[Rory] 123 not me! :)
[Ray Ostermann] Chinatown, it had been quite a while since Ray had found himself amongst the broken buildings, ethnic foods, and gang signs of the area. Few of these things ever bothered him though, not before he was aware of the garou, and especially not now. They would surely protect him, if he failed to talk his way out of a sticky situation with the local thugs.
He moved along the street casually, confidently as he looks about, curious if he would manage to run across that flaming red hair of Rory’s, he hadn’t seen her since a brief moment outside of gina’s house, and he was rather anxious to see her again, despite recent events.
[Rory] Sometimes fate brings people together, sometimes it’s not so easy. Today is one of the former, as a certain redhead is currently sitting on a random bus bench that’s littered with graffiti. Her long legs are folded up crisscrossapplesauce, her flipflops on the ground beneath the bench next to her backpack. Her dress is simple, as always – today it’s cut off shorts, and a bright green tank top – which makes it all the easier to see the multitude of freckles that speckle her pale skin.
Others would be afraid that their pack or shoes would be taken, but few people ever bother her – her rage is enough to keep them away, even now under the darkened moon. So she sits in peace, working on some gizmo or something that’s in her lap…
[Ray Ostermann] Luck was on his side today, well things were at least looking up in that regard, the woman who sat just down the street was one of his very favorite people, something about Rory just made Ray smile genuinely, and well…the sex certainly didn’t hurt either.
He approached her slowly, watching her fiddle and tinker with whatever it was she had in her hands, his smile already dazzling on his face from that distance. He is almost within earshot, but instead the man tries to get as close as he can, he loves the reactions he gets from her and he has every intention to see if for once he can sneak up on someone.
Perhaps he just wanted to see if he really was Shadow Lord material, or if he should really belong elsewhere.
[Rory] Her fingers are nimble, stronger than they look as they work on the gizmo, that – as he gets closer he might be able to tell that it’s sort of a robot. Or something. Maybe a remote control car or something similar. There’s no plastic case on the outside, so it’s hard to tell, and Rory’s systematically dismantling it as she tugs and works various pieces and wires.
She’s not paying attention to anything else, really, as so few people dare come close. Her lower lip is pulled between her teeth, and her brow furrows slightly as she concentrates and prying loose a particularly stubborn piece. She pokes her finger on one sharp edge, and it is the sharp inhale of surprise that has her popping that finger into her mouth and sucking on it with a soft sound deep in her throat.
[Ray Ostermann] That drawing of blood and the quick slip of her finger into her mouth, followed by a soft moan from deep within her throat makes Ray almost crack up. He keeps his composure though and he comes up right behind her and leans in, smiling to himself that he can at least sneak up on a distracted Ahroun.
“It looks like your finger is having quite a bit of fun there Rory….should I be jealous?” He asks her, whispering it into her ear.
[Rory] She jumps. Not only that, but she flinches away from him as if she expects to be hit, all before what he actually said filters through the years of training to be quick at duck n cover. As it filters through, and his scent fills her senses, she slowly rights herself, and…
…blushes.
[surprisesurprise]
She ducks her head and pulls her finger from her lips as she peeks over at him through those red, red curls. She doesn’t even answer, as flustered as she is that he’d managed to sneak up on her AND just being this close to him again… she just shakes her head no. No need to be jealous at all…
[Ray Ostermann] Ray’s smile is sparkling as he comes around the side of bench and goes to sit down next to her. He watches her, an expectant look on his face as he seats himself and brushes down his pant legs. “Well then perhaps at the very least we can share you…your finger and I i mean.”
He puts a hand on Rory’s leg and pats it in welcome, before returning his gaze to her face and regards her for a long, long moment. “It’s been a while Rory, how have you been?”
[Rory] He joins her on the bench, and the touch of his hand is like an electric jolt through her system as he pats her thigh. She tucks her curls behind her ear – only to have them spring free once again, before she peeks up at him and shifts her weight just enough to ensure she’s subtly touching him on as many points as possible – her slender shoulder, her arm, her thigh all warmly against his.
She peeks at her finger to ensure it’s no longer bleeding – it’s not. In fact, there’s no evidence of any injury at all, blessings of being metis – before she reaches down shyly to slide her fingers over his on her thigh.
“Good.” She’s been good, and then she looks up at him, meeting his eyes briefly, that shy lil grin lingering across her lips as color splashes across her cheeks. “You?”
[Ray Ostermann] He watches her move closely, getting every contact point she can, before at last resting her hand overtop of his own, she was looking to be as close as possible to the man without being ontop of him, or having him inside her. It warmed him to feel that, and not just because of the warmth of her rage tingling across his skin now.
“Things have been….interesting Rory. Very, very interesting.” He says with a light chuckle. “Don’t react the wrong way….but It would appear I’m going to be a father.” He says so straight up, he wasn’t going to play around the issue, she deserved to know.
He keeps a hold on her hand though, incase she tries to get away at that, he had more then that to say of course.
[Rory] He’s going to be a….
She blinks, and then tips her head slightly, her brow furrowing as she tries to assimilate this information. Part of her is glad that he doesn’t try to hide it, but it certainly catches her by surprise. “…oh.”
Well, that’s a start. She’s not one for many words to begin with, as she knows she always messes them up, though she cannot hear the mistakes herself. He holds her hand still though, and she doesn’t try to pull away. Then, her worst fear… voiced softly… “…you’re nated, mow?”
[Ray Ostermann] “You see Rory thats where things are tricky, I’m not mated no…Lukas has denied Marni the right to challenge him for me to be her mate. So I am unmated, but will still be a father, as there is no way that Marni will even think of aborting that child, which is good.”
He says looking away for a moment, before looking back at her with a smile. “You needed to know that, I’m sorry if it worried or upset you.”
[Rory] She tips her head slightly, curious. “..denied?” She’s shocked, really, because if they were able to procreate, they certainly have the right to mate. She has no such rights – she always thought the others had them automatically.
It’s good Marni won’t abort. Rory’s free hand fiddles with some lever or something on the gizmo in her lap, before she peeks up at Ray. “if ce should challenge – you would mate hith wer?”
[Ray Ostermann] “No she can’t Lukas won’t let her because he feels she has dishonored the tribe by having my baby without asking permission first. So she is denied the right to take me as a mate.”
He explains it simply, he knew it was a confusing situation and a problematic one for certain, he had the look of a man trying to figure out the situation, but he hand no sway, and it frustrated him to no end.
Then she asked him if he WOULD mate with her if he was allowed and he takes a moment to think, before nodding. “If only for the child, I’m very much a believer in a nuclear family model, one mother, one father, and kids. I understand sometimes that doesn’t work, but it should be if possible.”
[Rory] “Oh.” She listens carefully, as he explains the situation, her brow furrowing to hear why Lukas denied the claim. And then he takes a moment, and admits he would mate even if only for the child, to give them a family.
“Oh.” softly, again. Then… “You’ll be a dood gad…” willing to give up so much just for the baby? That’s aces in her book – though underneath it is a definite sense of longing – as he so easily has what she never could.
Then, daring… “… and us?”
[Ray Ostermann] “I hope I’ll be a good dad, I might be able to rake in money like nobodies business, looking after a screaming child….we will have to wait and see. For now though, Marni and I cannot see each other, at all.” He shrugs a little saddened by that, but his smile widens as Rory asks about them.
“Well…Marni is very much for me being free as long as I want to be, and the challenge may not come for some time, for now….you and I arn’t changing anytime soon.”
[Rory] She listens, listens as he mentions his worries about the baby, and how they can’t be together. And then, then he says they aren’t changing anytime soon, and she blushes, color spilling across her cheeks, spreading along her neck, her shoulders, as she smiles shyly and ducks her head to hide behind her curls.
“Good.” She murmurs it softly, and tucks her head against his shoulder. That’s the important part of all of it – knowing she has him a little while longer.
[Ray Ostermann] He turns his head and inhales the smell of her hair, before remembering the fact that she has no scent, not even the smell of soap, it is an odd lacking, but it is also distinctly Rory, if slightly disappointing. His hand turns over, and takes hers into his, entwining fingers before he whispers to her.
“So…should I leave you and your newest friend alone for some one on one time?” He asks gesturing with his head down to the gizmo in her lap.
[Rory] She watches as he laces their fingers together, his touch cool against the rage-fueled heat of her skin, and her smile widens, just a touch. He asks if she wants alone time, and she just shakes her head, her amusement shown in a brief chuckle, barely heard.
“Oh no… It smoesn’t dell as good as you…”
she slides her head against his shoulder, so her breath is warm across his neck, making a show of inhaling deep. Where she has no scent, his is distinctively his own, and fills her senses with delight imprinted along memory…
[Ray Ostermann] He watches her lean in against his neck and breath deep, she was becoming quite possessive, and quite forward, both things made him chuckle lightly as she did so, he even tilted his head back a little, letting her have his neck, at the moment it was a submissive sign to her, though he knew…if it came to being behind closed doors, the tables would quickly turn.
He waits for her to pull back, and when she does he kisses her on the forehead before speaking. “So what was on your agenda for the rest of the day hmm? Lots of businesses to save with your miraculously refitted machinery?”
[Rory] She blushes brightly under the press of lips to her forehead, her fingers sliding over the gizmo in her lap even as he asks what she’d planned. She shakes her her head, slightly, curls bouncing as she peeks up at him.
“Already made re thounds – everything’s smunning roothly.” thin shoulders lift into a slight shrug as she pauses, then continues with almost a teasing sadness. “No dree finner tonight…”
A little possessive, a little forward, and the occasional tease. He’s taught her far more than he’s realized…
[Ray Ostermann] “Well then I guess I’ll just have to buy us some won’t I?” He says like its not really up for debate. “But first…why don’t we take you home and get you into that dress I bought you, I really don’t see you in it enough.”
He says before moving to pull her to standing. “How far is it to your home Rory? Should I go get the car? Or can we walk.”
[Rory] She can’t help it – she laughs, just a little, since it’s not up for debate and all, and he wants to see her in that dress again. That brings the blush back, and she untucks her feet as he stands, slipping her flipflops on before he pulls her to her feet. The Gizmo is caught and once she has her free hand back, she shoves it into her pack, slinging the clanking metal filled pack over a shoulder before shyly slipping her hand into Ray’s once more.
“Fot nar… but Edwin doesn’t vike lisitors there…” she wrinkles her nose, slightly, considering, and then… “talk wo the intersection, and you can thait were, and I’ll be quick.” said much as he spoke – as if it’s not really up for debate. Edwin’s her hero, after all.
[Ray Ostermann] Ray raises a brow at that, the fact that Edwin did not allow visitors, well so much for that quicky in her bedroom he was thinking of, but he nodded and gestured forward. “Then lead the way Rory, I’ll wait like a patient gentleman while you slip into your dinner wear.”
He waits for her to start walking, to lead the way as he had no idea where it was they were going, before speaking again. “Would you like chinese tonight Rory? Or perhaps something different for once?”
[Rory] She chews her lip absently, as Ray arches his brow, almost ready to give in and ask him back to the apartment anyway – something dangerously close to insubordination for the always obedient Ahroun. The walk gives her a bit to think about the consequences of such things, though, even as he agrees and she starts them in the right direction – which happens to start out by ducking into an alleyway.
As for whats for dinner… she peeks up at him from under those curls, and steps closer so that her shoulder slides against his. “Anything.” As long as it’s with him. “Dat who you like?”
[Ray Ostermann] “I was thinking something a little more upscale, there is a lovely Indian place in lakeview that I think you might enjoy. And it’s not all that far from my condo if you get to…tired to come all the way back here.” He says tired, but obviously he has other plan’s in mind for her once they’ve had dinner together.
“Is it only the members of your pack who are allowed to your home Rory? Or is it specific people?”
[Rory] She smiles up at him, and tucks her head against his shoulder a second later, giving only glimpses of how happy she is at the thought of spending time with him, no matter what they do, or where they do it. “Hever nad Indian.” But, as always, she’s eager to try anything that Ray wants to show her.
…anything.
“Pust jack.” She wrinkles her nose, and then turns them down another alleyway. Closer and closer… then, oh so daring… “I snould ceak you in…”
[Ray Ostermann] And what he had in mind later, would probably be something very new to her. He walks through the alleyways with her, looking about at the lovely places Rory likes to bring him, and when she suggest that they sneak him in his grin widens and he chuckles.
“Rory, I think I might be a bad influence on you….but certainly, if it won’t get you in to much trouble.” He says as he waits for her to lead the way once more, or leave him here, it was up to her now.
“You will like this food, its spicy, as spicy as you want it to be.”
[Rory] She blushes as he teases her, and then looks down the next alley, and then up at him, before smiling softly, bravely. “Edwin’s out. Quickly…”
And then she’s leading him to the correct building, content in the likelyhood that by dragging him here through the alleyways, he might not easily find it a second time and get her into trouble – not that she thinks he would do that. Momentarily, she lets go of his hand, and then in a display of athleticism that she rarely shows unless in battle, she runs a step or three, and jumps – grabbing the bottom rung of the fire escape ladder and pulling it down to the ground. She glances back at him and flashes that oh so shy smile.
And then starts her climb to the third floor window – which happens to be right next to her room.
[Rory] .
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[Ray Ostermann] The man blinks as she does so, he knew she was athletic, he had felt the hard muscles of her body, both inside and out, and he knew that she was a warrior of the nation, but he had never seen her do such things, never seen her shift, or rip a servant of the wyrm in twain. This relatively mundane show of skill was impressive, and he grinned at her. “Enjoying showing off Rory?”
He calls up behind her as he starts to climb up with her, looking blatantly up at her backside, but of course, no one could tell when your climbing a ladder.
[Rory] That makes her blush, as he knew it would, and she concentrates on climbing up to the third floor landing – though she likely could do it in her sleep. She can feel his eyes on her, too, and it sets a warm tingle weaving through her insides, warming her to know he still looks at her this way… even with the proof another could be so much better for him.
She reaches the window quickly enough, and when he’s joined her on the landing, she tugs it open, slowly, listening – though she knows Edwin isn’t there. Then she’s slipping inside, and turning with a finger against her lips and a playful “…shhhh. Brutus…”
Brutus appears to be the huge Tomcat asleep on the chair by the window.
[Ray Ostermann] Ray follows her up, and when they slip inside he looks at the huge cat, a blink of his eyes in surprise at the things girth. “I am surprised he ever wakes.” He says softly before taking a moment to look over this part of their pack house, he had never seen one, and that one was no long gone with the end of Marni’s pack.
“This is your room hmm?” He asks as he wonders at the place.
[Rory] She reaches over and gives the Tomcat a loving pet – and shockingly he doesn’t shy away from her. She was once an AlleyCat after all, and she rescued Brutus when Edwin called her to meet Fox. He’s the last of her life as an Alleycat, a reminder of Chloe and Elliot, of her sisters that would have her stand up for herself a lot more than she ever does – than she ever will.
She slips through the room quietly, comfortably. It’s not much – and there is evidence of another who had lived here before she arrived, who’s never returned to his pack. She takes up very little room for herself – though the table in the corner is filled with small mechanical doodads of every shape and size, a small toolbox, that holds more than the small set she carries in her pack. Her dress – her single dress that he’d bought for her, hangs in the closet – her few other articles of clothing are folded neatly in a small dresser. And there’s evidence that Brutus joins her on the bed – judging by the cathair on the bottom corner.
“Yes.” It’s her room. And being in it, she unloads her pack on the table, and then like she always has before, with the same curious lack of modestly, starts to strip down so that she can put on the dress he likes so much.
[Ray Ostermann] He takes a few moments to look around the room and in particular at the variety of gizmo’s and widgets on the table, picking up one and then another before he puts them back where he found them, not wanting to ruin any system she might have, if indeed such a system exists. Admittedly he doesn’t notice the cat’s affection, as he had never run across the situation before, and had no reason to doubt that animals would willingly be near the trueborn.
Then she begins to strip out of her clothign, doing so without fanfare or sex appeal, but something draws him to her anyways, arms wrapping around her from behind as she is brought down to just her panties, and bra if she even has one on. “Mmmm perhaps it was a bad move bringing me up here with you.”
[Rory] She catches her breath as he wraps his arms around her, her eyes closing as she leans back into his embrace, clad only in her panties. She owns exactly one bra – that he bought her – and she was not wearing it today as the straps showed under her tank top. But none of that matters now as his arms are around her and he’s pressed against her and he smells oh so good…
Shy, her smile as she the color spreads under her skin, the blush sliding under freckles that defy number… “…why?”
[Ray Ostermann] He smiles behind her, and presses his suit clad body against the freckled curves of her’s pushing them as close together as possible, his mouth beside her ear as he turns to whisper softly into it, his voice taking on that velvatine quality, that voice that sounds like really really good sex.
“Because I’m not sure if you could keep quiet enough for a little bit of fun before dinner.” He says as one hand comes up to cup and gently squeeze one of her small but almost perfectly sized breasts.
[Rory] His hands find the swell of her breast, and pull a soft gasp from her throat, even as she arches into the touch… she slides her hand along his arm, along the back of his fingers as they explore her skin.
He teases her about being quiet, even though she’s so very shy, and it takes a bit for her to relax into being so free with her voice… even when its Ray, who she knows delights in getting any and all reactions from her…
Even so, she dares to tease, softly in return… “You’re ne thoisy one…”
[Ray Ostermann] “Think so do you?” He asks as his fingers play up slowly along the supple flesh of her breast until two fingers gently pinch the tip of her nipple squeezing gently and slowly as he tries to milk more lovely sounds from her throat.
“Well perhaps we should find out, no time like the present.” He says as his other hand begins to slide lower, the fingers dipping beneath the line of her panties, his intentions quite clear.
[Rory] She bites her lower lip as that hand travels lower, even as she lays her head against his shoulder, then tucks her face against his neck with a soft gasp… His touch slides electric over her skin, and she lifts her arm to slide it up around his neck, her fingers sliding into his dark hair as he teases her…
She loves how he teases her, how he never seems able to get enough of her skin, of what she always thought to be useless, ignored. Still shy, she hides her little smile against his neck, breathing deeply of his scent as she (practically brazenly, for her) parts her thighs for his touch…
[Ray Ostermann] She clings to him as he continues to play with those oh so sensitive parts of her body, of course all of her parts were sensitive, ever brush of finger tips over exposed flesh made her nerves sizzle with pleasing fire.
She parts her thighs, spreading her legs to allow him full access to her body, to every inch of her should he desire it, he smiles inwardly at that, now she was submissive to him, the train of thought coming full circle. Fingers slip down over pale pink lips, and then press inside of Rory’s hot body two fingers curling within the wet slick confines of her pussy.
“I think I’ll start with desert, and then move to dinner…how does that sound Rory?” He asks as his other hand leaves her breast, and she can hear his belt coming undone.
[Rory] There are so many instances where she is submissive – and being so to him has always been by far the most enjoyable. His fingertips slide into her and she makes a soft sound low in her throat, her breath catching as he teases her with such ease… her lips parting into a breathlessly soft laugh as he suggests she is his dessert.. turning to a soft whimper as his hand leaves sensitive nipples to slide into the minute space between them.
She can hear his belt being undone, and fingers curl lightly at the base of his neck, caressing lightly, teasingly as she simply nods – oh so willing for anything he would suggest…
“…yes.”
So simple – yet that tiny word means so very much….
[Ray Ostermann] The pants and belt clatter to the floor, and from what she can feel from behind her, so did his underwear, the man steps from pants and pushes them quietly asside, doing his best not to make a ton of noise as he works his fingers deeper and deeper into her pussy her juices coating his fingers making it all the easier, soon he thought, soon something else would be covered in those juices.
His hand free once more, Ray begins to peel Rory panties down around her legs, today he obviously had no intent on waiting for long, perhaps later that evening there would be something slower, something more sensual, right now, Rory was going to get fucked…and that was that.
The panties disposed of, his free hand went to work once more, fingers sliding up along her spine, teasing, before sinking into her thick red locks, and he starts to bend her over forcefully, his body guiding hers so that she can at least use her arms to support herself over the desk.
[Rory] He works his fingers within her, and her breath quickens, that blush spreading like fire under her skin as she submits so fully to his every whim – its an added benefit that nine times out of ten, they involve them getting naked…
He pulls his hand from her, and she whimpers softly, hips curling as if to beg him back, until he’s sliding down her panties and she kicks them aside… he’s always been so gentle, going so slowly, that this is something entirely new… he wants her – and he wants her right now. The very thought of it makes her tremble, gasping as his hand sinks into the curls, and he pushes her over the desk…
It’s a sign of how much she trusts him, how very much she wants to be with him too that she shows no fight to the move, simply clears a space so that she can brace her arms on the desk, bent before him in complete trust and total submission to his every desire…
[Ray Ostermann] Its part of the enjoyment, knowing that his small, but incredibly powerful woman was bending to his every whim, her body is trembling, perhaps in anticipation, perhaps with just a hint of trepidation, but still she accepts what he does, and is bent over the desk, his hand still holding her in place as he positions himself behind her.
Ray’s free hand slips gently over the lips of her pussy, now bared to him as he stood behind her and smiles to himself, before grabbing his own member, the head already glistening with his own desire, and then guides it between her legs and with a gentle push, pops the head of his cock inside of her, before the rest of him sinks in and the man gives a satisfied sigh.
[Rory] His hand is still tangled in her curls, while the other teases her, sliding over lips that glisten with her delight at his touch, begging him to take her, right here and now – which is precisely what he does. He slides within her and she tucks her head against her arm, and bites her lower lip to hold back the cry that wants to escape, her hips pressing back against him eagerly…
“…ohhhhh..” soft, barely heard as she presses her face against her arm, and takes a shaky breath… His sigh affecting her as well, hearing such satisfaction from so simple an act that isn’t very simple at all…
[Ray Ostermann] Normally Ray might take a moment then to feel the intense heat of Rory’s body threatening to melt him within her like a piece of iron placed inside a smelter, but today is about urgency, desire and an immediate need to fulfill both. Ray’s left hand smacks Rory’s ass lightly, before he starts to fuck her his cock driving in and out of her as if they were nearing climax, not right off the bat.
Rory would shortly know what it mean’t to have a quicky something she might have wondered about at some point, given how many people say such terms to her, and she never knows what they mean. Ray remembers the contest they have, and he does his best to keep his own groans and moans under wraps, but his quickened breath cannot be hidden or masked.
[Rory] He doesn’t waste time, he doesn’t hesitate, and so suddenly he’s pounding within her, fucking her, like it’s the last moments on earth and this is all they’ll have, ever… she yelps quietly as he slap her ass, but it’s muffled as well, trying to be so much quieter than he is, even as her fingers wrap around the edge of the desk, gripping tight, as he slams so deep within her…
She’s heard a great many terms before, and he has patiently shown her so many of them – this one, she learns immediately, is not about patience, is not about delayed gratification, not about taking their time, but about satisfaction, pure and intense…
He tries to keep quiet, and she presses harder against him, the unique heat of her rippling against him in eager welcome with each thrust, her breath soft pants, and softer moans, hidden against her arm…
[Ray Ostermann] He’s already grunting as they slam themselves together, the intensity of the moment in its own way far more intense then going slow and at the same time, far less. Fingers rake down the woman’s back, adding just that little bit of sensation, that little hint of pain in with the pleasure that makes it all so much more memorable.
They try to keep quiet, they really do, but even quiet could still be heard by someone who walked by at the right time. But they try none the less, even as they push together to satisfy their immediate desires.
[Rory] She arches her back into the rake of his fingers, the added sensation pulling a soft cry from her lips, one that might be heard if her alpha had come home at the wrong time – but he has not, and she finds herself giving up on keeping silent, and settling for being as quiet as she can… Ray loses the fight too, as they push closer and closer to immediate satisfaction, that screams for release with every dive deep within her burning depths…
She reaches for his hand, flails until he gives it to her, and she holds on to him tightly, her grip almost painful as she – in the heat of the moment- directs his fingers to the sensitive skin of her breast, pressing his hand there against her skin tightly, lost in the sensation – so lost that she does not realize just how daring that move was… and won’t, not until later, much later….
but that is then, and this is now – and now they reach the summit together, plunging over the edge into the freefalling abyss of pure sensation, of a release that pulls cries from them both, unable to hold back at the very moment of ultimate satisfaction…
Afterwards:
Breathless, she clings to him, quaking under him, gasping for breath, her body thrumming with the sensations he brings so easily to her slender form.
Soon, they pull apart, and she twists to wrap her arms around him, holding tight until the trembling eases, and she can manage to breath somewhat normally again – enough to shyly tease that he was louder than she was. “Yold tou.”
Then, and only then, does she let him help her dress, and take her to dinner… and then to his home for a much more leisurely dessert…