Who Knew (Angel)

[angel]

Some things matter more than others, in the game of life in the passage of the very time that seemed to matter little to most of the Lycan race those few moments of passion could hardly be forgotten of be put away as something less than special. An intimate moment with a loved one could hardly be cast aside as anything less than a good memory and a memory to keep and to cherish for a long time into the future. He could remember the night before the touch of her skin under him and the feeling of it. It had been to long or perhaps they had not been together enough for it to effect him as it always did. Either way sleep eventually came with her tangled up with him in their bed. The furs coating them and hiding their tangled bodies and sweat slicked skin as they had slept through the remaining hours of twilight.

As most things do, the night ended and with the ever increasing light blazed into the room he was slowly pulled from his restful sleep. He could feel her still pressed against him her bare skin lingering against him her smooth limbs wrapping around his solid and sturdy ones. He simply lay their, enjoying her presence, listening to the gentle murmur of her heart and accepting the fingers that ran along his bare skin. Tracing the tribal designs that wrapped around his shoulder reminding him of their meaning to him. He had searched far and wide for a design that would mean something though it was hardly from his own people or culture. After all his people didn't mark their bodies as such. Her breath was warm, and sweet as she took in the air around him her fingers lingering and caressing as they eventually moved on to run through the hair that fell down his back. She had always wanted him to cut it, and their had been a number of times that he had wanted to... yet he hadn't some piece of his past forced him to cling to the hanging blanket of hair that ran down his back.

He could feel her fingers moving as her mind wandered, thinking of what he didn't know. She had a habit of playing with his hair as he slept thinking he wouldn’t notice or that he was didn't feel the touch. Eventually he could not simply lay their anymore as the braid went farther. Instead he moved his hand along her form and pulled her to him. Letting his hands guide her to his lips to allow him to taste the flesh of the one he had been destined for. Eventually the lingering kiss had to end as he lay their his eyes opening to take in the beauty that was his mate. Somehow, even though few would believe it he found her more dazzling in the early morning light her hair mussed and tousled and her eyes still sleepy.

“I personally vote that we lay in bed naked all day and to hell to everything else... After all we never get a day to ourselves and your sister can't whine about me skipping work when I'm under orders to keep you in bed... or something like that.”

He said with a quiet rumble as he simply lay their staring at his mate. It still was a wonder to him that he had somehow ended up finding his perfect match in her. He would have never noticed it had they met any other way than the one they had met.

[Summer Fraisure]

Summer watched as his eyes fluttered open to the warm sunlight that filled the room. She grinned softly when his eyes finally fluttered open. Her hand softly stroked over his cheek as she pressed closer to him, finding comfort in the warmth of his skin. "Good morning, sleepy head." She murmured teasingly as her fingers ran through the braid she'd created in his long hair, breaking it apart as her fingers gently raked through it.

She laughed at his statement softly stroking her fingers through his. She would have loved to do exactly that, but she couldn't. Not so long as she had to take care of the store. She sighed and pressed her face into his large, warm chest, stroking her finger his hair still. Oh, to sleep in for once. That would be nice. She sighed at the thought as her fingers ran through his hair rhythmically. "I wish I could, but I'm meeting a couple of clients today to look over some new wares to sell in the shop. I can't blow them off." She said softly. Her fingers still played with his hair, enjoying the softness under her fingers. She knew she gave him a lot of hell about his hair, but it was only to teas she liked to play with slept. It was always amusing to watch what he would do when he woke with a head full of braids. She didn't really care if he kept it long or if he shaved it all off. She didn't love him because his hair was long or short. He could be as bald as a turtle for all she cared. She loved him because of who he was. The man he is.

She smiled warmly as her fingers ran up and down slowly till they came back to the tattoo on his shoulder, tracing over the black ink softly. She couldn't count the times in her life that she wondered what the ink that permanently marked his skin meant. It was beautiful, and she could imagine it was painful. Especially one as big as this one. "What does it mean, Angel?" She asked softly, studying the markings thoughtfully before her golden eyes lifted to meet those dark, chocolate pools of his. She loved those dark eyes. It was like she was gazing up into a big bar of chocolate. She liked to tease him about that. Say thing like " they're so gorgeous I could just gobble them up." She grinned faintly at the thought and pressed even closer to him. "I've never asked you before about the. I was afraid you might not remember, and I hate asking you about your past when you can't remember some things." She murmured the last sentence as her eyes fell to his chest, studying some of the markings thoughtfully.

[angel]

It was always the same almost every morning a desire to stay in tempered by her enjoyment of her work. One could only love her work ethic though at the moment Angel found it annoying... which he often did. He wondered if they would ever get a vacation. He pondered his Vacation hours piling up at the Keep and nearly laughed when he realized that he didn't think he had ever taken a vacation simply because Summer never seemed to take a day off. Some morning he would sigh it off but on days that he was supposed to stay home it bugged him that she was down stairs working... It was why he wrestled Bears and hunted as often as he did. Something to do while she was busy running the store.

"I wish I could, but I'm meeting a couple of clients today to look over some new wares to sell in the shop. I can't blow them off."

“You could... but your work ethic would never let you...”

He let his dark eyes look at her bright one's one of the many contrasts that stood between them, just like his dark permanently tanned skin and her pale skin that she was able to tan artificially. So very different and yet it was only in the moments that he was nestled up with her that he realized how complete he felt with her. As if some part of him was only alive in him in her presence. The heat of it all was a sudden blaze at her wandering fingers touch. He could tell her interest in the lines and markings of the tattoo that wrapped a portion of his chest, arm and shoulder. The dark lines tattooed upon his flesh a number of years before.

"What does it mean, Angel? I've never asked you before about the. I was afraid you might not remember, and I hate asking you about your past when you can't remember some things."

For a moment he thought about it as he leaned back into the bed, letting his mind wander to the things his grandfather had told him so long before. The symbols and their meaning. How each one meant something and that they were all important to different people for different reasons. He could even remember the day he had chosen to get them, early in his time on the isle he had drawn up the symbols and found someone willing to give him the tattoo. It was in a way a permanent reminder to his past, of where he had come from and who he was.

“Its a series of symbols, each with a specific meaning and a link or a purpose... The trick was finding a person that could place them properly. You see may grandfather was a Shaman, for my tribe... His father had taught him the path and my grandfather was to teach me... only I never was able to learn it all... The first I have marks me as a leader of my people, in a way it resembles a coconut's leaves... though I never thought of it before... the second is the sun, that brings to me good fortune on the things I do... It is to the sun that I thank for bringing you to me.”

He spoke calmly almost detached as he reminisced and remembered each tattoo and the trouble it had been to get them inked to his skin. It was before he had met her that the ink had been set to his skin and it was for a purpose that he really didn't understand as well any more as his fingers ran along her warm bare skin besides him. His rambling halting for a moment. Trying to find the way to describe the others as he did.

“The next is a series of swirls... It is a symbol for time, the past present and future and under my arm is transcribed its meaning, It changes in the place where it is found to be gone... the eyes are my ancestors always watching the path I travel and then there is the great eye, different from the others by the power it invokes... through it one can posses a spirit and intimidate an enemy... the face broken and marked as if by the teeth of a shark is my protector a spirit that is a symbol of strength and of my personal struggle. Then there is the priest that raises one to enlightenment and supernatural power under the eyes of the ancestors... Finally are the stone that are my foundation of achievement and Abundance it with it comes the right to speak for my people and too the leader of my people as an equal.... Then the shell of a tortoise... A protective shell to deflect dark and evil spirits...”

Finally he stopped and pondered what it all meant to him what it could mean to a purpose and to the future... In the end he could hardly keep in mind the individual patterns and what each meant let alone what it all meant as one. Sighing he pondered beginning the day, he would only be able to hold Summer to the bed for a short time more and from then he would have no choice but to do something...

[Summer Fraisure]

A soft sigh escaped her lips at his words. She knew he hated her work ethic, but she couldn't help it. She loved the shop. She didn't love it more than Angel, but it gave her something to do when he had to work late like he had last night. She stroked her fingers through his hair tenderly and nuzzled his jaw softly. "I'm sorry, Angel. " She murmurs softly, pressing a kiss to his throat softly. "I promise I'll close early tonight. You and I can sit under the stars and just relax. " She murmured softly, nuzzling her nose against his throat softly as her lips trailed along the pulse in his neck.

Her fingers trailed over each symbol as he spoke, taking in their meanings as he explained. Her head lifted when he said he thanked the sun for bringing her to him. She smiled warmly and stroked her hand up and down his chest tenderly. "Kind of funny considering I thank La Luna for bringing you to me." She smiled warmly and nuzzled her nose over his heart, her lips tenderly brushing over the skin that covered his chest.

Her golden eyes went back to the ink on his skin, permanently marking him for the rest of his life. She listened, nodding softly as he explained every element. Her gaze lifted once he finished and she smiled softly, brushing a kiss over the inked up shoulder tenderly. "It must have hurt something fierce to have all of this inked into your skin." She murmured softly, stroking her hand over his shoulder for a moment. She couldn't imagine the amounts of pain it would have been to have all that work done. Surely had had it added to as he went. Then again, Lycans were known to have a higher tolerance for pain, but still. Surely he did not get it all done in one sitting.

She sighed and shifted against him, pressing as closely as was physically possible. "Is it a bad thing that I want to stay here in bed?" She asked softly, nuzzling her face into his chest. She felt kind of bad leaving him to his devices when she had to go into work. That's part of why Summer wished Dawn wouldn't send him home with days off. Because she didn't have time to spend with him during the day. Maybe that was part of the problem with them. She never had time to just sit and relax at home. She was definitely going to have to find someone else she could trust the store with. Her and Angel just needed some time together at the house alone. Maybe once she found someone she could trust with the shop, the two of them should take a vacation.