Spike has tracery all over his arm now... I used a red sharpie marker and just followed the energy patterns, watching them evolve... for the most part, they follow the veins and muscles... but there are branchings and storage nodes, little knifepoints and odd angles, crossovers... it's beautiful. He has such pure energy patterns, and I could see them so clearly... quite worth seeing.

Grr - gonna drop by and see you, arriving via bus, and he'll be with me I suspect, to say hello and all... I want you to see the markings and... yeah. *grins* I want you to see his smile. I think it'll make you smile too.

I'm still looking forward to the game... but a little bit of me wants to just stay here, curled up between the Cub and Spike, being petted and watching the flow of things.

Everything here is so PURE, so open. It's all out there, all on the surface. Nothing hidden. Nothing... no shame, perhaps. Innocence in the most unlikely place... *grins* ...I've missed this. This is part of what I love about Rocky, the innocence of it all. It's pure. It's amazing. It's delicious.

I'm gonna go crawl under the covers and nap for a little bit longer... gonna text the Scott, let him know what's up. Gonna call over and make sure people are at Grr-house and that the visitingness is ok before we head out.

I like this one.

Not gonna tame him - I don't think I could. Not gonna own him - I don't think it would make sense. But... pretty. And fun. And happy.

I really am enjoying this. *smiles* It's helping, having this distraction... and the guys here haven't heard my "I miss Caleb" spiel enough yet to be irritated by it, which is nice. I can gripe about missing him all I want and I just get petted and distracted a bit. They cheer me up.

And hey, getting laid is good, yes?

I'm tempted to write up a very specific Unsent Letter but... nah. It'd be far too recognizable and the stuff I want to say, if I'm going to say it at all, should be SENT.

The why: the agreement that it's mutual pleasure, that the other people in the household should not be able to affect it in bad ways, etc. The knowledge that it is, to steal a phrase from the BDSM community, Safe, Sane, and Consensual.

This works out well... although I really would enjoy getting my paws on the Cub again, testing his limits, watching him quiver and hearing him moan... he is so open, when he is bound. It's really a wonder to see.

...and stuff.

I'm off to nap.

I feel... good. Content. Pleased. And the big and surprising one: stable.

Weird, neh?