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[html] Word Count :: 337 OOC: he's in optime cause he wants her to feel comfy lol and considering the whole ordeal he'll be going through... There is probably going to be some mature stuff so i'll put it up now and be lazy about it hahahhaa also set for June 5th 
Jiva was happy. He had so much to look forward to. He felt that he was now becoming a big part of the pack, and soon he knew what he wanted to do, but it would take time, hard work, and plenty of perseverance, but right now his mind was on one thing. She was in his thoughts at all times, all hours of the day and in his dreams. Like the dream he was having now. It was a beautiful day, summer and he was running through the grass racing, against what he wasn’t sure, possibly time. In any case he was running and making sure he was the first there. Then something hit him full in the face and he forgot what he was running for. It had to be whatever he was hit by and he looked to see Palaydrian smiling at him. They were now no longer on the ground, but bouncing around in the clouds. He didn’t want to wake up from the dream. He was in far too much bliss.
But some good things had to come to an end. His dream was abruptly ended when he was awoken by another in the den making a sudden noise. His head shot up and he looked around. He was sad he could not go back to the dream but he didn’t have to. Palaydrian was not far off. She had a bed made by him when she had been beaten, it was to keep her from becoming infected further and he wanted to baby the woman. He saw she was still sleeping, but he moved closer to her, he would have gotten breakfast but right now, he just wanted to watch her, and take in her scent... His nose twitched and he eyed her and knew that smell. He gulped and the second the scent came to him, he felt giddy and tried to calm himself by taking in deep breaths. Which was a terrible idea by the young man
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WC :: 550 Weee all of our threads are mature now haha! She is still in optime to heal and probably won’t be able to shift back until next month. This is the 1st day of her 3rd heat cycle. A bandage is still wrapped around her ribs, her wrists are no longer wrapped but the bruised hand prints are more visible and the rope burns are scabbed over. The poultice on her neck and inner thigh are still in place. Various cuts on her body are now scabbed lines, swelling in her face is gone except for around her right eye. Bruising is still a collage of purples, deep reds, and greens in her face on the right side. June 5th, aka two days after writing thread and 6 days after the attack, for clarification.
She was basking in the sun, laying in a field full of flowers and braiding a swathe of grass to make a bracelet for Jiva when a shadow overcame her. Rolling to her side and lifting a hand to shield her eyes she called up to the figure standing over her, My love, what took you...ARAM! With a startled cry, she began scrambling backward in the grass and away from the coyote who was stalking towards her, but her awkward crab crawl wasn’t fast enough. The large brute was on her, putting a knife to her throat while his other hand roughly fondled her until her kicks and and struggling caused him to lift up his arm, threatening to backhand her. Palaydrian cowered beneath him while her arms covered her face and she began crying out in vain, just as she had the day she had been attacked, Jiva, Jiva, JIVA!!!
The golden girl woke up with a gasp and tears streaming down her face, but safe within the communal den of New Dawn and very far away from Aram. Her family was asleep around her and so was Jiva who was sleeping peacefully a little ways beside her with a smile on his lips. She brushed her tears away with the back of her hand and rolled over to face the wall as she tried to go back to sleep. She really ought to ask Deuce if she knew about any herbal remedy that would make her have a dreamless sleep. Lately the nightmares were starting to get more and more realistic, but always ending with her screaming out for the mohawked man. Drin shivered slightly and drifted off again, this time her dreams remained pleasant...naughty really and they involved the man sleeping behind her.
Palaydrian was on the precipice of waking up when her right ear flicked by a light breeze, Jiva’s heavy breathing. A smile started building on the girl’s face with the knowledge that he was awake and most likely watching her. Another feeling began to stir within her, but she was still groggy from just having woken up it hadn’t registered yet in her brain. Instead, the fae figured she’d play a game and started stretching her limbs out as if she were yawning in her sleep as she turned back over to face him, eyes still shut. Her left arm that was stretching out in the air, came to rest across the man’s hip and pulled him in slightly as he had inched closer to her while she was sleeping. Drin made a whining sound as if she were dreaming and twitched slightly, hoping her antics would make him crack up.
She wouldn’t mind an early morning snuggle. In fact, she wouldn’t mind an early morning...On no...I’m in heat! She thought, ocean eyes snapping open and registering the dreamy look on Jiva’s face, but she giggled softly and pulled him even closer. Probably wasn’t the best idea for both of them, but it was getting harder to fight the urges heat brought on. Morning handsome, she whispered, placing a tender kiss on the tip of his nose. This day would certainly be interesting.
Credit goes to Haley for such a pretty table! <3.
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Jiva smiled as she stretched, though the bruises and cut’s marred her fur, he still thought her a beauty beyond anything he could ever dream for. Unfortunately he wasn’t the only one the poor woman dreampt about and if he had been awake for her nightmare he would have held her close, but seeing as he hadn’t been he was oblivious to her nightmares still. He grinned as she put her arm on his hip and pull him towards her, he moved himself as he knew she couldn’t do it on the rough floor by herself. He was chuckling a little and enjoying her playfulness. That was what he knew he loved the most about the woman. She was as playful as he, and he needed a playmate, though his mind was no where near play of the normal kind.
“Good morning Sunshine.”
He said quietly to her letting himself be pulled down to get a kiss on the nose. He couldn’t help but act flirty and playful as he then proceeded to lick her nose with his tongue and sat up, and crossed his arms over his chest, a wicked smile on his face. He had never been in his optime form for this long before, but he wanted her to feel comfortable so he would stay in this form until she could change back. That was his vow. Though he preferred his lupus form, he knew that she was not use to her optime and to see someone else on their two legs would make her feel better and who better than him? He was getting an idea of how she felt about him and he was sure that things could get better but only because of the circumstances. If only he could show her he’d do anything, protect her to his dying breath if he had been there. He watched her to see what she would do in retaliation to his lick. His wicked grin still playing on his mouth daring her to do something about it.
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The young Siamese furred girl had never dreamed of having a love like this. Her heart was so full and hopeful and every waking second spent with Jiva ordered the memory of Aram to become a whisper from the past. Reality was much safer than her dreams. This was a nightmare world where Kila’s posse would make appearances, Aram now at the front of the crowd of gnashing teeth. She hardly ever got a break and wanted to ask the red man if he’d maybe try spooning her at night. Drin was beginning to think of him almost as a good luck charm, surely his touch could chase away the shadows in her thoughts as it did in the daylight hours. But was this request too much? He had already made her a bed near his own spot in the den, but asking if the man would actually share a sleeping quarter with her rather than dozing in separate places made her stomach grumble with worry. What if he denied her this remedy she was so sure would work? What if the rules within the pack wouldn’t allow it for fear the two would be doing more than just sleep?
Drin could swear up and down it was for her nightmares, but would Zalen buy that two hot blooded wolves could seriously contain themselves within such close proximity? No...the answer was a resounding no. Palay was in her third heat cycle now, no way that idea could fly. Especially since the young woman was beginning to understand what all this heat business meant. She was blooming, a flower ready to be plucked for the taking and her sweet perfume could be smelled from a mile away, attracting bees to her pollen. But the girl only wanted on bumblebee, and then the thought dawned on her. Drin’s request wouldn’t be out of the question if they were mated! However, the golden fae was a traditional wolf, through and through. It would not be her place to ask Jiva of this, or even suggest it. If he wanted her as his own, he would have to be the one to initiate his true intentions. Hopefully he would see she wanted this more than anything. Not for the sole sake of ending her nightmares, making puppies, or any of the other things mateship implied, but because she wanted to be his...and his alone.
Sunshine was far from what her body felt like at the moment, but the golden girl grinned through her kiss on his wet nose and clicked her tongue in mock dismay when his tongue touched her snout and the young man suddenly sat up. She stared up at him and his wicked grin, eyes full of love and a little dash of heat lust wishing he’d come back to her side so she could give him a proper “good morning”, but she shook the naughty thought out of her mind and slowly rolled over to get even closer to him so her body would touch the side of his rump. Her ribs were still tender to the touch so she winced a little, but she was in the position she had been aiming for. Lying belly up, her upper half was now behind Jiva. She rose off the ground and attempted to wrap her arms around the back of the young man to tickle his tummy with her finger tips.
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Jiva had been preparing to ask Zalen a far deeper question that Palaydrian wanted to ask him, but he wanted to get any Alpha permission before he got too deep into the relationship that he could not get out. But he was intoxicated by her scent. No one had such a way on him as she had. Not even Fayne, though she made him slightly uncomfortable and his thoughts had gone on to making children... his thoughts went straight to Palaydrian on that. Now it was her turn yet again, when was this going to end? Till she got pregnant? He had no experience with heat except the first time he met Drin. He could see the sign of something in her eyes when he looked at her, but he could not come to ask her, not without it being the right time.
His head turned as she rolled over and reflexively dropped his arms to help her when he saw the wince, but it was only momentarily... and he let down his guard in which resulted in the woman tickling his belly lightly. He couldn’t help but laugh it was such a surprise. He wanted to to the same but reminded himself, it would hurt so he just tried to wriggle out of her grasp, enjoying the touch no matter how much he was wiggling to get free.
“Ah! No... stop... ok.... Uncle uncle!”
He cried out. He could feel his sides starting to hurt as he was laughing so hard, and trying to get away, though not really trying at all. As much as it hurt to laugh, he also loved being close to the woman, and he knew she was getting back at him finally for what he had done that evening they had gotten drunk.
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Having a man, but not just any man in her arms, it needed to be Jiva, felt amazing. His broad back lightly brushed up against her chest as her fingertips danced across his belly, filling the part of the den with his laughter soon joined by hers. Her loins burned for one thing, but she kept her thoughts focused and chaste, not wanting to put the man through more torture than need be if she ended up begging for him to mount her. Drin knew better with a clear head that that wasn’t the way things were done around here, but more importantly, the red male wasn’t that type of guy and she definitely wasn’t that type of girl.
Her fingers tickled him till he called for mercy and she grinned behind him, stopping her fingers to wrap her arms around his front and pull him closer to her in an embrace from behind. He was much taller than she, but she rested her ear against his back and gave a firm squeeze. Enough to let him know she meant it and just enough to make her ribs ache before she pulled away and readjusted her position so she was sitting next to him. She drew her legs up so they were slightly bent and she rested her arms lightly on the tops of them. What’s the plan for the day m’lo-Jiva? Palaydrian asked, slightly flustered that she’d almost said “m’love” without thinking. She wanted to say it, needed to say it, but she’d allow Jiva that rite.
She wondered if she’d get another writing lesson today. Jiva was proving to be an excellent teacher, not just with leatherworking, but with words and letters as well. She was already learning so much and holding a pen was becoming as natural as holding a skinning knife. Whatever the day brought them, she was sure the young man would undoubtedly find something fun for them to do.
Credit goes to Haley for such a pretty table! <3.
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Jiva straightened himself upright when she finally let him go from her tickling frenzy. Then he felt her hug him tight, an embrace he melted into. He was smiling stupidly, but thankfully she didn’t see it. Though anyone inside the den at the moment could. He got a hang of himself when she readjusted herself next to him. He looked down at her and grinned, one he was sure wasn’t stupid at all. He got up and quickly, yet carefully took her into his arms, grabbing her legs and picking her up supporting her back with his other arm.
“I think it’s time we go outside, and get some fresh air.
He said excitedly. He knew walking would tire her, but she would soon need some exercise, but he didn’t want to make her, not with that maddening scent about her and he wanted her to himself today anyway. He knew the walk would take a little while but he knew she would like the view of the lake and he wanted to see her out and about as for what they would do, he didn’t quite know. It was up in the air. he just knew he wanted to spend the day with her.
“I hope you slept well last night.”
He said conversationally as he moved into the woods that surrounded the den. He would let her down any time she wished, though keeping her so close was what he wanted and hoped he could have for as long as he could. He liked being close to Drin, and the scent that wafted from her made him want to be all the closer, but he was getting better at controlling himself. He knew that he had plenty of time, though her close call had made him think hard about how short their lives could truly be, but he wasn’t going to rush into anything. Permission first the important stuff next. He thought to himself as he walked close to the river that snaked its way towards the lake.
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Drin’s already fast beating heart beat sped up when Jiva shot her his handsome grin, her own face lit up with pleasure. Bruised or not, she couldn’t help herself when she was around him. She was completely starry eyed looking up at him and gave out a small squeal of surprise when the tall man stood up and scooped her up in his arms. Drin grinned from ear to ear, wrapping her arms gently around his neck and hugging him closer as he bore her out of the den into the morning air outside. You’re always full of surprises, she murmured into his neck, willing to allow him to carry her anywhere he wanted. The chill of the early hour felt good compared to the sometimes suffocating communal air of the den. Drin shivered briefly in Jiva’s strong grip as her mind catalogued every rippling muscle in his body, and the way his arm felt behind her knee and wrapped safely around her back.
The golden girl suddenly wanted him right then and there in front of the den, but she knew the source of her sudden lust was the perfume wafting off her and hormones within her body. She hadn’t realized her grip around his neck had tightened with need until he was moving into the woods, and she shamefully relaxed them, but moved her snout into his shoulder to give him a flirtatious bite. I would’ve slept better if it weren’t for your dreadful snoring, she teased with a giggle, but quickly took back her accusation. I slept well enough... a half lie, but I was looking most forward to the morning, she said earnestly, looking at the side of his face while he carried her onward to an unknown destination.
He didn’t need to know that she had been ravaged by Aram in her dream again. She kept these awful secrets from him because she didn’t want him to be worrying. It would only make him feel powerless as the nightmare phantom of her attacker was just that, a dream...a figment of her imagination that couldn’t be battled in waking life.
Credit goes to Haley for such a pretty table! <3.
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“I try, it’s the best way to keep you on your toes.”
He chuckled, and winked, even though she couldn’t see it. It was going to be a bad habit on his part and he knew it. She was surprisingly light, though he wouldn’t say anything about it. He was worried she wasn’t eating right. He would have to make a mental note to see if Tobias was around and see if he could get something for her. The bird helped out alot but Jiva noticed that the bird hadn’t been around often. He left his mind as the woman spoke of Jiva’s snoring and the man couldn’t help but laugh. He could tell she was teasing him, for he would surely know he snored because he would be kicked out of the den until he stopped.
“If you say so. and why were you most looking forward to the morning?”
He asked. The lake was coming into view and he hurried his pace so that he could spend more time with her than carrying her. He loved touching her, though he wanted to touch her in so many other ways, he would refrain from it. Things would happen and soon. Once he was at his favorite spot by the lake he set her down carefully against the nook of a tree and sat next to her. There in front of them was the lake, glimmering with the rising sun. He looked at her, his eyes raised wider a little in hopes that she enjoyed the view. He pulled from the trunk of the tree a book, one that was a bunch of short stories. He kept it there over night worrying that the rain would ruin it, but there had been none. Only the dew covered the book, but it didn’t damage it. He was use to keeping books outside, though they never really had a purpose. Sometimes he even forgot. Those were the times he had the worst luck.
“I figured some old human tales would keep you happy and interested. These are old tales that were made long long ago. Human’s were new even then and didn’t have all this technology or anything, but were basically in our steps we are now without their magic lights or horsless things.”
He said trying to be mysterious as he waved the book over Drin’s head with a happy smile. He would read some to her, though her scent was quite distracting, he probably wouldn’t get through the first story without something happening to his attention.
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Safe and almost completely sound in the Takekuro man’s arms, that’s where she wanted to remain. As each of his steps carried her across the earth, they also caused her heart to flutter. She wanted to melt right there against his chest and never let go, but another fiery sensation let her know that resting against him couldn’t possibly last for long as the burning desire in her grew. She swallowed the whine of wanting down and nodded at his response. He sure did know how to keep her guessing, and she loved that about him. Everyday was something new and allowed them more opportunities to get to know one another even better. She had never wanted Aram’s attack to happen, but the one good thing about of it, was the amount of time she had been spending with Jiva.
Well I couldn’t wait till the morning because of you, she blurted with a smile. Sleep is boring when you have such wonderful company to spend your waking hours with, she flirted, fully aware that her statement was bold, but every word had been meant. As Jiva sped up, a curious smile began playing on her lips. What was he in such a rush for? But her question was answered as her ears swiveled to the sound of gentle waves followed by her head. She gasped as her eyes took in the beautiful shimmer of pale sunlight against the lake’s surface and the breathtaking water’s edge.
She grinned ruefully up at the young man as he lowered her to the ground in a lovely spot in the shade. With her back against the tree, she felt certain she’d be able to gain a little self control now that she had the earth to ground her and no longer the tempting warmth of Jiva’s body against her. Oh, she giggled with surprise when he produced a book from his hiding place. Her mind flicked back to the firelit readings of the “Brother’s Grimm” that her great grandmother had read to her and her brothers and she immediately felt excitement for the human tales.
How romantic, she confessed with soft eyes, reaching out to place a hand on Jiva’s cheek and hopeful to steal a real kiss now that they weren’t within the confining walls of the den where such displays of affection unmated and in heat, may cause trouble.
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Jiva couldn’t help but blush at the woman’s comment. Never had he been the object of anyone’s affection, not like this, and he liked it. From anyone else he would be entirely creeped out but because he shared the same feelings he couldn’t help but beam with happiness. Once they were settled in he grinned sheepishly at her, well he hoped to make it romantic and as he lowered the book he made to touch her nose with his. A happy smile on his face.
“Anything for you I swear to that.”
He said quietly. He wasn’t normally so bold but the heat in her helped his confidence and returning to the book he opened it. These stories were far shorter than he remembered and laughed as he thought about them being read to him when he was a pup, of course they would seem long to a pup. He cleared his throat as he flipped the pages to one which would sound the most exciting.
“A Wolf found great difficulty in getting at the sheep owing to
the vigilance of the shepherd and his dogs. But one day it found
the skin of a sheep that had been flayed and thrown aside, so it
put it on over its own pelt and strolled down among the sheep.
The Lamb that belonged to the sheep, whose skin the Wolf was
wearing, began to follow the Wolf in the Sheep's clothing; so,
leading the Lamb a little apart, he soon made a meal off her, and
for some time he succeeded in deceiving the sheep, and enjoying
hearty meals.”
As he read he put his finger to the words for her to see as he read them. It was short, but understandable to the both of them, he grinned at her and looked for an expression.
“I kinda like this wolf for all he was clever. I’d never think of donning any clothing of the sort.”
Jiva said flipping to another page, though he wasn’t going to read not yet. He was sure the insight would bring something out of the woman. His tail thumped against the dirt that surrounded the tree. He wasnt’ going to read all these tales to her, no, but some, especially the wolves ones. The more kinder ones about the wolves at least.
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WC :: 384:: Woot woot! I like the table!
Grinning back as his wet nose touched hers, Palaydrian snuggled closer to Jiva on the ground, bringing a leg up to entangle with one of his and linking her right arm under his left before she settled her head against his shoulder. She could easily take a nap sitting up like this pressed against Jiva, but being this close had her mind occupied with other thoughts. But she cleared her thoughts with a deep breath and turned her bicolored eyes to the book he was raising up with a laugh. She giggle just the same, thinking maybe he found her movements to her relaxed position funny, but when he cleared his throat and began to read, she watched his finger move across the pages.
Drin was excited to find some of words were easy enough for her to read, his lessons had already taken seed within her brain, but the story was something she had never heard before and it fascinated her all the more. She chuckled at the wolf’s cleverness and at the storyteller’s wit of creating such a cunning character. The golden woman lifted her head from the man’s shoulder and placed a thoughtful finger on her lips as she thought about the wolf in sheep’s clothing before returning a flirtatious smile to Jiva.
Perhaps we should try throwing the hide of a deer over our shoulders to see if this little trick could actually work? Drin suggested with a giggle. She could imagine them now, two peas in a pod with deer skins thrown onto their backs, slowly making their way into a herd of deer. She snorted suddenly then, tail wagging happily beside her. There is no way that would work! I have never seen these things call sheep...but if they are anything like deer, her gloved hands came up to tap her snout, then they would have an uncanny sense of smell...and though this wolf donned their outer appearance, he would have had to bathe the stink of lupus out of his own fur, she replied, nodding her head in enthusiasm. Not to say you stink, she grinned, leaning towards him again but not to rest her head on his shoulder, but to nuzzle his neck.
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her words about the story made Jiva tilt his head back and laugh. She was so new to these stories and he had grown up with them. He shook his head and made himself stop laughing before he could give her a proper answer.
“Well I learned sheep are pretty stupid animals. They will follow another sheep even if it’s off a ledge. I can understand how a wolf can hide amungst them especially if he don’s their scent beforehand or masks his own. But These stories are more for the morals. Like this story means “Looks can be deceiving.” That on the outside one can look like all the rest, but on the inside it could be someone else entirely. Not to say... prey.. . but perhaps spy or something or another. This was one of my favorite ones. Would you like to hear another?”
Thinking about it Jiva did remember havingt a similar reaction when he first heard the story. He looked down at her, feeling her warmth and happiness radiating with her musk scent. It was a good thing they were near the lake because he knew that very soon he would need to give himself a good dunking. He wrapped his free arm around her shoulder so that they both could get more comfortable, happy that Drin was in his arms safe and sound. The last of her attack was finally starting to dissappear and she was relaxed around him and he her, though he was still a skittish pup when it came to anything they had done that night while drunk. It wasn’t because he didn’t htink he could do it without being inebriated, he just didn’t think he had that right, not yet at least and he would have to bolster the courage to ask Zalen soon or else someone would come take her away.
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The woman adopted a mock look of hurt feelings when Jiva thread back his head and began laughing at her. She really thought her answer was clever, but soon she too began laughing when he had calmed down enough to explain to her what the story was truly about. Oh! She giggled, trying to imagine these brainless animals called sheep. Any creature that would follow another to its death was a simpleton. She grinned, liking that fact that her naivety seemed to be a good thing, or rather, something Jiva took pleasure in instead of frustration. The Grimm tales she had read had all been pretty scary and as a pup she most likely missed the meanings in them. If these fables were at all like them, the golden girl had a feeling most would go right over her head. But she enjoyed listening to him talk and once he had explained the moral of the wolf in sheep’s clothing story, she understood.
Looks can be deceiving, she mused as she settled in closer to the man when his arm wrapped around her and allowed herself to deeply breathe in his scent. The effect was almost immediate. Her body felt as if it were on fire and that itch that needed scratching became almost unbearable. She pleasurably sighed as her body melted against him, but before she could stop herself, the woman was rubbing her seal point muzzle underneath Jiva’s neck and moving so her left leg was entangled with his and her petite frame could push up against his body. A purring growl resonated from her throat as she continued the affectionate muzzle along his jawline and as if her hands had a mind of their own, they reached out in an attempt to tangle in his hair.
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This was what he loved about the young woman, she would take anything without too much complaint. He was sure if he went too far she would let him know, and he hadn’t and he was glad for that. He smiled at her as she snuggled close, he couldn’t help but close his eyes and even for that second he felt the rushing heat of her body and scent come to him, and things changed so quickly. She was rubbing up against his neck and he allowed it, how could he not?
His response was immidiate, the book now lay forgotten and he stopped her head to bring it to his nose, it was a wild rush but he had to take it. He wouldn’t allow things to get too far out of hand. Then kissed her full on the mouth, her scent drifting through his nostrils, he pressed her lightly against his body, continuously reminding himself she was still injured, but he had held this in for so long, he couldn’t help but do this one thing. No matter how it ended he knew he would be happy but he would make sure she would leave with her honor still, he did not know if she had any other relationships nor if she had mated with another man but it wasn’t up to him to find out... not yet anyway and not without the permission of his alphas. Kissing wasn’t so bad, it wasn’t against the rules of the pack not to show such attention to a member. Or how could any end up together?
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Her body had been aching for him since she had woken up and it felt like it had been ages since she had burned against him the night they had knocked back a bottle of wine. Her head was swimming with the headiness of his own scent, a musk she had come to recognize anywhere, even the faintest wisp of it. The woman wanted him badly, feeling a pulsing urgency beginning in the bottom of her stomach and moving down. Self control...self control...self control! Her brain willed over and over, but Jiva was lifting her face up and pressing his lips against hers and suddenly control was the last thing on her mind.
Fireworks, just like the first time they had kissed in the house. Drin received his invitation hungrily and pushed back into him wanting nothing but to get lost in his body for the day. A sigh parted from her lips when she came up for air, she could surely kiss the Takekuro man all day, but would he let her? Her hands were moving down his face and going towards his chest. She could tell he was being gentle with her, but she wanted to assure him that a little pressure was fine, so she continued entangling her legs with his in an attempt to straddle him like she had on the couch in the ghost town.
While her legs had an agenda of their own, Palay continued their kissing, finding him more and more irresistible each time their lips met. She felt as if she were getting drunk on him, her head was swimming, her pulse was racing, and her thighs began to ache. I need you... she whispered breathlessly between a kiss. How could he turn her down this time, when she was sober and the need was so apparent? Drin had officially gone heat crazy.
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Jiva couldn’t help it with the mixture of her being so close, her heat, her pressing against him, and her being her, he had to do something and he risked everything right away with the kiss. She took it well though and he was happy. His heart melted as she began moving as close as she could, trying to straddle him again. He wouldn’t allow it though. He’d lose any control with the woman on top of him like he almost did that night in the village. He did what he could to soothe the situation over. Kissing her over and over, stroking her hair with his hand. Her words burned through Jiva and they gave him goosebumps. She said those words once before. He knew he needed her too, but think of the alphas! He groaned a little extremely disappointed.
“Oh Drin... I would love to but, it is not the right time yet.”
His voice was husky and soft as he spoke. In every way possible he wanted the woman, he wanted to please her and treat her as a woman should be treated. He would care for her and love her, but for now he couldn’t do what she really wanted, even if it was her heat talking, he knew that if they were to do anything they would be mates and her away from her heat... at least for the first time. He wanted her love not her need. This was what kept him from going much further than tender kisses and caresses .
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WC :: 4+ :: BAM shut down! Haha, and I changed my mind, she’s going to tell him what happened in this thread instead so let’s OOC’ly assume she tells him everything in this post because I want their next thread to be without sadness.  If you want anything changed just let me know!
All voice of reason was lost in Palaydrian as Jiva’s reciprocated her hungry kisses with his own and his hands began to caress the back of her head. The need was getting so intensely strong, she could feel herself wanting to bite his neck so he’d allow her to move so her hips could align with his, but his groan of disappointment shook her out of her lust haze. She looked at him with questioning eyes, but nodded in response. He was right. This was moving too fast...she wouldn’t want to lose her virginity in an act of lust, she wanted it to mean something and be something special.
A lazy smile pulled over her lips, but instead of begging him to reconsider as she had when she was drunk, Drin settled for his kisses, and removed her legs from tangling with his. She had to keep her cool, it wasn’t fair to put him through so much torture. Pulling away from a sweet kiss, Drin’s hand gently reached up to cup the young man’s cheek. You’re so good to me, and you’ve been so patient...I think it’s time I tell you what happened, she said before withdrawing her hand, taking a deep breath, and moving away so she could sit facing Jiva.
It’s time I get this off my chest...and more importantly, try to move on from it. I’ve been having nightmares ever since, but I think the more I talk about it...the less they’ll come around. And so in the late morning blending into afternoon, Palaydrian told Jiva everything that had happened the day she went seeking a surprise for him. She didn’t leave anything out, though she cried and got choked up a few times, he was there to assure her through it all as painful as it must’ve been to sit by and listen to the violations she had been forced to lay still through.
When she was finished, the angel was openly sobbing against Jiva’s chest but she was relieved to have lived her tale at least once and to someone that meant the world to her. Drin needed him to know what had transpired so he could help her get past this point and bury the memory of Aram with new, far happier ones.
Credit goes to Haley for such a pretty table! <3.
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He liked nothing more than to lay here all day and be with her entwined with one another so much that no one could guess where one started and the other ended, but even his refusal, though taken well, had to have some repercussion and it was her story, the one he waited for, but never asked. He wanted to be there for her, for her to trust him and be safe around him. It seemed his patience paid off and she spoke of that day. It was hard ot take in. How she could be alive and sane to this day was beyond him. His ears folded back but he listened. His eyes were only for her as she spoke of something that must have been extremely hard on her.
She was crying on his shoulder and he could do nothing more than to hold her, to take in everything she said. It was quiet almost too quiet, nothing could be heard except her sobs and even a fish jumping from the lake at one point. Though he had soothed her as she spoke and urged her to keep going he finally spoke after she cried for some time.
“It’s ok, everything will be better. I will do everything in my power to make sure you are never hurt again, that much I can promise. I won’t ever make you feel like that and whatever can drive your nightmares away.... I will be more than glad to help.”
He said finally squeezing her a little closer to him. He was feeling deathly protective of the woman and almost felt as paranoid as she, and wondered if the man Aram was around. His anger inside was held back only because of Drin. He would figure out what to do about the man later but for now he would console the woman he loved.
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This was where she needed to stay, held firmly against Jiva’s chest and safe within his arms. Her broken sobs finally slowed to quiet sniffling as her breast shuddered now and then, an aftermath of a good cry and hyperventilating. She loved this man with all her heart, and as his words soothed her ears, she locked her arms around him and squeezed in tandem with his hug. The safety net he provided her with just being himself was incredible. He gave her strength where she thought there was nothing left to give or receive. Jiva was the constant she needed in her life, but he was also a pinch of spontaneity that kept her on her toes. She knew her story was hard to hear as it was hard to tell, and that’s what mainly kept her from telling her tale in the first place. She didn’t want to cause an anguish in the red man that would be hard to fight back unless Aram was dealt some sort of payback.
Part of the angel wanted nothing more than the mottled pelt of the monster, but the more rational and reserved side of her knew revenge only left one unsatisfied. Though, she would be lying if she didn’t think she’d feel a little better if the coyote took a beating or two. However, she would never ask her lover or her family to go out on a hunting mission for her. Aram was armed and dangerous with an unadulterated hatred for wolves. If one of her New Dawn brothers or sisters were to fall under his blades for her, Drin wasn’t sure what she’d do. She needed things to remain safe and calm at the moment, at least until she was fully capable of being taking care of herself again. Oh how the blonde woman dreamed of running in her lupine form again and taking down her own kills, but right now she was only thinking of the pillar of strength within her embrace.
When the shuddering came to an end, Palay’s chin lifted upward as her rose tongue snaked out to lick under Jiva’s chin. This sign of affection had no hidden agenda or lust-filled meaning laced within, she merely meant to say “I love you” in wolf. Thank you...I couldn’t have asked for a better nightmare warrior, she smiled now, feeling that her spirit was lifted and once again, all was right in her world. You know...Deuce never said anything about swimming, she said with a mysterious look in her now tear free eyes as she slowly, almost reluctantly pulled out of Jiva’s arms and stood up. Care to do the honors? Drin asked playfully as her hand drifted up to untie the end of the bandage wrapped around her ribs.
Table Credit to Becca! <3.
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