Something different in the air

[Lovely]

November 21, 2008
evening
Veinna Estate
follows Marc's exit from: Scent of a wolfen


Damn it to hell why did Mitch have to be off duty tonight? He could have been sweetly exploring that exotic redhead in all of her forms... that ass, that ruff, that mind ripping scent that still had him limping with need. Marc trotted through the hall, padding quietly, sniffing the air and occasionally limping from pain as well. His head was hung lower than usual in defeat but he wasn't giving up completely. He conceded the fight only by unfortunate unconsciousness and now he watched his own back, making sure he wasn't targetted again for another round. At least wrestling with Mitch wasn't near the top of the list. He wanted his chain yanked by a softer, far prettier pup. The thoughts of Lily gripping his fur instead were making the discomfort too much to endure in his feral form and he stopped in the shadows, pulling his form painfully back into human form. He bit into his own arm to keep from screaming out in other pain as fur receded and skin stretched and retracted to give his manly and very erect form. Breathless before he'd entered her room, he steadied himself and shuffled to her room, still aware of scents and sounds, but assured he wasn't followed. He didn't knock but tested the door, pushing it open and locking it behind himself quickly. His eyes were still a furious crimson and the snarl of his anger from his losses still steamed as he stared across the room at the young blonde.

Lily's day and troubles were nothing in comparison with how Marc's evening had gone, but they had put a delicate frown on her face as she went through her evening routine. She was lost in her thoughts, concerned about cheer practice and which days she had to work at the office, parties and boys her age that she didn't like at all. She hadn't had any interest in the boys who were considered her peers since that night in the garden with Marc. She had of course tried to deny it to herself, to Marc, and attempted to prove it wasn't anything by flirting with more boys than usual. She'd gone as far as claiming one of those peers she wasn't really interested in as her steady boyfriend. It seemed to make her parents happy but Lily wasn't happy with him, she was only pretending. Her real happiness came in stolen moments, kisses that made her knees feel weak, and the times she found herself wrapped up in Marc's arms. Sometimes, like tonight, it was entirely distracting! She was having trouble just focusing on bathing and getting dressed for bed, she managed somehow to slip into the silk top with it's spagetti straps and the matching short shorts and was standing near the end of her bed, chewing her lower lip when she heard her door open. Lily's gaze lifted to see Marc enter, the door closed behind him and she thought she heard a faint click. Her heart started beating faster as she stared over at him, a shy but sweet smile coming to her face. She felt the familiar curl of her insides and the rush of anticipation that occurred whenever he was near. He seemed angry and though most people would probably be very afraid of him, Lily was more excited to see him. "Hi." She said quietly, not sure what to do for a moment.

He hadn't noticed through the fur but now as his skin tickled he noticed the blood drawing short lines where he'd reopened wounds during his transformation. The nearly-there smile faded as he turned from the door, inspecting all over to ensure he left no traces on the carpet... and didn't stand too close for Mitch to smell the rusty iron in his veins. Maybe he'd already swallowed enough of it he no longer had a taste for it. "Hi," he managed to mutter out around a clenched jaw as he reached for the nearest wad of cloth he could blot himself with. "Damn. I could chew his lungs out for this."

"You're... bleeding!" The concern was clear in her soft voice as she looked beyond his face to really see him. It wasn't the carpet she was worried about or someone discovering him there. "..and naked." She whispered the last as she moved toward him, reaching out to bring him deeper into the room. "Who did this?" She asked as she motioned toward the bathroom with a silent offer to help clean him up and nurse his wounds.

"Mitch," he muttered flatly with contempt, throwing the bloodied cloth in his hand into the sink where it could be soaked clean again. "Don't... Just give me a minute and come here," he said, not wanting to be coddled over his wounds. He was fired up and her scent, her room, this room filled with all her feminine everything took hold of his sense of smell and helped clear the earlier arousing aroma away.

She pulled back from him a little, starting to bite her lip a little again. "I'm sorry." She whispered under her breath and followed him into the bathroom. "Why did Mitch do this?" She asked hesitantly, not wanting to make him more angry.

[Lovely]

"Does it matter?" He asked out loud but in a whisper like he was only asking himself. He looked at his reflection briefly and turned away from it to look at her instead. He held his hands out to her and her white outfit and offered a partial grin. His eyes closed a moment and his muscles tensed all over in a quiver of controlled shifting, a manipulation of the wounds to help them seal though they would not heal without time or one of their doctors. He sighed and relaxed with more of a grin as he opened his eyes again and reached out to embrace her. "There now. Better, hm?"

"Does it?" She asked softly, watching him take care of himself after refusing to allow her to help. That stung a little and it surprised her, the pout turning her lips down. She slowly moved into his embrace as he reached for her, wishing she was more feral so she could tend his wounds. Her breath brushed his shoulder as she carefully slid her arms around him, he was smiling now and that made her feel better, she started to smile in return. "Better." She agreed quietly.

"Mm.. yes, I think it is," he considered with her breath giving him a pleasant chill she'd feel quiver through him especially through the thin fabric of her sleep shorts. "I think you can make me feel even better," he suggested with a kiss on her hair while he hooked a finger under one of the spidery straps on her shoulder.

"Can I?" She asked, purposely shifting so she would rub against him through the silk of her shorts, she acted innocent but the look in her eyes was far from it. Her shoulder lifted slightly to help with easing the soft fabric from her skin.

"Much better," he agreed with a slight raise of his eyebrow and an arm sliding around her petite waist. He would turn her to set her on the counter if he didn't startle her.

"Why won't you let me... " She hovered her warm breath on his shoulder as he turned and gently lifted her to the edge of the counter. "Is it weird that I have the urge to lick you?"

"Because I didn't want a nurse. I want you," he explained gently, ducking into her line of vision to hold her gaze and chart his way to a sizzling kiss. Her question wasn't lost on him but he wanted this and needed it first. "Lick me... noooo... not weird if you're a wolf," he said finally, his confusion and building concern apparent.

"Well I'm right here.." She murmured, kissing his jaw and his neck, trying to resist the draw to his shoulder the the urge inside of her to lick his wounds. Her hands pressed flat against his back, her compassion kicking in with their contact. Her kiss drifted and her tongue ever so lightly ran over one of the marks on his shoulder.

Air rushed in a gasp of surprise as her tongue slithered over the icy wound. Marc tipped his head to her shoulder trying to regain some composure from the unexpected sting and chill that was nearly euphoric as his nerves sang. "My god what did you just do," he whispered out, curling closer.

One hand smoothed up his good side to curl at the back of his neck, gently stroking the ends of his hair. "I guess I'm a freak.. cause I'm not a nurse.. but I -need- to do this. I need to take care of you. Marc.. I.." She was afraid to say the thought and the emotion that ran through her, she was touching him and it was likely he'd feel the pure love she felt even if she denied it. Her tongue ran over his shoulder again, less shy about it but still tender in caring for his wound.

[Lovely]

***** 3 hours later *****

Lily had endured him for longer than any of the times before this, she'd been more eager and hungry for him as well, encouraging him and responding to his roughness with a vigor and excitement that was new. They had tumbled, played, loved, and she'd licked his wounds thoroughly.. as well as his everything else. They played harder than ever and longer and now she was exhausted, but happily so, she was even smiling as she dozed. Her form curled and tangled with his and the sheets that would need to be replaced, she would have to figure that one out later. Her breathing was nearly normal again, the only light in the room from the moon slipping around the curtain. She wished he could stay but knew it wasn't safe.

"Lily...," he wasn't sure what he could say or needed to. Anything he uttered in plain words wasn't enough and might ruin the perfection of how she felt beside him. He'd moved his hand from her hip to rub his sore shoulder, remarking silently with his expression how much less it ached and how he could scarcely feel the etch of the marks now. His hand slid back down her arm and hugged her close. "I can't stay," he said sadly, the ever-present reminder that his head would be torn from its shoulders if he were found out.

She was amazingly happy, stretching lightly under his touch.. and then he uttered the dreaded words which she knew were so very true. Her face contorted slightly in an effort not to give in to the sudden and strong urge to cry. "I know." She whispered when she could finally speak, though even in the hushed tone her voice broke and the sadness flowed through the words. "I hate.. when you have to leave.. hate it so much. I want you to stay. I wish you could." Her fingers sought his to clench into them tightly as she turned her head to look at him.

"Change fathers and families and I might. Maybe someday... someday soon," he said, not sure he could really promise her such things but the feeling that tremored through her into his hand was powerful enough to make him promise her the moon in the sky if she wouldn't cry. He pulled his hand away quickly, pretending it was only to stretch. The ache of her turmoil was too much for him to endure. "I wish I could, but I have to be on duty in an hour," he realized, his eyes landing on the clock and his head landing back on her rumpled pillow with a thud.

"I'm considering putting myself up for adoption.. I don't know if I'd get any takers though." She tried to joke but it wasn't really that funny and she sighed instead, snuggling deeper into her pillow as she watched him. "Marc.. there was something.. different about tonight.. " She trailed off, feeling unsure where a few moments before she'd known without a doubt what he was feeling.

He almost said he would take her until she sighed. "I know," he remarked quietly. He wasn't sure what was different or whether the different thing was a good thing. He had his suspicions and there was a underlying thought that made those suspicions terrifying to him. Animals.. ferals... healed with their tongues and she'd insisted, but as far as he knew, she wasn't feral. After last night, he doubted everything he thought he knew and the idea made his blood turn to ice. Bronwyn had been in heat and he'd reacted so strongly to her, but had been away from her for hours, he'd thought, and shouldn't have been able to smell her anymore, or be so overwhelmingly affected. Unless it wasn't Bronwyn at all, but Lily. He was usually blissfully aroused from her scent but the attraction had been ten-fold, as if she was also in heat. He'd accommodated her every way possible with no second thought or concern about what that might mean. How long would it be before they'd know, and how long could it be hidden? How long, he asked himself with his mouth going dry, before his headless body would be buried in the rose garden and they made her suffer just because she'd been so dearly loved? "I'm not sure what it is, but I enjoyed every minute of you," he confided, ensuring the last thing she'd feel from him this morning would be his feeling for her, not the concern over the situation. He curled around her, rubbing against her and feeling sore, but not caring. God, he loved the ache she'd given him and he chuckled into her shoulder.

"Me too. It was..wow and you were.. mmmm. There aren't words to describe it." She'd been wary, concerned herself but feeling him wrap around her and rub against her, blew all those worries away for the moment. She sighed again, this time it sounded completely content as she snuggled into his embrace. "I hate the stupid damn rules!" She whispered harshly, looking into his eyes and placing her hand over his heart. "Sometimes I feel so sure of how you feel about me and other times I'm afraid that.. well it's silly in a way but that I don't mean anything to you. You mean everything to me, Marc. I know a couple of months ago I never would have believed I'd feel like this, but after tonight. Something in me has changed. When I'm with you, it feels right. I feel.. like I'm supposed to be with you, that I was made to be with you. It's like something so deep inside me screams it, knows it.. every part of me knows it now.. like instinct or.. I don't know. I've never felt anything like it."

"Instinct," he chuckled again and his head shook. "Might just be Agnes' cooking.. something in the oyster stew," he teased, covering her hand on his chest and knowing neither of them had eaten such a thing. "At least part of me is made to be with you. Wait for me tonight after dinner. It wants to spend more time with you."

Her expression waivered for a moment and she seemed like she didn't quite know how to react to his words. "See.. it's things like that that make me wonder." She said softly, hoping he meant his heart but thinking he was likely speaking about his dick. "Here or in the gardens?" She asked, knowing she'd meet him regardless of which part of him he meant with his comments.

His fingers clasped around her hand to pull it up to his kiss before he started to untangle. "The gardens. I'll have desert waiting for you," he grinned. His touch would reassure her his heart was most interested in her time but he certainly couldn't deny the rest.

She smiled sweetly at what she felt flow from him before he started to untangle from her, she pulled him back for a searing kiss to help keep his mind on her as he went about his day. "I'll be there." She whispered, nipping lightly at his lips before letting him go and returning to her pillow.