Date Night

The red berries were going to make an excellent lipstick stain she thought, as she crushed them with a practiced ease in the mortar and pestle.  Delania didn't often wear lipstick, preferring a more natural look.  But when she'd seen them, she couldn't help but experiment.  Plus, she might be able to sell it as a product if she could perfect a bottling method.

Tonight Magne was taking her out.  Out of the Inn, away from business and family.  Though she loved staying home with him, she also appreciated a chance to get out of the house and temporarily away from the life they'd built for themselves in this little corner of Frosthaven.  In all the time she'd been with him, she'd never worn lipstick.  It just wasn't something she did - but she wanted to keep things fresh, show him that she could dress up pretty.  She wanted to wear something that showed off her curves, wanted to make him lust after her until he couldn't wait to get her home and out of her dress.

Not that getting him to lust after her was a problem.  She felt like a teenager all over again with Magne, unable to get enough of him.  He brought her to life with a kiss, made her breathless with a seemingly innocent touch of a hand.  She'd never really had a relationship with another man that made her feel this way.  Of the two other men she'd been with in her lifetime - one was an abusive, controlling asshole, and the other wasn't really a relationship but rather a summertime fling.  It was complicated at first, being with Magne after she'd been with his own twin so long ago.  She'd loved Njord, when they were together.  But it was a different sort of love.  It was a fiery, passionate sort of love that fizzled out as quickly as it began.  They were incompatible to begin with, and the best thing to come of their passion was their only daughter.

With Magne it was different than it'd ever been with anyone else.  There was passion and fire, yes, but there was also understanding and compassion.  They fought, certainly, but they always made a point to make up afterwards - because that's what a relationship means.  Their relationship blossomed and bloomed later in life, after her daughters were both grown and well past the time they would ever be interested in having children together.

At first she'd felt a great loss at the prospect that she would never mother a child with Magne.  She wanted very desperately to give him a child of theirs.  That loss passed with time, though.  It wasn't something that either of them wanted really - she'd only wanted it because she thought that he'd wanted it.  She was a grandmother now, though, and they were both far more interested in spoiling those pups than having any of their own.  It suited them better, she felt.  It allowed them the freedom to do things as they were doing tonight.

Her dress slid over her head easily, and she smoothed it in place over the curve of her hips and around the swell of her breasts.  Using a finger, she dabbed the crushed red berries over her lips and then rubbed her lips together to spread the color around.  One hand is run through her hair haphazardly, letting the natural curls fall where they may around her shoulders.  The feathers at the base of her skull fell over her left shoulder and she adjusted them slightly as she took one last look in the mirror.  Satisfied with what she saw, she gathered her shoes and small under-arm purse and headed for the door.

Closing the bedroom door soundly behind her, she turned and locked it, taking a moment to settle the key in her purse and tuck her purse under her arm.  Slipping her flat-soled shoes on her feet, she took a deep breath and then headed down the stairs and toward the breathtakingly handsome werewolf that waited below for her.  Tonight was going to be a good night, indeed.