Sweeter than Heaven
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First thread as mates! Yey! ^^ 300+

Morning light filtered into the large room that the two women shared. The cold from outside slipped into the room through the large windows; winter truly was on their doorstep. Still, the cold could not penetrate through the covers that encompassed the duo of brown Dreamers. Their combined body heat was trapped beneath the covers and kept them nice and toasty warm. Even if they weren't beneath the sheets though, the Marino could not imagine ever feeling cold in this room. It was so full of color and light and life. Most importantly though, it was filled with love. A love that had been cemented moons before. The title hadn't been necessary, but they had both wanted it. They both knew that neither one wanted to spend their life without the other. There was nothing to be ashamed of. Cambria would never shy away from saying that she loved Mati Church with all her heart.


In that hazy state between sleep and wakefulness, the slender fey snuggled closer to her mate. Her scent filled her head, warming her from the inside out. The mottled fur of the other woman was soft beneath her palm, her darker arm draped across her upper stomach. How she had survived so long without Mati was a mystery to her. It was like she had been stumbling around in a dark and dreary world with only occasional bursts of light. When she had realized her true feelings for the Church fey though, the sun had come permanently to light up her life. All the darkness, if not completely gone, was not quite so dark and foreboding. Cambria would be able to make it through, as long as she had the other woman by her side. No such deep thoughts ran through her waking mind right now though. Now, she was perfectly content to simply exist in the presence of this wonderful wolf.

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yayy!!

It was a stirring that she felt, a slight change in the patter of breaths that helped her fall into a world of dreams each night. It woke her slowly and softly, just as it allowed her to slip into sleep. She did not open her eyes, for the need to rest was still pulling at her mind and eyes lids were still too heavy. Every morning was the same, and yet at the same moment they seemed new and different. There was a routine that they had come to, but it was more like an appreciated habit then the bore of the familiar mundane. Mati inhaled deeply, her back nose was rested among the long silk strands of chocolate, and took in the scent she sought each morning. Even if she woke to an empty bed, the fey would roll to the side on which her mate would lay just to feel the heart warming feeling that such a simple thing brought. Her legs moved lazily, stretching slightly and brushing against those of the other woman. Foot-paws moved to cover the smaller ones of her mate and Mati finally opened her eyes.

Blinking away sleep she turned slightly, moving closer into the loose embrace that she was held in. "Good morning..." She said with a tired voice. Mati was not one to wake easily and quickly. Her purple eyes looked at the face of the beautiful Marino and she smiled as she closed her eyes once more. Beneath the blankets she let her hand move up the other's leg lightly and to her stomach and pulled her closer.


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<3!

How she had ever gotten a restful night's sleep before she had moved into Mati's room was beyond her. How had she ever managed to feel comfortable and safe without feeling the Church fey tucked beside her? Routines were never something the Marino had viewed as a negative thing. She much preferred routines to the chaos of not having a plan, though of course random acts of spontaneity didn't turn her off. Cambria just liked having a stable life with things that she could depend on. Ever since they had agreed to become mates, her life had been as stable as a rock and she didn't think that she had ever felt more at peace, not even in her youngest days. She could feel Mati's soft breath on her head and the subtle stretching of her body. The bronze fey's feet moved to cover her own and a smile instantly came to the slender girl's lips.


Cambi breathed in deeply and then sighed, her face nuzzling into the crook of her mate's neck. At the sleepy 'good morning' her tail softly wagged beneath the sheets. "Mmmm, good morning," she replied, equally tired. It was terribly hard to want to get out of bed these days. Not only was it colder outside their covers, but the longer she could stay in their own little world, the happier the Marino was. Her own eyes were still closed, though when Mati's hand moved up her a little chill pricked at her skin and a soft giggle came from her throat. "That tickled." Oceanic orbs opened just a little and her face leaned up to give the other woman a loving lick on her cheek.

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cute!!

With Fall’s passing they came to Mati’s least favorite season. Though she was more then able to find the colors in the snow that had fallen, and in the darkness that settled over the land in the sun’s early setting and the long nights. It was the not enough to counter act the cold that made her shiver, the wind and the ice that made her eyes water and her nose chap. She wished for Spring, for the blossoms and the new grass to tickle her toes. And the warmth.

The female searched for Spring beneath the blankets that shielded them against the cold air of the room around them. Mati let her nose fall into the mane at the shoulders of her mate, the scent of her making her heart melt gently into a pool of fresh April rain. It triggered the memories of the eve before, and then of moments passed. Softly and gently her fingers weaved themselves into the fur the lay perfectly on her flesh, her ears taking in to the heavy words.

She could feel her reaction, then a lighter more awoken tone sharing a light laugh. Mati moved her hand up, running them lightly over her ribs and letting her lips curve into a small knowing smirk.



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cutest ever!

Cambria very much doubted that anyone could claim winter to be their favorite of all the seasons. It was not a good time of the year, especially not from a healer's perspective. All life had to struggle to survive through the frigid moons. Sickness and death conquered life more in the winter than in any other season and this was the first winter she would weather as a practitioner. She had detected no hints of illness in any of her packmates and sincerely hoped that it would stay that way. The Marino was used to only having one patient at a time; what would happen if a large portion of the pack got sick? The chocolate fey brushed these worries from her mind for the moment though. Their bed was not a place where she wanted to dwell on "what ifs" and "maybes". They were there for the moment.


Each movement her mate made that brought them closer together made her heart beat with extra contentment. Mati's nose against her shoulder made a happy tingling rise up her neck. Here it didn't seem like winter at all. That harsh season could not touch them here, could not wrap its chill around their skin. Until the accidental tickle, Cambi could have easily drifted back into sleep but now her mind was more alert and open to the world. The girl had figured after she had said that the touch had tickled, that it would stop. Mati's hands seemed to have a different idea though, and continued the light touches that made her laugh. She was doing it on purpose now! "Mati!" she exclaimed in mock offense. Her slender body squirmed in a small, vain attempt to escape the tickling of her mate's fingers.

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short & sweet

With each movement of her mate against her Mati woke more and more be despite the morning hour and the cold beyond their blankets. Her fingers became a bit faster, moving against her ribs but then up closer to her arms and then done to abdomen. She knew the places that would force the Marino female to laugh and giggle. Though she should have stopped with the call of her name, to be fair to her beloved, Mati continued none the less. She rose from her side, a hand moving to the bed to keep herself propped above the more slender wolfess. She kissed the other's cheek, and for the briefest of moments she paused in her attack. Mati hovered over her face, looking down at her with love in her gaze.

Another smile came to her maw, and she returned to tickling her quickly and without mercy.

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fine with me! SoSuWriMo 251

The tickle assault on her seemed to just be gearing up. Each moment that passed Mati seemed to wake more and her tickling became even more powerful and devious. Her fingers seemed to be everywhere and her ticklish places seemed to be even more sensitive for some reason. The cocoa fey's voice rang out in a constant song of laughter, her sea eyes closed tight against the unstoppable reaction to her mate's finger play. Mati moved, repositioning above her, though she felt this instead of seeing it. A kiss was planted on her cheek and the tickling stopped. Cambria's eyes opened hesitantly to look up at Mati. Was it over? The question didn't have very long to hang in suspension as the attack resumed with renewed vigor.


Tears of laughter pooled at the corner of her eyes and she wiggled and squirmed as her love's fingers dictated. Oh, she was being perfectly rotten! Cambria laughed and laughed and her legs began to kick, inadvertently pulling down the sheets from their bodies. The change in temperature wasn't registered at all though as she was heated enough with all of the tickling and laughing and lamely fighting against Mati's devious poking and prodding. Between giggles she gasped for breath and spoke, "You're awful!" Despite the words, it was clear that not a syllable of them was true. Tickling may not be her favorite thing the bronze woman submitted her to, but she could never think Mati awful. Every inch of her was wonderful.

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There was a sweetness in her laughter, something that Mati wished to hear over and over again. Though she knew that she could not tickle her forever. The Church female was not one to tickle her into submission and until she begged Mati to stop. Her voice spoke, and she knew that what she said was all in fun and her tone was the complete opposite then what they would mean in a different setting. But just as she brought a few more giggles from her mate, the light brown wolfess slowed her assault and laid back against the bed. Her breathing rushed and taken from her by her own laughing and giggles. "No, your awful." She spoke with a sigh, suddenly tired all over again. Of course with a smile on her face.

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SoSuWriMo 209

Cambria was beginning to think she was going to have to beg Mati to stop with her little game of tickle attack. With all of the constant laughing that her mate was making her do, her lungs were beginning to burn a little with their need for more oxygen than they were being allowed to have. Just as she was about to try her hardest to make such a request be known though, the frenzy of fingers against her ticklish spots slowed and finally ceased as the larger wolfess flopped herself back down against the bed beside her. Cambi's chest heaved up and down as her lungs expanded and contracted, taking in that wonderful air they had been denied for the past few minutes. She heard her lover's words, but was unable to respond to them right away.


Finally the Marino was able to prop herself up and she leaned over her mate, smiling brightly. "Awful for what? Not laughing harder so I couldn't breath at all?" she teased before leaning her face down to touch their lips together in a kiss. It was the sweet apology she was claiming for herself. She deserved it after such a ruthless assault. Besides, she knew the Church woman would not object.

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Mati lay against their bed, on her back and sank into the soft mattress. There were not many moments where she thought of the times when the bed had been hers and hers alone. It was in her nature to look to the past, to think of her mistakes and ponder over them with judgment. But she did not want to ever think of a time without the Marino female. No, that was a world away and Dreamer wanted no more then to look forward, with a single woman beside her. The dark chocolate wolfess was her dearest friend, she was her lover and the one she trusted most. There was no other life she would ever rather have but this one. Mati couldn't have been more content.

She laughed as she saw the beautiful face leaned over hers, words teasing and jesting just as she had. Mati kissed her back, deeply though for only a prolonged second. For making me so tired! And I was trying to get up and start the day... She trailed with a fake little huff at the end of her sentence. Violet eyes even participated with a small roll upwards. They returned to look at her sea green, a smile coming back to her face and lips moving forward to steal yet another kiss.


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SoSuWriMo 295

There were things that the Marino knew that she would never be certain of, but her and Mati was not one of those things. At one time she hadn't been sure of it, at the beginning when things had been so shaky and new and almost frightening. Now they had gotten past all that though. They had made their commitment to one another and Cambria knew that the other woman would hold her vows as true she herself would. Nothing would ever be allowed to put a wedge between them. The cocoa fey trusted the female beside her fully and completely. She trusted Mati more than she even trusted herself. Her heart, her very life, was in the other's hands and it didn't scare her at all. In fact she was as calm and at peace as she had ever been.


The kiss was sweet, as they always were, and so full of love. Cambi was always a tad unhappy when they ended, even if it was for a good reason. "Oh yes, I made you tired. My memory seems to play things out a little differently." Mati was a bit better at playing along with her jests, her face able to make the effort to make them seem more real. Cambria couldn't, a smile plastered on her face even as she teased and poked fun at. Another kiss and her tail swept across the sheets a time or two before she leaned the weight of her upper torso against her mate's chest. Her mouth retreated, but not before she gave her love's lips a quick lick. "Maybe we could just spend the day here..." she said wistfully. Would it be so bad, for them to lock themselves away with each other for a day?

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At times when her mind wandered, running away from her like a fresh-minded puppy, she thought of a future that mimicked that of their mothers. Mati did not know how it could happen, but she skipped over that critical component and thought right to the picture of she and Cambria surrounded by a litter of pups. They did not belong to another, no. They were theirs. They were brown, the colors of their Earthen pelts molded and melted together. Eyes all bright like gems and their demeanor just as bright. Maybe one would be white or black like Cambria's parents. Or there may be a timber hued boy that would resemble Anu, though where it came from they would never truly know. Theirs fully and truly, and without question. No matter how and why, they would be theirs...

Her thoughts were in the moment though, as the lithe dark brown woman leaned against her and kissed her lips. Thoughts could not stray when she was so close, when the world came to a halt and Mati's eyes were locked on the sea foam green of her beloved. Your blaming me? She spoke, giving a fake gasping. Her smile returned immediately, her hand going to the wolfess' back in the hopes of holding her closer and in place against her. All day? She asked, thinking about it. Mati was not one to lounge all day long, and neither was Cambria. It was their nature to search for tasks, to fulfill their responsibilities. But Mati loved the idea of simply staying right where they were all day long.

I don't think anyone will come looking for us. She said, smiling as she kissed her once again.

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Derp, I don't know where to go from here, lol XD SoSuWriMo 323

Truth be told, Cambria hadn't given a single thought to becoming a parent. She was too caught up in the honeymoon stage of their relationship to be thinking more into the future aside from knowing that she would love Mati forever and wish to be by her side always. The Marino still felt so young when it came to most things. Even being a big sister was an odd concept to her at times, though she had grown used to it as her little siblings grew and became an integral part of the family and pack. Becoming a mother had never really crossed her mind. She loved pups, but she was so blissfully content with her life right now that there were few things to imagine to make the situation better for her. No matter what their lives threw at them though, as long as they were together, life would be wonderful.


Cambi giggled at her mate's feigned offense. The gasp was a nice touch, she thought. She issued a soft, contented noise as Mati's hand rested on her curved back. The larger fey had no need to worry about space coming between them though, for the cream accented wolf had no desire to be any place but the place she was currently at. Having Mati's hand holding her close though was always nice, always comforting. When her mate questioned her proposal, Cambi merely nodded. She knew it was a little out of character for them, but the idea sounded so appealing that the girl couldn't help but want to break their routine. Hopefully Mati would feel the same way.


A large smile bloomed across her face when the Church woman spoke again and her tail wagged happily. Another kiss, and Cambi couldn't help but to put a little extra passion into this one. A whole day, just to themselves. No one to interrupt their little dream world. It sounded just like heaven.

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wrapped up? and we can start our new one? Big Grin

Mati kissed her back, accepting the heat that was so obviously behind the touch. She was always happy to spend time with her, and she was feeling the need to stay in bed as long as they could. Neither of the females were selfish, both held ranks that were dedicated to the helping of others. But they both needed to have attention lavished on them, both needed to express how they feel before it consumed them. Before they forgot how to.

Time would not always allow for such lazy mornings, nor would it allow for such at ease minds, or for carefree days. Life would sweep over them, a tide of heavy emotions and events that they would have no control over. It was only right that they take the time the world was giving them. Moments to share only happiness and love. Mati pulled away, searching for the sea foam eyes that could so easily make her heart melt. They did as she had expected, catching her in their tide and warming the center of her chest.

No, moments would not always be like this but the Church female would not fear that she would loose this happiness. She lived in the moment, a thing that only Cambria had been able to teach her. She let the feelings sink into her form, like a spring rain slowly sinking through her pelt and touching her skin. It was then that she felt the familiar feeling that told her that she would never love another as she did Cambria.

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