⍲‿⍲ ᴅ. ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ sᴀᴍᴘʟᴇs

[cocodelicious]

A veil was dropped on their little town, emotions were running high and folks were nervous for the new blood. ''The witches will intervene if things go sideways.'' she bite her lower lips while looking at him ''Don't worry.'' Freya place a hand over his. She silently eats her breakfast ''I bought mango, I'll get it for you.'' she offered after he was done with his breakfast. She search for the tropical fruit inside the fridge before walking to the counter. She stood with her back to him, her figure silhouetted through her shirt, and her movements were fluid and sensual. The rhythmic sound of the knife slicing through the fruit faltered when she felt two arms encircle her waist. Freya felt her husband nuzzle her neck and shifted her head slightly to give him better access to her neck. She wasn't disappointed as she felt his lips sear the delicate skin of her neck. His hands enclosed around hers and took up the rhythmic beat of slicing the fruit. ''Almost done.'' she whispered as he continued to help her in her duties. She attempted to turn in his arms but was impeded by his close proximity. Instead, she felt his hands grip hers a bit more firmly as they continued to slice up a mango. The mundane task soon became much more exciting than Freya ever thought a simple task could be. As the sound of the rhythmic 'swish thunk, swish thunk' of the knife piercing the skin of the fruit and then coming to rest against the board filled the kitchen, Derrick began to sway against her in time to their music. His hands moved from holding hers, to moving up her arms, caressing her. As his hands reached her shoulder, they curved around and began moving down her body. Freya enjoyed the tingle of excitement she got as his hands gently caressed her waist. But she continued their rhythm 'swish thunk, swish thunk.' His lips moved from her ear to her neck to the exposed skin of her shoulder. Freya could no longer concentrate on her hands as her husband slowly began to manipulate her with his. The knife clattered against the counter as he teased her. She leaned heavily against him and turned to share a kiss with him.

Freya had never felt so alive or so desired in her life. Here she was a woman well into her forties and she felt scandalously sensual. She wanted to see the look in her husband's eyes as he stoked the fire that was quickly becoming an inferno in her. She turned in his arms, and his hands both immediately moved a few inches north of their previous targets. A hand cupped the back of her neck and pulled her to him for a searing kiss. His free hand encircled her waist and pulled her closer to him. She broke their kiss and looked into his eyes. She was pleased to see the desire and flickering of lust in his eyes. She attempted to move from his embrace and suggest that they continue this in the bedroom, but Derrick didn't move. She was very aware that, unlike their bedroom, the kitchen had many windows and anyone passing by could get an unhindered view. Her protest died on her lips as it consumed them. He pressed himself against her and she was trapped between his hard body and the hard counter. She moaned as he pressed into her, the knob of the cabinet digging into her lower spine. All she felt was the pleasure as he slowly played with her shirt, his fingers delicately caressing her skin as more and more of it was exposed to his touch. His hand fell from her back to the counter, as he blindly reached for a piece of mango. Once the piece of fruit was secured he leaned back from her a bit and placed the fruit in his mouth. He then brought his lips back to hers, and they lovingly shared the piece of fruit. The cold juices of the sweet fruit were a delightful contrast to the warm heat of his tongue in her mouth. He reached for another piece and again, placed it in his mouth. He had planned to share this piece much like the other one. Instead, her hands gently enclosed over his hand and she brought it to her mouth. Freya slowly licked away the juices from his fingers, first running her tongue up one side of the finger then down the other. She began with his pinky, then moved to the next finger, as she reached the tip of the fourth finger, she slowly sank her mouth over the entire finger, letting her teeth graze his knuckle. They both let out a satisfied moan of the blatant erotic mimicry of a different sexual act. Although it wasn't an invitation, it was an obvious promise of 'what was yet to be.'

She let go of his hand, poor baby he must be ready to jump at her but she didn't feel the urge to give in just yet. And anyone could walk in on them, she didn't want to pay for therapy. Their kids were ******** up as they were less not add watching their parents do the nasty. She leaned into his ear before letting a moan escape her lips while playfully pushing him away from her. ''Breakfast was amazing.'' she winked at him before her legs start moving on their own carrying her upstairs. ''We can do it if you catch me.'' she chuckled playfully. In other circumstances, she would have let him go on but who knows how long the kids will be out. She didn't want to sit down to explain to them how bees and flowers worked. Wait did she had that conversation with them? It was hard to tell. The last time they sat down to talk was about Kate burning something or someone? Freya opened the bedroom door, she quickly dashed into the bathroom to light up a few candles and turned the radio on.

Freya filled the bathtub and add lavender salts to the hot water. Freya sighed in contentment as her body soaked lazily in a bubble bath. Eyes closed, hair pinned up, head laying back on the tub's edge, a soft smile on her face as she inhaled the pleasantly sensual vanilla scent. Lukewarm water gently lapped at her flesh, relaxing her sore muscles as the violet foam partially hid her nakedness… the door was open, and she could hear the familiar sounds of her husband in the adjoining bedroom. She was waiting to sense Derrick stepping inside the bathroom, but when the quiet around her grew into complete silence, she turned her head slightly and opened her heavy-lidded eyes to find her magnificently husband standing on the bathroom's threshold, observing her with a keen, fond interest. She let her gaze indulge, running up and down his form. He could not be an athlete, but he had grown old well, maturity adding depth to that natural charm he had possessed in his youth. Sometimes she wished he was a little less attractive, a little less powerful so she would not have to put up with all those slim and young pretties who fell all over themselves to throw their smolderingly dull, full-toothed smiles across crowded rooms. But tonight Freya was pleased she was the only one who could bring this man home. "Take a picture and it'll last longer," she sniped contentedly, grinning. Her skin was literally humming with relaxation.

She made enough space to give Derrick the chance to settle behind her and he stepped inside the tub, sitting so that they could slide against each other until they had accommodated themselves: her body nestled between his open legs, her head leaning on his shoulder, her back against his chest. The water rippled around them and rose to splash on the floor tiles, but even their tidy selves could not bring themselves to care. It felt a unique kind of wonderful, comfy and yet sexy. The hitch of her breath mingled with his own as her body casually snuggled against him. His lips brushed her nape and she could have purred at the sensation if it hadn't lasted such a short time because the next thing she knew, her pins were out and her hair was spilling down onto her shoulders. His hand closed around her arm and slipped over her wet skin up to the curve of her underarm and then down to her elbow, his other palm firm on her stomach, keeping her close. 'Mr. Johnson, are you waiting for a written invitation?'' It was totally her imagination that colored her little, snappish question/command with petulance. She had not just sounded needy. She had not. She was just anticipating, really. She did not even mind so much that he was overtly chuckling at her eagerness.



( OUTFIT ) ( MUSIC ) ( KITCHEN - BATHROOM ) ( DERRICK )
cocodeliciousloveyou

[cocodelicious]

The sand was soft and warm underfoot, fine as sifted sugar. It gave evenly when she stepped onto it, moving silkily between her toes and caressing the arches of her feet. When she stood still for a moment she could feel the gentle heat of it, a billion tiny grains of sea-fragmented coral and shells generously yielding their sun-soaked energy to her receptive skin. Freya stirred the sand with the toes of one foot, standing looking out at the waves rolling in over the reef further out. Pale blue sky came down to meet bright blue water, edged with white far out where the coral just under the surface through the surf up. The water looked inviting. She took a few steps until she reached the waves, standing in their edges as they curled and flattened and sank into the sand. The seawater that lapped around her ankles hardly felt cooler than the air. She was tempted to wade in deeper, but that would mean rolling up her dress further, and for now, she couldn't be bothered. It was nice just to stand here, feeling her feet sink slowly into the wet shifting sand: letting the sea tug at her gently. A nice peaceful feeling flowered in her chest. It was lovely to free herself from the daily routine, that was the main reason for why she decided to leave her purse in the car. Unlike her handsome gorgeous foxy lover, she didn't feel the need to show her life on the social media, Freya was reserved. Her life was private. The less the town knew about her problems the better, that department was covered by Kate. Where was her family? Probably getting in trouble. Kids.

The past couple of months she had been considering talking to her husband about their bloodsuckers kids, it was about time they move out of the nest. They out meant more alone time, me time, sexy time. A fire spread inside her body - what a nice feeling. She even considered selling the antique store, opening another business like a coffee store or helping her husband on his business. What will he think about her mingling in his affairs? He knew she didn't like his business but it was his thing and she respected it. At first, they would argue about it, she couldn't help to think low of him for spending his life around alcohol. It just stirs bad memories. Her father has been a drunk abusive son of a b***h, drinking was a big problem for him. However, she was glad her father never lay a hand on her, not much could be said of her eldest siblings. Freya never told Derrick about it. Speaking of Derrick where was him? Her heart ached for his company. (Her heart right...keep telling yourself that Freya.)"Your attention pl... please, you must pay attention to me." A unfamiliar voice caught Freya's attention. Could it be that the food was ready? She slowly paced into the crowd's direction. As she got closer she recognized a few faces, the neighbor's werewolf daughter, an Odol witch-related to the Volkovs, one or two humans she knew they hang out with the vampires. Couple of other creatures she didn't remember. Freya seductively swung her hips side to side, her movements similar to a feline creature. A small crowd gathered around a witch who was reading the tarot card. Fortune teller. How interesting. The witch had her legs crossed, strange symbols were written on the sand around her and a big circle surrounded her and the crowd. To be honest Freya knew little about magic just what Mori or Anna shared. The place was clean; there were no beaded curtains or crystal balls. It was a setup for a bad movie if anyone asked her. Witches were odd. ''So come along, come along inside the circle. Those of you without fear, we need at least eight people of courage.'' A male spoke. Freya eyes sparkle with fire as she approached the group. Fearless. Definitely was a quality she possessed. ''Well done, well done, well done. Excellent! Sit. Mrs. Johnson, take a seat. Splendid. Sit. Sit.'' A low hum of intrigued chatter echoed. Maybe she could ask for the lottery numbers or how to get rid of her daughter's stupid boyfriend/stalker/I don't even know what to call him anymore/ leech.

''Gentlemen, please remove your jewelry. '' the witch ordered. Freya sat down lady like her hand resting on her knee as she waited for the little show.''What's going on?'' the man next to her asked. He was obviously not from around. Freya lips curled into a beautiful smile ''I believe we're about to commune with the spirits. A whole new level of Tarot.'' her tone was flat and didn't match her features. ''Please... join hands. '' the witch ordered as the crowd fall in silent '' This is such fun.'' That wasn't exactly a word she would use to describe magic. Dangerous. That was more like it. ''I ask forbearance.'' she pause ''Please, join hands. I ask forbearance. I ask you to suspend your disbelief and imagine your mind's floating in the darkness of time. Let your imaginations be liberated and roam with me. Back in time to the ancient seas. Back in time to the time before when the spirits walked when the sun was new and the old gods walked. I call forth Mut, mother goddess. I call to the speakers of the dead. Come to me, come to me.'' the witched spoke, while people began holding hands. ''I call forth Mut, mother goddess. I call to the speakers of the dead. Come to me, come to me.'' a vicious snarl left the witch's lips as her eyes turned white. The crowd was startled by it, their gasps and whispers were a sign of it. The witch groans before speaking slowly and deep. ''What summoned me? I speak for the dead. For the undying. the witch was no longer there, her body was but herself wasn't. It was hard to explain. Freya bit her lower lip drawing blood, the warm liquid slide across her lip before falling on the sand.



( OUTFIT ) ( MUSIC ) ( BEACH ) ( NPC )
cocodeliciousloveyou

[cocodelicious]

As the days progressed Niklaus tried to go back to his life. Normal boring life. Mori told him the fish family will be throwing a party on the weekend and he reluctantly accepted. He didn't want to hold back his wife from living. "It sounds like fun," Niklaus told him honestly. After all, if he was going to spend the weekend with anyone, Mori was number one on his list. To this day, amazingly enough, he wasn't sure where exactly they stood with each other, but they seemed to have worked their way back to the good part. Finally, it was the day of the famous party. Mori was beautiful. Her outfit to the party was well chosen while Niklaus just put together the first thing he saw. Not really giving a second thought. Once inside the car, they made small talk. Niklaus glanced at Mori then and nodded quickly. His voice came a few seconds later as if he had to coax it out. "Don't worry about me, really I'm fine." He turned in his seat, his right shoulder leaning against the chair, pulling his left leg under him and pressing his left cheek against the seat tiredly so that he was now facing her as much as he could. Reaching across the center of the car, he found her hand and squeezed it. Since she was driving, that was the best he could do, but when he glanced at her again, his eyes looked a tiny bit less burdened and there was the slightest hint of a smile on his face. Her eyes met his for a second, and, as usual, they held an entire conversation without actually speaking. He wished that she wasn't driving so that she could look at him for more than half a second at a time.

"How much farther is that?" he asked curiously. He'd been watching the GPS map with interest since he had no memory of ever having been this far south. He wished he had a real, paper map that he could unfold and see the whole route at once. ''Nice weather we are having.'' he said, smiling at the idea of being the co-pilot, and the one to stay awake with her, but not sure that she'd actually stop and switch with him. Then, yawning himself, he added, "This is a long trip. Is the beach that good?" Mori tilted her head side to side. He knew it was silly, but he couldn't help but hope that he will remember. It would be nice not to be the only one experiencing everything for the first time, for a change. But either way, he as looking forward to this party. Once they reached the beach the GPS steered them to the end of the road, where it became simply a big not so empty parking lots, and a quickly dropping speed limit, as lanes peeled off into the turn only lanes on each side as they approached the beach.

He was still holding her hand with his right hand, carrying his shoes in his left, as he struggled to walk through the soft sand. Unknown faces caught his attention, people who he didn't remember gather around drinking and laughing. They were far but at least they could still see them ahead. Mori wasn't rushing him. On the contrary, she seemed content to go at whatever pace he wanted to. Or, more accurately, however slow he needed to go. This is what everyone gets so excited over? he wondered in annoyance. This whole glowing water thing may be overrated. Of course, he could do it, he reminded himself – with all of his various extraordinary skills, he could certainly handle walking through sand! It was just that it was so… frustrating. "Hey," she said, using her hand to tug him a little closer to her. "You don't have to try to walk so fast. Don't fight the sand, just take it slow. Besides, we're not in a hurry. It's annoying, but if you don't think of it as slowing you down, it actually feels kind of cool." He let her set the pace and found that it was true, the less he fought to walk through the sand, the less frustrating it was. They were getting there, just… more slowly than he'd expected. But what was the rush, after all? Mori was right beside him. Glancing around them at the other groups of people who were on the beach, whether sitting down or just arriving, like them, he suddenly felt like everyone was staring at him. Did they know? He was suffering from amnesia and he hates it.

It's physically impossible for him to stand still with this song playing. His hips move on their own and before he knows it, he is lost to the beat. When the tempo changes "Show me what you got, Hot Stuff." It only takes a minute, but he feels himself loosening up, as Mori and he fall into sync. Not only does Mori have some sexy-a** moves, but she has a voice to back that s**t up. The words roll smoothly off his tongue like warm honey ''Cant believe we are married.'' The whole world could be caving in around him and he wouldn't care. With her this close, he can now smell her. It's a delicious sweaty smell and something all her own. Finally, she turns around in his arms, still moving to the beat of the music and he is accosted with the most gorgeous set of eyes he has ever seen. He ghosts his hands up Mori body, lightly brushing her sides. Every touch goes straight to his core, making him want her even more. She back away from him, moving her body to the beat of the music. Watching her watch him is so sexy. He licks his bottom lip like he sees something he likes, which encourages her to continue dancing for him, with him. His body starts moving along with hers and before he knows it, she is back in his arms.

Leaning forward, he rests his forehead against her, their noses almost touching. He has to swallow hard, trying desperately to keep his composure. Taking her arm, he places it over his shoulder, and pulls her close with his arm, placing his capable hand at the small of her back. Their bodies are molded together perfectly, moving to the beat that's enveloping them. Occasionally, she grinds against him in a sensual way And boy he was happy. Too happy. When the song comes to an end, he feels a sadness wash over him. I don't want this, whatever this is, to be over. He brushes his lips gently across her cheek, whispering in her ear, "Thank you for the dance."



( OUTFIT ) ( MUSIC ) ( BEACH ) ( MORIGAINE )