Moments of Insanity?

Silent · Silent Howls

Moments of Insanity?

Mary Jane · Stripped T-R-O-U-B-L-E

Empty bottles were leaning against one another looking like they belonged in a you-tube video about 'when liquor bottles go bad' or something or other. Or perhaps that was simply Jane's thought process for the moment. Hands ran down her face as she breathed in the scent of her skin. Sunflowers and soap. Her phone beeped at her from its place on the bed. Jane moved with that lazy cat like grace to reach for it. Extending her hand backwards and down the side of the bed before she wrapped the slim black cell. Finger was used to flip open the top. A voicemail. Dialing in, she checked the messages. who the fuck ever was this Llydia Chapman, and why the hell did they have business together? Jane didn't know, so she erased the message.

Ash hadn't called, which was fine. Jane never really worried about the man. she didn't get frantic and call the cops cause he went off on his little solo missions. Hell, Jane was a cop. Ash was his own man. Besides; somehow she knew their lives were intertwined. He'd come back when he was good and ready. If not, Jane's life had a way of crashing with His. No need to go ballistic.

Lashes were falling over her Aztec golds. Behind her lashes she was seeing that woman's face again. who the fuck was she? why the hell was she there that night? Jane had to many questions. There was just too much banging. Banging? Head turned as she stared at her door. Who ever the fuck was banging on her door was going to be greeted with a size eight an a half boot up their ass. Jane was mumbling something under her breath. Pushing the covers off her legs she called out to the door.

"COMIN! God damn it!"

Damn these Italians. Didn't know when to leave her the fuck alone.

Barefeet hit the floor. Her walk was like her animal counterpart. All liquid grace. Her hips moved within the tiny black lacy underwear. The ends of her ass peeking from under the hem. Upper body in nothing but a black loose fitting wife beater. Bare hand with only her nails painted in tiger print reached for the door. Pulling it open, the small wind blew back the mess of brunette hair from her face. It only took Jane a second to realize it was Silent. The next second Silent's lips were on her own. It was something completely from L word. That kiss.
When it was over, Jane didn't know what to do. Her arm finally moved to pet down Silent's dread locked hair.

"Well that ain't what Ah was thinkin' 'bout a make-up session. Silent, Ah... look hun, what's ah matta?"

Jane and Silent had only shared one kiss. That was the night she had brought over the green fairy. One time, it was also the night she guessed Silent and Ash had done the bump and grind and Ash just up and dumped her for the swamp wolf. Served Jane right. Leaving him for Lani and everything. Their relationship was all kinds of fucked up. Didn't matter. She loved Ash. Jane could admit now, that she loved him. But that love was for a best friend. He was a huge part of her life. A man who she could kiss and hug and tease and be with when she needed it. They used each other, and she was good with that. Because that was Jane and that was Ash. And it was fine.

Jane moved Silent's hands from her face as she pressed her lips to the woman's forehead.

"Come on Sil, Ah think ya needa bath."

Her arm looped around Silent's waist and dragged the woman to the bed. Her foot extending to shut the door. Setting Sil on the bed, Jane did the job of pushing the jacket off her friend's shoulders. The bottles falling to the floor, but the fall wasn't enough to shatter them. Well that was good, cause there was some wild turkey there with the evan. Gathering the bottles and removing the one from Silent's hand, Jane placed them on the counter. She headed to the bathroom after that, flicking on the light and messing with the shower curtain as she got the tub ready. It was a nice sized tub, big enough for a person. Two people would be too cramped. The hot water knob was turned, and she plugged up the tub to let it fill. Just to be sweet she added some of those bubble things the hotels always give. Sure it was shampoo but hey it smelled nice. Letting the tub fill, she would come back to Silent. Hands on her hips staring at the swamp wolf.

"Ya wanna get undressed yaself or have me do it?"

Silent · Silent Howls

She sat on the bed. And she stared. Stared at nothing...And everything. Stared at the bottle of Evan that still swished back and forth in its glass prison. Where the hell had that kiss come from? Had she been that lost? Would she tell Jane that she was being used in that moment? No.She would never do that to her friend. So she kept silent..And stared at the bottle some more.

It wasn't that she worried about him..No that was always a constant. He was the hero of her story. Or more like the Anti-hero. Always having to kill and save the innocents in the world dropped in his lap. No she wasn't about to go postal cause he disappeared..Cause she felt him...He was her mate after all. She knew he needed his time...And she was willing to give him it. It would be the moment when it didn't hurt to not have him at her side..The moment she couldn't feel him..That would be the day...The day the world would end.

Jane's voice would bring Silent from her thinking. She couldn't help but laugh.Laugh cause it seemed to be one of the only cures for a awkward situation...And that's what some would consider this .A kiss shared between two women...Women who had shared many things...At least lately. She would snort some and knock the bottle she had been watching rock back and forth.

"Yea no shit...Wasn't mine eighter. But hey it was better then another broken nose."

She would peek up and threw those not so colorful dreadlocks. Tri colored hues stare up at those Aztec gold. A half grin pulling at her lips.Well she wanted to push out the memories...Memories that she could still feel. All to vivid ones. And Silent looked down at the cell phone at the ground...It was ringing again...Silent was tempted to throw it. Especially when THAT number popped up on the screen. 'what's a matta'

"Where do I start with what's a matta? "

Bending down she would snag up the bottle and would bring it to her lips..Chasing away the taste...Chasing away the taste of blood in her mouth...Letting that sting remind her she's still alive. Blood? Not from the kiss. More like from the constant lip chewing she had been doing on her bottom lip..How she hadn't chewed it right off was beyond her. Sip.Burn. Sip. Burn...Oh it was bitter sweet...Comforting.

More memories. Damn these things...Why couldn't she be the one who forgot? How could anyone forget him? Reaching for her jacket she would pull out the black case of small cigarettes. Placing one of those black sticks between her lips...Inhale. It felt good .Breath. Memories. Memories that made her want to scream as she laid back on the bed one hand resting on her stomach.This time they were of the night she became Lupa. She would snort some. Back then it was something. It was a spot of being equal to him. Not some meaningless title that people believed it was. Now it was one that was given to his girlfriend...Well that redheaded whore could of been Lupa.

"Fuck"

She would take another sip...Another drag of the clove. Pushing thoughts of that woman out of her mind. Sip..Smoke..Sip...Smoke. It felt almost human. Somewhere in the back ground she could hear water running..Why was their water running? Hell if Silent knew..She could smell the metal ting of the water...She could feel the warmth of the steam already against her face. She could smell Jane..Feel the confusion of the tiger within the woman.Jane walked back into the room...And Silent watched. Watched the way she moved. So graceful...She never understood the grace that tigers had...Especially having seen them in their true form...That half smile would pull at her lip again. Jane spoke. Said something...

But she didn't hear it. No she stared at the tigers lips. She had just kissed them. Run her tongue over her own lips.As if testing her lips..Did she really kiss her? Silent remembered that they had kissed once along time ago.Back when things were more simple .Silent once held so much love for Jane. Thought the sun set on her ass and the moon rose on Ashes. More memories...Memories of the silent pain she felt after their fight...Those wounds that never healed.

She hated that. She smelled something sweet. Shampoo? Bubble bath? She didn't know. Just the next moment she was being told that she could get undressed...Or be undressed...Following Jane she really didn't think much of it..Being naked was just another state...Hell her most comfortable one. She couldn't count the times she was told to put on some clothes when in Salem. Boots were the first to go followed by the rest of the crap she wore.

There was nothing..Not in Silent's mind. Sexual about any of this..Well save the kiss.

" If I said you..Would you of?"

She would laugh. Laugh and drink from the bottle that she had once again retrieved. Drink, Remove shirt. Drink. Smoke. Remove pants...Drink smoke drink smoke drink smoke. Sting. Drink. Burn. Drink. Step into the tub..Drink. Drink. Drink. If only she could be drunk enough to just let everything go. Have another...No she had another. One who knew her deepest darkest secrets...

This time memories weren't filled with laughter. Weren't filled with the blue eyed devil who held her heart for ransom. No it was of a blond vampire. Her Billy Idol. Azrael. She would lean her head against Jane. Her thoughts going from one place to another. He was one person who knew Everything. Things that Tino would never know. He knew the scared little girl who still hid under the bed in Tennessee. Dark lashes would fall against freckled cheeks. He had been the one to strip her naked even when she was fully clothed. A deep breath would be taken.

"How do you fix something that's broken Jane?"

Mary Jane · Stripped T-R-O-U-B-L-E

Arms crossed over her chest as she stared at Silent undressing. Head tilted to the side as she stared with those unmoving Aztec hues of hers. "Yah." She would have undressed Silent if that's what she wanted. There was nothing sexual about the whole thing. In fact, Jane treated her as just another lycanthrope. If there was or had been any sexual feeling towards Silent, there wasn't anymore.

Right now she saw her as a friend in need. Whatever was going on in Silent's mind, Jane was not privy to know. Not till her friend shared. One arm looped around Silent's waist to walk her to the tub and then help her into the near steaming hot water. The bubbles almost over flowing the tub when Silent was in it. Jane messed with the knobs to turn off the water. Pulling a chair from the mini table into the bathroom. Catching Silent's question one shoulder rose.

"Ah dunno, Sil. Ah kinda try ta avoid breakin' shit. Course supa glue always worked fo me."

That was Jane's version of humor. Clean humor. Mostly her jokes were dirty enough to make a priest faint. Legs slipped next to Silent's head, to caress the side of her body. This bathroom was so weird, to Jane anyway. Maybe it was a European thing. The white tub sat against the right wall, long ways. The sink next to it and the toilet a little further down the wall. It was convenient sure. Just not what Janey was used to.

Hands brushed down the dread locked hair. Giving Silent the comfort of another lycanthrope.

"What's broken, ya can't fix?"

She'd ask, cause there was no other question to ask. How is the weather didn't seem what Silent was thinking about.