Laurel Hill Springs

Wee hours of Friday AM, July 26th, 2024
Crow Bar to Gil's family Home
Players: Vince, Gillian, Caprice (Closed to others joining)

Themes: Absolutely dorky sex

Sometime very very late... early Friday morning. Gillian chatters drunkenly to Vince while toddling along the edge of the road in the dark.

"...okay. So. When I saiddddd "Big Girl" house. I may have left out potentially boner-killer details." She laughs at herself and the insecurity of talking about living at home.

"So, Edith who you met earlier. Grandmother to Me and Vik. This is our family house... our moms all came up here and so on and so on. Long time." Pale fingertips brush the tall grass as they continue. She points to a big white house on a grassy hill still a few minutes walk away. It's surrounded by wilderness and there's a very very long driveway. "That one with all the cozy-glow in the windows."

"Our moms came back home to help keep the house in shape and help Grams. And then It just seemed nice to be there with me and Vik too. So, we spend a lot of time together. Uh... but sometimes there's a line for the bathrooms."

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By now Vince wasn't able to get his hands off Gill. Not because he was in love or even just lust, but because she was a critical component in him still being able to walk upright despite the booze in his system.
So he had one arm around her for support, as he smiled at her.
"Is your Grandmother hard of hearing?" Vince hoped. He had little filter right now, but hopefully he still sounded more boyish than really mean. "…and maybe also Vik? Or are the walls thick at least?"
He smiled at Gil, then he looked up at the house.
"It must be nice to have a family." he said, and for a moment he seemed sad and vulnerable.
Then, the moment passed, as he pointed towards the small tower: "Dips on the top bunk!"

Gillian gave Vince a ten-thousand watt, drunk, dreamy, exhausted smile right back as she held the arm draped for support. "Oh, she's not judgy. She might tease you... But, I think she can see what I'm feeling anyway."
The short blonde laughs. If he could see color in the dark, he'd know that her soft round cheeks were blushing. Probably hot to the touch.

"As for Vik. She'll tease ME. But, maybe losing sleep for.. the night will encourage her to finally go get railed by Jackson. Oh, god. Even just hold his hand. She's a silly goose, I love her. Ughhhhh... so is he. Successful and talented professional, but, also a little gentle sweety. I think he might love her. But, she's scared of that. Because she's a nerd, too."

With the rather vulnerable remark on family from Vince, Gil looked back over her shoulder and almost halts her next step.
She listened as he spoke, but stopped herself from replying as he pointed at the house & moved the conversation to imaginary sleeping arrangements.
The small blonde woman wonders if that was intentional.

His hand received a gentle squeeze while they walked toward the house up the lazy incline of a huge sprawling property.
Acres of lush greenery, rings of flowers and moss and mushrooms under big full-shade trees. Accompanied by a song from the variety of buzzing and chirping insects.
There was an apiary and other bee hives.
A very sturdy chicken coop.
Lots of nature.
The flash of prey animal eyes in the trees and bushes.


The backdrop beyond the house is miles of dense forest and beyond that an almost endless sky kissed softly by arching mountain range.


The front of this big white house faces directly toward the town like a guard tower on the perimeter. In the distance, up the tall dark mountain behind them, beyond the town... the Laurel Hill Springs Stave Church.
And many more wildly curious things.


Gillian steps onto the property with Vince and if he's a certain type of sensitive he might feel a warm and welcoming energy. It's old but well maintained. Vibrant & Secure.
If he can see such detected magics; the entire property has a perimeter made from several layers of gently glowing sigils. Like an invisible fence.
Not forced calm, but, the whole place just FEELS good. Gil doesn't seem to notice anything, either she's unaware or simply accustomed to the sensation.

"Do you ever sleep under the stars? It's a nice night for it." She stumbles a bit with Vince while kicking off her partly unlaced boots. This reveals her very boring black socks shielding her toes from being uncomfortable in those thigh-high fishnets. Gillian pulls him toward the grass with her, laughing as they go. "Sorry! Are you ok?"

Vince had the sudden thought that with Gil in the house, the two other women were very used to strange man waking up among them by now.
But Gill's cheeks just seemed very warm and squishy, and so he stopped for a moment and placed one of his free hands on her cheek to see how the touch felt.

"Jackson was the guy whose double got iced, right? That was cool!"
Vince laughed as he suddenly realized his accidental pun. If he had caught it beforehand, he would've gone for another Arnie-impression.
The whole art of acting could be relieved that he didn't.
His hand squeezed Gil's back, and he was thankful she didn't reply. Instead, he just felt the warmth of suddenly feeling very close and secure with a person. It also could be just the magic of the place that basically cuddled the big wolfman like a blanket, but he didn't understand enough about such things to know the feeling was bound to the place.

He smiled. "We need to get up stairs to go in, and I can hardly walk streets anymore, so it is the perfect night to spend under the stairs. Stars! I meant stars!"
As she puleld him, he stumbled, then just fell with her, on her. In the last moment, he made sure he landed next to her.
Then he smiled at her.
"I'm good, I've missed you!" Vince claimed, then he leaned forward, towards the small, Gil-shaped bundle of drunk happiness to kiss her.

Gillian nods and laughs, "Yeah! Ice mage guy! He made that cup for Vik, too! It's so good. I wanna fill a small pool with water and ice cubes on real hot days. Or have a little community refreshing drink post, you know? Hang out in a little shady spot, sling refreshments. Put it to good use.That's what I like about this place."

She was too busy kissing Vince to ask questions. Several annoyed grasshoppers jumped away from their spot on the cool grass. If they weren't busy rolling about and kissing, either might notice that glow-bugs and crickets and cicadas sort of encircled the zero-room-for-jesus kissing bubble occupied by these two.

Her hands went under the hem of his shirt and ran up his back, then they were briefly pinned between him and the ground... And then she was kissing him from above. If anyone inside didn't know better, her mother included, it might look like they were fighting. But, Gil didn't fight much. There was probably more feral screaming involved in a fight...

"I could fan you some air with a towel, or serve you drinks while you lay in a hammock!" Vince suggested after listening to Gill's fantasies, eager to have a place in it.

As the two exchanged, and by now, tongues, he hugged her, holding her close for a moment as the little horny bean found her place on him. Right now his mouth was too preoccupied for screaming, and if it was a fight, Gil already had him on the ground. Usually, Vince did way better at these!
Right now he didn't feel too fighty, he felt other instincts. And a part of the city boy felt like a disney princess, not being used to being surrounded by so many animals, even if they 'just' were insects.

A bubbly giggle erupts from Gillian as she looks down at Vince under a background of stars, clouds, and inky sky. "Sounds like a good team! How do you feel about being compensated physically?" She laughs and waggles her eyebrows.

Those delicate fingers curl into the waist of his jeans as she smiles down through a curtain of shaggy blonde waves.
"Do you... hmmmm." She hiccups, "do you want to continue from where we left off in the car? Or we could just cuddle too. I'm thirsty. I mean. I'm drunk. I am thirsty too though. Literally and figuratively."

Remembering earlier, Gil looked to the moon with interest but back to Vince with a silly drunken smile.

"Strong in favor." Vince smiled. "Although I already hoped to pay for the snacks and drinks with my body."
He tried to copy her eyebrow-waggle and failed hilariously, looking more like a guy from a robbers tale than a big secuctor.

Luckily, he then just laughed it off. His fingers touched hers, as he looked up at her. He opened his mouth, and closed it again as she said she was thirsty.
"We should get you some water, then!" he decided. But of course, that wasn't that easy, for one thing, he was pinned down beneath a very thirsty girl, and he had no intentions of getting up, or stop caressing her back, and as his hands traveled further, butt-wards.

"Gill… I'm drunk, it is almost full moon and I just came out of a bad relationship. I'd like to fuck you, but I'd also like not to fuck this up, because I really, really like you, and… I should just stop talking, right?"

Giggling at Vince's eyebrow waggle and gentle exploring caresses, Gil shakes her head at the last part and smiles. "I'd like you to talk as much as you need."
Was it even possible to exceed maximum crush-lust-admiration!? His genuine honesty and vulnerability was more desirable than regular lust. Anyone could have lust.

The little blonde nymph-witch leans down to plant soft kisses on his cheeks, his nose, and his lips as she makes to hold him and have a snuggle. "I like this very much, too." Unfortunately, when she does settle in against the warmth of Vince's chest while secured in his embrace... she falls asleep quite quickly. A silly little sigh of contentment and the softest tiniest cutest snore.
She's clamped him like some kind of land barnacle, but clearly out like a light if he needs to move.

"I'd rather kiss." Less chance of screwing that up, also Vince's head did that spinny thing that made it hard to have any deep conversations right now.
He lowered his head to look down on his new clinger, and then snuggled it closely, making sure to hold her tight and lovingly. He enjoyed exchanging kisses with her under the soft moonlight, surrounded by grasslands.
And then, her kisses fell slower and slower, before suddenly the little bean had fallen asleep.

That was the moment to slip away and vanish, do the lone cowboy riding in the sunset
But the sunset was almost a day away, and Vince was pinned down beneath Gil. While the smoll barnacle was a lightweight, Vince couldn't get up for the same reason one couldn't when a cat falls asleep on you. There was always the slightest chance to disturb the sleep of a cute thing, no matter how deep it's sleep seems to be.
He decided to just listen to her small snores mixing with the crickets songs for a bit, very carefully caressing her. And then, without realizing it, he closed his own eyes.

And then, all the sudden, Gill was lifted again and again by the deep inhales of a sleeping werewolf (in human form).

The insects in the area sang softly to the two as they fell asleep there in the bushy grass. Though it was warm it still probably wasn’t for the best for the two of them to just linger there in the grass. But at least they wouldn’t have to worry about insects wanting to crawl into their open ears with Gil there. Those creepy crawlies seemed to adore the witches. And they had reason.

Like the soft song the bugs sang, Cap seemed to show up, quietly walking through the grass in his bare feet with a blanket and a small pillow. He even had his gloves on. How he knew just what to grab and where the two were hiding out, well you’d have to ask him that later. The big guys crouched with a soft smile on his face. He was glad that Vince hadn't chickened out and kept his distance from the odd little attachment he was now stuck to. The blanket was gently placed over the two of them and he wasn’t sure how out Vince was, but he knew Gil well enough to know that if the blanket did anything, more than likely she’d just snuggle closer to the man under her.

If Vince stirred to look up at him, he’d just say ‘lift your head’ to give him the pillow. If he didn’t wake he’d gently cup the back of the man’s neck and softly lift, just enough to slide it under. He wouldn’t lay with them though. After his little checkup and care he’d just stand and move to go off into the night once more, leaving the two to sleep after such an eventful night.

Gil's slumber is disturbed only if Vince is startled awake during Caprice's daring & protectively sweet gesture.
She otherwise sleeps like the dead draped over his front half. Their breathing almost synched. Her arms are burrowed inside his shirt as if her hands need warming via his chest. Her palms rest protectively atop his pecs.

By the time they'd arrived in their eventual crash site dawn was fast approaching... Soon, the early daytime nature noise took over. They went undisturbed until around 11:30 when Vik came into the yard, her bathrobe hiding silly bachelorette type pajamas. Dark hair all mussed. Toothbrush clamped by a hand and secured between her teeth. "Hey. You're gonna bake like a tater... gonna be hot. Go lay in the shade or... drink some water and go to bed..."
She waited, scrubbing her gums with the bubbly bristles while staring at them. "Sickos." Eventually, she wanders into the house again, politely removing the little jingling bells on the handle and leaving them on the big kitchen table.

Gil grumbled softly, ignoring Vik until she heard the door. She squeezed handfuls of Vince, stretching and reluctantly flopping beside him in the grass, pulling the blanket along. "Oh. I'm dying, I think." She'd covered her face with her arms, trying to still the warm bright dry world.

Vince didn't wake up. In his sleep, he gave a little snarling sound as Cap lifted his head. A moment later, his head cuddled into the pillow as if he never objected to it in the first place!
Yeah, werewolves. All 'no take, only throw'.

Luckily, his pecs were held in place by Gill al night and thus couldn't desert the rest of Vince. At the early, early hour of 11:30 am, he unwillingly opened his eyes.
Vik was right: it was warm here. Why was there a sun above? In L.A., there usually were buildings that at least spent some shade. Unwillingly, Vince made a waving motion, trying to scare away the sun.
As the sun didn't move, Vince gave it the finger. and then gave up. The sun could remain. For now.
Reluctantly, he stood up, almost tripping over the blanket. As he finally won the fight against gravity at least, and ended up in an upright position, he helped Gil with her personal gravity-struggle as well: he just lifted her off the ground, still all rolled up in the blanket.

He carried the Gil-tortilla towards the entrance, before knocking. Since both his hands were occupied, he used his head for the knocking part, before looking down at Gil.
"Please don't die, I've just met you. I want to spend some time with you." he said, his sleepy-head almost sounding offended about the suggestion he could lose her already.

A snuggly Gil-a-dilla stretched out in Vince's arms and smiled up to him. "I'll try. Tuck me in, before it's too late?" The door opens slowly as Vince's head makes contact. Two fluffy cats (one is blue-grey / the other white) look at the wolf and the terror named Gil; their tails vibrating & whipping about. "Brrrrm????!" They bound up the stairs. She points that direction. "Up... Top sir. Please."

A series of beautiful stairs meets a landing at each floor, and at the very top a little doorway to the attic studio. It's an entire living space, and VERY CUTE. This space is the super softest pinkest most fluffy iridescent candy floss sparkle dream bedroom anyone could have.
Why no clamshell bed or martini-glass bath tub??? None could answer.
Despite this oversight, it was all romantic lighting, soft pillows, draping lace. A soft little nest for a soft little bird, decorated with pearls and shimmering crystals. It smelled faintly like flowers and herbs and sweet citrus.

Someone had placed two glasses of water and some headache medicine beside the bed. And some biscuits and bacon on a plate.
A little note "1/3 down! See you at 6:30! Hydrate."

Grinning, Gil opens an eye. "Pajamas?" This seems open ended.

Most animals disliked werewolves. The predator smell kept them away, and with good reasons: after all, werewolf-Vince needed his calories, and rabbits, birds and deer were really good suppliers.
Cats were different. Of course they were, they were far too proud to fear anything. In exchange, Vince really liked the little mad critters.
He would pet the two if he had a free hand, and if this wasn't a medical emergency.
"Later." he promised, before dramatically getting the Gil-sushi up the stairs in a dramatical princess carry!

He couldn't help but feel like an invader up here. Gil's space was just like her: soft, friendly, wholesome, pink and very, very cute. Of those words, the only one Vince could use to describe himself was the 'and': he was grungy, probably rough and awkward.
Luckily, he could resist his natural instinct to play the bass-line of Radiohead's creep, mainly on account of him having forgotten his bass at home, so he saved the life of the cutest chaos-goblin instead. He laid down Gil on her pillows.
He even got one of the glasses all the way up her lips to make sure she wouldn't dry up like a little Gill-fry from the remaining heat.

"I'm usually sleeping just in boxers." Vince answered, before he smiled. "I'm fond of that habbit." he added, as he crawled onto the bed as well.
"Erm… you should eat something, because I'll only be able to resist the food for so long, and it won't last long around me." he warned with a smile.

The two cats "lead" Vince as he carries Gil, darting obnoxiously around his feet and between his legs, perhaps testing him. Or maybe they are just trying to kill everyone...

In bed, Gil smiles as he offers her a sip of water, accepting the glass from him. The sound she makes is mild distress, it seems water is even nauseating. The two cats chirp and tumble about, rubbing Vince's shoes before climbing into the bed to prance all over Gil, who makes more grumpy noises but doesn't seem tooooo bothered.

She was busy thinking about underwear while reaching for a biscuit and some bacon. "Oh, good thinking." Gil breaks tiny pieces, like crumbs of bacon, for the two fluffy predators. She leaves the glass on the side table and lays back on the pillows. "And this is why I don't necessarily do that. I'd probably have just baked in the sun til I was over done."

Without even getting up, she's wriggling out of her very small shorts with zero shame... simply excited to remove a layer of the previous day. Launched from her right foot, they land somewhere across the room on the floor. The blonde peels offs her shirt and throws it."Good enough."

A princess in little red cheeky briefs.

Vince petted one of the cats that made the mistake of coming too close to him, then he took his own glas and emptied it in one swoop.
After Gil was done, he grabbed the remaining snacks.
In a world of bacon and biscuits, Werewolves were apex-predators. They were gone in in a few seconds.
He gave the headache-medicine a look, then Gill.
"Hangover?" he asked, before sinking next to her. His hand careful touched her side to caress it, then he gave her a smile.

"Yeah, like a noose." She laughed softly, closing her eyes as he touched her side. "How are you feeling?" Her hand pats the spot beside her on the mountain of pillows.

The cats rub all over Vince with aggressive snuggles like he's seen from Gil. Wonder who learned from who...
She stretches and pops and cracks everything before opening her eyes again.
"Do you want to cuddle and sleep more? I have some time til I need to be upright again."

Vince just fell into pillow-mountain, an luckily landed where Gil had instructed him to go, otherwise he could've buried her beneath.
For a moment he laid there and was a passive but willing victim to the cat-love, then he leaned over to hug Gil some more.
"I feel… a bit hungry?" Vince admitted. Then he smiled. "And a lot happy." he added.
That actually was the more important part, so he cuddled close to Gill.
"I'm rarely get hang-over. It feels like cheating."

Gil barnacled back onto Vince as he came to lay beside her. A soft sigh escapes as she draped a leg over his and wrapped her arms around him. "Hungry and happy is a decently good place to be. What are you craving?"

She buries her warm face against his chest as if to trap him into more napping.
"Ha! I'm impressed and jealous of this talent. Please sign me up! Although... I feel like there's extra danger to encounter werewolves on their periods? So... maybe we workshop it."

All of her little shapes press close and warm and cozy.