Why Are You In My Bed?

The Bitch Wolf · Big Bad Bitch

Why Are You In My Bed?

West Larkson · Amber Eyed Cowboy

Sleep for once in the cowboy's long life had been blissful. He had woken to find the beauty that was Loke nestled up against the warmth of his body. Very reluctant West was to move from his spot carefully attached to her side. It had been a explosive night to say the least and the southern gent would live long to never forget it. As if West could, filled with passion and power she had floored his every sense. He was nae sure what had given her the push to enter into his bed but a part of him would be lying if he said he wasn't grateful for it. No matter what had given the fuel to light the fire she had wanted him that much he had been sure of. And even now still was with the way she nuzzled against him. Then again he had been wrong before. Was the brief thought granted to the gent only when after closing his eyes did he meet with the unexpected surprise of hitting the floor.

A dazed look was given toward the ceiling as he rested on his back now twisted in the sheet she left him. Dang it all the woman had one heck of a arm on her didn't she?. Sitting up he placed a hand on his bed and did not bother to cover up the chuckle. With a shake of his head he rose to his feet not bothering to hold the sheet in place since she had already had her view of him the previous night. It slid carelessly to the floor as he moved around the bed heading toward Loke. He stopped when he caught sight of her flushed cheeks and easily bent down to cross the bed on hands and knees.

"Last I checked darlin' it was my room".

He eased himself behind her with legs outstretched which had her sitting real nicely between his thighs. Chest pressed to her back as West lowered his head to her shoulder. One hand moved up to drag gentle fingers through black locks while a free arm wrapped around her waist. For a moment he did nae speak and only after a breath or two had eased from him did he then touch the lobe of her ear with his mouth and whisper.

"If ya' can't remember why ya' are naked me doll then I reckon I need more practice".

Then she was sliding off the bed to her rear on the floor. West would have held her and stopped the contact with her to the floor if he could be sure she would not have snapped at him. Looking at her now on the floor with such a shocked expression. True Loke had acted out of character when she barged in, her body had sent off enough sparks to light a whole bomb fire and then some but the need had crawled into him and he had foolishly allowed his inner beast to over take his common sense. He wanted Loke it was plain for any to see but he hadn't meant for it to seem like he had pushed himself on her.

The air always lit it's self with electricity whenever she drew near him so it had only been a matter of time before he succumbed to the heat and now that it happened he was feeling confused in contrast to what he had been feeling when he had first awoke. The puzzlement showed on her face and it had West looking away, those Amber eyes so much like her own met with the bed's head board. There were sharp indents in the wood where he had gripped the bed. A hand moved through the shaggy brown mane that was his hair as he looked back to her and sighed, he really was nae the kind that was good with words so in a mixture of confused jibber he spoke.

"Do nae regret it my whetu (star) ya' came in here with such need. And I, ..well darn' it, it got hotter than' a hookers doorknob on payday."

Not very romantic he knew and felt like a thunder head after he gone done and said it but some times when the words started coming out they had a way of taking on their own and getting him in mighty big trouble. Finally he slid to his knees easing himself in to a sitting position beside her. One hand opened and held out to her palm up leaving it a silent question not really knowing if she would take it or not.

-- Edited by West Larkson on Tuesday 21st of July 2009 09:15:23 AM

The Bitch Wolf · Big Bad Bitch

She knew, deep down inside she knew who was responsible for this. The vampire bitch who invaded her mind, who had touched her with lust and need that was not her own. Eyes refocused as something akin to shame burned in the depths of those amber eyes. She felt West settle beside her and she moved her eyes to his hand and then to his face.

"I'm so sorry, West. Oh my god, I can't say how sorry I am. I didn't realize what I was doing. I mean... I'm not saying that i didn't enjoy ... " She turned bright red and fummbled with words making a few inarticulate noises for a moment before she cleared her throat and tried to continue. "That wasn't my lust, it was someone elses. I mean, I would never have put myself on you like that without you having a choice."

Her cheeks burned a bright crimson as she looked down at herself. Although, the blissfully calm that had come with being with him had been amazing but it had been wrong. It was not her coming to him, unfettered and wanting, it was her riding the lust and need of that crazy vampire bitch. How did she get that across in so many words?

"The lust... it wasn't mine. I've wanted to come to you as me, but that wasn't me. That was a vampire's lust that somehow got past my shields... fuck, I was sleeping. Okay, well.. that would explain that." She grimaced and then looked back down at his hand before shifting the blanket up under her arms to keep her nudity covered as she slid her hand into his. Bottom lip caught between her teeth.

"I'm not saying I didn't enjoy it. It's just that... I feel like it wasn't me that came to you, willing and wanting." She swallowed thickly knowing full well she would not be able to get him out of her head now, or sleep alone again. "If... if we want this to continue we have to talk to the Ulfric. We cannot break pack law."