Wolven Den

[Luna_Wolf72]

limbers up fingers

I will give you one...*nods* just say the word...

all over...for a long time....til we both doze off...

 

[dragonrazor]

*strokes Luna, then dashes off looking for sexy bunnies*

 

[DarkDreamer00]

She smiles softly, flopping down next to Luna.

You're a sweetie. Certainly would love your hands on me.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Would certainly like to put my hands on you...

 

[DarkDreamer00]

Mmm working on a reply for you now, hun.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Mmm working on a reply for you now, hun.

Happy dance...

 

[dragonrazor]

Boobies.

 

[Vail_Indigo]

(my apologies...don't know how I ended up posting here isntead of in Randomness)

 

[dragonrazor]

(my apologies...don't know how I ended up posting here isntead of in Randomness)

Heh. It's okay.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

(drops into my thread and pins a note on the wall...)

Dearest Darkness...I will have a post up for you when I get off of work...

*kisses*

Luna

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Dressing for the night's hunt in all black~black fitted pants, black silk baby tee, black 4 inch heels, black fedora...debating whether or not the RW should take precedence or if I can find someone here, who has the time I require. Picking up a small red rose, I tuck it inside my hat band and head out...

Be back soon...and the back room will get used.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

The Den is CLOSED for a private function. Do NOT enter. I will have you removed.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Date night~

I spend an hour, setting up a small table made of burnished cherry wood, two softly padded chairs, a candelabra with three white candles. Dinner is something simple, something I can make easily~small, medium done, steaks with fresh mushrooms, home made mashed potatoes, golden corn with butter, beef gravy. I set two places, adding appropriate silver ware and crystal wine goblets. A light, fruity red sits in a silver holder filled with ice, the top still on.

Stepping back I take in the table~the food, the place settings, the wine, the china and crystal. I sigh, pleased with the results. Now I just have to wait for her arrival. Striding around my back room, I hide the toys, the tools of my play. I light another candle, placing it by the bedside and a fifth candle in a holder just beside my door. The lighting is perfect. I hope she approves.

 

[Daydream_weaver]

*Pausing outside the entrance to the Den I take a deep breath and push back a lock of silvery hair. I bite my lip questioning for the hundredth time my choice of attire...the softly feminine dress suits me, but I am nervous...

My hand trembles a bit as I raise it to knock softly on the door....

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

I sense her, hesitant, outside the main room's door. With no further ado, I stride from my place of refuge and into the main room. Glancing down at my unrelieved black, I sigh. I look very much in control but maybe it's too much? Shaking my head I let the thought go and open the door, gazing at her in shocked awe. My voice when it comes, is soft, vibrant, a whisper.

You look amazing...please, come in.

Glancing at her, my mind stutters and I say the first thing that comes to mind...

Have you tossed your key, my Muse?

 

[Daydream_weaver]

*My breath catches as the door opens and I simply gaze at her, taking her in, memorizing her. I want to remember everything. Stepping past her I catch her scent, feel her energy, and it brings a smile to my lips.

I look down at myself and back at her thinking we go well together...very well together. My hand goes to my neck, fingertips resting on my collarbone.

You look incredible as well...but then I think you always do. *a slight blush colors my cheeks* I still have my key...but I didn't want to just walk in. I thought perhaps I should knock...

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

I grin at her, my eyes lightening toward gold and reach for her hand.

Come with me, My Muse. Dinner is waiting in the back room, my Refuge. I have put away everything not conducive to a pleasant evening...though the bed is still right where you left it.

I tug her toward the second door and push it open with a smile.

Please, enter, my Muse. I hope you approve.

 

[Daydream_weaver]

*Preceeding her into the room my mind is filled with flashes of memory of another time spent here with her, all chased away when I see her preparations. My hand tightens around hers slightly, as I look around. My eyes go round and misty and I cannot help but feel special.

I glance at her, my eyes shining, my voice low and soft It looks fantastic, my Luna...thank you for asking me here...

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

I smile at her compliment and pull her back, wrapping her body in a quick hug, enjoying the feeling of her body next to mine. We have always fit...so well. I miss this. Releasing her, I stride to the table and pull out her chair.

Have a seat, my Muse.

I wait until she has done so, then push the chair back under the table, a proper little gentleman. With no words being said, I serve her. Each thing is offered, each portion placed just so on her plate. I return the plate to her and spend a moment, opening the wine. With a smile, I fill her glass. Finally, I move to my seat and prepare my own repast, pouring my own wine. Sitting down, I raise the glass to her...

To my Muse and the joy she always gives to me. May we know many more joyous days, sweet one.

 

[Daydream_weaver]

*I laugh softly, happily, as she pulls me in for a hug. I feel myself relaxing, simply enjoying being with her.

I take the seat she offers, my eyes watching her every movement as she sets out the delicious looking meal she has prepared. She moves with such confidence, such grace. I smile remembering how these were some of the first things that drew me to her, that still pull me.

My fingers slip around my glass and I raise it to touch lightly against hers, echoing her toast...

To you, my dashing Wolf...and all that lies in store for us...

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

I want to smile, to bask in her affectionate banter, to eat up her presence, instead I blush. So odd. Her toast makes me feel, wanted...special. As if I have a place, still have a spot. My voice when it comes, is husky, shy, deeper than usual, as I struggle to contain the insane urge to pounce her and drag her to the bed that lies beckoning, at my back.

How was your day, my Muse? Catch me up with you, please.

I duck my head, cutting into the tender meat and carrying a forkful to my mouth as I wait for her answer. A sigh. Bliss. Perfect. Juicy, tender. Chewing, I look up at her...

 

[Daydream_weaver]

*My eyes linger on her face, resting on her lips with a trace of longing. The tip of my tongue peeks out to moisten my lower lip thoughtfully.

When she speaks I force my gaze down to the plate before me and take up my knife and fork. I apply them to my food, employing all the tricks taught me as a girl. Eating without seeming to ever have anything in my mouth and still being able to carry on a conversation*

I had a very good day, actually...I attended a handfasting of two close friends. It was lovely...and of course I cried.

It was outdoors though, and we hit triple digits today.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Swallowing my latest mouthful, I pick up a snow white linen napkin and pat my lips before picking up my wine glass to take a sip. Toying with the glass, I smile at her, my mouth saying nonsensical things, I am sure...as any hunger for the food I have prepared is dissolving beneath the need to feel her in my arms. My voice is a growling murmur, I know it...but I fight through the urge, still speaking, trying so hard..to do this right.

Sounds as if you had a very good day, sweet Weaver. Mine wasn't nearly as peaceful. It tried to rain most of the day but the temperature was lovely. I pulled 8 hours at back breaking labor; one of our housekeepers is out with surgery and I had to cover.

My eyes lock on her face and my voice fades...I want to devour her...

 

[Daydream_weaver]

*The sound of her voice flows over me and I find myself merely poking at my food. I consciously set my utensils aside and push my plate away slightly away. The food was delicious, but I know I'm not doing it justice.

Resting my forearms on the table I let my attention focus where it really wants to be...on her. My eyes meet hers steadily*

I am ready for some rain...I love it. The sound of it, the smell of it, even the feel of it on my skin. This time of year I've often been known to dash outside just to stand in the rain because I've missed it. And if there is a thunderstorm? I can be found out dancing in it...quite often with my children and my neighbor who is a good friend of mine. We're a bit odd that way...

*my lips curve into a grin, but my gaze drops to her lips again and I reach for my glass needing something to do*

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

I stand up and move to her side of the table...

Something else we share, a love of water. A love of storms. I sit out in them, love the way the rain caresses my skin.

My hand reaches out, and I caress her shoulder, light touches, soft strokes. From the dark recesses of the room, a stereo turns on and music fills the silence. Soft strains, classical, a waltz.

Please, dance with me?