The Mansion

[DarkWarrioress]

She sighed in tiredness and contentment, as her hair spilled over his shoulder. A flick of her wrist and the lights went off, with only the moonlight filtering in through the patio doors to illuminate their room.

"It's good to be back with you," she smiled softly as she cuddled close.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

A quiet night and waking up in her lover's arms. How better could it get than that? It always felt like the nights went by way too fast for her.

She leaned back in her chair and studied shared threads. Her brain just wasn't ready to cooperate yet. More coffee, perhaps? Well, she'd get back to them, perhaps later today. Yesterday she spent manipulating graphics and had even completed her transparency. She wasn't done yet, she had one more to do, but her mind wasn't focused enough to handle that either.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Quietly so as not to wake him, she slipped through the glass doors of the private patio that led into their room. The door slid silently closed behind her. A simply pluck of the material gathered between her breasts let the material slide down her body to puddle at her feet on the floor. Bathed in nothing more than moonlight and smelling like the fresh ocean breeze, she crossed to the bed, drew back the covers and slid between the sheets. She spooned around him, slipping her hand under his arm until her own arm rested over his waist and her soft, warm breath bathed the back of his neck.

Home. Her eyes closed, a smile on her lips.

 

[Mav Unlimited]

He had woken up a few hours earlier with a slight soreness on the right side of his neck, but her face right in front of his eyes had brought a smile across his lips. He must have been fast asleep last night by the time she had joined him, because he had no recollection at all. He had rolled over on the other side sometime in the middle of the night. He had carefully slipped out of bed so as not to wake her up before planting a kiss on her cheek and strolling over towards the bathroom. He would have loved to just sit there and watch her sleep, but there was a few hours of work left to be completed, so he could enjoy the rest of the day.

After splashing some cold water over his face and freshening up, he had donned some clothes and headed to the study, still yawning. He had been looking forward to using his new office space, where he was currently sitting, even though it was Monday. He hadn't been hungry earlier that morning as usual when he woke up, but was craving some food now. Maybe they could eat together once she was awake.

He continued typing away at the keyboard while his mind kept wandering towards her, everything that had happened in the past few weeks. He reached a hand towards his neck, tilted his head and cursed under his breath.

 

[sombrablanca]

*Som pads through the grounds of the mansion, wending his way towards the house, enjoying the sights and smells*

 

[DarkWarrioress]

She came awake with the realization that M was not still there beside her. She lay quietly and and listened. A small smile of satisfaction played across her lips. He was still in the house.

Slipping from bed she picked up her sarong and wrapped it around her body, tying it before she headed for the kitchen, brushing her fingers through her hair, trying to look more composed than like a wild woman.

Cup in hand, she padded to the study and peeks in. She just watched him quietly for a moment. Quietly, she moved into the room, still watching him at his keyboard.

"Good Morning, darling."

 

[Mav Unlimited]

She startled him. He gasped and suddenly looked up from his monitor, deeply engrossed in his work.

"Hi baby...good morning."

He realized she had been watching him quietly, not sure for how long. He got up from the chair and moved towards her.

"I didn't even hear you come in."

He leaned forward to kiss her.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Journal Entry

People never fail to surprise me, not only with their emotions but with their bitter, narrow-minded, two-faced, thought projections. I simply adore how there are people in this world that claim to see things in a strictly black and white sense, or claim to, when they have been rejected or when things did not go as they planned. These are the same people who would play with others in make believe worlds and not think twice about it themselves if they had gotten their way. Where are their black and white principles then? I love how they walk their talk when it suits them.

I love how veiled little pokes keep coming, long after someone has said, I'm over it. I've moved on. Obviously not. People like this annoy the hell out of me. Get over yourself and move on. Why do they keep poking? I don't know. Unresolved feelings? Residue anger? Residue hurt? The need to try and make someone else hurt too because, deep down they still do? Perhaps.

Personally, I feel sorry for them. Their small mindedness and vindictive natures, make them small, unhappy people. How can I not feel sorry for that?

If you hate me, hate me. Openly and to my face. That, at least, is a clean, honorable emotion and worthy of acknowledgement.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

She met him halfway and set her lips to his.

"Something sweet to go with my coffee," she murmured, teasingly "Sleep well? I didn't disturb you when I came in last night, did I?"

Setting aside her coffee, she slid both arms around him, feeling his warmth and gentle, quiet strength, fill her. He was her blessing and one she was thankful for.

 

[Mav Unlimited]

He kissed her back, applying gentle pressure with his lips against hers.

"I did. I have no idea when you slipped into bed with me last night, darling" he laughed softly "I must have been fast asleep."

He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close against his body, his fingers sliding through her hair.

"Did you sleep well, love?"

 

[DarkWarrioress]

"Curled up against your back, snuggled up against you? How could I not?" She sighed softly and reached down to grab his backside in both of her hands and squeezed, "As much as I would love standing here like this, you have work to do and so do I." She nodded toward her own desk.

"I suppose one of us should exert some will so we both can get some stuf--er---things done."

 

[Mav Unlimited]

He moaned softly as she grabbed him from behind, squeezing gently with her hands. His body automatically pressed forward before he leaned back and grinned into her eyes.

"We could be in other positions than...standing...you know."

He kept looking at her, reaching a hand to move a strand of hair away from her cheek. After a few moments, he spoke.

"Ok, let's work then. But I'm getting kinda hungry. Would you like some breakfast or a snack?"

 

[DarkWarrioress]

"Sounds like an idea. I should eat something." She slipped a hand to his, entwining their fingers.

"I like the idea of fixing something with you in the kitchen. What do you feel like, love?"

The idea of M in the kitchen, made her grin. A mischievous grin. Wicked even.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

The day had gone, the shadows of night had lengthened. Glancing at the clock it was later than she previously had thought, so engrossed had she become in her writing. But save for LI, everyone's post was met until the next run. Sitting back in her chair she rotated her head, hearing her neck crack. She tipped her head back against her leather chair and closed her eyes for a moment. She was exhausted. Mentally drained. Writing did that to her, once she came off her frenzy. Pushing back her chair, one hand clapped to the back of her neck, rubbing gently, she got up and turned off the light on her desk. Moving across the floor, she flipped off the main overhead light and headed to the bedroom to get some sleep.

Another day had been met and dealt with.

Finis~

Tomorrow was a new day, filled with promise and peace.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Shorts, tank top, ponytail. Standard fare for summer days and because her ponytail drove M crazy. Teasing him was one of her favorite past times.

She was leaning against the kitchen counter next to the refrigerator sipping coffee and thoughtfully munching on a shorbread cookie. Damn things. They were her weakness.

She was idly thinking on shared threads. Where to take Jason and Jillian? What was Mairia going to do about Ethulas? Andras and Elana would come onboard again soon. Jessica and the stranger who about to change her life.....

Or did she even want to worry about them all today? Give them some thought and let them stew a day? Maybe go play hookie? She felt light-hearted today, as if some dark shadow had been lifted from her. She wanted to sing. She wanted to dance around. What was she going to do today?

For starters, her hand reached into the cookie jar and took out another cookie to munch on.

 

[sombrablanca]

Hrm... *A wild som appears, stepping out of a beam of sunlight directly into the kitchen.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

She was just lifting the cookie to her lips when Som appeared in her kitchen. She arched a brow as she looked at him, but she was smiling.

"Hello, Som. How are you?"

 

[sombrablanca]

"Pretty good. Been hosting Thyri. Setting a few things up for her, watching a bunch of pawn stars. Greeeat show. informative as well as funny." He reaches out, snagging and munching a cookie as well. Halfway through a sheepish grin crosses his face*

 

[DarkWarrioress]

She snickered, her eyes twinkling over her coffee mug.

"Help yourself, Som. I told you, very few things in this house are closed to my guests."

 

[sombrablanca]

I know, I know *He grins, licking his lips.* Just didn't think I was so hungry, but the smell as you reached in...Whatcha been up to?

 

[DarkWarrioress]

I noticed you've been occupying my dear friend's time. *smiles* I'm glad for both of you. Actually, not much. I've been getting more involved in my guild as an officer. I play WoW when I have time. *grin* There's my writing and more importantly, M. The RW requires my attention but meh, whose doesn't?

 

[sombrablanca]

I hear yas. when i was in wow, we had 3-4 4 hour raid nights a week, beating our heads against walls to make a few k progress each time. The glitchiness of cata when it came out drove me away abit. I got into league of legends. Which is free, and I can play 30 min or 4 hours no problem. n feel i accomplished something.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Ice Crown really put a dent in our guild. We decided to take a more relaxed approach to raiding because of some elitist asshats. They moved on, thank heavens. We're having to rebuild our raiding pool. We like to see new content, but we want to have fun as a guild too. So, for now, we're doing heroics twice a week.

 

[sombrablanca]

Some called my guild elitist. We just hated failing. Dying to stupid shit isn't fun. We fuck around in guild, on breaks, etc, but when it came raid time... We were serious. The heroics plus DCing, losing spot in horrendous Qs for bad pugs killed me. So I quit a while. n i played from vanilla through to h lk wrath, the title, and a chest piece from the shadowmourne completion.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

The door opened quietly and closed with a soft click. Soundlessly, feet traveled from doorway to bed in the dark before peeled off clothes fell to the floor in a mindless heap on her side of the bed. She enjoyed the pleasure of sharing his body heat and she did so with the barrier of material on hers to impede it.

The room was dark as the moon was late in rising. M was sound asleep on his side, facing her. She carefully slid under the sheet with him, shifting close enough to tuck her head next to his, the bridge of her nose resting against his jaw. His warm relaxed breath soft against her skin, making her smile as her eyes closed.