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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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"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.

There's a soft, pleased sound from him as he pulls back and gives her a final lick. Untangled one hand, he gives his mouth a casual wipe and pulls himself up the side of her body. He stares down at her from a propped elbow, the small smile on his face only bringing attention to the aroused look in his wolfish eyes as his fingers trace lightly down her cheek.

Moon's eyes flutter open, her cheeks flushed, and she looks at him. She gazes at those eyes while she tries to catch her breath, and then smiles at him. Moon rolls lazily to her side, one hand pressed to his chest and the other one touching his face.

"I like your eyes like that," she whispers, leaning in to brush a kiss to his lips.

Jason presses his lips gently to hers, his hand sliding to rest on her hip as she rolls towards him.

When he speaks, his voice is already much deeper, taking the harsh edge from a changing throat. "I'd let them through more for you, but my control isn't that good. I'm already losing the fight tonight." Because he'd tried to pull it back, but his beast isn't having it. It's all he can do to keep from letting the wolf out completely.

He does smile as he nuzzles her cheek. "And I don't want to end up looking like Micah."

"The Kitty King with the bright eyes," she murmurs, tilting her head to again bare her throat to him. "I won't let you get tangled up in the wolf if you don't want to. Keep him quiet. He can come out and play later."

Her hand slides down his chest, over the planes of his stomach, and she boldly cups him through his jeans.

"When the moon is full."

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"Sounds like a plan to me..."

Jason nuzzles at her throat, giving in just enough to the urge by biting down just enough to feel the resistance against his teeth. Then he feels her hand cup him and he releases her, giving a sound half between a laugh and a moan.

"You keep him quiet and we can see what other sounds you can make," he promises in a rough voice.

A quiet cry leaves Moon's lips when he bites down, and she reaches out with that part of her that is intangible, the power that makes her her. She can feel the beast -- just as she could with the others -- and it's almost as if she pets him, her eyes bright as she stares into Jason's wolf-green eyes.

"You like my sounds?" she asks, soothing the wolf back down, gentling him. "This is very different than the other times. I like it."

Jason's green eyes begin to dissipate, the bright blue bleeding back to the surface. He can feel his beast curl contentedly deep within him, soothed by Moon's touch as if that was all he'd been looking for.

Jason nuzzles gently at her cheek. "I love your sounds." There's a pause at the memory of some of those other times: the groping and need that pushed him. And while he doesn't have a problem with sex serving that purpose (as if often will for him), there should have been more of this tenderness between them from the start. He presses his lips softly to hers. "Good."

A mischievous glint enters her gaze, and she pushes Jason over so that the wolf is on his back. Moon rises up onto her knees, shoving her hair back from her face. She smiles, her fingers working open the button on Jason's jeans. She's intent, capturing her lower lip between her teeth as she pulls down the zipper and starts to slide Jason's jeans down his legs.

"Silly shifters, wearing clothes."

Eyebrows raise at that, but there's no way in hell he's resisting her.

Well, maybe next time. For fun. He wonders how dominant Moon can be...

Jason raises his hips slightly, making it easier for her to pull the jeans down his legs. "I couldn't just walk through the Bar naked, could I? Though you're right, this is an improvement."

He will have to figure that out at some point. Moon is always open to trying new things.

She grins after freeing his body of all cloth, and then runs her hand up one thigh, just touching. Moon is curious about his body, and her hands and eyes move over him with acute interest.

"Much better," she breathes, shifting around on the bed until she's between his spread legs, her thumbs pressing lightly against the flesh covering his hips.

He watches her, a slow grin spread over his face. He's in no rush if she wants to explore: hell, if she wanted to curl up beside and sleep with nothing more between them tonight, he'd do it happily.

The smile softens a bit as he catches her eyes staring up at him. "Much," he says deeply.

Moon stares curiously at his groin. She isn't a virgin, no, but she's never had the freedom or the inclination to just... look. Her fingers touch him, slide up such soft skin over hardness beneath, and her lips part in a silent gasp of interest.

Then her gaze moves slightly, as do her fingers, stroking the sac beneath sex. She moves back and forth between touching the silky shaft and the smooth, but wrinkly, skin beneath it. When her fingertips slide over the head of him, gathering the clear, sticky moisture there, she curiously brings them to her lips, her tongue darting out to taste.

Jason props his arm under his head, letting it support his head while he looks down his body at her. He vocalises his encouragement softly, enjoying the sensation as well as the thrill of watching her explore his body.

His eyes are glued to her intently as she runs her finger over him, bringin them to her lips. He doesn't try to mask the desire in his eyes, and when her tongue darts out, his eyes flutter closed with a soft, moaned, "Ohh..."