AUTHOR'S POV
Scott returned home rushing, worried about Diana who might be bored to death alone in the cottage. He dashed through the trees, on his rough paws as the darkness swallow the skies. Thrilled with that share of hurry, anxiety and elation at the unflagging speed of his run. It was almost dusk when he reached home, he heavily panted as he swing the door open, creaking at his light push.
He set foot into the cottage quietly, as he shift into his human form. The house was covered with blackness, with only the small fire pit spreading light, warmth and cosiness. He walked in, as the flickers of the fire make the shadows dance slowly on his nakedness. Not even worrying if Diana sees him raw.
The silence was loud, as the ambiance breathe out the familiar old musky scent of yesterday's memories. It was haunting, but bearable. Piece by piece, every furniture remained exactly how they were in Scott's memories of childhood. The old chair by the corner where his father drinks his morning coffee. The lace curtains on the windows handmade by his mother. May it appear like torture of not moving on, but for Scott, only in the sense of familiarity he found ease.
A soft snore barged in his deep thoughts. He searched around and there, he found his Luna sleeping like a log on the couch hugging a white knitted blanket, exposing her one leg. Scott sat beside her and watched Diana sleep. She didn't wake or even flinch, as he bear his weight down the cushion of the couch. "Must have been tired from the journey", he uttered. As he was about to get up, a few lines suddenly formed on her forehead. Droplets of sweat come into sight as her lips tremble. 'A bad dream', he thought. "Diana", he whispered to her ear as she groan, as he softly touch her shoulder.
Her eyes started to pool. Her breaths began to quicken, mumbling inaudible words with her teeth gnashed. Moaning, she stiffened as if a heavy weight is pressed down on her chest. A fearful intruder disrupting her sweet dreams, terrorizing her in her sleep, he thought. Scott shook her body gently, and repeatedly called her name, waking her up. "Diana, wake up!", he called, this time his voice beset of worry.
All the rambles ceased, and so did her breaths. Then, suddenly, Diana jolted forward, with a sharp intake of breath upon waking. "Scott!", she choked with her eyes wide open, landing in Scott's bare chest.
"I'm right here, Luna..", he was relieved, soothing Diana's back in an embrace. Burying his face in her neck, he basked in her soft skin which smelled like nectarines. "I'm here".
"I thought I was dead.. I fell off a cliff", Diana said, catching her breath, resting her head on his moist skin.
"It was just a dream.. I won't let anything bad happen to you.", Scott said. Worried, Scott hoped it was nothing but a figment of her unconscious eugenic imagination because when Lunas dream, they come true.
Diana pulled away, taking a look at his face. A subtle smile quirked her lips. The flames in the fireplace glistened in his eyes, riveting her out from the lingering dread from the nightmare that tortured her sleep. Realizing Scott is naked, a flush crept up her face as she look away. "You might want to wear something first", Diana said, shyly, knowing such is unavoidable being in the town of wolves.
"Sorry...", Scott grinned, feigning apology as he lean over. "You've seen me naked before, though", he effortlessly pulled her on his lap with her legs on either side of him, exposing more of her skin as the hem of her black dress roll up to her hips. "Don't tell me you're shy now?", he teased, keeping her eyes closed.
Diana slowly opened her eyes, and placed her cold hands on Scott's cheeks. "That doesn't bother me..", Diana then tugged the white knitted blanket over his turned on man part. Her several years of medical practice made human body seem neutral to her.
"Have you seen one before?", he asked, not keeping his eyes off her, fondling his hands on her legs.
"The last time I saw one.. I mutilated it for surgery", she said, with a smirk.
"That's comforting", Scott chuckled and bit his lower lip. The corners of his eyes crinkled, for at least it wasn't for any other sexual intimacy. "Would you like to touch it?", trying his best to seduce his Luna with an attempt to get away from his bottled sex drive. Though at heart, he knew Diana wouldn't take the bait.
The rising tension of their dangerous freedom.
The loud heartbeats heard at their closeness, making breathing feel different.
The eye contact that lingered for too long.
... and his low voice sprouting a teasing conversation with that unabashed nudity.
They were all like candles being lit at a time. Somehow, the silky touch of Scott's rough palms on her legs sent her a tingling flavor. The redolent musky earthiness that have grown in her became stronger. They were like two people drifting in an orbit, ready to be pulled by gravity. She then started to question herself if she's willing to succumb to his confident charms. Diana glanced down at his bulging shaft under the blanket, before staring back to Scott's eyes. "Just.. touch?", her half smile slowly disappeared, replacing it with a smoldering stare arousing Scott even more.
For a moment, Scott didn't moved. Scott clenched his teeth, as he desist from circling his palms on her legs. The silence stretched. Thick and warm. Losing to the temptation brought by the fleeting moment, he leaned forward and kissed Diana on the lips earnestly, something he'd been wanting to do all afternoon.
The kiss was different than before.
It was wanting, and determined. Tossing away the blanket, Scott slowly laid her down on the couch as he kiss her contentedly. He then suck her lower lip gently, and bit it slowly. Diana kissed him back and slid her tongue in his mouth first to his surprise. A bit clumsy, but adorable. Scott trailed his kisses down to her neck, as he started to unzip her thin black dress from the side. He put her hands up as he lifted her dress over her head, baring her strapless bra and laced underwear.
Breathless, he continued to shower her with more kisses from her chest as she wrap her arms around his neck. Scott skillfully unhooked her bra and flung it back. Diana reflexively covered her chest with her arms. "Don't hide now..", he whispered, as he kiss her again on her lips making her feel comfortable. This time, he kisses her passionately. Slow, and deep. Diana moaned and placed her palms on his chest, before hugging him.
Scott then held one of her bosoms, and caressed it gently before sucking on the other one. Diana lightly scratched Scott's back as he circle his warm tongue on her bosom in pleasure. Then, he moved his hand to her undies, slid his finger in and pulled it down...
"Are you sure about this? ", Diana asked quietly, with nervousness tracing her voice.
"If you don't want to do it, it's fine Luna", Scott said with puppy eyes, gazing at her delicate face that have turned crimson.
Diana licked her lips and exhaled sharply. "Okay, let's do it", she said. Scott just smiled. He moved closer, drawn by tide that he could no longer resist. Back at it again, he kissed her on the cheek and nibbled on her soft skin. He kneaded her thighs and caressed it before grasping her bottom. His hands hovered between her thighs, waiting for permission.
With one hand, Diana guided Scott's fingers to her wet folds. He groaned as he felt how ready his Luna to welcome his manhood. He inserted one finger slowly, as Diana moved upward at his touch. He pulled it out and back in again, aiming for the right spot that made her eyes roll with an open mouth. She moved along his finger thrusts, gasping harder and pulling him closer. Eventually he inserted another finger, until he heard Diana's soft moans which drove him crazier.
Scott grabbed Diana's hands, placing them around his shoulders. "I'll put it in now, Luna.. I won't hurt you, I promise", he whispered. Diana swallowed a lump, and waited for Scott's next bold move.
They heard howling outside the cottage, and yet it no longer bothered Scott. Nothing would stop him at this point. Remembering about the torch ceremony tonight, Diana halted Scott with a light push. "I think, they need you", she said.
"I need you more, Diana", he murmured, kissing her once again, as he could no longer resist the urge. He then stopped being gentle. This time, it was relentless without self control. Tilting his head every now and then, tasting every corner of her mouth until he is satisfied.
The howling stopped, and the warmth growing in the cottage spread even more.
His hands moved like they had a mind of its own. Scott positioned himself between Diana's legs, making her feel his throbbing rod. Diana winced and held her breath when Scott attempted to put it in first. She was too tight, despite she was dripping wet. When he tried it again, she dug her fingernails on his shoulders as her body stiffened. And on the third try, he gasped when he thrust half of his shaft into her tight womanhood, leaving her curling her toes, and writhing in pain. A small tear out of sweet pain escaped her eyes. He refrained from moving, keeping it in. Giving her space to catch her breath. Then, on his own hook, he started thrusting... pushing in the entire size of his rod right into her. Her legs squeezed around Scott's waist, as he follow a slow rhythm in the sounds of their heavy breaths. They could hear each other's heartbeats as their bodies bridge the energy they share. Gasping for air in each other's mouth, until they reached heaven on earth. The world started to blur, and it felt like they have frozen in time as their bodies finally become one.