Brig stood out on the Den lawn looking up at the moon. He had already made it back without running into any of his Pipers, which he was relieved about. There would be no explanation for causing a scene like he did with Vivienne. Guilt and embarrassment found a new home in his gut as he thought about his attitude toward Charlie, but he had never felt so close to beating the hell out of him for unknowingly having something Brig wanted.
The night was starting to cool down, but not by much. He felt the wet heat in the air and as he turned his eyes back toward the Den's residential windows, Brig felt the thin sheet of sweat him grow. Wearing thin, comfortable jeans, no shoes, and a gray Old Navy t-shirt, he judged the distance between the windows and the ground and then looked back up at the moon.
Common sense was making him procrastinate his decision, but really it had already been made for him. Acting like he had a choice was just stupid and wasted time. With a deep breath, Brig looked around and then ran up to the side of the building, launching himself up to the second windows looking out to the westerly treeline of the property. She had left her windows open, in anticipation of his arrival or she didn't like sleeping in the AC like him. Hanging onto the window ledge with both hands, Brig climbed up using the balls of his feet to push himself into the apartment. Silently he sat onto the window ledge and then pulled in his long legs.
The entire apartment emitted her scent and he felt his knees buckle as he planted his feet quietly on the hardwood floor. Leaning against the fireplace, he inhaled deeply, taking in the scent so to desensitize himself, his fingers grazed a picture frame on the mantle. Picking it up, Brig recognized the pack home in Australia. It was the path leading out into the trees, facing their Den. It was the only picture she had in the room. Putting it quietly back on the mantle, he moved across the living room area, his feet padding quietly on hardwood, then a soft area rug, to hardwood again. Her scent grew thicker and more colorful as he came to her bedroom door.
Standing just inside, he saw Vivienne laying with her back to him, curled up in the bed. Her breathing was steady and her shoulders bare. Brig just looked at her, her brown hair air drying against the million pillows on her bed. Looking around the room he saw the personal touch she tried to give it, even though it was only temporary.
Walking quietly into her bedroom, Brig crossed to the left and into the bathroom. He touched the bottles lined on the counter space - that mineral makeup, one lipstick, several makeup brushes, a green toothbrush in a water glass from the kitchen, and various other products. Smiling, he touched everything, leaving his scent and a bit of himself on the things that were personal to her. Picking up her hair brush, he brought it up to his nose and inhaled deeply.
His body warmed at the intense scent of Vivienne Sena. Touching the strands of silken hair, he gently put it back down on the counter and walked back out of the bathroom. Viv was still sleeping, but now he could see the profile of her jaw and the swell of her breasts under her night gown. Looking to his left he saw a dresser with a flat panel tv on top and some scattered dvd cases. He picked up one and read the case.
"Clue", he mouthed. Hmm, he thought. Picking up another he mouthed "Aliens". A slow grin started as he read the rest of her rather eclectic collection, something she brought with her instead of just keeping on her computer. She must be old school, like that.
The top drawer was opened slightly and he peeked in that, his long fingers reaching in and touching a long, silk scarf - sheer red material and almost weightless. He let it dangle out of the drawer before crossing the line between voyeur and stalker.
Standing at the foot of her bed he let his hands touch the sheets just below her feet as he watched her sleep. Moving slowly up the right of the bed, back toward the door, Brig stopped and just stood there.
The bruising on her neck and arms were faint, but he still made a face. No woman has ever had that affect on him - to have a scent so powerful that it would cause such feelings of passion and anger. As he lived and breathed, Brig honestly began to wonder if he loved this woman. This woman who turned over and looked at him.
The only exception.
I've got a tight grip on reality,
but I can't let go of what's in front of me here.
I know you're leaving in the morning
when you wake up.
Leave me with some kind of proof its not a dream.
- Paramore
Viv leaned over her sink and checked the bruising on her neck. Brig's teeth hadn't broken the skin, but it left faint bruises that would more than likely be gone by morning. She had faint bruises along her ribs and shoulders as well. Shaking her head, she tried to understand what set them off so easily. Was it the pheromones; maybe it was a thin line between love and hate.
She gulped at that thought.
Married twice, Viv experienced love as a fleeting, intangible thing. She swore she was content with loneliness, making brief encounters that much more exciting. Yeah, that's what she told herself, but Brig brought out something in her that she hadn't experience in anyone - human or werewolf. Looking down at her hands, she dug the mud from underneath her fingernails, soaping them up in hot water.
Once finished cleaning the dirt off her, Viv pulled her nightgown off the bathroom hook and slipped it over her head. A silk nightie for these warms nights, edged with lace. Nothing special, but comfortable and it was just long enough to reach her mid thigh. Her body was stiffening from the fight and she bent at the waist, doing several yoga poses to try and stretch out the sore muscles. With her hands and feet flat on the floor, she touched her nose to her shins and bounced, feeling the pull along the back of her legs. Straightening, she rolled her arms up and windmilled them back till they felt lose enough to crawl into bed with.
'Blergh,' she mumbled knowing she'd be horribly sore in the morning.
Pulling the comforter back on her king sized bed, Viv pulled the corner of the flat sheet and with her other hand reached over and turned her light out. Her ac was off but her windows open. A gentle breeze blew through the apartment, gusting into the bedroom and out that window. The night gown and flat sheet would be enough since freezing to death while sleeping didn't appeal to Viv.
The bed was huge and the sheets cool as she slipped in and fluffed her pillows. She had bought a couple more thick ones and was surrounded by six pillows total. Hugging a large one, Viv sighed as she looked out of the window at the moon and stars just out of reach. Sleep evaded her for over an hour before finally drifting off into a light sleep.
Brig Jameson
14 years ago
Vivienne Sena
14 years ago
She could smell him, even in her dreams.
The bed was warm and soft, the sun bright through the window, and his body was warm pressed up behind her, holding her as they talked. Viv reached out and ran her nails along his forearm, tracing the hills and valleys of the muscles. His fingers were long and powerful as they played with the swell of her cleavage, running them up and down in between her breasts. He was whispering in her ear, his deep, rumbling voice and soft lips grazing her cheek. Occasionally he'd nibble on her skin, down her neck and shoulders.
Viv strained to hear what he was saying. She could feel his smile even if she couldn't see it. They were happy, together, and in love.
Pushing out of her dream, Viv opened her eyes and felt a presence behind her. She didn't have to look to know it was him, in her bedroom. Brig's scent was so strong that the nether regions of her body reacted immediately to him.
The bedroom was dimly lit by the moonlight streaming in from her window, but she could see him as clear as if it was daylight. Surprise, confusion...a multitude of emotions passed his face as she watched him silently. Rolling over to her opposite side, she propped up her head with her left hand and made no move to get up, to adjust her covers that were down by her hips, or to tell him to leave. They stayed like that, staring at one another, for a long while, but his blue eyes on her felt right and she knew right then if he tried to leave, she'd stop him.
His hands clenched open and closed nervously, but the rest of him was still as he hovered over her. Viv looked him from head to toe noting soft blue jeans that hung on his hips, a gray jersey that looked as soft as it probably was, and the side of his face was illuminated by the moon. Viv sighed slowly, waiting for him to make a decision.
Wasn't that long of a wait.
The bed was warm and soft, the sun bright through the window, and his body was warm pressed up behind her, holding her as they talked. Viv reached out and ran her nails along his forearm, tracing the hills and valleys of the muscles. His fingers were long and powerful as they played with the swell of her cleavage, running them up and down in between her breasts. He was whispering in her ear, his deep, rumbling voice and soft lips grazing her cheek. Occasionally he'd nibble on her skin, down her neck and shoulders.
Viv strained to hear what he was saying. She could feel his smile even if she couldn't see it. They were happy, together, and in love.
Pushing out of her dream, Viv opened her eyes and felt a presence behind her. She didn't have to look to know it was him, in her bedroom. Brig's scent was so strong that the nether regions of her body reacted immediately to him.
The bedroom was dimly lit by the moonlight streaming in from her window, but she could see him as clear as if it was daylight. Surprise, confusion...a multitude of emotions passed his face as she watched him silently. Rolling over to her opposite side, she propped up her head with her left hand and made no move to get up, to adjust her covers that were down by her hips, or to tell him to leave. They stayed like that, staring at one another, for a long while, but his blue eyes on her felt right and she knew right then if he tried to leave, she'd stop him.
His hands clenched open and closed nervously, but the rest of him was still as he hovered over her. Viv looked him from head to toe noting soft blue jeans that hung on his hips, a gray jersey that looked as soft as it probably was, and the side of his face was illuminated by the moon. Viv sighed slowly, waiting for him to make a decision.
Wasn't that long of a wait.
Brig Jameson
14 years ago
Brig couldn't read the expression on her face. He could see her clearly, even with the little light in the room, but she didn't seem surprised to see him and she certainly didn't tell him to leave.
Nervousness crept into his hands and he flexed them unconsciously. Viv gave him one long, appraising look but then looked into his eyes and held them. Her scent was so strong and he knew it would call to him whenever it was present, even when she left. If she left. Right then Brig couldn't imagine not being with Vivienne, couldn't imagine not having that scent engulf him with need and want.
Slowly he sat down on the bed next to Viv, leaning onto his left arm as he slipped it on the side of her hip. Brig memorized the shape of her lips, the flutter of her eyes...every line, every mole on her face. Viv sat up in the bed and they leaned into each other as she closed the gap between them. With a wistful sigh, his right hand grabbed a bit of her long hair, weaving it in between his fingers. His hand brushed up against her arm and he ran his hair laden fingers up to her shoulder, his thumb running circles on her skin.
Not a word passed between them as they sat and explored each other. Viv's hand came up and touched his face and the warmth of it made him close his eyes as she ran her fingers along his jaw. He felt her thumb on his lips and when he opened his eyes, she pressed her forehead against his and he watched as her lips parted, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. Anticipation welled up in his chest as he leaned in and kissed her gently on her lips.
It was a simple, slow and chaste kiss, but it was everything he ever wanted.
Nervousness crept into his hands and he flexed them unconsciously. Viv gave him one long, appraising look but then looked into his eyes and held them. Her scent was so strong and he knew it would call to him whenever it was present, even when she left. If she left. Right then Brig couldn't imagine not being with Vivienne, couldn't imagine not having that scent engulf him with need and want.
Slowly he sat down on the bed next to Viv, leaning onto his left arm as he slipped it on the side of her hip. Brig memorized the shape of her lips, the flutter of her eyes...every line, every mole on her face. Viv sat up in the bed and they leaned into each other as she closed the gap between them. With a wistful sigh, his right hand grabbed a bit of her long hair, weaving it in between his fingers. His hand brushed up against her arm and he ran his hair laden fingers up to her shoulder, his thumb running circles on her skin.
Not a word passed between them as they sat and explored each other. Viv's hand came up and touched his face and the warmth of it made him close his eyes as she ran her fingers along his jaw. He felt her thumb on his lips and when he opened his eyes, she pressed her forehead against his and he watched as her lips parted, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. Anticipation welled up in his chest as he leaned in and kissed her gently on her lips.
It was a simple, slow and chaste kiss, but it was everything he ever wanted.
Vivienne Sena
14 years ago
Viv was trying not to tremble when Brig finally kissed her, but she could not resist the soft mew of desire as it escaped from her mouth. It encouraged Brig as he parted his lips and touched his tongue to hers, making her grab the back of his neck with her hand and pull him closer. When she touched his hair the other day, she saw the flutter of his eyes but chose to ignore it. It only made him miss the absolute rush of desire pass through her just touching him. Now that their kiss deepened, she could not hold back, not any longer.
Viv pulled him back onto her bed and wrapped her arms around him, trying to get as close as she possibly could to him. The weight of him reminded her of their coupling earlier that night and she melted, feeling every passionate emotion possible for this man. Viv's encouragement brought out an aggressive nature in Brig and he ran his hands up her legs, pressing with the finger tips, reminding her that it was him doing it and he pulled on her underwear, quickly taking them off and throwing them off the bed. Viv reached for the bottom of his shirt and pulled it over his head, revealing his naked chest, so massive and cut for a man his age that she silently reiterated her declaration that he could not possibly be one hundred and ten.
Her night gown was slipped over her head and his jeans and boxer briefs pulled off. Finally he laid on top of her, covering her body with his and igniting her need for him exponentially. Viv moved her legs, wrapping them around his slender hips and returned Brig's kiss with a ferocity that he reacted to vigorously.
Viv pulled him back onto her bed and wrapped her arms around him, trying to get as close as she possibly could to him. The weight of him reminded her of their coupling earlier that night and she melted, feeling every passionate emotion possible for this man. Viv's encouragement brought out an aggressive nature in Brig and he ran his hands up her legs, pressing with the finger tips, reminding her that it was him doing it and he pulled on her underwear, quickly taking them off and throwing them off the bed. Viv reached for the bottom of his shirt and pulled it over his head, revealing his naked chest, so massive and cut for a man his age that she silently reiterated her declaration that he could not possibly be one hundred and ten.
Her night gown was slipped over her head and his jeans and boxer briefs pulled off. Finally he laid on top of her, covering her body with his and igniting her need for him exponentially. Viv moved her legs, wrapping them around his slender hips and returned Brig's kiss with a ferocity that he reacted to vigorously.
Brig Jameson
14 years ago
Brig pulled back and hovered over her body. Balancing on his elbows, his body was pressed up against her, in between her legs. There were so many things he wanted to tell her, right at that moment. Bringing her mouth closer to his, Viv brushed her lips against his, tugging at his bottom lip with her teeth. He dipped his tongue into her mouth and pressed his forehead against hers, falling into her, letting himself forget who and what they were, just that they were finally together after wasting so much time.
Shifting his hips, Brig grabbed her right leg and hooked his arm underneath as he slid into her, filling her. Her nails dug into his arms as she arched her back, lifting her hips to meet his slow thrust. The thrill of being in her made him pause, relishing in the moment. A soft grunt escaped his lips as he rocked his hips forward in another slow thrust.
Viv reached up and touched his face, pulling it back so they could look into each others eyes. He began to rock his hips up into her, starting to pace himself slow but going as deep as he could. Grinding against her pubic bone, he watched her expression - pain, pleasure, and devastating beauty fluttered across her features. He winced as he pressed harder against her, rubbing what he knew would be a central live wire of nerves ready to explode. Leaning closer to her, he pushed her thigh back further, giving him more space to deeply penetrate her.
Shifting his hips, Brig grabbed her right leg and hooked his arm underneath as he slid into her, filling her. Her nails dug into his arms as she arched her back, lifting her hips to meet his slow thrust. The thrill of being in her made him pause, relishing in the moment. A soft grunt escaped his lips as he rocked his hips forward in another slow thrust.
Viv reached up and touched his face, pulling it back so they could look into each others eyes. He began to rock his hips up into her, starting to pace himself slow but going as deep as he could. Grinding against her pubic bone, he watched her expression - pain, pleasure, and devastating beauty fluttered across her features. He winced as he pressed harder against her, rubbing what he knew would be a central live wire of nerves ready to explode. Leaning closer to her, he pushed her thigh back further, giving him more space to deeply penetrate her.
Vivienne Sena
14 years ago
Viv pushed back on his chest as Brig began to put so much pressure on her center. Gasping, she tried to form words but couldn't as he reacted to her by grabbing the top of the mattress and rocking harder up into her.
'Wa-,' was all she could get out as she pushed against him. Instead of waiting, which she was fairly certain she was trying to say, he pulled her arm away and pinned it back down to her side and furiously thrust into her, pushing her quickly over the edge. He watched her expression as she came and arched her back. Trying to maintain any type of dignity was thrown out the window as he elicited the most enthusiastic and ardent response from her. Viv was positive her grandchildren felt that orgasm.
Slowing down, but only a little, Brig grinned at her as she caught her breath. Letting go of her hand, he touched her face and kissed her gently. Rubbing her nose against his, Viv hummed happily as her center vibrated.
They took the time now to explore each other with their hands, and more importantly, their mouths. Switching positions, she straddled him and ran her fingers along his chest, feeling every inch of his body, still marveling in his maintained youth despite being twice her age. Even the oldest Pipers managed to maintain their athletic builds, even into their old age. Moving her hips on top of him, Brig gasped and rolled his eyes into the back of his head, all the while flexing every muscle in his torso, driving Viv absolutely crazy.
His arms were like granite and felt nothing but skin on his stomach; everything about Brig was glorious, built, and he was cut like a knife's edge. She had considered LT's prowess, looking like a younger version of Brig, but she realized one hundred and ten years and four marriages definitely one upped the youthful LT. Just then Brig sat up and wrapped his arms around her waist, dipping his mouth down to her breasts and assaulting them with reckless abandonment.
They took their time bringing him to his peak - she ran her fingers through his hair, making his eyes flutter close again as well as his huge hands covering every inch of her body. Nary a word was spoken during that early morning love making, other than encouraging moans and gasping, they spent the hours before dawn just being together.
And when dawn came, he held her, just like her dream, his body pressed up against her back with his teeth nibbling on her skin.
'Wa-,' was all she could get out as she pushed against him. Instead of waiting, which she was fairly certain she was trying to say, he pulled her arm away and pinned it back down to her side and furiously thrust into her, pushing her quickly over the edge. He watched her expression as she came and arched her back. Trying to maintain any type of dignity was thrown out the window as he elicited the most enthusiastic and ardent response from her. Viv was positive her grandchildren felt that orgasm.
Slowing down, but only a little, Brig grinned at her as she caught her breath. Letting go of her hand, he touched her face and kissed her gently. Rubbing her nose against his, Viv hummed happily as her center vibrated.
They took the time now to explore each other with their hands, and more importantly, their mouths. Switching positions, she straddled him and ran her fingers along his chest, feeling every inch of his body, still marveling in his maintained youth despite being twice her age. Even the oldest Pipers managed to maintain their athletic builds, even into their old age. Moving her hips on top of him, Brig gasped and rolled his eyes into the back of his head, all the while flexing every muscle in his torso, driving Viv absolutely crazy.
His arms were like granite and felt nothing but skin on his stomach; everything about Brig was glorious, built, and he was cut like a knife's edge. She had considered LT's prowess, looking like a younger version of Brig, but she realized one hundred and ten years and four marriages definitely one upped the youthful LT. Just then Brig sat up and wrapped his arms around her waist, dipping his mouth down to her breasts and assaulting them with reckless abandonment.
They took their time bringing him to his peak - she ran her fingers through his hair, making his eyes flutter close again as well as his huge hands covering every inch of her body. Nary a word was spoken during that early morning love making, other than encouraging moans and gasping, they spent the hours before dawn just being together.
And when dawn came, he held her, just like her dream, his body pressed up against her back with his teeth nibbling on her skin.
Brig Jameson
14 years ago
Brig settled comfortably with Viv curled against him. Tucking her long brown hair beneath his chin, he inhaled deeply on her scent, letting it burn itself in his senses. Smiling, he ran his hand down her bare shoulder and then over the curve of her hip. Her soft giggling made his grin wider as he ran his hand up and down the curve of her body.
Dawn peaked through the morning clouds and it caught his attention. Their evening had come to a close and her alarm suddenly buzzing behind him broke the smile on his face. Twisting toward the alarm clock, he turned it off. He stayed like that for a moment and then pulled the covers off, leaving the bed.
Viv didn't move; she kept her back to him as he found his clothes and dressed. Pulling his shirt on, he rubbed his head and sighed. Finally she turned and looked at him. Reminded of how their night began, he wordlessly shrugged at her. She pulled the sheets up to cover her and folded her hands on her stomach. Brig gave her a confused look, but she barely reacted.
Finally, he turned and left the bedroom.
Dawn peaked through the morning clouds and it caught his attention. Their evening had come to a close and her alarm suddenly buzzing behind him broke the smile on his face. Twisting toward the alarm clock, he turned it off. He stayed like that for a moment and then pulled the covers off, leaving the bed.
Viv didn't move; she kept her back to him as he found his clothes and dressed. Pulling his shirt on, he rubbed his head and sighed. Finally she turned and looked at him. Reminded of how their night began, he wordlessly shrugged at her. She pulled the sheets up to cover her and folded her hands on her stomach. Brig gave her a confused look, but she barely reacted.
Finally, he turned and left the bedroom.
Vivienne Sena
14 years ago
Viv closed her eyes as he left without a word. Really, what did they expect? There was something to be said for keeping their love in the dark and shadows, but the harsh light of day reminded them that things were different outside her bed. She knew that. She accepted that. It still didn't help quell the lump in her throat as he left.
She waited for the living room door to click quietly close, but it never came. Maybe he went out the window again. Smiling, she could not help but adore the part of Brig that was a true romantic.
Suddenly he came back in through the bedroom door and leaned over her. Viv barely had time to react before he kissed her, long and hard. It was a kiss that said something other than goodbye; it said one thing, loud and clear. Viv kissed him back, letting him know the exact same thing.
This time he pulled away and ran his back of his fingers against her cheek. Grinning like a silly fool, he leaned back in, kissed her cheek and then quickly left. Viv heard him grunt as he left the way he got in, via the window.
Smiling, Viv pulled the sheets up to her face and inhaled deeply. His scent was all over the bed and she vowed to kill house keeping if they took the sheets, but she knew he'd be back to redeposit it. Covering her face with the sheets, she laughed out loud happily.
Having spent years accepting loneliness as a standard, with two failed marriages (really, effort on her part was poor at best), Viv considered Brig being the one, the only exception.
And she was cool with that.
((OOC Brig and Viv out))
Continues - Name of the Game
She waited for the living room door to click quietly close, but it never came. Maybe he went out the window again. Smiling, she could not help but adore the part of Brig that was a true romantic.
Suddenly he came back in through the bedroom door and leaned over her. Viv barely had time to react before he kissed her, long and hard. It was a kiss that said something other than goodbye; it said one thing, loud and clear. Viv kissed him back, letting him know the exact same thing.
This time he pulled away and ran his back of his fingers against her cheek. Grinning like a silly fool, he leaned back in, kissed her cheek and then quickly left. Viv heard him grunt as he left the way he got in, via the window.
Smiling, Viv pulled the sheets up to her face and inhaled deeply. His scent was all over the bed and she vowed to kill house keeping if they took the sheets, but she knew he'd be back to redeposit it. Covering her face with the sheets, she laughed out loud happily.
Having spent years accepting loneliness as a standard, with two failed marriages (really, effort on her part was poor at best), Viv considered Brig being the one, the only exception.
And she was cool with that.
((OOC Brig and Viv out))
Continues - Name of the Game