Say nighty-night and kiss me...

Greetings from mouse,

Confession time, when mouse fell earlier this week, she hit her head. Whacked it hard enough that it seemed to have shaken some really deep thoughts loose.  Please don't be angry Sir, just didn't want you to worry and we both know mouse does have an exceedingly thick skull!  

Back to those thoughts and the reflections of mouse....

The other night mouse was cooking some pasta for dinner, almost absentmindedly, mouse went about the business of cutting vegetables, when a thought occured to her how easily she feels her submission sometimes.  Quietly, mouse pondered those feelings.  Lost in thought, she rather suddenly felt Omega's arms encircling her waist and nuzzling her ear...his warm breath, whispering quietly and reverently asking, "Where are you?"

Feeling mouse lurch forward toward the stove and jump nearly out of her skin, he pulled her closer, calming her, whispering for her to "be still." In that moment mouse felt brittle, as though if he touched her too strongly surely mouse would shatter into a million peices.  He turned her to face him, grazing her cheek with his hand and just brushed her lips with his.

Later in the study, mouse on the sofa with her knee iced and elevated, Omega behind his desk, working mouse stared at him.  He glanced up and stared back at the trance-like state.  He smiled slightly and returned to work...ignoring it.  Yet, mouse couldn't help herself and continued.  What was she trying to work out?

What makes mouse submit to him and why is it, when she feels so very unsubmissive-like, when the day has gone wrong...why is it that he can draw her back with tilt of his head and his Spock eyebrow arch?

How is it that at times, her submission burns so hotly that she can't contain herself?  Those are the times she needs him.  To possess and stake his claim.  So clearly are those times that her body screams, "Use me!"  Yet, her voice remains mute.  The need goes unexpressed, the desire still smoldering and waits...

While her mind clicks back and forth, pondering those times when mouse cannot fathom submission.  Often he will reach out, picking that moment to touch her and she wants nothing more than recoil in shock.  Then it happens, he'll arch that eyebrow thoughtfully and mouse simply melts.   There are a few moments where mouse does recoil, shocked or angry, but she doesn't want to think of those moments...Instead her mind again turns...

As mouse continued staring at him, she finally wondered, does he feel that way?  Are there times when his Dominance is simply bursting?  Or is it always there, smoldering and waiting for the slightest whisper of a breeze to reignite the flame?  He looks up at her again, regards her thoughtfully for a moment before returning to his work.  At some point, she realizes that she's not really looking at him, but rather looking through him almost meditatively.

"Where are you?"

His soft voice startles mouse causing her to blink...

The words fail, fleeing into the recesses of her mind and she's rendered speechless.

Purposefully, he rises from his chair and walks to the sofa, crouching beside her and asked patiently, "What is my girl chewing on so intensely?"

Shaking her head slightly and half shrugging all those thoughts have left her and all she sees is him.  All she can think about, at that moment is him.

Song selection: Dream a Little Dream of Me;  Music by, Fabian Andre and Wilbur Schwandt; words by Gus Kahn.