It would be that time of year again… RPers lounging in the Chalet, folks milling about looking for teams, everyone making the pilgrimage to the floating truck, badgers lining up at the overworked Speed Boost casting Kinetics, desperate for that f#&king Speeder badge… said badgers screaming because this was the 87th time they came in one second too slow… good times, man…
Monthly Archives: December 2014
She’s been waiting for this opportunity for a while, actually. Getting up her nerve to take the chance. Summer gently pushes Derek against the wall, tugs his head down, and kisses him. Then she lets go and walks away, seemingly quite calm.
Derek was just walking by when Summer’s body pressed into his, going back against the wall with a confused expression. He was surprised by the kiss, though he could smell her attraction to him sometimes, it’s not like there wasn’t some toward her either. He just didn’t expect that. Though it didn’t mean he didn’t enjoy it. He watched her walk a few steps before striding out and catching her wrist gently, pulling her back and spinning her, kissing her again.
Aha! She grinned and licked at the nipple again, trying to get him to make that sound again. She liked him making that sound. After a moment, she applied the same treatment to the other nipple, and rubbed her nose in his chest hair along the way.
Derek’s eyes had slipped closed as she laved at his nipples and he arched into the warm mouth over his chest. His own hands slid slowly up and down her sides, one eventually sliding to cup her ass as the other slid to a bare breast, cupping and kneading it.
She could tell he liked it, just by the way his hands were moving, but she wanted him to make that sound again. She nudged him with her mind, wishful and wanting. She wanted his hands lower, his touch, and squirmed against him, before pausing in surprise at the sensation.
She’d been distracted, trying to get him to make noises, and not noticed they were skin-to-skin. Pushing a hand against his chest, she sat up on top of him, trembling slightly.
She pushed the hood back again to stare at him, embarrassment tinting her cheeks. Then she flung herself at him in a huge hug, radiating gratitude overwhelmingly.
Derek was a little startled at the sudden hug and rush of emotion, though he caught her and tentatively patted her back soothingly, still a tad bit stunned at the force of her gratitude but glad he could help and make someone feel so thankful.
She eyed the spot on the couch, and stayed put. ‘in my mind.’ She tapped at her temple for emphasis, and added, ‘you are both a little jagged inside, and wild. how can we both stay? you only have one bed’
Derek read the paper and showed Isaac as well, who just raised an eyebrow. He patted his knee and handed the paper back to Summer. “Well, Isaac will sleep in the bed with me, as he usually does. It’s a pack thing. You may sleep in the bed as well, it’s a big bed, or you may sleep on the couch. If you choose the couch, I’ll make it up for you so it will be just as comfortable as a bed. It’s whatever you’re going to be most comfortable with.”
She tilted her head at them both, and frowned slightly, sliding her gaze away. They shared a bed? With the use of the word ‘pack’, she imagined it as a pile of puppies. That might not be so bad. ‘Is there more pack?’ she wrote. ‘Maybe there won’t be room for me.’
And if he had this whole pack to care for, what was he doing wasting time on her? She turned her gaze back to Isaac, crawling around Derek’s feet to look up at the younger werewolf more closely. She wanted to stay with Derek. Perhaps, if she won others over, she could do that.
the Tale of Sir Isaac
She blushed hotly. “That’s the sweetest thing you have ever said to me.” She felt as though she could stay there forever, listening to his heartbeat and being held, or as if no time was passing while they sat there.
“Yeah? I’ll make sure to say things like that more often then, especially if you blush like that,” he teased her and ran his thumb across her scarlet cheeks, rocking her gently in his arms. He wanted to hold her like this forever, and while he was painfully aware of all the planning they had to do, he was quite content to linger here with her for as long as was possible.
The shadows shifting through the glass eventually brought her head up, seeking out his eyes in the falling dusk. At the edge of the glass room, a servant fixed a torch to the wall by the entrance. “Will you dine with me, my lord?” Summer asked softly, a slight smile on her mouth, remembering their first meeting. She was sure he would object, as usual, to the term she insisted on using.
The redhead just poured another handful of water over the werewolf’s head, plastering the curls flat. “I know what you meant.”
Isaac smiled and pressed a kiss to his knee, resuming his cleaning as the water cascaded over his head. “Are you having fun up there, Summer?”
“I like being taller than you, it’s a unique situation. I want to enjoy it while I can.. He closed his eyes, smiling faintly. “I kinda like you being subservient, too. Kneeling in front of me … ” Thinking about the other things Isaac could do down there was turning him on yet again.
“A lot of people do get out but they don’t change. So the thing is to get out and recognize the significance of that aggressive denial of your fate, come through the crucible forged into a stronger metal. Or whatever. But I don’t even know if that was my experience. It’s funny: five years ago, I would’ve made it sound like I’m conscious of my own participation in seizing the similarities. But so many things have become less certain. I swear to God. I am not my story.”
“You’re the one in love with my daddy!” Johnny said brightly. “Summer your name! Daddy talks about you every day!”
“H-he does?” Summer knelt to be on the little boy’s level, eyebrows lifting slightly. “And who is your daddy, young man?”
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The abruptness of his motion startled her, and she clutched at her head. A stray thought suggested if she could just throw up she’d feel better, but she didn’t trust it. When he came back wth the clothes, she glanced at him, then back to the pile of fabric, and frowned slightly before shrugging.
She did turn her back to him while she pulled on the clothes, wondering what he saw. Then she curled herself back into the corner of the couch, in the smallest possible ball, obedient to his will.
Derek waited for her to appear before he brought a book into his hands. He had picked the least depressing one that he had in his collection. Unfortunately, it still wasn’t very cheerful. He looked over to her with a raised brow. “What’s wrong?”
She made a kind of facial shrug, accompanying it with the lift of a single shoulder. She didn’t know how to explain it to him, this conviction that if she wasn’t good enough, if she didn’t behave the way he wanted, he would withdraw his welcome. She still couldn’t figure out why he even cared.
