Post by jimbean on Jan 15, 2006 23:33:07 GMT -5
Ah have you ever spent a magical moment with a woman without even making love to her? Perhaps played together, teased one another, yet there was understanding that neither would receive that kind of satisfaction one could get unless loved properly? No, then you have not lived.
That is what occurred between Phoenix and myself. It was, how you say, magical. Come I will give you the step by step, moment by moment play.
She of coursed arrived at my door and was introduced first to my Willa. I love my Willa, but the likeness between the two is, well uncanny. Both are bayou women, proud women, demanding women, especially my Willa. After she brought Phoenix too me I took over. Willa knows all my secrets, my wants and needs even my fears. I hide nothing from her.
The desire to touch Phoenix was a strong thing, but I was a gentleman, I took her arm in my own and guided her, gave her the tour of the place, so to speak. I skipped the bedrooms there was no needs but she saw what was important to me, the study, Willa’s work room, my own personal training area, indeed, even dead I train and then the back yard. I love this home, Willa choose it, she so knows my tastes. The backyard is large, filled with open lands and trees. It was a wilderness filled with animal life bought native and brought over. I gave Phoenix my full invitation to use it her leisure. Her and Psyche may use it as they wish. Even her cuz as well though they must be accompanied by her. Sadly I did not mention Jason, I have my own reasons for that.
Next I took her to her gifts. At indeed, gifts. Now one would normally think us vampires go for fashion or what nah. Bah. I know what my fiery bird needs. I took her to a large almost empty room. In there center laid a table where a white clothe covered the gifts. I grinned at her, letting go of her arm and told her to get them, if she could. Indeed I had…booby trapped the room. It was a game between her and I. To test her and perhaps to see how far we have progress with the marks. While we went about my little game I asked her questions, careful to avoid pack business, of course. I asked her of the mark on her neck and I was curious and about the strong sense of Jason on her, more then normal, more then one should be on a woman, of course. I quizzed her more of course, on psyche and her cuz, how they were doing, her feelings, not of anyone but of herself, etc.
Then I spoke of the marks, I answered all her questions with truth, I would not lie to her, but I held back certain things unless she asked directly of them but even then I answered only what she asked, nothing more, nothing less. I spoke of the 4 marks and how they were done, I spoke of a blending, how there would be personality traits between the tri as well as, at times even powers. This perked her interest I could tell. I spoke of the third being that I fed from her and the last being that she fed from me, as expected, she said that won’t happen.
When she finally got to the gifts she pulled back the white cloth. Underneath laid a new black cat suit, to fit her form perfectly. A new set of knives as well as guns. I had taken the effort, they were identical to the ones she had. Indeed I took effort. There was even, as a small surprise, a box of Italian biscuits, these were exactly the same ones she ate, except they were not coned shape. I believe she liked that gift the most. But I could be wrong. Beside that was a box. It was wrapped in red paper with a phoenix emblazed on it. I told her this was for her, but I asked her one request. Something that I wanted. My request was simple that I’d be the first person to see her in it and if permitted to help her into it. This had her curious of course and she opened it.
Inside was a robe, well, not a robe, but more like a kimono but instead of silk it was made out of Egyptian cotton. Emblazed on the back was a large immaculate Phoenix rising from the ashes. Correction, I believe she enjoyed this the most.
I offered her no explanation for the gifts nor the previous gift of her new sheets. No, I merely enjoyed this, enjoyed the smile that it got. She was free to take them when she wished, they were hers. I think, for a moment, she was excited, even happy. That made me happy as well.
We spent a few more hours together, discussing certain things, marks and the like. When Rio was brought up all she said was that she has experience his type of feeding. Not one, but twice. I left it at that. Like her niece she had scars she didn’t wish shown. Then I leaned forward and kissed her cheek. She wondered what was that for and simply, I told her that I was sorry for what had occurred in her past and if I could make amends, I would. I think that surprised her though I am not quite sure. Sometime in the early morning she left back to her apartment. She knows I’ll seen her soon. And as I left her walks back I closed the doors and went to Willas arms and warm embrace. There she drank my worries and concerns and showed me, once more, what it meant to be free and happy.
That is what occurred between Phoenix and myself. It was, how you say, magical. Come I will give you the step by step, moment by moment play.
She of coursed arrived at my door and was introduced first to my Willa. I love my Willa, but the likeness between the two is, well uncanny. Both are bayou women, proud women, demanding women, especially my Willa. After she brought Phoenix too me I took over. Willa knows all my secrets, my wants and needs even my fears. I hide nothing from her.
The desire to touch Phoenix was a strong thing, but I was a gentleman, I took her arm in my own and guided her, gave her the tour of the place, so to speak. I skipped the bedrooms there was no needs but she saw what was important to me, the study, Willa’s work room, my own personal training area, indeed, even dead I train and then the back yard. I love this home, Willa choose it, she so knows my tastes. The backyard is large, filled with open lands and trees. It was a wilderness filled with animal life bought native and brought over. I gave Phoenix my full invitation to use it her leisure. Her and Psyche may use it as they wish. Even her cuz as well though they must be accompanied by her. Sadly I did not mention Jason, I have my own reasons for that.
Next I took her to her gifts. At indeed, gifts. Now one would normally think us vampires go for fashion or what nah. Bah. I know what my fiery bird needs. I took her to a large almost empty room. In there center laid a table where a white clothe covered the gifts. I grinned at her, letting go of her arm and told her to get them, if she could. Indeed I had…booby trapped the room. It was a game between her and I. To test her and perhaps to see how far we have progress with the marks. While we went about my little game I asked her questions, careful to avoid pack business, of course. I asked her of the mark on her neck and I was curious and about the strong sense of Jason on her, more then normal, more then one should be on a woman, of course. I quizzed her more of course, on psyche and her cuz, how they were doing, her feelings, not of anyone but of herself, etc.
Then I spoke of the marks, I answered all her questions with truth, I would not lie to her, but I held back certain things unless she asked directly of them but even then I answered only what she asked, nothing more, nothing less. I spoke of the 4 marks and how they were done, I spoke of a blending, how there would be personality traits between the tri as well as, at times even powers. This perked her interest I could tell. I spoke of the third being that I fed from her and the last being that she fed from me, as expected, she said that won’t happen.
When she finally got to the gifts she pulled back the white cloth. Underneath laid a new black cat suit, to fit her form perfectly. A new set of knives as well as guns. I had taken the effort, they were identical to the ones she had. Indeed I took effort. There was even, as a small surprise, a box of Italian biscuits, these were exactly the same ones she ate, except they were not coned shape. I believe she liked that gift the most. But I could be wrong. Beside that was a box. It was wrapped in red paper with a phoenix emblazed on it. I told her this was for her, but I asked her one request. Something that I wanted. My request was simple that I’d be the first person to see her in it and if permitted to help her into it. This had her curious of course and she opened it.
Inside was a robe, well, not a robe, but more like a kimono but instead of silk it was made out of Egyptian cotton. Emblazed on the back was a large immaculate Phoenix rising from the ashes. Correction, I believe she enjoyed this the most.
I offered her no explanation for the gifts nor the previous gift of her new sheets. No, I merely enjoyed this, enjoyed the smile that it got. She was free to take them when she wished, they were hers. I think, for a moment, she was excited, even happy. That made me happy as well.
We spent a few more hours together, discussing certain things, marks and the like. When Rio was brought up all she said was that she has experience his type of feeding. Not one, but twice. I left it at that. Like her niece she had scars she didn’t wish shown. Then I leaned forward and kissed her cheek. She wondered what was that for and simply, I told her that I was sorry for what had occurred in her past and if I could make amends, I would. I think that surprised her though I am not quite sure. Sometime in the early morning she left back to her apartment. She knows I’ll seen her soon. And as I left her walks back I closed the doors and went to Willas arms and warm embrace. There she drank my worries and concerns and showed me, once more, what it meant to be free and happy.