Tume's Story: Here and Gone Again
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About Tume de Soto
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Basic Time Line
A Story
Sometime on Tuesday (04-08-08), Tume arrives at Malic's shop. She is wearing black cargo pants that billow about her ankles, and an olive tank top that leaves her shoulders exposed. Wrapped around her waist is a blue wrap, with Hawaiian flowers on it... Very obviously hedgespun... very much in fact like the one she got from him.
She purrs softly
"It’s been too long."
Malic Smile big at Tume.
"Indeed it has. Do you have a package for me? Or this simply a.... social call?"
She shakes her head...
"Unfortunately, it’s a bit of business... though I've no objections to a bit of both..." she looks up at him through thick lashes, the black tear streaks from her eyes eliminating any glare from the sun.
Malic gently brushes the tear from her face and puts his arm around her, leading her into his shop.
"What's the matter poodle? Dose daddy need to take care of someone for you?"
The tear he attempts to brush aside is mealy an illusion... the black "stain" being a mark of her beast nature more then anything else. She leans slightly into him, and huffs...
"Business first..." She reaches into her bag and pulls out a package and a letter... "From Nycto." She murmurs as she hands them up to him.
"Well, that’s unexpected, but a pleasant surprise my dear. I always do love hearing from old friends."
Malic takes the letter gently from her hands (and signs something if needed). Then motions for her to come inside.
"Why do we have a cup of tea and I can write him back for you? Then we can move onto..... Other things."
Malic gives her a bit of a sly smile and gestures towards the door to his shop.
She follows him into the shop, smirking.
"Most definitely... I hadn't planned on dropping a running... Tea sounds nice."
Even from behind he might feel the weight of her eyes moving over his form.
"You look good."
As they walk into the shop, Malic turns back to Tume. With a small smile on the face of this venerable old changeling. He says:
“You’re not so bad yourself Doll! Did you lose some weight?"
She chuckles,
"Maybe... been working more, so running more. Stressing a bit more too... "
She huffs again, slightly agitated, but not at him...
"Stupid fetches... killing people... Oh, and I'm a Queen now."
Malic smiles at the beautiful young lady,
"I know you highness" he lets out a small laugh. "I'm sorry I could not attend your coronation pussy cat. I did however get to queen rya's coronation in Atlantic City. It was a nice ceremony. So now what is this about Fetches killing folk?"
Malic goes to the stove in the back of his shop and puts some water on for tea as he is speaking to the young lady.
"Ummm one of the guys, that was ensorcelled before got taken and was replaced with a fetch. He came back... and the fetch, well... he went a little homicidal... Only he’s wicked umber right now, and the last time a group went against him they got caught in a mirror and we had to save them, now he's recruited someone else to help him and the cats around the city are going nuts..." She breathes finally.
Malic's look turns to that of concern, but he continues to go about his business as if the news is not all that shocking.
"So this would have anything to do with the army of fetches that I have heard about, does it?"
"Gods, there's an army of them out there?" She shudders, "I certainly hope not cause I'm really not prepared to deal with an army of fetches... specially if they're umber nasty like this one is."
“Well for now this army is an only a rumor. Let hope it stays that way."
He pulls out a pen and some monogrammed paper and sits down to write Nycto back a letter.
"So what is this Fetches name? I'll have it checked out."
"He goes by Mathew Hardigan; he shouldn't be difficult to learn about at least not from Fresno folks, his face is plastered over every wanted poster in town."
She plops down into a near by chair and closes her eyes briefly, a rumbly purr emanating from her throat as she waits for him to finish writing.
As he write the tea pot starts to whistle. He gets up to pour a cup for tea for her.
"Interesting. I'll check up on this Fetch and see what I can do for the situation. The question is are you ok?"
He hands her a nice hot coffee house style mug of tea
Her nose twitches delightfully before he even makes it to her chair, and one eye opens lazily before the other. She stretches languidly, the tank rising up exposing a torso with a whitish color to it, and on her sides, maybe the barest hints of black spots.
She happily sips the tea, oolong... oh the happiness... "I'm better now. Just need a break every once in a while. The coronation... was a bit rough; the old monarch decided to try and convince me that I was a coward... didn't go too well for him."
"Well what happened? The old monarch not want to give up the crown?"
Malic sits and starts to write after getting a cup of Tea for her and himself.
"Well... he decided at first that he didn't want the crown... Then he "changed his mind", then he tried to justify it, then he accused me of being a coward because when they all went off to find and fight the umber fetch I had to bow out because I had just been put in charge of a new darkling that had showed up, and then ended up saving their butts.. Then in a really odd turn of events he suddenly decided because he'd joined the Blackbird Bishops that it would be a bad omen for him the be the Royal, and smiled and said he'd support me."
She takes a breath... "So nothing really complicated..."
Malic scribbles away, writing a long letter back to Nycto, while sipping his Tea and listening to Tume's wows. When she finishes he speaks up still furiously writing his letter. With out looking up he says:
"Well pussy cat, Sounds like you have had a full month. Maybe you would like me to take you out for a nice dinner and maybe some pampering tonight. My treat."
Malic stops scribbling on his letter to Nycto and glances up at Tume. He smiles warmly at her, and says:
"I would love for you to stay for a few days. We could.......catch up on old times."
Malic pauses only a few seconds for a response and then goes back to writing his letter
She grins...
"I did plan to be away for a couple days..."
Malic finishes writing his letter just about the time that she answers. He places the letter in an envelope and adds a stamp, as he answers back.
"Well then it's settled. I'll make reservations at The Veranda. Is 8:00 pm ok with you?" He asks with a smile.
As he hands her the letter he says "So now that business is done we can play." in a playful and somewhat seductive tone.
She stores the letter away in her bag without hesitation and glances to him over the top of the cup as she raises it to her lips again...
A soft smile, "Sound perfect... and delightful."
Malic sits quietly in silence gazing into her eyes, before bringing his mug to his lips for a drink, never taking his gaze away from Tume. Finally after almost a full minute Malic Speaks up in a soft, friendly voice:
"So....... we will have a few hours before dinner, is there anything you can think of to fill the time, pussy cat?"
Malic pulls a cell phone from his pocket and presses a single button (as if it were speed dial). He waits a few seconds for an answer from Tume and for the phone to ring.
She thinks about it... a playful look on her face...
"I'm kind of sore now that you mention it..." She tips a sly smile to him before getting up and moving to sit closer to him, leaning against him if he allows it. Malic Not only allows her to sit closer he welcomes it. The cell pone rings once and Tume can hear a faint voice on the other end say "The Veranda". Malic speaks up saying:
"Hello love, this is Malic Stitch I would like a reservation for 8:00pm tonight. Your best table on the veranda overlooking the budding spring will do nicely."
Tume tips an ear towards the conversation, humming softly to herself.
The voice answers "of course Mr. Stitch. How many shall we expect in your party?"
Malic Answers: "Just 2 for a Romanic dinner, and have a bottle of your best white wine chilled for us. Thank you love."
Malic hangs up the phone and turns his attention fully back to Tume.
"Plans are set. Now what, pussy cat?" he says with a rather devilish look in his eyes and a small grin on his face.
She lazily raises an arm and wraps it around him so that she can idly stroke the side of his face... "hmmmm... surprise me?"
Malic turns his face to Tume as she strokes his almost cotton-like skin, He says: "Oh you just made a big mistake", as a small devilish grin spreads across his face. He leans forward to plant a gentle kiss on Tume's beautiful lips.
"Oh... no..." she says unconvincingly...
She returns the kiss... the hum in her throat replaced by a deep rumbling purr.
Malic's tongue probes the depths of Tume's mouth in gentle yet aggressive way. it is apparent that time for talk is over
Tume responds happily, her hand reaching into his hair, fingers loosing themselves as she holds him closer to her. The other hand deftly moves under the shirt he is wearing, as slightly sharp nails drag playfully across his skin, before exploring, as if trying to remember the way he feels.
Malic returns the passions in her embrace and his arms forcefully yet gently pulling her closer to him. His hands explore her mid-drift under her shirt and the very top of her pants. His eyes are closed giving himself over to the feeling of her touch. In a rather breathy and low tone she thinks she hears him say ".... Well you can.... always stay forever"
She turns in his arms, so that she's facing him now. Her breath catches slightly in her throat at his touch to the soft skin at her stomach, which jumps lightly as well. She leans back slightly and looks at him, her eyes half lidded, amber piercing through black lashes. She tips her head, and says softly, "We make the most of our moments..." before she leans in and kisses him softly, biting lightly at his bottom lip with teeth that seem more sharp then normal.
Malic lets out a small groan of approval to Tume's words, his hands still caressing her soft, almost fur-like skin of her midriff as they start to explore farther and farther along her body before returning to her belly-button. He parts his eyelids slightly, and pears into Tumes dark deep, eyes with his own. They flicker in the light, like a cat ’s eye, as he’s head moves slightly to meet the passions given to him by Tume's embrace.
She shivers lightly, goose-bumps really, at the touch of his hands... before leaning away from him long enough to weasel out of the tank she was wearing, revealing a leopard print bra underneath. Her skin as smooth there as everywhere, starting about at the middle of her sides light black spots appear on her arms and back. She leans in close to him again, running her hands up his shirt, her nails dancing lightly across his skin. A sly smile playing at the edges of naturally darkened lips.
Malics cold hands still caressing her body move to explore the more intimate areas of her being. He breaks their passionate kiss and slowly starts to work his way down the right side of her neck with his kisses. Tume can see lose stitches in his neck part to reveal the clockwork inner- workings. Brass gears whirl, Twigs spin and bend, Pipes of copper shimmery and heated, and Stings pull taught and loosen again.
She sighs when he moves, stretching her neck to increase the area he has to move across. Each muscle in her body moves, receptive to his touch, each one finely toned, lean from years of exercise and cruel torments. She shivers again and wraps herself with him.
One of Malic's hands, his touch gentle yet still firm, works it's way to her back, to the clasp on her bra, releasing her breasts from their silky prison. The other wraps steadily, around her waist. With a sudden burst of force he lifts her up, off her chair almost spilling the still warm cups of tea, as he bumps the table. Malic carries Tume off to the bedroom in his hollow, ajoining the store front.
She wraps herself tighter around him as he lifts her up, smiling broadly, clearly amused. She rest in his arms, visibly relaxing, setting her head against his chest as they move.
Lifting her with one arm around her waist and the other coddling her back and neck. His free hand strokes her beautiful mane and he whispers sweet nothings softly in her ear. He slowly makes their way to the oversized cushy bed, as he lays her softly on her back. His hand still on the back of her neck, guides he head toward the soft pillow, never letting her head rest on anything but his now warming touch.
She settles lightly into the lavish bed shifting her weight under him, relishing in that brief perfect moment when her entire body comes into contact with his. She turns her head in his hand, laying soft kisses lightly on his palm and fingers, before reaching up and wrapping her arms tightly around him, pulling him closer to her. She bends one knee, allowing it to come up, and rest against his side. She makes very little noise on her own, save for an occasional purr, or small breath taken at just the right moment.
Malic leans down as Tume pulls him closer. He makes strait for her neck, the left side this time, kissing and sucking lightly against the warm skin just below her ear and working his way down towards her collar bone, his hands pushing off the soft bed, to keep from shifting his full weight on the perfect young leopardess. Tume can feel his breath on her neck become very shallow and sharp as he reaches her shoulder.
She doesn't seem to care about any of his weight, and her own breath is sharp and short. She arches slightly bringing herself up to meet his touches. She bites lightly at an ear lobe before moving to his shoulder, biting carefully into that spot where the neck meets the shoulders...
His kisses continue down her body past her color bone and past her prefect breasts, toward her belly button and the top of her pants. His hands give way just a bit as he rolls to her right side keeping from putting his full weight on her while not breaking or halting his decent towards her most privet of places.
She responds well to his touch, arching herself to meeting with his kisses... She runs her hands down his back, and then back up under his shirt and pulls it over his head. When its off, she takes a moment to look at him, before her nails dance across his back again.
Malic raises his head after his shirt is ripped off. He stairs deeply into Tume's eyes, before going back to buisness.
She arches her back to meet his touch again, nails biting slightly into the skin of his back. Her eyes fall mostly closed, as her breath catches in her throat.
He works his way slowly back up to her neck, and kisses her deeply as he looks into her eyes. She can see the time has come for the two of them to consummate their lust for one another.
With a slight movement, and an unusual display of flexibility, she sheds whatever clothes she may have had left. She lies beneath him, and he can see the familiar spotted pattern runs the entire length of her body. Her belly and chest the only places that dont have them. A tail can also be seen, an aspect of her all to cheetah mein that she normally keeps hidden. She lifts her knee slightly, rubbing against his hips. There is absolutely no trace of hesitation in her actions or her face.
SoundTrack
- "A.D.I.D.A.S." by Korn
