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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 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...

Edited 2009-07-09 09:27 (UTC)

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.

He opens blue eyes to smile at her, that lazy feeling being echoed perfectly within him.

"Moon," he murmurs. He rolls off to her side and onto his back, beckoning for her to curl up in the hollow of his shoulder. He has no other words right now: he doesn't really need them. Just a contented sigh as he buries his face in her hair.

With a quiet, pleased sound, Moon curls up against him, cuddles close, one arm tossed over his stomach. She rests there, listening to his heartbeat slow, calm, return to normal, and she smiles against his skin.

"Please don't run from me again," she asks, her voice gentle. "I see everything you are, Jason, and much of what you will be... and it doesn't frighten me. It's you. Everything is you, and it's you I want to be around."

He's silent for some time, thoughtfully stroking his fingers through her hair. When he speaks, his voice is soft; but there's no trace of fear or nervousness in him.

"I won't run, Moon; that much I will promise. If thinks aren't working for me, I'll come and talk to you about it, and we'll figure out what to do together. But I won't run."

She closes her eyes and cuddles a little closer.

"Thank you."

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