Residences of Nachton / Home is where the <3 is / Miya 12 years ago

Home is where the <3 is

Miya stretched in bed, smiling to see that Scott was still there. He hadn't run away. He had come back. Edging out of the bed carefully so she wouldn't wake him she wandered into the bathroom and turned on the shower. There was something ritualistic about her and showers, washing the soreness of underused muscles away. She yawned again and lathered up her hair with strawberry scented soap. The hot water was perfect for helping her wake up, followed by coffee. She loved coffee. Real cream and cane sugar... She was a girl of expensive habits. That might be why she always had money problems. She liked her luxuries a little too much. Rinsing her hair, she picked up the tube of strawberry scented body wash and begin to wash all over. She was a little surprised at how much she ached actually.

"The only cure for it is more of the same, Miya. More sex. Scott'll be thrilled." She turned off the shower and then made a gasp of surprise when she saw Scott lounging in the door, watching her in amusement.

Scott Kinney 12 years ago
Scott chuckled, "A trip to the moon? Hmmm. That might be something I *can not* afford, dear. I wonder if there are any vampires working at NASA? Maybe they might be able to hook us up with a deal?"

He pondered the though as if being serious, and then burst out laughing.

"Oh, naming a star after you, that's easy. There are those places you can go on the internet and do that for, like, $10 or something. I've seen them advertise. Of course, I think they ALL claim to be 'official', and I know you'd love to find out your name is assigned to a star, only to find with a different 'registry' it is assigned to 'Beatrice' or 'Oglethorpe'," he chuckled again. Apparently, he was in a good mood.

At her suggestion to go home and 'practice' for tomorrow, he smiled slyly at her. "Oh yes, we're going to go home. We're going to make love until you pass out from exhaustion. And if you're lucky - I'll let you sleep," he grinned at her like a wolf.

After several more deep, sensuous kisses, the couple headed downstairs. They met with Charles, discussed a few more details, then casually headed out to the car. They each took another long look at the place from the outside, Miya's eyes darting to the swing again. Then, they loaded up in the car, and headed back to Miya's place. They didn't need to look at any of the other places Scott had selected. They had found the one that they both wanted.

When they arrived back to the apartment, true to his word, the lovers embraced rather quickly, and soon, they were naked and writhing together as lovers usually do. Bodies soon slid and gleamed from a thin sheen of sweat, grinding together, both of their voices echoing sounds of lust and pleasure.

As was his choice, Scott pleasured her several times before finally relenting and partaking in his own. Miya let him control the pace - as usual - and this was his regular preference - to hear her crying his name during her climax, while he purposely held his own at bay - building the tension, the anticipation, until he could hold back no longer. His eruption was almost always volcanic - hot, violent, sometimes scratching her, even bruising on occasion, which always caused him heavy guilt. But always, she would embrace him, comfort him through all the wave of his own orgasm, just as he did for each of hers.

A few hours later, they collapsed together on the bed, in each others' arms, Scott's protectively around her body, caressing her skin lighting with soft fingertips until slumber overtook her. Her hair a wild mess, Scott smiled as he watched over her, his Miya, all through the dark hours of the morning, lost in thought - lost in love.

(As we discussed privately and agreed, Scott and Miya out! )