January 1, 2008
Oh god, what a night. Better than I could have imagined. Better than I could ever dream. Grey met me after work with a rose in his hand, things only got better from there. He carried me all the way to the hot spring. *Carried me*. And then he took me back to the cabin. He went through such effort to make a perfect night. It was wonderful, and so romantic, but to be honest, I’d have been happy with just arriving back at the cabin and him jumping my bones. Last night will be a night I’ll remember for a long, long time.
And there will be certain things I will not tell Lyla. Too much of a temptation for her. Heck, I may no even mention one of the bite marks. She may ask to see and I don’t know if I want to share that with her.
I finally got to see his tattoos. The pleasure in seeing him nude made it difficult to concentrate, but I have to say I did pretty well, all things considered. One thing led to another, and I’ve decided to get some tattoos too. I was thinking about a tribal style wolf’s paw in the small of my back, and Grey really liked that idea. He’s going to give me a copy of his pawprint to use. We’re also going to get a matching pair of tattoos that I’m going to try and design. Something that’d mark us as forever as mates. I told him about the idea I had, about putting that tattoo low on my abdomen, below my belly button. He *really* liked that idea, and is going to get his down there, on lower right side of his pelvic area. That discussion got him all eager for a third go round, which would have been fine, except the tear I got the first time started bleeding again, so that got kiboshed.
We talked a bit about the Braffs, and what I should look out for. It’s going to be a difficult time for the next few weeks for them, if they are going to change.
The rest of the night was wonderful. Grey stayed the rest of the night, in my bed. In human form. It was so strange to have someone else in my bed, to awake with a nice, warm, male body holding mine. I really could get used to this.