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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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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..."

The way he says those words causes Moon to stop, lift her head up and look at him with uncertainty.

"Does that mean I should stop?"

His head is thrown back, breaths still coming in strangled pants as he tries to find words to respond. It's all he can to do hold on this long.

"Only...if you want," he says faintly, "but I'm gonna cum if you keep doing that..."

Moon isn't ready for Jason to be through.

She sits back, hands in her lap, and gives him time to come down from the edge.

"Next time, I will do that until you explode," she says with her head cocked some. "Not now, though. I want to be smooshed properly in a bed."

Moon isn't usually demanding. In fact, she rarely, if ever, is. But she knows what she wants tonight. She's forgiven Jason, has him back, loves him, and she wants what is hers.

His eyes are closed as he laughs softly at that, and when he feels like he's got some control back they slowly open to roll up at her. "You are something else," he slurs happily.

He sits up in one fast, fluid motion and pulls her back down under him. He nuzzles at her ear as he holds his upper body over her, his lower body slowly pressing its way between her legs. "Well, we're on a bed now..."

He trails hot kisses across her chin to her lips as his hand slips between her legs.

A choked cry of surprise leaves her lips when his hand touches her, and then she relaxes, wrapping her arms around his neck as they kiss.

"What else am I?" she whispers.

Jason knows he doesn't have much left in him: he'd rather have her worked up first.

"Amazing," he murmurs, kissing her softly. "Wonderful, beautiful..."

And to his surprise, it's not just because he's kneeling between her legs.

He slides a finger inside her, stroking gently but insistently.

She draws her knees up more, bracing her feet firmly on the bed and sighs into his mouth. The flattery is sweet, and it makes her cheeks flush deeper. Her hands move up and down his back, but she's careful about that, keeping them from his lower back. She can feel the tremble inside him, that pent up need that, if pushed too much, will end things now.

Moon begins to kiss him with more fervor, less innocence, as his hand coaxes her, makes her heart pound once again and her lower body squirmed a bit on the sheets as desire settled hotly between her thighs.

There's nothing else in his mind right now but the feel of her mouth on his, her hands on his back and shoulders, the wet warmth greeting his fingers with each push of his fingers. Her intensity grows and he can hear her heart pound, calling him.

His fingers slip out of her, trickling upwards in light circles as he slowly presses his length against her. He keeps the movement slow, but still it draws a broken moan from him.

She feels so good...

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Moon's breath catches in her throat, her kissing ceasing for those first few moments, that first inward motion that makes her actually tremble under him. She opens her eyes, stares up at him, her lips brushing his.

"My wolf," she breathes, and only then do her eyes close, her lips pressing to his again for another kiss.

His eyes meet hers and it catches his breath in his throat by how intimate it is. He's still watching her face from inches away when she presses her lips to his, and he meets them gently as he rolls his hips slightly, pressing himself completely inside her.

"Moon," he murmurs, moving slowly but deliberately within her.

She kisses from his lips over to his jaw, down to his throat. Moon can feel his pulse beneath her lips, the heat of his flesh. So much warmer than her own, but pleasantly so. She suckles and nips at the pulse, her arms holding him tightly, her knees pressed to his hips.

Moon doesn't need to whisper that she loves him, that she's missed him. It's in every touch, glance, and sound. It's in how she offers herself to him without a thought beyond being close. It in the wordless forgiveness.

Her breath quivers against his wet skin as she whimpers, her own hips moving to meet his at the pace he sets. The arousal that he'd awoken before entering her builds with quiet intensity, with each movement, and her nibbling and sucking on his throat becomes more pronounced the closer she comes.

He can feel that love from her, even if he isn't sure about it himself. He's not running anymore: he cherishes it from her. He's always wanted someone to look at him the way Moon does...

He holds her tightly, his hips working faster, keeping time with the ragged, heated breaths against her skin. He's so close now, but he's striving to hold out...she has to be close...

Her arms tighten around him suddenly, and Moon bites into his throat sharply to stifle her cry, managing only a small whimper as she shudders uncontrollably beneath him, around him. The heat races up her spine, all sweetness and fire in her brain. She holds him to her as another quiet sound is pressed to his skin, an aftershock making her limbs twitch.

He feels her tighten around him and would come from that alone if not for her teeth biting sharply into his throat. He gives a guttural cry as his hips thrust forward one last time. He shudders above her, his ragged breathing heavy in her ear.

After several moments, his arms start to quiver and he slumps against her, moaning softly.

Moon takes his weight easily, finally releasing his throat, just a speck of blood on her lips. She laughs softly, looking at the mark she's left behind, and then nuzzles his ear. It's a lazy, languid feeling, and her heart is light, happy.

The laughter tastes of joy and sunshine to her, and she revels in the pleasant heaviness of her body, the wetness of his within her.

"Jason," she purrs, savoring the name on her tongue.