A Mate's Return
For WhiteWolfMoonHowl
Happy valentines day
It was snowing again. It always seemed to be snowing these days, putting a harsh chill on the air. An unrelenting cold touch that could almost be felt even in the warmest of rooms, as though it wasn't passed through the skin, but felt directly on the soul.
Dark clouds covered the sky, laden heavy with their wintery loads. The days, never long enough at this time of year anyhow, were reduced to a dull gloomy twilight, the usual cycle of light and dark reduced to a shadow of its normal self. Each hour merging with the next, day by day, until time seemed to almost come to a standstill, frozen by the weather, by the monotony.
And still it snowed.
He waited by the window, nose almost pressed to the glass, eyes scanning the feathery darkness beyond the pane, searching for any sign. A month away, a whole month. It hadn't seemed so long in the beginning, just a few weeks, but it was amazing how long it seemed now. The house seemed to echo without his presence, rooms looming oddly with shadows. He'd wandered them at night, with the constant feeling that his love was in the next room, waiting, almost in reach. But in each, only darkness. So he'd return to his room, their room, and spend another night alone, counting each minute, for him to return.
He should have been home by now, half an hour ago at least. They'd last spoken just after his plane got in, and that had been well over an hour by now. Surely even this weather wouldn't slow the journey this much? Again thoughts turned towards harsh fears, the dangers of travelling in the snow, the ice, the accidents... the death, before darting away again, unwilling to linger. He shook himself, ruffling his fur and curling is striped tail about his body. No, there was no point thinking of that, everything would be fine, he was just a little late that was all. Any minute now he'd pull into the driveway, just you wait and see.
His ears perked again, catching the muted rumble of an engine, and he concentrated once more on the snow. But it was nothing, another truck rumbling past, ploughing through the darkness and on into the night. He settled beck slightly, ears drooping, he'd be here soon.
Just you wait and see.
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Another 20 minutes pass, each solitary vehicle bringing promise and leaving with despair, until they barely registered, just punctuation in the passing of time. He didn't even notice the car until it pulled onto the driveway, lights flashing their muted beams past the window, startling him out of his rumination.
He was home.
Dashing outside, heedless of the cold snow on his paws, the wind on his face, he reaches the car even as his love steps out, he wraps his arms around his chest, pulling him in tight, pressing himself into his chest. After a moments surprise, he feels strong, warm arms engulf him, and all worry is forgotten in the moment of bliss.
But then the cold makes itself known once more, biting into his flesh and he heads for the door, pulling his love behind. Muted protests of luggage are made, and just as promptly ignored, there was time for that later. It wasn't important right now.
Soon they're curled up on the sofa together, pressed close for warmth beneath their shared blanket. Small talk is made, travel and flights and delays. It's all for show though, the true communication happens silently, it's in the expressions, the embrace, the just being there. It tells of the loneliness, but it also tells of love, of the joy of just BEING there. Together.
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When time comes to sleep, they press against each other once more, naked between the sheets. He can smell his loves need, a strong, masculine scent, even as the sheath pressed against his belly begins to bulge. He knows what his mate wants. Lying back, he feels himself hardening as his mate places himself over his smaller frame, spreading his legs wide in anticipation. There's no need for either so speak, word unable to communicate as much as expressions, their eyes locked together as his lover positions himself, gazing down lovingly as he prepares to take him.
He feels the penetration, slow and gentle, spreading him wide like no other can. He cries out, not in pain but in pleasure, feeling his mate claiming him as his own, pressing onwards until their bodies meet in a surge of warmth. They're one again, he can feel the throb as his mate's cock shifts within him, the strong, soothing pulse of his heart transferred between them. The time apart is forgotten, as his whole world collapses down to this one room, the one bed, just the two of them open to each other.
Their lovemaking is a relaxed affair, no harsh event over in a few brief thrusts. They take their time, losing themselves in the act itself, learning each other again until it's as though they'd never been apart.
It's only at the end that the act becomes something more primal, fulfilling a deeper urge. He can feel his mate building towards the final peak, his thrusts becoming harder, more urgent, pushing his own body to a matching level. When his love finally climaxes it's with a near roar of spirit, driving himself deep, pressing their bodies together as one, he feels his mate's teeth on his shoulder even as he feels the release inside him, marking him as belonging to no one else. The feelings push him over the edge, and he cries out in his own ecstasy as he coats both their bellies with his essence.
As they lie together afterwards, his mate's cock still within him as they enjoy the simple touch of embrace, he knows that they'll always be together. While time and distance may separate them, no matter for how long, his mate will return and they will be as one once more. He knows this as he begins to drift to sleep in his lovers comforting embrace, and so they stay, together. A tiger and his wolf.