Laurel Hill Springs

Thursday October 31, 2024.
Waning Crescent Moon.
Clear Skies & Seasonally Moderate Temperatures.
Morning of the Perfect Halloween
THREAD: CLOSED FOR VINCE AND GIL AND MAYBE LITTLE TINY EYES.

From the early morning shadows stalks a being so terrifying that it is rumored all who encounter it are in great danger of the following symptoms:
Remarkable Dehydration
Acid Reflux
Aches & Pains: Stiffness of the muscles & joints, General exhaustion.

Truly Frightful.

It is a smaller than the average beast of its type, with big glittering eyes used for prey hunting and emotional manipulation… mostly hairless, but cute… like a little pink pig.

The beast sustains itself on an omnivorous diet with a penchant for sugar and meat.

Here, she is seen stalking her sleeping prey… oh! She surprised herself as the bag of food crinkled on the dark door frame!!!
A short giggle follows.

Daringly, she proceeds toward the resting prey while tiptoeing into his sleeping zone.

From across the bed, a tousled blonde head of curls rises above the edge revealing big green eyes locked on the sleeping prey.

Her prey was a terrifying beast in on itself. In the last few days, he had ended peoples life, with a frighting, well practiced ease. Most of the fight, he even held back, not using his true strength right away, seeing it as a game, a test rather than the terrifying, violent struggle for survival.

And this creature, this being of rage, red tooth and claws, this true blue pugilist, he had nothing he could do to defend himself.

Gill was truly the predator of predators.

Vince blinked as he heard the crinkle, then turned around to continue sleeping. His hair was all messed up, the blanket had fallen off him a long time ago, as he tossed ant turned.
Then again, he had been in bed for a long time by now.

He had suggested his beloved little pig Miss Piggie and Kermit the Frog-partner costumes, or little red riding hood and the big bad wolf, with him being the later in both cases. Then, he realized something most werewolves would've realized a lot sooner: Halloween would be on an almost new moon, the time when he was a sleepy little pub, the moment where he would've to pay the price for all his power.

Here, the devilish little thing fully appreciates the weakened state of her prey (+ his general willingness to play along.) However, Gil doesn’t see in the dark as well as Vince. And over her own noises likely doesn’t register he has definitely noticed.

Squinting as she eyes the dark figure, she climbs slowly into the bed… to avoid detection? Nay!

Provided he doesn’t resist, a small blonde barnacle wraps about the sleeping beasty for a cozy cuddle. Then, she pulls the blankets up around them before squirming close against the resting figure in bed.

The bag is not far, warm steam rising with the faint scent of breakfast.

Vince slowly blinked, as he felt something move at the edge of his perception.
Trouble! For a moment, his groggy mind wondered why he didn't go into the caves like he planned, getting an actual defense ready.
It was a moment of shock, but luckily his mind was just too slow to be fully terrified.
Ans as he felt someone small climbing onto the bed, and his waking mind slowly realized it was his favorite person. And suddenly he knew why he was here instead of out there.
There was a cuddle little ray of light here, after all! He slowly leaned back and rubbed himself against her.
"Still useless today." he warned her, but he couldn't stop his comfortableness from creeping into his voice, totally undermining his self-deprecation!

The barnacle has no plans of leaving as it has curled against Vince’s back to be the Big Spoon. She pets his hair and ears, pausing only to deposit the bag in front of him. After, little warm hands tuck themselves back into place beneath the blanket, the warm round shape of her cheek pressed to his shoulder. Her knees cradle his waist from behind.

Correcting him with, “Not useless, important resting.” A little smooch meets the back of his neck as she pets his belly with idle strokes.
She imagined a Vince with no “days off” and wondered exactly what they might accomplish.

Vince let out a small sigh. Of course the big softie always loved being the little spoon, and feeling her giving him all this love gave him very mushy feelings.
He rubbed his head against her hands for a bit, enjoying the pure closeness. For a moment, she could hear him breath out, and just making general pleasant and content Vince noises.
The almost-but-not-quite-whimpering of happy werewolf!

"If you keep treating me like this, I'll never want to leave this bed again!" he warned her softly.

Basking in their happy sleepiness, Gillian smiles against Vince’s warm skin, giving him a tight squeeze.

The softest, muffled, “Oh, nooooo…” follows. Was that a silly attempt at a French accent?
“Gosh, I suppose I’ll just have to keep bringing you some snacks up here then.”
There’s just the faintest glow to her skin here in the slowly changing light.

"You're a snack. My favorite snack!" Vince said as he rubbed his back against her. Then he turned his head to give her a look.
"…although I think I would starve if I had to life off you alone. I would never actually eat you, just eat you out."
Vince blinked.
"At least I won't die from thirst." he decided before laughing.

A little squeaky whisper comes from behind his shoulder, “Your FAVORITE!” The glow somewhere from within Gil brightens as she laughs at his words. Her fingers draw a trail along the plane of his stomach; making little circles until she pokes his belly-button!

With a finger in his navel, the blink is mirrored and she says a bit dreamily, “Honestly, I could think of worse ways to go.” The littlest jumping spider drops onto Vince’s ear, hops down onto Gil’s shoulder… then skitters along her arm and away.

"My favorite sugar-bunny." Vince laughed as well, as he looked up to Gill, his eyes still soft, his hair a total mess from oversleeping. So close to new moon, he looked harmless and innocent, mainly because he was.
He couldn't even hurt a fly.
Or an insect^{technically arachnid}, as his fruitless attempt at swating the jumping spider showed. The softest slap ever missed it by miles, and landed on Gill's side. It almost felt like he was pawing at her.
"At least, if it was the other way around, I could provide you everything you need: liquid, protein…"

‘My favorite sugar-bunny.’
Gillian’s whole face is smiling as she admires Vince’s sleepy, tousled innocence. When he entirely misses the dextrous spider she’s giggling at the failed swat & the tiny feet tickling her arm. She wonders if they are all little familiars to Caprice or if some just happen to be regular li’l guys going about their day, narrowly surviving the chaos of Vince and Gil.
“You sure are cute, you know.”

Soft kisses and nibbles dot his arm as he paws her side.
“If you are proposing a very filthy game of hostage… well… Count me in.”

Vince caressed that poor arm he just hit with enough violence to slightly move a small ball of wool. Hopefully it would heal quickly!
He didn't even seem to realize how innocent a sleepy moon-starved Vince could be.
"I don't know I'm cute. Maybe you should tell me." he totally innocently fished for compliments, before touching her arm.
"Not as cute as you, hot stuff." he then added, unable not to tell her.

"…I was thinking more of lone survivors." he admitted. "But… help, help! She has a gun! She is after my precious bodily fluids!" Vince threw up his arms, as he acted very, very, badly.
Maybe new moon was bad for games. Or excellent, depending on your view.

“Okay, I’ll admit I’m not gonna give you money to go to LA to become an actor, specifically based on that performance just now.” She smirks, giving him a playful nip on the shoulder. “But… you got some moxxie, kid.”

Gillian laughs and lets her hands wander across his skin on an almost aimless path. “Oh… I certainly wouldn’t use a gun on you…” Her hands give his behind a firm squeeze as she returns to soft, almost cobbing, nibbles. Okay, it’s several several squeezes… Until she sneakily (not at all) threads herself through his arm and the covers.

Once atop Mt Vince, she drapes herself over his side like a really inconvenient weighted blanket made from his biggest fan (Smallest fan?). One leg and one arm hang over his front and back onto the bed.

"I don't know, I could sleep my way to the top there." Vince pondered, successfully hiding his discomfort with the topic of L.A.
He got revenge for the nip by squezing her side, than her ass, giving her a smile

"No gun?" he tilted his head, as he pressed his behind against her hands, closing his eyes as he enjoyed her touch. "What would you use on me?"
He used his own hands to carefully steer the biggest and cutest mountaineer into a more comfortable position atop himself, so she and him both could rest more easily.
A second later, he pushed his forehead softly against hers.

“No doubt!” She wonders just how much trouble he gets up to…

Gillian closed her eyes with a smile as their foreheads meet. Held securely in place atop Vince, Gil makes a sound like she’s thinking about the very important response. Meanwhile, a soft round cheek rubs against his and her fingers bury themselves in his unruly waves.

“Well. I’d be sure to use my mouth. Be a shame to waste any precious hydration and protein…” Betraying her own desire to just pet Vince’s hair and give him kissies forever, Gillian’s hands slide between his rear and the bed again. Two handfuls of ass, she’s smirking again. “

“Might have to put a harness on you or tie ya up… Easy access. Can’t have you absconding with my precious resources.” A little play nibble on his ear follows as she laughs at herself.
Gillian the Ravenous, Wastelands Queen.

Vince supported Gil in her endeavours, like climbing him, and thus he was her saftey right now, holding her firmly in place so she didn't have any trouble staying in place.
He rubbed his head against her hands, then kissed her mouth, even though he had just been threatened with said mouth.
There was more to add, but a moan was all that came over his lips. His behind could be very sensitive!

After a moment, he found his playful voice again. "Quick, before he is getting away!" he invited Gil to go ahead with her plans. Oh, how much he loved his Queen of the wasteland, especially her mouth and her tongue.

So light against his ear comes her deep concern, "Oh... no... Puppy!"
Squeezing that ass again, Gil pulls his hips up against her while their mouths are occupied. Her teeth catch Vince's lower lip after many soft kisses. She tugs as if insisting he come along with her; pulling it into her mouth with a soft wet suck. His moan is met by a satisfied grunt from that little monster.

Well.. Good Morning!!

Vince usually just melted when she talked to him like that, but being a sleepy boy during almost-new-moon made it even worse/better. She instantly elected the whimpering noise he always made when overwhelmed by all the good feelings!
Puppy of course wouldn't get away, not with her holding his ass like this. That she had capture his lips only added to it, and she could see his eyes fall shut for a moment, as he enjoyed the feeling.
Then his tongue started a token attempt at negotiation for the lip-hostage exchange, by gliding over her upper lip, as his head leaned against his favorite little monster again.

With a giggle, Gil releases his lower lip and lets loose a happy sigh. She continues to knead his cheeks from time to time, but the rest of her sinks close against his warm skin for cuddles. "Got 'im..."

"Oh no! I'm captured by the she devil herself, by the most adorable, sweet, beatuiful… I mean gruesome creature of this planet! A wild Gill has trapped me! How shall I ever escape her lov… wraith!"
Vince woed for himself. He had quite an knack for acting, who wouldn't believe him to be in immerse danger?
On the other hand, his hands told another story. Still wielding her ass, they invited Gill in, pulled her lower body against his.