Dark Side of the Moon
It was nearly dawn before they finally made it to bed. Wolf lay watching Virginia close the drapes against the gray-streaking sky. She crawled into bed next to her mate and Wolf felt more contented than he had in days. As Virginia settled herself against him, he suddenly turned and tenderly put his hand on her cheek. "I just realized..."
"What?"
He stroked her face. "You rescued me this time."
"I guess I did. Good for me!"
"I like it better the other way around."
She poked him in the ribs. "Sexist."
He gave her a puzzled look, which they both knew was a sham, as he understood perfectly what she meant. "Did you say 'sexy?' That's one of my good points, as someone recently informed me." She laughed. Then he grew serious. "You were very brave to come after me."
She scoffed. "I was terrified. You have no idea."
"But you came anyway. That's what makes you brave."
Wolf looked at the gray rectangle of the window and thought about the night, the park, the treacherous moon. Virginia studied his face, and softly asked, "So...is it all over now, until next full moon?"
"Yes." He heard her sigh with relief. "Almost..."
He'd let the velvet tone back into his voice. "Wolf...?"
"Mmmmm...?" He moved until he was leaning over her, gave her a lingering look, and then began to kiss softly down her throat. She lifted her chin, allowing his stubbly jaw to play over her neck, down to the hollow between her collarbones. He could feel her body awaken to his touch, her sleepiness vanquished by desire, and as Wolf rolled sideways to cover her body with his own Virginia willingly shifted too, so that he could slide her legs apart with one knee. One of his hands reached under her nightgown to cup her breast as he began to kiss her on the mouth.
The kiss was tender, probing but gentle. This time there was no frenzy or rush in Wolf's actions; he felt no need to hurry. Virginia was stroking his shoulders, his back, and when her fingers combed through his tail, he gasped inadvertently with the sensation, and ground himself against her.
"You are a vixen," he groaned hoarsely, as she pulled slightly at his tail. She giggled, amused by his words. Wolf flicked his tail out of her grasp, and slid down towards the foot of the bed. She took the opportunity to slowly remove her nightgown, teasing him with the gradual revelation of her luscious body. He rewarded her with a soft growl of appreciation for the show, then ran his hands down her legs and then up the insides of her thighs. He felt her shake as his fingers played over her stomach and then through her pubic hair. When his finger entered her, she made a little sound, a soft "oh!" that was more erotic to his ears than the loudest scream of pleasure.
Wolf kissed one perfect breast, and then the other, then nibbled and licked them, with no fear this time that his teeth could hurt her. He was aware of the growing ache of his own desire; his erection was beginning to throb, and his tail, stiffening, seemed to pulse along with his racing heartbeat. He drew himself up until his mouth found Virginia's again, and the sensation of her naked body sliding under his was almost unbearable. He panted into her neck and licked the delicate inner curve of her ear. Virginia twitched in response, and he wanted to laugh, to shout his joy that his touch was pleasing her.
Virginia reached down between them and slowly stroked him, her hand gently encircling, then pulling slightly at his erection. He moaned and growled and huffed impatiently, and in response her legs opened wider, and he let her guide him until with a single thrust he was buried deep inside her. The sensation was overwhelming. There was nothing like the feeling of being joined with her, his mate, his beloved Virginia, who truly loved him, no matter what he'd done, who was his forever.
And then they were rocking together, rubbing and thrusting and moving in concert. And the moon gave him a parting gift, for suddenly all of his senses expanded to their limits. He felt Virginia's skin, softer than the finest silk, yet it burned him like a thousand suns; colors that had never existed exploded before his eyes; his nose was filled with infinite variations of Virginia's scent, and he could hear her breath and his and the cub's heartbeat as they combined to form a perfect song of love and joy and ever after.
Afterwards they both seemed stunned by the intensity of their lovemaking, and they lay quietly in the bed watching the dawn. It had been a long, arduous night, and it had ended as it had begun, in passion.
But Virginia was not quite ready for sleep.
"Wolf?"
"Mmm?"
"I have to know."
"What?" His eyes flicked open.
She sat up and looked at him. "Back in prison --"
Uh oh. What was coming? "Um, yes?"
"When you took that sleeping potion and were up on that parapet --" a glimmer of amusement played on her lips "-- what exactly we're you singing?"
"Oh." He sat up against the headboard and looked at her, relieved that her question had avoided other uncomfortable issues concerning his imprisonment. "Just a little wolfie song. We all know it."
"I'm waiting..."
He cleared his throat and began to sing, in a lusty and slightly off-key voice,
"100 tasty and succulent sheep,
100 bundles of fleece --
If while you are dining, one happens to bleat,
99 sheepies are left now to eat!
99 tasty and succulent sheep,
99 bundles of fleece --
If while you are dining, one happens to bleat,
98 sheepies are left now to eat!
98 - "
By the time he reached 90, her stomach hurt from laughing.
By 85 she had started hitting him with her pillow.
By 80 she was singing with him.
And the day began.
The End.