WELL now.

That, I have to say, was an interesting evening. Blades and teasing. Tracing. Petting. Snuggles and bites - he bites the way most people dream, technicolor blurs of sensation and emotion and sharpness... beautifully done.

It's morning now. We slept. Woke up... fucked. Didn't during the night, we were trying to be... respectful? Something like that.

The cub asked me earlier tonight if I was bothered by the thought of training him for his Lady... I'm not. I've trained quite a few people. I'm not bothered by training him with her, either. Or even by training her for/with him - he's a sadistic side that I really think it would do him good to let out.

But I don't like having to sit by because she's still uncomfortable with it. Just tell me NO, for Daya's sake, until you're comfortable... not this halfway permission that only leaves me frustrated, leaves her frustrated, leaves him frustrated... ick. I do NOT like this part.

On the other paw, I DO like the part that got done this morning. I felt... satisfied. Filled. Something real was happening and although yeah, I want MORE, it's no longer the aching drive... I've got a bit of time before the next peak of need-hunger-arousal. Although it doesn't help that he looks and acts a hell of a lot like Spike. *grins*

I'm just gonna start calling him Spike now. Here, and IRL - he knows that I'm going to, he finds it somewhat amusing, and yes, he IS a Buffy fan. Although he apparently thinks Angel is... okish... *shudders* That pompous, spoiled, whining little brat? Geh. No.

I have tracings wrought on my back in black ink... so does he. He'd a tat, a hand-done one, that was fading... I traced over it, added to it, extended it, and he seems pleased with the results, which is good.

I'm stealing his computer to write this up, yes.

The cub and his Lady are still asleep. The satyr and the.. erm... Red... are still asleep. Only he and I and the cat are up, and I like it this way. I want to go play in the snow but it's all gone - it was snowing last night something heavy, and now... no snow.

Faded like... ehh, like snow.

No more metaphores, no more pretty words... right now I'm just interested in seeing if there's going to be coffee, in licking at his shoulders (he has the most amazing shoulders), and maybe in sleeping a bit more. Or reading. Or something else restful.

I just need to figure out how/when I am getting back, I need to be there in time for Game, yes. I want to play my ferret-character.

Does anyone know of a rune, kanji, sigil, whatever, for ferret? I really want to see it. *grins*

A week ago... hell, a day ago, Spike and I had talked and agreed that sex now would be... odd, or inappropriate, or something. Last night that changed rather abruptly and now that it's morning and I am awake, I think I need to figure out WHY. I have the feeling that WHY is an important question right now.

And I have those nifty tingly aftershocks still running through my clit.

Grr? THANK YOU.