lady_moon | Tarot Beach Party

Tarot Beach Party

There are those of the tarot who know how to set up for a party.

Ruin had spent most of the afternoon building the bonfire. He has carefully made it much in the way he would have with the villagers of his mortal life when they would celebrate the harvests. Charity, Unity, and Skill had spent most of the day setting up food, both their sorts of foods and the sorts the sentients would be expecting.

Moon watched it all with rapt fascination, her eyes on the marshmallows Skill told her firmly she isn't allowed to touch yet. But they're white and fluffy looking and Moon is curious. Mons barks at her, warning Skill, and Moon is shooed off.

It's Fortune who puts out blankets, spread all over the beach area for everyone to use. Moon watches her family set up for a party, for guests... real guests who are coming simply to come instead of for answers. She watches Fortune set down a large stack of very warm looking towels, and she grins.

Swimming. Damian will like the swimming.

Her wolves run up and down the beach in excitement, and Moon knows it's time.

Disappearing back to Milliways, she sets it up so people can come and go as they need to, pleased with herself and her family.

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It's a big bed with lots of pillows.

But no stuffed animals.

She digs in her wardrobe and comes out with her toe-shoes and a simple white shift. Moon wriggles into the dress before sitting herself on the floor and putting on the toe pads before stuffing her feet into the shoes and tying the ribbons up her ankles.

Moon stands up, going through some simple stretching exercises of her feet in the shoes, the moves easily recalled and moved through. You would never know that she forgot anything about this dancing as she prepares to do just that for Jason.

Jason doesn't comment, but simply watches her. He can't get over how beautiful she is, and her dancing is unlike anything he's ever seen. She makes the ballet they went to see look like it was danced by eight-year olds.

It occurs to him that he's never been with anyone who even remotely shared his love of dancing, and a smile spreads across his face as he sits back and enjoys her dance.

When she's done and knows her feet are ready, she goes to a music box in the corner. She lifts the lid, selects the tune she wants, and then stands in the middle of the large space between her bed and the mirrors in second position. As the music starts, she begins to dance.

The movements are long, elegant, her feet up en pointe most of the time. She can't manage the huge leaps in the confined space, but she does do some of the smaller ones. It's an improvised piece, utilizing every space on the floor, her eyes open, hair loose, her arms gracefully moving with the music and her feet.

It shows in each movement of feet, arms, and body how much she loves dancing, how much time she's devoted to it over millennia of time. It is her passion, something that madness and time and power has never stripped from her.

It's something that can tame madness, in so many ways. That warm feeling he'd been fighting is back, and he doesn't have it in him to fight anymore. How can he?

And it's quiet at last in his mind, with nothing but the sweet sound of her music box as she dances.

He's smiling softly as her dance ends, so moved by her performance that he is still at the bed and waiting for her to look back to him.

Moon stands there, ending in fourth position, her eyes closed as she smiles to herself for a moment. Then, the dark lashes open and bright green eyes meet Jason's cornflower blue.

She smiles at him. A simple smile full of all sorts of complex things.

He smiles back softly, his whole face alight with it.

"I love you."

It slips out simply, but there's no regret in his eyes. He does, and that's ok.

There's a slight tilt of her head at that, and then she crosses to him. Slowly, almost a dance in itself, and then stands in front of him. She draws his lips down to hers and kisses him sweetly, so very sweetly.

"I love you too," she murmurs against his mouth.

Just as simply replied.

He kisses her softly, his lips still trying to curve into a smile.

It felt good to say it and hear it back.

His hands rest lightly on her hips, his mouth still pressed to hers as he speaks. "Ok, not nearly as scary as I thought. Silly wolf, huh?"

Moon laughs softly, her fingers trailing down his cheek.

"No." Understanding shines in her eyes. "A frightened wolf who needed time."

Time she had been happy to give to him.

"Thank you."

He dips his forehead to meet her as his hands massage up her spine. He gives a soft chuckle.

"I love you." He says it again, almost marveling in the ability to voice it.

There's a bit of a moan at the massage, because it does feel quite nice. Moon wraps her arms around his neck, nuzzling his cheek.

"Does this mean I can say it whenever I like now?"

She's been very careful about when she says it so far.

"Whenever you like." He nuzzles back, sighing happily. "I always liked hearing it from you, even if I didn't know what to say back. It's nice to know someone loves you."

"It is."

Moon likes the warmth his words causes to bloom in her stomach.

"If I'd known I just needed to dance for you..."

He picks that up and runs with it, letting his eyes shine with the teasing. "Yup. That's what you get for holding out on me."

He tickles her spine and kisses her. "No," he says in a low voice, "it was just...everything today adding up. I had a really good time with you and your family tonight."

Moon giggles, fingers playing at the back if Jason's neck.

"You even were civil with Ruin."

"I was." He's very proud of this. "We were civil with each other even. Now that's really something."

He shivers and laughs. "You know where playing with my neck is going to get you," he warns lightly.

"I think you still owe me for the abrupt ending of smooshing in the ocean," she grins, eyes sparkling. "Unless you aren't a wolf of your word and I should just open the door for you to go back to Milliways?"

Jason's mouth falls open in mock shock. "I do, don't I."

His mouth closes and curves up slyly, hands coming to massage lower on her back.

"I don't know that I really want to go home just yet. Guess maybe I should see about making that smooshing up to you."

Moon grins, kissing that smiling mouth of his.

"I've never invited someone I was smooshing to my room," she tells him.

In fact, the only man she'd ever invited to her world for the fun of it had been Indy, and they hadn't been smooshing yet.

His eyebrows raise as he looks from her to her bed, then back to her.

"Virgin bed? Oh, we can't have that." He chuckles and pulls her up into his arms, swinging her over onto the bed and crawling up after her. "I'd be honored if you let me take care of that for you."

Moon can't help laughing around Jason, and she certainly doesn't try to stop. She settles among her pillows, grinning.

"Who else would I want to?" she asks.

He grins in response, crawling over her gracefully until he's close enough to kiss her.

"Pity we don't have those handcuffs now," he teases against her lips. He slides his hands under her arms, guiding them above her head and caressing lightly up and down their undersides.

Moon moans softly, arching her neck for more kisses.

"I know you can improvise just fine," she whispers against his lips, now regretting putting on the dress before she began dancing.

He doesn't mind the thin shift she's wearing: it only gives him something to tease her with while he works to remove it.

His hands close around her wrists to pin them there above her head; tightly, but not enough to hurt her. "Damn straight."

He noses her chin up to nip and suck along her exposed throat.

That's new.

Moon's breath hitches as she tilts her head back, exposing the long line of her throat to him. Held down, teased... she likes it. It makes her squirm, shudder against him. It's close to the full moon for them both, and despite the brief thought to struggle against him, Moon is rather happy to simply trust him.

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