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Post by Anna on Jun 20, 2009 23:42:34 GMT -6
Mist lowered his head, both relieved and worried by her response. He'd lived his long life alone. His lovemates had never been long term. His furmates, few. While he'd never lacked for joining partners, there weren't many who could be happy with the demands made on a healer, or a healer's own need to keep some part of himself private and free of the lives, spirits, and minds he touched. A chief had much the same problem. It could either form a bond between them - or drive them far apart.
But he was relieved that she had understood that time was needed, and hadn't demanded more than he could honestly give her. It showed, as much as the silky hair pulled back in a chief's lock, that she really wasn't a cub anymore.
He brushed his lips against her throat, mouth opened just a bit to brush his tongue lightly against her wet skin. **I'm open to suggestions, chieftess, but you've yet to have your plantshaper form our dens, and this riverbank has a sad lack of trees.**
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Post by Kris on Jun 21, 2009 0:15:25 GMT -6
Stormfire nearly leaped out of her skin at Mist's caress--and then froze at his send. **I--oh, no--** She looked around in dismay and realized that Mist was right. There was no shelter to be found along the river.
"Ohhh," and she gave him a wry grin. "Wonderful. The only way we'll get any privacy is if we learn how to breathe underwater." She paused. "Sunsong's enjoying the water, too--wait," and she caught sight of bushes growing farther down the riverbank. Chuckling, Stormfire tilted her head to give Mist a sidelong glance. "If we can't have a tree, do you think a bush might do?"
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Post by Anna on Jun 21, 2009 1:00:01 GMT -6
Mist followed her gaze and stifled a chuckle against her neck. The bushes were thick and lined the bank a ways upstream. They took full advantage of the water that was so close them, and grew in enthusiastic abundance. The darkness and the strangers had concealed them from immediate notice, but now that he saw them, he thought they just might do.
But after Stormfire's surprise, Mist felt he owed a return favor. "They'll do quite well," he agreed, taking slow steps towards those night-hidden bushes. "But if it's only your pleasure we're seeking, even broad light of day in the midst of the tribe, it could be done." He brushed his hand along her shoulder, an innocent caress. The sliding warmth of his healer's magic unfolding within her, however, was not so innocent. He slowly pulled back the magic after giving her just that taste. There were reasons that he was sought as a lovemate, despite the brevity of those relationships!
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Post by Kris on Jun 21, 2009 21:55:47 GMT -6
Stormfire let out a strangled gasp as Mist's touch awakened a sensation throughout her body that set every part of her trembling. What wasn't trembling was heated from within; her blood felt like hot sap, trickling through her with sweetly agonizing slowness.
"Oh, no," she got out, her voice a rasp. "Let the others find their own fun! I'm not giving them a show." She leaned in to nuzzle at his neck and earlobe before drawing away. *My knees feel ready to give,* she sent to him, grinning. *So you can race me to the bushes and win, or walk with me and help me get all this off when we get there.*
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Post by Anna on Jun 21, 2009 22:44:37 GMT -6
*Let them give,* Mist suggested, leaning back it the water and pulling her with him. *We're in a river, and there's no need to race.* He stretched an arm out, then swept it down, propelling them both through the water so that it slid in a long, liquid caress over their bodies. Mist's hand pressed against the small of Stormfire's back, and his fingers gently massaged the bared skin between the bottom of her bodice and the waistband of her skirt. As he stroked forward again, he could feel her shiver against him, and he smiled and bent his head to her throat.
*I'll help you get them off,* he promised as they came abreast of the bank. He stopped their swim and lifted her out of the water. Moonslight glimmered and glinted off the surface, but Mist quickly had them amidst the tall bushes, and the deep shadows cast by their thick, bulky shapes gave them all the privacy they needed. *I would have more light to see you,* he admitted wistfully, settling to ground that was carpeted in slick, fallen leaves. He lowered Stormfire to his lap, raising one knee for her to lean back against. He caressed her cheek, then drew his fingers down her neck and to the lacings that held her bodice closed. Water had made the leather tight and hard to manager. He picked at it with his fingers until the tie loosened and he slowly drew the laces free and eased the bodice away.
"Was this what you had in mine, my chieftess?" Mist murmurred as the bodice slipped away.
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Post by Kris on Jun 22, 2009 22:48:10 GMT -6
"Definitely," Stormfire murmured, sliding her hands down to Mist's waist, taking her time to undo his trousers.
The bushes were not a den, and the grass was a poor substitute for a fur, but the rest surpassed Stormfire's expectations . . .
# # # #
**Mist?**
**Hmm?**
**Am I asleep, or dead? Everything went black. I can't tell if I'm still here.**
**You aren't either one, Stormfire. Here, let me show you . . .**
**Oh. Oh--oh, I'm definitely not asleep!**
A deep chuckle. **Neither am I.**
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