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Moon looks up from the couch when she hears the door open.

"Charlie?"

But she stops, half peeking above the couch back, her green eyes wide as she sees Ruin give Jason a shove in, offer her a wink, and then close the door. The viewscreen is prattling on with some romantic movie that has been making her laugh, and she hears Mare's low warning growl when the wolf sees Jason.

Moon is naked.

Completely and utterly, settled with a bunch of blankets on the couch. Charlie had told her she didn't have to wear clothes here, and so she hasn't.

She hadn't been expecting company.

Moon stares at Jason, noticing all the subtle differences in him since she'd last seen him, and then her eyes meet his, but she doesn't have any words for him.

So she stays there, kneeling on the couch facing him.

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There's a satisfied laugh.

"We wouldn't want that, because Asher told me about the sucking sap thing, and I've been curious why you've not told me about it before," she whispers near his ear.

His eyebrows raise, and he turns a pair of wolfish green eyes to her.

"About sucking what?"

Her fingers trail near his eyes, finding them so very beautiful.

"Norman saw Nathaniel sucking sap from Asher, and he asked me what they'd been doing... so when I saw Asher again, I asked him. He told me Nathaniel had been sucking on the dangly bits that aren't so dangly at the time and that some men liked that."

The corners crinkle as he struggles not to laugh.

He doesn't succeed.

"Norman caught Nat blowing Asher? Jesus, I can only imagine the gossip chain we started with the trees."

Those green eyes take on a hungry look, but the motivation behind it is far more human. "I don't know a guy who doesn't. Why, you want to give it a try?"

Moon considers.

"Do you like it when someone does that?"

The corners of his mouth turn up. "Oh yeah. I'd be more than happy to let you try..."

He drops his eyes to stare down their bodies to where he's pressed against her, then raises his eyes again with a wicked grin. "But I think I have a better idea."

He drags himself fluidly down her body, eyes still flitting up to hers briefly as he kisses his way down her body.

She tilts her head.

"Are you going to do what Mary Anne did to me?" she asks, assuming that mouth was going someplace very few had kissed.

His eyes flick up instantly, surprise pulling the green slowly out of them. Then a mischievous smile crosses his lips.

"And what did Mary Anne do to you?" he asks in an amused tone.

"She kissed and licked between my legs until I went all explodey," she says, her expression open and rather innocent.

He can't even think of a witty response to that: he's too busy grinning like an idiot.

What? That's fucking hot.

He nuzzles his face against her navel, still grinning. "Sounds like a good time to me..."

Moon smiles brightly.

"It was. I liked it. Then I did it to her. She seemed to like it, too, even though I'd never done it before."

It had been a proud moment for her, actually.

He falters again, resting his face against her hip.

"You're amazing."

It's one thing to be on the receiving end, but to turn around and give right back? is hot

His fingers massage at her hip, spreading out across her belly as he turns his lips back to the soft skin there. The soft, pale, perfect skin...with a tattoo?

His eyes flick up to her and he smiles. "I can't believe I missed this..."

She looks down at herself.

"We didn't really take a detailed look at one another," she points out with a playful smile. "All of us have them. For the ones Made, they are what claim them as family, give them their power. For ones like me, who Awake, they are the marking of our station."

Moon's fingers brush over the marking, her eyes holding his.

"Magic."

"I'll say: who else can have a sparkly tattoo?"

He presses his lips wetly over the tattoo, eyes still locked on hers. "I like it."

Moon shivers, her breath catching in her throat.

"I'm glad... it's a part of me I can't change."

Few things about the tarot were set in stone. Their markings were one of them.

It's a relatively short journey from the tattoo to the top of her thigh, and a low growl trickles from his throat. This is no chore: he's looking forward to this as much as anything else they might do.

His breath trickles across her skin in a hot rush as he nestles further between her legs.

Her thighs tense, her breath held as she stares down at him. Moon's hands grasp the sheets, and she wonders how this would differ from Mary Anne. She swallows, Jason's breath ghosting over sensitive skin, and she finally lets her eyes slip shut and her head fall back onto the pillows.

He chuckles, letting the vibration of it dance along her skin. It's a surprise to him, on closer inspection, that she's not shaved or waxed: she simply has no hair. Her skin is unbelievable soft, and he takes a moment to enjoy the feel of her before his lips move lower. His tongue darts out, giving her a tentative lick.

Moon's toes curl at the lick, and she gives a small squeak. Slick and soft -- and it was intimate. It was different than what she'd done with Mary Anne years ago, because that had involved laughter and teaching.

This was her wolf coming back to her.

She bites her lip, feeling a sense of heat settle between her legs, and she moans softly when the next touch comes.

He pauses long enough to grin: he loves that little squeak. He experiments with a second flick of his tongue, seeing what other sounds he can pull from her as he touches on that small nub, circling lightly.

Moon's hand flies to her mouth, a muffled whimper filling the air as Jason touches her. Little sounds, mostly made in the back of her throat, are what he's given, small whines and trembling moans. It slowly pulls her in, the need between her thighs, and she is soon shifting and pressing up, closer to Jason's mouth, her hand falling away from her own so she can voice a full-throated moan.

Her sounds fuel him, guiding him in licking and sucking with varying degrees of intensity. He's living for the reaction from her; and the taste and feel of her only adds to his desire.

Her hips rock forward and he moves his hands to hold her, his hands massaging gently as he holds her to his mouth.

Moon's eyes fly open, and she grips at the pillows under her head. "Ah!"

She pants and writhes, her cheeks flushed as she whimpers his name, her eyes half-shut. It truly doesn't take much longer before she's downright squirming, her thighs tensing repeatedly while her toes dig into the bedsheets. That heaviness low in her body grows, and she blindly gropes for his hand as he brings her to the brink of climax.

He's still glancing up, not wanting to miss seeing her writhing above him amidst the pillows, so when he sees her hand grasping for him, he slides a hand up her hip for her to clasp.

It might be cheating, but he'll consider it a perk: he presses his lips firmly against her clitoris and gives a low growl, his green eyes rolled darkly up at her, willing her over that edge.

Her hand grips at his as she gives a short cry, her whole body trembling on the bed as her orgasm races through her. Moon's noises following that initial cry are muted whimpers as she continues to quiver against his mouth, her heart racing as she slowly quiets.