Word Count → 520 :: Hum, I think i want this dated for the 19th of June. I need some free time with Mars so I think the 19th should be a good date.
Ten Inch! With your back against the wall! With your face buried in the pillow!
It was time. He wanted to do this way before, but he was waiting for the Amphitheater to be completed so that they would be able to have a mateship ceremony. He knew that she wanted a certain type of ceremony, since he had spoken with her before when she was going to be mated to Shawchert, so he knew that he would need the Amphitheater to be finished. This morning, he had been in bed with the woman, and he turned over in the bed and looked at her sleeping lupus body. The three pups that were theirs were between them, their little bodies snuggled against him and her to keep them warm. When Mars moved, the pups rolled over and re-positioned to get comfortable again. The little pups pressed against his chest and belly as he tried to get closer to Orin. He put his forehead to hers, and then he licked the top of her maw. He also let his hand go to her dyed fur, and he smiled to her.
You're so beautiful.... They're so beautiful... the male spoke to her, his voice barely above a whisper, to not wake their children. The Russo household had become slightly quiet, since Krystalle and Paz moved to Rurik's old house and Amon stayed in this household. Mars and Krystalle had come to an agreement of sorts, to where Orin and him could live together and be a family, but Krystalle was not to be forgotten. Mars was all for being Krystalle's friend, and being a father to their children, but there was little more than that. He wasn't going to be "involved" with her, like he had been before. The man did this all for his lovely Orin and their puppies, and he also even made her move next door to them so that Orin would not be uncomfortable. It'd worked, and even though Krystalle was sour about it, she still did it because she wanted Mars to be happy. That's all Krystalle ever wanted, and it was sad that she could not provide that for him.
Orin, my love....it's time to wake up.. he spoke to her softly before giving her another kiss on the top of her maw. He looked down at his three new children. Vladmir, Misha, and Svetlana. His three Russian named children that just loved to sleep and eat, and that's all they seemed to do. Well, at least at first that's what they did, but they were growing older, being able to walk and talk a little bit. They were just about to turn a month old in a few days. It was insane to think that they had been alive already for a month! Mars was so proud of his three new, beautiful children. His two daughters and one son. Mars stared down at them with his bright blue eyes. You little sleepyheads.. he teased the pups and let his hand go down and pet through the fluffy fur of his red tinted daughter by the name of Misha.
Somewhere within the comfortable fog of dreams she was aware of Mars moving on the bed. He nuzzled and kissed her gently, and she stirred just a little but did not wake. The father was admiring the pups, admiring her, and when he nudged her and spoke a little louder, still softly, and kissed her again her eyes finally opened ever so slightly. She looked at him with bleary eyes that slowly slid closed again, a goofy smile coming to her muzzle as she giggled sleepily. “No it's not,” she mumbled. “The puppies say so. It's sleep time.” Sure, they slept a lot, but not always at once, which left Orin with precious few moments to get some real rest herself. Though now that they were getting a little older things were starting to smooth out, and she was able to get a routine. Mars stepped up to the plate when he could, too, and would take some of the load off of her... except for when they were hungry. There was little he could do for a hungry pup, since all they wanted was Orin's milk. And it seemed like they were always hungry.
A moment went by and just when she might have started to snore again, something poked at her belly. Her eyes opened quickly, a bit in shock, and she looked down to see Vladmir looking for food, and by luck of the draw he nipped at a particularly sensitive spot. Darn it, they were waking up. She lifted her head and gave the pup a lick, trying to discourage his search but he still latched on anyway, and then bumped her muzzle into Mars's and licked his cheek. “It's time to wean them. I love them and all but I want to raise wolves, not fleas!” She was joking, of course. She loved the time spend bonding with her nursing children. But still, it was time to introduce meat into their diet and slowly wean them off of her milk. They were at the age where meat would soon be vital to their growth, and she knew the Russo could provide it for them.
“Mrrrf!” she whined that high pitched canine sound as Vlad bit too hard, and she reached a paw down and pushed him back. “That's enough, you just ate.” And when he tried to return she nipped at him; it was a loving nip, and completely natural for a wolf mother to do to her pups. She was teaching them, after all, and right now they understood the ways of the wolf better than the confusing language and gestures of Optime. This warning was enough, so the boy began to chew on one of his sleeping sister's ears, which promptly woke said sister and kicked off a wrestling match. She sighed and looked back to Mars. “I guess we're up now.” She chortled and then bumped her head into Mars's.
Word Count → 438 :: Sorry for the wait on this. Last two weeks = SHIT. Here's the necklace
Ten Inch! With your back against the wall! With your face buried in the pillow!
Orin seemed less than excited to get out of bed, and he could understand that, because it had been many days where the pups were just loud, and out of control. Paz and Amon were not such active puppies like Vlad, Misha, and Svet were. The three Takekuro/Russo children were little balls of fire, and they always loved to stay up late, and sleep the morning away. The first to wake was Vlad, the little pure white pup that matched his mother's fur oh so delightfully. Mars' bright blue eyes turned to Vlad and then they returned to the woman he loved, and she bumped her muzzle against his own and then spoke to him of how they should be weaned. He nodded his head. Yeah I can tell. They are starting to bother you with all of that nipping, eh? asked the male with a smile and a chuckle as he returned his eyes to the puppies as they stirred in the bed. He watched the interaction between mother and son, before the boy went to play with Misha. They started to wrestle on the bed, and Mars' attention was drawn from them to Orin once more.
He returned the affection he was given by giving the woman a lick on the muzzle as she pulled away from him. He couldn't help but grow nervous suddenly though because he had something to ask of the woman. He rolled over in the bed for a moment and reached to the end table that was next to the bed, and he opened the drawer, where there was a lonely necklace he'd had for some time, yet he never wore it, nor had he given it to anyone. Mars grabbed the chain of the necklace, and he lifted it from the drawer and he closed it quickly and then he rolled back over and looked at Orin, straight in the eyes, his own blue ones holding a nervous glare to them, if only because he had never done this before, and for some reason, he was still scared that the woman would not want to be with him, even though she left her back, and had their children here for him and herself. Mars' heart quickened it's pace as he held the necklace out to her. I've been wanting to ask this for a long time, Orin... he spoke to her, looking down at the necklace for just a moment before looking back up at her.
Will you be my mate? Forever, and ever? he asked, his eyes nervous, excited, and hopeful above all.
