Who Knew (Angel)

[Summer Fraisure]

Summer roused from the light sleep he was in, but only to find that the thick pallet of animal furs that was her and Angel's bed was empty. She sighed softly and nuzzled her face into her pillow for a moment. This wasn't so unusual. Especially since the announcement of Prince Henry Niall's engagement to Baroness Elina Cali. Angel ended up having to stay and play baby sitter to the prince and baroness a lot more. Summer didn't much like it either. She had trouble sleeping when the massive form of her mate wasn't laying next to her. She didn't know why, but she did. She just couldn't sleep if she wasn't pressed up against Angel with his arms around her.

She slowly sat up and looked up to the sky light door that ended at the top of the spiral staircase that trailed along the cone shaped roof. She closed her eyes , letting the moonlight wash over her warm skin for a moment before she climbed out of the pallet of warm furs and wrapped one of the blankets around her naked form. She slowly climbed up the spiral staircase to the sky light door. It had taken years to build the master suite as it was. A giant, wooden teepee. It was even decorated with what you would find in a teepee. She did that because she wanted Angel to feel more at home. It took a while for her to grow used to the sleeping arrangements, but she was happy so long as he was happy.

She studied the layout thoughtfully for a moment from the top of the spiraling staircases. The only thing the house didn't have was a fire place, but that was because they were in the tropics. A fireplace just didn't make much sense in a home located in the tropics. She smiled as she studied the layout thoughtfully. The biggest problem for Summer had been finding a good amount of padding to put on the floor for their bed. She finally found a mattress, but it wasn't the typical spring filled mattress. It was that special foam that formed to your body. It was quite comfortable even if it was just laid on the floor. The furs helped to add a little more softness to it of course. That and she just liked the feel of fur against her bare skin.

She smiled at the home that she helped to make for Angel for a moment before she looked up to the sky light and opened it. She slowly climbed through the doorway out onto the private terrace that was a recent installment for the two. She slowly walked around for a moment, making sure the shrubbery that kept the terrace private were well watered before she pulled up one of the deck chairs and sat in it, just starring up at the twinkling stars and the waning crescent moon. Golden eyes studied the moon intently. "Luna... give me pups... please." She murmured weakly as she laid a hand over her flat stomach.

After that occurrence with the hawk and Angel's mother, however, perhaps wit was not Lady Luna she should be asking for pups from. As she sat there, studying the moon she thought about what Angel's mother had told her. A fertility ritual. The problem was that Summer had scoured both the internet and books on the First People nation, but there was nothing she could really find about a fertility ritual that would apply to her and Angel's predicament. A part of her hoped that maybe Angel would know about any sort of ritual they could do. She didn't know though. She hadn't told him about what his mother said to her. Summer herself was curious what she told her son. She recognized the language as his native tongue, but she had no clue what his mother was saying.

She just sat there, starring up at the moon in silence as she though. She was going to talk to Angel when he got home. If he wasn't too tired that is.

[angel]

It was late, the sun had fallen below the horizon and in its place the moon hung low upon the Eastern Sky. So many stories existed of the sun and moon each chasing the other and yet never getting close. Then you see the reality the science and you wonder how the people who told the stories of the spirits placed in the sun and moon by the Great Spirit could think such a thing. He moved slowly through the city street's picking his path along well traveled routes towards his home. For it was his home now as well. When he and Summer had first started dating he was living outside the city... Actually he had been living in a teepee outside of the city. In all of his life he had never lived in a house like Summer's until she made him move in, something about the teepee being drafty.

Just the thought made him smile as he neared the street to their house, and her shop. It was amazing the things she had accomplished for herself. She owned the building her store was in and she had started out on the street hawking her wares. Since then she had made one hell of a name for her self. Of course knowing her also came with the realizing that the massive Native American member of the Guard was her overly protective mate, who would as soon string you up by the toe as shoot you with an arrow if you messed with his mate. Call him crazy, but he didn't want any of the young pup to get any crazy ideas.

He wondered if she was annoyed with him being home late, or worried... or possibly even both, more often than not when he finally got home she was either lounging on the roof garden, or laying in bed waiting for him. He knew she couldn't sleep without him in her bed, something about comfort, he never really understood it at first, until he began to realize that he never slept when she wasn't in bed as well. Generally if he started after she opened her shop he would end up going on a hunt before he went up to the palace. It wasn't long before a stray gust of wind carried her sent to him. He had never really been able to define the scent of her. Sometimes he would say she smelled like the summer breeze, the flowers and the warmth of the season she was named after... It had always been the closest to her scent he had ever been able to define, or explain.

Seeing the small gate to their back yard he slipped through and made sure it was shut tight, it wasn't that he was against nightly visitors it was more that he preferred some to others. People could stay away, it was the animals that he gave access to the backyard, so long as they behaved and left it the same as when they came. It was as he mounted the stairs that the small squirrel streaked from beneath the steps and up his pant legs and shirt to reach his shoulder. With a small smile he reached up and scratched his woodland friend as he spoke of the day, about some man that had payed more for a shiny thing than the thing had wanted to because of his mate. The squirrel had a habit of telling him what Summer did, the creature liked to follow her around like it was his job to tell him if anything happened.

Stepping into his home the squirrel vaulted his shoulder and vanished back to wherever it was that it spent his time. The house, he could only describe as homey, he wasn't fond for enclosed spaces but Summer had done a lot of work to make this one beckon to him, and he honestly had found that this one he liked, perhaps because it smelled so richly of his mate. By the time he knew where she would be, or at least the places that she tended to be waiting for him, either in their room, or up above. Their room was empty, the covers for their bed peeled back beckoning to him as he past them by to climb the worn steps up to the final level, the teepee shaped exit onto the balcony had been interesting and it even had a space for lying and resting if he didn't feel like curling up in the larger and more comfortable bed.

He could smell her, hear the beat of her heart as he stepped up into the dim light of the moon falling upon the roof top sanctuary. It was their place they could escape to, no one was allowed up in their place, after all it was attached to the master sweet. Though he somehow doubted the only reason Dawn would avoid it was the possibility of running into Angel and Summer mating, or any of million other things she would not want to view. His eyes glanced to his mate, running his eyes along the length of her form. It was amusing how the chair was facing away from the entrance to the abode, yet he couldn’t help but stare at her for a moment, letting himself take in the beauty of his mate. He felt lucky to have her, as if being near her made all the other things not matter.

“Summer,”

He whispered, a million things in that single word as he knelt next to her, his hand touching her shoulder lightly. It was amusing at times the change in him when he was near her rather than at the palace. He was always a gentle soul but he always felt like she was so fragile, that one wrong move might shatter her and no work would ever have her back together. Yet he couldn't help but brush his lips to her hers. Partaking in that singularly unique feeling that came from the touch of her in that way.

“'Tis a lovely evening to spend with an even lovelier lady.”

[Summer Fraisure]

She closed her eyes for a moment as Angel's smell floated on the breeze. She smiled faintly. He was home. No doubt talking to that little squirrel that lived under the back porch. Some days she left a little treat out on the railing for him. If she didn't know any better, she would have thought he was watching her. Some days she just felt like he was sitting on the railing, looking into the kitchen and watching her. It gave her the creeps sometimes, but Angel enjoyed talking to him, so she continued to leave him little treats every once in a while.

She looked to the source of the voice when she heard him speak her name. She smiled warmly and laid her hand over his softly. "Angel." She murmured his name ever so softly, holding the covers to her naked form. She met his gaze as he knelt down next to her. She happily welcomed the brush of his lips over hers. Yes, no one but her and Angel ever came up here. This was the one place that was theirs and theirs alone.

She smiled faintly at his words and turned herself a little in the seat so that that she faced him better. "Tis also a lovely night to spend with my handsome lover." She murmured softly before she brushed another tender kiss over his lips. She didn't really care if they mated at the moment. She would enjoy a little talking under the weak moonlight of the waning moon. She brushed several tender kisses over his jaw and cheek before hugging him tightly. "I was starting to think you'd never come home tonight." She murmured softly as she ran a hand through his hair. She tried to be understanding about his and Dawn's job, but sometimes she would go days without seeing her sister, and there were occasions that she didn't see Angel for over a day. She just knew it had to be mostly the Prince's fault. The man just didn't know how to behave. All he thought about was himself.

She sighed contently and leaned her forehead against his gently. "I hope Henry did not stir up too much trouble for you, love." She said gently as she stroked her hand up and down his back softly. She enjoyed this. The little bit of time they had alone.

[angel]

It had been a long few days, ever since the day in the clearing Angel had been left thinking. It didn't help that he seemed to have plenty of time for thinking the last few days. Watching the Prince had become to simple with him actually behaving. Yet he couldn’t help but ponder thoughts about his mother. About the things she had said, about him and Summer having cubs. How long had he thought of this life as a curse, even when the blessings of it stared him in the face. Perhaps they had been right, that this was a gift and that he should take it as such. Of course their was also his Mate.

Summer was a stunning beauty, that made even the spoiled nobles wish for her, he couldn't count the times he had come home to see her talking to a random rich boy who thought they had a chance at her. Yet always they ended up stunned that their money had no chance with her. Even then it would be a simple matter to toss them from the door to skid along the cobblestone road into the alley across the way. Her hair was a long dark cascade framing her face. Her lips full and rich, her eyes a beacon that could shatter him. She knew the effect she could have on him and even now he wondered if perhaps she had chosen to lay under the waning light just because of that.

His name, a matching whisper to hers calling out to him before his lips brushed hers. It was always like this, the gentleness of her next to him. The calmness of his soul rippling through him as he accepted the loving kiss of her in return. He wondered if he would ever be tired of coming home to her. Of having her curled next to him in his protective embrace and new that their would never come such a day. She was simply a part of him that he could not be without. His eyes glanced around the hedge, glad that none of the plants had died in the transplant, It was nice having a wall from their secret place, some small piece of the world walled off from the rest. A sanctuary of sorts that only they could enjoy.

"Tis also a lovely night to spend with my handsome lover."

Her words a reply to his own, always a surprise that anyone could see him as she did. The love in her voice seemed to always shake him to the core and make his heart sing. It was a thought that he had always bore ever since their first meeting so long before. He could remember the beat of his hear hammering in his chest like a hunters drum. And creature he could have been tracking would have run from the sound of that alone. That was before he had ever thought of having a family, when he say nothing about this new life and new world of his. So often He had sat, wondering if that Lycan would return and wondering if it was just a mirage.

Then they had met for the first time, he remember walking into Dawns home, remember seeing Summer setting the table and remembered her eyes. He had stood staring for a time, unsure of what to do as he followed the captain to the table and waited for dinner to begin. So long before and yet so much happiness had followed. He would never give up this life with her for the one that he had left. He felt her shift slightly under his hand, her eyes upon him as she lay in a position that gave her a better view of him. Her lips tracing along his lips, Then along his cheek and jaw. He wondered how it was that she always managed to send his nerves spiraling into a tingling fury of heat. Every time she seemed to touch him she seemed to cause some sort of spark in his body reacting to her.

"I was starting to think you'd never come home tonight."

“Home, Why would I go anyplace else... When you are here...”

He replied his hand running along the exposed skin of her shoulder, he honestly preferred the winter weather of the tropics, the island honestly allowed him to keep from changing his attire too much in the year allowing him to dress more or less the same through out the year. Yet he always enjoyed being curled up under the blankets with her at night. Her hand tousled his long hair as she lay their so close to him. He pondered pulling her from the lounge and to the ground with him. Yet he didn't somehow he didn't want to at the moment even knowing that he was more than strong enough to pull it off.

"I hope Henry did not stir up too much trouble for you, love."

“Elina, does better keeping him in hand than half the guard... He's making it easy on us as late...”

It was true as reached over his fur robed mate. He could feel her hand, running along his spine helping to cause a shiver to arch along his length. As she did he pulled her from the lounge, keeping the furs wrapped around her to ensure she stayed warm within their comfort, though also sure she would rather it be him wrapped around her than a blanket. He hovered over her for a moment his eyes looking at her, filled with abject wonder at the way her long lustrous hair had fallen about her.

“So then, what is on your mind love?”

A quiet whisper, upon the wind of winters night from one to another. He knew she had something rippling in her mind, some thought that had her up here thinking rather than tucked into their bed waiting for his return.

[Summer Fraisure]

A soft little shiver ran through her as his fingers brushed along her skin. She felt her skin crackle and burn at his touch. That's what her skin always did when he touched her. It didn't matter if he meant for it to me an intimate touch. His touch. His alone and no one else made her crackle and burn. Because of that one little thing, she knew they were meant to be. No other man made her feel the way Angel did. Wolves mated for life, and he was most certainly her soul mate. And this was, indeed, home to both of them. They spent years making it perfect, but it had always been home. It would always be home. There would come times where they would have to add on to it, but it would always be home.

She smirked softly and strokes her hand along his cheek. "I'm certainly not complaining about that." The words were a soft murmur as she ran her hand through his long hair. She would not complain about Baroness Cali taking most of the guards' work off their hands. That just meant that she and Angel could be together more often. She missed going to bed with him. She missed shower sex. They hadn't had shower sex in forever. There was just something about it that seemed hot and sexy. Not as sexy as the feel of fur against her bare skin, but perhaps it was the way the water and soap made their skin slick and slippery. She didn't know, but she liked to shake things up on occasion when it came to their love life. Finding new places to make love always added a little excitement to love making.

She let out a gasp of surprise as he gathered her up, making sure the furs stayed where they were supposed to. She grinned, meeting his gaze as he lowered her to the ground. She ran a hand through those silken locks of his as he did so. He needed a trim, but she knew how he was about his hair. It was like pulling teeth with him when it came to making him look civilized. Then he asked his question. She supposed she deserved it because she did not sit up on their private deck waiting for him unless she was seriously thinking about something. She studied him in silence for a moment, golden eyes looking over his face before she looked up to to the moon. "I've been thinking about the things your mother told me in the clearing the other day. " She closed her eyes as she thought about that day a little more. After a couple of minutes, her eyes fluttered open and she looked up to Angel, licking her lips. "She said something about a fertility ritual, but I've looked all over for any shred of information on a fertility ritual. I can't find a single thing." She sighed softly and looked over Angel's face. There was a silent question of if he knew of any rituals. She was at a complete loss as to what she was supposed to do. She wanted pups so badly. It had been nearly a hundred years since they were married. Most couples had pups well before their one hundred years anniversary.

She hated putting so much pressure on Angel though. But why weren't they having pups? They should have had a whole brood of pups romping around by now. Both of the doctors on the island assured her that her and Angel were healthy, reproductively speaking. She looked away from him after a moment, wishing she hadn't brought the subject up. "Maybe..... maybe we should just stop thinking about it. We put so much pressure on each other. Maybe it's best if we just don't think about it and just... make love." She murmured softly as she met his gaze. Perhaps she was onto something here. Maybe if they thought of it as love making and not mating, they could take some of the pressure off and make pups.

[angel]

It was amusing the difference of seasons on the land that he now called home. He had over the years grown used to the mild winter and yet a part of him missed the winter back in the old lands. Where his people had once roamed the great plains following the herds of buffalo as the sought out more food to eat. Their was something odd about a winter that never brought with it the touch of snow to them. All of that was minor when he thought of the life he had built up in this new world. Though it was far from new to him now, he had lived this life for a larger part of his existence than he had even been human. Yet this was the life he was born to live of that he was now certain.

He doubt he could even think of this life as a curse when the great spirit himself had seemed to place his permission to him living longer than any of his kin, before and since. Yet somehow he doubted that his life was to be as simple as that, it probably had to do with his abilities that let him understand the creatures of the forest. The teachings of his Grandfather of herds and medicines. How to hunt from his mothers brother. So many people had taught him so many things in his life. And he wondered at times to what reason the blessings and skills he possessed were for. Was their a purpose to the gift he had been given had it been fate that he survived the fight with the man wolf so many years before.

So it was that he found himself hovering over his mate, her eyes seeming to shimmer in the dim lighting that was part of the grotto. The gold tint to them, so unique had always drawn him in and was in his opinion one of the most intriguing aspects of his mate. Her singular eyes that surely belonged to no mortal but her. She was a being of such Grace and beauty that he could hardly describe her in any simple word, and it was impossible in the limited language of his ancestors.

"I've been thinking about the things your mother told me in the clearing the other day. She said something about a fertility ritual, but I've looked all over for any shred of information on a fertility ritual. I can't find a single thing."

For a moment Angel simply lay above her thinking about it, but try as he might he could think of nothing in his knowledge that lead to any sort of Fertility treatment. It wasn't something that he was taught as he was a male of the tribe, not a female. Their were very specific roles in the tribe, the hunters hunted and fought. Others each had a specific skill and trade and they focused on that trade for their lives. He simply didn't know of any form of herbal remedy that his grandfather might have given women that might want to conceive. In all honesty though the idea of even performing was something that was coming harder and harder for him. Her parents and Dawn all were pushing for them to have children... Dawn had gone so far as to force him to take time off when Summer was ovulating in order to give them time to mate and make children.

In his tribe, as he grew up while new life was generally looked forward too it was not something everyone pressured couples into. It was figured that when the time was right the Spirit would grant them a child. Their as such was no reason to worry about a child, after all if you were meant for one you would end up with one. It was a thought he had often wondered how was it that they had spent so many years together and yet never managed to create a life with each other. Was it performance jitters on his part. Being unable to complete the task at hand. He honestly didn't know.

"Maybe..... maybe we should just stop thinking about it. We put so much pressure on each other. Maybe it's best if we just don't think about it and just... make love."

“I can agree with that... Though I think your parents and Dawn put more pressure upon us than we put on each other...”

He replied light once more his eyes leaving the stars as he rolled over to face her. To take in the endless beauty that was his mate... yes he admitted in the corner of his mind, this maiden was the one that he was meant for and without this gift of Lycanthropy they would have never been able to find each other and find a moment as this one. Part of him wondered if it was a something that she wished right that moment. If her thoughts were suddenly skewed towards something other than a roof top chat. Though after the day he had gone through he would like nothing more than to feel her against him. Whether in the shower... Which he likely needed or in bed... He simply needed to be reminded at times that he had her, that she was always going to be there. Especially when the thought of his mother came up... It always brought back memories of being human of trying to protect his mother and failing... even knowing that she was in a better place it was hard to actually see it, when he had failed in the one thing that had meant something to him.

[Summer Fraisure]

Summer just laid there, contently nestled into his arms. She studied him for a moment, thinking about the other day. Summer never got a chance to meet Angel's family. They were human. They had died long before by the time Dawn had introduced her and Angel. She would have liked to get to know Angel's family very much. She ran her fingers along his chest thoughtlessly as she laid there next to him. "She was very proud of you. I could see it in her eyes the other day." She murmured tenderly as her fingers circled over his skin tenderly. "I wish I could have met her." She did. With all her heart. She wanted to know the people that her mate came from. That her pups would come from. She always had so many questions about his family, but she never knew when was the appropriate time to ask.

She smiled weakly when Angel pointed out that the pressure they were put through was more so from Dawn and their mother. She could understand how Angel felt. They meant well. They really did. They wanted Summer to be happy, and even thought she was a part of her was saddened. A part of her wanted pups so badly. A part of her was... confused, frustrated, and upset that her and Angel had yet to have pups. And she was pretty sure that Angel was feeling similar feelings. Obviously something was wrong, even if both of the island doctors said the two of them were healthy. They should have had at least one frolicking around the apartment by now. Maybe another on the way. She met his gaze for a moment and laid a tender hand on his cheek. "They mean well." She murmured softly as her free hand ran through his silky locks softly. "They only want us to be happy." She murmured softly as she closed her eyes and looked up to the sky.

She studied her mate. Her man. The man who protected her and made her feel protected. She didn't know what she would do without him. Actually... she did. She would have been miserable without him. She wanted a big noisy family, and the first step to that was Angel. Her mate. Not just her mate, but her soul mate. Most lycans mated for life, like wolves did. After a hundred years together she knew he was her soul mate. He knew when she was upset, even when she hid it from him. He knew how to perk her up and make her feel better. He took care of her when she was feeling ill. He went out and hunted to keep food on the table. She smiled faintly at all the memories they shared over the last century before she sat up on her elbows and brushed a kiss over his lips. "What do you say to a nice long, hot shower?" She asked gently, those golden pools twinkling with playfulness. She had more than cleaning up in mind as a matter of fact. They hadn't made love in the shower for a while now.

[angel]

Such a long life lived, his mind rippled with the thoughts of all the things he had gone through. The battles he had faced and the scars he bore, yet all of what he had done, had accomplished was nothing if not for the woman that was beside him. He could feel his eyes drift close as he lay their just letting the smell and feel of her presence wrap around him. It was a relaxing feeling for him, the stress of the day, the things he had to do slipping away with the touch of her hand as it ran along face to rest for a short moment upon his cheek.

"They mean well. They only want us to be happy."

He knew this, he understood it as thoroughly as she did, though he wondered if perhaps he put more pressure on himself. He knew how badly she wanted a child he could see it in her eyes when they went some place when she was at the palace and saw the Duke's daughters with their mother in some random corner as she sought out her mate or sister. Though it was only rarely that she came to his work to seek him out. On the other hand he rarely gave her reason to... or at least tried not to.

“I know, Love”

His words were an octave above silence but he didn't need to worry about her not hearing him. She was simply close enough that even without the heightened senses that came with being a Lycan she would have been able to hear the near silent words that slipped from his gentle lips. He could feel her eyes on him, studying him, he didn't know how he knew she was looking him over as if to check for some part of him she hadn’t already stored into his memories. But he did, it was probably the same as how he knew how badly she wanted to bear him more children than he could imagine.

He wondered if they would ever be able to take the pressure off the need to have children, sure he wasn’t sure if a lycan could go through Menopause, but then again it was possible that no one knew the answer to that. Lycans had the potential to live very long lives given the right environment and the right actions. Some times he wondered if perhaps it was past the point for her. Yet according to the doctors she was still on her cycle regularly. He could even vouch for that as he could tell when she was capable of taking with child. Yet somehow... he had failed her, time and time again over the years. He was sure it had to be be something wrong with him. His thoughts whispered off as he felt something so thoroughly hers that it broke all thoughts from continuing. Her gentle lips against his own for that moment. He opened his eyes to see her form hovering over him.

"What do you say to a nice long, hot shower?

The blanket having slipped slightly to allow him to realize what he was already sure of. That beneath the covering of the blanket that coated her silken skin nothing was upon her skin. She knew what his answer would be. How could he deny her any such token moment. To deny her the chance to touch him and ensure that he had come home fully from his day at work. Grinning he pondered sprinting as a child would to the bath. It was a childish thought he knew but sometimes she made him his feel like he was a good century or so younger than he was. It was a short moment that he lay pondering the request of hers. Though it was with no need for thought that he grinned mischievously at the lady that had such through control of his mind and emotions that even the doubts of his mind could be laid to rest with a simple touch of her tender lips pressing to his own.

It was with a grin and a wink that he sprang to his feet and proffered to her one of his hands. Oh he knew he would likely just pull her strait from her feet and carry her to the shower, but that didn't mean he shouldn't be gentle and help the lady to her feet before he started carting ladies about in his hands.

“Shall we mi'lady... I think there is a gentleman awaiting your... personal attentions...”

He stated with a childish grin across his face...

[Summer Fraisure]

Golden pools studied her husband at his softly spoken words. She felt like there was always something new to commit to her memory. An expression on his face, like the one now. She wasn't stupid. She knew he blamed himself. She wished he wouldn't because it obviously wasn't him. Both of the Dr. Alders stated that Angel and Summer were in perfectly healthy reproductive health. Summer just worried that there would come a point when she was too old to have pups. What if that's exactly what would happen? What if she never got the chance to have pups. She closed her eyes and took a few soothing breaths, running fingers through Angel's hair softly. They would have pups. They just needed to take the pressure off each other. They needed to think about themselves for once instead of conceiving pups. They needed to focus on their own needs instead of each others. She knew that was difficult, but clearly it wasn't time for them to have pups. When the time came she would have pups. She hoped.

"I love you, Angel." She murmured to words ever so softly as she wrapped her arms around his neck in a bear-tight hug, ignoreing the fact that her blanket had fallen away from her, leaving her bare to him from her bust up.

A girlish giggle escaped Summer's lips when he jumped up like a child who was just told they were going to the candy shop. She grinned up at him brightly as she laid there, partially exposed. She loved his enthusiasm so much. There were times like this where he acted like a child, and it always brought the light into her eyes and smile on her lips. Oh, how she loved him so much. She loved everything about him. Even his refusal to wear normal clothes and his insistence to talk to the animals. It was who he was and that's what made her fall for him.

A slow, easy smile spread across her lips at Angel's response. She smiled and took his hand, slowly rising. She let the fur blanket pool to the floor around her ankles, leaving her standing there in the moon light with nothing on but the skin she was born in. She supposed deep down inside of her, a part of her enjoyed going without clothes. When they were in the privacy of their home, with no chance of being interrupted by anyone, she liked to just walk around naked. A knowing grin spread across Summer's lips when he replied. "Well... I can't wait to meet this gentleman." She murmured softly as she moved in and pressed a tender kiss to his lips.

[angel]

Their were few people that could say that they had a man wrapped around their fingers, so thoroughly that their was nothing that he would not do for her. In many ways he thought of himself as hers. He could find him thinking at moments like these as if he was their because she had made it so. That without her permission he would never have deserved the beauty that she was. Yet here he was in the presence of the one that gave him a reason to wake up. To stand in the morning and go to work for it was she that gave him that reason. The glittering golden eyes had always captivated him. He could sit for hours just staring not saying a word just studying the sculpture of perfection that was his mate.

"I love you, Angel."

It never mattered how she said the words, or even why or how... every time, every day since that first time she had whispered them into his ears he could feel his heart stop only to beat that much stronger in his chest. It didn't help that with her bare arms around him that he was literally wrapped in a cocoon of her scent. Her touch, every part of his world at that simple moment was her. The grass beneath them the light of the moon cascading down upon her tanned skin. It felt all too good to be near her to hear the brush of her words to know that somehow she was as much a part of him as his leg was. That without her he would be much less of who and what he was at that moment. As if everything he had ever done would have mattered less if not for her.

As he rose from the earth like a pup a hundred years younger he wondered how it was that such simple words could lift his spirit from all the negative thoughts that would so often plague his mind. Yet it did, every time she spoke them it was like a jolt of electricity scoured the very idea of not being good enough from his mind. For she had chosen him, she had given him more than he had dreamed and made what had once been a curse into a blessed gift. He could only stand and stare as he waited for her to decide to stand. The touch of her supple and smooth skin running against the rough skin from hours of wielding weapons and the callouses that formed soon after. Using his own body as a pillar to pull herself to her feet and letting the shroud that was coating her tanned skin.

He could help but star, her nubile form rising towards him as with the light of the moon he was able to watch the muscles of her abs and legs shift and tighten as she rose. Her full lips a wide easy smile as she moved closer to him. For a moment he even forgotten to breath as he realized that she was one of those women that could have been considered a goddess from the heavens in some cultures in ages past. Her dark hair cascading down her back and she could fell her breath as she replied to his spoken words.

"Well... I can't wait to meet this gentleman."

Their was a moment as she spoke the words that he wondered whether she was going to drag him to the bathroom in a daze created by the scent of her whispering across her flesh and striking his sense of smell. For in many ways she was stunning. A woman that could tame a man that many would have coined a savage in times gone by as he felt her full lips press into his own. The tast of her pulling his body to reply as his hand slid along the skin of her hand that had helped her to her feet. He could feel the press of her supple form against him the touch of her against his hands as he wrapped his hands around her form letting them run through her thick mane and down to her slight waist. His hands gentle as they cupped her derriere and pulled her from the earth. To allow him to stand at his full height. His hands supporting her weight as he tried to decide whether to take her to the stairs or to simply enjoy the moment and try to take in the touch and feel of her. The only thing he wished other than the touch of her was to feel the press of her against his skin. Even so he couldn’t help but moan lightly as he held her captive in his arms suspended from the ground beneath them.

Eventually though the kiss ended, and he wasn't sure but perhaps the world would eventually stop spinning if he tried to breath. Then again, he hardly doubted that as he took in the sight of his mate. He knew that it was possible that she wanted him to pick her up like this and had kissed him knowing how he would react to her lips and that he would pick her up and not put her down until she made him or he decided to pull her into bed with him. Licking his lips he stared into the deep loving eyes that seemed to beckon him to stare and he tried to find the the english language while somehow skipping over if the first few tries and uttering a few phrases about her beauty and the feel of her lips... or at least tried to but their were limits to his language as he eventually unscrambled his testosterone crazed mind to speak english to her.

“Love... what was it we were doing?”

He questioned having drawn a total blank as to the exact purpose to him having stood up in the first place. Blame the feel of her lips of his own enthusiasm but he had totally drawn a blank as he moved his lips to taste the flesh along her jaw before nipping lightly at ears.

[Summer Fraisure]

Summer let out a low, playful growl as she felt his hard, calloused hands run along her soft, ample bottom and hoist her up so that they were at a level height. A soft shiver coursed through her body as his hands held her close to him. She loved the feel of those hands on her. The way they ran over her skin. They made her feel desirable. They made her want to be ravished by them. They made her quiver and shake as they left a trail of fire along her skin. He made her feel all of those things. Even in the way he looked at her with those dark, desire filled eyes. It gave her chills. Her eyes fluttered shut as his lips brushed over hers. She welcomed the touch. She pressed her bare form close to his, wishing that his shirt wasn't blocking his muscular body from her bare skin. She unfortunately broke from the kiss, pressing several tender kisses along the corner of his mouth and jaw. She could have just sat there in his arms, pressing kisses to his skin tenderly all night.

A soft chuckle escaped her lips at his question. She loved doing that. Knowing she had the power to make him so dazed and confused just by a simple, hot, hungry kiss. It was certainly a formidable tool when she wanted to butter him up or when he was upset with her. She grinned down at him and ran her fignres through those dark, silky locks of his. The shower, amor. We were going to take a shower. " She murmured into his ear softly, pressing a kiss to his lobe before nibbling on it teasingly. She was starting to think they might not make it to the shower at this rate. "You do remember the way to the shower, don't you, Angel?" She asked teasingly. Of course he knew the way. The just wanted to pick with him a little. He always got foggy minded when she gave him kisses like that.

She grinned at him softly stroking a hand over his cheek softly and running her fingers through that silky hair once more. She loved to just run her fingers through those long locks. They were so beautiful. She could just run her fingers through it for hours, and often did when they were just laying in bed talking. She knew she fussed at him about wearing it so long a lot of the times, but at least he tied it back during their more formal goings ons. She grinned softly, twining the hair around her fingers.

[angel]

Precious, such was the gift of life, it was the belief that time held meaning that you would die in less than one hundred years. Oh it was not to say that year was a word to him so many years before but rather the cycle of the moons that had been so important. How many moons had it been he wondered. Since the thought of death had honestly been something that he wished for. Since meeting this woman the thoughts of the man that had been had slowly washed away and what was left was something more. Sure their were little pieces of that heritage left. His mind, at times the way he talked or even viewed things. His long dark hair and even his eyes. All gifts from his people and yet times had changed and he had never done so.

Yet his life had, all around him he could tell that his life was far different than it had been. He could remember his mother cooking over flame, riding a horse over the plains as he hunted the buffalo that had vanished with the coming of the iron horse... The train as the white man had called it. Yet he clung to his old heritage, as if afraid to move on, he knew that no scalper would come upon his glorious death in battle and yet he fought the change even as he wondered why this woman, the one that rested against his form. His hands holding her against his leather clad frame.

If not for her he would still live in the woods cowering from the change of time in a teepee, yet here he was in a home with a woman that had chosen to make a life with an understood indian. A native that was only part native in heritage for his father was white as the beach sands. It was why he was hers, she had shaped him and guided him from his place of cowering and gave him this life and all he wished was to give her the child that she dreamed of. That each of them dreamed of. Her touch was something that he had not, and would not or in his mind could not ever tire of. The touch of her silken skin as it ran along his own. His slender fingers knotting in his hair.

Often as he lay staring at the sky with her curled against him he wondered if it was the life of a warrior that he had been meant for. Battle not a thing that he enjoyed as time trickled on and things changed. With every flip of the hourglass something more changed about the world and the idea of combat changed once more. When once he would have ridden a horse and used a bow, now it was his hands and often a gun that was the deciding factor.

Time... it changed all things, except one... her touch could still leave him feeling like a newborn pup seeing the light of day for the first time. Her kiss could often make him stop and just listen, and trick him into some new thing. She was the most distracting, sensuous woman that he had ever in his life laid eyes upon and had he known upon their first meeting what was to come, he would not have allowed her to leave so easily as she had.

“The shower, amor. We were going to take a shower. "

The words whispered upon his ear as he felt her fingers slip through the long hair across his back and he wondered if she liked the hair. Wondered if all the time she spent trying to change him and get him to wear normal clothing, or to cut his hair was a simple act to see how far he was willing to go for her. To what degree he would allow her to control his actions and life. Yet on the other hand she seemed to enjoy the touch of his hair the way it seemed to mingle with her own sensuous tresses as the cascaded down her bare back. It was a gentle reminder and one he needed to get his mind from the places that she could send it cascading to with the feel of her lips upon him. The gentle tug of her teeth against the sensitive lobes of his ears. He nearly forgot what it was he was trying to do again until she whispered again, letting him detect the unique tone of her teasing voice.

"You do remember the way to the shower, don't you, Angel?"

“That depends... you keep teasing me and kissing me like that I might forget where the stairs are... I'd rather not forget their location... again...”

He replied teasing back as he remembered a particularly enjoyable kiss that had left him dazed to the point that he ended up falling down the stairs... of course that was when they first put up the roof top hide away. That and he honestly had forgotten their was that first step... as he began to move his arms still wrapped around his mate as he moved easily and lightly across the ground and towards the entrance to their home and private quarters. Of course then their was their bathroom, where she wished him to take her, oh he knew she probably had all sort of ideas as to things to do to and with him, and he was sure that telling her no was about as likely as himself finding himself human again. So he ended doing the smart thing and carrying her across the threshold and into their bathroom...

[Summer Fraisure]

Change was inevitable. There was always change. Even in lycans. Angel however, never did much changing. Summer had made a few half-hearted attempts at it, but she had always loved Angel for who and what he was. She did get him to live in a house instead of a teepee, thank luna, but their bedroom ended up taking on the appearance of one. A much less draughty one. She didn't mind that though because she understood her mate. He was used to things being a certain way. He was used to a much more primitive way of life. Summer could understand that, so she made a few changes for him. Because she loved him. She expected nothing in return from him. So long as he was happy, she was happy.

She had wondered many times what it had been like for him. To have to leave all the people he loved the traditions and culture he was so used to. It couldn't have been easy for him. Especially knowing he would outlive his family by hundreds of years. That's part of why she changed for him. Why she gave him things he wished for. Because she didn't want him to feel that hurt. She thought of the clearing. Of the eagle, who had turned out to be the spirit of Angel's mother. Summer wished she could have gotten to meet Angel's parents. His family. She wanted to know them as he had.

She grinned faintly at his teasing tone and flicked a finger down her nose. "Hey... it's not my fault that you can only think with one head at a time." She grinned playfully as her legs gently rose and wrapped around his waist lightly. She remembered that night. They were basking in the final product of the bedroom and private porch. She had been so happy that she pressed a good, firm kiss to his lips in congratulations. She remembered making love to him that night too."No tripping down the steps this time." She murmured playfully as he began his descent down the stairs to their bedroom. Her lips took his softly as he walked through the room and crossed the threshold of the bathroom. She smiled at him with a rueful grin and softly lowered her feet back to the ground. She ran her hands along his chest before she slowly backed away to the shower, turning it on with a grin as she met his gaze.

[angel]

For so long as he had known her, he had always sought to gain her favor, it was impossible to understand what it was about her that had drawn him to her. The glittering of her eyes in the light of the moon. Or the gentle curl of her full lips as she grinned at his words. Oh he was certain that she remembered the haphazard tumbling journey down the stairs that night many years before but it was simply impossible to ignore the way her finger touched her nose daintily as if she was deep in thought.

"Hey... it's not my fault that you can only think with one head at a time."

He frankly could only reply to that with a simple grunt, even if felt her wrapping herself around him and it was a troublesome task to even maintain focus to gain the steps. She did have a way with her, he was the first to admit to draw him from the shell that he so often pulled over himself. As luck would have it he managed to find the stairs and even to remember that first step as his hands slid along her bare skin for that moment as he crossed the privacy of their quarters and into the decent sized bathroom that stood attached to their private domain.

The Bathroom they stood in was hardly bright the lighting muted and soft causing the edges of portions to blend to together into something unique and well crafted he could feel her legs slip from his waist as his stood his hands still around her not wanting to allow her to escape his touch as she gave him a grin that belied the fact that she disliked being away from the touch of her mate. Yet he found himself staring, gawking at her shapely figure as she walked hips swaying from the point she had escaped his grasp till she stood before the large shower. Large enough he reminded himself to give both of them enough room to shower with space to spare.

He could only watch as he hand touched the polished brass of the shower fixture to allow the cascade of water to fall upon he already bare skin. Caressing the skin of her as it fell and his eyes locking upon hers, somehow hungry. He knew she was moving the way she was on purpose, deliberately calling to the animal hunger that always settled in his belly near her. Fingers shaking he tried to release the leather bindings that held his vest to his skin. Slowly he managed to get out of the vest, the leather falling gracelessly into a pile upon the pristine floor. A lump of brown the seemed to be out of place as he took a step forward. The grin on her rich full lips inviting and teasing him as she watched him. The hard muscles of his chest and arms rippling as he moved the tight abs and the twisting lines of ink that took up an entire muscled shoulder and a portion of his brawny scar coated chest. His steps were shaky, distracted as he barely managed to kick the moccasins from his feet.

It was in this state that he arrived at the edge of the shower area. His eyes still roving across her form, noting the individual rivulets of water rippling across her tanned skin. He couldn’t help but admire her. She was stunning, in any way he could imagine and more than that she had chosen him as a mate. Had it ever been up to himself he would likely be cowering in the woods avoiding the possibility of having a life, moping about being cursed and being otherwise profoundly pessimistic. Yet here gazing upon her his dark eyes smoldering with barely contained need he could realize that without her in his life he was nothing, less than nothing perhaps. Another step and the splash of water rebounding from the tile floor slapped against his bare chest as it began to spray upon his breeches.

He found his throat dry, it reminded him of the first time they had gone out, how he had sat unable to speak afraid to even glance upon her as fear encroached that she was but a simple mirage brought about by the loneliness of his forlorn mind. And yet he kept stepping forward drawn to her as if by a magnet. Each step causing the spray of water to reach higher upon him as he closed the distance. The water rippling across his chest finding paths through the defined shape of his pecs and abs as their twisted upon their journey to the floor.

[Summer Fraisure]

Deep brown eyes watched intensely as his large hands reached up, struggling with his vest. She may have moved in ways she knew would tempt him and hunger his inner wolf more and more, but her own sister wold called to her for her mate's companionship. He was not the only one who hungered to feel what he always made her feel when they mated. She could feel the desire fluttering up in her stomach, taking in the way his eyes met hers, filled with hunger and want. Desire and need. She matched his gaze as he slowly trailed closer and closer, shedding his clothes.

Summer watched him curiously as he came to the edge of the shower. She stood there under the water, enjoying the feel of its warmth as it cascaded down her body like a waterfall. She watched her mate thoughtfully as he decided to enter the shower still partially dressed. She couldn't help but laugh at him, shaking her head softly. She moved to him, pressing her naked bodyto his gently, watching water stream down his chest, between the valley of the muscles. The water followed the rise and fall of his muscular form and her eyes roamed over his form. "You forget something, love?" She grinned and reached to the drawstring of his pants.

(fade to black)

( several hours later)

Summer roused on the palette her and Angel slept on. She could feel herself pressed up against his large, muscular form. She smiled warmly and nuzzled up before her eyes fluttered open. She watched him sleep for a moment before her hand lifted and ran through his hair tenderly. She looked to his chest and reached a hand to the scars of his past. Her fingers traced over his tattoos softly as she studies the scars before her eyes roamed to the tattoo. It was an interesting tattoo. She wondered about it sometimes. Why just one? And why only his shoulder? She didn't as of the time. She feared it might upset him. Some sort of thing about his past as a Native American human. She didn't want to upset him over it. He didn't remember some things about that life. It didn't worry her too much. Depending on the human the change caused a few memory gaps on occasion. And some of the lost memories were just because that had been so long ago. You forgot things as time progressed.

She looked up to his face once more and smiled, pressing a tender kiss to his forehead as she played with his hair, braiding some of it softly as he slept. It was still a little damp from their shower, as was hers she imagined. They couldn't have slept for too long, although she could sense that the sun would soon rise. She debated getting out of bed to start on breakfast, but she decided today would be her lazy day. She would open the store today. She really needed to think about hiring a couple of extra hands at the shop. The trick would be finding someone she could trust the shop to though. She suppose she could put feelers out about hiring extra help for the shop. Her and Angel could have more late mornings. Breakfast in bed. The thought put a smile on her lips already. She would wait for the sun to rise before she did.