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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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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."

Edited 2009-07-07 20:18 (UTC)

"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..."

Her eyes dart up to look at him.

"You taste like the forest," she murmurs.

She bites her lip a moment, and then she leans over his, her tongue snaking out to lick broadly across the tip of him. It was soft and slick, and Moon makes a quiet noise in her throat before wrapping her lips around the head and sucking lightly, her tongue exploring that little bit of him.

Edited 2009-07-08 03:54 (UTC)

Her words and the pause following them make him slowly open his eyes again, just in time to see her take that first, broad lick before pulling the tip of him into her mouth. There's a deep intake of breath through his nose, then it releases in a low, shaky moan.

"Oh...God, Moon, yes..."

Moon certainly has no skill in what she does, as it isn't something she's done before, but she has innate curiosity and determination. Her mouth only makes it halfway down before she knows it can't go farther, and so she sets to using her hands and tongue more, wanting him to make more of those noises, those words.

Things she can make him feel and say just from this.

Jason watches her with half closed eyes, a lazy grin on his face. While she might not be the most talented he's ever been with, the enthusiasm she shows more than makes up for it. Experienced or no, she seems to be a natural, pulling soft moans from him just from the feel of her mouth wrapped around him.

His hand drifts down to help guide her, but he thinks better of it, choosing instead to comb his fingers gently through her hair as he moans.

It's more about her learning the feel and taste of him. Her tongue moves along him, her hands touch, and she moans softly when he begins to pet her. Moon is an enthusiastic one, and she slowly pulls off him, a faint smile on her wet lips.

"Is this how it's done?" she asks while her hand continues to stroke him.

His smile widens. "Oh yeah. No complaints here," he slurs.

His fingertips reach out, caressing down her cheek.

Moon is thrilled by the praise, and so she bends her head to him again. Her lips part and she slides down, inch by inch, her tongue slipping back and forth over him.

His scent was potent here, and she likes that. Forest and fur and musk uniquely Jason. She remains there, moving up and down, fingers moving slickly over what her lips can't touch, completely lost in what she's doing.

He'd already been pretty aroused before, but watching her bend her head back over him, sliding her lips over him...it isn't long before his hands are clenched tightly in the sheets, his breaths coming faster as he moans and murmurs her name.

"Moon," he pants in a strangled voice, "Moon, I can't...I can't hold it..."