She wasn't sure how long she'd been standing there, just staring out the window, but
when she looked back to the door she saw the kitten had finally left. Sighing in relief,
Fallon quickly opened the door, and took off for the woods at a slow trot.
The night air was invigorating, serving to lift her mood considerably, and she now wished
she'd come outside earlier. More and more she was finding just how much she loved just
hanging out in the trees, and tall grasses, running freely, and testing her new bobcat
abilities. Though she still preferred running with Cyrus, on the nights he worked late she
occasionally did venture out on her own, and still managed to have a good time.
She had been practicing her 'stealth' and 'hunt' abilities, and thought she had improved
tremendously. Of course the next time she ran with Cyrus she would need to test them out,
and get his opinion, before she'd pat herself on the back. But she really did think he'd
be proud of how well she had learned to adapt. She was actually able to catch small prey
with about a ninety percent success rate now. Unfortunately, the smaller prey just never
quite seemed to fill her hunger, and her success in catching much larger game was still
pretty bad.
When she reached the cave, her favorite place to shift now days, she quickly changed, and
slowly re-entered the night air. Fallon found comfort in the security of the cave
for changing, and was very glad Cyrus had found it for them. Whether it was their residual
scent, or just luck, no other animals had come to inhabit it since the two of them had
taken it over, so Fallon had no reason to worry about defending the territory. She hoped
she never did either. Her skills at subduing humans for feeding were reliant on her mental
abilities. Her encounters with animals were much less refined, and primal, and therefore
not near as auspicious. If she had come up against anything close to her own size, or even smaller but with an even slightly vicious temper, she was sure she'd flee as fast as her little cat legs could carry her.
Stretching, and digging her claws into the earth, Fallon pranced around the area outside the den for a few minutes, getting used to the feel of fur covering her, and operating on four legs now, instead of two. Sniffing the slight breeze she caught the scent of something familiar, but it took a few seconds to recognize it was the slightly musky scent of deer nearby. As exciting as the thought of feeding on a young buck sounded, Fallon had no faith in her ability to take anything that large down. So she resigned herself to seeking something smaller, and moved through the brush.
Creeped Out
For the fifth time in as many days, or less, Fallon sat in the kitchen and watched, through the window, as the kitten paw at the door. The light from the ambient bulbs cast shadows across the patio, but the spot where the kitten sat was bathed in light.
"Shoo!" She waved at the tiny mite, completely unfazing the animal. Something about the young cat had finally caused Fallon to question her sanity, and she no longer found the appearances cute, or fun.
She had started leaving small dishes of food out for the kitten, after she'd mentioned it to Cyrus. After she had put cat food onto the shopping list, it had appeared in the pantry, and she had begun the ritual. Fallon wasn't sure, but she assumed either Suki had bought the food, or arranged for it to be included with the weekly supplies ordered. In any event, even though Fallon had put the dish out, the cat had refused to eat it. Every night when Fallon woke, and checked, she was dismayed to find the dish still as full as when she'd set it out the morning before.
And yet the cat remained...always appearing when Fallon went outside, or stood in front of a window...the cat was always just a few feet away. It either meowed at Fallon, or clawed in an attempt to get in and be near Fallon, and if Fallon went out side, the cat was right at her feet. Sometimes it was extremely unnerving, and had almost caused Fallon to fall when she tried to avoid stepping on the tiny creature.
The part that really began bugging Fallon was whenever Cyrus or Suki came into the room, the cat would vanish. And each time Fallon would try to catch the cat, to show either Suki or Cyrus, the cat would take off and not return for up to a couple days at a time.
"Please...just scat!" She tried again to spook the cat into leaving,and sighed when the little white feline just sat and stared in return.
"What do you want?!" Her voice now a very loud, slightly frantic whisper, as she begged the animal to leave her alone. The night was late, or the morning was early, but in either case Fallon had yet to eat, and was getting a little anxious.
Cyrus had gone out, Fallon assumed on business, while Fallon had gone into town to do some last minute shopping for the party, and when she returned home she had been greeted at the front door by the pet. Ever since then she had tried every way she could come up with, to get rid of the cute pest, but now she had lost her patience, and just wanted a little peace and calm before it became time to turn in.
She hoped Cyrus would be home soon, but if not, she would help herself to a goblet of their private stock, and crawl into bed to wait for her mate to join her.
Turning her eyes from the persistent kitten, Fallon looked across the large yard to where the new house stood beckoning. She would have liked nothing more than to go out the door and up to the new house for another walk through, but she couldn't bring herself to face the cat. For now she was happy just looking at the house that she had seen go from raw two-by-fours and plaster, to become the magnificent home that would soon house her family. It still seemed impossible that she had, less than a year ago, lived in a small, one bedroom place in North Carolina. That tiny hovel would have fit into the lower suite of their current house...in the new house it would have fit in the garage.
Incredible.
Fallon
17 years ago
Cyrus
17 years ago
Cyrus arrived home pleased with all he had accomplished and full from the multitude of meals he had indulged in. His infrequent business contacts had increased lately much to his displeasure and he had been forced to wrap things up quite forcefully. No longer would they be calling upon his expertise at every turn, the young vampire he had hired would do wonderfully. The gift of psychometry would aid him well in determining ages of things as well as his degree in anthropology.
With that out of his way he had gone shopping. The small bag was now put in the vault within the safe room of the large house. There were still many days before he would need it close at hand. But he felt better for knowing this one small task was complete and he just had to finish getting everything else in order.
Walking back to the smaller old house he knew they would need to tear it down. Perhaps they would plant some trees in this spot rather than pave it over. Something quick growing but lovely to remember the joy of living with his mate for the first time somewhere. As he entered he noticed the small dishes of food. While he had never commented negatively about it he knew the kitten disturbed Fallon, which made him wonder why she fed it. In fact, he had never scented the beast let alone seen it. Quite puzzling.
He could smell Fallon though. Her scent was thick in the air and hovered by the door. She must have gone out to run. Since he had been out all night, gorging on his regular contacts he felt too full to waddle about outside. Instead he made his way to their suite and into a steaming shower, knowing his mate would return soon enough.
With that out of his way he had gone shopping. The small bag was now put in the vault within the safe room of the large house. There were still many days before he would need it close at hand. But he felt better for knowing this one small task was complete and he just had to finish getting everything else in order.
Walking back to the smaller old house he knew they would need to tear it down. Perhaps they would plant some trees in this spot rather than pave it over. Something quick growing but lovely to remember the joy of living with his mate for the first time somewhere. As he entered he noticed the small dishes of food. While he had never commented negatively about it he knew the kitten disturbed Fallon, which made him wonder why she fed it. In fact, he had never scented the beast let alone seen it. Quite puzzling.
He could smell Fallon though. Her scent was thick in the air and hovered by the door. She must have gone out to run. Since he had been out all night, gorging on his regular contacts he felt too full to waddle about outside. Instead he made his way to their suite and into a steaming shower, knowing his mate would return soon enough.
Fallon
17 years ago
Running through the trees, and jumping on, and over logs, and branches, Fallon got a pretty good work out, while also having a great time. But as things were want to do, the night was ending, and she now needed to focus on her meal. She slowed her gait to that of one just ambling along, and turned her face into the breeze. It felt so good to be out in the wonderfully natural setting, though had anyone asked, she doubted she'd ever be able to explain just how it felt.
It had been easy for her to lose track of time while out in the forrest, but now that she had stopped and looked off to the horizon, she could see the sky was changing ever so slightly from the pitch black of night to the deep navy of the coming day. She estimated there was a good hour or longer before the sun would lighten the navy to purple,blue, and pink, and another hour before the yellow rays actually peeked into the sky. So while it was now necessary to get down to business, she didn't need to feel anxious just yet.
She had crossed over the scent of rabbit several times as she'd run along the soft, piney ground, and now backtracked searching for the place where the odor was most concentrated. She found it quickly, and began sniffing the air, while stalking around a large, fallen tree. So quiet did she move that the only sound on the air was that of a waking bird, and a faint rustling behind the log, and under a bush that covered the far end of the decaying wood. Fallon guessed there must be a hole covered by the brush, and continued making her way towards it, carefully moving one paw in front of the other, almost as if in slow motion. She barely dared to breath, so calm and cautious was she, for fear she would alert her prey and ruin her chance of a quick strike.
As her nose nuzzled close to the earth, slinking beneath the green leaves, the evidence of rabbit was so strong she could almost taste it in her teeth. And then a flash of white, and she froze.
Off to the side of where she stood, caught in her peripheral vision, Fallon glanced, and saw the kitten. From surprise more than anything, she cried out, and then heard the sound of her prey escaping out the other side of the bush. Forgetting the kitten for a second, she pounced under the greenery and bit down, hoping to catch the rabbit before it had a chance to elude her. Her fangs bit air, and she cried out again. She'd missed, and her dinner was on it's way to who knew where.
Angry now, Fallon swerved sideways towards where she'd seen the irritating kitten, and growled viciously. It had been one thing to have the little pest just hanging around all the time, but now that it was causing her to lose her meal, she'd lost all patience with it.
However...there was nothing there. Staring at the spot where the kitten had been, Fallon saw nothing but the empty ground. Walking over in the direction of where the cat had been, Fallon grew puzzled. There was no scent, or tracks of anything having been there, and she didn't understand.
Was she losing her mind?
It had been easy for her to lose track of time while out in the forrest, but now that she had stopped and looked off to the horizon, she could see the sky was changing ever so slightly from the pitch black of night to the deep navy of the coming day. She estimated there was a good hour or longer before the sun would lighten the navy to purple,blue, and pink, and another hour before the yellow rays actually peeked into the sky. So while it was now necessary to get down to business, she didn't need to feel anxious just yet.
She had crossed over the scent of rabbit several times as she'd run along the soft, piney ground, and now backtracked searching for the place where the odor was most concentrated. She found it quickly, and began sniffing the air, while stalking around a large, fallen tree. So quiet did she move that the only sound on the air was that of a waking bird, and a faint rustling behind the log, and under a bush that covered the far end of the decaying wood. Fallon guessed there must be a hole covered by the brush, and continued making her way towards it, carefully moving one paw in front of the other, almost as if in slow motion. She barely dared to breath, so calm and cautious was she, for fear she would alert her prey and ruin her chance of a quick strike.
As her nose nuzzled close to the earth, slinking beneath the green leaves, the evidence of rabbit was so strong she could almost taste it in her teeth. And then a flash of white, and she froze.
Off to the side of where she stood, caught in her peripheral vision, Fallon glanced, and saw the kitten. From surprise more than anything, she cried out, and then heard the sound of her prey escaping out the other side of the bush. Forgetting the kitten for a second, she pounced under the greenery and bit down, hoping to catch the rabbit before it had a chance to elude her. Her fangs bit air, and she cried out again. She'd missed, and her dinner was on it's way to who knew where.
Angry now, Fallon swerved sideways towards where she'd seen the irritating kitten, and growled viciously. It had been one thing to have the little pest just hanging around all the time, but now that it was causing her to lose her meal, she'd lost all patience with it.
However...there was nothing there. Staring at the spot where the kitten had been, Fallon saw nothing but the empty ground. Walking over in the direction of where the cat had been, Fallon grew puzzled. There was no scent, or tracks of anything having been there, and she didn't understand.
Was she losing her mind?
Cyrus
17 years ago
Emerging from the shower feeling clean but still full, Cyrus made his way to the bed. It looked inviting and his first desire was to fall into a sated sleep till morning. Until his eyes noted the time on the small clock on the bedside table. Its hands were creeping slowly towards the first blush of morning. Deciding to go find his mate before falling asleep, Cyrus pulled on a pair of silk lounging pants. This pair at least had enough stability to keep a knife sheath along his back. Foregoing shoes, he stalked out to the door.
Scenting his mate was easy and he did not even need to shift to track her with his keen nose. Walking towards the tree line he heard a small animal skitter away wildly somewhere up ahead. The angry cries could only be his wildcat. She was learning to hunt which was good but it did cause heaps of frustration in the perfecting of the craft. His bare feet were silent as he gained ground towards his love. Once he caught sight of her small feline form, he crouched down with his hands on his bent knees.
"Love, sunrise is soon."
Scenting his mate was easy and he did not even need to shift to track her with his keen nose. Walking towards the tree line he heard a small animal skitter away wildly somewhere up ahead. The angry cries could only be his wildcat. She was learning to hunt which was good but it did cause heaps of frustration in the perfecting of the craft. His bare feet were silent as he gained ground towards his love. Once he caught sight of her small feline form, he crouched down with his hands on his bent knees.
"Love, sunrise is soon."
Fallon
17 years ago
With the breeze gently blowing that night, Fallon's senses had been assailed with various smells. As she had run in and through the trees, flowers, birds, rabbits, squirrels, deer, and even the gritty earth would waft into her nostrils. Yet when she smelled Cyrus, her entire being reacted differently.
She smelled him before she heard or saw him, but purely because a whisp of air happened to blow across him to her. Her head raised in the direction of the breeze, and she watched as he moved towards her as quiet as that breeze that blew. Though she couldn't really smile in her current form, if bobcats had body recognizable body language anyone would have been able to see just how excited and happy she was to see him. The kitten was completely forgotten, but the hunger in her belly still burned. She knew now that feeding would need to come from a bottle tonight, and not from the warm, moist flesh of game. It only bothered her a little now.
If she had remained there alone longer, she would have attempted to catch something else, and probably wound up sleeping in the cave. The image of sleeping alone, without Cyrus to curl around, was not appealing, so she was glad he had come looking for her. Moving to him, her head butted his side with a force that could have knocked him over...her enthusiasm at his arrival evident. Time was running out, and she knew she had to change, either there and now, or after returning to the house. But before she did, she had to greet him, and show him how much she loved his concern and attentions.
Rubbing her face across his chest, Fallon could smell that he'd recently bathed. The 'Cyrus' scent was still there, but it was muted...washed soft. That didn't stop her from nuzzling her nose into his neck, shoulders, and even down his stomach. When her face brushed across the silky pants, she was delighted to find the material didn't block the muskier scent of him there. Slightly aroused now, she made a tempered cry, nudged him between his legs, and then raised her face to look into his eyes. Her rough tongue lashed out and caught his left cheek just before she moved to his side, brushing the length of her fur against him.
When she had a little more room to change, she did. Her body stretched forward, her claws pressed into the earth again, her back bowed, and her neck pushed her head upwards. Shifting had become the easiest part of being a cat, and now always came off without a hitch. Of course she had never needed to change in anything less than a leisurely manner, and always in safe and familiar surroundings.
Now standing next to Cyrus, she turned to face him, and brushed her hand along the top of his shoulder, and onto his cheek and jaw.
"Hello my heart...I missed you. Thank you for coming to find me...now let's go home so I can feed, and welcome you properly, before the sun warms us."
She smelled him before she heard or saw him, but purely because a whisp of air happened to blow across him to her. Her head raised in the direction of the breeze, and she watched as he moved towards her as quiet as that breeze that blew. Though she couldn't really smile in her current form, if bobcats had body recognizable body language anyone would have been able to see just how excited and happy she was to see him. The kitten was completely forgotten, but the hunger in her belly still burned. She knew now that feeding would need to come from a bottle tonight, and not from the warm, moist flesh of game. It only bothered her a little now.
If she had remained there alone longer, she would have attempted to catch something else, and probably wound up sleeping in the cave. The image of sleeping alone, without Cyrus to curl around, was not appealing, so she was glad he had come looking for her. Moving to him, her head butted his side with a force that could have knocked him over...her enthusiasm at his arrival evident. Time was running out, and she knew she had to change, either there and now, or after returning to the house. But before she did, she had to greet him, and show him how much she loved his concern and attentions.
Rubbing her face across his chest, Fallon could smell that he'd recently bathed. The 'Cyrus' scent was still there, but it was muted...washed soft. That didn't stop her from nuzzling her nose into his neck, shoulders, and even down his stomach. When her face brushed across the silky pants, she was delighted to find the material didn't block the muskier scent of him there. Slightly aroused now, she made a tempered cry, nudged him between his legs, and then raised her face to look into his eyes. Her rough tongue lashed out and caught his left cheek just before she moved to his side, brushing the length of her fur against him.
When she had a little more room to change, she did. Her body stretched forward, her claws pressed into the earth again, her back bowed, and her neck pushed her head upwards. Shifting had become the easiest part of being a cat, and now always came off without a hitch. Of course she had never needed to change in anything less than a leisurely manner, and always in safe and familiar surroundings.
Now standing next to Cyrus, she turned to face him, and brushed her hand along the top of his shoulder, and onto his cheek and jaw.
"Hello my heart...I missed you. Thank you for coming to find me...now let's go home so I can feed, and welcome you properly, before the sun warms us."
Cyrus
17 years ago
Had his agility been less he would have ended up on his ass in the dirt instead of rocking to the side slightly. She was such a bold thing, nuzzling his bare skin and nosing around his barely clad manhood. His bold kitten's gentle nudges and licks were returned by his hands, stroking her fur and scratching those difficult to reach spots. Feeling the warm thick fur under his hands satisfied him in some deep way he could never fully understand. It was fitting and right that fate had blessed his mate with similar abilities to his.
Watching her shift was like trying to see the wind in a cloudless sky. You could only glimpse the things it stirred up once it was gone. Seeing his beautiful mate move easily from one form to the other pleased him. She was becoming more comfortable in her skins, which just weeks ago was not there. It was an amazing leap of progress that made him wonder if she was making other leaps with her abilities.
"I missed you too, my wildcat." His voice was warm as he wrapped an arm around her waist, holding her close to him before steering them towards the house and shelter for the dawning day. "You are in luck, I fed enough this eve to feed you for weeks."
The women that had regularly scheduled interludes with him had been put off for months. Tonight he had made all the rounds, drinking from all until they passed out from the pleasure. Since he had not touched them more than was necessary to get to their necks and kept his clothes on he did not feel this was a betrayal to his mate. They needed food and his method had worked for centuries. Though he could not predict his reaction should she hunt the same way in front of him. Shrugging off the thoughs he simply hoped Fallon would take pity on him and relieve some of the excess from him. He had half a mind to open a vein and do the job himself but had no wish to waste it upon the ground.
They gained the back door as the first trailing clouds shifted from dark blue to orange.
Watching her shift was like trying to see the wind in a cloudless sky. You could only glimpse the things it stirred up once it was gone. Seeing his beautiful mate move easily from one form to the other pleased him. She was becoming more comfortable in her skins, which just weeks ago was not there. It was an amazing leap of progress that made him wonder if she was making other leaps with her abilities.
"I missed you too, my wildcat." His voice was warm as he wrapped an arm around her waist, holding her close to him before steering them towards the house and shelter for the dawning day. "You are in luck, I fed enough this eve to feed you for weeks."
The women that had regularly scheduled interludes with him had been put off for months. Tonight he had made all the rounds, drinking from all until they passed out from the pleasure. Since he had not touched them more than was necessary to get to their necks and kept his clothes on he did not feel this was a betrayal to his mate. They needed food and his method had worked for centuries. Though he could not predict his reaction should she hunt the same way in front of him. Shrugging off the thoughs he simply hoped Fallon would take pity on him and relieve some of the excess from him. He had half a mind to open a vein and do the job himself but had no wish to waste it upon the ground.
They gained the back door as the first trailing clouds shifted from dark blue to orange.
Fallon
17 years ago
Never hesitant to snuggle against him, Fallon also never felt more loved, or happy, or secure, than she did in Cyrus' arms. Tonight was no exception, and her own arms wrapped around his middle as they made their way back to the house.
"Mmmmmm...if you're sure you don't mind sharing a bit, that does sound wonderful." She purred as she pressed her lips into the side of his neck. Her head was resting on his shoulder, as she walked at his side.
"My intentions were so good tonight. I even had a juicy little bunny all staked out not more than thirty minutes ago...but I got distracted."
The statement started out positively, but ended on a slightly downward note. Needing to be reassured on occasion, that she was doing better in her cat role, Fallon had wanted to only bring Cyrus tales of success tonight, and had it not been for the kitten's interference, she would have been able to do just that.
"I really think I am getting a lot better at taking my hunting slowly...not rushing head long into things. You would have been so proud of me tonight, in how quiet I was treading on the forrest floor..." Tilting her head up a bit to see his face, Fallon smiled at Cyrus. His pride in her was almost as important as her pride in herself.
She hesitated again though, as she considered if she should mention the kitten again. Something about the animal just wasn't adding up, and Fallon was now starting to question more than just the animal's random sitings.
What if there was something wrong with her...what if a residual effect of her ability to change into a bobcat, was that she would start hallucinating. Or maybe it was a latent vampire defect... Whatever it was, she was pretty sure now that the kitten didn't really exist outside of her mind. Moreover...what would Cyrus think if she told him she was defective?
Hugging him closer Fallon remained mute, and hoped that maybe since she now knew the kitten really didn't exist, maybe it would stop pestering her. At least for now she'd hope for the best and not bother Cyrus about it.
Walking through the door, Fallon let go of Cyrus, double checked the locks on the closed doors, and then caught back up to him to continue downstairs. She was glad she didn't need to worry with the cold bottled food in the fridge, and because of her size, she wasn't afraid of depleting Cyrus' physical store. She had fed from him often enough in the past with no lasting negative effects, so her only concern now was becoming addicted to his blood, and that was a minor concern.
Since becoming a vampire, Cyrus' blood had been the most extraordinary she'd ever ingested. To say she was left feeling euphoric, was an understatement, but there weren't really sufficient words to use to describe how she felt after feeding from him. Sharing the experience with Ana was somewhat close in the way it felt, though not nearly as intense, yet as cautious as she was with Ana, she was with her mate, and tried not to abuse his love or giving nature. In return she also offered herself to him nearly every time they made love, but in her case it was more to enhance the lovemaking, and not as a matter of sustenance. Of course with Cyrus being so much older and wiser and experienced, he never let himself become so hungry as to need more than a few swallows from Fallon.
"Please go ahead and turn down my side of the bed sweetheart, and I'll join you as soon as I take a quick shower...okay?"
Giving him a soft kiss, she began removing her clothes as she walked into her closet. From the closet to the bathroom she walked rather quickly, and didn't dare glance his way. Though she could now be the wanton seductress on occasion, sometimes she still felt very inadequate, and less than attractive. Tonight she seemed to have fallen back into the 'undeserving' mode, probably because she still felt like somehow she'd let them both down in her failure to hunt. Her saving grace was the knowledge that once she had showered and climbed into bed next to Cyrus, he'd soon have her forgetting all her deficiencies.
"Mmmmmm...if you're sure you don't mind sharing a bit, that does sound wonderful." She purred as she pressed her lips into the side of his neck. Her head was resting on his shoulder, as she walked at his side.
"My intentions were so good tonight. I even had a juicy little bunny all staked out not more than thirty minutes ago...but I got distracted."
The statement started out positively, but ended on a slightly downward note. Needing to be reassured on occasion, that she was doing better in her cat role, Fallon had wanted to only bring Cyrus tales of success tonight, and had it not been for the kitten's interference, she would have been able to do just that.
"I really think I am getting a lot better at taking my hunting slowly...not rushing head long into things. You would have been so proud of me tonight, in how quiet I was treading on the forrest floor..." Tilting her head up a bit to see his face, Fallon smiled at Cyrus. His pride in her was almost as important as her pride in herself.
She hesitated again though, as she considered if she should mention the kitten again. Something about the animal just wasn't adding up, and Fallon was now starting to question more than just the animal's random sitings.
What if there was something wrong with her...what if a residual effect of her ability to change into a bobcat, was that she would start hallucinating. Or maybe it was a latent vampire defect... Whatever it was, she was pretty sure now that the kitten didn't really exist outside of her mind. Moreover...what would Cyrus think if she told him she was defective?
Hugging him closer Fallon remained mute, and hoped that maybe since she now knew the kitten really didn't exist, maybe it would stop pestering her. At least for now she'd hope for the best and not bother Cyrus about it.
Walking through the door, Fallon let go of Cyrus, double checked the locks on the closed doors, and then caught back up to him to continue downstairs. She was glad she didn't need to worry with the cold bottled food in the fridge, and because of her size, she wasn't afraid of depleting Cyrus' physical store. She had fed from him often enough in the past with no lasting negative effects, so her only concern now was becoming addicted to his blood, and that was a minor concern.
Since becoming a vampire, Cyrus' blood had been the most extraordinary she'd ever ingested. To say she was left feeling euphoric, was an understatement, but there weren't really sufficient words to use to describe how she felt after feeding from him. Sharing the experience with Ana was somewhat close in the way it felt, though not nearly as intense, yet as cautious as she was with Ana, she was with her mate, and tried not to abuse his love or giving nature. In return she also offered herself to him nearly every time they made love, but in her case it was more to enhance the lovemaking, and not as a matter of sustenance. Of course with Cyrus being so much older and wiser and experienced, he never let himself become so hungry as to need more than a few swallows from Fallon.
"Please go ahead and turn down my side of the bed sweetheart, and I'll join you as soon as I take a quick shower...okay?"
Giving him a soft kiss, she began removing her clothes as she walked into her closet. From the closet to the bathroom she walked rather quickly, and didn't dare glance his way. Though she could now be the wanton seductress on occasion, sometimes she still felt very inadequate, and less than attractive. Tonight she seemed to have fallen back into the 'undeserving' mode, probably because she still felt like somehow she'd let them both down in her failure to hunt. Her saving grace was the knowledge that once she had showered and climbed into bed next to Cyrus, he'd soon have her forgetting all her deficiencies.
Cyrus
17 years ago
The sweet promise to relieve him of a bit of his excesses of the evening was good. Though he hoped to feed her quite well this eve. Otherwise this heavy and thick feeling was not going to go away for quite a while. Rubbing his stomach with his free hand it was almost like he had an extra layer of fluid under his skin between the muscles and surface. It was very unpleasant though it did make his insatiable hunger quite.
Smiling at her hunting practice he hoped she did not give up despite how frustrating it was. Together they made their way down to the bedroom suite. With a quick kiss upon her shoulder he let her escape to her closet. Standing in front of his dresser he took the knife off his pants and returned it to its spot in a drawer. Next his pants came off to drape over the hamper in his closet. Scrubbing his face with his hands Cyrus decided to remove the piercings for the day.
Wandering naked into the bathroom he stood in front of the mirror as the shower ran. Carefully extracting each piece of metal he thought about how to soothe his mate's disappointment at hunting.
"When I first learned to hunt in leopard form it was difficult. And I was already quite a skilled hunter as a man and vampire at that point. Do not be too hard on yourself Kitten. The skills of a feline do not simply come with the shape nor easily."
Each loop of metal went in a small wooden box on the vanity. As he closed the secret compartment a flash of insight came to him.
"You other talent is blending. Perhaps if you use both your skills they will work better for you. You can lay in wait, downwind as I taught you, blending in with the scenery for prey rather than tracking and attacking. That would play more to your strengths. I should apologize for teaching you my way only instead of realizing you may need a different tactic."
Standing there in the nicely appointed bathroom, rubbing his stomach he suddenly felt inadequate to teach his mate how to hunt. Leaning back against the counter he tried to think of something other than his failure to adapt his methods.
"Apparently the little kitten found its way back home? I have not scented any other cats nor did the food get eaten. That was quite sweet of you to try to feed it."
Smiling at her hunting practice he hoped she did not give up despite how frustrating it was. Together they made their way down to the bedroom suite. With a quick kiss upon her shoulder he let her escape to her closet. Standing in front of his dresser he took the knife off his pants and returned it to its spot in a drawer. Next his pants came off to drape over the hamper in his closet. Scrubbing his face with his hands Cyrus decided to remove the piercings for the day.
Wandering naked into the bathroom he stood in front of the mirror as the shower ran. Carefully extracting each piece of metal he thought about how to soothe his mate's disappointment at hunting.
"When I first learned to hunt in leopard form it was difficult. And I was already quite a skilled hunter as a man and vampire at that point. Do not be too hard on yourself Kitten. The skills of a feline do not simply come with the shape nor easily."
Each loop of metal went in a small wooden box on the vanity. As he closed the secret compartment a flash of insight came to him.
"You other talent is blending. Perhaps if you use both your skills they will work better for you. You can lay in wait, downwind as I taught you, blending in with the scenery for prey rather than tracking and attacking. That would play more to your strengths. I should apologize for teaching you my way only instead of realizing you may need a different tactic."
Standing there in the nicely appointed bathroom, rubbing his stomach he suddenly felt inadequate to teach his mate how to hunt. Leaning back against the counter he tried to think of something other than his failure to adapt his methods.
"Apparently the little kitten found its way back home? I have not scented any other cats nor did the food get eaten. That was quite sweet of you to try to feed it."
Fallon
17 years ago
Smiling as she heard the shower turn on, Fallon vowed to never cease to be amazed at Cyrus' thoughtfulness, nor take him for granted. Thoughts of earlier disappointments were briefly washed away when the hot water hit her back, and she sighed in delight.
It wasn't until she heard his voice that she realized he had followed her into the bathroom. She'd just washed the conditioner out of her hair when he began stroking her ego in the way he did so well. In times like this Fallon found herself unable to understand how he had remained single for so long, but quickly gave thanks that it was she who he chose to be with now. Either the women of his past had been incredibly blind, or stupid, or both...but anyone as loving and giving as Cyrus had been with her, was to be cherished and loved in return. And that was something she not only enjoyed doing, but now believed to be what she had been born for. Living an awful existence for her first twenty eight years was a small price to pay if eternity could be spent like she was now.
His words made sense, and did allow her to lessen up on herself. Having such talents at all was still something she was getting used to, but Fallon had never really considered the ability to blend into the background as one. The reason behind the latter probably had to do with the fact that so much of her mortal life had been spent doing just that, until it became almost second nature. The ability to shy away from people and situations was no longer something Fallon needed to do, since she had found people who accepted her, and cared about her. But incorporating the the ability to blend, and shift, and hunt seemed perfect.
"That is incredibly brilliant Cyrus, but you have no reason to apologize. The traits are mine...it is I who should have thought of that before. But no matter...you've reminded me of that other ability and I can see now where it would be a huge benefit to use when hunting."
Again she thought of the kitten, but held back from commenting. Stepping from the shower she took two towels, wrapping one around her head, and one around her torso. Walking over to where he stood leaning against the counter, Fallon was about to take his face in her hands and kiss him, when he spoke of the kitten. Her resolve to keep that matter to herself fell, and she confessed the earlier evenings event.
"The kitten...I've seen it twice tonight...once just outside the kitchen door, and once when I was getting ready to make my kill...that's what distracted me." Unable to keep looking at him, Fallon slid her arms around Cyrus' neck, and hugged him.
"I think the reason you've not smelled the kitten...is..." How do you tell someone that you might be going crazy? Fallon was suddenly so afraid of ruining her perfect life, but she owed it to Cyrus to let him know he might be sleeping with someone on the verge of a breakdown.
"Cyrus...I don't think the kitten exists. I think something is terribly wrong with me. I think I may be losing my mind." Her words were pretty emotionless, mainly because it was the only way she could keep from bursting into tears. If she gave way at all to what she was feeling, she doubted she'd be able to remain standing, and speaking coherently.
She still clung to him, refusing to look and see what he was thinking.
It wasn't until she heard his voice that she realized he had followed her into the bathroom. She'd just washed the conditioner out of her hair when he began stroking her ego in the way he did so well. In times like this Fallon found herself unable to understand how he had remained single for so long, but quickly gave thanks that it was she who he chose to be with now. Either the women of his past had been incredibly blind, or stupid, or both...but anyone as loving and giving as Cyrus had been with her, was to be cherished and loved in return. And that was something she not only enjoyed doing, but now believed to be what she had been born for. Living an awful existence for her first twenty eight years was a small price to pay if eternity could be spent like she was now.
His words made sense, and did allow her to lessen up on herself. Having such talents at all was still something she was getting used to, but Fallon had never really considered the ability to blend into the background as one. The reason behind the latter probably had to do with the fact that so much of her mortal life had been spent doing just that, until it became almost second nature. The ability to shy away from people and situations was no longer something Fallon needed to do, since she had found people who accepted her, and cared about her. But incorporating the the ability to blend, and shift, and hunt seemed perfect.
"That is incredibly brilliant Cyrus, but you have no reason to apologize. The traits are mine...it is I who should have thought of that before. But no matter...you've reminded me of that other ability and I can see now where it would be a huge benefit to use when hunting."
Again she thought of the kitten, but held back from commenting. Stepping from the shower she took two towels, wrapping one around her head, and one around her torso. Walking over to where he stood leaning against the counter, Fallon was about to take his face in her hands and kiss him, when he spoke of the kitten. Her resolve to keep that matter to herself fell, and she confessed the earlier evenings event.
"The kitten...I've seen it twice tonight...once just outside the kitchen door, and once when I was getting ready to make my kill...that's what distracted me." Unable to keep looking at him, Fallon slid her arms around Cyrus' neck, and hugged him.
"I think the reason you've not smelled the kitten...is..." How do you tell someone that you might be going crazy? Fallon was suddenly so afraid of ruining her perfect life, but she owed it to Cyrus to let him know he might be sleeping with someone on the verge of a breakdown.
"Cyrus...I don't think the kitten exists. I think something is terribly wrong with me. I think I may be losing my mind." Her words were pretty emotionless, mainly because it was the only way she could keep from bursting into tears. If she gave way at all to what she was feeling, she doubted she'd be able to remain standing, and speaking coherently.
She still clung to him, refusing to look and see what he was thinking.
Cyrus
17 years ago
While he was not about to let her absolve him of any guilt he felt at not realizing he was teaching her how to hunt in a way that played to her weaknesses not strengths, he did not say anything. Considering he rarely won any type of conversation like this he thought it best to hold his tongue and vow to do better next time.
When his warm and damp towel bundled mate hugged him he rubbed her slightly, to soothe and help her dry. The kitten was a puzzle. If she saw it, he believed her. But animals did not leave no scent or tracks. Especially a small mewling kitten. Puzzling on a non-existant animal for a minute he was shocked to hear her fear for her sanity.
"Love, do not be so frightened. I am sure there is a perfectly good reason you are seeing this apparition."
Trying to think, he absently dried her with the towel gently before sending it back to its spot to hang dry. Next he turned to her hair and removed the towel she had wrapped about her head. Once it too was on its way back to its resting spot he opened a drawer in the vanity and pulled out the first brush he found. It was spikey with bristles like his, but thats where the similarities ended. This brush was fat and half of a circle unlike his thin short brush. Shrugging he turned to begin removing the tangles from her hair.
Before he could start, Fallon reached around him and pulled a different brush from the open drawer. This time it was plastic with holes in it and only vaguely resembled a brush. Shrugging he sent the more familiar shape back to the drawer and began to brush out her hair, starting at the bottom. Long minutes passed as he thought about the situation and slowly his mate's long hair became untangled.
"Do you recall ever seeing this kitten before? Also is there anything similar in what you are doing or touching when you see it?"
While he was sure she was not loosing her mind he did need to know what was causing her so much distress. Hopefully together they could find an answer. Interestingly enough the strange brush worked quite well to remove the damp tangles before him.
((Brush descriptions and Fallon's actions done with information and permission.))
When his warm and damp towel bundled mate hugged him he rubbed her slightly, to soothe and help her dry. The kitten was a puzzle. If she saw it, he believed her. But animals did not leave no scent or tracks. Especially a small mewling kitten. Puzzling on a non-existant animal for a minute he was shocked to hear her fear for her sanity.
"Love, do not be so frightened. I am sure there is a perfectly good reason you are seeing this apparition."
Trying to think, he absently dried her with the towel gently before sending it back to its spot to hang dry. Next he turned to her hair and removed the towel she had wrapped about her head. Once it too was on its way back to its resting spot he opened a drawer in the vanity and pulled out the first brush he found. It was spikey with bristles like his, but thats where the similarities ended. This brush was fat and half of a circle unlike his thin short brush. Shrugging he turned to begin removing the tangles from her hair.
Before he could start, Fallon reached around him and pulled a different brush from the open drawer. This time it was plastic with holes in it and only vaguely resembled a brush. Shrugging he sent the more familiar shape back to the drawer and began to brush out her hair, starting at the bottom. Long minutes passed as he thought about the situation and slowly his mate's long hair became untangled.
"Do you recall ever seeing this kitten before? Also is there anything similar in what you are doing or touching when you see it?"
While he was sure she was not loosing her mind he did need to know what was causing her so much distress. Hopefully together they could find an answer. Interestingly enough the strange brush worked quite well to remove the damp tangles before him.
((Brush descriptions and Fallon's actions done with information and permission.))
Fallon
17 years ago
And just as she imagined, Cyrus knew exactly what to do to soothe her frazzled nerves. Brushing her hair was something she could sit and let him do for hours, and she had to resist leaning back against him even more, to give him the room he needed. Though the brush he had chosen at first would have been fine, it would have taken much longer to get any organization to the mass of wet tangles. The other brush that he now used moved through her wet hair with ease.
As he quietly tended to her hair, Fallon's own mind was also going over the 'kitten' issue.
"When Panos turned me, and set me loose on my own, I returned to the Piazza, which is where I had been staying. To say I was disoriented would be putting it mildly...I was just a pure mess. I felt paranoia at every noise, thinking he might have changed his mind and come back for me...I was confused at the way my body felt, and the way my mind seemed to be working differently...but it wasn't until the hunger dug into my stomach that I got truly scared again."
Remembering that night again was much easier now. Fallon felt very removed from that time in her life, and all the horrible things that happened before she'd met Cyrus. The only exception was the kitten...and that split second so much started to make sense.
"The kitten was my first 'meal' as a vampire, Cyrus. I found her wandering in the parking lot of the Piazza, and before I knew it her blood was in my throat, and on my hands, and her lifeless body was lying under the tires of a parked car..."
Her voice was barely above a whisper as she still his hand in hers, and turned around to lean her side against his chest. She needed his arms around her now. She needed a safe haven where the horrors of what had been could be muted, or set aside.
"It's the same kitten, Cyrus. I think she's ... haunting me ..."
Even as she said the words, Fallon felt foolish, and curled against his warm skin even more, as if she could somehow protect herself from the craziness by getting under his skin. Of course that notion was just as foolish as the one that she was being haunted, but what else could explain it...
"I AM losing my mind, aren't I?"
As he quietly tended to her hair, Fallon's own mind was also going over the 'kitten' issue.
"When Panos turned me, and set me loose on my own, I returned to the Piazza, which is where I had been staying. To say I was disoriented would be putting it mildly...I was just a pure mess. I felt paranoia at every noise, thinking he might have changed his mind and come back for me...I was confused at the way my body felt, and the way my mind seemed to be working differently...but it wasn't until the hunger dug into my stomach that I got truly scared again."
Remembering that night again was much easier now. Fallon felt very removed from that time in her life, and all the horrible things that happened before she'd met Cyrus. The only exception was the kitten...and that split second so much started to make sense.
"The kitten was my first 'meal' as a vampire, Cyrus. I found her wandering in the parking lot of the Piazza, and before I knew it her blood was in my throat, and on my hands, and her lifeless body was lying under the tires of a parked car..."
Her voice was barely above a whisper as she still his hand in hers, and turned around to lean her side against his chest. She needed his arms around her now. She needed a safe haven where the horrors of what had been could be muted, or set aside.
"It's the same kitten, Cyrus. I think she's ... haunting me ..."
Even as she said the words, Fallon felt foolish, and curled against his warm skin even more, as if she could somehow protect herself from the craziness by getting under his skin. Of course that notion was just as foolish as the one that she was being haunted, but what else could explain it...
"I AM losing my mind, aren't I?"
Cyrus
17 years ago
Cyrus listened to her whispered confessions. It saddened him when she was so frightened but he knew that given centuries she would put those foolish thoughts aside until they were warrented. Since her hair was mostly untangled now he sent the brush back to the drawer and closed it gently as he pulled her into his embrace. Shaking his head and making soothing sounds he stroked her cheekbone.
"Fallon, my love, you are not loosing your mind. You did what you had to do then to survive, I am sure you did not mean to even bite the kitten let alone kill it. When you are newly turned it is difficult to control the hunger and to not have had any guidance either? You did fine."
Kissing the top of her head Cyrus wondered what her visions meant. Since discovering her second talent he knew they were on borrowed time until her flaw appeared. If that was what this was she could be cursed with the haunting of any kill she made. While he knew that this would need to be explained in full to her, it was not something he wished to do. It made his overly full stomach churn at the thought of telling her that yes, she was going to be haunted by the kitten for eternity.
"In your practice hunting, have you killed any more small game or just caught and released them?"
Her hunting practice probably involved killing more small game and he did not want her to begin seeing those as well as the kitten. Though as her first kill it was probably likely to be the only animal to haunt her. Stopping his thought there before even contemplating his sweet and gentle mate killing a human, Cyrus started directing them out of the bathroom.
The covers on the bed turned down for them as they approached and the light flicked off behind them. He climbed in and moved to the center of the bed and held out his arms to her.
"When I said I had fed enough to keep you full for a week I was not joking. If you dont feed now I am going to throw up before I can explain everything."
The idea of opening a vein to drain some of this excess off was starting to sound better and better. The last thing he wanted was to feel this way for more than a few hours. It was starting to wear thin already and the need to disclose his ideas to his mate was upsetting him more.
"Fallon, my love, you are not loosing your mind. You did what you had to do then to survive, I am sure you did not mean to even bite the kitten let alone kill it. When you are newly turned it is difficult to control the hunger and to not have had any guidance either? You did fine."
Kissing the top of her head Cyrus wondered what her visions meant. Since discovering her second talent he knew they were on borrowed time until her flaw appeared. If that was what this was she could be cursed with the haunting of any kill she made. While he knew that this would need to be explained in full to her, it was not something he wished to do. It made his overly full stomach churn at the thought of telling her that yes, she was going to be haunted by the kitten for eternity.
"In your practice hunting, have you killed any more small game or just caught and released them?"
Her hunting practice probably involved killing more small game and he did not want her to begin seeing those as well as the kitten. Though as her first kill it was probably likely to be the only animal to haunt her. Stopping his thought there before even contemplating his sweet and gentle mate killing a human, Cyrus started directing them out of the bathroom.
The covers on the bed turned down for them as they approached and the light flicked off behind them. He climbed in and moved to the center of the bed and held out his arms to her.
"When I said I had fed enough to keep you full for a week I was not joking. If you dont feed now I am going to throw up before I can explain everything."
The idea of opening a vein to drain some of this excess off was starting to sound better and better. The last thing he wanted was to feel this way for more than a few hours. It was starting to wear thin already and the need to disclose his ideas to his mate was upsetting him more.
Fallon
17 years ago
It would have been grand to just not think about anything now, because in his arms like this that would have been easy. Making love to Cyrus obliterated the rest of the world and all other thoughts like nothing else could. But Fallon knew if she didn't face things now, she would need to eventually. If there was one thing her prior life had shown her, it was that you could never escape forever. Even crawling inside her head, the way she used to, was just a temporary fix. Sooner or later tomorrow would come, and she would no longer have Cyrus' arms around her, of have him inside her, giving her the pleasure and solace that replaced the fear and loathing.
"I have killed...the rabbits are small and can't withstand much feeding at all, besides, while in my cat form my feeding has been more than just blood letting...I've actually eaten the animals flesh, Cyrus." Wondering now if she was going to start seeing rabbits hopping around all over along with the kitten, Fallon shivered. The shiver wasn't completely due to that fear though.
She was only slightly aware of when he stopped brushing her hair, and began moving them back to the bedroom. The hunger in her was painful now, and she nearly doubled over when a small cramp hit her. So when he reminded her that she needed to feed from him now, she willingly and eagerly went into his arms.
With Cyrus feeding was never just that. In the past when she'd bitten him, it had been in the middle of four play, and had definite sexual overtones. Tonight was only slightly different, so before she allowed herself to bite, she kissed him passionately on the lips, her hands caressing his warm, inviting skin, and her hips insinuating themselves against his groin.
Licking and kissing her way across his jaw and down his neck, she wasted no time finding the sweet spot that noisily pulsed there for her. It was as if his vein was calling out to her, and she was ready to answer.
"I love you Cyrus...you are the world to me...thank you." It wasn't a terribly eloquent statement or even very romantic, but at the time it was the most she could manage, before opening her mouth and extending her fangs into his delicious skin.
It only now occurred to Fallon, that her fangs really were incredibly sharp, as they slid so easily into the muscles of his throat. The minute the first oozing of his blood made its way onto her tongue, Fallon's body stiffened slightly, and she hugged him more fiercely. A small, but definite orgasm had caught her slightly off guard, and she moaned against his skin, as the life giving liquid left his body and entered hers. He was right on about being full to bursting, as Fallon really didn't need to suckle at all...the blood flowed quite freely down her throat.
When she felt sated, and as close to euphoric as she normally did, Fallon pulled her fangs back, licked the wound with tender, loving care, and remained lying upon him as she had been. Her face nuzzled into the crook of his shoulder, and her lips still pressed against his moist skin.
"Mmmmmmmm baby...thank you...that was delicious and ever so much better than anything else I might have caught." Teasing, Fallon grinned and gave his neck another lick finding the small puncture holes had already disappeared. It was a little tempting to think of biting him yet again, and swallowing just a bit more of the rich, sweetness, but then Fallon would have felt as Cyrus just had...bloated and over stuffed. Rubbing her nose and lips against his skin, she smiled again, knowing for now life couldn't be any more satisfying.
"I have killed...the rabbits are small and can't withstand much feeding at all, besides, while in my cat form my feeding has been more than just blood letting...I've actually eaten the animals flesh, Cyrus." Wondering now if she was going to start seeing rabbits hopping around all over along with the kitten, Fallon shivered. The shiver wasn't completely due to that fear though.
She was only slightly aware of when he stopped brushing her hair, and began moving them back to the bedroom. The hunger in her was painful now, and she nearly doubled over when a small cramp hit her. So when he reminded her that she needed to feed from him now, she willingly and eagerly went into his arms.
With Cyrus feeding was never just that. In the past when she'd bitten him, it had been in the middle of four play, and had definite sexual overtones. Tonight was only slightly different, so before she allowed herself to bite, she kissed him passionately on the lips, her hands caressing his warm, inviting skin, and her hips insinuating themselves against his groin.
Licking and kissing her way across his jaw and down his neck, she wasted no time finding the sweet spot that noisily pulsed there for her. It was as if his vein was calling out to her, and she was ready to answer.
"I love you Cyrus...you are the world to me...thank you." It wasn't a terribly eloquent statement or even very romantic, but at the time it was the most she could manage, before opening her mouth and extending her fangs into his delicious skin.
It only now occurred to Fallon, that her fangs really were incredibly sharp, as they slid so easily into the muscles of his throat. The minute the first oozing of his blood made its way onto her tongue, Fallon's body stiffened slightly, and she hugged him more fiercely. A small, but definite orgasm had caught her slightly off guard, and she moaned against his skin, as the life giving liquid left his body and entered hers. He was right on about being full to bursting, as Fallon really didn't need to suckle at all...the blood flowed quite freely down her throat.
When she felt sated, and as close to euphoric as she normally did, Fallon pulled her fangs back, licked the wound with tender, loving care, and remained lying upon him as she had been. Her face nuzzled into the crook of his shoulder, and her lips still pressed against his moist skin.
"Mmmmmmmm baby...thank you...that was delicious and ever so much better than anything else I might have caught." Teasing, Fallon grinned and gave his neck another lick finding the small puncture holes had already disappeared. It was a little tempting to think of biting him yet again, and swallowing just a bit more of the rich, sweetness, but then Fallon would have felt as Cyrus just had...bloated and over stuffed. Rubbing her nose and lips against his skin, she smiled again, knowing for now life couldn't be any more satisfying.
Cyrus
17 years ago
Feeding his mate was always such a good experience. This time it was as well, even though he still felt full after she stopped. The kisses and light touches helped rouse his interest that the glutted feeling had kept at bay. His hands stroked her back, hips and thighs as he kissed her shoulder.
"You wouldn't be interested in more, now would you my wildcat?"
Pulling her legs around him while his gentle touches became more insistant. The light skim of his hands on her turned into long caresses with his fingers toying at her flesh. His tongue lapped at the mound of her breast that rested upon his chest. Tilting his head to the side he offered her his neck once more as his hard shaft found her ready.
"You wouldn't be interested in more, now would you my wildcat?"
Pulling her legs around him while his gentle touches became more insistant. The light skim of his hands on her turned into long caresses with his fingers toying at her flesh. His tongue lapped at the mound of her breast that rested upon his chest. Tilting his head to the side he offered her his neck once more as his hard shaft found her ready.
Fallon
17 years ago
Tonight he didn't need to push her at all. Swallowing the warm, stickiness had not only made her feel satisfied, and electrified, but it had reinforced her sense of sexual self, stoking her feelings of desire for him, and allowing her to accept his.
The sun was rising, and Fallon could feel its effect pulling her towards sleep. Even though there was no evidence of daylight anywhere in their subterranean room, she could still tell the time had come when venturing outside was no longer either of them could do, and survive.
Those thoughts were obliterated by Cyrus' touch on her body, and she shuddered as she again kissed his throat, and softly pierced his skin with her fangs. Her lips formed a tender vacuum around the bite and she took more of him than she ever had in the past.
At the same time her teeth slid into his body, he slid into her, and Fallon's body vibrated with desire. She dared not move too vigorously, fearing her feeding might cause him pain, but she really didn't need to. Even the smallest pulls and thrusts served to work her up to the point of climax, when coupled with the feeding, and her love for him. So much so, that within scant minutes she had suckled a bit more from him, and her body had erupted in pleasure.
"Does that answer your question, Cyrus? If the time ever comes when I refuse anything from you, it will be the time when I cease to exist. You help give my life meaning...purpose...as you once gave me the will to live again."
A sweet kiss to his lips stopped her from saying more. She could have told him that she now thought of him as such an integral part of her being, that should anything ever happen to him, she would, without doubt, cease to exist. But now was not a time for anything so morbid...and Fallon certainly didn't like the way she felt when she thought such things. Instead, now was a time for rejoicing, and reveling in their love of each other, and the wonder of the lives they were leading, and had to live before them.
"I love you..." Though she said the words quietly, and so often now, she never said them casually. Each time they were backed by such emotion, and fervor that they still scared her a little. But she had to say them...wanted to say them...never wanted a day to go by that she didn't let him know.
Wrapped around him, intertwined, was the way they had come to sleep now, and it too reinforced the level to which their lives had grown together. Even if at times during their sleep they pulled apart, at some point they always seemed to find themselves drawn back together before they woke. She snuggled, and nuzzled against his skin, in the niche that appeared to have been made for her, and quit fighting against sleep.
The sun was rising, and Fallon could feel its effect pulling her towards sleep. Even though there was no evidence of daylight anywhere in their subterranean room, she could still tell the time had come when venturing outside was no longer either of them could do, and survive.
Those thoughts were obliterated by Cyrus' touch on her body, and she shuddered as she again kissed his throat, and softly pierced his skin with her fangs. Her lips formed a tender vacuum around the bite and she took more of him than she ever had in the past.
At the same time her teeth slid into his body, he slid into her, and Fallon's body vibrated with desire. She dared not move too vigorously, fearing her feeding might cause him pain, but she really didn't need to. Even the smallest pulls and thrusts served to work her up to the point of climax, when coupled with the feeding, and her love for him. So much so, that within scant minutes she had suckled a bit more from him, and her body had erupted in pleasure.
"Does that answer your question, Cyrus? If the time ever comes when I refuse anything from you, it will be the time when I cease to exist. You help give my life meaning...purpose...as you once gave me the will to live again."
A sweet kiss to his lips stopped her from saying more. She could have told him that she now thought of him as such an integral part of her being, that should anything ever happen to him, she would, without doubt, cease to exist. But now was not a time for anything so morbid...and Fallon certainly didn't like the way she felt when she thought such things. Instead, now was a time for rejoicing, and reveling in their love of each other, and the wonder of the lives they were leading, and had to live before them.
"I love you..." Though she said the words quietly, and so often now, she never said them casually. Each time they were backed by such emotion, and fervor that they still scared her a little. But she had to say them...wanted to say them...never wanted a day to go by that she didn't let him know.
Wrapped around him, intertwined, was the way they had come to sleep now, and it too reinforced the level to which their lives had grown together. Even if at times during their sleep they pulled apart, at some point they always seemed to find themselves drawn back together before they woke. She snuggled, and nuzzled against his skin, in the niche that appeared to have been made for her, and quit fighting against sleep.
Cyrus
17 years ago
His soft and passionate mate drove him crazy. The feel of her fangs slipping into his skin was as erotic as feeling his hard shaft slide into her welcoming warmth. Cyrus could only hold onto her hips and thrust slowly up at her as she fed from his neck. A loud groan was wrest from his lips as he felt her shudder through her orgasm. The tight clamping of her muscls around him sent him over the edge as well. Panting slightly he realized that the full feeling was somewhat muted now. Livable for the day without the need for drastic measures.
At her declairation of love and devotion he could only bask in the joy of having found such an amazing mate. "Thank you my love. You are my life."
Gentle kisses to her beautiful face and shoulders completed the moment. The world was perfect at this moment for him as she vowed her love. His hands stroked her hair and back, petting softly, soothingly. "I love you so much."
The blankets made their way up over the entwined couple and the few lights turned off. The delicate weight of his mate upon him was like the softest blanket, coaxing him down to sleep with a happy smile on his face and a satiated feeling throughout his body.
At her declairation of love and devotion he could only bask in the joy of having found such an amazing mate. "Thank you my love. You are my life."
Gentle kisses to her beautiful face and shoulders completed the moment. The world was perfect at this moment for him as she vowed her love. His hands stroked her hair and back, petting softly, soothingly. "I love you so much."
The blankets made their way up over the entwined couple and the few lights turned off. The delicate weight of his mate upon him was like the softest blanket, coaxing him down to sleep with a happy smile on his face and a satiated feeling throughout his body.
Fallon
17 years ago
Like a bolt out of a stormy sky, Fallon shot up in bed only slightly disoriented, and
trying to quickly blink back the last hold that sleep tried to keep on her.
At sometime during the night, she'd moved out of Cyrus' arms, so her sudden movement now
didn't completely jerk him up with her, but she couldn't move any more, as their legs were still intertwined. Waiting just a few seconds, for her wits to gather around her, Fallon looked over at her lover with a smile. He seemed to be following her from their slumber, and she hoped it wasn't too early for him to be waking.
The reason for her own waking so abruptly was the thought that found her in those last seconds, just before consciousness seeped into sleep, and a person woke up. The thought was that she had to get to the engravers first thing this evening, to check on the invitations, and make sure the template was as she'd requested, so the final printing could be done. Time was running out if she wanted to have the party as planned, and though it wouldn't be a HUGE gathering, there were enough being invited that RSVPs were imperative.
Bending down to kiss the sleep from his eyes, Fallon snuggled against Cyrus for a fleeting bit of loving before she had to leave their bed.
"Hello my soft snoring leopard." She grinned, knowing he never really snored...at least not much above a soft roar. "I'm glad you woke up. I need to get to the printers first thing tonight, and wondered if you needed Ginger? I can take the Rav...it's no problem...but if you weren't going out, or not till later, I'd just as soon let her drive." She was holding together very well, for all the things she had to do, and having to deal with creepy kittens making unannounced appearances. But she still got a little anxious in the actual preperations, and not having to worry about speeding, and parking, and those kinds of things would just make everything much more simple.
trying to quickly blink back the last hold that sleep tried to keep on her.
At sometime during the night, she'd moved out of Cyrus' arms, so her sudden movement now
didn't completely jerk him up with her, but she couldn't move any more, as their legs were still intertwined. Waiting just a few seconds, for her wits to gather around her, Fallon looked over at her lover with a smile. He seemed to be following her from their slumber, and she hoped it wasn't too early for him to be waking.
The reason for her own waking so abruptly was the thought that found her in those last seconds, just before consciousness seeped into sleep, and a person woke up. The thought was that she had to get to the engravers first thing this evening, to check on the invitations, and make sure the template was as she'd requested, so the final printing could be done. Time was running out if she wanted to have the party as planned, and though it wouldn't be a HUGE gathering, there were enough being invited that RSVPs were imperative.
Bending down to kiss the sleep from his eyes, Fallon snuggled against Cyrus for a fleeting bit of loving before she had to leave their bed.
"Hello my soft snoring leopard." She grinned, knowing he never really snored...at least not much above a soft roar. "I'm glad you woke up. I need to get to the printers first thing tonight, and wondered if you needed Ginger? I can take the Rav...it's no problem...but if you weren't going out, or not till later, I'd just as soon let her drive." She was holding together very well, for all the things she had to do, and having to deal with creepy kittens making unannounced appearances. But she still got a little anxious in the actual preperations, and not having to worry about speeding, and parking, and those kinds of things would just make everything much more simple.
Cyrus
17 years ago
Having his mate bolt upright was not his normal alarm. Still it had him opening his eyes and verifying that the doors were still latched properly to ensure their safety. Since all seemed as it should he deciding getting up was not in his plans just yet. Wrapping an arm around Fallon's waist and burrying his face in the pillow, Cyrus kept his eyes closed. He almost purred as she snuggled up to him. With a jaw popping yawn into the pillow he listened to her request.
"Sure love. I dont have any plans today unless you need me to do anything."
While he felt much better than last night, the queasy full feeling was not one he wished to repeat. That meant avoiding temptation to feed and staying away from food sources if possible. This feeling was not new to him unfortunately, another day should pass before he contemplated caving to his hunger again.
Today seemed like a good day to inspect the house. Everything seemed to be nearing completion and he wished to verify personally everything to be sure it met his satisfaction. Not that he did not trust Suki's work, he just wanted no room for errors. Kissing his mate's soft skin, near her ear he thought, since it was the closest area to his lips.
"If there is anything I can do to help please let me know."
"Sure love. I dont have any plans today unless you need me to do anything."
While he felt much better than last night, the queasy full feeling was not one he wished to repeat. That meant avoiding temptation to feed and staying away from food sources if possible. This feeling was not new to him unfortunately, another day should pass before he contemplated caving to his hunger again.
Today seemed like a good day to inspect the house. Everything seemed to be nearing completion and he wished to verify personally everything to be sure it met his satisfaction. Not that he did not trust Suki's work, he just wanted no room for errors. Kissing his mate's soft skin, near her ear he thought, since it was the closest area to his lips.
"If there is anything I can do to help please let me know."
Fallon
17 years ago
Thoughts of not needing to drive brought another smile to her lips, just as she groaned softly feeling his touch at that ultra sensitive spot behind her ear. Times like this, when they were both still warm and soft from sleep, were among the sweetest Fallon could imagine. Besides the thought of going to the printer, her mind was still open and pliable, and with Cyrus arm around her, she easily put aside the urgency she'd just felt...for a few more minutes anyway.
Relaxing against him, her own arms sliding around his waist, with her hands tenderly resting on the tops of his ass, Fallon appreciated his desire to help.
"Well, you could go with me to the printers...tell me what you think about the invitations...and then to the florist, as I've got to give the final approval on the plants and flowers...Suki has arranged everything with the caterers, and we found a wonderful Hawaiian quartet, to serenade us in the background with music from the islands. I do need to find you something tropical to wear, and myself as well...if you don't think you'd be bored to tears, I'd love to have you come with me."
Having never gone shopping with Cyrus before, Fallon had to assume it was just not one of those things that he enjoyed, so she didn't really expect her offer to tempt him. Yet if he did want to accompany her, she would have enjoyed it.
"But I don't expect to be gone terribly long either, so if you'd rather putter around here, I'm totally okay with that. All the pressing details have really been taken care of already...it's now just a matter of wrapping up loose ends."
Relaxing against him, her own arms sliding around his waist, with her hands tenderly resting on the tops of his ass, Fallon appreciated his desire to help.
"Well, you could go with me to the printers...tell me what you think about the invitations...and then to the florist, as I've got to give the final approval on the plants and flowers...Suki has arranged everything with the caterers, and we found a wonderful Hawaiian quartet, to serenade us in the background with music from the islands. I do need to find you something tropical to wear, and myself as well...if you don't think you'd be bored to tears, I'd love to have you come with me."
Having never gone shopping with Cyrus before, Fallon had to assume it was just not one of those things that he enjoyed, so she didn't really expect her offer to tempt him. Yet if he did want to accompany her, she would have enjoyed it.
"But I don't expect to be gone terribly long either, so if you'd rather putter around here, I'm totally okay with that. All the pressing details have really been taken care of already...it's now just a matter of wrapping up loose ends."
Cyrus
17 years ago
Since she did not expect to be gone for the entire night and her stops would more than likely not lend themselves to 'snacking' he nodded. Of course his head was burried in her hair he was unsure if she was even aware of his agreement to go with her. Kissing her one more time on the neck before pulling back and yawning one more time.
"I would love to spend the eve with you. Should that include shopping, so be it."
He wondered what her idea of tropical wear would be. Trying to recall the traditional polynisian garb he drew a blank. Whatever Fallon's idea of it was, he would learn soon enough. Scooping his mate up in his arms as he climbed from the bed, Cyrus started towards the bathroom. The gentle hug he gave her as he placed her gently upo her feet warmed his heart.
"I am going to shower quick to wake up some but I can be ready in ten minutes." His grin was slightly a smirk, knowing that his time frame was pretty quick. Putting his comments into action swiftly had steam tracing delicate shapes along the ceiling.
"I would love to spend the eve with you. Should that include shopping, so be it."
He wondered what her idea of tropical wear would be. Trying to recall the traditional polynisian garb he drew a blank. Whatever Fallon's idea of it was, he would learn soon enough. Scooping his mate up in his arms as he climbed from the bed, Cyrus started towards the bathroom. The gentle hug he gave her as he placed her gently upo her feet warmed his heart.
"I am going to shower quick to wake up some but I can be ready in ten minutes." His grin was slightly a smirk, knowing that his time frame was pretty quick. Putting his comments into action swiftly had steam tracing delicate shapes along the ceiling.