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axesladeBeta'd by Bri while at her house
Chapter 1
October 10, 1981-9:30 AM
Mandy smiled to herself as she walked up to the house after dropping Jamie off at school, the sound of an acoustic guitar and James’ gorgeous voice hitting her ears. Even after going to see him play for years, she never felt quite as happy as she did hearing him play at home when it was just the two of them.
She quietly walked through the door and down the hall; closing her eyes as an almost orgasmic bliss washed over her the closer she got to the bedroom. She opened the door without knocking; wanting to stand and watch him until he either noticed her or her animalistic urges took over.
A warm calm came upon her when she walked into their space. While their little apartment in New York had been horribly impersonal, the second they moved here they’d set about making it their own. There were the normal things every married couple had, pictures of the two of them together and of Jamie, little silly mementos of things they’d done. But then it started getting eccentric. First the walls: Mandy had painted them to depict a sort of mythical scene of a wolf and some other odd fantastic creature lying together in the moonlight, a little girl between them. The bed was covered in purple and blue silk, the colours they both agreed fit them. And then the two necklaces hanging on either side of the bed, a black pentagram on a silver chain and what looked like a black dog collar.
She snapped out of her reverie when the music stopped and James walked over to her, smiling.
“You know I hate it when you sneak up on me like that.”
“Sorry, I just didn’t want to disturb you. Was that a new piece?”
He nodded, walking around to wrap his arms across her chest.
“Don’t have a title yet, but it’s about us.”
“Like everything you’ve written in the past five years has been, right?” she smiled, wrapping her arms around his neck to pull him down for a kiss. He moaned softly into her mouth, twisting around to easier reach the rest of her skin.
“God, do you have any idea what you to do me?”
“If what’s poking me in the leg is any indicator, I’ve got an inkling.”
He glared mockingly and tumbled her onto the bed, laughing when she shrieked and tried to pull away.
“Nuh-uh, you sneaked in and made me think I was alone when I was working on a song, you need to be punished.”
Mandy growled low in her throat, letting her nails grow out a little to trail down his back.
“And what do you suggest?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know?” he murmured. He slid a hand up her sweater, swiftly shoving it over her head. Then he reached over to the side of the bed, gently cupping the back of her neck as he snapped on her collar. Mandy growled again at this, since it meant that he wanted her to be her ‘wild’ self. They hadn’t done that since he left on tour.
“What kind of punishment is this?”
“….All right, so I’m trying to sound sexy when I’m just horny since we haven’t done this in almost a year, happy?”
She laughed when he pouted mockingly. She sat up a little, kissing him.
“Very.”
He grinned, shoving her back down on the bed and shivering as he felt the fur under his fingers. He hastily unzipped her pants, moaning when she dug her claws into his back.
“God Mand…”
Mandy was more than a little hot herself, and she had to take several deep breaths to regain her control over herself. This was why they didn’t do this often, she was scared that someday she might lose her hold on the change and would end up biting him too hard.
Luckily, she calmed down and managed to halt the process when there was just a light covering of fur on her skin and her teeth and face were just a little shaper than usual. She slid her hand down, yanking off James’ pants and boxers, and then pulled him down onto her. She let out a moaning sound when his fingers pinched her highly sensitive nipples, mouth trailing down her stomach, nuzzling in the fur. Most men would have found the thought of making love to their wife when her body was covered in thick hair to be disgusting, but he loved it. He said it made her warmer and softer, and that the strength of the muscles under the fur reminded him of how strong their love was. Of course, he had been a little drunk the first time he said that but…
She let out a soft groan as he pressed inside her, digging her nails into his skin.
“God…I forgot how good…ohhh…”
“That makes two of us” he laughed, and then as he started speeding up the sound turned into a cough. Mandy opened her eyes, rubbing his back.
“James? Honey, you all right?”
”Just…just f…” he cut off, hacking loudly. He pulled away from her, shaking his head.
“I’m s-sorry Mand, I just…” he kept coughing and she pulled the collar off, hurriedly
changing back.
“You don’t have to be sorry. You probably just caught a little cold. I can wait until you’re better.”
He nodded, cough finally stopping.
“All of a sudden I’m really tired” he muttered, curling up under the blankets. After he closed his eyes, Mandy spooned up behind him, arms wrapped around his strong back. Although his warmth and strength usually lulled her to sleep even at this time in the day, right now she couldn’t think of closing her eyes. She kept thinking of the way he had looked the morning after he came back when they’d finished making love. A shiver ran through her and she held him closer. Probably just the flu.
October 10, 1981-9:30 AM
Mandy smiled to herself as she walked up to the house after dropping Jamie off at school, the sound of an acoustic guitar and James’ gorgeous voice hitting her ears. Even after going to see him play for years, she never felt quite as happy as she did hearing him play at home when it was just the two of them.
She quietly walked through the door and down the hall; closing her eyes as an almost orgasmic bliss washed over her the closer she got to the bedroom. She opened the door without knocking; wanting to stand and watch him until he either noticed her or her animalistic urges took over.
A warm calm came upon her when she walked into their space. While their little apartment in New York had been horribly impersonal, the second they moved here they’d set about making it their own. There were the normal things every married couple had, pictures of the two of them together and of Jamie, little silly mementos of things they’d done. But then it started getting eccentric. First the walls: Mandy had painted them to depict a sort of mythical scene of a wolf and some other odd fantastic creature lying together in the moonlight, a little girl between them. The bed was covered in purple and blue silk, the colours they both agreed fit them. And then the two necklaces hanging on either side of the bed, a black pentagram on a silver chain and what looked like a black dog collar.
She snapped out of her reverie when the music stopped and James walked over to her, smiling.
“You know I hate it when you sneak up on me like that.”
“Sorry, I just didn’t want to disturb you. Was that a new piece?”
He nodded, walking around to wrap his arms across her chest.
“Don’t have a title yet, but it’s about us.”
“Like everything you’ve written in the past five years has been, right?” she smiled, wrapping her arms around his neck to pull him down for a kiss. He moaned softly into her mouth, twisting around to easier reach the rest of her skin.
“God, do you have any idea what you to do me?”
“If what’s poking me in the leg is any indicator, I’ve got an inkling.”
He glared mockingly and tumbled her onto the bed, laughing when she shrieked and tried to pull away.
“Nuh-uh, you sneaked in and made me think I was alone when I was working on a song, you need to be punished.”
Mandy growled low in her throat, letting her nails grow out a little to trail down his back.
“And what do you suggest?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know?” he murmured. He slid a hand up her sweater, swiftly shoving it over her head. Then he reached over to the side of the bed, gently cupping the back of her neck as he snapped on her collar. Mandy growled again at this, since it meant that he wanted her to be her ‘wild’ self. They hadn’t done that since he left on tour.
“What kind of punishment is this?”
“….All right, so I’m trying to sound sexy when I’m just horny since we haven’t done this in almost a year, happy?”
She laughed when he pouted mockingly. She sat up a little, kissing him.
“Very.”
He grinned, shoving her back down on the bed and shivering as he felt the fur under his fingers. He hastily unzipped her pants, moaning when she dug her claws into his back.
“God Mand…”
Mandy was more than a little hot herself, and she had to take several deep breaths to regain her control over herself. This was why they didn’t do this often, she was scared that someday she might lose her hold on the change and would end up biting him too hard.
Luckily, she calmed down and managed to halt the process when there was just a light covering of fur on her skin and her teeth and face were just a little shaper than usual. She slid her hand down, yanking off James’ pants and boxers, and then pulled him down onto her. She let out a moaning sound when his fingers pinched her highly sensitive nipples, mouth trailing down her stomach, nuzzling in the fur. Most men would have found the thought of making love to their wife when her body was covered in thick hair to be disgusting, but he loved it. He said it made her warmer and softer, and that the strength of the muscles under the fur reminded him of how strong their love was. Of course, he had been a little drunk the first time he said that but…
She let out a soft groan as he pressed inside her, digging her nails into his skin.
“God…I forgot how good…ohhh…”
“That makes two of us” he laughed, and then as he started speeding up the sound turned into a cough. Mandy opened her eyes, rubbing his back.
“James? Honey, you all right?”
”Just…just f…” he cut off, hacking loudly. He pulled away from her, shaking his head.
“I’m s-sorry Mand, I just…” he kept coughing and she pulled the collar off, hurriedly
changing back.
“You don’t have to be sorry. You probably just caught a little cold. I can wait until you’re better.”
He nodded, cough finally stopping.
“All of a sudden I’m really tired” he muttered, curling up under the blankets. After he closed his eyes, Mandy spooned up behind him, arms wrapped around his strong back. Although his warmth and strength usually lulled her to sleep even at this time in the day, right now she couldn’t think of closing her eyes. She kept thinking of the way he had looked the morning after he came back when they’d finished making love. A shiver ran through her and she held him closer. Probably just the flu.
