The skin between his eyebrows crinkled quizzically when he tried to make the connection to that ridiculous movie about the giant sand worms. He had suffered through numerous odd movies since he began dating Reign, but because it was time spent with her, he rarely complained. Some, in fact, he even found amusing, but to think her knowledge of werewolves was limited to those same movies, contributed to his occasional bouts of concern.
He found himself grinning stupidly, but kept toying with her hair. He had always loved her soft, blond waves, both in touch, and scent, and was glad she didn’t seem to mind his attentions. That she also expressed her cares about his welfare kept the smile in place just that much longer.
“I appreciate that, and have to reiterate…my own motives are similarly based. You mean more to me, Reign, than my own life. No matter what, I will not be responsible for intentionally causing you harm.”
His hand moved to the other side of her head, and the top of his finger skimmed her cheek, as his eyes blurred with heat, peering into hers.
A short, soft cough broke the eye contact, and Bastian’s hand left its perch to reach for a piece of cauliflower. If he hadn’t found some way to distract himself, he was sure the evening would have taken a quick turn in another direction. And while he rather hoped it would eventually take that same direction, he was still striving for patience, and a slow trip.
“I didn’t tell you…I hired someone to work in my office…help with the books, bills, that sort of thing.”
It was a poor segue, but he hoped it might help to stave off his other hunger, for time to appease his nutritional one.
Guess Who's Coming to Dinner (Private, Bastian)
It had taken the better part of the day but Reign had cleaned the house from top to bottom. Everything had been washed, vacuumed or dusted as appropriate (even the dog much to Sirius' dismay). She told herself it just needed to be done but really, she was a little nervous and the cleaning had kept her mind off things and made the place presentable.
She'd asked Will for time, how much time, well that would depend on Bastian wouldn't it? Enough of that she needed to get dressed. It seemed silly to get so dressed up at home but jeans and a t-shirt didn't seem right either. She settled on a silk wrap top with a low V-neck in a bright sapphire blue and light gray wool pants. No jewelry though, and no shoes either, it was casual wasn't it?
With that done, she gave one last once over to the dinner she brought in. Hey just because she could clean didn't mean Reign was a cook. It was set out on the coffee table rather than the dining room, she didn't feel like ruining the organized chaos of her research. Dinner was more finger foods than anything, sushi, egg rolls, veggie sticks, cut up melon, and a few other random things. Hell, she'd even managed to stash a bottle of white wine in the fridge.
So that meant she was prepared right? Well not really but there wasn't anything else she could do just now. Reign perched on the couch to wait and eyed her furry friend.
"Yes I suspect you know Bastian is coming over tonight. I expect you to be a gentleman, its possible we'll be seeing more of him, and I'm rather fond of him."Â?
Sirius cocked his head, chuffed and lay down at her feet chewing at one of his toys.
"You're a brilliant conversationalist aren't you? Will you get the door when he comes then?"Â?
She wanted to fall back on the couch and relax, but she might wrinkle things. God, did she just think that? Just for that once she'd made her impression she was slouching the rest of the night and sprawling on couch in as un-ladylike manner as she could manage.
Another glance at the clock; he wasn't late, she was just ready early and it was killing her.
Bastian
17 years ago
Reign
17 years ago
"From now on you at least give me a chance to make choice."Â?
Reign snapped right back at him. The words came out sharper than she had intended them to, but she didn't want a chance that there be any misunderstandings now.
For as much as she lov... er... um... lo... For as much as she liked him Reign was honest about Bas as well and she knew it was entirely possible that he would make a decision for both of them, but she wasn't about to have that in such an important matter.
Softening a bit she tried to take the edge off her snap.
"You can give me two rotten choices, but give me something."Â?
So close. Damned he was so very close and he had aged well and still looked as brilliant as ever... maybe more so than he had in college. Did she turn the heat up in here? Maybe the thermostat was broken, she should look into that. Later though, much much later.
God he had great eyes, he always had and at least when he looked at her they never hid any thing. She loved that about him. And right now they were fairly intense and she sure as hell didn't want to argue with him any more.
At least Bastian had some sense, although she sort of wished he'd let that common sense fly to the wind. But still cooler heads and all that; as he reached for the cauliflower she snatched her wine back.
For better or worse they appeared to each be on the same page.
"No you didn't. I can imagine you'd need help with that though the amount of paper work would kill me. Hell why do you think I have an agent."Â?
Reign snapped right back at him. The words came out sharper than she had intended them to, but she didn't want a chance that there be any misunderstandings now.
For as much as she lov... er... um... lo... For as much as she liked him Reign was honest about Bas as well and she knew it was entirely possible that he would make a decision for both of them, but she wasn't about to have that in such an important matter.
Softening a bit she tried to take the edge off her snap.
"You can give me two rotten choices, but give me something."Â?
So close. Damned he was so very close and he had aged well and still looked as brilliant as ever... maybe more so than he had in college. Did she turn the heat up in here? Maybe the thermostat was broken, she should look into that. Later though, much much later.
God he had great eyes, he always had and at least when he looked at her they never hid any thing. She loved that about him. And right now they were fairly intense and she sure as hell didn't want to argue with him any more.
At least Bastian had some sense, although she sort of wished he'd let that common sense fly to the wind. But still cooler heads and all that; as he reached for the cauliflower she snatched her wine back.
For better or worse they appeared to each be on the same page.
"No you didn't. I can imagine you'd need help with that though the amount of paper work would kill me. Hell why do you think I have an agent."Â?
Bastian
17 years ago
“Yes, of course, I promise.”
It still wasn’t an easy topic between them, but it was also something that they had to find some way to deal with. His words were said with sincerity, and he meant them, even if they were blurted out almost before she finished her demands. He knew she would respond in kind, and had decided his own position a while back. If they were lucky enough to find each other again, he would never exclude her from such a decision.
“If it helps, I don’t foresee needing to go through anything like this again.”
He averted his eyes again, afraid what she might see in them would overwhelm her. Bastian could only pretend things for so long, and when it came to Reign, pretending indifference was next to impossible. He was afraid if a mirror had been placed in front of him, his reflection would be full of love, and the last thing he needed tonight was to send her running in terror, for fear of being swallowed up in emotions.
Soon, he kept telling himself. He hoped that sooner, rather than later, they could get rid of all the caution, and he would no longer need to pull back.
“Truthfully, aside from an odd moment here and there, wondering what it would be like having someone else pouring over all that paperwork, I hadn’t given it much thought. And yet, for some reason the other night the idea seemed to merit immediate attention. Luckily I happened to be in the presence of the perfect candidate for the job, so I hired her.”
Not that Diane had been proven to be some accounting wizard, or anything like that, but the fact that she was part of his pack made her perfect. Not only could she take care of the checks, and things, but since she shared the wolf concerns, she would be the perfect ally for anything that might pop up in that regard as well. Beyond that, she had won Bastian’s trust.
It still wasn’t an easy topic between them, but it was also something that they had to find some way to deal with. His words were said with sincerity, and he meant them, even if they were blurted out almost before she finished her demands. He knew she would respond in kind, and had decided his own position a while back. If they were lucky enough to find each other again, he would never exclude her from such a decision.
“If it helps, I don’t foresee needing to go through anything like this again.”
He averted his eyes again, afraid what she might see in them would overwhelm her. Bastian could only pretend things for so long, and when it came to Reign, pretending indifference was next to impossible. He was afraid if a mirror had been placed in front of him, his reflection would be full of love, and the last thing he needed tonight was to send her running in terror, for fear of being swallowed up in emotions.
Soon, he kept telling himself. He hoped that sooner, rather than later, they could get rid of all the caution, and he would no longer need to pull back.
“Truthfully, aside from an odd moment here and there, wondering what it would be like having someone else pouring over all that paperwork, I hadn’t given it much thought. And yet, for some reason the other night the idea seemed to merit immediate attention. Luckily I happened to be in the presence of the perfect candidate for the job, so I hired her.”
Not that Diane had been proven to be some accounting wizard, or anything like that, but the fact that she was part of his pack made her perfect. Not only could she take care of the checks, and things, but since she shared the wolf concerns, she would be the perfect ally for anything that might pop up in that regard as well. Beyond that, she had won Bastian’s trust.
Reign
17 years ago
Frankly Reign was relieved at the change of subject, no matter how mundane. If they had kept going it was likely they would have started to argue... even if they were agreeing on things, not that Reign would -ever- push buttons like that. No never. But their relationship was still healing and now was not the right time to pick a fight.
She couldn't tell quite what he was looking at, apparently anything but her. For some reason though she wasn't offended or worried about it.
Hired her? To be jealous or not to be jealous that was the question. She didn't have a right to be jealous, not yet, not really. And really she didn't have a reason, of the two of them she was the one who'd looked at options, Bas said there'd been on one else and she believed him. So if she believed him she couldn't be jealous. Right?
"You were just stalked by a medical secretary is that what you're telling me?"Â?
Oh damned, that sounded jealous. Well she hadn't meant it too. She wasn't really, there was no need to.
"Where did you run into her?"Â?
That she was curious about. It didn't seem like the sort of accidental encounter you were likely to have.
She couldn't tell quite what he was looking at, apparently anything but her. For some reason though she wasn't offended or worried about it.
Hired her? To be jealous or not to be jealous that was the question. She didn't have a right to be jealous, not yet, not really. And really she didn't have a reason, of the two of them she was the one who'd looked at options, Bas said there'd been on one else and she believed him. So if she believed him she couldn't be jealous. Right?
"You were just stalked by a medical secretary is that what you're telling me?"Â?
Oh damned, that sounded jealous. Well she hadn't meant it too. She wasn't really, there was no need to.
"Where did you run into her?"Â?
That she was curious about. It didn't seem like the sort of accidental encounter you were likely to have.
Bastian
17 years ago
Jealousy was something Bastian had dealt with, in regard to Reign, way back in college. Not that he didn’t trust her, but he knew how men could be, and occasionally feared more for her safety, and not her betrayal.
Yet with respect to himself, once he had known he loved her, all ideas of romance with anyone else had disappeared. Even when he’d been apart from her, and technically single, his heart still belonged to her. That was another thing he shared with his wolf brethren who mated for life. He had given his heart to the one woman he had ever loved, and with her it remained today.
Diane! His thoughts snapped back to the present subject.
“She…is…well, I met her one night while I was out running. In fact, I met her, and another…pack mate. No, that’s not accurate either. I met them both at a pack meeting, initially, then ran into them both on pack land.”
He paused briefly, deciding how much detail he should go into, and how much emphasis he should place on the whole pack issue. She needed to know, but he was still very cautious of how much and how soon.
“However, the last time, when I offered her the job, I was returning from the pack lands, and came across her just before I reached my property. She had…”
Another brief pause, as Bastian warred with what information he felt able to give Reign. He wanted to tell her everything, and hopefully someday he would again be able to, but for now, respecting her boundaries, he refrained from saying too much about the pack, and Diane’s activities that night.
“…she needed a ride home, so I brought her back to my home, and before driving her home, offered her coffee, and soup.”
He couldn’t resist a soft chuckle, as he heard his own words, and realized just how incomplete they sounded.
“She has a young son, and is struggling to care for herself and the boy. I needed the help, believe her to be bright enough to do the work, and being that she’s part of my pack, I trust her.”
That was the gist of the situation, and he really hadn’t omitted anything important.
Yet with respect to himself, once he had known he loved her, all ideas of romance with anyone else had disappeared. Even when he’d been apart from her, and technically single, his heart still belonged to her. That was another thing he shared with his wolf brethren who mated for life. He had given his heart to the one woman he had ever loved, and with her it remained today.
Diane! His thoughts snapped back to the present subject.
“She…is…well, I met her one night while I was out running. In fact, I met her, and another…pack mate. No, that’s not accurate either. I met them both at a pack meeting, initially, then ran into them both on pack land.”
He paused briefly, deciding how much detail he should go into, and how much emphasis he should place on the whole pack issue. She needed to know, but he was still very cautious of how much and how soon.
“However, the last time, when I offered her the job, I was returning from the pack lands, and came across her just before I reached my property. She had…”
Another brief pause, as Bastian warred with what information he felt able to give Reign. He wanted to tell her everything, and hopefully someday he would again be able to, but for now, respecting her boundaries, he refrained from saying too much about the pack, and Diane’s activities that night.
“…she needed a ride home, so I brought her back to my home, and before driving her home, offered her coffee, and soup.”
He couldn’t resist a soft chuckle, as he heard his own words, and realized just how incomplete they sounded.
“She has a young son, and is struggling to care for herself and the boy. I needed the help, believe her to be bright enough to do the work, and being that she’s part of my pack, I trust her.”
That was the gist of the situation, and he really hadn’t omitted anything important.
Reign
17 years ago
Packmate, oh that was something to think about... had they had this conversation? She couldn't remember. The point was in the movies werewolves were rather solitary creatures.
"Ummmm... Lupo... how many packmates,"Â? the word felt odd and awkward as she said it, "do you have running around the city?"Â?
Packmate, pack land, this sounded fairly large and well organized. She should have gone back to Chicago.
Beyond that what exactly was a packmate? Were they talking Wild Kingdom here? Where they all related, did they have some other kind of bond, did he flirt with her when he was a man and then have a wolf chick (so to speak) on the side? Could one be jealous of a wolf, if indeed that was the case, or was it purely physical and not something she could or even should do anything about?
About this time Reign was starting to think she should have tried harder to make it work with Vince. Bastard though he could occasionally be at least you knew more or less what to expect from a human male. Hell even Will and it being a young relationship, human was human and she could work with that. Well she could work with this too, it would just take more and longer, that was all.
"And not that I don't think it's great that you're helping her out, cause I do, but why isn't the pack helping?"Â?
She was just going to have to trust Bas on this one. Not that she was thrilled with the idea of a young single mom spending so much time around her wolf, but she could be rational if she put her mind to it
"Ummmm... Lupo... how many packmates,"Â? the word felt odd and awkward as she said it, "do you have running around the city?"Â?
Packmate, pack land, this sounded fairly large and well organized. She should have gone back to Chicago.
Beyond that what exactly was a packmate? Were they talking Wild Kingdom here? Where they all related, did they have some other kind of bond, did he flirt with her when he was a man and then have a wolf chick (so to speak) on the side? Could one be jealous of a wolf, if indeed that was the case, or was it purely physical and not something she could or even should do anything about?
About this time Reign was starting to think she should have tried harder to make it work with Vince. Bastard though he could occasionally be at least you knew more or less what to expect from a human male. Hell even Will and it being a young relationship, human was human and she could work with that. Well she could work with this too, it would just take more and longer, that was all.
"And not that I don't think it's great that you're helping her out, cause I do, but why isn't the pack helping?"Â?
She was just going to have to trust Bas on this one. Not that she was thrilled with the idea of a young single mom spending so much time around her wolf, but she could be rational if she put her mind to it
Bastian
17 years ago
Why was it that when Reign said ‘pack mate’ it sounded like something you might take on a picnic? He grinned, but did not comment. He could tell she was trying to understand, and there was no way in hell he would tease her. At least not until she became a lot more familiar with things.
“I…really have no idea how many there are in the pack. I did come to Nachton to meet them, and obtain more information about them, and my responsibility to them, but so far I have to admit I’ve been pretty lax. I haven’t received any notices of monthly meetings, or functions, but then I’m basically the same man you were once in love with, so I still tend to stick to myself for the most part.”
Did it hurt to keep reminding her of the past? If nothing else, Bastian had to admit if it pushed thoughts of Will farther from her mind, it served a good purpose. And he wasn’t the least bit ashamed to think such thoughts.
“That makes it a little difficult to open myself up to them as a whole. My getting to know them, one or two at a time as I have with Diane, and Mosi, is a lot more to my liking. But at this rate it will probably take some time before I know just how large the pack is.”
Was she overwhelmed by the thought that the werewolves existed in large numbers?
“Cara, you do know we’re all pretty much just normal people, except for that random night or two each month. If you’re at all concerned that you might be in danger, I can’t stress enough that you aren’t. In fact you’re still more apt to be mugged in Chicago, than attacked by a werewolf, anywhere in the world. If anything, we’re more concerned with keeping low profiles, and not risking exposure, than running after young single women…”
His hand had found its way to the back of her head again, and he petted her soft hair, and grinned.
“…no matter how pretty they are.”
Her next question gave him pause, but only momentarily. During that moment he wondered why she would think the pack should offer Diane a job. Surely she wasn’t jealous. Reign didn’t get jealous back when they were together, so now that they weren’t technically doing more than casual dating, and she had yet to even make that exclusive with him, he couldn’t imagine she would feel threatened.
“Diane…I hope she doesn’t mind me telling you this, but she is a relatively new wolf, and was not ‘gifted’ voluntarily, as most of the pack were. She was turned without her consent, much as I was. So she has yet to completely come to terms with that part of her life. And her son…she still worries about his possible involvement in the pack. I think she would rather not become too dependent on them yet.
I’m sure you can ask her when you meet her. I’m afraid I didn’t’ think to ask.”
The questions regarding their relationship still existed, but Bastian had to believe that he and Reign would continue to see each other, and that she would eventually be at his place again, and in position to meet Diane.
He reached to the table and picked up an egg roll, which he devoured in two bites. He hadn’t mentioned it to Reign yet, but he rarely ate meat, and when he did he had to have everything well cooked. Thus he avoided the sushi, but happily continued eating the vegetables.
Draining the last of his wine, without a thought he got up, and retrieved the bottle from the kitchen. Returning to the couch he filled both glasses with what was left in the bottle, and set the empty on the table next to the food.
“Which reminds me, you still have a task to perform out at the ranch. Him and her are getting quite annoyed with their lack of proper monikers.”
“I…really have no idea how many there are in the pack. I did come to Nachton to meet them, and obtain more information about them, and my responsibility to them, but so far I have to admit I’ve been pretty lax. I haven’t received any notices of monthly meetings, or functions, but then I’m basically the same man you were once in love with, so I still tend to stick to myself for the most part.”
Did it hurt to keep reminding her of the past? If nothing else, Bastian had to admit if it pushed thoughts of Will farther from her mind, it served a good purpose. And he wasn’t the least bit ashamed to think such thoughts.
“That makes it a little difficult to open myself up to them as a whole. My getting to know them, one or two at a time as I have with Diane, and Mosi, is a lot more to my liking. But at this rate it will probably take some time before I know just how large the pack is.”
Was she overwhelmed by the thought that the werewolves existed in large numbers?
“Cara, you do know we’re all pretty much just normal people, except for that random night or two each month. If you’re at all concerned that you might be in danger, I can’t stress enough that you aren’t. In fact you’re still more apt to be mugged in Chicago, than attacked by a werewolf, anywhere in the world. If anything, we’re more concerned with keeping low profiles, and not risking exposure, than running after young single women…”
His hand had found its way to the back of her head again, and he petted her soft hair, and grinned.
“…no matter how pretty they are.”
Her next question gave him pause, but only momentarily. During that moment he wondered why she would think the pack should offer Diane a job. Surely she wasn’t jealous. Reign didn’t get jealous back when they were together, so now that they weren’t technically doing more than casual dating, and she had yet to even make that exclusive with him, he couldn’t imagine she would feel threatened.
“Diane…I hope she doesn’t mind me telling you this, but she is a relatively new wolf, and was not ‘gifted’ voluntarily, as most of the pack were. She was turned without her consent, much as I was. So she has yet to completely come to terms with that part of her life. And her son…she still worries about his possible involvement in the pack. I think she would rather not become too dependent on them yet.
I’m sure you can ask her when you meet her. I’m afraid I didn’t’ think to ask.”
The questions regarding their relationship still existed, but Bastian had to believe that he and Reign would continue to see each other, and that she would eventually be at his place again, and in position to meet Diane.
He reached to the table and picked up an egg roll, which he devoured in two bites. He hadn’t mentioned it to Reign yet, but he rarely ate meat, and when he did he had to have everything well cooked. Thus he avoided the sushi, but happily continued eating the vegetables.
Draining the last of his wine, without a thought he got up, and retrieved the bottle from the kitchen. Returning to the couch he filled both glasses with what was left in the bottle, and set the empty on the table next to the food.
“Which reminds me, you still have a task to perform out at the ranch. Him and her are getting quite annoyed with their lack of proper monikers.”
Reign
17 years ago
OK she was applying human, well not even human but her own personal views to this whole pack thing. She figured it was like a family and you just didn't 'not know' about a family. She was going to have to adjust her thinking apparently. Unfortunately, that adjustment lead to images of werewolves in little Shriner hats holding monthly meetings and bake sales and that was far too damned funny. She had to force the image from her mind of laugh madly.
It was far too easy to enjoy the feel of his hands in her hair.
"Not interested in running after single young women... so you're hunting down divorced not quite so young ones? Don't think we run as fast, is that it?"Â?
She teased him.
Reign frowned. She didn't appreciate the idea of having something like this forced on a person, it had hurt like hell and she'd only experienced it second hand and if this Diane had a kid too. Of course this brought her right back to wondering what exactly what a pack was. And if Diane wanted to keep her son clear of it did that mean she was in any danger betting involved with Bastian? God every answer had three more questions.
As he walked way, she sighed and munched thoughtfully on some of the sushi. It was pretty good, she'd probably hit this joint again.
Gratefully she laughed at the idea of her assignment.
"We'll have to do something about that."Â?
Her own studies and family tradition had long ago warped Reign's perspective on names. Now she thought for a second searching for a brother sister pairing that she liked. It was hard most ideas seemed to be husband and wife.
"What about Hestia and Zeus? Although I'll admit Zeus is a bit of a presumptuous name... maybe better suited to a bigger animal."Â?
It was far too easy to enjoy the feel of his hands in her hair.
"Not interested in running after single young women... so you're hunting down divorced not quite so young ones? Don't think we run as fast, is that it?"Â?
She teased him.
Reign frowned. She didn't appreciate the idea of having something like this forced on a person, it had hurt like hell and she'd only experienced it second hand and if this Diane had a kid too. Of course this brought her right back to wondering what exactly what a pack was. And if Diane wanted to keep her son clear of it did that mean she was in any danger betting involved with Bastian? God every answer had three more questions.
As he walked way, she sighed and munched thoughtfully on some of the sushi. It was pretty good, she'd probably hit this joint again.
Gratefully she laughed at the idea of her assignment.
"We'll have to do something about that."Â?
Her own studies and family tradition had long ago warped Reign's perspective on names. Now she thought for a second searching for a brother sister pairing that she liked. It was hard most ideas seemed to be husband and wife.
"What about Hestia and Zeus? Although I'll admit Zeus is a bit of a presumptuous name... maybe better suited to a bigger animal."Â?
Bastian
17 years ago
So relieved was he, when Reign joked about her marital status, that Bastian quickly busied himself with another bite of food. He wondered if she knew what her teasing revealed about herself, or was unconscious to it. Not that it mattered, for Bastian did recognize just how telling her words were, and therein was where his relief formed.
That she had opened herself up to teasing about his pursuit had to mean she was feeling more comfortable with it, and that being the case she had reinforced the probability that she was leaning toward them being together again. Walking into the kitchen had given him time to regroup his thoughts, and form a better plan of attack for the evening.
He chuckled to himself when he realized how much of the wolf was becoming a day to day part of his make up. Years ago he would have never thought about 'attacking' things, even if it was just a term that even little kids used.
He was also relieved that the issue of Diane, and her possible, though highly unlikely, motives toward him might pose a threat to Reign, were dismissed for the time being. Apparently no matter how much he told this woman...of his...that there was no one else in the world that could ever take her place in his heart...he now accepted there would always be some concern for her in that regard.
It was a little different for him, though he would never voice it, but she had married, and she had begun seeing another man, even knowing Bastian was back. If anyone had reason to contemplate jealousy, it was Bastian. However, there was little chance he would bring up the subject, and risk turning the tide of the evening.
No, Bastian was feeling less and less worried about their future together, and would fall back into his positive thinking mode. She might have feelings for...Will...but he would never believe they could come close to what the two of them shared.
Shaking all thoughts but those of her from his head, Bastian grinned almost childishly when she showed interest in naming the pups.
"Ah...Zeus! Yes, I am sure he will be proud to bear that name...I can even see him prancing around now, as he wears it in front of the others. Hestia is perfect as well! See, I just knew you'd come up with the right ones...Sirius, old boy, I'm sure you agree. You'll need to join your mistress during her next visit and meet my little god and goddess...you can let them in on the ins and outs of Nachton life."
Feeling the need to include the dog in the goings on, and hoping his doing so would widen the road to understanding between them, Bastian looked behind Reign in the direction where the dog still lie.
"I'll not tell Zeus you were momentarily reconsidering labeling him such due to his size. For what he lacks physically, he makes up for in his own mind."
Considering briefly the name for 'her', Bastian continued.
"And Hestia...well, since she already thinks she rules the roost, you have again chosen the best possible option. It's so obvious, I just can't believe I didn't think if it myself."
And the names really were perfect in his mind. So much so his next words were blurted out before he had a chance to think them through well.
"We really do suit you know...this should just go to show you how much I need you with me...how much you compliment..."
Fortunately his mind caught up with his words, and he shut his mouth then. It was one thing to believe something in his heart, and want it more than his own breath, but it was another entirely to force those thoughts onto Reign before she acknowledged them herself.
Seeking to swiftly change the subject, but temporarily at a loss, Bastian stood up and went in search of her music system, hoping to offer a sufficient enough distraction to lessen any tension he perceived.
That she had opened herself up to teasing about his pursuit had to mean she was feeling more comfortable with it, and that being the case she had reinforced the probability that she was leaning toward them being together again. Walking into the kitchen had given him time to regroup his thoughts, and form a better plan of attack for the evening.
He chuckled to himself when he realized how much of the wolf was becoming a day to day part of his make up. Years ago he would have never thought about 'attacking' things, even if it was just a term that even little kids used.
He was also relieved that the issue of Diane, and her possible, though highly unlikely, motives toward him might pose a threat to Reign, were dismissed for the time being. Apparently no matter how much he told this woman...of his...that there was no one else in the world that could ever take her place in his heart...he now accepted there would always be some concern for her in that regard.
It was a little different for him, though he would never voice it, but she had married, and she had begun seeing another man, even knowing Bastian was back. If anyone had reason to contemplate jealousy, it was Bastian. However, there was little chance he would bring up the subject, and risk turning the tide of the evening.
No, Bastian was feeling less and less worried about their future together, and would fall back into his positive thinking mode. She might have feelings for...Will...but he would never believe they could come close to what the two of them shared.
Shaking all thoughts but those of her from his head, Bastian grinned almost childishly when she showed interest in naming the pups.
"Ah...Zeus! Yes, I am sure he will be proud to bear that name...I can even see him prancing around now, as he wears it in front of the others. Hestia is perfect as well! See, I just knew you'd come up with the right ones...Sirius, old boy, I'm sure you agree. You'll need to join your mistress during her next visit and meet my little god and goddess...you can let them in on the ins and outs of Nachton life."
Feeling the need to include the dog in the goings on, and hoping his doing so would widen the road to understanding between them, Bastian looked behind Reign in the direction where the dog still lie.
"I'll not tell Zeus you were momentarily reconsidering labeling him such due to his size. For what he lacks physically, he makes up for in his own mind."
Considering briefly the name for 'her', Bastian continued.
"And Hestia...well, since she already thinks she rules the roost, you have again chosen the best possible option. It's so obvious, I just can't believe I didn't think if it myself."
And the names really were perfect in his mind. So much so his next words were blurted out before he had a chance to think them through well.
"We really do suit you know...this should just go to show you how much I need you with me...how much you compliment..."
Fortunately his mind caught up with his words, and he shut his mouth then. It was one thing to believe something in his heart, and want it more than his own breath, but it was another entirely to force those thoughts onto Reign before she acknowledged them herself.
Seeking to swiftly change the subject, but temporarily at a loss, Bastian stood up and went in search of her music system, hoping to offer a sufficient enough distraction to lessen any tension he perceived.
Reign
17 years ago
Laughing aloud Reign shook her head at such an image.
"I'm sure no Zeus ever 'pranced' I think strutting regally is more in line with that particular moniker."Â?
She was more than pleased with his reaction to the names and even more so that he was making an effort to bring the mutt into things. Funny that that should be important to her, but Sirius had been her friend and companion for a long time, her family when she'd walked way and so I held a very particular roll in her life. What ever was going on between Sirius and Bastian she hoped they'd work it out soon.
Sirius responded to being spoken to by again raising his head and chuffing in their general direction. As if to say that he was too old and dignified to be escorting young balls of fluff about. Reign rolled her eyes at him.
"Get over yourself Boy-o you are just an over grown pup and you know it."Â?
She found herself looking forward to a trip out to his place and bringing Sirius would be a good thing it would give him a chance to really stretch his legs. Even with the big yard and any number of long walks he didn't often have that kind of freedom.
This distracting and pleasant day dream was brought to an abrupt end with Bastian's next words. Reign froze not at all sure how to respond to that. It gave her just a small glimpse at how much he had missed her. Odd that it would be that one off moment that she would believe rather than any of his other declarations. Perhaps it was because it was so honest and unthinking an exclamation.
Watching him move away from her she guessed what he might be up to.
"The cabinet on the left side of the center has most everything in it."Â?
She gave him a moment to fidget and regain some composure before venturing on.
"Compliment each other? Rather like chocolate and vanilla?"Â?
Humor had always been a good shield and defense for better or worse. It probably wasn't appropriate right now but damned if she knew what was.
"I'm sure no Zeus ever 'pranced' I think strutting regally is more in line with that particular moniker."Â?
She was more than pleased with his reaction to the names and even more so that he was making an effort to bring the mutt into things. Funny that that should be important to her, but Sirius had been her friend and companion for a long time, her family when she'd walked way and so I held a very particular roll in her life. What ever was going on between Sirius and Bastian she hoped they'd work it out soon.
Sirius responded to being spoken to by again raising his head and chuffing in their general direction. As if to say that he was too old and dignified to be escorting young balls of fluff about. Reign rolled her eyes at him.
"Get over yourself Boy-o you are just an over grown pup and you know it."Â?
She found herself looking forward to a trip out to his place and bringing Sirius would be a good thing it would give him a chance to really stretch his legs. Even with the big yard and any number of long walks he didn't often have that kind of freedom.
This distracting and pleasant day dream was brought to an abrupt end with Bastian's next words. Reign froze not at all sure how to respond to that. It gave her just a small glimpse at how much he had missed her. Odd that it would be that one off moment that she would believe rather than any of his other declarations. Perhaps it was because it was so honest and unthinking an exclamation.
Watching him move away from her she guessed what he might be up to.
"The cabinet on the left side of the center has most everything in it."Â?
She gave him a moment to fidget and regain some composure before venturing on.
"Compliment each other? Rather like chocolate and vanilla?"Â?
Humor had always been a good shield and defense for better or worse. It probably wasn't appropriate right now but damned if she knew what was.
Bastian
17 years ago
’Pranced’…’strutted’…sometimes Bastian’s grasp of English still eluded him a little, but for the most part he knew either word worked. He just wasn’t quite sure why one was better than the other. However, it was nothing he was overly concerned about so he merely smiled and nodded at Reign’s wisdom.
As he located her music, with her direction of course, he quickly began looking for something in particular. He had long ago become very familiar with her musical likes, and skimmed over all things ‘Zeppelin’ tonight. In its place he found he enjoyed the sounds of the old group, but right now he was looking for something a lot more ‘mood’ inducing.
In addition to her introducing him to Zeppelin, Reign had refined Bastian’s knowledge of jazz. That was what he sought now, knowing the different kinds of jazz allowed him to find just what he imagined would enhance the evenings activities.
Reign’s tastes in jazz encompassed a great deal, but Bastian had always thought she held a special place aside for Miles Davis. While he could appreciate the trumpeter’s music, and did often, he had a tendency to lean more towards the jazz vocalists, such as the stars who were popular way before his time…Sinatra, Martin, Holliday, Fitzgerald, as well as Connick, Krall, and more recent Buble. He failed to discuss this with Reign now though, since he doubted she would consider any of those singers to be true jazz. It wasn’t like it mattered anyway, as far as he was concerned anyway. It was all music, some just a lot more different than the others.
He was lucky, it seemed, to find a mix of several forms of jazz, both instrumental and vocal, and set it up to play. Turning the sound down, so it was just a hint of music playing in the background, he returned to sit beside her on the couch.
“I have a few Cd's I am going to give you…they’re not exactly what you may be used to, but I think you will find them pleasing. I’ve been relying more and more on music myself over the past few years, as a means for relaxing.”
He grinned her way, and wondered if his face reflected the building excitement he was trying desperately to retain. The closeness they shared, the occasional memory that kept cropping up, and the apparent ease they seemed to have found together again only served to continue to build up his expectations.
Touching her cheek again, whisper softly, and then running his fingertip along one side of her mouth, then up and down her jaw-line, Bastian warred with whether or not he should bring up the other man now, or wait. It was definitely something that they needed to talk about in depth, but wouldn’t it do just as well to hold off on till later? Things were going so well now.
“Chocolate and vanilla, sweet and sour, hot and cold…hard, and soft…”
His gaze grew even hotter as he watched his finger trace gentle curves along her body, from the outside of her clothing. He even wondered if she felt his touch at all, so feather light it was.
But he had given up the pretext of the evening remaining platonic, and began to slowly steer the focus in the direction he’d been planning on, for the past few weeks.
“Satin and steel, flesh and bone, light and dark…”
How was it such simple words were now taking on totally different meanings? Or was that just Bastian’s wishful thinking?
His finger drew a line down her arm, across her lap, and up the center of her chest, diverting back to her shoulder when he reached the level of her breasts, and missing them totally. His hands itched to stop and pull her into his embrace, onto his lap, and move beneath her clothing, but he miraculously kept his cool, and composure.
How much longer he could remain that way was anybody’s guess.
As he located her music, with her direction of course, he quickly began looking for something in particular. He had long ago become very familiar with her musical likes, and skimmed over all things ‘Zeppelin’ tonight. In its place he found he enjoyed the sounds of the old group, but right now he was looking for something a lot more ‘mood’ inducing.
In addition to her introducing him to Zeppelin, Reign had refined Bastian’s knowledge of jazz. That was what he sought now, knowing the different kinds of jazz allowed him to find just what he imagined would enhance the evenings activities.
Reign’s tastes in jazz encompassed a great deal, but Bastian had always thought she held a special place aside for Miles Davis. While he could appreciate the trumpeter’s music, and did often, he had a tendency to lean more towards the jazz vocalists, such as the stars who were popular way before his time…Sinatra, Martin, Holliday, Fitzgerald, as well as Connick, Krall, and more recent Buble. He failed to discuss this with Reign now though, since he doubted she would consider any of those singers to be true jazz. It wasn’t like it mattered anyway, as far as he was concerned anyway. It was all music, some just a lot more different than the others.
He was lucky, it seemed, to find a mix of several forms of jazz, both instrumental and vocal, and set it up to play. Turning the sound down, so it was just a hint of music playing in the background, he returned to sit beside her on the couch.
“I have a few Cd's I am going to give you…they’re not exactly what you may be used to, but I think you will find them pleasing. I’ve been relying more and more on music myself over the past few years, as a means for relaxing.”
He grinned her way, and wondered if his face reflected the building excitement he was trying desperately to retain. The closeness they shared, the occasional memory that kept cropping up, and the apparent ease they seemed to have found together again only served to continue to build up his expectations.
Touching her cheek again, whisper softly, and then running his fingertip along one side of her mouth, then up and down her jaw-line, Bastian warred with whether or not he should bring up the other man now, or wait. It was definitely something that they needed to talk about in depth, but wouldn’t it do just as well to hold off on till later? Things were going so well now.
“Chocolate and vanilla, sweet and sour, hot and cold…hard, and soft…”
His gaze grew even hotter as he watched his finger trace gentle curves along her body, from the outside of her clothing. He even wondered if she felt his touch at all, so feather light it was.
But he had given up the pretext of the evening remaining platonic, and began to slowly steer the focus in the direction he’d been planning on, for the past few weeks.
“Satin and steel, flesh and bone, light and dark…”
How was it such simple words were now taking on totally different meanings? Or was that just Bastian’s wishful thinking?
His finger drew a line down her arm, across her lap, and up the center of her chest, diverting back to her shoulder when he reached the level of her breasts, and missing them totally. His hands itched to stop and pull her into his embrace, onto his lap, and move beneath her clothing, but he miraculously kept his cool, and composure.
How much longer he could remain that way was anybody’s guess.
Reign
17 years ago
"Just tell me you haven't switched over to hip-hop or new age or anything odd like that. You had such good taste at one point."Â?
That is to say he agreed with her at least most of the time. Not that Reign would ever -ever- be vain or arrogant in the matter... of course not.
Watching as he set things up she wondered if they were moving too fast, too far. Maybe things couldn't... shouldn't go back to the way they had been. After all she'd moved on (well she liked to think she had) was it wise to look back? But then again was it really moving back. Neither of them seemed to expect things to go back to exactly the way things had been. They'd both been through quite a lot. Things that changed a person, but through all that there was something that hadn't changed. They both seemed to be accepting of what the other had encountered be it ex-husband or an attack by not so mythological creature.
The CD he picked was good, very mellow. Even if he had turned it up more it wouldn't have interfered with conversation or the mood.
This time as he sat back down Reign was extremely aware of how close he was, of the light touch, of the look in his eye. Dark, hot, smoky; a faint an involuntary shiver ran down her back as she worked on keeping her cool. A soft vaguely teasing smile crossed her face.
"So help me if you say ying and yang or ebony and ivory..."Â?
That is to say he agreed with her at least most of the time. Not that Reign would ever -ever- be vain or arrogant in the matter... of course not.
Watching as he set things up she wondered if they were moving too fast, too far. Maybe things couldn't... shouldn't go back to the way they had been. After all she'd moved on (well she liked to think she had) was it wise to look back? But then again was it really moving back. Neither of them seemed to expect things to go back to exactly the way things had been. They'd both been through quite a lot. Things that changed a person, but through all that there was something that hadn't changed. They both seemed to be accepting of what the other had encountered be it ex-husband or an attack by not so mythological creature.
The CD he picked was good, very mellow. Even if he had turned it up more it wouldn't have interfered with conversation or the mood.
This time as he sat back down Reign was extremely aware of how close he was, of the light touch, of the look in his eye. Dark, hot, smoky; a faint an involuntary shiver ran down her back as she worked on keeping her cool. A soft vaguely teasing smile crossed her face.
"So help me if you say ying and yang or ebony and ivory..."Â?
Bastian
17 years ago
He shook his head, and chuckled.
“No…I’m finished with analogies.”
A short silence then crept between them, and Bastian tried to give her the impression of listening to the music. Thinking there were one or two serious things they still needed to clear up, at least before he would feel comfortable moving closer, he cleared his throat, and looked at her pointedly.
“So…how are things with you and Will?”
While he might have been able to approach that subject a little more subtlety, he really didn’t see why. Her relationship with this Nachton man was not a secret, and it was also not something Bastian figured could go on indefinitely, or at least not if they were to have any hope of taking their relationship in the direction he wanted. Though he had learned to temper his jealousy, when it was no longer just a possibility, and was a true fact, it became nearly impossible. This other man wasn’t a figment of Bastian’s imagination, nor, did he suspect, were the feelings this man had for Reign.
The question now was…what were her feelings for Will?
And though Bastian probably had no legitimate reason for trying to guide Reign into making a decision, when it came to matters of his heart, logic didn’t always win the argument.
“No…I’m finished with analogies.”
A short silence then crept between them, and Bastian tried to give her the impression of listening to the music. Thinking there were one or two serious things they still needed to clear up, at least before he would feel comfortable moving closer, he cleared his throat, and looked at her pointedly.
“So…how are things with you and Will?”
While he might have been able to approach that subject a little more subtlety, he really didn’t see why. Her relationship with this Nachton man was not a secret, and it was also not something Bastian figured could go on indefinitely, or at least not if they were to have any hope of taking their relationship in the direction he wanted. Though he had learned to temper his jealousy, when it was no longer just a possibility, and was a true fact, it became nearly impossible. This other man wasn’t a figment of Bastian’s imagination, nor, did he suspect, were the feelings this man had for Reign.
The question now was…what were her feelings for Will?
And though Bastian probably had no legitimate reason for trying to guide Reign into making a decision, when it came to matters of his heart, logic didn’t always win the argument.
Reign
17 years ago
From hot and tempting to ice water, wasn't that nice.
Reign wanted to be cross and indignant that he'd ask. She didn't like brining up her personal affairs with other people. But, bas wasn't exactly other people and he did have a vested interest in her response this question, so it was fair to ask.
"I'm not sure really. We went out a few days ago and had a nice time."Â?
More than nice really. Not thrilling, not electric but it had been lovely and he was cute and considerate and kind and over all an excellent person. It could have gone further than it had but she'd called things off.
"I told him though... ... I told him I needed some time."Â?
No she hadn't exactly called things off but she had set any possible relationship with Will aside until she had things resolved with Bastian. Whether resolved meant closed and ended or a new beginning was still Bastian's call. It wasn't overly fair to Will but she didn't exactly expect him to wait if he met some one else. It was a risk she was willing to take. Seeing where this old road lead was more important than what might be.
Reign wanted to be cross and indignant that he'd ask. She didn't like brining up her personal affairs with other people. But, bas wasn't exactly other people and he did have a vested interest in her response this question, so it was fair to ask.
"I'm not sure really. We went out a few days ago and had a nice time."Â?
More than nice really. Not thrilling, not electric but it had been lovely and he was cute and considerate and kind and over all an excellent person. It could have gone further than it had but she'd called things off.
"I told him though... ... I told him I needed some time."Â?
No she hadn't exactly called things off but she had set any possible relationship with Will aside until she had things resolved with Bastian. Whether resolved meant closed and ended or a new beginning was still Bastian's call. It wasn't overly fair to Will but she didn't exactly expect him to wait if he met some one else. It was a risk she was willing to take. Seeing where this old road lead was more important than what might be.
Bastian
17 years ago
“Time eh?”
That wasn’t exactly what Bastian had hoped to hear, or expected really. Not that Reign had given him any reason to think things between them were locked up. But the way things had been going tonight, he had assumed…
“Time for what, Cara? I don’t mean to pressure you, but it would seem to me you should have a good idea of how you feel by now. We’ve been back in contact now for a few weeks…you know the reasons behind why I did what I did…I’ve told you how I feel about you, and tried to be patient while you took the time to sort things out. Shall I assume your inability to choose means what you feel for Will is…as great as what you feel for me? Or is it that you just can’t let go of the pain I inflicted on you? Perhaps you just don’t feel as if you could ever trust me again…or just don’t love me in that way? ”
He felt somewhat lost now, but kept his demeanor stoic. It didn’t seem prudent to show her how hurt he was, though he wasn’t sure how long he could maintain the façade.
“I suppose I have no right here, to call you on a decision…”
He stood up then, and went to stand in front of the window, presenting his back to her.
“Have you any idea of how much longer you need…days…weeks…years?” His gut tightened a bit with that question, and he cringed to hear any emotion at all in his words. Perhaps he had no rights, but damn it was a difficult burden, carrying the weight of his transgressions indefinitely. How much longer must he subject himself to this torture…this punishment?
He could only partially regret that he had chosen this time tonight to pursue this matter. If Reign was to eventually tell him that they were over and done with, the sooner she came to that conclusion, the better. He doubted life would ever be as happy as he imagined it could be, but one thing he had learned these past ten years…he was a survivor.
Turning back to face her, Bastian held out his arms toward her.
“I truly have no clue what I can do next, or otherwise.”
That wasn’t exactly what Bastian had hoped to hear, or expected really. Not that Reign had given him any reason to think things between them were locked up. But the way things had been going tonight, he had assumed…
“Time for what, Cara? I don’t mean to pressure you, but it would seem to me you should have a good idea of how you feel by now. We’ve been back in contact now for a few weeks…you know the reasons behind why I did what I did…I’ve told you how I feel about you, and tried to be patient while you took the time to sort things out. Shall I assume your inability to choose means what you feel for Will is…as great as what you feel for me? Or is it that you just can’t let go of the pain I inflicted on you? Perhaps you just don’t feel as if you could ever trust me again…or just don’t love me in that way? ”
He felt somewhat lost now, but kept his demeanor stoic. It didn’t seem prudent to show her how hurt he was, though he wasn’t sure how long he could maintain the façade.
“I suppose I have no right here, to call you on a decision…”
He stood up then, and went to stand in front of the window, presenting his back to her.
“Have you any idea of how much longer you need…days…weeks…years?” His gut tightened a bit with that question, and he cringed to hear any emotion at all in his words. Perhaps he had no rights, but damn it was a difficult burden, carrying the weight of his transgressions indefinitely. How much longer must he subject himself to this torture…this punishment?
He could only partially regret that he had chosen this time tonight to pursue this matter. If Reign was to eventually tell him that they were over and done with, the sooner she came to that conclusion, the better. He doubted life would ever be as happy as he imagined it could be, but one thing he had learned these past ten years…he was a survivor.
Turning back to face her, Bastian held out his arms toward her.
“I truly have no clue what I can do next, or otherwise.”
Reign
17 years ago
"No!"Â?
Reign stood along with him. He'd completely misunderstood. Of course he had she wasn't being clear, this time it was her fault. Realizing that it was easier to remain calm and not launch into a confrontation.
"No, Lupo its nothing like that. Really. This time its me."Â?
Sighing she collapsed back on to the sofa. How in hell's name could she explain this?
"I suppose I've been a bit unfair to you. I didn't think so at first, not when you left, not even when you first came back... but the more I think about it the less happy I am with how I handled things. Maybe I shouldn't have hit you for starters..."Â?
Hind site was 20/20 as the saying went and knowing why he'd left her Reign actually did half wish she'd given him time to explain before she'd decked him that night.
"I was buying time for you. I ... well... thought you might have changed your mind, gotten fed up with this mess. I need to know you still want to go forward."Â?
Sighing Reign half wished she could hide behind something. This wasn't going well, no it wasn't right at all. She hadn't felt this awkward and gawky since they'd first met. Nothing seemed to come out as she'd planed and what she could get out she was having trouble explaining.
Reign stood along with him. He'd completely misunderstood. Of course he had she wasn't being clear, this time it was her fault. Realizing that it was easier to remain calm and not launch into a confrontation.
"No, Lupo its nothing like that. Really. This time its me."Â?
Sighing she collapsed back on to the sofa. How in hell's name could she explain this?
"I suppose I've been a bit unfair to you. I didn't think so at first, not when you left, not even when you first came back... but the more I think about it the less happy I am with how I handled things. Maybe I shouldn't have hit you for starters..."Â?
Hind site was 20/20 as the saying went and knowing why he'd left her Reign actually did half wish she'd given him time to explain before she'd decked him that night.
"I was buying time for you. I ... well... thought you might have changed your mind, gotten fed up with this mess. I need to know you still want to go forward."Â?
Sighing Reign half wished she could hide behind something. This wasn't going well, no it wasn't right at all. She hadn't felt this awkward and gawky since they'd first met. Nothing seemed to come out as she'd planed and what she could get out she was having trouble explaining.
Bastian
17 years ago
He was startled a little by her vehemence, but in listening to what she said next, Bastian took no time to consider. Instead he almost ran to the couch, and stopped before he literally threw himself on her. Pulling her up, he hesitated no further, but kissed her…hard, and passionately, and if he had been able to truly devour her, he probably would have. Giving way to desires that had pent up for so long, knowing she still loved him, and wanted him, maybe as much as he loved and wanted her, was all he had been waiting to hear.
And now that he had begun what he’d waited years for, Bastian doubted a nuclear bomb could stop him. Swinging Reign up in his arms, he glanced around, and tried to decide if he wanted to continue here, on the couch, or …
“Bedroom?”
It never occurred to him that she would now put a halt to things. That she had ever, even briefly, considered he had second thoughts, was beyond his comprehension. So now that he had cleared that up, or his actions were about to, certainly she wanted what was to come next, just as badly as he did.
“Here?”
When he had time later to revisit the memory of this particular moment, he would probably laugh heartily at his impatience, and vigorous actions. However, right now he had much more important things to consider.
And now that he had begun what he’d waited years for, Bastian doubted a nuclear bomb could stop him. Swinging Reign up in his arms, he glanced around, and tried to decide if he wanted to continue here, on the couch, or …
“Bedroom?”
It never occurred to him that she would now put a halt to things. That she had ever, even briefly, considered he had second thoughts, was beyond his comprehension. So now that he had cleared that up, or his actions were about to, certainly she wanted what was to come next, just as badly as he did.
“Here?”
When he had time later to revisit the memory of this particular moment, he would probably laugh heartily at his impatience, and vigorous actions. However, right now he had much more important things to consider.
Reign
17 years ago
If she had been standing Reign would have been knocked over by Bastian's enthusiastic embrace. She was so startled by the kiss and the force behind it that she melted into in an obliging manner. That had been a yes, yes he still wanted her, yes he still wanted to try, and yes they still had a chance to make this work, to try again. It was an amazing thought and the sheer joy of it was rather over whelming.
Being lifted into his arms and knowing with one word where his thoughts were headed (not that it had been terribly hard to figure out) she laughed aloud. For a brief second she considered stopping him, or at least slowing him down but couldn't for the life of her come up with a good reason.
"Unless you want a witness I'd suggest the bedroom."Â?
This time she kissed him. But where his kiss had been hard and passionate hers was slow, soft and tempting. God forbid he should change his mind or start to think they were moving too fast.
"Besides, I made the bed."Â?
Her voice was barley a whisper against his lips.
Being lifted into his arms and knowing with one word where his thoughts were headed (not that it had been terribly hard to figure out) she laughed aloud. For a brief second she considered stopping him, or at least slowing him down but couldn't for the life of her come up with a good reason.
"Unless you want a witness I'd suggest the bedroom."Â?
This time she kissed him. But where his kiss had been hard and passionate hers was slow, soft and tempting. God forbid he should change his mind or start to think they were moving too fast.
"Besides, I made the bed."Â?
Her voice was barley a whisper against his lips.
Bastian
17 years ago
Overcome with incredible happiness, Bastian stood in the middle of Reign’s living room, kissing her over and over again. Their kisses were every bit as passionate as they had started out, but they had slowed down, and become less forceful.
He also didn’t limit his lips to her lips, but moved around her face, bestowing his love upon her brow, her cheeks, her chin…neck…as much of her as he could reach, in the position they were currently found.
Starting down the hallway, Bastian relied both on his peripheral vision, and his keen wolf senses, to move in the right direction, while still kissing and looking at the woman in his arms. He offered a chuckle and a quick quip at her domestic admission.
“I suppose you don’t want to mess it up then, is that what you’re implying?”
Kiss, kiss, snuggle. Louder laughter.
“I’m afraid that’s too bad.”
And saying that while entering her room simultaneously, Bastian tossed his bundle onto the bed, and threw himself down as well.
“I will be more than happy to help you remake it though.”
He obliged, just before wrapping her in his arms again, and resuming his lip play.
Thoughts of how right this all seemed flooded his head, as Bastian’s hands roamed Reign’s body. That they were both a little older, and hopefully wiser, had changed nothing. His fingers had forgotten nothing about her, or the way she felt…her scent, though slightly different, was still pure Reign underneath, and his nose remembered…and his reaction to her was the same as it had been that day, so long ago, when she had joined with him for the first time, and his body responded.
Words of love, and future…reassurances, and confirmations…he spoke them to her, but without the use of words. Instead, as he divested her of her garments, he let his hands and lips talk in the silent ways they knew so well. He hoped she hadn’t forgotten what he was saying, and that any doubts or hurts that hadn’t fully healed, would do so now. He wanted so much for the two of them, but first and foremost he wanted their new journey to begin in the best possible way.
Breathing heavily, and with heart pounding, Bastian made love to every inch of Reign’s body. Pulling her above him, rolling her over, moving down her front, and up her back, soles of her feet, palms of her hands, his hands found her nipples, then his teeth and tongue did as well. Eventually there wasn’t an inch of her skin that Bastian didn’t find, and ravage in his way.
And when he thought he would surely burst from his own need, did he slow down, and roll onto his back. He would give her until he caught his breath, to see if she would pick up where he left off, and if not, he was ready to continue on, until he had her screaming his name.
He also didn’t limit his lips to her lips, but moved around her face, bestowing his love upon her brow, her cheeks, her chin…neck…as much of her as he could reach, in the position they were currently found.
Starting down the hallway, Bastian relied both on his peripheral vision, and his keen wolf senses, to move in the right direction, while still kissing and looking at the woman in his arms. He offered a chuckle and a quick quip at her domestic admission.
“I suppose you don’t want to mess it up then, is that what you’re implying?”
Kiss, kiss, snuggle. Louder laughter.
“I’m afraid that’s too bad.”
And saying that while entering her room simultaneously, Bastian tossed his bundle onto the bed, and threw himself down as well.
“I will be more than happy to help you remake it though.”
He obliged, just before wrapping her in his arms again, and resuming his lip play.
Thoughts of how right this all seemed flooded his head, as Bastian’s hands roamed Reign’s body. That they were both a little older, and hopefully wiser, had changed nothing. His fingers had forgotten nothing about her, or the way she felt…her scent, though slightly different, was still pure Reign underneath, and his nose remembered…and his reaction to her was the same as it had been that day, so long ago, when she had joined with him for the first time, and his body responded.
Words of love, and future…reassurances, and confirmations…he spoke them to her, but without the use of words. Instead, as he divested her of her garments, he let his hands and lips talk in the silent ways they knew so well. He hoped she hadn’t forgotten what he was saying, and that any doubts or hurts that hadn’t fully healed, would do so now. He wanted so much for the two of them, but first and foremost he wanted their new journey to begin in the best possible way.
Breathing heavily, and with heart pounding, Bastian made love to every inch of Reign’s body. Pulling her above him, rolling her over, moving down her front, and up her back, soles of her feet, palms of her hands, his hands found her nipples, then his teeth and tongue did as well. Eventually there wasn’t an inch of her skin that Bastian didn’t find, and ravage in his way.
And when he thought he would surely burst from his own need, did he slow down, and roll onto his back. He would give her until he caught his breath, to see if she would pick up where he left off, and if not, he was ready to continue on, until he had her screaming his name.
Reign
17 years ago
It really was rather corny, hokey even; her in his arms both of them trying to devour the other and Bastian still carrying her to the bedroom. That made her want to laugh, which she did, but it didn't seem to dampen the mood any.
A tart retort at his comment about her housekeeping was lost in a squeak of surprise as she was tossed on the bed and landed in a small explosion of lines and a pillow or too. He'd barley closed the door before the explosion was repeated as Bastian landed.
"Help, hell you mess it up you make it."Â?
That was all she managed to say before being officially distracted. She remembered half helping him get her shirt off but the rest of it was a blur. God she had missed him, it was just... God had he always had so many hands?
Evil, he was positively evil she wanted him so much it hurt. And it wasn't just that she wanted him to make love to her she wanted him an end to the awkwardness and the uncertainty and all the rest of it.
He stopped for a breather and she repositioned herself so she was properly straddling him and not sprawled across him.
"Why is it you always seem to my cloths off before I can get yours off?"Â?
It sounded indignant, but a husky throaty indignant.
Not in the mood to play coy or hard to get she leaned back reaching behind her and managed to get his shoes off and let her hands take a more scenic route back before making it clear that his shirt, among other things, had to go. All of her movements whether yanking his shirt off, nibbling at his neck, or kissing her way down his torso were slow and deliberate. He was driving her to distraction the least she could do was return the favor... and he'd enjoy it to.
A tart retort at his comment about her housekeeping was lost in a squeak of surprise as she was tossed on the bed and landed in a small explosion of lines and a pillow or too. He'd barley closed the door before the explosion was repeated as Bastian landed.
"Help, hell you mess it up you make it."Â?
That was all she managed to say before being officially distracted. She remembered half helping him get her shirt off but the rest of it was a blur. God she had missed him, it was just... God had he always had so many hands?
Evil, he was positively evil she wanted him so much it hurt. And it wasn't just that she wanted him to make love to her she wanted him an end to the awkwardness and the uncertainty and all the rest of it.
He stopped for a breather and she repositioned herself so she was properly straddling him and not sprawled across him.
"Why is it you always seem to my cloths off before I can get yours off?"Â?
It sounded indignant, but a husky throaty indignant.
Not in the mood to play coy or hard to get she leaned back reaching behind her and managed to get his shoes off and let her hands take a more scenic route back before making it clear that his shirt, among other things, had to go. All of her movements whether yanking his shirt off, nibbling at his neck, or kissing her way down his torso were slow and deliberate. He was driving her to distraction the least she could do was return the favor... and he'd enjoy it to.