03.2023 | WELCOME BACK! Hello friends old and new! I'm so excited to welcome you all back to SITW! I've made some changes to the plot and added the ability to play supernatural charcaters! So come and check it out! I can't wait to jump back into this little town with all of you!
A strange history surrounds the town, it is a place where mysterious and supernatural things have been known to happen. The reputation of the town reguarly draws in visitors and newcomers alike. While some residents avidly believe in the supernatural, others are far more skeptical. What do you believe?
It wouldn’t have surprised her any if he wanted her to go so he could rest. She was aware she could be a bit much, and he had already been through a lot in the last couple of hours. So the feeling of his grip tightening on her thighs as she suggested she could go, him telling her ‘no’ and even responding in kind with her saying he wanted her to stay.
The way relief washed over her with that assurance, it was like coming up for air after being underwater for too long. She smiled down at him and gave a nod at the command, trying hard not to shiver at the way he squeezed her thighs. Instead she obediently got up and sauntered from the living room toward the hallway and into her room. She didn’t bother turning on any lights, she knew exactly where the extra blankets were folded in her closet. Grabbing a large, burgundy Sherpa throw, she also grabbed him a bigger pillow from off the bed.
Darcy was gone a moment or two, but returned shortly with the large blanket and pillow, offering both to the man with a soft smile. “I snagged a bigger pillow in case you need a little extra comfort later.”
Post by Ferris Felwinter on Dec 29, 2023 22:46:37 GMT
Darcy's relief went entirely unnoticed, but Ferris did notice that she didn't put up any fight over it. Which was good because he wasn't prepared to explain why she should sleep with him. And he would definitely be falling asleep momentarily. Not tired, his ass.
In the minute that she was gone, the firefighter stretched out and got comfortable on the couch. As much as sleeping on his back would come back to bit him, he was way more comfortable that way. Plus it would be nice having Darcy pressed against his chest. "Thanks," he said, gratefully accepting the pillow and pushing himself part way up to place the pillow behind him and readjust. "Never have enough pillows." Once settle with the blanket, he lifted it to invite her under the covers. "You're a decent heater," he pointed out.
However Darcy wanted to cuddle up against him, Ferris was happy to accommodate, settling in with another yawn and eventually drifting off on her couch this time.
Maybe she ought to have asked him ‘why’ he wanted her to stay. But honestly, she didn’t think about needing a why. She was simply glad that he wanted her to stay. The why wasn’t important right now.
“Oh, of course.” She smiled as she watched him get situated and lift his arm with the blanket to invite her to join him. With as much care as possible, Darcy moved herself back onto the couch straddling him once again, but not staying upright. She laid her head against his chest with a smile at the near immediate comfort at the feel of his skin against her cheek.
“I’m glad that doesn’t bother you.” She said softly against his chest as she found herself relaxing against him. Darcy’s curls framing her face against his chest as she slowly exhaled and enjoyed his intoxicatingly delightful scent. A satisfied little hum escaped her lips as she could hear his heartbeat steadying out, along with his breathing. Clear indicators that he’d be resting soon. A light yawn gave way from her own lips as she moved her arms to hug him.
Not another word said from her as she found herself melting into the comfort of his touch, the steady beating of his heart the perfect sound to lull her to sleep against him.
Post by Ferris Felwinter on Dec 30, 2023 7:52:34 GMT
Ferris listened to the movie with his eyes closed for a while, but between the warmth of his sleeping companion and how utterly exhausted he was even if he couldn't quite recognize it, he was pulled under into a deep sleep soon enough.
Almost three and a half hours exactly later, he bolted upright, heedless of where he was or who he was with or any obstructions to his path. He gripped the back of the couch tightly, gasping, heart slamming in his chest as he vividly recalled being stabbed repeatedly in the chest by his faceless wife for cheating on her with Cisco even though he knew it to be true he had never met the man in his life, that really she was sleeping with him, and none of their kids were his, they were actually Garrett's. Maybe. Regardless it was fine because he suddenly realized he had never met his kids (on purpose) and had no idea who he married. Garret quoted some of the most vulgar or hilarious Bible verses at his funeral. Was he even married?
He had to press a hand to his chest to ensure he wasn't bleeding to death first and then looked at his hand for a wedding band that didn't exist. At which point the walls came back to him and he was in Darcy’s home, on her couch, forgetting how to breathe and ruining her sleep with the nightmare he already forgot.
Of course, depending on how attuned Darcy was in her sleep and how light of a sleeper, she would have felt this coming, if only by a minute. Ferris’ breathing picked up, his heart rate spiked and he twitched slightly in his sleep.
Ferris laid back down and tried to force himself to breathe in and out, one arm over his face.
To say she had been ready for the rest would be an understatement, though falling asleep against him always seemed to come more easily. In fact; she fell asleep before he did! She hadn’t intended to do that, but it couldn’t be helped. So she merely enjoyed the rest that came with being so close to him. Peaceful, even if slightly short-lived.
Call it whatever one might, but Darcy could feel something was off. Her eyes flashed open, and it took her a few seconds to realize that it was Ferris. His heart rate began to rapidly climb and she sat up, not quite sure if she ought to wake him or just listen. Though her heart nearly jumped out of her chest when he jolted up, gasping for air while he stumbled out of what she’d assume was a rather intense nightmare. Leaving back slightly against his thighs so as to give him enough space to catch his breath as he seemed to be coming back to the reality of where he was.
She watched as he laid himself back down as she gently ran a soft, comforting hand up his chest and stopped to stoker his jaw. Not quite sure if she ought to break the silence and as if he was alright, or to simply try and comfort him silently and let him ease back into sleep. Finally, she opted for the latter; not wanting to speak and potentially wake him further when he might just as easily fall back to sleep. Darcy slowly ran her fingers through his hair, hoping to ease his stressful state of interrupted rest.
Post by Ferris Felwinter on Dec 30, 2023 12:41:32 GMT
At least he didn't wake up screaming. Not that it was a frequent problem, but he'd terrified his ex once or twice.
Darcy's hand on his chest made him jolt slightly, providing enough reminder of how breathing worked to help his body regulate the action once again. He hummed in soft appreciation at the contact, pulling his arm away from his face as he got his breath back. Ferris reached up, palm against her cheek, fingers threaded through her curls, offering a sad, tired smile.
“Hey, Darcy…” he murmured her name,taking just as much comfort in the sound of it as in her fingers in his hair. He closed his eyes again, gently tugging her toward him so he could fall asleep again. Or try too. He didn't feel awake mentally, but his body was still fighting back a rush of adrenaline. It was a trained response; part of him used to getting up and moving at the drop of a pin. But if Darcy moved back to rest with him, he’d probably manage another couple hours.
The way her touch seemed to make him jolt concerned her at first, but then his breathing returned to normal and he hummed at her touch. She watched him move his arm from his eyes, moving his hand up to her cheek and hair, a sad looking smile on his lips. The way his touch made a soft smile pull to her lips as her cheeks warming slightly as he sleepily said her name.
“Hey you.” She breathed out softly, not at all resistant to his pulling her back down against him, his thumping heart rate much more calm than it had been just moments before. She sighed softly against his chest, she left her right hand up gently playing with his hair.
She was surprised by just how attentive her senses were when it came to him. But then again, she shouldn’t find that odd. Not with the imprint bond. Of course she’d be more in sync with any change in his internal rhythms, especially lying against his chest. Darcy gently pressed her eyes closed, she wasn’t ready to fully unpack all of that, especially not around him. It would only complicate things. And right now, she just wanted to enjoy things exactly as they were.
Post by Ferris Felwinter on Dec 30, 2023 22:21:08 GMT
As much as he fought it, Darcy's hand in his hair lulled him back to sleep. It was a strangely intimate thing he had never really had the pleasure of being on the receiving end of, but would never again question why women liked it.
He woke up again a bit more naturally another few hours later. No less painfully though, between a dull headache and how sore his entire body felt. Ferris pulled in a deep breath, blinking sleep from his eyes and trying to relax. Darcy pressed against him both helped and hurt. Why had he thought sleeping on his fucked up back was a good idea? He teased his fingers over and through her hair, not really intending to bother her but unable to stop himself.
Ferris lifted his other arm to check his watch and then remembered he had left it on his desk. He looked around for a clock but from the light in the windows would guess at late morning. He let his fingers trail down over Darcy's shoulders and the blanket covering them. Waking up under her was so amazing, feeling her body pressed against his. The urge to kiss her crept up on him without warning, but he didn't want to wake her intentionally.
Sleeping with someone was typically seen as such an intimate thing to her, the Darcy didn’t try to let it happen. And she also never brought people home. But things were drastically different when it came to Ferris. She never felt as if she could get enough of closeness to him. And closeness to him while also being concerned for him just made it even more comforting.
The daylight peaking in the windows made Darcy shift a little, her brow slightly furrowing in her sleep. But then his fingers were moving through her hair and her expression softened again, a sleepy smile tugging at the edges of her lips. But it wasn’t until he moved his fingers to trail over her shoulder that she began to stir more.
A sleepy little sigh escaping as she nuzzled her face against his bare chest. Damn, he smelled amazing. Darcy moved her hand to gently trace along his jawline. Dark brown eyes fluttering open and slowly taking in the setting before she moved her head slightly to look up at him. “Mmm, morning.” She managed sleepily.
Post by Ferris Felwinter on Dec 30, 2023 23:35:42 GMT
”Morning,” he said back, enjoying watching the woman wake up in his arms. So much for this friends with benefits arrangement, thinking about her like that. He was allowed to enjoy being close, right? They hadn't even had sex last night(at least, he didn't think so, some of it was fuzzy), but that was part of the problem. The physical relationship was what cemented this as not anything serious. Yet here he was falling asleep on her couch with her on top. Ridiculous.
“D'you work this morning?” He asked, still barely awake himself. He brushed a few stray curls from her face. “Or do you have time?” For what? Breakfast? Sex? Ferris wasn't sure what he wanted, but it definitely involved her.
The way her grin spread across her lips at the sound of his voice, it made her a bit embarrassed just how easily he brought those on. Only a slight rosiness creeping into her cheeks as he asked her if she worked this morning, brushing some curls from her face. Time for what? She raised a brow as she gently eased herself to a sitting position, straddling him as she found herself giving into a stretch, reaching her arms above her head and yawning a little. Chills rushing across her skin at the lost body heat. Her nipples hardened, but were still nicely disguised by the large flannel, one shoulder starting to drop to show a nice section of her collarbone.
“I’m off today… what’d ya have in mind?” She asked curiously, hands tracing along his chest as she looked down at him. Why did looking down at him like this excite her? Was it simply based off how they were sitting? She wanted him, but she didn’t want to push if he wasn’t feeling up for anything. Considering his fall, it would be understandable if she had to take a cold shower and cool off.
Post by Ferris Felwinter on Dec 31, 2023 5:39:49 GMT
Ferris didn't notice most of her blushes, but this one, with just the two of them warm on the couch together, this one he noticed. So maybe it wasn't just him.
Watching her stretch was a joy. The way the flannel sagged down her arms, the shape of her mouth while she yawned, the crinkle to the corner of her eyes when they closed, the way her stomach and the curve of her breasts peeked out from the front if the open flannel shirt. He reached up and slid his still warm hand inside the shirt around her, feeling her hard nipples in the cold. He made an soft sound of interest as she expressed she was off today.
“How convenient. I am too.” Even without the injury, he had today off. It would be tomorrow that was questionable, and the weekend. “Well…” he slid his other hand up to meet her other breast, cupping both gently, though he did wince slightly using that arm. He had definitely landed badly last night. “Maybe we shower?” he suggested, not just because he needed one. The second bit he was less certain how she would take after last night but he needed to ask. “And I could use some pain meds, if you have anything?” And if not, he had some.
The way his warm hand slipped under the flannel and found her nipples, an involuntary gasp slipping out as she grinned at him. He definitely seemed more himself this morning. Darcy tried to focus on what he was saying, but was quite distracted. She caught enough to know he was off as well, but then his other hand was up the shirt and he was cupping bother her breast in his warm hands.
Fuck. She thought as she bit her bottom lip and ran a hand through her hair. “A shower sounds great,” She paused as she considered his question. It wasn’t her place to dictate how he managed his pain, but she did think he should take things slow. “Well, we did drive your truck over here, so you’ve got your painkillers, if you wanna try something different I think I might have some Vicodin in the medicine cabinet.” She offered, not quite sure if he wanted to take something different or not. But as someone who can’t typically go to the hospital for medical issues, she tried to keep things on hand for emergencies. “I just ask that you only take one to start… if that doesn’t work, then you can take another.”
Post by Ferris Felwinter on Dec 31, 2023 6:54:50 GMT
Darcy seemed so distracted by something as simple as his hands on her. The way she bit her lip only made him ache for her more. Of course, he wasn't going to talk, he was excited by it himself and the longer he lay here with her sitting on him, the more she could tell that by feel.
He sensed her hesitation and resigned himself to either stepping out to his truck for a 'smoke' or fighting with her over how many Tylenol he could have. He was quite surprised to avoid any direct judgement. Even more for her to offer him prescription strength narcotics. Not that he could ask or would judge. She hadn't asked him. But it was still concerning.
He frowned slightly at the demand he only take one. But that was fair, especially considering he didn't usually take Vicodin. But he wouldn't mind taking something else. If just to try and avoid building a tolerance or need for the oxycodone in his truck. He teased her left nipple first. "Just one? How about two?" He asked, teasing the other. He was doing a commendable job of pretending to not be in pain at the moment. His lower back wasn't pleased with the current position, his upper back was a slightly less mass of throbbing. And his left shoulder was stiff. His heart beat and other internal systems betrayed how he felt to Darcy, however.
Darcy was definitely aware of just how much he was enjoying her reactions to his touch, if the growing stiffness under her ass was any indication of that. She playfully rotated her hips to press her ass against him as he teased her nipples.
Darcy raised a brow as he gave his counter offer, teasing her nipples as he did and she couldn’t help but let out a soft moan. She undid the buttons to the flannel shirt, opening it to let him enjoy the view as he fondled her breast. “Fair, enough… how about you start with one, and if it’s not touching the pain; then you can take a second one.”
The flannel dropping off her shoulders, but Darcy only stayed a moment longer before she stood and stepped toward the hallway, the flannel slid off her arms and was placed on the back of one of the dining room chairs as she walked past, now just walking down the hallway and toward the medicine cabinet in the bathroom in nothing but her barely there cheekies.