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Post by Bobby De Grossi on Sept 21, 2010 18:10:47 GMT -7
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Post by Morrison Whelan on Sept 22, 2010 19:36:14 GMT -7
(( Duly noted Bobby ))
Emotions and strength spent with his physical release, Morrison nearly let himself fall heavily upon Anna until he felt her start to push against him so that she could get up. Not wanting her leave right then, he stayed in place, pressing his lips against her soft shoulder for only a moment, before he was coaxed to move away from her. Too tired to watch the woman now sitting on the edge of the bed, he dropped forward into the sheets, eyes closed and head turned to the side so that he could breath deeply and calm down the slight panting. Anna had not been the best he’d ever had, but she had been immensely satisfying. That might have just been the grief talking, but that was fine with him at the moment, his emotions would be leveled out at least until tomorrow.
“...I'll... be right back.”
Morrison grumbled softly in acknowledgement, cracking an eye open to watch the woman walk away from the bed. A small, euphoric sort of smile crossed his lips at the sight of her backside and he turned his head so that his face pressed into the mattress. It could have been so easy to fall asleep right then and there, being so incredibly comfortable on the soft bed, but that wouldn’t have been kind on Anna, as she would have been left feeling discontent and a bit used. Thankfully, he was gentleman, and would make sure that she would fall asleep at ease with herself, with him, with them. For that, he pushed himself up with a grunt so that he was sitting and rubbed his eyes to pull some sort of semblance of wakefulness back.
Just as he scooted to the corner of the bed, planning to get to his feet and stretch a bit, Anna was back in the room, putting all sort of thought out of his head. And once she had seated her beautiful self beside him, he couldn’t quite take his eyes from wandering to her chest, stomach, hips, lower… “Sorry... This is a bit awkward.” Morrison half-smiled, chuckling softly in his head, and graciously kissed her back as she leaned into him, one of his hands slipping to hers to take the wad of paper from her. “It’s only awkward if you let it be,” he told her as she pulled away, his voice heavy with exhaustion. Discretely as he was able, he slid off his condom, wrapping it up in the toilet paper before getting up to drop the wad into the bin in the corner of the room. Now as he sat beside the woman again, closer to her than before, he felt much more relaxed and very much ready for a good night’s sleep.
“Do... you want to stay the night?”
For a moment, the wolf only stared over at her, up at her face for once. “Of course,” he said softly, nearly whispered. “I’m far too tired to drive anyway.” Slipping an arm around her bare waist to pull her against him, he pressed his lips to hers, gently, sweetly. The kiss was short as he no longer had the drive for anything long and drawn out, especially not after how they’d spent their previous hour. At least he still had the ability to hold and snuggle Anna, seeing how it took such minimal effort, hell he could even hug her in his sleep, which he was sure would probably end up happening. Still caressing the woman with one arm, he twisted to the side to glance at the clock beside the bed and noted that it was around 1 AM, way past his bedtime. “It’s definitely time to get some sleep,” he said, turning back to Anna with a sigh and planting a kiss on her forehead.
Slowly, he pulled away from her and then dragged himself to the head of the bed where he could slip under the covers then stretch out so he was laying flat, his head resting softly on a pillow. However, as soon as the woman had joined him, he had to turn himself onto his side so that he could position her with her back pressed against his stomach and her head laying on one of his arms as a substitute for a pillow. For Morrison this wasn’t too comfortable, as he was sure his arm would fall asleep before he had succeeded to, but he didn’t mind it if it kept Anna’s warmth close, kept her skin pressed to his, her scent around him… His free hand drifted to her hip with these thoughts, but he quickly and rather accidentally fell to sleep, letting that hand slip from her to the bed in front of her.
(( Oh Teris, Teris, Teris…. ^_^ ))
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Post by Teris on Sept 24, 2010 19:54:21 GMT -7
He felt almost too hot against her, but it was nice nonetheless when he pulled her closer to him and gently kissed her. She felt his movement as he glanced at the clock, but wasn't precisley sure of what he was looking at until he said “It's definitely time to get some sleep”. Her eyes closed when he pressed his lips against her forehead, and once he was situated under the covers, she joined him. Being pulled against his stomach was startling at first, then kind of cute, and then, once Morrison situated himself, uncomfortable. For someone who's been used to sleeping by herself for about fourteen years (she probably crawled into her parents bed when she had nightmares xD ), cuddling with another person while she was trying to sleep just is not nice.
Within a few moments, Morrison fell asleep. The hand that had been gently resting on her waist flopped over her, pulling her closer to him. It'd only been a short while and already she was cramping up from being on her side and still. Anna was a mover in bed. She never can stay still. Hell, one time she even woke up with her head where her feet were when she went to sleep. How she pulled that off, she had no idea. She waited a few more moments, a small part of her -actually an increasingly growing part- hoping he'd move his arm. When he didn't, she very slowly lifted it from herself and wiggled out of the bed.
Surprisingly, Anna wasn't that tired. The adrenaline had worn off, and she was exhausted, but her body just didn't seem to want to shut off. Perhaps it was working all those night shifts that had her resisting sleep. Pacing silently about the room for a moment, the girl finally decided that she didn't want to hang around the bed room, and made her way to the living room/kitchen/dining room set up. She had a craving for chocolate chip cookies. ... Unfortunately she always ended up burning them... Perhaps she could just stick with the dough and make cupcakes for Morrison when he wakes up. ... About the only thing she doesn't mess up for some reason.
By 2 AM, Anna had a small bit of cookie dough made up, and was debating whether or not she should eat it. In all honesty, she shouldn't. She should be a good girl. ”Ah, what the hell.” She grumbled, putting the bowl into the fridge and closing the door. The cupcakes were just under fully cooked. Anna opened the oven door and brought them out to cool. They were best this way, super moist and melt-in-your-mouth delicious. Too bad she couldn't be this good of a baker with other foods, she could have opened a buisness. Oh well. Laying a clean tea towl over the hot cupcakes to let them cool -and prevent any flies from getting at them-, the woman began cleaning up after herself.
Finally done, the human took a moment to survey her work before glancing at the clock and yawning. Making her way back to the bedroom, the girl had to pause for a moment against the door frame. Her eyes were focused on Morrison. He looked so calm... almost childish with his mouth hanging open and his breathing rugged but not quite snoring. It brought a small smile to her face, and she slipped into the bathroom a moment to get some toilet paper and gently wipe his cheek. Tossing the toilet paper in the general direction of the garbage pale thing, she crawled into bed. Before she knew it, Anna's eyes were closed, and she was slipping away to unconsciousness, curled up against the werewolf's stomach.
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Post by Morrison Whelan on Sept 25, 2010 21:20:44 GMT -7
Morrison was not a deep sleeper, in any sense. His deep sleep was most people’s light, so you could imagine what a hard time he’d have sleeping when his mind was disturbed. Restless would not even begin to describe his shallow sleep. Thankfully, that night he fell very deeply asleep, so far that when Anna pulled away from him and got out of bed, he merely shifted the position of his arms, looking to pull her back against him. He had quickly reverted to absolute stillness again, his unconscious mind not being used to having anyone in bed him anyway. Even once the woman had rejoined him, he had managed to so soundly asleep that he’d only moved in response to her pressed back against him. This fitful sleep did not, however, stop the nightmare that now found him every night.
The man had woken with a sharp intake of breath around 5 AM, having, once again, watched his own foot slam into his friend’s skull. With that in his head, he was immensely confused to find himself staring at a dark mess of brunette, rather than platinum blonde, hair. Only after a good few minutes of deep breathing and lying completely still did he remember last night. This realization was such a relief that he cried just a little, glad to be safe, even in someone else’s bed. And soon he was back fast asleep, having only received four hours of sleep, his arms tighter around the woman and his nose pressed into her soft hair.
When next Morrison woke, it was around 9:30. Normally, he got around 7 hours of sleep, so nearly nine was very odd, though he did feel more awake than usual. For a few minutes, he just lay there, planning to stay where he was until Anna awoke, but his stomach had different ideas. A headache was starting to sink in and a soft growling rose from his belly. “Stop that,” he grumbled, pushing his lips to the back of the human’s head. Yet the pain in his head and grumbling only grew more persistent and eventually dragged him out of the bed, which he did slowly as to not wake the woman. Getting to his feet, he grunted softly at the cracking of his knees; it must be warm outside. Though, before he left the room, he stopped in the doorway, watching Anna sleep, seeing how sweet and calm she looked, feeling a little pang of regret. He shouldn’t have imposed so much on her the night before. Sure, she had gone along with it more than willingly, but he had still rushed it. There had to be a way to make this up to her.
With a sigh and a shake of his head, trying not to think out this issue of morals, Morrison slipped out into the hallway, making his way straight to the bathroom. There he pulled on his boxers and jeans before folding up his shirt and the human’s clothes and stacking them in a neat pile on the counter, so that none of them would get anymore wrinkled than they already were. Hanging in the bathroom door, he tried to peer into the living room, looking out for Anna’s cat so that he could avoid pissing it off an having it meow at him. The animal must have been hiding away and sleeping, because he couldn’t hear it moving about, indicating that it didn’t know, or didn’t care, that anyone had gotten up and into the main living area. This was good, cats were a nuisance anyway.
Food was the priority now, and so it was to the kitchen. Morrison spent a while snooping through Anna’s cupboards and pulling down certain objects and ingredients as he found them. He was sure that she wouldn’t mind, he was going to make her something to eat when she woke up anyway. He did note that she’d make cupcakes and cookie dough last night, probably as she’d been unable to sleep for a while, but that wasn’t breakfast food and he wanted something for her that she could eat without being worried about her diabetes. And that something would be pancakes. There was pancake mix in one cupboard, but from scratch they would taste much better and probably would have a lot less sugar, and with the way Morrison liked to make pancakes, they’d come out much nicer.
In only a few minutes he’d mixed up a good amount of batter and separated it into three bowls. In one he added lemon juice and a bit of sugar to cut the sourness, another with chopped pieces of a red apple he’d found and some cinnamon, and the last he threw in cut up strawberries with a bit more sugar. These pancakes wouldn’t need any syrup; they were delicious as they were, so Anna shouldn’t feel so guilty about having them. Plus, this would be the start of Morrison thanking her for her comfort last night.
Not wanting to start cooking until Anna got up, the wolf brought out a pan and put it on the stove before cleaning up everything that he could. When the kitchen was good and clean, he grabbed himself a cupcake from under the tea towel that protected them, sure that the woman wouldn’t mind, he was very hungry anyway, and needed something to fill his stomach for a bit. Nibbling on his snack, the wolf stood against the counter, slighting sleepy eyes staring out at the living room beyond and wondering when Anna would wake up. If she took two hours to get up, he wouldn’t mind, as he could sit down and watch tv, and it wasn’t like he had anywhere to be; his cripple friend, Iivan was all secured at a clinic and he had paid leave from work. Staying at the human’s house would be a good way to fill the otherwise boring day anyway, maybe he’d get some more kisses, hmm, that’d be nice.
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