InsaneJournal

Tuesday: August 28, 2007
WHO: Sascha, Farad, Riley, and an agitated Sweeney
WHERE: Farad's bungalow
WHEN: Early morning
WHAT: A very naughty wake-up call
WARNING: Strong sexual content...you all knew it was coming. XD


The morning air was crisp, per usual, as Sascha made his way through the shallow waters along the shoreline of the lake, his boots clutched in one hand and his pantlegs rolled partway up to prevent the material from getting wet. The water was just cold enough at this hour to serve as a sort of energizer; he'd never cared much for early mornings, and the biting chill of the water lapping at his ankles was nearly as effective as a cold shower at rousing him from his sleepy stupor.

In his other hand was a paperbacked copy of his published short story collection. During their first encounter, Farad had seemed particularly interested at the mention of Sascha's writings. Since the other man had been so very generous with his attentions on that particular day, and since their previous attempt at a rendezvous had been thwarted by weather and improper timing, Sascha had decided to present the book to Farad as a token of appreciation and, possibly, friendship. He'd been curiously drawn to the other man, although he still couldn't pinpoint the exact emotion behind the strange attraction. Lust was certainly an accurate explanation, but it was only a partial one.

Curiously, Sascha hadn't seen the younger man around the library since their initial meeting. It had occurred to him that perhaps Farad hadn't enjoyed the encounter as much as he had, and that he might prefer to avoid further contact with the librarian. The note that had been returned in response to Sascha's written appeal to meet again had dismissed that uncertainty, however, as it appeared that Farad was more than willing to interact with him again.

He'd managed to track down the location of his companion's bungalow through the library's information database (ah, the wonders of card catalogs) and word of mouth, and he smiled in anticipation as he waded over to the correct residence and ascended the spiral staircase leading up to the door. He set his boots on the top step and took a moment to shake his pant legs back down before glancing over his shoulder at Sweeney's approaching form.



Sweeney had been in a very agitated state that morning as a result of the full moon and the strange and slightly ominous energies that accompanied it. She'd awoken him rather abruptly as she'd tried to wiggle her way underneath the covers and curl up against his back, and had accidentally stepped on his head in the process. From that point on, she'd seemed strangely on edge; she was uninterested in her food, and she'd stayed right at Sascha's heel as they made their way along the shoreline rather than dart off to explore. It was no different now that they'd reached the bungalow, and she slinked up the stairs and promptly lay down on top of Sascha's bare feet. He wiggled his toes underneath her playfully, but she didn't seem terribly amused.

Sascha sighed and looked back up at the door, catching a glimpse of his reflection in one of the windows. He'd decided to make shaving a regular part of his morning ritual, at least for the time being, and he was sure that Farad would approve. The man had been right, after all- Sascha certainly did look younger without the beard.

He smiled at the thought of Farad's potential reaction and reached up to rap firmly against the door.