Baby, its cold outside (Attn: Therese) Private
Vaughn sighed and looked at the stack of paper work and then out the window. The sun was low on the horizon. The pack had already gathered in the woods. It looked as if he would not be leading the Lloer Vesha tonight. At this rate he would be lucky if he could catch up with them.
Putting his glasses down on the desk, Vaughn scrubbed his face with his hands. These reforms were going to be the death of him. He hated politics, at least he was fairly certain that he did. The ridiculous back and forth banter, the deals, the compromises and all the red tape. Seeing changes happen that he felt were for the betterment of everyone, that he loved, though he might not admit it.
Vaughn checked the sun once more; it could no longer be seen on the horizon. He hurried out of the building. It was snowing again, piles of it were already building up on the last snow fall. Vaughn grinned; he loved running in the snow even if it would make finding the pack that much harder. Impatient now, he jogged towards the edge of the woods, unbuttoning his shirt as he went.
There was no shyness, no coyness, no unease as she watched him watch her. No, food, wine, sex all should involve all five senses and the flickering fire light would only add to the ambiance. More importantly, she would never have his eyes on her like this again.
That thought nearly threw her composure and undid all her efforts. The arm around her waist, being held close, that steadied her.
Thérèse knew a fair few languages but -nothing- that sounded like that. But she wasn't exactly interested in linguistics right now. She responded on a purely instinctual level, his growl urging her on. If he wanted more, she could find it. She increased her pace and her hands buried themselves in his hair. Hers. He was hers. If only for today.
The world went white in ecstasy. Vaughn shuddered at the strength of his release, his cries of pleasure muffled against her chest. He held onto her, his muscles rigid with the spasms that went through his body. He closed his eyes and savored every last wave of them before tilting his head back to look at her. Vaughn smiled softly into up into the green eyes watching him before laying his head against her once more.
"Never in my life." He muttered softly, almost to himself.
Panting slightly she melted against him and smiled a very satisfied smile.
"I'd say you must have once or twice... or you are a very quick learner."
She teased him with a very soft, nearly sleepy nuzzle to his neck.
The fire was dying, still flickering, still providing some eat, but dying yet she didn't want to leave his arms. Deciding that it was better to do it now rather than doze off and wake up freezing she quickly left the bed to add some more wood before returning to him and tucking the blanket around them both.
She nestled against him content to just be near for now but did eventually absently ask.
"What language was that?"
It was rather astounding now that she thought about it, how much she still didn't know about him. She knew enough, but there was more. Of course the odds were good she would doze off before any detail was given, but one had to start some where.
"Never in my life has it felt so...right."
It was the best word he could find to mean what he wanted to say. Never before had he felt this way, wanted someone so much, physically and emotionally. Losing her again was going to be difficult to bear.
Therese jumped up again to refuel the fire. He felt a bit guilty about her having to do it but he reasoned he had the very good excuse of a woman on his lap right up until she moved to see to the dying flames. Vaughn rearranged the blanket and waited for her return. She came quickly back to him and pulled the covering over them both. Vaughn wrapped himself around her, giving her his warmth.
Sated and happy, he only now realized how tired he was. Therese was a pleasant weight on his chest and he felt his eyes closing. He tried to fight the sleep that was coming; it was a waste of what little time they had left but he knew he was fighting a losing battle. Her voice roused him to wakefulness once more.
Vaughn tilted his head down towards her. "Hmmm?" He ran through the experience again in his head trying to remember what he had said. "Welsh."
He held her close, his eyes falling shut again though he'd rather stay awake. "I was born in Llanberis in Gwynedd. Its at the base of the mountains." Vaughn smiled in sleepy recollection of climbing the paths up the mountain, running and playing out under the big blue sky on summer days. "I spent my early childhood there before we moved on."
Thérèse's own relationship history was spotty, but she couldn't remember anything like this. She tried to rationalize it, blaming the intensity on the fact that they only had one day, having to cram everything into these few hours.
He was there waiting her her, she'd been a little afraid he'd disappear. Thérèse snuggled close and yawned, not certain how she was going to handle tomorrow. It was impossible to lie to herself that this meant nothing beyond the physical. Perhaps if they had just left it as one quick mating under the moon light, part of the madness she could have rationalized it. But now she was in far too deep.
Even now her happiness was tinged with a sense of foreboding. Even as she yawned her arms wrapped around him physically holding on to what little time they had left.
"I have never been there. You will have to tell me about it."
Apparently, though, some other time. The words had no sooner left her lips than sleep claimed her. It was against her will but they had spent a good deal of time exhausting each other.
Vaughn shifted slightly, leaning forward, he kissed her gently. He didn't want to let her go. It broke his heart to give her up. He felt that he was failing her...and himself.
"We should go." He looked down at her sadly, his vision blurring with tears he refused to shed. "I...wish..." Vaughn stood up, looking at the fire, the bed, even the can of mixed nuts still on the floor. It would all hold a special place in his memory.
"I wish it could be different."
He turned away before he made a fool of himself. It would not be fair to Therese and if he wanted her to remember him fondly then he shouldn't blunder here at the end with his feelings of hopeless loss. She did not deserve to be burdened with them.
Vaughn knelt and let the change overcome him, focusing on the pain, using it as a distraction. It wasn't a good one. He could still sense her there with him and knew soon she'd be gone. At least it was easier to hide his pain as a wolf. Though he longed to howl his misery to anyone who would listen.
She quickly and violently brought herself under control. She'd regret refusing to allow herself any grief later, but she couldn't permit it now. She wasn't some idiot heroine in a melodrama, she wasn't going to sob and cling to him. Although she did wish for at least one last kiss. But it was done, it was over and the sooner they both accepted that the better. She almost believed that.
The moon was calling but she stubbornly held on, and ran her hand through soft black fur before opening the door. It was still freezing, she didn't care.
"I want something I cannot have. I knew this, I still know it."
Wishing did not make it so. Before she could say anything foolish or give way to emotion Thérèse aggressively sought her change too. As fast as she possibly could, embracing that pain was much easier than living with the other.
As she had the night before she offered him a full bodied caress, nose to tail under his jaw, softly licked his muzzle and ran. This time though it wasn't a game, she ran flat out as fast as she could bounding through drifts, between trees, feet barley touching the ground. He couldn't catch her this time. She wouldn't allow it. She would howl later, sing her sorrow, but alone.
((OOC... Thérèse out))
He stood still as she caressed him again, leaning his cheek against her fur as she walked beneath. Therese turned and was bolted out the door. Vaughn watched her run, marveling again at her grace and beauty and wondering if he'd ever be able to touch her again. He pushed the door closed, leaning against it with his shoulder. Somehow the idea of snow drifting inside bothered him. It was their place and he'd like it to remain as it was.
He squeezed himself out the window. Turning around he gave the little cabin one last glance before looking at Therese's tracks in the snow. There was no chance of catching her now, no chance to change his mind, plead with her to stay another night.
It was over. He howled, long and lonely until he was spent, then he made his journey home, walking away from the other tracks in the snow.
((OOC: Vaughn out ))