[Marni] 123 Not me!
[Ray Ostermann] They were trying, always trying to find new ways to feel like a pair of lovers and less like a chained down set of parents, and in their scheming and brainstorming a very common idea formed, not common in the sense that it was a weak idea, but common in that it was so effective many people did it. A date day, or night, or weekend if they felt particularly needy, a time where they could get away and just be the two of them. Leaving their lively little Indy with their helper.
Tonight was one of those nights, the pair had absconded out of the city, fleeing beyond its artificial borders with Ray’s car and a basket of edible delights, sandwiches, fruits, vegetables wrapped individually to keep the ants away. And so they had found a nice clearing in one of the reserves wooded spots and had set out a large blanket on which to sit…it was almost a sight out of the fifties…if it weren’t for new car sitting not far from their location.
[Marni] The parenting gig was a weird thing – much as they loved Indy, they had to fight and work to keep feeling like acouple too. They had so many things [and people] against their relationship, that it seemed they fought to keep it real just that much harder, that much longer. They fit together, and wanted Indy’s memories to include his happy family for as long as they can.
So it is, Ray mentioned a picnic, and Marni was all for it – which leads them to the here and now, where they’re spreading the blanket and she’s emptying the basket. She lifts her face to the sky and breathes deeply – even a street rat needs to breath the fresh, untainted by concrete air every once in a while.
“This… this was an excellent fuckin idea…” Said with a grin.
[Ray Ostermann] With the basket emptied and the blanket laid out Ray had found himself a comfortable place to lay upon it, his own face looking up at the sky as well as he took a deep breath and let out a long pleasant sigh, contented for now to be out here, with Marni, finding a place for them, and a way for them to continue to be them..and not just two separate people living a lie.
“It is nice isn’t it? I think the last time I had a picnic was when I was with my parents…as a boy.” He chuckles, warm and pleasant as he puts his hands behind his head, forming something of a pillow as he looks over at his ‘street rat’ who he had given fine clothing and a finer place to live too. She was probably the most upscale Bone Gnawer in all of the city at this point, something he wasn’t entirely sure how she felt about.
“Though next time you pick the location you know…this is how it works.”
[Marni] She laughs, easily, as she looks him over, all stretched out and relaxed, this man who’s given her a fine life, with fine clothing, and all things that point to her tossing away the street rat persona… though she can never do that, it’s as much a part of her as her curls. She still prefers jeans and t-shirts, and stealing his ties, and her beat up boots, and well traveled jacket and pack… today though, she is with him, and the shorts are in good condition, the t-shirt new, and flip flops easily kicked off and to the side to leave her barefoot and comfortable.
Shes the best dressed streetrat in town.
“Yeah, I know. One of these days I’ll build you a cardboard palace and treat you like an Alley King…” A standard joke, as Ray swears he’ll never sleep in her alleyways… unless there’s no other option, ever.
[Ray Ostermann] There is the roll of his eyes, a natural and regular reaction she would note by now when it comes to that joke, but it still holds that look of mirth, that feeling that he really does take it as a joke, and not as an insult or something that angers him. He reaches over and swat’s at her hip gently a smile crossing his lips as he shook his head.
“Of course, with all the finest of pizza left overs from the very best of the cities dumpsters no doubt.” He says with a subtle laugh behind the voice. “How could a man refuse.”
[Marni] He swats her, and she dimples into a mischievous grin. “Few men would. That’s why I have to beat them off with a stick…” Of curse, that was always more to do with her simple delight in having sex and her openness about it, but that’s beside the point.
She stretches out next to him, fitting her body to his, tucking her head against his shoulder with a little wiggle and content sigh. “You’d be still so shaken from riding the trains you’d welcome a comfortable palace – cardboard or not.” She grins, he can feel it, hear it in her voice. She knows he’s always worried about her daredevil nature, and she has tried to keep it to a minimum since getting knocked up, but she teases him about it anyway.
[Ray Ostermann] Ray raised a brow at her mention of riding the trains and shook his head with certainty. “No….no I don’t think I would. I would forgo the traditional manner of hobo travel and stick to the streets thank you very much.” An arm folds around Marni as he says it and he looks over, finding their faces so very close together. “Carboard palace or not.” A wink is given then, one brown eye holding so much jest in it before he turned away, his face to the sky once more.
“I could only imagine what I will feel when you begin to teach Indy about such modes of transportation.”
[Marni] She laughs softly, and stretches to press a kiss against his neck. “Aw, what if I promise to take you on a slow train?” Granted, all of the trains here in Chicago are slower than the subways she grew up riding, but that doesn’t make it any less fun, specially when she’s introducing some of the more adventurous friends around town. She’s taken Adara, Derek… anyone who wants to go. Soon she’ll have a whole posse to ride with, just like home…
She chuckles again, as he admits in that simple sentense that he won’t be able to stop her teaching Indy… and with a warm promise in her voice, teases… “Oh, I won’t start that until he’s at least two…”
[Ray Ostermann] Ray laughs as she says she will start at two and shakes his head as he looks over at her again with a rueful look. “To be honest I’m surprised you haven’t strapped him to your back in one of those baby carrier’s and started in on it already, getting him used to the feeling of it all.” Its a joke, but at the same time a hint of seriousness slips into his words.
“What other things do you plan on teaching him that I have no control over hmmm?” His voice is quizzical as he turns his face towards hers once more, looking into her eyes with curiosity now. Expecting some truly horrible response.
[Marni] She just does her best to look innocent, that such an idea had not even occurred to her, to strap Indy to her and take him riding at so young an age. She knows it would make him far too nervous, and so she shakes her head. “Nah, I have taken him IN the trains, but I won’t take him riding yet.” For his father’s sake, if not his own.
Then she laughs, softly at the question. “He’ll be true. we know that. I’m gonna have t’teach him the streets, much as I’d like him t’grow up fuckin’ fancy like you, he’ll need t’be gutter trash too. But he’ll have an advantage – he’ll be able t’integrate with all types, since he can learn finer things in life from you, and survival street style from me.”
Indy’ll be ok. He’ll be a True born star. She’s sure of it.
[Ray Ostermann] “That will be a blessing won’t it. He’ll do it seemlessly too, not like you or I where we play at it. He will know exactly what it takes, and it will…hopefully be natural to him.” Ray seems to imagine that, as problematic as having a newborn was, Marni had noticed how Ray liked to imagine such things, as if he were imagining the dividends on an investment coming to frutition…and paying off big.
He blinks though suddenly uncertain about something. “Are you sure that he will be trueborn? How do you know?” He asks, this being something the man did not know about. “I mean….I have no breeding, the chances are about as low as they get.”
[Marni] She smiles as Ray imagines – he knows how to dream big, this man she has hitched her life too, this man who makes her feel like she’s the only woman in the world, despite the fact he was the biggest playboy of the city just a year ago… He sees advantages where she often misses them, and is patient with her as she fights to learn and understand his world, playing at what seems natural to him until it comes natural to her.
She lifts up to rest her head on her hand so she can look at him, her fingers sliding along his chest, drawing little patterns absently. “Remember, when he was a week old, I took him into the Caern? I met with Owen there, an’ there’s a rite that kin be done to help protect a young kin, so if somethin happens, folks kin find him, an’ know he’s of the Nation. Part of it, too, is t’see if he was born True.”
She arches a brow and grins. “Like ya could do anythin’ halfway, luv.. he’s True. Born smackdab in th’ Crecent Moon. He’ll be a Theurge, an’ I wager, a fuckin’ fantastic one, since he’s got yer brains an’ my street smarts. He’ll be somethin’, our Indy, one they’ll sing songs about for a long time.”
[Ray Ostermann] The fact that his sone was indeed a Trueborn seems to hit Ray and he sits upright in that moment, the look on his face however is a conflicted one. He sits there silently for a few moments, considering this new information before at last he lays back down his face quite serious.
“I….honestly hadn’t even considered that to be a real possibility.” He says quietly.
[Marni] He sits up, and she adjusts herself so that she isn’t toppled over when he does. She gives him the time he seems to need to adjust to this. Not only is there a possibility he could lose Marni to the war… now he has to worry about losing his son too. Had he been Kin, it would be less of a chance, with their lack of breeding he could go unnoticed for a long time. But now… well.
When he lays back down, and quietly admits that he hadn’t considered it, she rests her hand above his heart, and nods. “I know. I hoped he would be like ya, I did. But I swear I’ll teach him how t’survive. Everything I know, so he’ll grow t’be an old Papa, an’ be around for a long damn time. I ain’t gonna let th’Nation take him from ya, from us.”
[Ray Ostermann] “You and I both know that the chances are slim of that.” He says with a quiet voice, an almost sad voice before he draws a deep breath and lets it out. “But…I know you will do your very best, I will do the same, every weapon we can possibly give him is no longer a choice….it is a necessity.”
His face hardens a bit, knowing that it was very…very unlikely that his son would outlive him, would build a dynasty on what he had started…no it was more likely that the child would die a bloody and brutal death fighting a nightmarish enemy….but that was the hand he had been dealt, the fate that had been given, and Ray would just have to do what he could with it.
[Marni] “Slim, but not impossible.” The sadness in his voice breaks her heart, and she lays her head down against his chest again with a soft sigh. She wanted to give him a son that would carry on his name, with his smarts and her tenacity – and he will, but now not the way they had hoped. Most Trueborn hope for the same in their children, but it is a double edged sword..
She slides her hand in a caress along his chest, and sighs. “Lightenin rarely strikes twice like this, ya know.” Any siblings will likely be Kin, and she is offering him his dynasty, whenever he’s ready, whenever they’re ready.
[Ray Ostermann] “Rarely…” Ray echo’s her word, as if imagining it happening again, and perhaps again depending on how many times they tried, but the look on his face showed a rallying effort, an attempt to get himself back into good spirits once more as his eyes looked sideway and found her.
“You’ve still got a good while before we will be trying that again.” He says with a chuckle. “As much as I think you look just lovely with a big round belly…I rather say I still enjoy being able to pick you up in the shower.”
[Marni] She watches him try to work through it. The odds of it happening once were against them, and yet here they are. But twice? Even she would bet it impossible. And then… he rallies, and she snorts and shifts her position to nip at his neck, playfully.
“You saying I was fat?! Ray Ostermann! You swore I didn’t look like an absolute cow… did you lie to me?!” She’s teasing, of course, and they both know even at her largest he could still pick her up – it was just.. awkward around that belly. It is certainly easier now without it in the way..
[Ray Ostermann] She put on her anger, that mock anger she enjoyed using in an effort to set him off balance Ray for his part rose to the bait, but not how she might expect him too. A smirk crossed the man’s features as if daring her to bite him again.
“Absolute? No certainly not.” It was the unspoken words that were the tease, an absolute cow, certainly not, cow…well… The kinsman laughs a little as he braces himself for an attack, friendly or not.
[Marni] Oh and bite him again, she does… harder this time, though it’s still clearly playful, even as she rolls atop him, captures his hands and holds them to the ground so that she has free reign to nip and bite whatever she wants, whatever’s in reach. His neck, along his collar bone, along his jawline.. varying pressure so that he never knows when the sharpness of her teeth will mark, or simply tease…
“Better be careful boy… out here no one can hear you scream….” She growls it against his throat, the sound rumbling through her chest, playfully still,clearly so – but sounds like that are simply… not human – as much as the very warm body atop his, is… in this form, at least.
[Ray Ostermann] She pins him down, puts him at her mercy, and begins to take advantage of him with those teeth marking and teasing as she chose too. She speaks in that tone, and then the growl rattles through her throat, revealing her nature in a way that is more profound and obvious then any other way save shifting before him.
It had a marked effect upon him, it was a rare thing for Ray to act in any sort of submissive way, it just wasn’t who he was…but sometimes Marni’s beast just spoke to him, spoke through his mind to the animal that slept deep inside, and the man had no choice but to respond in kind. She felt him harden beneath him as he stretched out his neck and let out a shiver.
“Your into screaming now are you?” He asks breathily, even as he manages a smirk despite his body.
[Marni] He hardens beneathe her hips, and she smiles against his neck, hungry – as always – for him. She continues to tease his neck, and curls her hips against his, teasing him with the hints of whats to come, even as she presses his hands down in a clear command to keep them there, and slides her fingers along his arms, to his chest, to work on baring more skin to her whims…
She nips and teases along his chest as hands spread his shirt open, nipping at a nipple, teasing with tongue and teeth as she all but purrs at him…
“You’d be surprised what I could be into, Mr. Ostermann..”
[Ray Ostermann] She was doing something right tonight, something more then what the man was used to. He responded as she desired, his hands remained firmly upon the ground as if they were held there by irons bolted to the ground. His voice became horse as she ground slowly down against him his back arching ever so slightly as his hips moved in kind.
She purrs her seductive and world altering words and Ray peered down into her face as he breathed deeply. “Just…where did this come from?” He asks as he manages a smile. “Here I had thought I was the one who used the toys in the box…not the other way around.”
[Marni] She always does something right – but tonight, she takes total control, which she usually allows him to have, to do. She chuckles at his question, his reminder of the toy box… “Maybe I simply decided it was time someone uses the toys on you… you know that’s what you’ve wanted, why you choose Garou lovers… always hoping….”
As she speaks, she slides down along his body, teasing nipping and biting at his skin, his chest, working her way ever lower.. until she’s leaving a possessive mark against his hip bone, fingers working the fastenings of his pants free…
[Ray Ostermann] She calls him out even as she continues to take control, to wrap him tighter and tighter around her finger. She bet’s that like most kin, Ray wanted this, that deep down inside something wanted to be dominated and used like one might imagine it in the wild….and as he shudders it would seem that theory holds true even in Ray’s case.
She teases him as she leaves a trail of bites down his torso and as her teeth sink into his hip he cries out in pain…but in pleasure as well. The welt that would surely last several days, marking him far more openly then she would normally do so left behind. She goes for his pants, and the motions of his body, the rock of his hips, and the look in his eyes seems to be saying….do it.
[Marni] She knows she’s right… she has seen the signs, has been around enough to note them, to tuck away the knowledge until there as something she wanted him to forget, some need to tie him to her, to know that she’s still committed to him, to their relationship, 100%. She could leave, she could run away, she could live the streets and do whatever she wants while he’s left to raise their child – its what so many garou do…
But she chooses to stay, to give him what he wants. Even in this, as his breath quickens and he cries out and he begs with a shudder he can’t control… he wants this. And she gives him what he wants, what he needs…
She unfastens his pants, and slides them down and away, leaving him bare to her wishes, her desires. She then starts at his ankles, and works her way upwards, teasing and nipping and kissing her way up along his inner thigh, but stopping short of her goal… only to repeat the same along his other leg… She drags her teeth along his upper thigh, avoiding touching his hardened length for so long he may think she’ll never give in… until she flicks the tip of her tongue against sensitive head, and looks up at him with those dark, shining eyes….
“Tell me what you want…”
[Ray Ostermann] “Fuck me….use me!” The words are strong. They are definite and all encompassing. Ray was a strong man, a man with a good head on his shoulders and one that was used to getting his way. In this he would, but not with any control over the matter. She had teased him, tortured him for a long, long while, playing on each sensitive spot that only a longtime lover could know about, and she used each and every one ruthlessly now.
It drove him to the edge without sex even being necessary, the scent of her, the feel of her, the act of being had in that way doing it for him, even if it might not normally work. Ray was a different beast tonight, just as Marni was as well. At least…for a little while.
[Marni] She smiles… a hungry, predatory smile, and pulls away to peel off her clothing, and toss it aside. She returns to him, and arches a brow slightly. “Don’t move.” a beat. “And don’t cum until I tell you too.” A command she’s bound to make very, very difficult for him to obey…
She leans over him, pressing a kiss against his belly, her full breasts brushing against his length as she arches her back to slide against him, before she moves downwards again, and drags her tongue along his length, achingly slow. She teases her tongue around the head, pressing into sensitive underside, before she slides farther down again to tease and lift his balls, and then farther still, until she moistens presses a finger against him, teasing his ass, with gentle insistence…
And slides a finger in just as she finally takes his length into her mouth, deep into her throat.. overwhelming the senses intentionally….
[Ray Ostermann] Ray had not anticipated this, he had not expected her to take the ‘fuck me’ quite so literally. But here, now, with Marni’s throat enclosing his entirety and her finger deep within him as well the man shuddered and gritted his teeth as he used every trick he had ever learned to keep himself from cumming. Marni cannot taste it, but she can imagine it from the look on his face and the wild motions of his body. But it does not happen, he does exactly what she told him to…he would not cum without her say so…or at least would try very…very hard not too.
“Fuck…..fuck Marni.” He says looking down at her as he tries to keep still, tries to do everything she told him even as his body and his subconcious told him to do otherwise, to own this rather then simply be part of it.
[Marni] She smiles around him, her finger stroking deep inside, finding that sweet spot against his prostate, adding to the sensations as she moves her mouth and tongue along his length, using every trick she knows to make him cum, even though she told him not too. She’s driving him mad, and she knows it…. reading the reactions easily in the form she knows so well….
She watches his face, she watches the way muscles clench and body aches, and she pushes him farther still, moaning deep in her throat so that it vibrates against him, working every trick she knows to make him cum…
Knowing full well he’ll get her back, later.
[Ray Ostermann] She can read him like a good book, she can piece together the intricacies of his thoughts, of his state from the look of his eyes, the line of his jaw, and how regularly his muscles clench, the story she reads now is one of the hero fighting a losing battle. For all Ray’s skill in the bedroom, all his ability as a playboy and a lover, he was not prepared for this whole package, from the initial pinning, to the marking of his hip, and at last to the finger that now pushed and rubbed within him as her mouth claimed the length of him, as if she were trying to swallow him whole.
“No……..no fuck…..NO.” Many might take this as a sign to stop, that something has happened to make Ray uncomfortable or in pain. But the tone in his voice, and the look on his face told only of the battle that Ray was slowly losing, the no’s simply one last way the man was trying to will himself not to cum, even as his body demand he do so.
[Marni] He is not telling her no, not telling her to stop. She knows he is merely trying to comply to her wishes, fighting to stay himself from cumming when every muscle in his body demands that he do so, that she’s driving him mad, that he can’ hold back any longer…
She merely intensifies her efforts, slipping her mouth from his length only to slide along his balls, then farther so that she can make sure her finger is moistened, that she’s not hurting him, and then… ever so gently… ads a second finger, just as she takes him into her mouth again… growling softly against his skin, her entire being bent on making it impossible to do as she asked…
knowing his release will be all the more intense and fullfilling for the little rebellion, the inability to stop, the inability to do what she said, while knowing she wants to taste him, to have him fillher mouth, coat her throat, let go…
her free hand slides along the mark on his hip, the smooth skin of his belly, and farther up to tweak his nipple, adding just that much more sensation to overload his system…
[Ray Ostermann] It was indeed a futile task, an insurmountable goal that she had put before him. Ray’s body tensed in a way Marni had never had the pleasure of witnessing, felt it in her caresses of his flesh. She had driven him to intense and complete ecstasy before, but it seemed that there was still yet higher levels. The man’s eyes became unfocused and huge. The iris’ themselves wide as if he were high, lost to the pleasure.
She well and truly fucks her kinsman as Ray’s back arches, almost pushing the mans body clear off the ground as he lets out one long continues “Nooooooooo…” His mind fights on and his body givens in to the inevitable and she gets that first taste of his cum that practically roars from his body, so enthralled is the man in her grasp.
He shudders in completion….even as he knows he has failed….which was exactly what she had wanted.
[Marni] noooo, he says, and she all but purrs the opposite as she takes him deep in her throat, watching him as his length jerks against the muscles of her throat, cumming at last as she slows her rhythm and continues to move until she has swallowed every offered drop…
She eases her fingers from inside him, gives his length a last kiss and lick, before she moves up his body, straddling his hips, sliding her wet heat along his length as she leans down to kiss him, possessively, filled with intensity and desire.
Even as she contemplates his eventual punishment for failing so deliciously…
[Ray Ostermann] It takes several moments where Ray is largely a trembling mass of skin and muscles. He lays there and moans further as she slides the wet eager slickness of her own sex against him, as if he instinctively anticipates that final, inevitable destination. At this moment the man cannot imagine, or even think about the possibility of punishment his mind so full of pleasurable sensations.
Eventually his eyes open once more and Ray breaths out Marni’s name, and only then does he realize he failed. “Damn.”
[Marni] Her eyes sparkle with mischief, loving the way he breathes her name, and watching as realization slides across her face – and she laughs softly, bending to kiss him again. “Indeed. I will have to take time to consider your punishment…”
She’s teasing him, and it’s obvious, even as she slides her hips against him in a slow, heated tease… shivering with delight as she teases herself as much as him…
“In the meantime…” she leaves it open for him to fill in the blanks, however he wants…
[Marni] [pause!