The Mansion

[DarkWarrioress]

The hour was late when he returned. Caitlin was already resting. He opened the door to her room and then closed it shut silently. Shuffling off his shoes he walked toward his side if the bed and removed his shorts. That was all there was to remove.

Free of clothing he peered at the beautiful woman basking in moonlight as she sleeps. He crawled across the bed. Leaning down to brush a few strands of crimson from her face. Then placing a warm kiss on her lips.

Finally curling up beside her he drifts of with her.

He shoo'd the maids away. They fussed, even argued a little, but with a growl he slammed the door shut. They were a bit territorial about their job it would seem.

He stood in the room for a moment in silence. Her scent still lingered in the air and he drew it in. His broad chest filling with her essence. He let it out with a slow sigh.

Then he began to make the bed back up himself. It wasn't as neat as if the maids would have done it. The pillows were not arranged in the proper way, they were more methodically arranged rather than for decoration. That wasn't the point. The point was for her to see his mark in her inner sanctum before she found her bed tonight. He only hoped it would bring the smile to her lips it did his as he did it, thinking of her.

Far earlier than her usual bed time, she grew tired. Entering her room, she saw the bed made, but not with the customary precison of the maid's hand. It made her smile. It was the thoughfulness, the effort, that touched her.

With a tired grin, she had tossed half the pillows toward the end of the bed, curled up and went to sleep. Her body releaxed, her mind silent, for once, sleep was deep and blissful.

With the morning light, she was up with the birds. His solid frame had kept her warm throughout the night. Slipping from bed, she got dressed, a pink sundress. Her hair drawn up as per usual. Befoe quietly leaving the room, she bent, brushing her lips across his forehead then tiptoed out for her usual coffee, the newspaper and then her computer, in the office to check on threads.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

A touch of cuteness for the morning.

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[EkedSad]

A touch of cuteness for the morning.

http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m4hh4yTJji1rpw6tso1_500.png​

Awwwww
Btw love the new icon!!

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Awwwww
Btw love the new icon!!

*grins* Love yours too.

 

[Firmhanded_Daddy]

It had been a long day. Lots of ups and downs. He was bone tired, and in a little bit of pain, but honestly couldn't complain to much. He could have gone to his own room but why the bloody hell would he bother sleeping alone?

Quiet as he could be in the dark, after walking into a dresser, he shed his clothing and curled up in bed with her. She gave a sleepy murmur and draped herself across his bare figure. He lay on his back, with a hand idly tangled in her fiery locks, staring up at the dark ceiling, listening to the rain softly beat on the mansion with a smile.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

She was nice and warm, just on that edge of being too warm, but not quite. As her consciousness surfaced, she lay there thinking and then smiled. She didn't have to look. She knew it was him. Why the hell she even bothered to offer him a room of his own, she didn't know. He always ended up back in hers.

She remembered being tired, that they had been chatting, and going to bed, finding herself unable to sleep once she got there. It hadn't taken him long at all to get her to sleep, despite his own aches and pains. And she had dreamed. Oh my yes... she had dreamed.

A new day had broken and it was time to begin it. She slid gently and quietly from bed, at least he he didn't have a death grip on her hair, without waking him and pattered off to the kitchen in her shirt for a much needed cup of coffee with the intent to slip into the office and get some work done.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

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[DarkWarrioress]

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[DarkWarrioress]

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[DarkWarrioress]

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*melts*​

 

[Firmhanded_Daddy]

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*melts*​

-Nods- Any time my dear.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Still getting up early. Damn my body and brain all to hell. So, looking like a bedraggled kitten with sleepy eyes, fighting to draw my hair into some semblance of order, I drag myself off to fetch a cup of coffee.

How can I complain? I can't. Especially when I hear his voice in my ear. Hear his breath labored and rasping. Knowing, I'm the reason for it. Knowing, we drive each other completely insane. Complain? Not. One. Damn. Bit.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

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[DarkWarrioress]

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[DarkWarrioress]

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[DarkWarrioress]

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*growls*​

 

[EkedSad]

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Very nice

 

[EkedSad]

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More then glad to provided!

 

[DarkWarrioress]

More then glad to provided!

I left some things in the pic threads for you too.

 

[Annisthyrienne]

*Strolls through Cait's kitchen, stopping to give her a hug before heading out to the pool to do some writing. On the way I snag a tall glass of mint sweetea.*

"Mornin', Cait."

 

[DarkWarrioress]

*Strolls through Cait's kitchen, stopping to give her a hug before heading out to the pool to do some writing. On the way I snag a tall glass of mint sweetea.*

"Mornin', Cait."

Morning, Milady Thyri *hugs in return*

 

[Light Ice]

He moves through the kitchen, steady and certain. The low sling of his shorts across the rugged stretch of his hips as roguish as it gets. There's a certain, nonchalant easiness in the way he moves. Each stride is wayward, wandering. The sun has tanned him darkly, unforgiving, while he's toiled on the Gulf Coast. It's a hard but satisfying change in professions. Temporary, though, as it may be.

The shirt that he brought down with him has been abandoned somewhere in the hall. A maid yet to discover it. The whirlwind of his manner sobered briefly as he prowls, drags a finger over a familiar countertop. Pauses, eyes sharp and jaw set, and exhales. The air inside tastes a little too stale. He's not fond of walls as of late.

He makes no move to close the french doors in his wake and leaves them swinging idly against the breeze as he moves through the garden. The only care he shows in his lazy stride is for the flowers. They are left undisturbed or damaged.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

She heard the whispers and the giggles this morning. The scuttlebutt is he's up and prowling about the mansion. Although..... she wonders about that. She hasn't seen him yet and there are no blooms left in his wake.

Anticipation. The mansion is filled with it, via the women she employs. She hasn't seen them this happy in some time. They say his room's floor is littered with papers. They aren't sure why or what those papers are. They've only caught glimpses of the interior of his room.

Personally, she's not so worried. He'll find her. Or, she'll find him. In the meanwhile, she just concentrate on her writing and running her household.

 

[Firmhanded_Daddy]

He was tired. Sleep had eluded him most of the evening and today he was feeling the effects in several ways. Still he didn't want that to slow him down. A package tucked under his arm he made his way up the stairs. The path to her room had become automatic. He traded smiles with the staff without having to watch where he was going so he didn't get lost.

Pulling open her door he walked over to her desk where he knew she would be soon enough and lay down the brightly wrapped, long package with a note on it.

Baby girl,

I saw this and thought of you. Nothing could ever match the fire in your eyes, but this will really compliment them. Perhaps you will try it on for me soon.

Much adoration,
Papa Bear

When she unwrapped the package she would find out what he meant.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

She came home from town and was still wearing her sunglasses, her pupils were still dilated. plopping her keys into the crystal bowl, she closed the door behind her, making her way to the study. Entering the room, her eyes are drawn to the wrapped box on her desk. Curious as a kitten, she drew closer and even while her fingers itched to rip off the wrapping, they plucked the note free instead. The contents made her smile and then, she did rip the outer wrapping off, like a kid on Christmas morn.

It was a dress box. With trembling fingers she drew off the box lid, fingertips brushing aside the white tissue paper inside.

"Oh, Daddy..." she whispered in admiration.

The dress was lovely. She held it up to her body. She would indeed wear it for him soon. They'd make a special night of it and she knew exactly how she wanted that night to end.

With a soft sigh, she reboxed it and took it to her room, to hang it in her closet. Soon. She'd wear it. For him. Soon.

He was tired. Sleep had eluded him most of the evening and today he was feeling the effects in several ways. Still he didn't want that to slow him down. A package tucked under his arm he made his way up the stairs. The path to her room had become automatic. He traded smiles with the staff without having to watch where he was going so he didn't get lost.

Pulling open her door he walked over to her desk where he knew she would be soon enough and lay down the brightly wrapped, long package with a note on it.

Baby girl,

I saw http://www.fashionjunkee.com/assets/images/dresses/backslit_dr/green1.jpg and thought of you. Nothing could ever match the fire in your eyes, but this will really compliment them. Perhaps you will try it on for me soon.

Much adoration,
Papa Bear

When she unwrapped the package she would find out what he meant.