Raven walked into her apartment and flopped down on her sofa (which has seen better days) with a little 'oomph'.
"Why do all men have to be jerks, Diablo? Is it in their programming or something? Can't at least one of them want to have a decent conversation without staring at my body?"
But, with her wild riot of auburn curls dancing around her shoulders, her bright gray eyes, full, round, perky breasts, slender waist, curvy hips, and her long, lithe legs, no man was able to resist Raven's looks. Diablo just purred and jumped into her lap, pawed at her legs and arched his back, begging for attention. Raven ruffled his fur with a little laugh.
"Why am I even asking you? You're the biggest, most stuck up man I know."
Diablo's answer? A little hiss, a switch of his tail and an elegant jump off of her lap. Raven laughed a little then sighed and got up to rummage through her refrigerator.
"Damn. Forgot to go shopping again." She looked at her watch. "Damn. 3 a.m. I just left the bar so I'm not going back out to the store to deal with even more drunks."
She tapped her long blood red fingernails against the door and muttered, "I swear I haven't been able to think straight since . . . "
She slammed the door shut and rested her forehead against the freezer door.
"It's been 3 years. You'd think I'd have gotten over him by now!"
She punched the door and let out a string of explicatives that would make a sailor blush. Raven shoved herself away from the door and trudged into her bathroom to get ready for bed.
Stephen disappeared three years ago without a trace. No one has heard anything, seen anything from him since. Raven was probably the most hurt of anyone. He was Raven's Master. The Love of her life. The other half of her soul. He was the one reason for her to live. He found her at her most desperate and brought her under His protection. He loved her, nurtured her, taught her then disappeared.
Raven stared at her reflection in the mirror and swore again when the view started to become blurred by tears.
"Dammit all to hell! I will not start crying all over again!"
Automatically she thought "Master is going to punish me for swearing." She gasped and lifted her hand to her mouth in surprise.
"I haven't thought about that part of our relationship for a while. Why is it coming back now," she questioned her reflection. Her reflection answered with a little waver and the appearance of a pair of green eyes, the color of the sea after a storm. Stephen's eyes.
Raven's eyes widened for a moment then she slammed them shut.
"No. No. NO! This is so not happening. I am never drinking again. I am not hallucinating. I am not seeing Stephen's eyes looking back at me."
She turned her back to her reflection and rested her behind against the counter top. She buried her face in her hands for a moment before letting out a quiet sob. Her head snapped up and she wiped the tears away from her cheeks.
"Sleep. Yes sleep. That's what I need."
She wandered blindly into her bedroom, stripping clothes off as she went and turned out her light. She pulled out Stephen's old, ragged college t-shirt and with a soft, resigned sigh, slipped it on. Raven curled up under the blankets, in the bed that she and Stephen had shared, and cried herself to sleep. That unbroken bit of peace that she so desired never came. The moment her eyes were shut and her unconscious took over Raven was plagued by dreams.
From what seemed like a million lifetimes away, Stephen smiled as he looked down on her sleeping form, laid out before him on his bed.
"So innocent in sleep," he thought. "But I certainly know how much of a wild animal she is when she is in my hands."
He traced a callused finger down her ivory cheek and chuckled when she instinctively turned her head towards the touch. A soft moan escaped from between her soft lips and Stephen's crooked grin appeared.
"Oh my little one. I never tire of hearing that wonderful sound from you. And I will hear it again, little girl."
With one swift movement, Stephen scooped Raven up into his strong arms, walked out of his chambers and journeyed through the halls of the castle towards his play area. Servants ducked out of his way, smiling knowingly at the lord of the manor. A few daring ones even winked. A few of the maids in the main hall sighed as their hearts fluttered at the impressive sight before them. Stephen was not a small man. Even when he arrived at Ravencrest Manor, he was not a small man. But in the three years since, he became the man of his destiny. Finely chiseled muscles grace his form now, honed by years of practice with sword and bow, with battles fought to protect his home. His towering frame, easily a foot above the tallest man in the manor, filled out and changed from that of a businessman to one of a warrior. His wide shoulders flow down into his chest, his stomach tapers in a v down to his hips. His muscled arms carry the burden of his sleeping love with no signs of tiring. His strong legs eat up the stone as he strides confidently lower and lower into his castle's dungeons.
Raven shifted slightly in his arms and buried her nose deeper against his chest. His laugh rumbled in his chest but still it did not wake her.
"Good thing you are such a deep sleeper, my love or we would never have made it this far without you waking up in one of your wonderful moods. But soon, little one. Soon you'll awaken into a world of pleasure you have never known. A world you only dreamed of. A world I can finally give to you."
Stephen shouldered the heavy door of his playroom open then kicked it shut with a muscular leg. His movements became a little more impatient and agitated now that he was so close to his prize. He quickly crossed the room and laid Raven down on a table that resembled a medieval torture device. He slipped her slender ankles into shackles and locked them tight, her legs spread out wide by a spreader bar. He smiled as he shifted her body to remove his old, hole-infested college t-shirt that Raven faithfully wore to bed.
"This, my dear one" holding up the shirt, "will have to go. You will have no more use for clothes of that time anymore."
But he tossed it in a corner, knowing that she will want to keep it for sentimentality's sake. Raven's wrists were hastily bound in shackles attached to a long chain, stretching her arms above her head, then he stepped back to survey his work.
His heart raced at the sight before him, his blood began to roar in his ears and his cock twitched again in anticipation. Raven's ivory skin glowed in the candlelight and was perfectly offset by the dark wood on which she slept. Her hair was fanned out around her head like a halo of fire. With her arms stretched above her head, her full breasts were bared and slightly thrust upward towards him, like an offering to the pagan gods and goddesses. The delicate moons of her long lashes rested against her slightly flushed cheeks, hiding the true treasure of her being. Her beautiful gray eyes. Eyes that Stephen knew could be as dark as a storm cloud, showing him her passion, or as clear as the sky at dawn, letting him see deep into her soul.
Stephen reached down and gently brushed her cheek again with the back of his knuckles. He leaned down and lightly skimmed his lips over hers and groaned aloud at the taste and touch.
"Little one, wake up. Wake up and let me see those eyes. Let me take you from the light into the dark again and again. Raven ... sweet Raven ... open your eyes for me"
He kissed her again, stood back, and as if on command, her eyelids fluttered then slowly began to open. He watched her brain slowly begin to function then smiled at the surprise that filled her eyes at the sight of him.
Raven whispered in disbelief, "Stephen?"
Again a little louder, "Stephen? How? Where? What?"
Her eyes began to dart frantically about the room and she was tugging at her bindings to free herself. Stephen simply laid a finger against her mouth and she stilled.
"Hush, little one. I have finally brought you home."
Raven shook her head in disbelief.
"I'm dreaming. This is one helluva dream girl and you seriously have to wake up."
Her gaze sought his again and tears started rolling down her cheeks.
"Stephen, oh God, Stephen. You still haunt me in my dreams. When am I ever going to get over you?"
She closed her eyes again and started to tremble as the tremendous sadness in her soul threatened to well up and take control again. This time, however, Stephen didn't just fade away into the darkness when she opened her eyes again. His image moved closer to the table and sat down beside her. She whimpered as she imagined she felt his heat against her body. She shook even more as she sensed him leaning towards her.
She jumped when he touched his lips to her ear and whispered, "'Tis no dream, little one. 'Tis reality. OUR reality."
Raven squeezed her eyes shut and started mumbling, "What the hell was in those drinks? Someone must have slipped me a rufie or something. This isn't real. You're not here, Stephen. You're just a figment of my fucked up mind. I'm still in bed."
"I am real, Raven. More real and more alive than you can ever imagine. If I weren't real, would I be able to do this?"
He reached for her breast and brushed his finger over her hardening nipple.
Raven gasped and her eyelids flew open.
"Stephen? This is truly real? Where are we? How did we get here? Why are my arms...?"
Her words were cut short when she tugged on her arms and realized she couldn't move them. She lifted her head to see her feet and gasped when she saw her ankles bound and a spreader bar between them. She looked at him in wonder. All he did was smile down at her with that crooked grin that she fell in love with.
"Tsk tsk tsk, Raven, sweet. I thought we stopped that nasty swearing problem of yours. And what ever happened to that delightfully respectful title you had for me?"
He leaned down slowly, letting his lips come a mere breath away from her own. Their breath mingled together and with one single word whispered from his lips, everything came flooding back to Raven.
"Master."
Raven raised her head slightly to touch her lips to his and only managed to whisper, "Oh Master" before he crushed his lips to hers and took her mouth hungrily.
He slipped his arms around her body and lifted her up as much as he could to his, crushing her against his solid chest. He fought against the raging beast in his soul demanding that he take her now. He fought hard to keep it down but it threatened to overtake him as a soft moan escaped from between her parted lips and his tongue delved into the sweetness of her mouth.
"Raven... Raven... Raven...Oh my darling Raven." Stephen whispered over and over again, a soft mantra filling the expanse of the room as he kissed her.
He reluctantly pulled away and Raven whimpered her displeasure as she tried to reach for him.
"Where are you going? Please Master, don't leave me again. I couldn't bear it if you did. Please Master, don't..."
Her begging was cut short by a stern look from Stephen.
"Seems to me that we have some work to accomplish. You have become lax since I have been gone."
"No, Master, I haven't. Please Master." Raven turned her eyes towards his and he could see the pleading look in her eyes.
"Yes you have, little girl," he ground out. "And now is the time to pay for it."
The warmth of reuniting with his love still lingered in his eyes but it was now edged by the sternness of a Master.
He slipped away from her and out of her sight. She heard slight movements behind her then heard the clinking of a chain being moved. All of the sudden, Raven's wrists were lifted off of the table, followed quickly by her arms. She felt his hand at her back, guiding her upwards as she struggled to free herself.
"Enough!"
One word from him stopped her movements and she hung her head, not in shame but in respect and submission. The chain didn't stop moving until Raven was suspended above the table by her wrists, her toes barely in contact with the rough wood. She moaned softly at the sensations running rampant through her body that she thought long dead.
"Aye, little one. I see you haven't forgotten all. Let us see if you remember what comes next."
"Please Master. Your girl has been lax in her duties and she deserves to be punished. She willingly accepts any punishments you deem necessary, Master."
"Good."
Raven heard the sound of movement coming from behind her again then gasped as she felt the handle of a whip under her chin, forcing her to lift her eyes to Stephen's. She kept her darkened, stormy eyes connected with his vibrant green ones as she lowered her lips to the handle and gave it a gentle kiss. Just as her lips touched the whip, the palm of Stephen's hand found her cunt and pressed hard against it. The passion in her eyes flared bright for a moment and the corner of his mouth curved slightly in a knowing grin. He lowered the whip from her mouth and snapped it behind her, the crack sounding like thunder echoing in the stone walled room. He leaned in and whispered against her ear.
"You're wet already, little girl. I remember you always being wet for me and now you will be again. Always ready for me to...take... you when and where I wish."
Just as suddenly as Stephen was in her sight, he was gone again. This time she knew where he was. She knew what was coming next and closed her eyes, her body taught with the anticipation of the coming blow. She waited for what seemed like an eternity and still the blow did not come. Her heart starting racing faster, the blood in her veins rushed through her body, and her cunt became even wetter, starting to trickle down her inner thighs. She started to squirm a little; a feeble attempt to show him how much she needed this.
"Do not move," Stephen growled from behind her just as she heard the swish of the whip through the air, seconds before it came in contact with her skin. She whipped her head back and ground her teeth together to keep the moan inside that was threatening to escape.
Raven ground out through her clenched teeth, "Thank you, Master. May girl have another?"
Stephen answered with another perfectly placed hit, landing across her round, firm ass and leaving a bright red stripe that crossed the previous mark.
"Thank you, Master. May girl have another?"
Again and again and again, the whip sailed through the air and landed with deadly accuracy, leaving a criss-cross pattern across her back and ass but never once breaking her tender skin. Tears flowed down her cheeks, this time in pleasure from the pain. Just as she was about to beg her Master to let her cum, he slipped his hand between her thighs from behind and powerfully thrust two fingers up into her hungry cunt. Her entire body convulsed but still she held on, desperately fighting her baser urge to let her pleasure fly. Stephen leaned forward and lightly ran his tongue along one of the welts reddening further into a deep crimson.
"Aye, little one. You are so ready for me. You are once again how I like to see you. Constantly aroused and ready to take me."
He removed his finger quickly and she wavered, trying to sway back against his touch.
"Crawl down onto the furs, slut. Your Master requires service."
Stephen's movements belied his inner urgency as he leisurely freed her ankles from the shackles and the spreader bar then slowly lowered her so her knees rested on the table. He freed her wrists from their bindings and she brought them in front of her to rub them lightly. His movement to her right snapped her mind back on track and she hastily climbed from the table and sank to her knees on the luxurious furs he had pointed to. She tossed her hair over her shoulder as she settled on her knees. She spread her knees wide and rested her hands on her creamy thighs, palms facing the ceiling. Her back was perfectly straight, her stance showing her pride in her submission.
Stephen came up behind her and grabbed a fistful of her silken hair.
He yanked her head back and snarled, "Tell me how bad you want it slut. Let me know how much you need to please me."
Raven's eyes flared wide, revealing the smoky gray orbs of her eyes, darkened with passion and desire. The tip of her pink tongue snaked out to wet her dry lips and she smiled in her mind at his sharp intake of breath barely audible in the room.
"Your slut needs you more than life itself, Master. She needs to taste your wonderful cock more than she needs to breathe. She will only gain her pleasure in seeing to Yours, Master."
He gave a growling snort through his nose as he released her hair, giving her head a little shove in the process.
"We'll see about that, slut."
Stephen walked over to a large, ornate chair perched at the edge of the furs. He sank down onto the cushions covered with a luxurious midnight blue velvet and rested one elbow on the arm of the chair, his fingers idly stroking the carving of a raven's head that graced the end of the arm. He rested his chin in the cup of his other hand, elbow on the arm of the chair, and raised an uninterested eyebrow, seeming to challenge Raven to make him lose the look of disenchantment gracing his handsome face. The only things that betrayed his calm exterior were the passionate, hungry fire burning bright in his eyes and his thick cock fully erect.
She gasped at the sight before her. While she was preoccupied with gaining the feeling back in her wrists, Stephen had removed his breeches and tossed them to the side of the room. The sight of him sitting there, completely at ease, completely naked and completely erect sent another thrill rushing through her body, straight to her core. Her body answered as any other woman's would have, with a hot rush of liquid down her thighs. To her, he looked like a primal god sitting in his throne, hair burnished a fiery gold by the candlelight and fire in the room. A god, who, on a whim, decided to come down and play with the mortals.
Raven might have been named after a bird but all of her movements were purely feline. She fell forward onto her hands and arched her back, lifting her ass into the air as she crawled toward him. She faltered only for a moment, the lush furs against her highly sensitized skin causing a gentle shudder to race through her body. She won control over her traitorous body and resumed her short trek across the furs. One hand in front of the other. One knee in front of the other, like a cat on the prowl. She slinked across the floor towards him, seeming to have muscles in her body a human shouldn't have. The wickedness flared in her eyes as she heard another barely inaudible intake of breath and saw him shift slightly in his chair.
She crawled to the side in which his hand was resting on the arm of the chair and nudged her nose under it. Just like a cat, she nuzzled her nose and face against his hand, turning slightly to press her soft lips to his palm. The corner of his mouth crooked upwards in a minute smile.
"I see you've been taking lessons from Diablo while I've been gone, little girl. Let's hope you haven't learned his arrogance as well."
He sunk his strong fingers into the wealth of her hair and gently pushed her head towards the center of his body.
"But I'm sure Diablo couldn't have taught you anything more about what I want you to do right now. I seem to remember that you were quite good at it before. Show me how right I am, little one. Service your Master . . . " He leaned down towards her, his fiery gaze locked on hers and he growled "...NOW."
Raven jumped a little at the urgency in his voice and quickly situated herself between his legs, letting her shoulders nudge his thighs a little further apart. The candlelight reflected like sparkling diamonds in her eyes, so darkened with desire they are almost black.
A self-satisfied grin crosses her full ruby red lips as she leans in to press a gentle kiss to his inner thigh. She rests both hands on his thighs and slowly massages her strong fingers up towards his hips. His eyes blaze with the desire she's invoking in him. He clears his throat and shifts in his seat again. The demon he though he had pushed deep down inside of him awakens and rears its head. It stretches its claws like a great cat awakening in the sunlight. He can feel its eyes burning hot with the promise of what's to come from the figure between his thighs.
"You're stalling, little one."
"If that is what you wish to think, Master but I am merely doing what you wish."
She looks up at him with an impish twinkle in her eyes as she nips at his inner thigh. He gives a soft, gentle laugh as he leans over her and smacks her already reddened behind. A soft growl emanates from deep within his soul when she sucks in a sharp breath at his touch and jumps at his hand. While still leaning over her, he turns his head, bringing his nose against the sensitive spot just behind her ear. He inhales deeply, drinking in her scent, her essence before snarling against her ear through clenched teeth.
"You just earned yourself more swats on that sweet ass of yours. Keep it up and your ass will be permanently tanned red."
Stephen nipped at her ear before sitting up and leaning back in his chair once again. She gives him a little squeeze on his hips then just rests her hands there as she lower her lips to the prize before her.
Her soft, candy pink tongue darts out, giving him quick, teasing little licks along the entire length of his cock. She looks up at him and the impossible happens: her eyes darken even more, the irises seeming to become engulfed by the darkness of her pupils. With a soft little moan accompanying the movement, she gently brushes the fingers of her right hand over his stomach then down the entire length of his cock.
She smiles as he twitches just a little at the touch of her hand and she can see his jaw flexing with the control he's trying to keep intact. From the tip, her fingers trail back down his length on the underside, finally coming to rest on his balls. Gently massaging them with her right hand, she brings her left down his length in the same way.
This time, she stops her fingers at the tip and hungrily leans in to flutter her tongue around just the very tip of his cock. Her hair brushes against the sensitive skin of his thighs and she smiles to herself when she hears a soft but quick intake of breath come from up above her. She keeps her eyes locked on his and winks at the exact moment she twirls her tongue around the tip and draws him into the warmth of her mouth.
He lets out a soft moan and the desire in his eyes blazes bright, his eyes like emeralds drenched in sunlight, when he notices where her left hand is going...in between her parted thighs. She moans deep and low in her throat, making her lips vibrate around him when she thrusts her fingers deep inside her already soaking slit. She brings her fingers back out, lifting them slightly so he can see just how slick they are before wrapping that hand around the base of his cock.
She moans again, this time a little longer, a little louder when his hand snakes into her hair and he holds her tight against him. While stroking the base of his cock with her cunt juice soaked hand, she alternates sucking hard then lightly on just the head of his cock, her tongue swirling, licking, even tapping very lightly against the very tip.
He growls and flexes his fingers in her hair and with a devilish twinkle in her eye, she takes him in her mouth as far as she can, only about halfway, moaning so deep in her throat when she tastes both of them mixed together. She presses her lips together around him then with achingly slow progress; she moves her lips down the length of his cock before again taking him as deep as she can in one swift movement. Over and over again, she does this, one hand working on the base of his cock, the other massaging and gently tugging at his balls, all the while her mouth working the head, sucking, licking, savoring it like it's her last meal.
Stephen fights to control his breathing, fights to calm his racing heart. His husky voice rumbles from up above her.
"You are going to be the death of me, little girl. I swear you've learned much more since I've been away."
Between teasing little licks and kisses, she mumbles against his massive cock.
"Let's just say that I've watched a few movies, went to a few clubs while you've been gone, Master. I've picked up a few tricks while you've been away, my love."
She takes both hands away, resting them on his hips again as she takes him deep in her throat, almost his entire length disappearing into her mouth. She gags just a little and backs away before she would accidentally bite down, her soft, panting breaths fanning cool air against his cock. She hears him growl above her and he pushes against the back of her head, spurring her on to do it again. She does and this time takes him a little deeper than before. She sucks as hard as she can while working her mouth up and down his length. He finally breaks his stoic stance and moves his hips to fuck her mouth, their movements working in perfect harmony. Her hands slide around towards his back, slipping under and gripping his ass slightly, pulling him in harder.
Raven can see herself reflected in his eyes and groans at the sight. A wild, wanton woman on her knees, looking up at him with pure desire and need raging in her eyes. She growls at the same heat and passion she sees in his eyes, in his movements. She parts his ass cheeks and gently runs her finger around the little rosebud hidden inside eliciting a primal snarl from between his tightly clenched teeth. Both of them are working wildly, almost frantic, building up so much energy. Both of his hands are in her hair now, pushing her mouth forward just as she hears a roar come from above her.
All of the sudden, she's jerked upward, the effect disorienting to her. Stephen crushes his mouth to hers, growling and moaning into her open mouth as he finally gets a taste of both their essences mixed in her mouth.
The tip of his cock is nudges against her wet slit and his fingers dig into her hips as he positions her better above him.
He bites and nibbles on her neck as he growls, "Now, little girl, you are going to be fucked like the slut you are. You're my little slut, aren't you? Tell me. SAY IT!"
She can barely get the words out as she pants and moans against the side of his neck.
"I'm yours. I'm your slut. Your whore. I deserve to be used like the little slut that I am. I need to be fucked and used like the whore I am. Please, please, oh god please fuck me, Master. PLE..."
The last of her plea ends on a wild scream as he impales her on his long, thick cock. Both of them throw their heads back, both snarling at the sensations whipping through their bodies. She wraps her arms tightly around his shoulders, her thighs clenching tighter against his body as she starts to move her hips in small circles. She clenches her cunt tight around his cock, trapping him deep inside her. She can feel him growing thicker inside her, causing her to move just a little bit faster, a little bit wilder. His arms wrap around her body, one hand in her hair, the other grasping her ass cheek tightly.
"Oh god, you are still so damn tight. I could fuck that tight little cunt of yours all day every day and never get tired of you."
They move with perfect synchronicity, their movements matching the other as if they had never been apart at all. The chair shakes underneath them as his hips rise up, pounding into her sensitive slit even as she slams her body down against his. The sent of their lovemaking is thick in the air, their screams and moans wild beyond imagining. With each movement, each time their bodies grind against each other, their bodies meld closer together, becoming one once again. Their souls take flight and meet in the skies, crashing into one another almost violently, the empty pieces of each being filled by the other. His beast rages to the surface and hers rises from deep inside to meet his. They dance together, like two big cats brushing their velvet-furred bodies against each other. Sweat gleams on their rocking bodies, the world shrunk down to just the two of them on that chair, bodies wrapped tightly around each other.
Raven turns her head to lick the sweat from his neck and shoulders, whimpering and pleading to him with her husky voice.
"Please, Master! Please I need to cum now! I need to cum right this moment or I will surely burn up and die from this heat. Please!"
Stephen clenches his jaw, grinds his teeth almost to the point of pain as he forces the words out.
"Cum! Cum now, my angel! Give me all that you have and more!"
Both of their bodies tense for a split second. Then both of them shake wildly as the violence of their mutual release rocks them to each of their cores. Raven throws her head back, her arms wide to her sides as she screams. Her cunt spasms around his thickening cock, spilling juices all over his lap and the chair. He's pushed over the edge and his head flies back as well with one final thrust upward into her heat. He roars like a wild animal as his seed spills deep into her, her body answering by milking everything out of him. Both of them are suspended in time, outside their bodies as waves of desire, passion and love crash through them time and time again.
Finally, Raven collapses against Stephen's chest. Soft, gentle tremors racing through her body with each little aftershock. She pulls her arms in between their bodies and nestles her head in against his shoulder. He wraps his arms around her, pulling her in tight against his body. He leans his head down, buries his nose against her neck and smiles against her slick flesh. He can feel her heart racing, her chest heaving with the effort to catch her breath and he laughs as he realizes that his own is doing the same.
She is barely able to open one eye at his laughter.
"What?"
He laughs even harder when she punches his shoulder.
"What is it? Why are you laughing?"
"Nothing, my love. Absolutely nothing. I'm just laughing at the joy I feel inside me now that I finally have you in my arms once again."
He pulls back and looks at her with a boyish twinkle in his eye.
"And you have learned much since I've been gone. And I can't be more thankful for it."
Raven smiles to him as he lowers his mouth to hers and gives her the softest, most tender kiss she has ever been given. She snuffles a little and settles more comfortably against his body, grinning at his chuckling.
She closes her eyes and mumbles sleepily, "Why did you leave me? Where did you go and where are we now?"
Stephen kisses her temple as he rises from his chair, his cock still buried deep inside her sweet warmth. He holds her to him as she instinctively wraps her legs around his waist and uses her muscles to massage his cock inside her. He nips at her shoulder and laughs.
"Enough, my love. You've had enough for tonight and I'm not sure I could survive another round with you right now either."
He walks across the room to the enormous four-poster bed partially hidden in the shadows. Taking the few steps up to the bed, he reluctantly disengages their bodies, placing her on the edge of the thick feather bed. He pulls the covers down and motions her under the thick blankets and furs covering and warming the bed. He playfully swats her ass and laughs at the glare she throws over her shoulder at him. He crawls into bed and pulls her body to his, nestling her back against his chest, their bodies lining up perfectly.
Wrapping her in his arms, he kisses her temple again and whispers softly, "Sleep, my love. We have all the time in the world to answer your questions. Right now I just want to fall asleep with you in my arms again."
Raven snuggles closer to him and chuckles, "Alright, but when we wake up, you are going to answer every question I have. EVERY single one of them."
He rolls his eyes and squeezes her tightly with his strong arms.
"I probably should cancel everything I have planned for the next three weeks then, shouldn't I?"
"You bet, buddy. And I think after the performance I just gave, I deserve them."
Both of them are thrown into a fit of giggles and as the laughter subsides, he gently kisses her shoulder.
"Oh my sweet little Raven. What could I have possibly done in my live to deserve someone as wonderful as you?"
He only hears her soft snoring as an answer and closes his eyes, falling asleep with a soft smile on his face.
Stephen and Raven finally settle in for the rest of the night, both of them falling into the first dreamless, peaceful sleep either have had in three long years.
