soon as it opened, light spilling in and growing larger. He watched the shadow of the woman he held last night. The feet that were connected to the shadow. Her legs. All the way to her face. Relief warmed the coldness that his worry placed there. Then something heated it a tad bit more. Anger. Mostly, it was at himself. He was asleep; something could have happened to her and he wouldn't know it. And then, a part of it was because she went out, with his mistress probably searching for him and upset that the spell was broken. She should have not gone out without him.
At the very least, she should have told him where she was going.
There was a slight rustling. The comforter turned aside as he stood. Lark's hand shot out to the wall, for he was not yet used to his human feet. But he was starting to get used to the support. He used the wall to make his way to her, glancing at the clothes that she brought then pinning his focus back on her. For a few seconds, he had to stop using his support. Thankfully, Atsila was close to something he could lean against, effectively pinning her between him and it.
He couldn't help to close his eyes, breathing deeply her scent. Cinnamon. The fire-y tang of the spice suited her. He, truthfully, enjoyed it. "Don't leave again," he commanded in that growl of a voice. Unused. Dusty. "Not ... alone."
It was then he pulled away, using any support he could in order to get to his clothes. He understood that they needed to leave. Eager, really, to leave the place that was full of unhelpful people and his mistress. Instinctively, he caught scent of the food she bought. Followed it to the bag she had close to her. "Beef?" he asked.
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Post by Ventia on Jul 4, 2017 2:04:44 GMT -5
Atsila was practically toasty between the fine fur cloak she wore and the intensity of Lark's gaze. She felt it on her the minute she walked in. Felt the concern. Felt the relief. Felt even the anger. Especially the anger.
Something feminine sizzled in her loins at the emotions that she was picking up from him as easy as stealing candy from a baby. That femininity clenched in want at being back into a corner. Her body pressed against the small wall, the cloak heavy on her shoulders, her chest just inches away from his. Her knee brushing his thigh-dangerously close to his manhood. Her breath by his lips as he growled at her and made demands.
He was lucky he was cute. Atsila stared up at him with hooded glazed over eyes. When his eyes closed and he inhaled her cinnamon scent, she couldn't help but stare. Lark had such beautiful and long dark red eyelashes. If she wasn't so close, she would have thought his to be black. But no, there were highlights of such a beautiful red glow-dark red, that Atsila found her breath escaping. His hair was longer than hers and in desperate need of another run in with conditioner but she loved it either way. The dangerous and messy curls of thick angry red hair. His beard. Atsila didn't think she liked beards but with his, she didn't seem to mind at all.
After all, she was practically rubbing herself over it last night. To say she didn't like it-would be a lie.
His words sent shivers down her spine. She could feel his wolf trying to dominate her. Could feel him trying to make a demand of her. Her wolf side enjoyed it and so did her human side. She could feel herself clenching, could feel her skin becoming sensitive. Could smell the slightly aroused scent filling the space between them. Could hear the spike in her pulse.
Atsila grabbed the back of his hair, her fingers grabbing more than a handful of hair and she pulled him face down to hers. Her long legs pressed and her chest pressed against his amazing body. His hair felt amazing in her hands. She thought softly even as she licked her lips and tightened her grip.
"I'm a big girl Mr. Wolf." She growled, low and dominant, not bowing in to his wolf. Yes, his wolf was way more dominant than her own. She could tell the moment she glimpsed him. Yet, she knew that she didn't need to bow over for him. This was her equal. No matter how old and more dominant he was.
"I can take care of my own ass." She then rubbed her hip against his front. "I can even handle your sexy ass." She loosened the grip on his hair, standing on her toes now so that she could lazily run her free hand against his cheekbone.
"There will be times when I'll have to do my own work. Times when I can't have you around me. You're going to have to deal with that, pumpkin." She let go of his hair completely now and instead, she combed her fingers through it lovingly instead.
"I'll brush this hair of yours once we're on the road. And yep." She dropped down from her tippy toes and twisted so that she was pressed against him and the table. She leaned over, purposely pressing her ass into his groin. She may have even wiggled her hips just a bit as she grabbed the beef jerky from the bags.
Without moving her body, Atsila turned and handed out the beef jerky. Her back was still pressed against his (even if there was a cloak on her, she knew he would still feel the pressure) and there was a knowing curve to her lips.
Blindly, she tapped her free hand around the table until she found the vine of grapes he had made her drop earlier. She pulled a few grapes off, and plopped one into her mouth, her eyes looking into those beautiful angry cold eyes. She didn't know how such cold eyes could leave such a burning sensation to her very core.
She raised a eyebrow in challenge at his expression, feeling her body heat up and hum in excitement.
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Jewel
Healer
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Post by Jewel on Jul 4, 2017 3:58:21 GMT -5
Oh, Lark smelled it all right.
Her arousal was as if someone had poured a whole bottle of that delicious spice he associated with her out on a table, only to drizzle honey on top as if that alone was a dessert. It called to him. Tantalizing, breathtaking, making his mouth water with desire. Maybe he shouldn't feel this way for a complete stranger (and she was a stranger, despite their intimacy last night). He just couldn't help himself. Especially when all of his senses were so tuned to her.
He found himself lifting his upper lip in a snarl, finding her dragging his gaze down to her level both a challenge and attractive in such a way that he wanted to show her who was boss in the most pleasurable of ways. It was his instincts. Wholly and completely responsible for thinking in such a way. His hands tightened into fists against the wall, watching her tongue's path across her lips before shaking his head slightly. Seductress, he wanted to accuse. Whether it was because he couldnt bring himself to, or his vocal cords wouldn't allow it, he wasn't sure. "Lark," he said his name instead, shaking his head again. His own arrousal was rising, in the most inconvenient of times. "Not Mr. Wolf."
If he were able to speak as gracefully as he used to, Atsila would have robbed him of speech. His stomach clenched at the rough material brushing against his front, causing such need to show blatently. He couldn't even step away, for fear of falling down. Instead, he watched Atsila's hands comb through his hair in much the same fashion he did with hers last night. He wanted it shorn off, only leaving just enough so that his head wouldn't be mistaken for an egg. With how much attention Atsila is giving it ... he was ashamed to admit he would deal with the length just for her.
All the more reason to get it short, he said with finality. Especially when Atsila wouldn't listen to him. With her back to him, she couldn't see him think to himself, nodding physically and not just in his mind. Then he hissed, little flames of want fanning larger and larger. He grabbed her waist quickly, partly because if he went down, she would have to as well. But mainly, despite what he would deny here, he wanted to keep her there. Even through her pants, he could feel her bottom's firmness. His throat tightened, not because he didn't know how to pleasure a woman and be pleasured in return (his time being a wolf not withstanding) (he just guessed that a memory had resurfaced without his knowing). What she was doing was playing a dangerous game, he thought as he grabbed the beef jerky only to throw it on the bed behind him
Was her eating grapes supposed to be alluring? If so, it's working. He wanted badly to grab the one she plopped into her mouth with his own. His fingers dug into her hips, pressing himself against her more firmly. He wasn't sure what was wrong with him, but as he growled in acceptance at her challenge, it felt so right.
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Post by Ventia on Jul 8, 2017 15:53:21 GMT -5
Atsila placed her elbows on the table as his fingers digged into her hips. Arousal bubbled over the cup's rim and Atsila tried very hard to keep her mind out of the gutter. They had things to do. People she had to track down and kill and a witch or whatever bitch that was after him.
They couldn't be having a sexual fight over who was more dominate right now.
But she wanted it. Especially when he pressed rougher into her, letting her feel just how hard he was over the material of her clothes. Danger sparked in her eyes, her scent ignited, and her hips wanted to curl up back into his body.
She grabbed another grape, biting into it and swallowing. The coolness of its juice softened up her dry throat. "As fun as this is," Atsila continued, staring at him from a position that they were going to come back to, "we truly need to be on our way, Lark."
She smiled at his name. She hadn't used it before-wasn't sure if it had truly been his name or a pet name the person had given him. She had liked the name but knew all to well what happened when someone called them by something they didn't like.
"Mr. Wolf ain't that bad though. Has a nice ring to it." She straightened then, arching her back but keeping her bottom pressed tightly to his front. She wrapped her arms around his neck, fingers curling into his hair. She pressed them down, feeling his head bowing until she could feel his cheek against hers.
Atsila glanced sideways at him and then kissed his neck. Her tongue slid out of her mouth, massaging his skin, almost as if she was warming it for something.
Then she back off, completely.
Moving towards the bedroom to grab the last remaining things she left in there, Atsila gave Lark a pointed look. "Clothes and food Lark, we have a long way until the next village."
"Once we get there..." was he going to stay with her? There was a possessiveness in his gaze that made her think he wasn't going to leave her. But..hell they were strangers. She'd keep him around long enough until the debt was paid and then... she glanced at his backside and felt a lip curl upwards. Such a nice ass.
Atsila placed the thoughts away and went about grabbing this and that.
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