it's been a while - - FENRIR

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as she felt his lips leave her skin, his hand falling from her chin she moved her head round to look at him directly. she didn't move her arms from around his neck and she noted that he didn't let her go either; for which she was glad. with having to wait for so long to feel his arms around her once more she was going to make every second count. she could feel the edge of the bed pressed to the back of her knees but she made no movement to lower onto it as such, she knew fenrir wished to speak.

"You do realise what you're asking for don't you, once bitten there's no going back," she took a moment to look at up at him, a gentle smile on her face. ana moved one of her hands and made to cup his cheek. "fenrir, i'll take everything that comes with it. the pain... the predujices..." she shook her head gently and made to kiss him gently. she spoke the truth.. she could take the downsides, they were nothing in compassion to what she would gain; fenrir.

oh she knew she had him - after all she was the only one he came back for, which she had heard from many over the years. she'd never checked up on him despite her contacts, only one or twice to ensure he was okay - and upon hearing he was well she felt that was enough to know. she never pleaded, never begged - there would be nothing to gain from that, he would return when he could she was sure. but now he would not have to .. she could go with him, help him and support him to full capacity. they could finally be true mates.

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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: 346 The Tagged: anastasiya demidova The Notes n/a "Fenrir, I’ll take everything that comes with it. The pain... the prejudices..." How in Merlin's name did he deserve this woman? To have someone willing to watch him walk away for months on end, give birth to a full blooded werewolf daughter for him and still be as loyal, if not more so to him after all that he had done to her, he honestly did not deserve her and she deserved so much more. She deserved someone that could be a proper father to her daughter, someone that could be a loving and devoted husband to her...someone that was not willing to leave and come back whenever he felt like it. But still she stayed; he indeed was one very lucky man. Even her kiss was delicate and innocent, more like a caress of the lips than anything. A taste that led to teasing which led to wanting more. Why was it that he could not get enough of this woman? "The full moon has come and passed, you still have time to back out if you wish. I won’t hold it against you, never you," he spoke softly against her lips. She was the one person he could never intentionally hurt, the one person that he could put on a pedestal high away from danger, the one he would give his life for...of course it wouldn’t come down to that, he had his wolves for protection. She was everything he was and at the same time that he wasn’t. Sweet, innocent, delicate, loving and yet she was also fierce, loyal, protective and an all round bad ass chick, she was all that and more, and most importantly, she was his. "Let’s not take about the bite tonight, just enjoy one another," he once more whispered on her lips before taking possession of what belonged to him, cradling her head and back in his hands as he gently lowered her to the bed, going down with her, yet keeping his weight off of her. “Has anyone told you that you are simply divine?” he asked. created by ADE! Pb-ified by WILL

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"The full moon has come and passed, you still have time to back out if you wish. I won’t hold it against you, never you," she shook her head slightly, smiling gently against his firm lips. "i'm not backing out of anything." she murmered in return. she'd already made her choice all those seventeen years ago hen she'd bore and given birth to a child of his. she could deal with whatever came with being a werewolf - after all she'd been in love with one for so many years, she had heard all the comments, been targeted by a few for her choice. but they didn't bother her.

yes, she could love, she had a gentleness but she was still fierce and her parents had still been death eaters. she knew how to handle people, how to defend herself and those she loves; whether it be from physical or verbal threat. she'd had run in's in the past - in fact last time fenrir was here, a couple of guys had seen them together, and taken it upon themselves to attempt to 'talk' to her after he'd left..involving them hurling some stupid retorts at her, before going to withdraw their wands. ana hadn't taken that, she'd given them a glare a few well chosen words, and tossed their asses out the door. they'd never come back.

"Let’s not take about the bite tonight, just enjoy one another," she smiled gently, a silent agreement. she'd missed him and she would never disagree to enjoying her time with him. she felt his hands cradle her head and back and she went willingly, allowing him to lower her onto her bed. she tightened her arms slightly around his neck to make sure he was coming with her, closer to her. “Has anyone told you that you are simply divine?” she smiled at the words and made to pull back from his lips slightly so that she could murmer, "mmm indeed they have.... and if he knew you were here right now..he'd tear you to shreds." she teased him, a gently grin on her face as she kissed him again before murmering, "he's a big bad wolf, see.." and with a soft chuckle she shut her eyes and pulled him closer.

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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: 416 The Tagged: anastasiya demidova The Notes n/a That’s his girl, he thought, not one to back out of anything. When she set her heart to it, there was nothing she couldn’t do it seemed. If she were a stranger in a dark alley and he were a normal man, he would be terrified of her, if he knew of her that was. Or if he had seen her in action beforehand. Oh yes, he would run the other way. Some of the things she done, he wondered if it was his influence rubbing off on her, or if it was because of the way she had been raised. Nevertheless, he knew she could hold her own and she wasn’t the one to say one thing and mean another like so many other women seem to do. Just another one of her qualities that he loved. Was she teasing him? He didn’t know whether to growl or to play along and in the end he realised she was toying with him. Well them he might as well play along. "Oh really now, he'd tear me to shreds? Well then I better leave, don’t want the big bad wolf to kill me now," he made to get up, a smirk on his lips, his eyes dancing with joy and laughter. All that was missing was laughter. It had been a long time since he had been able to play around and joke like this. All his cares and worries had gone out the window and he felt somewhat normal...somewhat human for once. Deciding that he didn’t like the distance he had created between them, he moved back to the bed, climbing on it and laying down on her thick fluffy pillow. It was nearly swallowing his head. "How can you sleep on something like this?" he asked her. Of course he never tried sleeping on anything as fluffy. Maybe it was a lot more comfortable than it first seemed. Reaching over, he twirled a strand of her hair over his fingers, wondering if she was going to come and lay down beside him. "Have you eaten my dear?" he couldn’t have her starving now and although he wasn’t that great a cook, he was willing to get her whatever she wanted, no matter how far he had to go to get it. There was no way he was leaving this woman again. She had agreed to get the bite. He could wait until she was could handle her wolf before he resumed his business again. created by ADE! Pb-ified by WILL

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she could tell that he wasn't sure for a moment, and she shook her head slightly. he should know by now, that he was the only man for her - there would never be another man for her. he should know now that another man could try but she was entirely fenrir's, and the only thing they'd recieve is a good hex. "Oh really now, he'd tear me to shreds? Well then I better leave, don’t want the big bad wolf to kill me now," ana frowned jokingly as he pulled away, her hands slipping from behind his neck to go and grasp his arm gently. "hey, you'd better not leave," she said with a small grin.

she couldn't help but feel a slight pang as he said he'd better leave. silly she knew, for he wasn't going anywhere right now, but the words ...she'd heard them too many times, she just wanted him to stay. as he was doing right now. she smiled as he moved back toward her, laying down and she looked at him, shifting over to him and laying beside him, resting her head on the pillow he was using.

"How can you sleep on something like this?" she grinned and kissed his nose lightly; shaking her head. "it's comfortable, you should try it some time." she half teased. generally she wasn't one for fluffy things, she always dressed properly for a woman and all, but she disliked pink, ruffles and loads of fluff. but sometimes it was nice - comfy. she smiled as he took a lock of her hair between his fingers and twirled it.

"Have you eaten my dear?" anastasiya nodded lightly and gave a small smile. "yes i ate earlier, thanks." she had made herself something simple earlier between working. she generally didn't bother with proper meals unless zmey was home - or the off chance that fenrir was here. "what about you? are you hungry?" she asked lightly, wondering if he'd asked her because he happened to be hungry himself. she could cook him something if he wished.

[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: 352 The Tagged: anastasiya demidova The Notes n/a The little protest she gave him made him smirk. Although he hated when women begged and pleaded for him to stay, to hear Ana act like it was different. It actually pulled at his heart. Not once before had he heard her ask him to stay, nor did she ever beg and plead. He was grateful for that; it would have made leaving her all those times a lot more harder. He figured that he would have left her if she had, classified her as one of the women he never saw again. Obviously she knew better, she knew what he wanted and didn’t want to hear. Feeling the bed shift, he felt her lay down next to him, his arm immediately going around her, holding her possessively. It was nice to lay in bed with her and not think about sex, not having to act on his thoughts. He didn’t have the millions of thoughts he had with the others with Ana. No ‘are they drunk enough’ or such. His thoughts were almost pure when it came to her. How was it she was so different from every other woman he had bedded? Most of them were like Ana, they worked in bars, dealt with drunks and arrogant men, but none could sway his thoughts like she could. He glanced down at her. Comfortable? He didn’t find it so comfortable, but then he was used to sleeping on hard beds and the ground. Nothing about those were ever comfortable. In fact he didn’t believe he knew of a moment where he was completely comfortable. He scoffed at the idea of trying it, he'd rather stick to his hard surfaces, the wolf seemed to like it much better than this pillow. Good, she had eaten, at least she was taking care of herself, he thought. She turned the question back on him. Did she think he was hungry because he had asked her, silly Ana, he thought. "I'm only hungry for you, my love," he leant over and placed a chaste kiss on her forehead, "and for the time spent with you." created by ADE! Pb-ified by WILL

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as he wrapped an arm around her she shifted toward him slightly, perfectly happy in his gently hold. this was one of the things she loved about fenrir - that the two could settle in her bed and just, enjoy each other's company. they didn't need to base their.. well she'd called it a relationship.. around sex, that they could relax beside each other, that they understood each other. she enjoyed the fact that fenrir could be his whole self around her, that she got to see all his sides - the one that lacked the wolf. most people only ever saw that rough and tough fenrir, but she got to see his softer side, the one that cared and loved, the one that had tenderness and gentleness. oh of course he wasn't all rainbows and butterflies, and she was glad - she had never looked for one of those sensitive types, she didn't want the flowers or the chocolates. fenrir was perfect for her, everything she needed, everything she wanted.

"I'm only hungry for you, my love," she looked at him, head already facing him, smiling gently as he placed his lips upon her forehead. "and you have me, my dear," she responded softly. it was true, he did, completely. after he left when zmey had been born, she'd found it hard to even try and get over him, but at first she'd tried. she'd tried to find a man that could fill the place that fenrir had left inside her, but she couldn't, and so she'd given up when he'd first returned to her, signing herself to the fate that she would forever love a man who was half wolf, forever love a man who would keep walking away. he came back and that was what counted did it not? besides, she was tired of going over the same things in her head.

"and for the time spent with you." she grinned gently, moving a hand to cup his cheek, rough with stubble but it didn't matter to her, she loved his slightly rugged appearance, it made him all the more handsome to her. "and you have all the time you wish with me," she responded lightly, speaking nothing but truth. he knew as much as she did that she would be here for as long as he wished her to be, and that should or when he left again she would not complain. she understood that he had things to do in life, and she respected that about him - he had goals. she just hoped that next time he went she would be able to accompany him in his mission.

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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: 488 The Tagged: anastasiya demidova The Notes sorry if its blah The old werewolf closed his eyes and took a deep breath, letting her scent envelop his senses. If anything ever happened to his dear Ana, he would bring hell down upon the earth and not stop until every bastard that every thought of her in anyway inappropriate was wiped out of existence. No one messed with his woman, no matter whether he was around or not. She was still his, he had not once ended the relationship, nor did he have plans to in the near future. A smile made its way to his lips. Her words cementing the fact that she was his, wholly and truly. "and you have all the time you wish with me," that statement wasn’t true, at least for him. He wanted every second of his life to be with her, but his cause took priority, it always came between them and it always whisked him off to other parts of the country. He had yet to set travel for the rest of the wolf; the werewolf population for the UK was large as it was. Yet they still remained hidden, creating little underground groups so that they wouldn’t be alone. Yet even those small tight knit groups were hard to find, it was as if werewolf didn’t seem to have faith in him, or they were scared of him. Couldn’t they see what he was doing would benefit them in the long run. Sure sacrifices had to be made and he already made huge sacrifices for his people. He lost valuable family time, he lost the chance to see any of his children speak their first word or take their first step, he missed out on a lot of things yet he never complained, never regretted the decision that would change the lives of all werewolves; he wasn’t an alpha for nothing. A lull of silence had spread around them, a comfortable, dreamy silence. He very much wanted Ana, wanted her body, but he was tired, he wasn’t as young as before. He didn’t want her to think that all he came back for was for the sex. Oh he wasn’t complaining, she was an absolute divine goddess in bed, but he didn’t want to associate her with every other woman, he didn’t want her to think that either. He reached up and took hold of her hand that was on his cheek, bringing it to his mouth and kissing each one of her knuckles softly. Who would have thought that such a woman could bring such a softness out of him. "You're not working tomorrow night," he stated, not giving her a chance to protest, "we're going out." It was about time be begun spoiling her. He planned to take her out for dinner. He could always bully his way into getting seats where ever, no one would want to mess with a werewolf, let alone one with a bad reputation. created by ADE! Pb-ified by WILL

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she smiled and watched him lightly as he closed his eyes, resting her head on the same pillow as him, wishing to be close to him. she didn't close her eyes too, but merely watched him gently for a moment. it had been too long since she'd last seen him, he had hardly changed but she could tell there was still a great weight upon his strong shoulders. she wished she could help him, share the load, but she knew he would never truly share it with her, it was his to burden, and he would not weigh her down with it. he might think he was making it easier for her, but he wasn't really. staying at home, wondering, hoping he'd be home again soon, raising a daughter single-handedly and running a bar wasn't an easy feat. not that she complained, she'd never complained, but she just wished he would let her help him.

she knew that her words were not technically true - she knew he could not spend as much time as he wished with her.. and that time was always too short for her. if only he would bite her, she really could help. zmey was grown up, seventeen, she was a woman now and she didn't so much need her mother, nobody seemed to really need ana, and she wanted to be useful. she could get someone to manage the bar whilst she went with fen - she didn't care how dangerous it was, how painful it was. she wanted him to turn her, wanted to truly be part of the cause. she could handle her own, she wasn't with fenrir for nothing, she had fight and spirit, and she could get herself out of situations pretty easily.

it had gotten quiet, and she sighed in content, smiling softly and relaxing against the bed. though their passion had brought them here, their need for each other, the familiarity and comfort of each others presense and the bed had appeared to sooth them both. she could see that he was tired and she respected that, found it nice in fact that he didn't just come here to sleep with her then leave. he might have wanted her body, but she liked that he let down his guard and just relaxed with her, was happy to just stay with her even without sex. oh of course if he was up to it so was she, she'd never known a man as good as fenrir, but still, just resting together was nice to her, and she smiled as he took her hand and kissed her knuckles gently. "You're not working tomorrow night," she raised an eyebrow lightly and looked at him, waiting for him to explain."we're going out." she grinned lightly and looked at him. "mmm we are, are we?" she teased gently and shifted to place a kiss gently to his lips, then looked at him. "can't argue with that." she said happily, knowing she could get one of her workers to take her shift, that they'd probably be glad for the extra work in fact. she shifted closer to fenrir and made to rest her head on his chest and wrap an arm around him lightly, settling comfortably.

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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: 458 The Tagged: anastasiya demidova The Notes sorry for the wait "mmm we are, are we?" He heard her question, raising an eyebrow, there was no ifs or buts about it, he was taking here whether or not he had to drag her away from the pub. It could survive one night without her. He doubted very much that anything bad would happen, just a few loud drunks, but nothing more. Not with him back in town. No one dared to upset his Ana nor trash her hard earnt bar. He wouldnt allow it, heck he'd kill everyone that was there that night if he had to, well besides the staff for without them he wouldnt be able to take her places. The gentle kiss was almost like a tease. A taste that he wanted more of. can't argue with that. Of course she couldn't, no one wanted to argue with the most notorious werewolf that lived, no matter how old he was. He was always right in his eyes. He felt her settle down beside him, her head resting on his chest. What would he have done if Ana wasnt in his life, who would he be with or would he still be going from one bed to another, would he have more children than he already did? The last thought, the one about having more children was something he wanted, not because he was as women tended to say 'clucky' but because he wanted a Greyback army. Was it wrong to think of using his children as an army, well some would think so, but he believed it would teach them order, discipline and respect; the three things he valued most in someone who was loyal to him. He was comfortable with her lying on top of him, his hand once again going to her hair, playing and teasing his fingers through it. Soft and silky, nothing like himself. She was his compete opposite in just about every single way and yet at the same time, she was the same as him. There was one word that he could only use to describe her: equal. Yes she was the only person that he saw as an equal to him. "Have you still got that little black number?" he asked. It had been years since he had seen her in the black dress he had spoken of and wondered if she still kept it, wondered if it still fitted, but then magic could always fix that, "I want you to wear it tomorrow night." So that he could stare at her long lean legs, so that he could undress her in his mind and ravish her and so that he could walk with his head held high, knowing that others drooled over her but could never have her. created by ADE! Pb-ified by WILL

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she had been teasing him with the question, in fact looking forward to spending the time with him, time away from her bar for once. she smiled gently as he raised an eyebrow, moving to touch his cheek gently, running her fingertips over his skin, slightly rough from stubble. she knew she could hardly argue with him anyway. not that she was afraid of the wolf, she had challenged him before, he did not and never had scared her, even when she'd glimpsed him at his worst from time to time. he had never harmed her, and whilst she didn't think he could if he tried, if he did she would not defend herself, and she would not be afraid. she loved him, completely, and that was what it meant to love someone as much as she loved fenrir - she could never hurt him, no matter if his own control slipped one day.

she wouldn't want to say no to a night out anyway, she wasn't exactly a party-goer, but she enjoyed her evenings out when she had the time and the right company. she settled with him, her head finding a comfy, familiar spot upon his chest. it had been far too long since they'd done this, and she only realised now how much she'd missed it, how much she wished she could do this every night with him. some day she hoped he would settle down, some day she hoped he would stop with his mission, hand the reins to someone else and sit back and watch over his army rather than stick to the front lines. she missed him. she knew or thought he might want another child or two, and as much as she wanted to give him that, she didn't want to if he was going to swan off for months at a time. she had raised zmey almost single-handedly, and whilst she adored their daughter, there had been some real difficulties that she couldn't go through again alone. if fenrir wanted more children it was going to have to be when he was more reliable, there for her more.

she didn't say this though, this wasn't a topic she planned to bring up, at least not right. she didn't honestly know what he wanted, aside from the occasional night with her which, don't get her wrong, was amazing but she wanted more than that deep down, and she thought he did too... but it was up to him to say it. equal though they were, she didn't want to upset the balance by forcing him into commitments he couldn't or didn't want to make. " Have you still got that little black number?" she moved her head slightly to look up at him and gave a small smile. "yes," she said quietly, "I want you to wear it tomorrow night." her smile turned into a grin and she placed a kiss on his chest gently. "sure honey," she said lightly, only happy to oblige. it had been a while since she'd dressed up but she loved that dress, and she knew it still fit, besides she enjoyed wearing it for she loved seeing the look on fenrir's face when she did - the way he looked at her, as though he were hungry and she were a banquet... it made her feel special.