One Way to Say Thank You. [Open to West]

The Bitch Wolf · Big Bad Bitch

One Way to Say Thank You. [Open to West]

West Larkson · Amber Eyed Cowboy

Tired the southern gent was and he had been fixin' to hit the hay soon. His plans for bed had been put on hold when a call had come in for him to meet up back at the office. It seemed a dog needed to be put down, it was old and had needed a slow pain less entrance in to slumber land after having wrestled with some sorta' creature. The woman had been frantic when she called West and he could not remember what it had been that had attacked and nearly killed the dog. So with a heavy heart West had enter his small practice office and went about preparing the needle that would succumb the dog to eternal bliss.

A shame it was that he hadn't been able to do anything else for the mutt. It had several lacerations and the pain rolled off of it in waves. The only humane thing in the end had been to deliver him on to the next life. It had hurt the cowboy to put the dog down being that his wolf seemed to have a kinship for four legged animals especially dogs. Still the dirty deed had been done and now West headed home really feeling his years for the first time in a long time. Those Amber eyes of his bled a rich yellow and his calloused hands were stained with the blood of the mongrel. Dressed in blue jeans, a white lab coat and flannel beneath he trudged with heavy boots up the stairs leading back to the door in which the man called home. A haven it was and as he entered the pack house he felt the immediate comfort that often filled any of the pack. It made the red wolf sing out a call to any of it's clan that may be up. A sad and rejoicing call all mixed in to one. The coat was pulled from his wide shoulders then tossed along a coat rack then up the stairs he went not halting in his progress till he reached Loke's door.

Pausing there he stared at the door it was like a wall put up to keep the gent out. Every inch of him itched to throw it aside and find so lance in the arms of the woman who some how unknown had opened a new door in him. Touched a part long thought dead. His forehead fell to press along the hardness of the wood. Hand came up to trace finger tips along it, they circled then dropped to meet the door knob. West found himself torn between the want to open it and the need to flee from it all the same. Her name slipped from his lips like a wanton whisper and ended as he pushed from the door and headed down and after finding his own door the cowboy pushed in and quickly shut the door behind him.

Her scent was in his room and it caused the southern gent to turn in a circle as he tried to place her. To his dismay he realized she was longer in it. It was a sweet smell that had lingered long after she had left and it was one that filled him with a instant longing. He needed a shower and made for the small bathroom but something caught his attention so he turned to pick up the object. West took a seat on his bed placing the square object on his lap. He instantly found the message and could not help but trace a finger over the writing. It brought a warm smile to his lips and under his breath he said.

"Yer very welcome me angel".

With careful hands he unwrapped it and looked down to the master piece. One that clearly flowed from the very talented woman's heart. It was a beautiful sight and one he hadn't seen for so very long. It practically stole the man's breath away. Sighing with content he rose to his feet and went about hanging it over his bed. Sadly the islands had been destroyed but as long as one such as Loke held it alive and shared it with that ever lasting stroke of her brush it would live long and prosper in hearts forever.

West stared at it for what seemed hours before a scratch to his door caused him to turn away and with a quick jerk he pulled the door a side expecting to see a feisty fiery woman whom passed a black wolf but instead he was granted a visit from the next best thing, her canine. Puppy.

"Well now I reckon it's a'right with me if ya' come in for a spell. Help yer self to me bed for now cause I'm fixin' to take a shower".

When the pup entered his room he shut the door then bent to scratch it's head.

"Yer gonna have her worried about ya'. I would nae stay to long if I were ya'".

Shaking his head West headed in to the shower groaning quietly beneath his breath as the heat of the water washed along his back.

The Bitch Wolf · Big Bad Bitch

Amber eyes lifted as she heard the door close downstairs and she felt the rejoice of West's wolf like a sudden blazing beacon of fire being lit within her. She closed her eyes for a moment allowing her black bitch to listen, although she didn't join the song. She sat against the frame of her bed and strained to hear his footfalls. She could hear the thump thump thump of his boots as he climbed the stairs and the squeak of the floorboards as he moved toward her door. Her breath caught in her throat for a moment as she stared at the door as if she could see right through it. The sound of his breathing and oh god, his scent was drifting through the cracks at the side of the door.   She came off her bed quietly with something beyond stealth and crept to the door.

A hand came up and set against the wood of the door as she pressed her own forehead to the door listening. She heard his fingers on the doorknob and her name, suddenly her heart was throbbing as if she was having some kind of attack. When he pushed away from the door her hand spread palm down against it before her head tilted and she pressed her ear to the door crack. She heard his door open and almost laughed at herself. Acting like a love struck teenager. She pushed away from the door and met Puppy's accusing eyes. She openned her door barily enough for him to leave the room before she closed it again.

She moved back to her bed, still straining to hear him a few doors down, amber eyes turned to stare at the blank wall, the laptop she had been working on completely forgotten. She stared at the wall as she heard him speaking to Puppy.   Eyes turned back to her door and quickly she was moving.

She was out the door and down the stairs in a flash, landing on the balls of her feet at the bottom of the stairs after taking them about four at a time. She moved quickly to the kitchen. Eager for the moment. The prep time was quick since the food was already cooked, all she had to do was throw it in the microwave for a minute or so. Hopefully he would take his time in the shower.   She piled the plate with food, two chicken legs, a nice 8 oz piece of grilled steak, baked potatoe and for color only, some brocolli, and two pieces of pineapple. She turned with the plate in hand, and then moved back to the fridge and snagged a bottle of water off the door before hoofing it shut.   A fork too, she turned back to get that, and a knife.

With a shit eatting grin on her face she was back up the stairs, but this time sneaking yet again.   The sound of the shower still reached her ears as she crept down the hallway to West's room.   Puppy looked up at her from his sprawl on West's bed. Seriously the dog thought he owned the house at times. For a moment she was jealous, but that passed within seconds. Setting the food on his dresser and the fork, knife and bottle of water next to it she clicked her teeth to Puppy who with a woof lept off the bed. She grinned and led the dog out of West's room heading back to her own.   She stolled in feeling damn good about herself before tossing herself back on her bed.   Moving her legs off the side of the bed so Puppy could climb on the end and lay down.   She kept the door cracks so she could hear when he got back to his room clearer.

Shifting to her side she stared at her laptop, not really seeing the figures on it.   Why was she going out of her way for him? Was this what it was like to have a crush?   She hadn't remembered what it was like, she only knew how she felt about Marcus. That had been love for so many years and so normal that this felt so different and abnormal. She sighed and shook her head, she was doomed. Thirty one years old and crushing like a school girl.

West Larkson · Amber Eyed Cowboy

West had taken his time not wishing to rush from the shower cause in his current mood it would do no other then to get the southern gent in trouble. A hand rested against the wall of his wet prison as he bent his head allowing both his hair and the current of water to spill down him. So close he had come to knocking down her door and taking what he be lived was his. The red beast beat hard inside of him demanding he take his mate and so very impatient at his delay. What was happening to him?, the cowboy did nae understand or was afraid he did. Still it was a entirely different feeling then it had been with his first human wife. West had loved her but he had only been human at the time then when he had been attacked it had opened a whole new world for him. One where he shared two minds, two hearts and two bodies. He had never denied the wolf inside and though he continued to love his wife the wolf had wanted nothing to do with her.

After her death he had moved on finding what he thought to be love with another woman. It had turned quickly into a disaster when a wolf from a previous pack had tried to lay claim on him. Two wives lost as well as two babies and he had nearly come apart. The wolf, his other half had been used for a long time as a shelter. He had chosen to be the wolf most of the time and said nothing to any one. He groaned as he came down to his knees in the shower. In his head there was only her now and the feelings were confusing and at the same time so over whelming. Grinning to himself he wondered how long it would take her to come reclaim her puppy and if she came while he was in his room would he suppress the urge to capture her lips. Her mouth had been exotic, a beautiful cavern in which he wanted to thoroughly explore. Succulent lips that promised their share deal in pleasure, she was as guilty as a siren and he a way ward sailor doomed to his death.

Even now as he thought back to that kiss he felt his heart accelerate and his breath grew heavy with heady arousal. Amber's bled a rich auburn and West found himself fighting against his wolf. Shaking it off he turned the hot water off and relaxed in to the cold water allowing it to cleanse away his up rooted problem. The last thing West needed was to head down to the kitchen for a bite with a raging hard on. A few more minutes of down grading were given before the gent wrapped a towel around his middle and headed back into his bedroom. Whistling low he waited for the pup and when it had failed to greet him he turned in the room noticing his roomie was gone and it seemed a certain black wolf had come in. The scent washed over him and he gave in to it's gentle caress moving toward the sweet aroma drifting from the plate. He stared down at the food as a hand picked up a piece of pine apple.

Parting his lips he took in the sweet fruit then before he could stop himself he grabbed the plate and headed out of his room. Feet were not quiet as he made for Loke's room and when he caught sight of her opened door he went it. Other hand reached behind him to close the door and with a well practiced smile graced to the very best of their predator he moved across the room not stopping until he reached the edge of the bed where her legs dangled. Leaning he first placed the plate of food on the bed then using both his hands he took her by both of her knees and tugged her down a inch then bent over her with his knees on the bed straddling himself over her legs. His body towered over hers for a minute before he leaned down placing a hand on either side of her head.

"Thank ya' baby doll".

His voice was a dark monotone that oozed his sexual awareness. It was rich and held a mixture of suppressed need and a undeniable wanting. Holding his position above her with one hand he used the other to gently swoop beneath her head. Those eyes locked on to hers as he lifted her head to touch to the forehead of his bent one.

"Do ya' have any idea how purdy ya' are?". He whispered acrossed her

lips. Her head was eased back down to the bed before he reached for the last piece of pine apple.

"Mind if I eat me dinner here with ya'. and may I say these are mighty tasty".

He lowered his hand to boldly trace the piece of fruit over her lower lip.

"Would ya' like a taste?".

The Bitch Wolf · Big Bad Bitch

A thrill of nervousness danced along her spine and down through her limbs when she heard the bathroom door open and West's footsteps.   Heat suddenly poured out of her in nervous anticipation, leaving her skin burning hot and flushed a deep red.   Licking at her lips, she turned to look down at Puppy as he stared at her with uncomprehending eyes. She shook her head at him. You wouldn't understand. Hell I don't even understand. I'm suppose to be the cold bitch. The one that doesn't fall in love again, that just has meaningless flings and that's it. Why the he...

She startled when her door closed, lost in her own inner babbling. The little jolt was nothing compared to looking up and seeing West moving toward her bed with nothing but a towel on. Her breathing hitched quickly, eyes growing as wide as plates and that fire in her skin pulsing off her like morse code.

She gave a startled noise when his hands grabbed her knees and pulled her closer to him. Oh my god and baby jesus in swaddling clothes. If he ... I'm not gonna stop him. Shock was the predominant look on her face for the moment as he leaned over her. Lips parted slightly, unable to stop them and she tasted the smell of him on her tongue as well as drew it in. A small rummbling started beneath her shields, one that was only felt by her.  The smooth walls of her shielding grated against something, and there, a tiny fissue began along one courner.  The fissure grew as the power behind the shields flexed and stretched.

Eyes met his and in silence she watched him, suddenly very much liking the fact he was barily wearing anything that his body was so close and that he smelled sooooo good to her. With the last of the fear being chased away by something new, the shields broke.  A flash flood of power and heat played over them, causing the air to smell of fresh vegitation, salt water, sunlight and all things that where Hawaii.  The black bitch inside of her finally moved, picking herself up and trotting toward the red wolf.

Loke's lips parted in a tiny smile as he leaned down and touched his forehead to her own. And like that the way she saw things changed, she was not the shy, ackward woman unsure of what she wanted. No, not anymore. How clear it was.   The black bitch simply agreed as it paced itself along the red, rubbing it's pitch colored fur along the red's side. She was allowed happiness, and she had found it. Had she not left Marcus to find one that she could love soley. One that would be her, one and only. So why keep running from it.

"I'm glad you like it. I thought you might be hungry, that and I think you might need your strength." It was amazing how this new sense of rightness made her bold. Her lips parted to take the fruit from his fingers.   She crushed the fruit between her teeth and felt the rightness of the moment as she leaned up. Crushing her body to his she set her lips to his own in such a way that even he could not misunderstand. She was receptive and willing and very much so wanting.