Jack Scot He slept sound and quite late. The healing took as much out of him as the injuries. Sometimes he dreamt of an ugly winged beast covered in blood and ichor laying waste to everything he owned. Sometimes he dreamed of blinding silver figures whose every movement was song and joy. And sometimes he just slept, a glamoured scarecrow, so much dead weight between satin sheets.
Sid The jump point took her from the southside of Old Town to WestEnd. She'd left Jodiah asleep in room three of the Dragon. Wandering the streets back towards home, she began to feel strangely. Ah, yes, it was one of those conscience things....again. Lankyn was a dead male. Still, she did wonder what her mate and lovers saw in her. True, it might have something to do with her station, but she never used such to enthrall. Not for that reason. And, as a mother she left much to be desired. "Ooooo!" Stomping jackboots along the crumbling cobbles of WestEnd. Why was she doing this to herself" Feeling as if, all of sudden, she should be judged by conventions she didn't subscribe to' In fact, when it came right down to it, she would be hard-pressed to say any but one or two beings had a right to judge her. Yet, the feeling was there and niggling at her brain, she couldn't deny it. Oh, she could, but that didn't really do any good. Did it' Up the steps of the 'stone and she entered the front door. Glamoured blues, heightened in color and intensity, glanced towards the kitchen. "Nae. Nae this morn, sorry, Baby." She closed off best she could from that fading link and moved to the end of the steps, looking up. They were still asleep, she could hear her Ebon Knight's and Twin Stars" even breathing coming from the rooms above.
Jack Scot The sheets were in a tangle around him. Some of his dreams entailed action that displayed itself with thrashing. It wasn't a true healing sleep, his slumber. More like a journey through some of the duskier portions of his head. Would he be wise enough to remember when he woke" The moment was at hand. Despite the death of the amethyst tear, he could sense her now, even on the shadowed paths where dreams were real and ghosts corporeal.
Sid Despite her gear, she could be silent as a cat. And, so, she was, moving up the steps, a peek into the nanny's room beyond the nursery before proceeding to the third floor where she stood at the landing, hands braced to banister rails to watch him mumble and move in dreaming sleep.
Jack Scot The moon rose, behind his eyes, in a fast arc to dominate the starry skies of his sleep. Rose and set, it seemed too soon, too fast for the canine that chased it over grassy hill and knoll. Too quickly the sun rose, blinding the coyote with its light. The coyote howled. The scarecrow whimpered and sat upright. The state of his hair alone spoke of a hard night of sleep. He blinked. The sleep in his eyes blurred his vision, the vision beyond the doorway. All he could see was her shine.
Sid Sid was on the bed before the sound finished leaving his lips. Slender arms wrapped about his shoulders, her face burying to the crook of his neck. "Shhhh.....Shhh, Jack. Wha' be runnin' ye ragged in dreams, love?"
Jack Scot "Manon..." He breathed, and his arms were around her. He held her close despite the energy still zinging through her. He breathed in deep her scent and something else.
Sid The Ancient knew now he could take it, whatever thrummed through and why it did. Worry still flittered through the oddly enhanced magiced hue of her eyes, but her arms stayed tight about him and her face stayed buried to his neck. Breath was soft and warm against his skin, fingers stroking in the tangle mess of his hair and braids. "Do ye remember?"
Jack Scot He could smell the sex on her and his eyes lit up with a feral gleam. He wasn't jealous, no but there was the urge to wipe the scent out. Replace it with his own. It had been too long. Black feathers fell from his hair. He swallowed the growl rising in his throat. "I remember much," he rasped in her ear.
Sid So close to him and besides the power surging through her, he brought a fire to her flesh; a white-hot heat to rising within her. Pressing in closer to him, nuzzling into the slope of his neck, she brushed silken lips along his skin. "Tell me, m'love. Tell me wha' ye remember." Husky, throaty, and muffled came the words as fiery kisses rained down, and out along his shoulder.
Jack Scot For a moment, he couldn't breath. Her kisses left him gasping and grasping her now with taloned fingers that sliced through her shirt with ease. He grabbed at milky flesh beneath. "Angels....I saw angels...." he whispered.
Sid A growl rumbled in her throat as he sliced through her clothes. Sid didn't really want to talk about siblings, but she wanted him and her as one more than she wanted to languish in denial. Hands slid down his back, satin touch like liquid fire as they came around to tug at the waist of those raggedy pajamas. The ones she was so going to toss out the next time she took out trash! "Wh....Angels" Wha' about them, love?" She was up on her knees, above him slightly, bending over him as fierce kisses peppered his face, neck and shoulders.
Jack Scot Like hell she was. Those pjs were comfy! But, he let her take them off him. He was too concerned with breathing and touching and tasting her flesh. From the hollow of her throat to that of her breasts, he left a trail of kisses and bites. Against the smooth alabaster of her skin, he spoke of the dream. "They were angry." His mouth moved along the inner rise of one breast, tongue swirled around one pebbly nipple. "Angry at everything. Everyone...."
Sid Sid tore at the shreds of her shirt, ripping it free and tossing it to the side. Burning ice were those kisses and bites, frozen flames. And angry, yeah, that sounded like her siblings. A sharp gasp as his tongue circled a tight and aching nipple. "Gods an' Demons, Jack!" Falling back to the bed, knees still bent so her feet were at her hips, she began to fumble with the leather pants she wore. The ones still soaked with the her own blood.
Jack Scot He couldn't abide her pulling back like that, even to do something so necessary as removing her clothes. Growling, he sprang forward, intent to pin her to the bed. He pushed himself between her legs.
Sid Offering no resistance, her hands came off her pants and raised above her head. Eyes of silver true that sparked and flashed met his feral gaze with want and need. "I love ye, Jack. I love ye an' I wan' ye. Now." Her whisper came hoarse with rising passions.
Jack Scot His need was plain, pressed against her leather clad thigh. He gazed deep into her eyes and lost all pretense at glamour. "Tell me about him." Not asking, commanding before he attacked her throat.
Sid Breath came quick and labored, and the steel he showed forced a vulnerability into face and form, briefly. "Him?" She had to be clear, right"
Jack Scot "The one you just had." He grinned a predator's smile. "The one that took you here." He reached down and grabbed her crotch with one hand and squeezed. He could feel her heat though the leather.
Sid The indraw was ragged and harsh, yet she bucked up to his grip; a small moan loosing from thin lips. Quiet and raspy came the name. "Jodiah."
Jack Scot He pressed his palm hard against that spot and rubbed. Wings rustled above him. A stray ebony feather drifted down to rest on her lips. "Tell me more."
Sid Thumb and forefinger took the feather and slid its touch along pale lips, the hand brushing soft to his feathered brow. Darting her tongue out to wet drying lips her body shuddered with the rubbing of her clit. "He be....Dark. An'....I dun know, m'love. I dun know. Somethin' about him, it calls." Quickened breaths heaved small breasts and rippled the slices still angry and red across her abdomen, but she never once let go of that glittery, animal gaze. The Ancient knew the animal in her mate, she respected it and, yes, at times even feared it. But, above all that she loved him fiercely and she let him see it in the depths of silver true that fell away to forever.
Jack Scot The talons cut through her leather as if it were silk; a perfect slit that matched the one below it. He kicked her legs wide apart, gazed deep into the silver pools of eternity that were her eyes. He felt himself spinning madly, falling forever into her. He howled at the Moon, showing off his canines as he thrust deep into her core. Who was more dangerous then"
Sid He really didn't want to test that, and neither did she.
Jack Scot Maybe someday they'd have to.
Sid Hands came up to his back and short nails dug into dusky flesh as she arced up into his thrust. Lifting her head from the bed she slammed her lips to his in a bruising, needful kiss.
Jack Scot He rarely took her this way completely, but for the moment he reveled in the press of their bodies together. His mouth hungry against hers as he thrust again, trying his damnedest to split her in half. To show her who he was. What he was.
Sid Sid was bleeding power like a dam had broke. Fingers along his back and a*s sizzled with the touch, electricity crackling in the air; the scent of ozone ripe about them. She knew what he was; she never made that mistake. But, he had shown her something last night, something she'd been feeling more connected to since Ber had cast the spell on the Three. Her tongue lashed and danced with his own, tasting and tempting. One leg rising to ride high on his hip and she pulled at the strength of steel of him, married it to her own and stretched forth.
Jack Scot This was how he remembered Spring. Green energies coursed through him taken from her and given back with each movement within her. Heat engulfed him, forced him to hold her so tight he thought he couldn't breathe and was left gasping in her mouth. He didn't know where he left off and she began anymore.
Sid Velvet-walled muscles gripped him as he drove inside her. Her arms so tight about him she was momentarily afraid she'd break his ribs, cut his breathing from him. Still, she wanted more. She wanted all. Somewhere, somewhen, tectonic plates smashed together. Mountains rose from oceanic depths and volcanoes erupted in blazing destruction. Creation. Destruction. Chaos. No longer was the elflocked Sid beneath her Crow, the Maiden was the one who loved him now. Breaking the kiss as she felt the tumultuous tremors, head arched back and hips thrusting into his, she brought him with her. She let him feel what he had shown her. "Oh Jack!" She rasped out in hoarse whisper.
Jack Scot The Crow soared above boiling water and seething flame. It felt the heat on its plumage, threatening to burn the delicate flight feathers that kept it aloft. It called out in defiance, a caw that turned into the mournful howl of a single coyote atop a rising peak, silhouetted against the ripe full rising moon. Jack! His name snapped him back to their bed in the brownstone smack in the middle of WestEnd. He growled and planted the seed of Change within in her.
Sid Mystery. So beautiful he was. Holding tight to his shoulders she shuddered, trembled in his arms as worlds fell away and it was only she and him, together as only a man and woman can be. She held to those dark depths of his eyes, panting as she rode out crashing waves. Again, she wondered. Was her affinity for Nature, the reason she could see the Mysteries when others of her kind could not, all because of a seemingly chance encounter when a youngling Fell" Was it really chance" And Scottie, was it randomness that brought them together, or was it Fate" Her mind reeled and she felt like she had stepped to the edge of the Abyss. One more fall wouldn't make a difference, would it"
Jack Scot It would if she fell without him. His earthly vision slowly came back and there she was, beneath him, this amazing creature who was like no other on any plane. How could Heaven bear to lose her, he thought, and yet he was very glad for such carelessness. "Manon....I love you," he breathed. Had he ever, ever told her that, voiced those words" He couldn't remember.
Sid Did it hurt to Fall so far" He had asked this recently. Lips ran kisses over jaw line and the shell of his ear. Her words whispered soft and warm there. "Oh, Jack. I do love ye, fiercely, completely. Do ye know this" 'ave I e'er really let ye know?" Had she" Like he, she couldn't remember. Perhaps, once long ago in a pristine world before memories were turned into swiss cheese holes. Perhaps. But, she knows she couldn't have felt then what she can feel now. For all that she wanted to shove a dirk in Lankyn's ribs for what his spell had wrought in the ways of annoying emotions she wasn't created to deal with, for this alone she would sheath that dagger and leave it be.
Jack Scot He grinned at her, coyote sly, and ran taloned tipped fingers through her hair. "So when do I get to meet this man of yours?"
Sid "Now, Scottie." The fox light in her grin distinctly said "don't scare him."
Jack Scot As innocent as a person could get with great black feathered wings canopying above them could be. The feral glint never left his eyes. "I'll make nice." If he did.
Sid "I dun know about him. But....I feel he be important." Scottie would know when Sid said 'important' she wasn't speaking on a personal level. "Ye asked me somethin' t'other day."
Jack Scot He folded his wings tight to his back and flopped onto his side beside her. He studied the wounds on her stomach as she spoke. "Aye?"
Sid Fingertips stroked along the arch of those great black wings. For a moment, sorrow shadowed silver trues before it was gone in her smile to glittery, coal-black eyes. "Ye be askin' if'n it hurt to Fall so far." The remnants of leathers were kicked from the bed and she fit into the curve of him like she was tailor-made, bringing his arm about her waist and holding it there.
Jack Scot "It does hurt to fall...." He'd experienced it just the night before. He smiled softly at her. Though he was gentle now, there was an edge to him, even as they cuddled. Something tightly coiled beneath the surface.
Sid Her hand cupped his cheek, face turning to smile at his words. "Aye. But....An' I be wantin' to Tell ye all. Jus' as I be wantin' to know wha' ye 'ave to teach me, Jack. Please. For now, though, I be sayin' this to tha' ye asked. Wha' I los' I ne'er really be 'avin' Above. The hurt be nae the lesser, but I know this now for truth. An' wha' I be gainin' be so much more for me to hold to than e'er I be gettin' afore. I gained ye, m'love."
Jack Scot "Is that why your bells do not ring true?" He toyed with a lock, made the bells ensconced there ring hollow. "From the past we learn to deal with the future."
Sid "M'bells be tied to me. Like ye coat be tied to ye. Right now...." A deep breath taken, here she was going to step full on into the oncoming truck. She'd never even voiced this to herself. Denial was such a nice thing. "Thin's be weighin' on me. I be nae rejuvenatin' an' restin' like I needs be doin'. I be nae sure wha' all Ber's spell be bringin' or meanin' to he, Bel an' meself. An'...." Here it comes, you can do it. "With nae seekin' distractions like I used to....I hear the White Dragon call strong and hard, love. It noodles in me mindscape." Yes, he'd yelled at her the other day about not playing second to the dragon, but she never admitted it to herself or him.
Jack Scot He shifted so he was near over her again, taking her face in both hands and staring deep into her eyes. "Winter will come, but if you follow that Dragon, it will be your fault." He knew this. Knew this like he knew nothing else. He could feel the chill in the ground even now, but it was something else bringing on that change.
Sid For the barest of seconds she allowed herself to tremble in his arms, she allowed herself to be weak and needy of the anchor she found in his touch. Eyes over bright and watery as he cupped her face in his hands and stared deep into silver trues, she nods once, whispering. "I know."
Jack Scot And he was there, right there to hold her up. He smiled at her, all innocent and puppy like.
Sid Her own hands came up to brace his cheeks, lips pressing to his and whispering against them before they parted gently to deepen the kiss. "I love ye, Jack Scot."