Drowning Is Silent

Marley Nolan 23 Witch/Alpha "....so do you really think they'll hear you scream?"

[mare-nolan-blog]

[max-kingofthewild-blog]

“Damn. I’m not loitering. Parks sole purpose is to offer people the oppourtunity to enjoy nature…when there are high rise buildings all around it. Does it?”

[mare-nolan-blog]

“You’re lingering...very close to the East side of the park...” She muses, rolling her tongue lightly over her bottom lip before his words had her looking past the trees to the height of buildings she could see and she moved to sit down by his side and closely. “In my opinion it does but we might disagree on the ‘how-so’ specifically.” She tells him, nudging her arm into her best friend’s side before her chin found his shoulder, smirking a bit though because she never thought Max Parker would see her as oblivious. 

[mare-nolan-blog]

[seblevin]

Seb pulled down a bottle of scotch from behind the bar and poured a drink for somebody.  He had a charismatic grin on his face and was charming the crowd.  But damn he really needed a new bartender.  “What can I get you?  Perhaps a glass of glenlivet?” 

[mare-nolan-blog]

Her hands moved to tap lightly on the counter of the bar....pursing her lips for a moment as her eyes memorized the order to the selection of bottles on the shelves and stored it to memory. “Something to keep me busy, I was hoping. Restlessness is a problem of mine.”

[max-kingofthewild-blog]

“It wasn’t intentional. Really? That’s um…I mean, they’re ants. I could understand if they were those giant ants from South America that are super toxic but…the worst we have here are fire ants. We should hire and colony.”

[mare-nolan-blog]

“Yep, really. True story. Bitches be crazy. So what are you up to....loitering in parks? Surely London has more interesting things to offer than a tree.” 

[nyx-nolan-blog]

It was still all so goddamn surreal and she didn’t know that it’d ever sink in that she was the most blessed person in the word to have found her person, her mate, after all these years. That’s what she was- her mate, and no part of her doubted that in the slightest. Looking at her now, she couldn’t stop drinking her in, couldn’t stop seeing the woman that had held her heart since they were both little girls and memorizing the features that hadn’t changed- her eyes, her lips, her beautiful cream skin and her chocolate curls. They’d grown, yes, and there was no telling what all had happened since they’d last seen each other as children, but none of it would change how she felt because the ultimate test, time, hadn’t made her waver in the slightest. She didn’t lose her eyes as she felt Marley stretch her, not demanding or rough but slow and deep, and Nyx knew she was savoring that feeling just like Nyx was, whimpering softly and panting more as her walls flexed around her fingers. She wanted to feel her, all of her, and she tried to pull her closer as her own fingers pressed inside of her and God, that feeling was indescribable, taking her breath away as she panted against her lips. She wanted this, wanted her, needed her and she poured that into her hue as she breathed in her words, mirroring that smile that made her stomach twist and her heart skip before she breathed in that beautiful cry. “You’re so breathtaking, Marley.” she whispered, running her left hand into her curls to flex her grip there and keep her on her lips as she felt Marley’s thumb over her clit and her hips rolled more into her touch, whimpering softly and moving to mirror that movement, matching her pace and moving with her. Her breathing picked up more, a soft sheen already forming on her skin from how heated it was from Marley and she nodded stubbornly with her words, pulling her even closer and moving with her as they picked up their pace, pleasure racing through her veins. “You feel fucking amazing.” she murmured, though the words that followed had Nyx forgetting how to breath and had her eyes watering, her lip trembling softly as she nodded even more stubbornly. “Always have been…and you’re mine, baby girl.” she answered, whimpering again before she crashed into her lips and pumped faster into her tight pussy, rubbing against her top wall and circling her swollen nerve faster as her own hips sunk to take her more, crying out gently over her tongue with every roll of their hips. This woman was her whole entire world and she wanted this, wanted them, and her arm held her more desperately closer as their breasts grazed over one another’s, giving her more pleasure and making her harden for her more as  her grip flexed in her curls to keep her on her lips. “Cum for me, beautiful.” she whispered, still nipping at her lips and pressing soft, heated kisses to them in between pants as she held her eyes and moved faster, pressing her body closer and feeling her hips start to falter.

[mare-nolan-blog]

She was so blessed just seeing her again, so entirely; she hadn’t expected to find her here, to get to see her in this light not as a little girl but as the woman beneath her now. Nyx was still the same and yet so different but those differences were breathtaking and exactly what Marley always knew she’d be; beautiful...because she always had been, strong, God, Nyx was always strong and it was so amazing to see that strength and beauty in the eyes of a woman, the same eyes she’d seen it in as a little girl. Past that beauty and strength she could spend forever in awe of Nyx and she would, but a small growl formed in her throat too looking down at her because, fuck, she was so hot....sexy, a million words she’d never thought of as a little girl but they were all running through her mind now and she met her amber eyes with that hunger. She could see the way Nyx was looking at her too, the way Nyx made her know she was beautiful with just a glance, just a word, just a touch, how just an hour ago her mind was under the pretense that this woman was a stranger to her and Nyx wasn’t....she was everything, and in that look Nyx gave her to tell her she was beautiful she saw the same words passing through her mind that two little girls never would have thought of and her cheeks flushed so much hotter. This was her mate against her body, her fingers pumping into her, fucking her and rolling her hips as Nyx fucked her and she groaned against her lips as she raked her teeth over them, her hand flexing tighter with her strength over Nyx’s to keep her mate pinned even though Nyx made no move to pull away from her. Marley still pressed harder and matched her pace. “You’re so fucking hot.” She hums, breath catching hard in her lungs at the words she was given back and she whimpered for her, knowing she belonged to no one but Nyx and she never had. She was hers entirely and it didn’t matter how many stops they’d made along the way to getting back to each other, Marley wasn’t letting her go, not ever again. “Always....always yours.” She murmurs. “Promise.” Her stomach fluttered so wildly, overwhelmed in every amazing away a person could be. Nyx was here with her, she was gorgeous and breathtaking and panting beneath her, crying against her lips and Marley cried with her, sounds given to each other to say how good they felt and she pumped into her faster, locking their hips together and trapping their hands between their thighs as her walls tensed around Nyx’s fingers. Her thumb rolled harder over her swollen nerve, spreading slick heat over her clit as her own stomach tensed and flexed with pooled pleasure that hummed through her hips, chest caving more and her cries growing louder over her tongue before she heard her. God, just her voice and Marley’s hips were jerking against her, faltering as she succumbed to pleasure Nyx was pumping into her body and her pussy spilled slick heat over her fingers and left her shuddering so hard against her but she only pumped into Nyx faster, fucked her harder with every inch of their skin sticking to each other and making her feel so impossibly closer to her mate.

[mare-nolan-blog]

[nyx-nolan-blog]

She had always needed her, ever since she’d found home in Marley’s tiny arms and that hadn’t faded with all the years that’d passed since. If anything, it’d only grown more true and she tried so desperately to show her that, to show her that she was wanted and needed and God, she was loved, pouring that into her eyes now even as she moved with her to leave both of their bodies bare…especially as they moved to leave both of their bodies bare. She’d protect this woman always, she’d shield her and make sure she was okay and that she knew she was loved and nothing was about to stop her from being here every single second, making sure that her person was okay and knew how important she was to Nyx. Panting more against her lips, her eyes melted more with that growl, such a beautiful sound that made her relax impossibly more and she fave that sound back to her, protection for her as she breathed in their scent and felt her stomach twist more, wanting every single second with the most beautiful woman in the world, the woman in her arms. She wanted this, she wanted her, and she needed her, still pouring that into her eyes as she breathed in that gasp that she mirrored, feeling Marley’s slick heat against her skin and a low moan chased that sound, wanting to feel her even more. Her eyes drank her in, dark with need but still so warm with want and she heard her words that only made her melt more, holding her eyes and moving closer to kiss her lips softly. “I’ve always needed you.” she whispered, letting her see that truth in her eyes before pleasure had them falling closed, feeling Marley’s hand running to part her folds and she whimpered for her, her hips rolling up to find more of her touch. She was grateful for the way Marley laced her hand with her own again, flexing over her gently now and pulling her closer as her other hand traced over Marley’s hip and her stomach to slid between her person and her own thigh, spreading her heat lower to circle her entrance as she felt Marley press inside of her own, making her back arch so instantly as pleasured pain had her parting her lips silently. Her chest rose and fell more quickly then, so much beautiful pleasure racing through her veins and her eyes found Marley’s again as she pressed inside of her too, slow but strong to make her take her. Fuck, she was so tight and she whined feeling her wrap around her, her pussy throbbing for her and she rolled her hips to match their pace as she pumped more steadily, making her body take her and whimpering as her own tried to refuse her. Nyx’s head rose from the bed then to find her lips, crashing into them with hunger and love and she panted more against her lips from her pulse she could hear drumming in her ears, skipping beats for her person and racing faster for her at the same time as she melted to find the taste she knew but wanted to know so much better and her walls flexed more around her, savoring the feeling and dripping more heat to her bed.

[mare-nolan-blog]

She couldn’t believe she was staring at the same girl she knew all those years ago, God, in such a different light. Nyx wasn’t that little girl anymore. She was always beautiful but....fuck, her eyes ran over her body, exposed and bare on her bed beneath her and it was such a surreal feeling, looking at her and needing her, so entirely right. Hands ran over every curve of her body that they could find, tracing her and dipping her fingertips into her belly button just to run higher over her breasts before her lips wrapped around her nipple to pull her into her mouth. Blue eyes cast up on her amber, savoring every movement Nyx made, every small arch of her body and rolling of her hips, just watching the way her lips parted to release whimpers as she hardened against her tongue and Marley raked her teeth lightly over her. Her hand flexed over Nyx’s still pinned over her head, loving that she didn’t actually have to use her strength to keep her there, loving what that said....that Nyx was here with her on her own accord, wanting to be here with her. That was her person, this girl...this woman....was her person and she felt her heart skip every beat in between for her, felt her chest clench and her body ache for her knowing without out a doubt that she was looking at the woman who’d always been, and always would be, her mate. What was so beautiful is that Nyx looked at her like she knew it too, her words backing up that feeling and making Marley whimper against her breast as she moved higher to meet her lips and ran her fingers between her thighs to stretch her slowly, deeply to relish the feeling of Nyx’s walls trying to deny her and Marley didn’t break her, didn’t force her like she was a possession and something to be claimed roughly, not to hurt her. God, her eyes melted on her, pumping into her slowly and deeply and holding herself at her back wall for a moment with a moan just to feel the way Nyx flexed tighter around her, the way her walls closed in and shaped to her touch before she pumped into her again and crashed to her lips. She felt so good, Marley’s eyes burning at just how much as she kissed the girl who’d always been her home, her heart, hearing the words Nyx whispered to her in answer and feeling them resonate in every inch of her body. “You’re so beautiful. Always were but....goddamn.” She smiles, nudging her nose into hers and parting her lips more on a soft cry as Nyx ran her fingers between her thighs and circled her entrance, her thighs shaking against her, quivering for the pleasure she sent through her body as she stretched her too and had her stomach tensing on a low groan she spilled to her lips as her hips sunk to meet her, to take her, as she brushed the soft pad of her thumb over her clit, tracing her and memorizing her in a way she needed; she needed her. “You feel so good.” She could feel Nyx dripping down her palm, to her bed, and her skin flushed so much hotter, sticking to Nyx’s in every place their bodies touched and making her only press closer to her as she pumped into her faster and raked her teeth over her bottom lip. “You’re mine.”

[nyx-nolan-blog]

So much of her couldn’t believe that she hadn’t recognized this woman and so much of her was mad at herself for it, though she wouldn’t trade any of this away either. The feeling she’d had upon arriving in London was only remedied by Marley and she wouldn’t take that for granted, but she should’ve recognized her, should’ve seen her home in this woman who’d once been the little girl Nyx had called home all those years ago. She saw that look in Marley’s eyes and she knew it, she felt it herself and she wouldn’t hide that from her. She’d never hidden anything from her and she didn’t plan to now, only wanting Marley and everything she brought, every beautiful feeling of peace and comfort and home, of safety, and she wanted to give those things back to her. Moving with her now, she savored the taste of her lips, the comfort she gave her in so many ways without even knowing it probably, but Nyx wanted her to know and her body relaxed impossibly more under Marley’s, not submitting because Marley wasn’t asking her to or making her- they moved like magnets and they always had. She needed to feel her skin against her own, needed to breathe her in like she could find the last twenty years through scent, like she could map where she’d been and what’d happened and how she ended up here but God, most of all, she just wanted her in her lungs and she pulled in her scent, holding her tight in her lungs as she found her lips and she melted there, whimpering over her tongue and rolling her own forward to find more of her taste, to kiss her deeper and with the hunger that was growing impossibly more by the second while her hands found her skin and she pulled her closer, running her fingers up her ribs to trace the curve of her breasts while she shifted enough to help Marley free her from her own clothes, just wanting her, needing to feel her. Her breathing picked up more the more that she kissed her, the more that she felt her warm, soft skin on her own and she whimpered softly feeling Marley’s hand claim her own, following her guidance to bring it above her head before her back was arching into her touch, her free hand moving to flex over the denim on Marley’s ass, trying to bring her closer. She watched Marley, watched this woman watch her own movements and her heart melted for her, arched for her, while her stomach twisted and her pulse skipped, her stomach sucking in gently to her touch over her belly button before she was moving to try and help her and moving her own hand to do just the same. They both knew what they wanted and they both knew that it was each other, that they were it for each other and God, it was so beautiful to her how things could go without saying and how they were on the same page and she just knew it, could feel it and see it so plainly as she freed the buttons of Marley’s jeans and squirmed out of her own for her person, their scent meeting in the air and making her moan against her lips as she tugged denim down with strength. She didn’t move that hand that Marley had placed and she didn’t need to, free the denim from her legs and kissing her harder while her free hand ran back up her side to flex over her ribs, higher still to claim her breast and feel her harden for her. God, it made her moan to feel the way Marley’s body reacted to her touch and she rolled that tender skin harder, demanding more of her while her legs shifted enough to bring her thigh up between Marley’s to feel her, to feel heated skin against her own and to feel her pleasure  while she nipped at her lips and kissed her harder, kissed her with the twenty years worth of time that she’d spent missing her. Her hand slipped lower to guide her hips, to press against the small of her back and make her roll down against her thigh, moaning more over her tongue as she felt her heated skin already dripping for her and God, she needed so much more of that, of her, letting her hand slip down to her ass to flex her strength and roll her more while her lips fell to nip at her skin, soothing it with the heat of her tongue as she trailed down her neck to her breast, capturing her nipple and rolling it carefully between her teeth as she rolled her hips with her.

[mare-nolan-blog]

The world was shit more than it wasn’t, her whole life it had been and just the thought that Nyx was somewhere in the world, breathing and happy, just the mere thought that she was alive somewhere and walking the same plane Marley was....was all she needed to drown out the shit of the world, all she needed to not ever stop moving all the times she’d wanted to, to not give up all the moments when her back hit the wall and she couldn’t see which way to go or didn’t want to. The thought that Nyx was somewhere moving, taking steps, living in the same world that she was, was all she needed to keep living. She could have spent a million nights praying and hoping that she’d meet her again in this life but she never did, she never knew, she never thought about it that way no matter much she wanted to know her longer, know her more than the short years she had with her as a little girl; it was always enough to think that Nyx was somewhere, telling herself she would know if she wasn’t, that she would feel it if Nyx wasn’t with her anymore. That little girl was always with her and she never felt lost from her or truly lacking her and now she knew why. Looking at the woman against her body.....she was no longer okay just knowing Nyx was alive and breathing, okay; she was no longer okay just knowing Nyx was living in the same world she was...somewhere. Now she needed her alive and breathing in her arms, she needed her safe and okay in her arms, she needed her living beside her, living wrapped up with her, and God, her eyes tried to give her that. She wasn’t naive enough to think they were the same children who played, who spent days together and nights curled up with each other when they felt alone; she wasn’t naive enough to think they hadn’t grown or that there wasn’t a chance they were so completely different that they’d never work out, never make it, but fuck she wanted to know and she kissed her like that, kissed her like she needed to know and like she wanted nothing more than her because it was Marley’s truth and one that came so naturally and so resolutely. Marley shifted her weight carefully above her to help Nyx work down her jeans too but there was an unsteadiness too that can with the anxiety she felt for her, the restless and anxious kind that needed her and had her eyes burning as their scent stirred in the air and she knew.....she knew that was them, and she knew she wanted them. She wanted to breathe them in every day and her mouth watered, Nyx’s hands mapping her skin and making her shiver while she flushed impossibly hotter for her too and she kissed her harder, moaning over her tongue with a quiet growl that was just the beginning of the times, of the ways, that Marley would say ‘mine’. A gasp came as Nyx slipped her thigh up between her own, bringing her hips down against her skin and whining feeling just how wet she was for her as that slick heat spread to Nyx’s thigh and Marley’s hips rolled against her to give her more contact with her own skin, making her pant feeling her arousal wet against her skin, burning and making her mouth water impossibly more, her head falling back with a low keen. “I need you.” Her cheeks flushed with more heat and her left hand ran down the flat of her stomach, fingers trembling and a quiet rumble in her chest as she ran straight into the heat between her thighs to part her, her right going back to lace with Nyx’s still saving place over her head and she flexed her grip over her, finding her eyes as she dragged her fingertips through her folds to press two fingers slowly and deeply inside of her to hit her back wall, to feel her pulsing around her the way Marley was against Nyx’s thigh with her body watering more against her skin.

[corey-li-blog1]

“Too much tea like…too much Irish coffee?” she questioned, arching a playful brow at her mother before she nodded at her muse, but the words that followed had her shaking her head. “No, not the drowning part. I know that. I meant…what makes you say Detroit should be nuked?” she clarified, flexing her arms around Marley and finding her spot in her shoulder. “Scythe would be pretty cool. I should ask for one for Christmas.” she murmured, looking up to her mother with proud eyes. “You say that like you’re surprised.” she told her, moving with her and laughing softly at the awkward steps. “Mmm…something still bleeding and…macaroni.”

[mare-nolan-blog]

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. We rarely ever drink.” She smiles, which was in fact true....to an extent and she knew Corey knew better as well, so it went without saying. “Ooooooh, because I’ve never been in part of Detroit where I felt like I had enough sani-wipes to survive being there. I’m pretty sure slums originated there.” She muses, joking mostly, but not really. She mostly detested the city and every experience of hers passing through there was dealing with asshole locals in what felt like a post-apocalyptic atmosphere. “I would put that at the bottom of your list so it comes across more nonchalant, like.....slippers...a new blanket.....lime suckers.....oh and just a scythe, but it’s no big deal.” Marley peppered their daughter’s cheek with kisses the entire awkward walk to the kitchen, chuckling hearing her quip back at her and moving to release her just enough to pull open the fridge. “You surprise me every day, Corey Lennox.” She hums, canting her head looking at the food available in the fridge. “I would say sushi but...to be fair, I don’t think fish bleeds all that much....” Pursing her lips she at least started by pulling out a carton of limeade to set on the counter, only twisting off the cap knowing well by now that a glass would be completely ignored.

[max-kingofthewild-blog]

“I solemnly swear that I am up to no good. Except I’m just sitting here, enjoying this lovely weather. I might’ve squished an ant or two.”

[mare-nolan-blog]

“Don’t ever kill the ants. I had an ex who was idiotically and deathly afraid of them, like a little bitch, and I’m helping them plot murder.”

[nyx-nolan-blog]

It hit her like a ton of bricks, but God, it was the most amazing feeling and her chest caved in realization, in knowing this woman when she was a little girl. She knew these arms…the arms she’d called home so many years ago that still felt just the same to her now. She knew those eyes, those beautiful blue eyes that always showed her love and care and she met them now, seeing the tears that formed and she felt that same feeling as her arms flexed more around her home, wrapping her up closer and leaning her forehead into Marley’s. The words she’d given her- God, those words had stayed with her throughout her life, so simple but so beautiful too and the words she gave her now were no different, so beautiful but so simple and words she knew…while also being their truth. Goodbye meant forgetting and she’d never said goodbye to that little girl, nor had she forgotten her, always carrying her with her wherever she went and Nyx nodded stubbornly against her as her mind spun with all the ways this woman had once been the girl that she’d called home. They were so much more than friends, even then, and seeing her now it was no wonder she’d felt so drawn to her so immediately, how she never wanted to be anywhere but here, with her. It was no wonder and her mind swam with trying to figure out how she hadn’t noticed it before, how she’d failed to see the little girl she knew all those years ago. Nyx kissed her with hunger, with passion, with every beautiful feeling that little girl, and now, that grown woman had ever given her and her hand ran higher to tangle into her curls, keeping her on her lips and in her arms where Nyx needed her, where she wanted her. How she’d failed to realize didn’t matter now because now, she knew, and her heart swelled and skipped beats as she moved with her, loving this woman and loving the little girl that had stuck with her through everything, even if her name had gotten lost over the years, even if Nyx had forgotten just how breathtaking those blue eyes were, how breathtaking she was. She felt tears stream down her cheeks from behind closed lids but they were nothing short of happy, nothing short of beautiful for the way it was Nyx finding her home again and God, she wouldn’t lose her, she wouldn’t, not when she’d been on her mind for over twenty years. Moving with her now, she felt Marley’s arms support her, guide her, the way her littler arms had and she kissed her deeper, finding that taste she knew but wanted to memorize over and over and over again and she’d never stop memorizing her, every inch of her, holding her so much closer and feeling the way Marley guided their food and her drink away from her. She didn’t want any of it any more, only wanting the beautiful woman in her arms and she moved with her until she hit her bed, scooting back slowly and pulling Marley with her as she felt her lips find her throat. It pulled a soft moan from her lips, her breathing picking up and Nyx’s hand flexed more into her curls while her other slipped down over her chest to her stomach, needing and wanting her skin and she slipped her fingers under her shirt to pull it higher, pressing her lips to her temple and breathing in the scent that had been home since day one, holding it tight in her chest while her hand ran over the soft skin of her stomach, memorizing every curve and every valley, every inch of her skin. Her other hand fell gently from her curls to aide her other in raising her shirt more, her hands running over her ribs and back inward over her stomach before they ran higher to her breasts, tracing over the lace there and rolling her body closer to Marley’s,  while she trailed her lips lower to kiss her neck, to nudge her nose against her cheek and ask for her lips again as her hands slid back to pull at the clasp of her bra, freeing the fabric and moving slowly to pull it higher, only breaking from her lips long enough to free it from her skin.

[mare-nolan-blog]

She scolded herself, over and over again, and it was warranted, it was needed, it was so goddamn justified and Nyx probably saw it in her eyes the moment she broke from her lips. Marley tore her mind apart in that moment, she kicked herself down and she screamed and let the curses echo through her veins as her blue eyes moved over Nyx scooting back onto her bed, pained blue eyes on her just drinking her in. God, she had to be stupid and blind to not see her so clearly, to not see the same amber eyes, the same nose she kissed when she was little, the same soft dimples on her cheeks, those lips she’d wanted at the age of five and six and seven, eight without really understanding why but never questioning why her eyes couldn’t ever seem to pull away from them, couldn’t ever stop thinking about how soft they looked and Marley met those lips almost two months ago for the first time and she felt like she’d taken them for granted just for not realizing the woman in her arms was the very same little girl who’d been in them almost twenty years ago. She scolded herself harshly for the moment she needed to and then it was gone and she was moving with the way Nyx’s arms pulled her down with her to the bed, kissing along her neck so warmly and savoring it, relishing the softness and the taste of her that had her stomach stirring and her hands following paths they were screaming and begging for now. Her mind saw everything she wanted laying beneath her, and it was never the sense of power; they would never be beneath each other but side by side and that was the strength of an alpha, to know strength wasn’t in doing something alone but being vulnerable and exposed with another. Looking at Nyx her mind was swimming and her body humming as her hands slipped under the fabric of her shirt, needing to love on her skin, to map her and memorize her and the paths Nyx’s fingers took against her own body...Marley knew she wasn’t alone in that need, in that want, but rather matched so completely and the moment Nyx nudged her nose into her cheek....Marley’s jaw flexed on a whimper and she found those familiar eyes, those soft lips she wanted so much, her beautiful mouth. She melted slow and deep into her, tongue curling softly over the roof of her mouth and stroking hotly over her tongue before her hands running over her stomach had her gasping and panting harder, her fingers over her breasts that had her moving to aid Nyx in pulling fabric from her chest and over her head to drop aside and Marley moved with her at the same time to pull Nyx’s shirt over her head, fingers quick in freeing the clasp of her bra to work gently from her shoulders before that same hand claimed Nyx’s and laced with her fingers to bring them higher and pin over her head into the bed, flexing the strength of her grip just to leave her hand behind and trail her fingertips down the inside of Nyx’s wrist, down her arm to trace the curve of her breast and down over each rib. Her eyes couldn’t help but follow the movement, the paths she took across her skin, God, she needed to see Nyx under her touch as she circled over her belly button and the soft muscle flexed across her stomach, her hip bones only to pull so much harder in contrast at the button of her jeans so she could work them down as her left hand curled tightly in Nyx’s curls to bring her back to her lips, pulling the tight denim off her legs and just as quickly the lace she wanted gone and her scent kicked up in the air had her groaning. She knew the scent of her mate, her body knew, her mind knew, and her skin trembled for her as she crashed deeper to her lips.

[max-kingofthewild-blog]

“…what?”

[mare-nolan-blog]

“Careful, Parker. You sound guilty.”

[nyx-nolan-blog]

She couldn’t stop taking her in, and she didn’t want to, dark eyes tracing over her features as she wrapped her up more and listened to her words, her hue falling to her lips to watch the words leave her tongue. Nyx could listen to her talk forever, but God, hearing her now just…made her heart skip, pride forming in her eyes and she let Marley see it. “Exactly, and how does putting a collar on someone measure anything but physical strength? That’s the whole thing, right? Rip it off and you’re supposedly an Alpha, but it doesn’t make sense. The strongest person in the world could not be dominant, or could not care about anyone but themselves, but because they had the strength to rip the collar off, they’re an Alpha. And then someone with unending fortitude but no muscle would be stuck wearing the collar and being made to do whatever their owner wanted? It’s sick.” she mused,  shaking her head just at the thought and she dared anyone to try and make Marley break, she dared anyone to try to take advantage of another in front of her because she wasn’t going to have it and she knew Marley wouldn’t stand for it either. Nyx held her closer then, feeling her chest swell because it wasn’t about who was dominant in bed or in life or in any way. It was about who was a leader and who cared, who tried to help people and who had that general goodness even when the world was going to shit and that’s why Marley was an Alpha and Nyx’s stomach twisted so beautiful for her, making her swallow softly as she heard her and she nodded, shifting them through space to pop up right outside her place. She felt the way Marley didn’t move away and Nyx didn’t either, holding her tighter and kissing her jaw softly as she breathed her in, trying to make sure she was okay and she met blue eyes as they opened, Nyx unable to help the concern in her own just from the way they shot open but her words hit her square in the chest and…she knew. A little girl so long ago had said those same words to her and it had her chest caving, tears so quick to form in her eyes as her jaw flexed, her throat tightening but God, her smile spread for her, her arms holding her tighter as she rested her forehead into Marley’s. “You know that place between sleep and awake?” she started, remembering the words so easily, her favorite quote from the book just for the way it rang true. “The place where you can still remember dreaming?” she added, her voice just a whisper between them. “That’s where I will always love you…that’s where I’ll be waiting.” she managed, her voice barely audible but she knew those words and their truth and she couldn’t stop the soft cry that left her now, her throat tightening more because she knew that little girl…that little girl that was so much bigger in her arms now but still fit so perfectly, and Nyx kissed her…God, Nyx kissed her, having missed her every goddamn day of her life since the last time she’d seen her.

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Their conversation was lost from her and she couldn’t move, every inch of her body still in Nyx’s arms. She couldn’t even think about anything but trying to soak in the fact that the arms around her now....had possibly been around her before, though a much smaller ‘her’ and much smaller arms. It was such a reach to think she knew this woman but it didn’t really feel like a reach at all and the more her thoughts tried to soak in her scent and her warmth, the more her eyes tried to drink in her....the more she knew it wasn’t a reach at all. She’d spoken those words to a little girl so long ago and Marley had never forgotten them, knowing the little wouldn’t have forgotten them either and as she watched Nyx respond to hearing them, watched her eyes glaze over and the way she caved in the same way Marley did, watching the smile that fought back moisture in her eyes.....she knew Nyx hadn’t forgotten them; she knew Nyx had held her a million times before and Marley now had the most familiar person in her life back safe in her arms after so long. Her eyes had glazed over and they were swimming on Nyx so instantly, hearing the words that left her lips and knowing them. They were words she’d never forget but....more than anything she wouldn’t forget the way they were spoken to her, what they meant from the person who spoke to her with ease so simply and said so many things. Marley’s lips parted to release a harder breath from holding back a cry in her throat and she blinked to try and push tears back, disbelief coursing through her. It wasn’t in a bad way but....complete awe that she couldn’t fathom how she’d ended up with Nyx back in her arms and was wrapped up in hers and she moved enough to set her tea down to the table just inside the door before she was taking the bag and Nyx’s drink to set down too and then her arms were wrapping her up against so entirely, shaking her head in that sense of awe as her eyes burned more and her airway threatened to cut her off. “Never say goodbye because goodbye means going away and going away means forgetting.” She murmurs, meeting Nyx’s lips just as quickly and just as hungrily and that was a surreal feeling all on it’s own. Marley had kissed her, dozens of times before this moment now; she’d touched her with hunger and passion, with raw need and want and now her mind realized the depth of what this woman meant to her, how once upon a time a little girl had her been her safety and her home in the world and now she felt like every touch she’d placed on her body without that realization just.....wasn’t enough, wasn’t justice enough to how much Nyx mattered to her. It wasn’t just two little girls being inseparable little friends. They were never something so mundane and simple, so common. Images of her became blurry as she grew and as life happened, even her name became lost as a child’s mind loses many things but the essence of Nyx carried with her every single day since, the feeling of her, everything Nyx made her feel and she crashed to her lips, she kissed her, God, like she should have kissed her before, she loved her.....like she did so long ago. Arms flexed around her waist to hold her steady and she walked her back across the space and towards her bedroom, hands in need of loving her as she memorized the taste of her mouth all over again and she didn’t stop moving with her until she felt the backs of Nyx’s thighs hit her bed, lips breaking from hers to move tenderly down her throat as her right hand ran higher up her spine to thread into her curls. 

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mastergreyson3:

Greyson arched an eyebrow at the woman.  “Ah now see that’s not how I saw the encounter.  If that’s what she was doing, then I’d advice her to be more social instead of spending her time with her face buried in the computer.  I took her words to be critical and insulting.  If it was my misunderstanding than I’m willing to give an apology in addition to the one I offered her.  But if you and your girlfriend don’t care for my cafe, then there are plenty of other cafes in London.  But for the record, I don’t need your girlfriend to grovel at my feet.  I have plenty of people who enjoy doing that and do a very good job of it too.”  He smirked.  

She honestly couldn’t say that she didn’t believe what she was hearing, more sad really that it wasn’t surprising her, but she listened to the circle he talked himself in before she shook her head. “How about how she spends her time is none of your goddamn concern? How about you mind your own fucking business or don’t offer patrons refills, you entitled spoiled little fuck. Everyone has WiFi at home and I’d much rather watch her work naked. Some people work jobs like respectable people. I can give you the play-by-play of exactly what happened, since I don’t think you’re quick enough to follow simple things. Hi, would you like a coffee refill. Tea would be better. She doesn’t drink coffee, but then when she asked for tea you got pissy and or attitude retracted the offer because what? A customer, would just say yes to something they weren’t drinking, and don’t drink? In what fucking world? Apparently I need to add delusional to the list you’re already racking up in my head. Where was she critical or insulting by saying....I’d like tea, in answer to you offering her coffee? Where was she critical in engaging you in polite small talk by pointing out the obvious, that it was quiet in here and she asked if she was just an early bird being in here so early? That’s what being social is. Engaging conversation where you offered nothing to the conversation but offering her something she doesn’t drink and then being a dick when she stated she drinks tea. Quote; ‘Glad you’re enjoying the free wifi.  Want a refill of your coffee?’, Quote; ‘That’s what it’s meant for. I had tea, actually, but yes. Always this dead in here or am I considered an early bird?’ Quote; Insert your fucking eye-roll. You look like the douche because clearly it suits you and I’m not as polite as she is. It’s your social skills that are sorely lacking, or nonexistent. Where was the critical and insulting in that conversation? Because it was you, who added the critical and insulting when you rolled your eyes and acted like a dick, so I would say, anything critical or insulting from her that came after your poor attitude and rolling your eyes back into your head like an angsty teenager....was more than justified on her part.  You’d be lucky to have her at your feet so thank God she wouldn’t ever stoop so low to grovel at the feet of a complete prick you acts like a prick and then blames other people for him being a prick. Don’t worry. We’ll find those cafes and you’ll never have to see either of us in here again. You might have the respect of your little sex slaves but no respectable person would ever respect someone who can’t own up to their douche-baggery and mean it.” She couldn’t stand people like him, but he wasn’t all that hard to figure out; clearly a few complexes and probably feeling all kinds of misunderstood but if he wanted to treat Nyx like shit when she’d done nothing wrong, and then blame her when she reacted to him acting an ass....Marley didn’t give a single fuck about him and any potential for her respecting him was nonexistent. With that she moved around him, blue eyes burning into him and a lethal drumming in her ears that wasn’t safe for him...but she walked to the table where Nyx was and set down the tea cup she’d paid for only to pick up her laptop safely before she was taking her hand to walk out. She wouldn’t hesitate to step in when she saw people being rude and completely uncalled for, not just for Nyx, but for herself, for a stranger even. “Your apology isn’t needed, because you wouldn’t mean it anyways and the proof of that is that I had to just explain to you what you misunderstood and you still don’t get. I don’t take apologies from fake people and I won’t let her.”

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“New York, at least, for the more obvious reasons, but I could probably arrange a nuking of Detroit. Or raining of arrows. What makes you say that, though?” she asked, watching her mother take the wire from her hands but she moved to wrap her up too, burying her nose into her shoulder and hearing her words. “Anything’s a weapon if you try hard enough and, to be fair, some people deserve to lose their heads. Aimez-vous, maman.” she whispered, knowing the language and smiling softly as she held her a little closer. “Can we make lunch? I’m hungry.”

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“Obviously. Vacation one day, at the very least. I kind of like all the rain here and when your momma and I have...too much tea...we feel more inclined to pull out our fake accents and monocles, occasionally top hats. Let the arrows fly on Detroit. Cor.” She smiles, shaking her head lightly. “Because if I drown, it’s not me, it’s an impostor and thus you do deserve better.” Marley explains, flexing her arms around their daughter and peppering the side of her head with kisses as she hummed hearing French roll fluidly from Corey’s mouth. “Some people do but we can do better than a garrote, like a scythe. You say that like you’re never not hungry.” She moved to walk awkwardly with her, not letting her go as she walked her back towards the kitchen. “What are you hungry for?”

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Her smile spread warmly against the woman’s shoulder as she heard her, letting dark eyes flicker up to her before she felt her lips against her skin and they fell closed then, just breathing her in and…savoring that moment. “You don’t have to be quiet because I’d much rather be listening to you.” she told her honestly, truth in her eyes as she moved with Marley and she listened to her as she spoke again, shifting a little closer to her side and wrapping her up more. Nyx nodded stubbornly with her words, knowing that the person in question was entirely lucky to have both his life and his eyesight and she only nodded more as Marley spoke about the stigma with Omegas, and how the people around them considered themselves ‘Alphas’ for merely preferring to be dominant in the bedroom. “Reasons why, despite being a detective and fighting to bring the bad guys to justice, I’ve always preferred the villains. Without villains, or bad guys, or Omegas in this instance, they’re nothing. You can never have one without the other. No light without darkness, no good without evil, no yin without yang. Life is balance, and these people have no basic human decency for people because they see Omegas as 'beneath them’ for being 'weaker’ than them. The truth is, this whole Alpha and Omega thing is based around bedroom shit when true Alphas, like you said, are essentially leaders. They’re the people you turn to for guidance and help and they’d do anything for you, within reason. Not just who’s brandishing the whip and holding the leash.” she mused, pausing in her steps and pulling Marley gently to stop with her, just looking at her for a long moment before she leaned closer for her lips. The woman in her arms was a true Alpha and she knew it. It was so easy to tell and so easy to see that care in her eyes, the way she wanted to help…the way she had helped her, so many times in different ways but most recently when she was so entirely lost in a multitude of ways and God…now she felt found. She swallowed softly as she pulled away, hearing her and nodding on a soft smile before she stepped closer and wrapped her up, shielding her head and whispering in her ear. “I have seen my ass and I’m rather proud of it but your ass is way more amazing to me, and same. Stay really still for me, okay?” she asked, hugging her closer and searching through shadows that weren’t as familiar but…she knew the one she sought and she found it quickly. “And hang on tight.” she added, pressing her lips to her jaw and breathing her in as she shifted through shadow and the ground beneath them disappeared for a moment before they were hitting solid ground again and she opened her eyes just enough to make sure they were at Marley’s before she pulled back enough to look her over. “You okay?” she asked, running her hand softly down over her arm as she scanned over her features.

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The more she listened to just the sound of her voice, the way her sound wrapped up each word, the way she spoke and more importantly, what she said....the more her mind stirred to nostalgia, stirred to the feeling of home she hadn’t felt since she was a little girl. It was in everything she said and it pulled her eyes right back to amber hues each time, unable to look away from her for more than a moment before she went right back to what her eyes were looking for every time they weren’t on Nyx. “You keep talking too...” She murmurs, smiling and moving closer to her as Nyx’s arms wrapped around her and she nodded, looking at the other Alpha and knowing without question she was the epitome of one far more than just a kink. It was something most people in this new world and fight for power and dominance couldn’t understand because the concept of it had been mostly diluted and watered down to sexual preference based on personality, and that was fine, but it wasn’t what Marley was, and she knew Nyx wasn’t. “It’s been shredded down to sexual preference and I’m sure there’s Omegas fine with it, and I’m sure plenty want that, but what about the ones who don’t?” She muses. “Because not everyone would want that; I don’t buy that.” As an Alpha was she supposed to make another person submit to her? And what? Between Nyx and herself they were supposed to fight to make the other submit, break each other and overpower? It was never going to happen but there was something so beautiful to be seen in all of this, and it was the fact that neither of them wanted to break the other and overpower. God, Marley would get on her knees for her, she’d beg, she’d submit to her entirely and she didn’t have to question whether or not Nyx would do the same for her because it was something so beautiful shared and so entirely wanted; Nyx was wanted, and as Nyx wrapped her arms around her and pulled her closer, as she sheltered her...Marley had never felt more wanted. “Always still for you.” She answers, swallowing weakly realizing how true that actually was. Marley was never still, but Nyx made it easy, made her want to be and need to be and she turned her face into the warmth of her neck before she felt the world shift around them, expecting the disorientation but all she actually felt was the steadiness in the person holding her and Marley’s body relaxed impossibly more, her free hand flexing a gentle grip over the leather of her jacket at the small of her back and pulling in her scent before nostalgia slammed into the forefront of her mind with the world coming into focus around them again. Blue eyes shot open, bright and then weakening and she didn’t move for the way her throat tightened, instead running her hand up Nyx’s back and into her curls remembering herself as a little girl who wanted nothing more than to fly away from where she was and the little girl who flew her home. “.....Like Peter Pan.”