Poltergeist Tombstone;

Pads of her fingertips gently lingered. Ensuring the needed affirmation of his presence despite the gnarled, cruel whispers of doubt that dared to still fester her conscious. Fine hairs stood, otherwise goosebumps sending what felt like a long forgotten sensation down to her core. Poltergeist could feel the thrum of his beating heart, the heat of his flesh before ruefully met with the absent chill as she reluctantly withdrew her hand. He needed to rest and she could not bring it upon herself to be the cause of further distraction even if she could not in that moment, rightfully find the will to leave him be. I will. Came his promise.

Instead, the mattress groaned, agitated by the movement as the healer watched her husband pull away the neatly made quilt exposing an empty space at his side. … while we were apart I found out that I don't quite like sleeping alone. Poltergeist chuffed back that rare – albeit ever present – genuine laughter that threatened her vocals. He’d managed to get a smile out of her, lowering her head as if to hide such an expression. She would wonder if he was truly the fierce wolf she’d come to love and adore – when in truth he was as sly as a fox when it came to his words. Rest with me.

Lavender was met with deep, oceanic sapphire then to the vacant space next to her husband. “Alright.” She relented. “But just for a little while.” As she knew she needed to get back to her labors despite the fact that they could very much wait. Poltergeist then stood only for a moment before returning to claim the space in bed next to her bare-chested husband. She curled up next to him, offering gentle nuzzles against him; “Better now?”

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Poltergeist Tombstone;

She felt his arm snake around her, pulling her in flush against him. Warmth enveloped her as it did previously tangled in his embrace. It was moments like this, where time simply didn’t matter. Nothing else around them – mattered. After all that they had endured, all she wanted was to just simply remained wrapped by his warm embrace. Much better. Her blush-colored lips gently tugged into a bashful smirk. Even married, he still managed to make her cheeks flush as if they were new couples.

Poltergeist welcomed his kisses, craved for them even more. The healer in her wanted to protest that this wasn’t exactly what she meant by him needing his rest. All the same, there was another that brazenly longed for more. But that felt greedy, wrong even too. Gods I’ve missed you. came that husky tremor. Lilac gaze peered up from where she lay, snuggled warmly against her husband. “I’ve missed you more.” Her clothes felt, warmer – almost too warm and uncomfortable but could not find the means to protest or complain.

“How’s your head?” the question escaped, unable to restrain such habits as concern still bit at her nerves. It was just a hangover, though. She sought for his lips with her own with a longing gentleness, as those theoretical burning embers slowly begin to grow.

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Poltergeist Tombstone;

In her lilac eyes, he was true masterpiece. A delicacy that she could never get enough of. All the same, she questioned if she was ever truly worthy of his proud presence. Delicate fingers gently traced down the wall of his torso, outlining every fine detail of his well-worn canvas. Scars of old and new that told a plethora of his stories just as her own had. This was real—he was real which was that gentle reminder. The heat of his breath brushing against her lips settled the voiced concern while causing skin to pleasantly crawl.

Each touch was like a spark, a gentle clashing friction to kindle. The start of a flame with low-burning cinders. Enough to warm, gradually getting warmer and warmer. A wolfish coo bubbled from her throat in response grazing teeth upon her lip. A girlish gasp hitched her throat following the slight arch of her frame tilting upward, aligning with him. She felt her jaw inadvertently tighten in the gentle grind against him feeling the swell between toned thighs. Her tongue clicked against the roof of her mouth, biting back a hiss that threatened to escape upon the release of her lips. If you keep kissing me like that, little dove, I will fuck you.

He sent shivers delightfully down her spine whilst an impish tug of her lips curled. Or is that what you want? he went exploring, adventuring the clothes that dressed her yet still managed to find the delicate flower hidden beneath the wall of fabric. A heady shudder cooed in a heated exhale. “Is that a threat, or a promise love?” she retaliated back. One hand slipping down his toned abdomen trailing further before finding purchase of his hardened member with a careful ensnare of her digits in a single stroke.


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Poltergeist Tombstone;

Just yesterday, Poltergeist was in her usual habits, drowning in her labors while trying to block those perfidious noises that wracked her mind. Voices that no other heard, shadows and demons that did not catch the eye of others but only her own. All because yesterday she was to believe her husband was dead. No longer able to be wrapped within his warm embrace as she was in this moment. Swimming in the heat of desire beneath the sheets that otherwise remained unbothered.

Feisty sprite. There was curve to her lips in an impish smirk, a breathy wanting coo escaping. Where is my timid wife? “Trapped in these sweltering, suffocating clothes.” She stroked him once more following his sharp hiss. Poltergeist chuckled sheepishly which alone was a rare sound that seldom ever teased her vocals. His growl riled her, continuing her teasing efforts following the shift of his weight in response until she was met with a bruising kiss.

She reciprocated, tongues entangling and teeth grazing. Heart racing and breath laboring. Her hand slowly withdrew from its purchase only in hopes to wrap her arms around him with a deepening kiss. “Undress me.” she whispers in the brief moment to catch her breath.

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Poltergeist Tombstone;

He was the foundation upon which she stood. The sanity to calm the brewing storm that which often plagued her conscious whether he knew it or not. The tension that tightened muscle and joint had so seamlessly melted as she lay upon the sheets that were hardly touched – if at all used while she lay facing her king, capturing every waking detail she could marvel of him. From the enriched deep sapphire pools of his eyes to the messy waves of raven locks that seemed to compliment his five o’clock shadow. Old scars remained unchanged – if anything accompanied by some new. However, it was neither the time nor the place to raise concern now.

The single sweep of his thumb across her cheek sent delightful shivers down her spine all the while tucking away raven curls. Demure lavender gaze softened as she was met with his own, genial curiosity wondering what lingered behind his glacial stare. She wondered, if briefly what lingered within his thoughts. Though she dare not question in fear of it dissolving like ash after a dying flame. The fear that her mind was just as cruel to maliciously tease and that he was nothing more than the yearning figment of imagination.

However, it was the heat of his breath along the line of neckline and jaw as he whispered her name. “My raven.” provoked a shuddering exhale while subconsciously turning her head to expose more of her neck to him. She crooned in reply, seeking to wrap her freed arms around his sturdy frame whilst he worked to dismantle the very fabrics she begged to be removed. Chills crawled along flesh as her dress was shoved and she would effortlessly kick the remains away. Her scar-laden canvas otherwise bare, exposedfrom the plush, gently bouncing curve of her breast, the expanse of her stomach and down to bend of her hips.

While it was certainly not the first time, Poltergeist couldn’t help but feel a rattle of her nerves rising and heat surface her cheeks just as if it was their first night together once upon a time ago.

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