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Ze next installment
Squee, start of the next installment of my werewolf series (hopefully the last one)
Disclaimer: I don’t own Mandy or James. *gets poked by the muses’ lawyers* Oh poo, I guess I don’t own Tori Amos either *pout* That is all.
Title: Bliss Of Another Kind (working title)
Rating: R
Reasons: Sexual content/language
Genres: Drama/Romance/Angst
Feedback: axebichick@yahoo.com
~Maybe we’re a bliss of another kind~-Tori Amos ‘Bliss’
Prologue
Catskills, NY-September 15, 1981-7:30 PM
James smirked as he got out of the car, walking up to the small house. God, it felt good to be home. He’d been on the road all summer, only coming back for a week when he was playing a local show. He hadn’t even told Mandy when he was returning, wanting to surprise her.
The past six years had been kinder to them than he would have ever imagined possible. Admittedly, there had been some problems within Mandy’s family after her ‘disorder’ was revealed, but everyone who still loved her stood beside her (some, like her sister, even admitting they had suspected something odd), and those who disliked her did so with a larger passion. It didn’t cause any problems once they came back home to New York, though. James’ album was a smash, as were the two that followed. They quickly moved out of the tiny apartment they were living in into a small yet comfortable house away from the crowded city so Jamie and Mandy could ‘be themselves’ without arousing too much suspicion.
He opened the door without knocking, dropping his things and walking through the living room.
“Mand? I’m home!”
As he kept walking, he noticed that the back door was open. He raised an eyebrow and started to the door. Before he reached it, however, a large brown dog flew through it and pinned him on the ground. He laughed as he felt a sandpaper tongue on his face, smiling when he saw a smaller dog clambering up the steps to nuzzle him.
“Hey girls, I missed you too.”
He managed to sit up, propping himself up on his hands. He gently grabbed the muzzle of the smaller dog, pulling her into his lap.
“And you, little lady, should be in bed.”
The pup whimpered, rubbing her nose against his arm and looking up at him with pleading eyes. Then with a defeated sigh, she stalked away.
James smiled, turning to the larger dog who had rested her head against his ankle. He reached over, stroking her head.
“C’mon luv, let’s go outside.”
She seemed to grin and bolted out the door with him behind her. The second he was out, she tackled him to the ground again. This time, however, he grabbed the back of her neck and rolled her over. She playfully snapped her teeth at him and pressed her paws against his chest. They kept wrestling for a good half hour and finally James flopped back onto the grass with the creature’s head against his chest. He sighed heavily, petting her.
“God, that’s almost better than sex.”
She lifted up her head, staring at him oddly. He laughed, pressing their noses together.
“I said almost. I’m sure you’ll prove me wrong in the morning, though.”
She sighed heavily and rested her head back against his heart, closing her eyes. He smiled, kissing her fur and then closed his eyes as well.
September 16, 1981-5:30 AM
James woke up to something warm and soft running along his face and a tongue in his mouth. He smiled sleepily, languorously opening his eyes. When he saw his wife, naked and working on making him the same, he wrapped his arms around her neck.
“’Morning” he mumbled into her shoulder. She sighed softly, running her fingers through his hair.
“G’morning.”
“Were you going to wake me up, or were you intending to do it all yourself?” he teased.
“Well I figured you’d wake up at some point” she slid his shirt off, groaning when he ran his hands down her back and forward to clutch her breasts.
“Mmm…god, it was torture wrestling around with you last night, you know that?”
Mandy tensed a little at James’ teasing voice. Over the past six years, he had hinted numerous times that he wanted her to change him. But she couldn’t do it. In her heart she knew they were going to be together forever, but her mind said that it might end somehow and then she’d be cursing him.
“Mand? Something wrong?”
She perked a little, shaking her head.
“Course not” then she leaned down, brushing her teeth against his waistband before yanking his pants and boxers down. She kissed and bit his legs as she went, grinning as she moved back up to lightly run her tongue along his length before moving to kneel above him. She gasped as he pulled her down so she sank down on him and his face was pressed against her breast.
“I love you so much” he whispered in between kisses as his mouth moved all along her chest and neck. When he moved up to smile at her, he kissed her mouth. His lips stayed there as she kept moving against him, finally locking with hers in a bruising embrace as they crested.
“Love you too” she panted, flopping down beside him, but he was already asleep. She smiled until she noticed how pale he was. Maybe he was sick. Nah, probably just tired from the tour. Yeah, that had to be it. She nuzzled up beside him and closed her eyes, willing herself not to think terrible thoughts. They’d come so far, how could she lose him now?
Disclaimer: I don’t own Mandy or James. *gets poked by the muses’ lawyers* Oh poo, I guess I don’t own Tori Amos either *pout* That is all.
Title: Bliss Of Another Kind (working title)
Rating: R
Reasons: Sexual content/language
Genres: Drama/Romance/Angst
Feedback: axebichick@yahoo.com
Prologue
Catskills, NY-September 15, 1981-7:30 PM
James smirked as he got out of the car, walking up to the small house. God, it felt good to be home. He’d been on the road all summer, only coming back for a week when he was playing a local show. He hadn’t even told Mandy when he was returning, wanting to surprise her.
The past six years had been kinder to them than he would have ever imagined possible. Admittedly, there had been some problems within Mandy’s family after her ‘disorder’ was revealed, but everyone who still loved her stood beside her (some, like her sister, even admitting they had suspected something odd), and those who disliked her did so with a larger passion. It didn’t cause any problems once they came back home to New York, though. James’ album was a smash, as were the two that followed. They quickly moved out of the tiny apartment they were living in into a small yet comfortable house away from the crowded city so Jamie and Mandy could ‘be themselves’ without arousing too much suspicion.
He opened the door without knocking, dropping his things and walking through the living room.
“Mand? I’m home!”
As he kept walking, he noticed that the back door was open. He raised an eyebrow and started to the door. Before he reached it, however, a large brown dog flew through it and pinned him on the ground. He laughed as he felt a sandpaper tongue on his face, smiling when he saw a smaller dog clambering up the steps to nuzzle him.
“Hey girls, I missed you too.”
He managed to sit up, propping himself up on his hands. He gently grabbed the muzzle of the smaller dog, pulling her into his lap.
“And you, little lady, should be in bed.”
The pup whimpered, rubbing her nose against his arm and looking up at him with pleading eyes. Then with a defeated sigh, she stalked away.
James smiled, turning to the larger dog who had rested her head against his ankle. He reached over, stroking her head.
“C’mon luv, let’s go outside.”
She seemed to grin and bolted out the door with him behind her. The second he was out, she tackled him to the ground again. This time, however, he grabbed the back of her neck and rolled her over. She playfully snapped her teeth at him and pressed her paws against his chest. They kept wrestling for a good half hour and finally James flopped back onto the grass with the creature’s head against his chest. He sighed heavily, petting her.
“God, that’s almost better than sex.”
She lifted up her head, staring at him oddly. He laughed, pressing their noses together.
“I said almost. I’m sure you’ll prove me wrong in the morning, though.”
She sighed heavily and rested her head back against his heart, closing her eyes. He smiled, kissing her fur and then closed his eyes as well.
James woke up to something warm and soft running along his face and a tongue in his mouth. He smiled sleepily, languorously opening his eyes. When he saw his wife, naked and working on making him the same, he wrapped his arms around her neck.
“’Morning” he mumbled into her shoulder. She sighed softly, running her fingers through his hair.
“G’morning.”
“Were you going to wake me up, or were you intending to do it all yourself?” he teased.
“Well I figured you’d wake up at some point” she slid his shirt off, groaning when he ran his hands down her back and forward to clutch her breasts.
“Mmm…god, it was torture wrestling around with you last night, you know that?”
Mandy tensed a little at James’ teasing voice. Over the past six years, he had hinted numerous times that he wanted her to change him. But she couldn’t do it. In her heart she knew they were going to be together forever, but her mind said that it might end somehow and then she’d be cursing him.
“Mand? Something wrong?”
She perked a little, shaking her head.
“Course not” then she leaned down, brushing her teeth against his waistband before yanking his pants and boxers down. She kissed and bit his legs as she went, grinning as she moved back up to lightly run her tongue along his length before moving to kneel above him. She gasped as he pulled her down so she sank down on him and his face was pressed against her breast.
“I love you so much” he whispered in between kisses as his mouth moved all along her chest and neck. When he moved up to smile at her, he kissed her mouth. His lips stayed there as she kept moving against him, finally locking with hers in a bruising embrace as they crested.
“Love you too” she panted, flopping down beside him, but he was already asleep. She smiled until she noticed how pale he was. Maybe he was sick. Nah, probably just tired from the tour. Yeah, that had to be it. She nuzzled up beside him and closed her eyes, willing herself not to think terrible thoughts. They’d come so far, how could she lose him now?