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 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.

That little hitch earns a low growl from his throat. With cuffs he could sit back and see her stretched out beneath him, but part of the fun of using his own hands is feeling that resistance, be it slight or forceful.

He makes it to her collarbone before licking a long line back up to her chin, and then to her lips. His hands ease up on her, tickling at her wrists. "Don't move," he murmurs, and lets his hands glide back down her arms to the straps of her shift.

She's obedient and doesn't move. Instead, she watches him, despite her racing heart and need to shift about. She wants to touch him, to press her lips to him, or have him press his to her. But, she remains still except for the minute movements of her hips that she can't stop.

Moon loves how he makes her feel, even before he said he loved her. That is a great gift, yes, but she sees it as a gift, something given freely, just as hers had been for him. Even if she'd known, in that way the tarot do, what he'd felt even before he admitted it to himself, it's different when it's spoken. Words have power, and the power those words have over her is intense. He is her wolf, she his moon, and Moon is rather content in that.

A bondage that isn't bondage, because -- though Jason had feared it -- those words change nothing about their relationship and what it is. It is as it was before he'd said them, and Moon is happy with that.

"Jason," she whispers, eyes following his every move.

"Moon," he responds back, kneeling above her as his fingertips slide under the straps and trace the skin beneath.

He feels so free right now, as if those words had finally opened the door through which he'd been peeping through the keyhole. Without the door locking away those feelings he was so afraid of, this all becomes so much more than just sex.

As if it ever was with her.

He leans forward to kiss her softly. "You listen well: we'll have to play more like this, I think." His lips trail across her cheek to whisper low in her ear. "You want to touch me right now, don't you?"

His breath at her ear makes her shiver, moan softly. Her cheeks are flushed pink as she clenches her hands, her eyes fluttering shut just to feel the heat of him so close.

"Yes," she breathes.

Her reaction has him wondering just how angry she'd be if he tore this shift off her. Flimsy thing...he wants to see her body jerk as the fabric gives, falling to the side in pieces...

He'd blame the full moon if he was up to making excuses. But he's not.

"I'll have to think about it, then." he chuckles, so very aroused that he can play like this with her. And from her current state, he'll have to judge that she's into it so far.

He gives in, closing his hands over the fabric and jerking, shuddering at the satisfying sound of fabric tearing.

Moon cries out, and her body does jerk, but her hands remain where he'd told her to keep them. Other than that sudden movement as he tore her shift, she doesn't move an inch. Her breathing, though, becomes rapid, her heart pounding as she stares up at him.

Her nipples are hard, her whole body tense, ready, anticipating being pounced by him. The thing Richard had woken in her recognizes the male wolf, the bigger wolf, and it causes her to let loose a quiet growl as her hips shift enticingly.

A deep growl answers hers, but the pouncing she's expecting doesn't happen. Instead, his hands lovingly caress up and down the front of her body.

He stares at her from inches away, feeling her chest rise and fall beneath his hands, and for the first time he completely embraces the intimacy of the moment.

His eyes still on hers, he dips his chin to briefly catch her lips with his own.

Moon moans so softly, and the kiss is by far too short. She whimpers when he pulls his lips back, and she barely remembers not to move. She wants the heat of him pressed against her. Moon is unaccustomed to this sort of play, though it only heightens her desire for him, her need to touch him.

And the way he holds her gaze... it makes her heart stop for a second, makes the weight of the moment that much heavier.

He reaches down to unbutton his pants, taking the opportunity to lightly suck each inviting nipple while his hands are busy. He's trying to keep the mood sensual, but in his mind he can't get the damn pants off fast enough.

It's almost with remorse that he pulls away from her breasts and jerks his shirt off, tossing to the floor and looking back down at her. Her body is perfect, laid out beneath him so soft and flushed...

He leans forward and kisses her again with a hungry moan, lingering this time as his hands run back up her arms, lacing his fingers with hers.

Her body trembles ever so slightly with want, and she holds his hands tightly in hers as she deepens the kiss. Moon whimpers softly, parting her legs so he can settle against her. She is intensely aroused, trying to rub herself against him.

Moon pulls her lips away from Jason's just a little to pant, "I love you, please..."

He chuckles at that; that masculine chuckle that you really only hear in the bedroom.

"I love you..."

He pulls her hands up to rest on his shoulders, then slowly presses the length of himself into her. He nearly collapses against her when he's gone as far as he can go, giving a shaky moan into her ear. "My God, you feel amazing."

Moon gasps, her arms holding him close.

"No different than the... last time," she breathes against his neck, arching up against him.

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