They loved each other for hours as the fire slowly died down, leaving the room in dimming shadows. At some point they undressed each other, Summer slowly peeling him out of shirt and trousers, Isaac reverently removing her dress. He took her again atop the heap of her skirts while she kissed every inch of exposed skin she could reach.
He taught her how to use her mouth for him in other ways, until he was near incoherent with desire, then gently held her flat and reciprocated until she pleaded for mercy. There was no part of the other each did not touch, or kiss, or caress, until they curled in a weary heap before the faded embers.
They relearned one another’s body, how to pleasure and love each other, as well as learning some new things too — making Summer fall apart using his mouth and fingers was quickly becoming a firm favourite of his. Sated, exhausted and content, they lay tangled in a curled up heat on top of the rug some time later, the last flickering flames from the dying embers disappearing to leave a faint light in the otherwise darkness.
Smiling, he pressed a kiss to her bare shoulder and smoothed some of her hair back from her face, never wanting to let her go, never wanting her to let him go, and he simply cradled her against his chest so tightly that it was near impossible to tell where one ended and the other began.
It took considerable effort to bring herself to say, soft in the darkness, ‘We should go to bed. I don’t want you to catch a chill.” Moving would mean parting from him, even if only for a few moments, and she didn’t want that.
“Anything, god, please,” Summer begged, helplessly shoving back against Isaac every time the werewolf bit him. This was not the result of whatever spell had reshaped him; this was empathy and desire, pure and simple and unstoppable. His cock throbbed, his neck throbbed where he’d been bitten (though he could see that skin hadn’t been broken). “God you’re cruel,” he whimpered.
“Mmm, call me Isaac,” he teased him with a laugh heavy in his words, continuing to stroke the other off as he moved lower and lower behind him, dropping to his knees and pressing an open-mouthed, messy kiss to the slight curve of his rear. He stilled completely then, still holding Summer in his hand as he gazed up at him, awaiting his permission. “Can I?”
For answer, the redhead leaned over the counter, letting Isaac’s hair go and bracing both arms on the formica. He spread his legs a little for balance and grinned over his shoulder at Isaac. “Come on, then, tease.” There was a jagged break in the words, formed from need and desire and the synergy between them.
Maybe it was the fact that they’d been so long apart. Maybe it was knowing that they couldn’t be parted again. Whatever it was, there was something in the way he made love to her, fierce and tender, somehow both possessive and yielding, that made her burn. Between kisses she named him over and over again, tracing every part of him with her hands.
It hadn’t been too long in all honesty, but his mind and body disagreed, relearning how to move against Summer’s, eagerly drinking in her moans and returning her kisses with an almost feverish passion. He never wanted this moment to end, and as he continued to make love to her in front of the fireplace, he couldn’t even tear his eyes away from her own, her name constantly on his lips.
They loved each other for hours as the fire slowly died down, leaving the room in dimming shadows. At some point they undressed each other, Summer slowly peeling him out of shirt and trousers, Isaac reverently removing her dress. He took her again atop the heap of her skirts while she kissed every inch of exposed skin she could reach.
He taught her how to use her mouth for him in other ways, until he was near incoherent with desire, then gently held her flat and reciprocated until she pleaded for mercy. There was no part of the other each did not touch, or kiss, or caress, until they curled in a weary heap before the faded embers.
Summer made an incoherent sound compounded of pleasure and effort as he took more of Isaac’s weight. He had to plant his free hand against the counter, eyes slipping shut again, to hold them both up. “Fuck, Isaac,” he breathed, and fisted his hand in the werewolf’s hair. The problem, if it could be called that, with opening up a link between them was that the emotions bounced back and forth, heightening and intensifying with each pass.
“Mmm, we already did that earlier, I thought it was my turn to take you…” he murmured huskily and bit down on his earlobe, neck and shoulder, glancing over to their reflections as he continued to shamelessly rut against his boyfriend’s rear. “What do you want me to do to you, Summer?”
“Anything, god, please,” Summer begged, helplessly shoving back against Isaac every time the werewolf bit him. This was not the result of whatever spell had reshaped him; this was empathy and desire, pure and simple and unstoppable. His cock throbbed, his neck throbbed where he’d been bitten (though he could see that skin hadn’t been broken). “God you’re cruel,” he whimpered.
“How, exactly,” she said through gritted teeth, swearwords bouncing off the inside of her skull like slung stones, “were you planning to help?” Blood dripped out of the gash on the top of her arm, and her body tensed and twitched in tune with the high, sharp hum of pain.
There’s this great myth out there that we call the “Over-consumption Myth,” which goes: If you earn a decent income, and you’re in trouble financially, it must be because you’re blowing all your money at the Gap, and TGIF. The myth is so powerful, it almost seems like heresy to question it. But when we actually looked into the data on what real families actually spend, it’s just not true. An average family of four actually spends less on clothing than their parents did a generation ago, adjusted for inflation. That includes all the Tommy Hilfiger sweatshirts and all the Nike sneakers. How does this work? Well we forget all the things we don’t spend money on anymore — how many kids have leather shoes for Sunday school anymore? How many people dress up in wool suits for work everyday?
The point is that families today are spending their money no more foolishly than their parents did. And yet they’re five times more likely to go bankrupt, and three times more likely to lose their homes. Families are going broke on the basics —housing, health insurance, and education. These are the kind of bills that you can’t just trim around the edges in the event of a downturn.
Yes. This. I can’t tell you how many times I have been around and around and over and under our budget, and there’s nothing else left to cut. I shop carefully — my son’s summer clothes come from thrift stores because he grows so fast, his school clothes come from Old Navy, bought on sale a season ahead of time with coupons and during ‘clearance even on clearance.’
My groceries are healthy but careful.
My only indulgence is my tablet, and that’s $23 a month until it’s paid off. Hardly a bank-breaker.
A minimum of 50% of the expensive, nice, electronic things in our home have been gifts from one parent or another. Including one of his cars. We’re shaving so finely in the budget I’m nagging him about the $5 he spends on a drink and snack when he buys gas, and worried about the $5 I spend on lunch at work.
