it's been a while - - FENRIR

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anastasiya sighed as she grabbed a cloth and began to wipe down the wooden surface of the bar top. it was close to closing now, and there were only a few stragglers left behind in the modest little pub she owned. ana had come to learn who most of the people that came into her pub were - those who would stay right up til the last minute, and those who would come in just for a quick firewhisky... those who came in after work to socialise and those who came in during the day to gossip.

ah yes, that was a big advantage for anastasiya - she got to hear a lot of gossip. it wasn't that it mattered to her though, she kept out of things unless fights started - then she was throwing them out. but honestly, she didn't much care for who's wife slept with who's child..and who had recently been turned in as one to mix with dark arts. oh don't get her wrong it was interesting to hear what was happening, but for her she didn't find it relevent to her, and so she never bothered to think much of it.

she finished wiping down the bar top and started on the glasses, using her wand to wave toward the dirty glasses and send them into the dishwasher, lining them up neatly and starting the machine with one more flick of her wand. she nodded to a guy as he came up to the bar, grunting that he wanted another firewhisky. she sighed, grabbed one from beneath the bar and exchanged it for his money. not long now... a few more minutes and she could throw them out and have some peace - some time to herself..or so she thought.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] You're gonna catch a cold From the ice inside your soul The Words: 315 The Tagged: anastasiya demidova The Notes n/a It was late, beyond any reasonable time to head to a pub, but Fenrir didn’t care. He wanted a drink and he was damn well going to get it. Besides how could Ana refuse him. Sure he wasn’t the most affectionate guy, he could say he was the least affectionate guy in the world, but that didn’t stop his damn heart from wanting to love someone. Yes he loved Anastasiya, for reasons he still couldn’t figure out. She had given him one of his most loyal children, Zmeyette, and accepted him, all of him. Either she was a fool to do so, or he had been the fool to not completely settle down with her. Standing in the streets of Hogsmeade, he looked up at the Hogs Head sign. A light dusting of snow sat atop of it. He missed this place, he missed Ana. Damn it, he cursed himself, if he kept thinking like this he'd turn into a pile of mush. He was the most feared werewolf for Merlin's sake; he had a reputation to uphold. He turned; ready to walk away from the pub. He saw her through the opening and closing of the door. His Ana, working hard as always. All the times he had been in the Hogs Head, he had made sure she hadn’t been working those nights. Maybe it would be best for her if he left and never returned to her. She could have what others called a normal life. He'd take his children and leave her. He sighed, he couldn’t exactly do that, Zmeyette was very much a part of her just like he was. He sighed before making up his mind. He entered the Hogs Head and moved to the bar, sitting down on one of the stools. "One firewhiskey, unless you care to join me," he spoke to Ana, looking at her with longing. created by ADE! Pb-ified by WILL

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she heard the door open but she didn't glance up from wiping out a glass and turning to place it back on the shelf. there was still time for people to get a drink, so she could hardly tell them to leave .. yet. oh how she was longing to finish up already, she'd been behind the bar all day and whilst she loved her work, it didn't half get tiring .. and tedious if nobody interesting would happen to pop in whom she could talk to.

she saw someone sit themselves in a stool right up by the bar out of the corner of her eye, and she pushed back her long brown hair, put down the next glass she was wiping and made to take their order. One firewhiskey, unless you care to join me," her eyes widened as they looked over the familiar figures of the man she loved.. the man she had always loved since she'd met him despite everything. the man she'd had a child with.

it always hit her like a punch... seeing him after so long without him. it hurt every time he left, though she would never say, never beg him to stay like she wanted to...but he always came back...months later. she realised her eyes were still on him and she made herself blink and look away, reaching under the counter to grab two glasses. "two it is," she said lightly with a small half smile, filling them both and then nudging one toward him. "on the house." she added, glancing at him, drinking him in .. before taking a sip of her firewhisky and wondering what exactly he was doing here... to see her? or did he had an ulterior motive?

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] You're gonna catch a cold From the ice inside your soul The Words: 302 The Tagged: anastasiya demidova The Notes n/a Seeing her from afar never did justice to her, but up close she was still as breathtaking as ever. How was it that such a beautiful woman not even in her forties yet fall in love with him, an old werewolf? He didn’t even hide the fact that he was checking her over as his eyes slowly slid up and down her body. Had anyone dared to ask her out whilst he was gone, had anyone tried taking advantage of her. Oh he no doubt knew she could hold her own, but this woman was his, no one else should dare touch her...or even think about touching her. Sometimes he wished he knew Legilimency just to be able to find out what others were thinking about. Oh that ability would have sure come in handy during the war. He would have been able to tell that a crystal ball was about to drop on his head. He wouldn’t have had to miss any of the fighting. Ah well perhaps it was for the best, maybe without being knocked out he could have ended up dead instead. He watched her expressions. She hadn’t been expecting him, but then she never did. He loved the shocked expressions on her face; it made him feel all the more wanted. He smiled when she pulled two glasses out. So she was up to joining him. Good, he thought. On the house, he heard her say. He was happy to pay for the drink, but when it was free, it seemed all the more sweeter. "If you insist," he shrugged taking hold of his drink and taking a sip, letting the liquid burn as it slid down his throat. "How have you been, Ana dear?" he asked, his voice low so that no one could overhear him. created by ADE! Pb-ified by WILL

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ana took another sip of the firewhisky, enjoying the way it burned slightly as she swallowed. she could feel as well as see fenrir's eyes upon her, and as always she felt warm under his gaze, remembering what it felt like to be touched by him - held by him. there had been no other in a long time, not since fenrir had come into the equation. oh guys had tried but she was long used to the drunken flirts thrown across the bar top at her, and more the adept in handling any who thought they could take it one step further. but when you had a pub you had to expect things likee that - men wanted what they wanted, and drunk men saw no consequences or understood the words 'get lost'.

"If you insist," she smiled slightly and watched him take his own drink. "How have you been, Ana dear?" anastasiya looked at him steadily. "i've been well," she said simply missing you she didn't dare ad. she knew fenrir was and never would be the most affectionate guy out there, and saying something like that would get her nowhere, or so she believed. she didn't want to sound needy, she could handle things just fine on her own, but she couldn't help but miss the wolf.

"yourself?" she asked, glancing toward him once more, thoughts already wondering where he'd been this time, what he'd been doing...unable to help that bitter wonder of whether he'd gone and gotten any other women pregnant. she glanced away from him as one of her last costomers - the last one who would probably leave willingly - came up to put his glass upon the counter top with a small smile toward her and headed for the door. ana did not return the smile, her thoughts were preocupied by fenrir's return, but she took the glance and altomatically began wiping it down, moving back along toward fenrir without concious thought.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] You're gonna catch a cold From the ice inside your soul The Words: 538 The Tagged: anastasiya demidova The Notes n/a How long had it been this time, he tried to remember but the days, weeks and hours all seemed to blur together. How many months? It was often hard to recall the time spent away from her, his mind preoccupied with his own plans although she was always at the back of him mind, locked up tight in her own little place. He wouldn’t forget her, no matter whether she believed him when he said it or not. At least he didn’t have to tell her he had been with anyone; there was no need for lying or stretching the truth this time, although she always seemed to see through his lies. Ana was one smart woman, too bad her brain hadn’t told her to run the first time they met. It would have been a wise choice on her part, but now he was thankful that she didn’t run from him. He needed her more than what she or even he thought. Not one of the other women he had been with could even come close to taming him, but Ana, she could do it with the bat of her eyes. How she put up with everything he had put her through and still love him was a mystery. He would love to know what went on in that pretty little head of hers, to find out exactly what she felt. Sadly he didn’t have that ability. A woman like Ana was hard to come by, so why hadn’t he officially 'claimed' her yet? She was well, that was good. He figured that Zmey would be looking after her during the school holidays. He nodded once towards her, she did look to be in great health. He was about to answer her back when a came up and placed his empty glass down. Oh he didn’t miss that smile, as small as it was. A low growl was sent in the guy's direction as he's eyes watched him walk out the door. She was his, no one else’s. He turned his head back around and looked at her. "Alright," he replied, "Been around, seeking other wolves out for the cause." If he was going to overtake the world, he needed an army of werewolves at his disposal. He ran his hand over his face, it was tiresome having to do it all on his own. If only Seyton saw the bigger picture and came back, he could have helped him and whilst the others were still in Hogwarts, he didn’t dare pull them out and ruin any chance of getting a career in whatever they wanted. Zmeyette was finishing school this year, he would get her to help next year, if she wanted to that was. But as of now, running around for months had tired him out. It was good to be home though, so close to his loved ones. The full moon was still a while away yet the wolf in his stirred, excited to be home as well. Taking a mouthful of firewhiskey, he enjoyed the warmth it brought. "I've...missed you," he spoke softly, almost a whisper. It was so unlike him to miss anyone but his children, but he missed his dear Ana. created by ADE! Pb-ified by WILL

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she caught the low growl and she sighed, looking at fenrir and rolling her eyes lightly but smiling slightly all the same. "you'll scare away the customers if you do that.." she half teased, looking at him with affection nonetheless .. she couldn't help but feel like .. she was something special, that somebody wanted her, someone wanted to protect her. yes, perhaps it was a little possessive but she knew fenrir.

"Alright," she looked at him and nodded slightly, glad that he was doing well too. "Been around, seeking other wolves out for the cause." she felt no srprise, she knew he would have been doing something of the sort and she supported his cause to an extent - of course she could not understand completely, she was no wolf but her love or fenrir had caused her to support him with his belief. "did you have much luck?" she inquired, glancing toward the two remaining customers in the corner and hoping that they'd hurry.

sighing and deciding that she was just going to call an end to their slouching about, she glanced over, caught their attention and spoke, "pub's closing guys, drink up." she could hear their grumbles from here and merely rolled her eyes and watched them drain their drinks and head for the door. she knew they wouldn't bother to hand over their empty glasses, and she was already waving her wand across toward them and bringing the glasses to her. she was quiet for a moment as she wiped these down also, glad that finally she could shut up shop for tonight. she didn't know what fenrir wanted from her, but company at the very least would be nice.

"I've...missed you," she bearly heard it, and she felt a flash of surprise and then warmth spread through her. she looked at him, putting down the glasses and cloth and leaning against the bar opposite him slightly. "i've missed you too..." she murmered, equally as soft. though she was better than him at admitting such things, she was still never the one to act mushy. unable to help herself, her right hand raised in aim to touch his face lightly, a small smile on her face.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] You're gonna catch a cold From the ice inside your soul The Words: 506 The Tagged: anastasiya demidova The Notes n/a Scare away customers, well wasn’t it closing time anyways, he thought. If he were anyone else, or in a better frame of mind, he would have pointed that out, but instead he shrugged, acting as if he didn’t care if he scared anyone, after all that was what he was good for wasn’t it. He was the name people uttered to their children as bedtime stories, talking about a big bad wolf and how something or someone would save the world from him. Yeah right, like he'd ever let that happen. He may be old but he still had a lifetime of experience and he still had plenty more years. He caught the look in her eyes. He had seen that look all too often and not just from her. She still held feeling for her, like he did her. Stupid idiot, he thought, but never voiced it. It was her choice, if she wanted to fall in love with him, if she wanted him then he wouldn’t stop her. She had already done her job and given him a child, perhaps a couple more with her would be nice. Maybe even changing her, giving her the gift. It was only of the only ways he could tell her he cared. He'd have to talk it over with Zmeyette first, he thought a moment later. Fenrir sighed heavily. Luck, that was what he needed and a lot of it. Pity he could get his hands on that liquid luck potion, oh that would come in handy so many times. "No, but I still have areas I need to search in," he replied, lowering his eyes to the glass of firewhiskey in his hands as she spoke to the remaining customers before hearing them mumble something. He could have sworn one of them had said something about him not moving. Turning his head, he shot them a glare, pulling his lips over his teeth in a sinister smirk. Finally the pub was all theirs, he thought as the door shut. They were completely alone and yet she proceeded to clean glasses, couldn’t they wait until morning? He tipped the rest of his firewhiskey down this throat just as she was finishing with the glasses. Oh so she had heard him, he should have realised by now, nothing got past her. He blinked, hearing her words. She had missed him too. He couldn’t help but stare at her, she was right in front of him, all that was between them was the bar itself. She had raised her hand and he felt her touch, her fingers were warm and soft, nothing like what he felt like. Reaching up he grabbed her hand and held it, his thumb caressing over the top of it absentmindedly. She had no idea just how much he had missed her touch, her voice, her smell, everything about her. "Leave the glasses til morning," he spoke, not wanting her to be working after closing, especially since he was there now, "They're not going anywhere." created by ADE! Pb-ified by WILL

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"No, but I still have areas I need to search in," she nodded in slight understanding, it could not be easy for him to hunt them out, so many wolfs kept low profiles ever since the second wizarding war...but she knew fenrir would know where to look, know where they would be laying low. if he prefered she would keep her ears open in any case - her pub was no three broomsticks, there was no sort she would turn away and often anything tended to arise, news of all sorts spoken in hushed whispers between allies. it was perfectly possible that there could be murmerings of known werewolf locations... but generally, ana would not get involved unless fenrir asked - this was his buisness.

she glanced at him as he finished his firewhisky, hers standing half empty, half full. she felt no further desire for the drink, but there was no need to waste it and she took the glass in hand and threw back the contents in one quick swig, putting the glass down but not picking the cloth back up to wipe it down. she knew what he was thinking, why did she have to clean glasses, it was just them now ...

she smiled gently as he allowed her to touch his cheek, the stubble rough under her fingertips, but familiar. he took her hand and she made no move to protest, feeling the warmth of his larger hand in hers. "Leave the glasses til morning," she looked at him, giving a small nod and knowing that cleaning glasses whilst he sat opposite her was not what she wanted, and neither did he. "They're not going anywhere." she looked at him and sighed slightly, shifting to lean forward so that they were level, less space between them. "...but are you?" she couldn't help asking, wondering if he was just going to fall back into her life only to take off again in a minute, an hour, the morning, a week... as much as she loved him she couldn't keep watching him walk away .. it hurt.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] You're gonna catch a cold From the ice inside your soul The Words: 498 The Tagged: anastasiya demidova The Notes n/a She drained half of her glass in one hit, either she was crazy or she was foolish...or both. He didn’t dare drink that amount in one go, was she trying to get herself drunk? His wolf didn’t protest to it, stupid animal, he thought, he was just as crazy as she was. His wolf wanted her, recognised her even though she had no wolf herself. She was his completely both human and wolf forms. Although he never dared allow her near him on the full moon, he didn’t want the risk of accidently killing her, no he'd let her make that decision when the time came, but for now he'd stay away from her on the full moons. Her hand was so warm and fitted perfectly in his hand, or so he thought so. Ah so she actually agreed, she would leave the glasses, good. He didn’t want to watch his woman clean up after other men. It was wrong for a Greyback to clean up after others, others should clean up after them, but she wasn’t a Greyback yet. Another think he would discuss with Zmeyette first. He was torn, he wanted to seek out his daughter now and discuss all this with her, but he also wanted to spend time with Ana. Mother or daughter, such a hard decision, but he realised that Zmeyette was probably asleep already, there was no point in waking her. He'd talk to her about all this later; right now all he wanted was his Ana. She leaned forward and oh how tempting those lips of hers were. So close and yet so far away at the same time. He was about to lean in himself when she spoke. Was he going anywhere? Well now he really hadn’t thought this one. There was still so much to do for his cause, it was almost nonstop. Would he simply up and leave her like last time and the time before and a million other times? A small smile appeared on his face. "No, I’m not going anywhere," he replied, at least not for a while, but he didn’t voice it. "Well," he thought, "I'll be going to Hogwarts to see our dear children during the tournament. But I’m not leaving." He could afford to spend a few months back home, resting and being with those that he loved and those that loved him. Maybe he didn’t have to go anywhere in a hurry. He had a few people he knew of that could continue searching for him. "I promise, Ana dear, I won't up and leave," he only confirmed his own words. It was hard having to leave her for months on end, and he figured it was just as hard on her. Maybe he should have thought it through better, told her in advance when he was leaving, prepare her for his departure and constantly owl her when he did leave. Yes, the old wolf had learnt from his mistakes, finally. created by ADE! Pb-ified by WILL

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she waited for his reply, almost with worry that he was about to say 'now', but she felt relief when he replied, "No, I’m not going anywhere," she smiled lightly, glad that she would have time with him.. she didn't doubt that somewhere along the line he would have to depart from her again.. but she couldn't hope but hold out hope that he would stay, that she would be enough for him to stay. perhaps that wasn't fair, but she couldn't help it... who wanted to watch their loved one walk away?

"Well," she glanced at him, "I'll be going to Hogwarts to see our dear children during the tournament. But I’m not leaving." she smiled and glanced down at their hands, nodding in response to what he'd said. "i was thinking of going to visit if i can get someone to cover my shifts.." she said lightly, having been thinking on heading up to the castle to catch the second task if possible. she'd been keeping in touch with zmeyette when possible.

"I promise, Ana dear, I won't up and leave," she looked at fenrir, the affection and softness once more entering her gaze. she grinned lightly, "and that... is all i wanted to know," she said gently. she didn't want to know when he was going to leave, not yet, she didn't want to know, didn't want to think about anything.. and she lent closer to him, her eyes flickered to his lips and unable to help herself she lent forward a little bit further over the bar to press her lips to his.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] You're gonna catch a cold From the ice inside your soul The Words: 360 The Tagged: anastasiya demidova The Notes n/a That smile, it told him that everything was fine between them, that she was going to let that fact he had left for months slide. How could he even contemplate on hurting such a creature as Ana? Could he up and leave her again? He wasn’t getting any younger and each time he left hurt that little bit more than the last. Maybe she'd come with him...no it was too dangerous for her. If Zmeyette let him, he would have wrapped Ana up in bubble wrap and placed her on a self where nothing could get to her. But then she wouldn’t like that, not his Ana. He could change all of it though, one small bite on a full moon and she could be one of them, she could feel the thrill, the power and everything else that came with the gift of the bite. But that would mean she had to go through the pain of the shifting, could she really deal with that each month? Oh so she had planned on visiting Hogwarts and their 'faithful' children as well. It seemed like great minds thought alike. It was his turn to nod before scowling. "You're the owner of this place, bloody well make someone cover them," he insisted. She shouldn’t slave away without any fun, at least not when she was the owner and could do whatever she liked with the place. Besides family came first over any job, what would Zmeyette say if her mother had the chance to visit and yet didn’t? And then she done the one thing he had been able to do before she had asked him if he was staying. She kissed him and everything around him just melted away. It was just the two of them. He leaned forward, his free hand going to the back of her head. His fingers curled around her hair yet paid no attention if he was pulling too hard as he pressed his lips harder to hers. It had been months since he had gotten a kiss of her and damn it he was going to savour it, whether he was rough or not. created by ADE! Pb-ified by WILL

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she watched him scowl and she knew she was in for something from him. You're the owner of this place, bloody well make someone cover them," she sighed and nodded, biting back the retort that sometimes things weren't as simple as that. sometimes she wondered if he really understood - sometimes you couldn't just up and drop everything, even if you wanted to, to leave..well, she couldn't. this was her living, she had to make it work, she had nothing else. and though she was perfectly happy to impose work shifts on staff whether that meant they had to miss something in their social life or not, sometimes there was more than just work in the way. fenrir needed to know that whilst he went off, she was on her own..completely, besides the holidays during which zmeyette was home.

she understood that family was important, of course she did. ever since she was little when her parents pressed upon her the importance of the world 'he-who-must-not-be-named' had wanted to paint, she had understood the importance. she knew fenrir was very much a family man... not in the sense of marrying and having a child and playing 'perfect husband', but in the sense that his children were everything, and anyone with the greyback name was under his radar, so to speak, whether they wanted to be or not. but ana liked that about fenrir, that he kept in contact with his children - most of them as far as she knew - that he would teach them and/or protect hem.

as he responded to the press of her lips and kissed her back, she felt his hand moving to the back of her head and gripping her hair her own free hand went to his shoulder, resting lightly on the thick muscle. she didn't care if he was rough, she may look like a delicate creature but she was strong, she was used to him and she prefered his roughness over the gentlness of any other man any day. she was awear of the bar between them, starting to dig into her ribs, restraining her from just pulling herself closer to him.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] You're gonna catch a cold From the ice inside your soul The Words: 288 The Tagged: Anastasiya Demidova The Notes sorry its short He did not like the sound of that sigh. Something told him that she had something on her mind and yet she refused to speak, instead all he got was a nod and a sigh. Damn it, she knew he didn’t like things being kept from him, especially when it was her that kept things to herself. Well he'd let it slide this once, but if she tried keeping things from him again, there would be hell to pay for. The kiss was to die for, she was to die for. It still amazed him that she put up with everything from him. He wanted to pull her closer but the bar made itself known. He wanted to rip the thing apart to get to her, although she probably wouldn’t like the idea much. Instead he forced himself to break the kiss, his wolf protesting. He held her for a moment longer, looking into her eyes before letting her go. He stood, his eyes never leaving her face. How did one so beautiful and young fall for an old guy that had once been in Azkaban? Moving slowly around the bar, every step was antagonising, but he kept his pace until he was standing there beside her. Reaching up he cupped the back of her head once more, his other arm snaking around her waist. Did she still have her apartment over the bar, or had she found somewhere else to live, he wondered. Zmeyette hadn’t mentioned anything to him. Lowering his head to her neck, he left trails of kisses along her collarbone. She was so addictive, he could never get enough of her and yet it seemed like she was never enough at the same time. created by ADE! Pb-ified by WILL

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she could feel his frustration through the kiss, frustration of the bar between them, and she silently willed him not to do anything stupid.. he would easily be capable of breaking the thing if he wanted - and that she would not take to kindly. however the other option was just as less appealing..she didn't want to stop kissing him... didn't want to let him go despite all those times she'd had to.

she never really 'let go' .. not in the sense of moving on. not for over seventeen years had she even looked at another man. it had surprised her at first - to fall in love with someone older than her, a werewolf.. in fact a werewolf nutorius for being on the bad side. she didn't know what it had been, but she couldn't question it, couldn't move on to someone else. you loved who you loved right? she knew a lot of people didn't get it and she didn't expect them to - but she never liked those who voiced their opinions about it. there was something in fenrir.. more than all those stories of what he'd done over the years. and she just..loved him.

as he broke the kiss she almost made to protest, but she knew his aim and so she was patient as he moved steadily arond the bar, her eyes traced his every move with a hunger she hadn't felt since he'd last been here. she took a step toward him, not patient enough to wait for him to get to her, needing to feel his strong arms around her once more. she felt his hand at the back of her head, his other arm around her waist and she wrapped her own around his neck and pulled herself closer to him, taking a deep breath as she relaxed in his hold, a smile on her lips, lids closing as his lips traced along her collarbone, leaving blazing trails of heat werever his lips touched her skin.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] You're gonna catch a cold From the ice inside your soul The Words: 327 The Tagged: anastasiya demidova The Notes n/a Fenrir took a deep breath in, savouring the scent of her skin before moving his head away from her neck, his eyes watching her with a hungry he long thought had disappeared. He licked his lips, his eyes flickering to her own before meeting up with her eyes. If anyone had told him that he could find love during the second wizarding war, he would have ripped their heads off and feasted on their blood and flesh, he would have cursed others for thinking it and he would have been a complete menace, showing everyone that he was not capable of love. Yet here he was, with his arms around the one that somehow could tame his heart. She knew the dangers of being with a werewolf, of being with him, he was always constantly reminding her and he would have done so again, but she hadn’t left him, seventeen years and a daughter later, she was still as loyal as ever. She would make a great werewolf, he thought, but did she want it, could she deal with the pain. Oh no doubt she knew of it, having Zmeyette and Valerie as full werewolves. He was grateful that Adrian at least had her to keep him company during the full moon. If he ever decided to change Ana, with Zmeyette's approval first, he knew he'd have to change Ana and Adrian around the same time, of course he was leaving the when part up to his son to decide. The wolf wanted him to claim his mate right then and there, wanted him to take her on the bar, but that was no way to treat someone like Ana, she at least deserved a bed and so he chided his wolf, telling him to settle, that he would soon get his wish. "How much do I mean to you?" he asked her, his voice husky as he tightened his hold on her, "Tell me; show me." created by ADE! Pb-ified by WILL

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when he pulled away from her neck, her eyelids flickered open once more, gaze flickering to him, tracing the features she'd come to know almost better than her own over the years, memorizing everything about him. he looked as though he were thinking of something, and she could only hope it was something good...she didn't want this meeting to be spoiled by anything, whether it was by means of bad news, or by a difference of opinion. she didn't want anything to spoil her time with fenrir, it was always so precious to her.

"How much do I mean to you?" she gazed at him steadily, feeling her grip tighten but not minding..only wanting him to hold her tighter still. "Tell me; show me." she shook her head slightly, her right hand made to trail along his cheekbone with the lightest of touches, trailing down his neck and along his strong shoulder. "you know how much you mean to me..." she murmered gently, gaze trying to capture his. "the world, fenrir...more than this bar, more than my lifes worth." she couldn't fathom the reason that she loved him so much, but she did, and she didn't doubt it.

she made to press her lips to his once more, a slight hunger behind her movements..he'd asked her to show him, and she was only happy to oblige. she made to turn them, not wishing to part from his lips and therefore having to move backward toward the door behind the counter that lead upstairs to a small apartment where she -and their daughter - lived. she pushed it open without looking, going to break apart from his lips for a moment and leave gente, feather-like kisses along his jaw to below his ear, where she finally whispered, "i want you to bite me..."

[FENRIR FARKAS GREYBACK]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] You're gonna catch a cold From the ice inside your soul The Words: 488 The Tagged: anastasiya demidova The Notes n/a "you know how much you mean to me..." Yes he knew that, she knew that as well but he loved hearing it from her. He loved hearing that he was everything to her and so much more. It was one of his ways to know how much he really did mean to her, how much she loved him. Of course he proved that he loved her time and time again by always returning to her. If he didn’t love her, he would have never re enter her life, he would only contact Zmeyette and he would do it when Ana wasn’t around. It was the way he done it with his other children, well expect for Valerie and Adrian, but they were another story. Heck he wished that some of the women he had children with would hurry up and die. He couldn’t stand them and yet had children with them because he saw their strength. The world, more than the bar and more than her own life, she went on to say. More than her own life, oh he felt joy knowing he held her life and her love and although he wouldn’t go as far as saying he loved her more than his own life was worth, she was the world to him. She was what drove him to complete his dream of ruling the world for he knew she'd be by his side, whether as a witch or as a wolf was still undecided. He felt her lips against his again, driving him wild with hunger, need and lust. She moved backwards and he followed, not wanting to part from her for even a second. It had been months since he had been able to have his way with her, and even then that had been too long. A small possessive growl rumbled deep in his throat and it was hard to tell if it had come from him or his wolf. She broke the kiss, only to pepper his jaw with soft kisses. His eyes glanced around at her apartment. If he were to stay with her, then this apartment would simply not do. He wanted her to live like the queen she was to him, she deserved a bigger place, she deserved everything he could give her and so much more. He already had a place in mind, although it would mean confronting a few he had not seen for a long time. Her voice brought him back to the here and now. She wanted him to bite her. The wolf howled with joy. Did she mean that she wanted to become a wolf like him and their daughter? Or did she just want him to be rougher now. A smirk appeared on his face as he grabbed her chin, tilting it away from her before nipping at the flesh on her neck, knowing that deep down this wasn’t exactly what she meant. created by ADE! Pb-ified by WILL

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she was glad that he didn't want to let her go as they moved into her apartment, her arms still wrapped tight around his neck, feeling his arms still tight around her waist. the apartment was only small, enough for her to live alone though whilst zmeyette was at hogwarts. ana hadn't wanted a big place to live, she'd have felt so alone with too much space, and the little apartment was perfect for her, and it was large enough for zmey when she returned for holidays.

she heard his growl as they moved and she smirked, not minding the possessive edge to it in the slightest despite how she knew some women would. ana then felt one of his warm, rough hands take her chin and move her head aside, knowing better than to fight his hold she moved her head as he wanted. she felt his teeth nip at her neck, not breaking skin but enough for her to feel it, and she couldn't help the shiver that coursed through her despite him mistaking what she'd meant. she shook her head slightly and turned her head slightly to look at him. "i want to be like you, fenrir." she murmered, wanting him to understand as she started to move back toward the bed.

she'd thought this through over the many, many years since she'd met him. when she'd first realised she loved the wolf, she'd not been sure what to think or do...she'd thought that she could stay a witch and things would work. but with fenrir continuously off on his travels, and having to be careful around her most of the time she was sure, she'd come to learn over the years that for any hope to truly be with fenrir, she'd need to be like him. of course she knew what it meant...she knew the pain of transforming from her daughter..knew what it was to be a wolf - in essense - with all the bad trimmings on the side but she didn't care. if it meant she could finally, truly be with fenrir than she'd take it.

[FENRIR FARKAS GREYBACK]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] You're gonna catch a cold From the ice inside your soul The Words: 343 The Tagged: anastasiya demidova The Notes sorry for the wait He was about to nip at her neck again, when he heard her telling him she wanted to be like him. So she wanted to be a werewolf. He closed his mouth and moved his head from her neck, feeling the slight pull as she moved towards the bed. He followed her, not breaking his hold on her. He dropped his hand from her chin, allowing her to move her head on her own accord. Was this a spur of the moment decision? Had she said what he wanted to hear just to make him stay with her? Didn’t she know she was the only one he wanted, no matter how many times he had to leave, he always came back. That was big in Fenrir's eyes and she was the only one he ever returned to. The others were nothing compared to Ana, no matter how much they begged, pleaded and worshipped him. He saw the begging and pleading as a sign of weakness, something that hadn’t heard from Ana. She allowed him to leave without a fuss, whether his departure hurt her or not. Fenrir licked his lips, his throat having gone dry. It wasn’t everyday he had someone tell him that they wanted to be a werewolf. His own wolf was jumping up and down for joy, another to add to the ranks. Another to help the werewolf population rise up and take over the world. But he still couldn’t help but wonder if she had really thought about it. "You do realise what you're asking for don't you, once bitten there's no going back," he spoke, wanting to be sure, after all she was asking for the pain that went with it, the negative attitude from witches and wizards and everything bad that went with being a wolf. At least she had time to change her mind, the full moon had been and gone only a week ago, she had plenty of time to change her decision and he had plenty of time to talk to Zmeyette about it. created by ADE! Pb-ified by WILL

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