It didn't surprise Fallon that she hadn't heard Cyrus behind her. She had long ago become accustomed to his quiet step. However, with each movement she made she mentally braced herself to be grabbed at any second.
When she got to the front door she almost collided with it, so used to having them opened before her. Fortunately she caught herself just in time to pull it open, and continue on into the night air.
Still no sound or sight of her lover could be detected, and as a result Fallon didn't let up her fast pace. She wasn't deluded into thinking she'd win this race, but focused her energy on trying to determine where she'd lose it. The delight of their game filled her with immense happiness, and for a few seconds she could have sworn her feet weren't even touching the ground. Times like this with Cyrus were becoming more and more frequent, a testament to the fact that they made such a good team, or so Fallon told herself.
When her friendly little white kitten dashed in front of her path, Fallon did stumble, but not severely enough to tumble too. Her footing was regained immediately, and she just laughed again at the somewhat intrusive pet.
"Bah, be off with ya...not even you will disturb me tonight, my little annoyance."
And though she didn't wait to see if the kitten did disappear or not, she no longer let it concern her. Now that she pretty much understood the reason behind why it was stalking her, Fallon could choose to accept it and move on, or sit and feel guilty. For reasons of Cyrus' happiness, as well as her own, Fallon was trying to accomplish the former.
Finally reaching the kitchen door to the old house, Fallon flung it open and herself through it. Still not breaking stride, Fallon ran down the stairs and into their room, eyes darting everywhere looking for her man. A few times she thought she caught his leopard scent, and jokingly called out 'cheater', thinking that was how he made it ahead of her. But upon entering their bedroom suite she knew he was again all male, and he was somewhere in the room.
Stopping abruptly Fallon let her body cool down a bit, as she tried with all her senses to figure out where Cyrus was, but the feeling of childlike exuberance couldn't be stopped and she found herself giggling again. Try as she might to be super quiet, she just couldn't manage it as she tiptoed into the room farther.
"Come out, come out wherever you are." She half whispered in a very singsong like tone.
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
18 years ago
Cyrus
18 years ago
Cyrus watched from the shadows as his minx raced through the house and down the stairs. The speed was impressive, which caused him to pause. His first goal had been to capture her and carry her down the stairs to their room. But the racing figure fired his urges to chase. Stifling those animal instincts he quietly made his way to the stairs, where he could hear his love. He almost laughed out loud at her comment.
Gliding down the stairs so he made no noise, he guided his landing to behind her but not close enough to have any breeze from his movement be noticable. Before his feet hit the ground he lunged forward and wrapped his arms around the wildcat.
"Gotcha!"
Hoisting her up and into his arms he raced to the bedroom. With incredible ease he lept onto the bed, tussling with his mate gently. Playful nipping lips tugged at her hair and exposed skin while his hands were busy trying to disassemble her clothing. A mock growl covered up his almost purring rumble that had started when they landed on the bed, bodies tangled. The play would need to end quickly as his passion rose, but for now he was content to play with his little kitty.
Gliding down the stairs so he made no noise, he guided his landing to behind her but not close enough to have any breeze from his movement be noticable. Before his feet hit the ground he lunged forward and wrapped his arms around the wildcat.
"Gotcha!"
Hoisting her up and into his arms he raced to the bedroom. With incredible ease he lept onto the bed, tussling with his mate gently. Playful nipping lips tugged at her hair and exposed skin while his hands were busy trying to disassemble her clothing. A mock growl covered up his almost purring rumble that had started when they landed on the bed, bodies tangled. The play would need to end quickly as his passion rose, but for now he was content to play with his little kitty.
Fallon
18 years ago
"AAIIEEEYYAH!!" Fallon squealed like a poked pig when she felt his arms grab her. She had been sure Cyrus was already in the bedroom, so when his arms wrapped around her it startled her silly.
"Cyrus!" She half shouted, half cried in laughter, as he carried her into the bedroom. But the minute he gently tossed her onto the bed, most of her laughing stopped, and was replaced with softer giggles and gasps.
She wasn't sure exactly how he did it, but as they bounced around on the bed she somehow wound up nude, and made it her goal to help him join her. She was already full of desire, a position she had worked herself into from the minute she had begun licking his skin back in Ger Kogji. Anticipating what would ultimately be the end result to their play, was nearly as exciting as the act itself. Nearly. Well, close to anyway.
"Please help me get these off you." She managed, grabbing the waist band of his pants and tugging furiously. That in itself wasn't too easy, since they were still moving about pretty rigorously. Not wanting his ardor to cool, she also found a way to place little bites of her own along his neck, and shoulders, while also grabbing at his ass with her hands, when they weren't pulling on his pants.
"Cyrus!" She half shouted, half cried in laughter, as he carried her into the bedroom. But the minute he gently tossed her onto the bed, most of her laughing stopped, and was replaced with softer giggles and gasps.
She wasn't sure exactly how he did it, but as they bounced around on the bed she somehow wound up nude, and made it her goal to help him join her. She was already full of desire, a position she had worked herself into from the minute she had begun licking his skin back in Ger Kogji. Anticipating what would ultimately be the end result to their play, was nearly as exciting as the act itself. Nearly. Well, close to anyway.
"Please help me get these off you." She managed, grabbing the waist band of his pants and tugging furiously. That in itself wasn't too easy, since they were still moving about pretty rigorously. Not wanting his ardor to cool, she also found a way to place little bites of her own along his neck, and shoulders, while also grabbing at his ass with her hands, when they weren't pulling on his pants.
Cyrus
18 years ago
Somehow her clothes came off easily this time. Perhaps it was because he knew they were safe and secure in their rooms that made it easier. That thought had him remember the doors, which he promptly pulled shut and locked with a thought. The nips she gave him were driving him crazy but combined with the impatient tug on his pants the two aroused such lustful need that he finally stopped their play.
In one swift move he rolled his wildcat onto her back and pinned her there by stradling her waist. Slowly he undid each button on his silk shirt as he stared into her eyes. When the material finally parted to expose all of his silken undershirt he grinned wickedly at her. Leaving the shirts alone he leaned forward slightly, balancing on his knees, while he removed his boots. The tails of his shirt brushed against her bare skin. Cyrus could not resist a small mental tweak of her hardened nipples.
Finally his boots and sockes were floating towards his closet with practiced ease and he reached for his shirt once more. Fallon's wiggling under him had not cooled his ardor any so he did not dawdle. Once the long sleeved shirt was flung away he leaned down to kiss his mate lightly on the nose. Straightening up he pulled the clingy shirt off over his head causing his hair to fall into his face. As there was no way to pull his pants off in this position he took advantage of his kitten slightly before moving. Rubbing his face against the valley of her cleavage to soak up her scent then he moved on to lick with his slightly scratchy feline like tongue across her nipples.
With a growl of disappointment he climbed off the bed and pulled his few remaining clothes off with ease. His heated gaze never once left his mate's form.
In one swift move he rolled his wildcat onto her back and pinned her there by stradling her waist. Slowly he undid each button on his silk shirt as he stared into her eyes. When the material finally parted to expose all of his silken undershirt he grinned wickedly at her. Leaving the shirts alone he leaned forward slightly, balancing on his knees, while he removed his boots. The tails of his shirt brushed against her bare skin. Cyrus could not resist a small mental tweak of her hardened nipples.
Finally his boots and sockes were floating towards his closet with practiced ease and he reached for his shirt once more. Fallon's wiggling under him had not cooled his ardor any so he did not dawdle. Once the long sleeved shirt was flung away he leaned down to kiss his mate lightly on the nose. Straightening up he pulled the clingy shirt off over his head causing his hair to fall into his face. As there was no way to pull his pants off in this position he took advantage of his kitten slightly before moving. Rubbing his face against the valley of her cleavage to soak up her scent then he moved on to lick with his slightly scratchy feline like tongue across her nipples.
With a growl of disappointment he climbed off the bed and pulled his few remaining clothes off with ease. His heated gaze never once left his mate's form.
Fallon
18 years ago
Fallon knew the second the actions between her and Cyrus changed. Maybe it was a look in his eyes, maybe it was intuition, but whatever it was she, herself, became much more serious, and intent on giving Cyrus pleasure.
He didn't make that option terribly easy when he rolled her onto her back, except while he pinned her waist down, her hands were still free to roam over his body. And roam they did, trying to help him remove his shirts, only to have him pull back to concentrate on his boots.
Once his boots were no longer a problem, Fallon went back to the shirts, only to have that obstacle taken away as well. Her fingers itched to feel his warm, taught skin, and did so briefly until they were pushed aside by his face planting itself between her boobs.
"Oh god Cyrus, you have the most wonderful tongue." She moaned, feeling everything inside her quicken.
His groan caused her eyes to open in wonder, and she matched it with one of her own as he got off her and the bed. But when understanding dawned, she knew her eyes were again feverish as they bore into his.
"Finally...now come back on here." Opening her arms, she patted her belly, that he had just left, and slightly spread her legs in wanton invitation.
He didn't make that option terribly easy when he rolled her onto her back, except while he pinned her waist down, her hands were still free to roam over his body. And roam they did, trying to help him remove his shirts, only to have him pull back to concentrate on his boots.
Once his boots were no longer a problem, Fallon went back to the shirts, only to have that obstacle taken away as well. Her fingers itched to feel his warm, taught skin, and did so briefly until they were pushed aside by his face planting itself between her boobs.
"Oh god Cyrus, you have the most wonderful tongue." She moaned, feeling everything inside her quicken.
His groan caused her eyes to open in wonder, and she matched it with one of her own as he got off her and the bed. But when understanding dawned, she knew her eyes were again feverish as they bore into his.
"Finally...now come back on here." Opening her arms, she patted her belly, that he had just left, and slightly spread her legs in wanton invitation.
Cyrus
18 years ago
As his beautiful mate offered herself up to his hungry gaze Cyrus moaned. She was so sexy, demanding and seductive all rolled up in one amazing woman. Taking a step towards the bed he leaned down and placed his hands on the bed. With one long stroke of his tongue he tasted her skin from instep to heel to ankle. The heat of her flesh burned him with passion while the taste of her drove him towards the edge of his control. His slightly scratchy tongue travelled up her calf and to the back of her knee on her left leg.
As he moved up her lush body he climbed onto the bed, planting himself between her legs. Finally his tongue travelled from her thigh to the spot where it joined her body to her hip bone and then up to her collar. Cyrus felt as if he was drowning in her scent as desire beat on his nerve endings mercilessly. Taking her mouth roughly he slid his hard shaft inside her welcoming body as gently as possible, which due to his flagging control was somwhere between gentle and rough, probably more towards commanding.
With a loud growl he left her firey lips to latch his around the tempting flesh between her neck and shoulder. While his teeth gripped her flesh he strove not to break the skin or bruise her, he was simply holding on as his thrusts drove him beyond thought. His hands were not idle instead they held the majority of his weight off of his wildcat.
As he moved up her lush body he climbed onto the bed, planting himself between her legs. Finally his tongue travelled from her thigh to the spot where it joined her body to her hip bone and then up to her collar. Cyrus felt as if he was drowning in her scent as desire beat on his nerve endings mercilessly. Taking her mouth roughly he slid his hard shaft inside her welcoming body as gently as possible, which due to his flagging control was somwhere between gentle and rough, probably more towards commanding.
With a loud growl he left her firey lips to latch his around the tempting flesh between her neck and shoulder. While his teeth gripped her flesh he strove not to break the skin or bruise her, he was simply holding on as his thrusts drove him beyond thought. His hands were not idle instead they held the majority of his weight off of his wildcat.
Fallon
18 years ago
As he slowly returned to the bed, Fallon's fingers reached for him, only to find he had moved lower on the bed, and she was grasping at air.
The feel of his tongue on her foot caused a small jerk to run from her foot, up her leg, and settle in her belly. She wasn't normally ticklish, except on rare occasions, with now being one of them. As he proceeded to move upwards, a soft moan began to grow, getting slightly louder with each inch his tongue traveled. As she felt him slide between her legs the moan exploded into a gasp, that returned to almost a sob when he moved away again.
Mouths meeting as they did with such force stirred Fallon's passions up to the point of dire need. What had been growing desire, rapidly became wanton necessity. She wanted...no had to have him now, and as if he read her mind, he came into her with the impetus she needed right then.
Their lovemaking could be soft, and sweet as a succulent salt water taffy, or a beautiful temperate spring night, or it could be hard, and shocking as a explosive summer thunderstorm, or spectacularly hot as a spicy Mexican dish. Either way Fallon reveled in being with Cyrus just as much, and either way Fallon found them both as stimulating. But for whatever reason tonight his incredible zealous ardor seemed more satisfying than ever, and as she wrapped her legs around him she had to focus to stop from swooning. She didn't even consider fighting him, but moved to compliment him, pulling back when he did, and thrusting forward to meet him.
His teeth on her neck felt glorious, and she turned her head to allow him better access. Her hands stroked his back and on upward to his neck, to hold, and press him harder against her. Though she wouldn't have minded a gentle bite, she forgot that thought as her body began to spiral towards it's pinnacle of bliss. All feeling seemed to shoot to that extra sensitive spot between her legs that he occupied and assaulted in the most delicious way. Squeezing her muscles around him, Fallon sought to try and drive him as delirious as he was making her, wanting to speed him up, and yet slow him down at the same time.
It was quite a wondrous dilemma that she hoped she never had to live without.
The feel of his tongue on her foot caused a small jerk to run from her foot, up her leg, and settle in her belly. She wasn't normally ticklish, except on rare occasions, with now being one of them. As he proceeded to move upwards, a soft moan began to grow, getting slightly louder with each inch his tongue traveled. As she felt him slide between her legs the moan exploded into a gasp, that returned to almost a sob when he moved away again.
Mouths meeting as they did with such force stirred Fallon's passions up to the point of dire need. What had been growing desire, rapidly became wanton necessity. She wanted...no had to have him now, and as if he read her mind, he came into her with the impetus she needed right then.
Their lovemaking could be soft, and sweet as a succulent salt water taffy, or a beautiful temperate spring night, or it could be hard, and shocking as a explosive summer thunderstorm, or spectacularly hot as a spicy Mexican dish. Either way Fallon reveled in being with Cyrus just as much, and either way Fallon found them both as stimulating. But for whatever reason tonight his incredible zealous ardor seemed more satisfying than ever, and as she wrapped her legs around him she had to focus to stop from swooning. She didn't even consider fighting him, but moved to compliment him, pulling back when he did, and thrusting forward to meet him.
His teeth on her neck felt glorious, and she turned her head to allow him better access. Her hands stroked his back and on upward to his neck, to hold, and press him harder against her. Though she wouldn't have minded a gentle bite, she forgot that thought as her body began to spiral towards it's pinnacle of bliss. All feeling seemed to shoot to that extra sensitive spot between her legs that he occupied and assaulted in the most delicious way. Squeezing her muscles around him, Fallon sought to try and drive him as delirious as he was making her, wanting to speed him up, and yet slow him down at the same time.
It was quite a wondrous dilemma that she hoped she never had to live without.
Cyrus
18 years ago
Cyrus was lost in the luxurious feeling of her body moving under his. The scent of her skin and arousal set his blood on fire more surely than the sun could. When he heard the intoxicating sounds she made for him it simply spurred him on, driving him to pleasure her further. Those long silky legs held his body exactly where he wanted to be as he thrust.
As he felt her reach orgasm he growled in satisfaction. Pleasuring his mate was important to him. Releasing the skin from between his teeth he laved the area with his tongue as the small bruise faded quickly. Slowing his thrusts down and making each motion draw out their mutual pleasure Cyrus was amazed at her affect on him. Just feeling her come for him was almost as good as finding his own orgasm.
Still he continued to pump his hips, coaxing her back up the spiral of desire. Once they were both near the peak his hips moved faster. Abandoning the small space between them, Cyrus pushed one arm under her round rear, gripping and pulling her to meet each of his thrusts, and the other arm went under her back and shoulder to tangle in her hair. With an agonized groan he gave into temptation and bit into her shoulder, not drinking but holding his wildcat as his instincts demanded. Shuddering as his body pumped itself into hers, he thought he saw stars.
Licking the slight wound after he released her neck took a huge amount of effort as legethary sapped his strength. With a regretfull hiss he rolled them both onto their sides before having the covers that sprawlled indecently off the bed up over them. Stroking her hair and murmering words of love and endearments, Cyrus fell asleep satiated.
As he felt her reach orgasm he growled in satisfaction. Pleasuring his mate was important to him. Releasing the skin from between his teeth he laved the area with his tongue as the small bruise faded quickly. Slowing his thrusts down and making each motion draw out their mutual pleasure Cyrus was amazed at her affect on him. Just feeling her come for him was almost as good as finding his own orgasm.
Still he continued to pump his hips, coaxing her back up the spiral of desire. Once they were both near the peak his hips moved faster. Abandoning the small space between them, Cyrus pushed one arm under her round rear, gripping and pulling her to meet each of his thrusts, and the other arm went under her back and shoulder to tangle in her hair. With an agonized groan he gave into temptation and bit into her shoulder, not drinking but holding his wildcat as his instincts demanded. Shuddering as his body pumped itself into hers, he thought he saw stars.
Licking the slight wound after he released her neck took a huge amount of effort as legethary sapped his strength. With a regretfull hiss he rolled them both onto their sides before having the covers that sprawlled indecently off the bed up over them. Stroking her hair and murmering words of love and endearments, Cyrus fell asleep satiated.
Fallon
18 years ago
As was always the case, the feeling of pulsing eruptions continued for several seconds once Fallon climaxed, and then dwindled down to one marvelous sensation of fabulous weariness. Stunned almost beyond understanding each time she orgasmed with Cyrus, Fallon greedily wished they would last longer, but laughed softly against his neck at the idea. If they lasted any longer she would surely die, she just knew it, from such bliss. His tongue sent shivers through her exhausted body, as it stroked her neck, and she remembered the added burst of pleasure his fangs had caused when they entered that same spot.
That he continued to hold her, and pet her even after they had found their release, was perfect in her eyes. It didn't matter if he was asleep soon after, and she couldn't imagine why a woman would find that act reprehensible. Fallon felt quite lethargic and sleepy herself, but fought to remain awake for just a few minutes more. For a few moments after Cyrus' hand stilled, Fallon remained curled in his arms, and concentrated on every part of their bodies that touched.
Love...it had so many forms, and so many emotions associated with it...so many ways to express it. Sex was one of the best way she could show Cyrus how she felt about him, and in return he reciprocated brilliantly. But she knew even outside of the sex, through ways he looked at her, touched her, did things for her, that he loved her more than any other ever would, or ever had.
"I am truly blessed." She murmured into his shoulder, before placing a kiss there, and closing her eyes to let sleep take her too.
(both out)
That he continued to hold her, and pet her even after they had found their release, was perfect in her eyes. It didn't matter if he was asleep soon after, and she couldn't imagine why a woman would find that act reprehensible. Fallon felt quite lethargic and sleepy herself, but fought to remain awake for just a few minutes more. For a few moments after Cyrus' hand stilled, Fallon remained curled in his arms, and concentrated on every part of their bodies that touched.
Love...it had so many forms, and so many emotions associated with it...so many ways to express it. Sex was one of the best way she could show Cyrus how she felt about him, and in return he reciprocated brilliantly. But she knew even outside of the sex, through ways he looked at her, touched her, did things for her, that he loved her more than any other ever would, or ever had.
"I am truly blessed." She murmured into his shoulder, before placing a kiss there, and closing her eyes to let sleep take her too.
(both out)