Moonlight discoveries

[Lovely]

Febuary 2, 2009
11:30pm
Brookshire Hotel

Tasa had spent the past few days with Justin, undressed and not caring whether it was day or night as they tumbled and tangled and enjoyed each other. They had slept in short naps between more vigorous activity, but had not slept a full night or for any long period of time. Tasa was sore in a few places and muscles she didn't even know she had, but none of it lasted long as her body quickly healed and had her ready for more. Tonight they had both finally tired each other out and fallen asleep but as was usual for her, Tasa was restless and found it hard to stay asleep for long. She didn't want to disturb Justin but could not lay still in the bed beside him, so she gently climbed out of the bed. What was there to do at this time of night that wouldn't disturb him? She had the feeling that if she tried to leave, he'd wake up and tackle her, in a good way of course, before she even got out the door. She started to pace, but only took a few steps when her eyes locked on his sleeping form. He was so beautiful, his face so perfect in his repose...

Tasa had few belongings but what she did have was put to use with a talent she never shared with others. She found herself curled in a chair near the bed in the nude, with her sketch book, pencils, and a bit of charcoal -the few personal belongings she had. She wasn't feeling as restless now as she sat, watching and drawing while he slept.

She found he wasn't a heavy sleeper, either, dozing a few minutes here and there, but always a breath away from waking and keeping an eye on things. Like now, his eyes opened slowly, aware from the spot she'd been that was now cool that she was somewhere else in the room. Uncertain if she was asleep, he hadn't moved yet, not wanting to startle her. To his own surprise he saw her in the moonlight wearing only a few smudges of charcoal and caressing an image on the page in her lap instead of him for the moment. "Should I be jealous that you got out of bed for him?" He teased though he stayed perfectly still as she drew.

She didn't quite jump as he spoke, though the way she went still and her eyes widened, showed that he had surprised her with his words, she had been looking down and not realized he was awake. She glanced up now and smiled a little shyly as she looked into his now open eyes. "Hold still.. almost done." She whispered softly, biting the end of her tongue lightly to keep from giggling, though she was blushing. She was quiet for another couple of minutes, concentrating on her work and then nodding to him that he could move. "All set, you can move." Her fingers brushed over lines as she perfected the shading, bluring, and such of the portrait.

He didn't move far, but smiled now and stretched a little, reaching for her, the drawing... both. "That's not gonna go up on America's Most Wanted or anything, is it?"

"No .. just mine." Her cheeks are still a bit pink and her eyes flicker to him and then back to the page, her fingers dark with smears and smudges of the pencils and charcoal.

"Do I get to see it or are you one of those artists I'll have to follow to every trash can to save everything you don't think is good enough?"

Her eyebrow arched a bit and her slight pout told him he was partly right, she usually did toss her stuff -though there were several recent pieces in her book at the moment. "Shush." She scolded him softly, holding the book in her finger tips and leaning forward with a shy yet playful smile. "You're just determined to be my first everything aren't you? You.. really want to see it?"

"That's me all over. Determined. What can I say? I know what I like, and I know what I want... usually I get it," he shrugged a little, moving the sheet and reaching for the book. "And thanks. I don't know if anybody's ever drawn me before. I'm really flattered."

[Lovely]

It was actually a beautiful work, though she didn't feel confident about her talent. "Don't be too flattered, I suck.." Her fingers hesitantly released the book to his grasp and she leaned back in the chair she'd pulled over. She'd not even bothered with anything to cover herself when she'd awoken restless and sank into the one thing that she could sit still and do. His form in the moonlight and shadows of the room had been to beautiful not to capture. "I wish I had more blue.. just this little piece.. it wasn't enough.." She said softly, almost sadly, holding up the tiny piece that remained barely a pencil eraser in size and nearly used to crumbling.

"We'll get you more blue. This is really good, Taisian. I'm serious. I wouldn't kid you about that," he said, looking at the work and sitting up to look more closely, admiring the attention and emotion in it. "You don't suck. Well..." He realized his tease a little and motioned to the picture, giving her a playful grin.

"You know if you want me to.. you just have to.. ask." She teased back, smiling and still blushing a little as she came up on all fours to climb onto the bed again. "Thank you." She murmured into a nuzzle against his cheek, neck and shifting towards his shoulder.

"Thank you," he grinned, considering her offer, but still stunned by her art and the depth of the girl he was getting to know better. "You want me to pose... or not pose.. you want me to sleep more so you can draw me, just ask. Or give me a reason to be dreaming more," he added, setting the picture carefully aside to pay attention to the artist instead, pulling her up into his lap.

"Another first.. put a little check in that box." She murmured, tilting to kiss his shoulder and wrapping her arms around him. "My very own model.. hmmm the possibilities.." She smiled softly, he'd feel the curve of it against his neck as she turned to entwine more around him, her legs sliding around his back and gentle kisses whispering over him. "Guess I'll just have to give you things to dream of.. be the girl of your dreams.. don't think I'd mind being that to someone."

"You may just be hitting a few firsts on my list too," he whispered, craning and stretching as her kisses traveled. "How do you feel about a shower now?"

She smiled, thinking she'd love being his first anything. Her kisses trailed and lingered as he stretched, with a few licks and nibbles brought over his skin. "Mmm nothing better than a nice steaming shower.. except maybe someone to steam it up more.. wanna go test out that idea?"

"Hmm... so you're a mind reader too? Tell me. What am I thinking now?" He curled around her, returning some of the teasing and taking his kisses over her canvas.

It was her turn to arch and stretch to feel his kisses more over her skin. "mmm that I am the most amazing woman you've even known." She teased, not thinking he would be thinking anything remotely like that.

"Works for me," he murmured, taking the kisses lower and tangling them more in the sheets.

Her mouth opened to find some tease but there was nothing and she was touched that he thought highly of her. His kiss was met with her sigh of pleasure and her melting back to the mattress and tugging him with her.

[Lovely]

[]

*********

You know it's damn good when you don't want to get up out of a puddle on the floor, she thought to herself, nearly chuckling. Her arm rose lazily to reach his hand and let him help her up. Before leaving she wrapped around him quickly to share a lingering relaxed, yet still passionate kiss.

"Yeah well, screw sleep," he said, chasing after that kiss and her, swooping down to scoop her up in his arm. "You... come with me."

She let a quiet yelp out as he scooped her up and laughed, leaning her head down to 'chew' playfully on his shoulder. "Where are you taking me?"

He hinted at the bed but only for a moment, reaching for the pillows and handing them to her. "To howl at the moon," he chuckled.

"Well maybe I should change.." She teased a slight flared shone in her eyes for a moment.

"Works for me," he said, moving to the heavy curtain that closed off the view of their little balcony. They were several floors up overlooking the industrial park they'd left behind, facing the beach that was a few miles away. They were up high enough that it was still an amazing panorama under the moonlight.

She held the pillows in front of her and followed to stand by his shoulder to gaze out. "It's a nice view." She murmured softly, dropping the pillows to wrap around his waist from the side and slightly behind him. Her lips brushed over the back of his shoulder and his arm. "Makes me want to run."

"Makes me want to take you right here," he admitted quietly, looking over the view, but feeling her so near. He turned around to face her. "When we get back. There's something I want to show you."

"Well when you put it like that.. I can see that too." She was smiling softly when he turned and her head tipped curiously, wondering what he had to show her. "We're.. going?"

He nodded. "That run sounds great, but I want to show you something first. Then, when we get back..," he grinned and nodded back to the balcony. "There's something else I want to show you."

Her smile showed clearly her delight at the desires they shared, a run in the moonlight.. each other.. Tasa nodded and reached for his hands. "Alright.. show me."

"You'd... better sit down," he warned. He'd never watched himself change form and didn't want to scare her. She'd feel the ripple begin in his hands where she held him, his tendons binding and twisting as the masses constricted and shifted, becoming heavy paws.

She took a step back as the shift began, a low growl coming from her in surprise and uncertainty. She fell to a crouch, her eyes watching intently. "Oh shit..." She murmured and found herself mesmerised by him.

Shifting at will rather than necessity allowed him to tranform as slowly as the physical ability would allow without injury. First, the paws he held out to her to watch before setting them and himself down to the floor in a similar crouch. His arms twisted and bent awkwardly at the elbow, then at the shoulder as he appeared to curl into himself, though no pain was involved. He stretched and arched regally as his spine realigned, pulling his hips up and his legs back in one direction and knitting a fine weave of hair from his shoulders and up his neck at the other, matting down over his nose as his features twisted and elongated, though the ice-blue eyes remained crystalline clear and watching her.

[Lovely]

"Shit.." She whispered again, she'd been honest when she told him she'd never been around anyone else like her. Tasa had met a couple ferals in her travels, one wolf but she'd only been partial and had not had the ability to shift forms. Tasa licked her lips softly and slowly reached a down turned hand toward him, curious but cautious. "I knew.. but I didn't know you were just like me.." Her voice was a whisper, almost frightened sounding. She had gotten caught up in him and what they had been sharing, she forgot for a moment how alone she'd felt her whole life never knowing anyone like her or being able to understand some things about herself.. never having anyone to talk to about it. Now here this guy was, a chance meeting in a bar when she mistook him for someone else.. and he was.. what she had been waiting and longing her whole life to find.. Tasa pulled back feeling overwhelmed by it and the intesity of her emotions and all she'd been feeling and sharing with him. She curled into herself, feeling the pull of the change coming over her as she fought tears that came from the well of emotion.

His nose tipped her hand up to let it land on the top of his head and he licked her wrist gently. He hadn't mastered speech in this form, but his eyes held the same expressive ability as before. He took a slow step forward to nudge her and lay down beside her.

She curled further into a ball, freaked out, not by what he was but that she'd found it in him and now. She growled a little, bringing her hands to cover her face and the flare in her eyes as she rocked gently, not sure she'd be able to fight off the change. She had the desperate urge and need to run.. just run as far and hard as her legs would carry her.

As she turned inward, he edged closer, reaching up to lick her hands that covered her face as he rested a paw on her leg. He was near to help her any way she needed and didn't want her to be afraid. He also sensed the fear and tried to quell it.

She jerked back from the touch and stared at him, feeling the tears slip down her cheeks and cursing quietly at her weakness. "It's not you.." She whispered, not sure he'd understand as she went down on all fours to let the change take her. She let it come as quickly as it would, and shook out a coat of silken black fur the color of the darkest part of night, even seeming to have a shimmer of blue in the lights. The door into the hall had a normal handle that she couldn't open in this form but the door to the balcony had a different latch and she could swat it open. She did and used her nose to swing it open, turning back to Justin with a soft whimper as if saying sorry and perhaps goodbye as she circled into the room to get a running start. She nuzzled him gently and licked his muzzle, pacing a few feet further to ensure she'd have enough speed to make the jump.

One thing he was, was fast. In his mind he cursed violently for leaving the door open to the world outside, and the deadly drop below. The growl if she understood it at all in that split second was a catch phrase for all of the boys that maintained vigil over the Veinna brood ... 'not on my watch'... as he flew at her to knock her aside, into the wall or the rail, or just the door, but anything to keep her from clearing the rail.

She yelped and snarled as he plowed into her, knocked to the side into the frame of the door. There was a cracking sound and she bounced and rolled across the floor.

He was ready to set her down to the floor again. This time he wasn't playing or teasing. If he had to knock her cold, her wasn't letting her run away like this. The snarled warning rolled forth, but it wasn't for being mean for the sake of being mean. It was pure Alpha and a level of respect that was commanded. He understood she was afraid, and now in pain. He understood that she wanted to run.

She lay still for a moment and then let a soft defiant growl echo back to him as she slowly pushed herself up on all fours. The soft whine accompanied her movement as she limped a few steps eyeing him cautiously.

He stayed between her and the door, off to the side so she didn't try to launch over him. The crack was either her or the door, but he wasn't about to change back until she stayed put in order to investigate it. He snarled his warning again for her to move aside and stay.

[Lovely]

She wasn't used to having an Alpha or taking commands from anyone, so naturally she challenged him. Growling back softly, she was injured but not simply going to lay down like an obediant little puppy. She stalked slowly and carefully towards him, if he wanted her to stay he would have take her down and demonstrate his strength over her. He'd claimed her in human form and now in her more wild feral form he would need to claim her as well, teach her the way and the rules.. she'd been alone and never part of any pack.

He knew the posturing and the circling. The growl was from deep within to match hers. If she could stand, she could leap. If she could leap, she'd try and leave. He sprang to tumble her down again.

She wasn't as fast as usual due to her injury so she tried to dodge but he caught her back end and twisted enough for her to reach back snapping and whimpering as he rolled her. She fell to the floor under him, still trying to snap, but giving in and resting down with a soft pant at the pain the struggle was causing.

He snapped back, with a harsh growl, baring teeth and a piercing stare that was tinted with reds and golds within the ice, reaching again for her neck to hold her down.

She tried to buck under him as he caught ahold of her neck, but his weight and her injuries made her stop. She growled softly though he held her down, finally letting it fade out to a small whine of defeat.

His jaw gripped a little harder before he let go, still wary. A moment of defeat wasn't usually the end of the battle. He stepped back and watched, waiting to see if she had enough fight to continue her lesson.

Her head lifted and she shook out her fur a little, snapping her teeth in his direction. She gingerly pushed herself back up on her feet and turned toward him again.

The look was a challenge. He growled...try for him ... then a swing of his head...or try for the door, but he didn't want to see her simply give up. One she could have any way she wanted, but the other wasn't an option unless she killed him first.

Her head turned toward the door and she turned back to him for moment, growling. She charged at him snarling and snapping in fiesty defiance and anger that he'd held her down.

He let her bowl him down, but he curled and tumbled with her, letting them both regain their feet quickly and he waited for her to come again. She'd caught a fair chunk of his side, but he wasn't done yet.

She was limping a little, tumbling probably hurt her more than it did him. She circled back, ready.. getting her footing solid again and then running at him once more.

Not bowling down, but meeting her, paw and fang at the ready, he was up and vertical, swatting with each then snapping sharply as she came into him. The force set him back straight into the small table, splintering the pedestal.

She growled and snarled, charging at him as he went back into the table. Her pain forgotten for a moment as she attempted to get the upper hand and pin him down.

Using the broken wood as an odd angled leverage, he braced against it to again swat and snap at anything in reach, bouncing them both off the pieces of table and tumbling back into the center of the room.

Another sound of pain came from her as they rolled and she was slow to get up this time. Limping a little more but still growling at him, this time instead of going for him she tried for the door. She bolted, though hobbling, she at least tried instead of just giving up which she could tell he didn't want her to do.

As before, he charged after her, though not as gracefully as the first time, letting her get a little further, but hopefully not so far to clear the rail. This close, the fear was the momentum taking them both plummeting to the street below, or one watching the other fall to that certain death, not being able to stop it.

[Lovely]

He caught her just as she cleared the door and was about to leap. She wasn't hard to knock down, her whole side tender and bruised, her yelp was more like three or four strung together as she tumbled and slid along the floor. She stayed down a longer and it might have seemed like she wasn't going to get back up this time. Her pants mixed with a slight whining and her front leg not wanting to support her solidly as she finally tried to push herself up again.

He watched carefully, wondering if the lameness was a ruse or if she was truly hurting. A moment to sniff the air and taste it told him she wasn't faking it, but that she still had fight left. He took stance again and waited.

Tasa looked at him and then looked at the rail, whining softly. She knew there was no way she could attempt to make and jump to anywhere as much as she was hurting. It wasn't likely that she could take him either, but she had a chance there and he took a stance, showing that the fight was not over yet. Testing her front leg again, she was running at him on three legs, a low growl coming from her. She purposely dove low to get under him and try to toss him over with out tumbling herself.

Expecting her to go high, he was braced wrong and toppled over her into a wriggling heap, offering a yelp of surprise and taking on some of the splinters as he tumbled back into the pile of debris. His fur was glistening more as the bite she'd delivered bled out enough and now another puncture had caught his back leg. He snarled more at himself and reached to bite and lick the wood from his leg.

The scent of blood that wasn't her own caught her nostrils and she watched him lick at his wound. With a vicious snarl she went at his leg.

She was down on him as his guard was turned. He knew better. What was he thinking? The bite on top of the wound caused a sharper snap at her, at anything close as he wrestled to get to his feet.

She kept trying to snap at him as he caught her side several times and she whimpered. She lost her balance as he wrestled to get up, she was panting as her fight was wearing down.

He was favoring his back leg now and his fur was becoming matted on both sides from the blood, mostly his, he was sure. Was she done being foolish, he wondered. The scent of the blood was hard on her, that was apparent, and possibly deadly. He shook out his fur a little to unmatt what he could as he stepped gingerly back toward the door.

She watched him from where she'd landed on the floor, she was making no attempt to get up yet. He went to the door and she whined softly, gingerly pushing herself up, half limping half dragging herself she moved toward him. Sniffing the air and moving slowly, she whined again, coming up to him with her head down. He was injured, she was and she was worn down, carefully, slowly she brought her muzzle to his, sniffing and seeking to nuzzle lightly. She licked at him, wanting to tend to him and make sure he would be alright.

He snarled less angrily, nudging back, followed by a lick to let her know he understood. That lick was followed by another over her muzzle and another softly over her ear. The sound was almost a speaking voice, a 'thank you' to her in his relief for not making it over the rail.

Once he responded she began to nuzzle more, curling and rubbing against his face and neck. She licked him as well, slowly working back to his leg, sniffing and licking lightly. She gently cleaned the wound, expecting he might snap at her if she got it just right. She sniffed over him again making sure there were no other injuries that needed immediate attention. She licked his muzzle once more, a soft low sound like an apology to him came from her and then she limped off to the corner to lick her own wounds.

It was curious how she tended him. No one had taught her that. He slunk over beside her and slid down to help her with her own. Damage done would need more repair than he was skilled for and she wasn't ready for the boys back home yet. He might be able to get one of them out to her, but questions. He hated questions. He'd worry about that after sleep. He was feeling little choice now between the night and the day and now back to night, their romps, the change and now this. After helping her clean her fur, he couldn't help but set his head down, fading off to fast sleep, though he still heard the sounds around him interwoven in lupine dreams.

She'd likely cracked or broken bones, was awfully bruised and tender, she was quiet as he helped clean her up. She watched him drift off to sleep, turning to lick his muzzle as if kissing him good night before she stretched and rested her head against his side, keeping herself somewhat protectively blocking him as she too drifted to a light pained sleep.