~ Capon's Savage ~
Disclaimer: Yep, I know who ya think they are but they're all mine.
Violence: A little, an attempted rape scene nothing graphic.
Sex: What do ya think? Have I ever not wrote a story without a sex scene? Yeah but I had fun teasing everyone!
The rest: Not old enough Yada yada yada go away!
Thanks to Lesia, Ri and poor Webwarrior who has to try and make sense of this story.
Early the next morning, Savage was out in her garden picking the last
of the peppers, tomatoes, squash and cucumbers. Belle stood at the
corner of the garden chewing on the cornstalks that were piled there
while Scoops tried to steal tomatoes from the basket behind Savage.
"Scoops you're gonna get it; I'll make a nice hat out of you if you
don't stop." She reached back, grabbed Scoops tail, and gave it a
little yank. "Go in the cabin and get an apple, you don't eat
tomatoes." Scoops gave up on the tomatoes, crawled up Savage's back,
and lay over her shoulder. Dash raised her camera and shoot frame after
frame of Savage with her animals. Out of the corner of her eye, she
caught sight of Jed playing with a red fox pup. They took turns pulling
on each other's tails and rolling on the ground. Sharp yipping noises
came from them both as they chased each other across the garden towards
Savage. The fox shot under her outstretched arms while Jed jumped over
both her and Scoops. Having had enough fun, Scoops climbed down and
waddled towards her, she went into the kitchen and started searching
the pantry for the hidden apples. Dash followed her every movement
until she found the apples hidden inside a basket near the compact
washer and dryer. She took pictures of Scoop hanging out of the basket
and then washing her apple in Jed's water dish.
Dash went back to the door but only Belle was in the garden, she
listened and heard two different barks coming from where she thought
the river was. Hobbling in that direction, she came upon Savage playing
tug of war with Jed. A piece of leather stretched between them that she
realized was Savage's breechcloth. Her hip length hair swung around her
body with her efforts to get her breechcloth, giving up, she let go and
laughed when Jed rolled backwards into the grass. He got up and shook
the leather around before trotting towards the river with it. Savage
ran after him, dove into the water, and started to swim to the center
with Jed right behind her. The entire game was caught forever on film;
Dash changed out the rolls and went closer to the river. Her breath
caught in her chest when Savage came up out of the water, the sun
hitting the droplets made her tanned skin glow like fire. Dash could
barely hold her camera steady to shot her pictures, her entire body
trembled from the sight before her. Then she was gone. Dash searched
the waters surface for Savage and only seen Jed. Far off to the left
side, she saw her re-surface near a log sticking up at an angle from
the water. She pulled herself upward and lay back to let the sun warm
Dash switched lenses and zoomed in on Savage, her mouth went dry and
her heart picked up. It was like looking at a Greek Goddess, the way
her hair trailed down her side to float upon the water. The sun
caressing her body with its fingertips. When she turned her head, Dash
swore she was looking right at her. Every nerve ending in her body came
alive when those pale eyes looked into her soul by way of the camera
lens. Jed shaking the water from his fur broke her from the stare; she
looked down at his white eyes and grinned. "I have no idea why I feel
this way but you are one lucky wolf, you get to be with her forever."
She hobbled back towards the cabin on weak legs and her heart tapping a
staccato against her ribs.
The late afternoon was spent sitting on the riverbank fishing for
catfish, Dash gave Savage the evil eye when she held out a fat night
crawler and told her she had to bait her hook.
"Uuhh ahhh, nope can't do it." She shook her head and leaned back as far as she could away from the worm.
"Dash it's only a worm, it won't bite you."
She shuddered and shook her head. "It's slimy and I'll get worm guts all over my fingers."
"Girls." Savage mumbled and then jumped when a cane found her ass.
Savage thought the sky was falling when Dash got her first bite; she
pulled so hard on the fishing pole that the rig came flying back at
them. Savage hit the ground and Jed ran back to the cabin. Dash looked
around her searching for her fish and became confused when she saw
Savage hugging the ground.
"What are you doing down there?"
"Oohh I just thought it would feel good to bury my tits in the dirt."
She got up, brushed her breasts off and gave Dash a raised eyebrow.
Green eyes were locked on her breasts and not wavering at all. "Hello,
my tits to Dash." She waved her hand in front of Dash and snorted when
green eyes blinked a few times before they moved up to her eyes.
Dash felt her face catch fire, she couldn't believe she had been
staring at Savage's breasts and got caught at that. Then again she had
never done it before so how could she know how not to get caught.
"Sorry I was…"
Savage let her off the so-called hook and retrieved the fishing line
from the tree branch. After baiting the hook, she threw it back out
into the river and kept an eye on Dash. She didn't know how many more
times her breasts could be smashed into the dirt. Twenty minutes later,
Savage's eyes shot open when Dash yelled at her.
"I got a bite I got a bite!"
"Just don't yank on it yet." She slipped behind her, wrapped her arms
around her and placed her hands over the top of Dash's. "Now when the
fish hit's again, I'll show you what to do." They waited patiently and
then the bobber went under and Savage gave the rod a sharp tug and felt
the fish take off. "OK, now keep tension on the line and reel him in."
When Dash finally got the fish up to the bank, Savage fell backwards on
to the ground laughing hysterically. The bluegill was three inches
long; the night crawler it had gone after weighed more than it did.
Dash pulled on the line until the tiny fish was at her bare feet. "Tori
what do I do now?"
"Wait till…it grows…up!" She said between spurts of laughter.
"But Tori…" She looked closely at the tiny thing flopping around on the
ground. She used a fingertip and touched its side; it jumped off the
hook and all the way to the waters edge with Dash trying to grab it.
Savage rolled on to her side and wrapped her arms around her stomach,
tears flowed down her cheeks and she started snorting with each breath.
"Hey what are you laughing at?" Dash planted her hands on her hips and
stared down at Savage. She advanced on Tori and dropped down to
straddle Savage's hips, jabbing her in her ribs made Savage laugh all
the harder. "It's not funny!" She jabbed her ribs again, lost her
balance and landed on top of Savage. She looked up from where her face
was between firm breasts and turned a bright red. At a loss as to what
to do, she was saved when Jed came running and jumped on both of them.
"EEWW wolf slobber!" Dash yelled and rolled off Savage and wiped her
face and the back of her neck. She looked over at Savage and gave her a
dirty look. "I can't believe you laughed at my fish, it was huge!" She
held her arms out shoulder's width and smirked. "Well it will be in
another ten or twenty years." She got to her feet and offered a hand to
Savage. "Come on I'm hungry and since I suck at fishing and you didn't
help much, I'm going to beg Scoops for food."
The rest of the day they played like two year olds, after they ate,
they went to sit by the river and watch the bats swoop down for the
water bugs floating on the water. The croaking of bullfrogs and a
splash of water were the only sounds besides the beating of two hearts.
Dash looked to her left and saw the peaceful look on Savage's face. Her
classic profile stood out against the flames of the small fire. Her
heart fluttered in her chest when pale blue eyes connected with hers.
"I'm going to miss this." She felt tears fill her eyes and her throat closed on her.
Savage saw her friend start to fall apart; she moved closer to her and
pulled her into her arms. Running her fingers through her silky hair,
she murmured close to her ear. "You can come back, I'll always be
here." They sat by the river until Dash fell asleep in Savage's arms.
Being as gentle as she could, she lifted Dash and carried her back to
the cabin. Her heart had been breaking all day, but at that moment with
Dash's face pressed against her neck and her hand curled against her
chest shattered whatever was left. She knew that once Dash went back to
Washington, she would never be the same. She chose her life of solitary
existence and it never bothered her until Dash appeared. She laid her
down in the bed, kissed her forehead and covered her up. Sitting in the
chair, she braced her elbows on her knees, rested her chin on her
clasped hands and watched Dash sleep.
Dash woke to Jed licking her fingers and whimpering; she scratched his
head and opened her eyes to see Savage sound asleep in the chair.
Rolling to her side, she memorized her features and the way the corners
of her mouth twitched. She continued to watch until blue eyes fluttered
"Morning Dash." She stretched and yawned before stiffly getting out of
the chair. Dash watched her as she headed to the bathroom and sighed.
This would be the hardest thing she ever did in her life, leaving
After packing her clothes in her backpack, Dash went in search of
Savage and found her sitting at the rivers bank. Her eyes were trained
on a family of beavers collecting brush for their den; each time one of
them swam out Savage would watch it.
"You know that they build their dens in such an intricate way that it
looks like each branch is woven so that it looks almost like a basket.
I've never seen a den torn down by the river or time." She looked to
her side when Dash sat down. "It's kind of like how we weave our lives;
each memory is woven into the fabric that's our life. They stay with us
throughout our years, keeping us company when we become lonely." She
took Dash's hand, brought up to her lips and kissed her knuckles. "I
will always remember this time." She turned when she heard Tommie yell
their names, wiping a tear from Dash's face; she stood up and pulled
her to her feet. "Guess it's that time." All Dash could do was nod her
head and wipe away her tears.
Tommie watched as they walked hand in hand towards him, he had never
seen his sister looking so lost. Not even when their parents died had
she looked like she did now, his heart went out to her.
He cleared his throat and spoke softly. "I have my truck up in the pasture, so when you're ready Dash."
Dash let go of Savage's hand and limped into the cabin for her
backpack, once through the door, she stopped, sat down on the bed and
took once last glance around her.
"You alright Savage?" Tommie whispered to her and touched her forearm.
"Yeah, I'm alright. Will ya tell grandma I need more books to read?"
"Sure, I tell her, can't believe you read those six I brought already."
"I haven't but with Dash gone I'll have nothing to do but read." They
saw a tearful Dash limp from the cabin and give them a watery smile.
When she spoke, it was rough and uncontrolled.
"I'm all set Tommie." She stopped in front of Savage and then moved closer to hug her. "Thank you for everything."
"My Pleasure Dash, you take care of yourself and see a doctor when you
get back to Washington." She pulled away from her, squeezed Tommie's
shoulder and walked towards where Jed was sitting by the cabin. "Go on
boy lead them out, you know how Tommie is." She rubbed his head and
watched him trot off. She waved to her brother and Dash before she went
into her cabin. Tommie took Dash's backpack and held out his hand to
"It's not too far to my truck; we should be back at grandma's in about fifteen minutes."
Savage sat down on her bed and looked around, her cabin felt empty to
her. "You're insane Savage, you've lived alone most of your life." She
looked to the wall near the nightstand and saw the dragonhead cane
leaning there. Taking it in her large hand, she ran her fingers over
the head and swore she could still feel the warmth of Dash's hand.
Gripping it in her hand, she left her cabin at a full sprint towards
the path that would take her up to the pasture.
Tommie had just opened the passenger side door for Dash when he heard
Jed bark and run off towards the trees. He squinted and then saw his
sister running towards them. "Hey Dash I'm going to put your backpack
in the back." He nodded his head to where Savage stood at the edge of
the tree line a few yards away. "You know she never comes up this far."
Green eyes looked to him and then to Savage, it took her two seconds to
start limping towards Savage. They meet halfway and just stood there
staring at each other in an awkward moment.
"I carved this for you." Savage held out the cane to her and then
pulled her into a tight hug; she buried her face against Dash's neck
and felt tears fill her eyes. Dash held onto her neck and fought not to
break down. When she pulled back, she laced her fingers in dark hair
and pulled Savage closer to her. "I'll come back and see you, I
promise." She pulled Savage down and placed a soft kiss on her lips
then walked to Tommie's truck sobbing softly. When she got into the
truck, Savage was gone but the twisted trees waved to her as the truck
Savage dropped to her knees just inside the trees and sobbed into Jed's
thick fur. She sat there until she had no more tears to cry. Without
looking back, she went back down the incline to sit beside the
riverbank and stare out across the river.
A tear stained Dash got out of Tommie's truck and was enveloped in
grandma's arms, her sobs tore at both grandma's and Tommie's heart.
While Tommie retrieved her backpack, grandma took her into the house.
Taking the sobbing Dash into the living room, she sat them down on the
couch and let Dash cry into her shoulder. Long minutes went by until
Dash had calmed down enough to let go of grandma, she wiped her eyes
and nose on the offered Kleenex and sniffled.
"You know you can come back any time you want, Tori hasn't left her little world in the last fifteen years."
"She never leaves, not even to come up here?"
"Nope, she says her life is down there. Your boyfriend called about an
hour ago, he said he was about an hour away and would be here soon."
She didn't get the response she thought she would with the news. Dash
just shrugged her shoulders and nodded. "I put some tea on, you want
John pulled his BMW 600SL into a parking spot and looked around the
small town with its ancient homes. Brushing invisible lint from the
pleats in his trousers, he fixed his tie and walked up towards the
front door of Hazel's bed & breakfast. He reached for the bell on
the door, thought better of it and used the tip of his LeBlanc pen. He
waited and primped his hair and buffed his spotless nails until Hazel
opened the door to him.
"Can I help you?" She so wanted to wipe the flour from her hands on him
for some strange reason. Made her wonder where Tommie and Savage got
some of their hygiene habits.
"My name is John W. Hartwin; I am looking for my girlfriend Dash Monroe."
"Ohh, come on in she's in the kitchen." She held the door open for him
and sneezed the second he went past her. "Sorry hay fever season." She
used her apron and wiped her runny eyes and nose. "This way." She held
out a hand and pointed to the kitchen door. "She's having…" She sneezed
every time she got close to him. By the time she made it into the
kitchen, her eyes were watering and her nose was sore. "Weirdest thing
Dash…" John walked around her and sent her into a sneezing fit. She
gave up and left the kitchen.
With one look at Dash, he grimaced and planted a plastic smile on his
face. "Dash you look so different." He took in the whole picture and
sat down as far away as possible. "Did you have a car accident, I told
you to get rid of that truck and buy a German made car. He leaned
across and saw the sutures above her eyebrow. "That's going to be a
terrible scar; you need to see a plastic surgeon." Dash just sat there
with her mouth hanging open in total shock. "I can not believe the
doctor sutured your face with black thread." He placed his hands on the
table, saw the dusting of flour covering the surface and then placed
them in his lap.
She ran a hand down her face and hoped that when she uncovered her eyes
he would be gone. Grandma walked into the kitchen, crossed behind John
and started sneezing again. "For the love of Gods!" She left the room
again and decided to sit on the couch.
"John, I was attacked by four crazy asshole men while taking pictures,
they tried to rape and kill me and all you care about is the color of
"That's what happens when you come to a place like this." He held his
hands out. "These people are uncivilized, not like our friends in
Washington DC. They have morals and are upstanding citizens who work."
"And just what are you insinuating?" She stood up from her chair and
paced. "The person who saved my life may not have a job, live in a
cabin and not have a penny to her name but she took care of me. Which
is more than you can say!" She pointed a finger at him and saw that he
wasn't paying any attention to what she was saying but was looking at
her injured thigh.
"As soon as we get back, I'm taking you to my plastic surgeon. He's the
best doctor around and is very discreet about his patients."
"Will you just shut the Hell up and listen to me? You walked in here,
took one look at my busted up face and the first word out of your mouth
has to do with a status symbol car. Did you even give me a hug or a
He sat there with eyes wide and unable to say a word. "I didn't want to
touch you and cause you pain, plus I just bought this silk tie and you
have flour all over that ugly T-shirt." He scrunched up his nose when
he saw that it was three sizes to large for her small frame.
"I like this shirt!" She tugged on the front of it. "It's Tori's and it
hasn't been washed in two days and I may never wash it because it
smells like her!" She stepped closer to him and grabbed his silk tie so
hard that she knew it would have permanent wrinkles. "And further more,
she doesn't shave her legs, wear clothes, lives with animals, bathes in
a creek and smells a Hell of a lot better than that fucking bug spray
cologne you wear!" She wiped at her watering eyes and nose. "That shit
may cost two hundred dollars an ounce but OFF Bug spray is only two
bucks and kills bugs just the same!" She grabbed her cane, jabbed him
in the chest leaving behind a round dirty spot. "I'm leaving and I
don't want to see you anywhere near my apartment EVER!"
"But Dash I moved all of you clothes to my apartment!" He went after
her and gave grandma a look of disdain when she wiped her nose on her
apron. "I had Goodwill take all of your furniture."
She turned on him with fire dancing in her green eyes. "You did WHAT?
What in the Hell were you thinking! I would never live with a shallow
mother fucker like you!" She went up the stairs and slammed the door to
her room. John followed behind taking in the worn boards of the steps
and the old style door handles. He stopped out side of the door and
"Dash does this mean we're breaking up, I all ready told everyone we
know that we are getting married." The door was flung open to reveal
Satan's spawn, Dash's hair stood out at all angles from her angry
finger's pulling on it, she swung her backpack over her shoulder and
raised the cane at chest level.
"Move before I beat you to death you shallow, self serving,
egotistical, chauvinistic, PRICK!" She jabbed at him with her cane
until he back up and away from her.
"Does this mean that we won't be having sex?"
Dash let out a roar that had grandma covering her ears; she swung her
cane, smacked him in his shins and limped down the stairs. Seeing
grandma trying not to laugh, she went over to her and gave her a hug.
"Send a message to Tori that I'll have her pictures in a few days. I'll
send them here so you can give them to her." She kissed grandma's cheek
and limped out the door. She stopped and gave grandma a small smile.
"Thank you for everything."
John faltered for a few seconds on the stairs; he heard the front door
close and then just sniffling. He walked down the stairs and looked
around the room to see grandma wiping her eyes.
"Where did Dash go?" He asked while still looking around the room.
"Get a clue bug boy, she left you."
"She left, how could she just leave without us discussing our future."
He took a seat across from grandma and straightened the pleats in his
trousers before crossing his knees.
Grandma thought he looked like a flaming drag queen but didn't mention
it; she just sat there and observed his hideous primping habits. "Wanna
buy a clue bug boy; you have no future with Dash because you're a
shallow asshole who isn't worried about how she feels but what the
exterior Dash looks like to your money hungry friends."
He just stared unblinkingly at her with a plastic look on his face. "We
have been dating for four years, I had our wedding and everything
planed out, including the weekend honeymoon in New Jersey."
"I got the impression that she had no idea what's so ever that you two were engaged let alone getting married."
"I even talked to her boss about her quitting at the end of the
next week." He fixed his gelled, earthquake; typhoon and volcanic
eruption- couldn't-move-a-strand hair and gave grandma a raised
perfectly plucked eyebrow
Grandma gave him the famous Edwards look. "How big of you."
"I'm the man and I make all the decisions, Dash would have no need to
work. Her job would be to stay home and entertain my work associates. I
was just promoted to a full partnership in my brokerage firm, I am an
"Good, that means you can impress the plastic people you know with the
new Barbi doll you'll find at the preppy bar you go to. 'Cuz bug boy,
Dash is too good for you and I'm glad she found that out before it was
too late." Grandma waved a hand at him. "Go on now; I heard on the TV
that the DOW is dropping thousands of points a minute." She laughed at
the pale shade that washed over his face; he jumped from the chair and
ran out the door. "And don't come back now ya stupid asshole! Us
uncivilized, jobless and un-moral heathens like being this way, it's my
right!" She grabbed her favorite straw hat with the foam deer antlers
sticking up from the top and went to visit Tommie at his office.
When she retold the conversations she had overheard, Tommie was rolling
on the floor with tears in his eyes. He knew that Dash had some fire in
her but never thought she would do something like that. When he gained
some composure, he looked into his grandma's pale blue eyes.
"Do I have a chance with her?"
"Gods Tommie, if I could get away with tossing you over the bridge I
would." She tossed paper clips at him and then started shooting rubber
bands until he hid under his desk. You big idiot, you seen how she was
when she left Savage, do you think that happens everyday?"
"I just thought it was that woman thing, ya know…like what they have in movies."
"Tommie stick to Rambo and Blade, did
you ever pay attention to what Savage talked about. The mystics, the
soul mate theory she believes in, reincarnation. Ever read any of her
books she wrote about the ancient female Amazon warriors of Greece?"
"Hell I thought it was all fantasy stuff, mushy girlie dreams." He
shrugged his shoulders at her. "She may be my sister but I still think
"Thomas Eugene Edwards, when we get home I want you to go in her old
room and take a good look around you and then you will read her last
book or I'll chase you all over this town with my car."
He slouched down behind his desk; with a sheepish look, he nodded his head. "Yes ma'am, I'll do that. What's for supper?"
She threw her hands in the air and left his office mumbling about if
she hadn't delivered him herself she would swear he was switched at
Dash drove straight her office building, took the
elevator up to the third floor and limped to her office. The second she
walked in, she saw the boxes sitting in a corner with all her personal
things packed in them. Dropping her backpack on her now clear desk, she
went towards her boss' office. The second she walked in, he jumped up
from behind his desk.
"Dash I thought you quit?" His eyes widened at her battered face. "What happened to you?"
"I did what? When did I do this?" She leaned against the front of his
desk and tapped her cane on the floor. "This is what happens when you
take on four poachers. Think I can be a Playboy pin-up?"
"Uuhhmm…are you OK?"
"I am now, thanks."
"I'm sorry Dash." The look on his face was sincere and caring.
"John came and saw me on Thursday and said that you were quitting after
your vacation. I had your stuff packed for you to pick up. Was I wrong
in doing that?"
"I'd say! I can't believe he did that, I swear I'm going to tear him
apart!" She limped back and forth in front of him. "I'm not quitting
but I won't be back until after my vacation. But I will develop the
pictures from the shoot and my article for the layout." She stopped at
the doorway and turned. "And if that asshole comes by here, tell him I
She checked the light outside of the darkroom door before she entered.
One of the other journalists was looking at some negatives when she
walked in. She nodded at him and then got the items she needed to
develop her shots. As she worked, the other Journalist sat quietly and
watched her. She was well known for her un-orthodox way of printing
pictures, she always trashed more than half of her shots. She never
looked at her negatives, she remembered what shot she needed and threw
the rest out. So when she started to examine each and every shot, he
became engrossed. When the fist picture hit the rinse pan, he pulled it
out, his jaw dropped and all his breath came out in a whoosh.
"Oohh my Gods, who is this woman?" He held the print up to the light and had it snatched from his fingers.
"MINE!" She took the picture and gazed at the shot she had taken of
Savage laying on the log and felt her heart pick up as it did when she
shot the picture. She placed it closer to her and gave him a glare to
singe the hair off his body. "Touch another one and I'll beat you to
death." She raised her cane and waved it front of him. "Back off!" He
raised his hands above his head and sat back down in his seat. When she
was finished, she took all her shots and went to the supply room. She
searched through the room and found a leather binder, taking it to her
office she sat down to work.
Savage wandered around her cabin, running her fingers across the
kitchen table and touching the coffee cup that was still sitting where
Dash had left it before she left. It was hard for her to accept that it
had been almost two days since Dash had left her little haven. She
wanted to send Jed with a note to her grandma to see if Dash was still
there or if she had gone back to Washington. She had actually sat down
and written the note only to throw it away. She thought that if she
knew the truth, the pain she felt in her chest would get worse. She ran
a fingertip across the cups edge and then brought that fingertip to her
lips. She could still feel the press of their lips and the feelings
that erupted in her body. They were feelings that she had wrote down at
times when she imagined what it would be like to have the other half of
her soul standing by her side. Now, she may never feel it again. She
went to her bed, lay down and pulled the pillow that Dash had slept on
to her face. She could still smell her soft scent mixed with her own.
Tears filled her eyes and slid down her cheeks, she had never cried as
a child but was sure making up for it now. Jed came in and jumped up on
the bed to snuggle against her side, she knew he felt the loss as she
When the night came, she could see the full moon through the window by
the bed. She crawled over Jed and slowly walked outside and went down
to the rivers bank. Looking towards the bridge, she could just barely
make out the dim lights of the houses above. Dropping to her haunches,
she threw her head back and howled into the night. She was answered
first by Jed and then other dogs in the area, soon the entire
population heard the symphony of pain from Savage.
She woke up the next morning curled in a fetal position and cold; she
had lay down and cried herself to sleep. Now with her body stiff,
dirty, hair tangled, she still felt the hollowness in her soul. She
barked deeply for Jed and saw him come trotting from the cabin with a
clean breechcloth in his mouth. He shook it and then ran towards the
stream with Savage following behind.
Dash worked through out the night getting her layout finished and then
working on the photo album. She was tired and sore when she got up from
her chair, she tried to stretch but her injuries cried out against it.
Putting the album in her backpack, she swung it over her shoulder and
left the building. Limping the two blocks to her truck, she cursed when
she found a parking ticket under the wiper. After the day before she
didn't think anything else could go wrong but it had. Driving the six
blocks to her apartment, she had to search for a place to park; her
temper was ready to flair and burn Washington to a crisp.
All she wanted was to take a hot shower and sleep; she opened the door
to her apartment and let out a howl that brought her neighbors into the
"Sorry but someone seems to have taken all my furniture." She waved to
her neighbors and closed her door. She walked through her now empty
apartment and dropped her backpack on a wooden crate she had used for
her CD's. She checked her phone and found it disconnected along with
"You mother fucking asshole John." She went into her bathroom and the
only thing left were the hooks on the shower rod. Trying the water, she
had cold but no hot water. "Can't be any different from the river or
stream." Shedding her clothes, she stepped under the cold spray and
cussed in languages she didn't know she knew. It was the shortest
shower of her life, within three minutes her teeth were chattering and
she had a very high respect for Tori. "My God how can she do it every
day?" She used her clothes to dry off and pulled a clean T-shirt and
shorts on. No sooner had she walked from the bathroom than John walked
through the door.
"Didn't I tell you to stay away from me?" She grabbed her cane and pointed it at him.
"Wait Dash, can we at least speak like civilized people?"
"You have exactly ten minutes starting right now." She looked down at her watch and noted the time.
"Why can't we be together, everything was fine until you went to West Virginia?"
"Let me tell you a little story." She limped across the room to her
backpack, pulled out the photo album and sat down on the crate. "Come
here and I will also show you what I experienced." She opened the album
to show the Capon Bridge. "This is Capon West Virginia, but of course
you were there for a very brief time. When I got there last week, I
thought an easy shot take a few pictures, write up a little history and
be done with it. While I was standing on that bridge, I saw something
swimming down in the water that I later found out is a myth for the
area. They call it the Capon Savage; it's a protector of the riverbanks
and everything in the woods. No one has ever seen this thing except for
some poachers that came back in very bad shape after their encounter."
She flipped the page to show shots of the lush foliage along the
riverbank and of Jed playing with the fox. I found out from a park
ranger that Hazel was a kind of authority on the Savage. When I drove
into that small town, everything was so serene. The people were
friendly and Hazel turned out to be quite a lady. She has eleven
grandchildren and the park ranger is her grandson Tommie, they live a
simple life with none of the worries of trying to keep up with the
Joneses. Even with being direct descendents of Joseph Edwards one of
the first landowners and who Fort Edwards was named after back in the
1700's. They are just everyday people who show how much they care for
each other by way of simple gestures." She turned the page to show
Scoops stealing apples from the basket. "I found out where I needed to
go to investigate the Capon Savage, so early one morning I started
walking. I found these two huge trees that are completely twisted
together at the top." She ran her fingertip across the picture of the
trees and looked up into John's eyes.
"Those trees are not twisted at the top, they're just regular trees." He said after looking at the picture.
Dash ignored him and went on with her story. "I can't even fathom the
chances that two trees hundreds of years old would still be standing
let alone intertwined with each other. Behind these trees, I found a
path and heard rifle shots. I followed the noise and surprised four
poachers shooting at some deer and an old crippled cow."
She turned the page and showed him a picture of Belle standing in the
garden at Savages. "In a way this cow opened my eyes, if not for her I
would never have experienced complete unselfishness." She turned the
page to show a profile shot of Savage, the look on her face was
peaceful as she looked off into the distance. "I would never have met
Tori; she saved my life that day and more." She ran her fingertip
across Tori's cheek and swore that she felt the softness of her skin
come through the picture. "She took in a total stranger who was
trespassing on her land. She tended my injuries, gave me her bed, fed
me and showed me that it's not the material things in life that matter
but what we give each other of ourselves." Turning the page to show
Tori with Scoops lying over her shoulder, she looked up at John. "She
lives alone in a log cabin, no electricity, no outside influences, she
grows what she eats and kills only what she needs to survive. All our
meals were cooked over an open fire, at night; we sat there and
listened to nature sing." She turned to a shot of Tori sitting with Jed
at her side near the riverbank. "She taught me how to fish John, what
have you ever taught me? When's the last time we just sat and talked
until the sunrise?"
"I can change Dash; I'll do anything if you stay with me."
"Really, would you give up your life here in the city, your fancy
clothes, car, friends or modern technology to live in a log cabin? You
see this cane?" She held it up and ran her fingers across the dragons
head. "She carved this for me because she knew that I would need it to
get around. All you wanted to do was send me to a plastic surgeon; she
didn't cringe at my battered face. She doesn't care that my face will
scar or I may limp for the rest of my life. To her, it's what's on the
inside that counts not the packaging." She turned the pages until she
came to the one of Savage lying on the log, she traced her body with a
fingertip and felt her heart speed up and tears form in her eyes.
"She's a beautiful woman both inside and out, her soul is so pure that
it makes me hurt."
"Dash I can be what ever you want, just tell me what to do."
"OK, here's a test for you." She got up, walked over to one of her
plants and held out to him. "Stick your hands in the dirt John."
"What, you want me to put my hands in the dirt?" He shook his head and
backed away from her. "What will it prove Dash besides that I'd have
filth under my nails."
"That's it John, boy you're smart." She dug her hand into the pot and
held the dirt in her hands. "This dirt is your losing straw; you with
your manicured fingernails would never dirty your hands for anything.
Tori works the earth to survive, you survive to work. If not for people
like her, you would starve to death. You look down on people who don't
dress in the finest of clothes, drive expensive cars or actually work
for a living." She went back over to the album and showed him a picture
of Savage standing by her cabin with her body covered in dirt streaked
by running sweat. "She works hard every day but her pride comes from
within, you're proud of having the fanciest car at the firm."
John stepped closer to her and looked deeply into her misty green eyes;
he had never seen her cry or the look of love in its purest form
shinning from with in. He swallowed hard and looked away before he
"You're in love with her." He turned to face her and dropped his eyes
to see her tracing the picture with her fingertips. "I can't believe
I've spent four years dating you and you turn out to be a lesbian."
"Love shows no gender, it shows no boundaries, you will never know love because you can't give it."
"I can give love, I loved you."
"Bullshit John, you loved the idea of saying I was yours in front of
your groupies." She closed the album and held it to her chest. "Now you
can go brag to them and tell them that you dumped me because I'm
permanently scared." She pointed to the door with her cane.
"You will never work in DC again Dash, I'm an important person and I'll see to it."
"I don't really give a flying fuck, do what ever you want. One more thing John, what's my full name?"
"Your language is intolerable, you belong with those savages, and it's Dash Monroe."
"Wrong!" She slammed the door behind him and locked it. "Maybe my
language is John but that's none of your damn business anymore as if it
ever was." She went to the window of her living room, opened it and
climbed out onto the small balcony. She sat and listened to the sound
of traffic, the horns blaring, sirens wailing and the constant hum of
the city. What she wanted was to breathe fresh air, hear the crickets
chirp and look into a pair of pale blue eyes.
Late that night grandma heard a low noise come down the hallway from
her bedroom, she picked up the bullbat she kept on her nightstand and
crept towards the noise. Stopping outside Savage's old bedroom, she
placed her ear to the door and heard sobbing. She opened the door and
found Savage curled up on her bed hugging one of the T-shirts Dash left
behind. It had been many years since her granddaughter had cried and
just as many since she had been in her old home. Savage and Tommie had
come to live with her after their parents were killed in a plane crash,
it was hard for to think that it had been almost 25 years since her
daughter had died. Easing down on the edge of the bed, she ran her
fingers across wet cheeks and whispered to Savage.
"You miss her don't you?" Savage nodded her head and then moved so that
her head was resting in her grandma's lap, her soft sobs continued for
long minutes. "She'll be back, you just wait and see."
"When grandma, when will she back."
"Now Savage, you're the oracle of the family. You tell me when she'll
be back. I will tell you this, she broke up with that asshole
boyfriend." She chuckled at the way Dash had torn him into pieces
before she left.
"She did?" Savage wiped her face and looked into eyes so much like her own. "But she came up here just to see him?"
"Ohh I wish you'd been here, he's a dandy! A typhoon couldn't move his
hair and the prissy ass way he sat!" Grandma rolled her eyes. "That
asshole moved her out of her apartment while she was here, he gave all
her furniture to Goodwill and made wedding plans."
"They were getting married and she dumped him?"
"HE was getting married, Dash had no idea that she was supposed to be the bride."
"Doesn't really matter either way, she's not like me." More tears filled her eyes.
"Did you fall down and hit your head or something, you're the one who wrote all those books about love knows no gender."
"I believe that but does Dash?"
"That's just something that you'll have to wait and find out. Now get
some sleep and stop worrying for nothing." She placed a kiss on
Savage's temple and left her to ponder over what she had said."
Dash felt worse now than after she had been beat up, she had slept on
the hard floor with her backpack as a pillow. That act of stupidity had
her bent over at the waist, a stiff neck and her ribs aching. "I should
have just gone and gotten a room instead of sleeping on the floor." She
groaned and rolled her eyes when she realized that she was talking to
her dead plant. "I bet Tori doesn't talk to plants." Just the mention
of her name made her insides feel warm and fuzzy. "What are you doing
right now Tori, feeding Jed, swimming in the stream or sitting there by
the riverbank?" She picked up her backpack and other things that she
had found left behind and went out of her apartment. Fifteen minutes
later, she was in her truck and searching through the clutter inside.
She opened the passenger door and a hardback book fell at her feet, she
picked it up and saw the last name on the binding. 'Edwards.' Turning
it over she saw the rest of the name, S. Edwards. "Ohh grandma you put
this in here, you sneaky old woman." She opened the book and saw the
dedication page held only a few words. "For my heart and soul, where
ever you are." Closing the book, she got in her truck, drove to the
post office, mailed the album to grandma and then went to the nearest
motel. Without even bringing her stuff into the room, she dropped down
on the bed and started reading. When she reached the second chapter,
she faltered, went to the last page she had read and reread the last
"You wrote about two women being lover's?" A huge grin came over face.
"You've got some balls lady." She continued to read until she came to
the last paragraph and felt her heart slam in her chest.
"Through the centuries of time they will stand proud, branches twisted
to be as one." She closed the book and held it to her chest. "Ohh my
Gods, Tori wrote this." The most obvious things started to click in her
head, things that had been right in front of her and she hadn't seen
them until now. "Son of a bitch!" She looked at her watch and saw that
she had spent two days of uninterrupted reading. Limping from the room,
she went out to her truck and headed to the Interstate.
Grandma picked up the express mail package and saw the return address
with Dash's name. Pulling the box open, she pulled out the leather
bound photo album and looked at the gold lettering at the bottom.
'Dasha Gabriella Monroe' flipping open the album, she looked at the
beautiful 8x10 color pictures of Savage's haven. The ones that
interested her the most were the ones of her granddaughter. She knew
her granddaughter was a striking woman but the way Dash had captured
her very soul amazed her. She had to laugh at the picture of Savage
laying across the log, if she knew that Dash had been close by with her
camera, she would have thrown a fit. "After all this you still don't
have a clue as to who Savage is. Poor Dash, you're as dense as Tommie."
She took the album and went up to Savage's bedroom, she was still
asleep, which was unusual for her.
"Savage it's eight o'clock are you gonna come out of hibernation?"
Grandma pulled the long hair from where it covered her granddaughters
face. "My Gods, I just noticed you have clothes on!" She pulled on the
back pocket of the faded Levis Savage wore.
"I didn't want to scare anyone." She grumbled into her pillow.
"Well, if these pictures get out, you'll have to scare off every man
within 200 miles." She laid the album next to Savage's face. "Just came
a few minutes ago, Dash sent them." That brought her out of bed in a
"Dash sent them, I thought it would take more than a couple days." She
ran her fingers across the leather and then saw Dash's name at the
bottom. "Her names Greek, it fits her." Tears came to her eyes when she
saw the pictures of Jed and the other animals, then a light blush
covered her face when she saw the ones of herself. "I didn't even know
she was taking pictures of me."
"I'd say she is a very good photographer, she captures what most people
never see." Grandma squeezed a muscular shoulder. "Come on I'll feed
you before you run out of here."
"I'm gonna take a quick shower first, then I'll be down."
Grandma shook her head and left Savage looking at the pictures, she
wondered about Savage taking a shower, she expected her to go out in
the backyard and use the garden hose. "Strange damn kid." She said to
herself before going into the kitchen.
If Dash had a gun, there would have been cars all over I-395-495 and
95, she wondered where people got their driver's licenses. If there was
a driver on the road going 20mph, she got stuck behind them. What she
wanted was a cattle pusher on the front of her truck so she could shove
them out of her way. She drove down the grassy median, around the slow
ass person in front of her, across four lanes of traffic and up the RT.
50 exit. Halfway up the ramp, she hit a traffic jam.
"GODDAMNSTUPIDASSFUCKINGVIRGINIADRIVERS!" She took her truck up the
edge of the ramp and got stuck right behind a huge accident. Opening
the door, she stood on the running board and tried to see why no one
was moving. Not being able to see, she got out and stood on the hood of
her truck. What made her almost fall off was seeing John crying and
using his silk tie to try and fix the smashed front in of his BMW. "See
that asshole, all that money and it's nothing but a big clump of
smashed nothing." She got back in her truck, put it into four wheel
drive and took the grassy slope up and around John and his BMW. The
whole time laying on her horn and laughing.
Hazel sat in her kitchen drinking coffee and doing the crossword puzzle
from the TV Guide, Savage had left to go home fifteen minutes earlier
after trying to eat her out of house and home. Her granddaughter looked
haggard and ready to drop, she knew that she had not been sleeping much
and eating less. She sure hoped that Dash would show up soon before
Savage got some wild idea and started walking to Washington. At the
sound of the car pulling up in front of her house, she went out the
kitchen door and saw a ragged looking Dash limping towards her.
"Dash you look worse than…Tori!" She chuckled at the way Dash's hair
was sticking up all over her head, the wrinkled familiar T-shirt and
the bare dirty feet. "My Gods child where have you been?"
"In Washington." She held up the book she had read. "Did Tori write this book?"
"That one, nope." She grinned at her. "Look at the name on the cover real close, that's an S if I'm seeing it right."
Dash looked at the cover and stared at the name S. Edwards. Her brow
wrinkled and she shook her head slowly. "I was so sure Tori had written
it, the last paragraph mentioned the twisted trees near the path to her
cabin." She smacked her head moaned from the pain and swore under her
breath. "I am so stupid and blind, is she still down at her cabin?"
"Should be by now, she left about twenty minutes ago."
"Tori was up here, but you said she never leaves her haven."
"This is the first time in fifteen years; I found her in her room early this morning crying."
"She was crying, why?"
"Come with me Dasha and I'll show you her room, I know you'll find it very interesting."
Dash gave her a raised eyebrow at the mention of her full first name,
then she remembered the photo album with her name embossed on the
Dash walked into the bedroom that used to be Savage's and let out a
whistle, the walls were covered with maps of old Greece, Britannia and
what is now Russia. Along with old lithographs of Fort Edwards and the
surrounding area. Shelves covered with every book imaginable, ancient
myths, Greek history, the Spanish American war, civil war and one
entire shelf full of books by S. Edwards.
"Is that a complete collection of Edwards's books she has?"
"Yep, let me show you something." She held out an old family picture to
Dash. "This was taken many years ago, so you have to use your
Seeing her friend's familiar features, she ran a finger over her face.
"Tori looks like she's about ten years old." She looked up at Hazel
with a puzzled expression on her face.
"Nope, Savage was ten." She pointed to the young Savage in the picture. "Victoria was her mother."
"I am so stupid!" She ran from the bedroom.
Savage striped out of her clothes, tossed them on her bed and put a
breechcloth on, Jed watched her with interest, he grabbed her Levis and
ran out the door with them.
"Jed you rotten brat!" She ran after him and saw that he was heading
for the path; he picked up speed, dropped her Levis and started
howling. Savage stopped and knelt beside him and scanned the area for
poachers. What she saw took her breath away, Dash half running half
stumbling towards her. She jumped up, ran towards her, and caught her
in her arms before she fell. Sinking to her knees, she pressed her face
into Dash's heaving stomach and sobbed. Dash tangled her fingers in the
long wild hair and pushed Savage back from her and sank to her knees.
She looked into pale blue eyes with misty green and smiled.
"I've caught the Capon Savage." She brought their lips together in a
soft lingering kiss, pulled back and brought their foreheads together.
"You came back."
"I had to, I left something here." She pulled back and gazed deeply
into her eyes. "I left my heart with you, I love you Savage."
A loud creaking sound came from behind Savage; she looked over her
shoulder and saw the two huge trees behind her swaying. She scooped
Dash up into her arms and carried her down to her cabin. Easing her
down on to the bed, Savage laid down beside her and cupped Dash's face
between her large hands. "I love you Dasha, I don't know how to…I've
She pulled Savage down to her and captured her lips in a tender kiss.
She waited for Savage to open her eyes or breath. "Savage?"
"Dash are my ears supposed to be ringing?" She peeked from between slit eyes.
Dash cupped the side of her face and ran her thumb over a moist bottom lip. "You've never even kissed anyone have you?"
"Just you that way, I've never even dated." A light blush crept up her neck with her admission.
"Come here." Slowly she teased Savage's lips with her tongue, then
pulled her bottom lip between hers and sucked gently. A deep moan came
from Savage; she released her lip and slowly slipped her tongue between
her lips. She moaned and pulled Savage closer when their tongues dueled
for the first time. She wrapped her hands in the long silky hair, moved
her one leg over Savages hip and flipped her onto her back. They
continued to kiss until they were both breathless. Dash gazed down at
the chiseled features and couldn't believe that she would be her first.
Tracing Savage's dark brows with a fingertip, she let them glide down
her cheek to stop at her chin. She traced a small scar below her bottom
lip before brushing her lips across it.
Her voice was deep and smoky when she spoke. "You're beautiful Savage."
"I'm average," She kissed Dash softly and added. "You're the one that's beautiful."
Dash brought her head down to kiss Savage's strong chin and trailed her
lips and tongue down her neck to stop at the hollowed area. Flicking
her tongue, she tasted the saltiness of her skin and a faint flavor of
vanilla. Coming up onto her knees, she straddled Savage's hips and let
her fingers barely touch her skin. Circling her breasts but never
touching her hardened nipples made Savage arch her back and moan
deeply. Dash loved the feel of her muscles rippling beneath her soft
skin and the way goose flesh rose behind. Bringing her hands back up to
strong shoulders, she looked deeply into darkened blue eyes and read
the passion behind them. Dropping her head, she kissed the soft flesh
above each breast before taking parted lips captive for a kiss that had
stars shooting off behind her eyes. She found out that Savage was a
fast learner and she didn't know if she herself could handle what was
Savage had never in her life had her body react the way it was doing
with just one touch from Dash. Her insides quivered and jumped, a fire
burned in her veins to where she thought she would combust. The way
Dash moved against her hips made her nerve endings arc off of each
other. She gasped and arched her back when warm moist lips pulled on
her nipple and sucked gently. Deft fingers worked at the belt of her
breechcloth, she lifted her hips and felt the soft leather being pulled
from under her. Reaching out, she ran her hands up under Dash's T-shirt
and felt hot damp skin beneath her hands. Pushing the shirt upward, she
pulled it over Dash's head and threw it to the floor. She rolled them
over and ran her hands down her lover's body until they came to the
waistband of her cut-off shorts. Unfastening them, she slipped them off
Dash's hips and threw them to join the rest of their clothes. She
braced herself on her hands, hovered over Dash, and captured her lips
for a long deep erotic kiss. She let out a gasp when her nipples
brushed against Dash's and felt her stomach tighten. Going on instinct
alone, she kissed her way down Dash's neck and stopped at the junction
between neck and shoulder to nip and suck the warm flesh. She felt Dash
arch against her and press her hips into her. Small strong fingers
threaded through her hair and held her tighter. She released the soft
flesh and saw a deep purple mark blossoming; the wicked grin that came
to her lips went un-noticed. She growled when a hand found its way to
one of her nipples and rolled it between small fingers. Her hips
pressed downward causing her to moan deeply and continued to press
herself into Dash.
"Move your thigh between mine." Dash wrapped her leg over Savage's hip
and pulled her into her; slowly she moved against her lover's thigh and
felt their wetness coat each other's warm skin. Wrapping one arm around
Savages muscular back, she placed the other at the back of her head and
brought her down for a deep kiss. As they moved against each other,
Dash felt herself getting closer to the place she had never been
before. Their kiss ended and Savage buried her face against her neck
and pushed harder against her thigh. Deep moans vibrated against her
neck, muscles tightened and started to shake, as Savage got closer to
her release. "Come with me Savage." She muttered and arched her back
and thrust her swollen clit against a hard thigh. She felt her muscles
clench, her center twitch and let out a loud cry when she climaxed. A
deep howl was yelled into her neck and she felt Savage thrust against
her and shudder. Their bodies continued to move against each other as
ripples ran through their bodies. Dash moved her hand between them and
ran her fingers thru her lover's wetness; she moaned and rolled Savage
part way onto her side. Looking into tear-filled eyes, she kissed her
gently on her lips, then the tears from her cheeks. "I love you Savage
Edwards." They traded kisses while Dash slipped her fingers between wet
swollen folds. Teasing her lover's center, she slipped her middle
finger in up to its first digit and pulled out to repeat it until she
felt Savage relax. "Baby I won't go any further if you don't want me
"I want you to, I know it'll hurt but I trust you." She brought their
lips together and explored with an intensity that had Dash seeing
stars. She thrust her hips when she felt Savage enter her and press the
heel of her hand against her twitching clit.
"Gods…Savage…more." She pulled on her lover's hand and had her insert
two fingers inside of her. Thrusting her hips against her lover's hand,
she slipped her finger deeper inside of Savage and felt the muscles
tighten around her finger. She was getting close and didn't know how
much longer she could hold on.
Savage felt her lover's juices flow over her fingers, her muscles
clench around her fingers each time she thrust against her. It was
making her own center twitch and her wetness flow from her; she gritted
her teeth and thrust hard against Dash's hand. A searing pain shot
through her body and then faded. Rolling her hips, she thrust faster
until she felt a volcanic eruption take her body. She screamed out and
heard Dash do the same, they thrust against each other again, all sound
became distorted, and images flashed behind their closed eyes. They
wrapped themselves around each other and lay gasping for air and still
feeling their bodies ripple and tingle with aftershocks. Dash could not
explain what had happened to them. What ever it was, it felt right. She
heard Savage mumble against her breast and looked down into pale blue
eyes so full of love that her heart hurt.
"I love you Brie, I knew one day that you would come back to me."
Dash gave her a puzzled look and was about to ask her what she had
meant when a soft snore came from between parted lips. She wiped the
tears from her lover's face, closed her eyes to exhaustion, and joined
her in peaceful sleep.
Images haunted Dash in her sleep, they flicked by so fast that she
wasn't able to see them clearly but could feel the emotions coming from
them. Different times, places, names but always the same overwhelming
love. Just before she woke up, she saw a familiar form come before her,
the sight of pale blue eyes smiling down at her and the caress of a
calloused hand against her cheek. A deep sultry voice came to her ears
and called her Brie. She opened her eyes and looked into the peaceful
face of her lover. Brushing back the long silky hair from her face, she
leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss upon her lips. Tracing the fine
thin lines of scars, she found on her lover's face, she ran her finger
down to trace one on her upper chest that was shaped like a crescent
moon. Pressing her lips to it, she then heard a soft sigh and fingers
brush through her hair.
"Morning Dash." Savage mumbled and pulled her lover close to her body.
"Gods I'm sore all over." She moaned and tried to stretch.
"Savage, you called me Brie last night, and then I had the weirdest
dreams." She looked up into her lover's sleepy eyes. "I saw you in my
dream but it wasn't you, does that make sense?"
"More than you know, I can't explain it verbally, I can only put it into words."
"That's another thing Savage Edwards," She crawled on top of her and
went nose to nose. "Why didn't you tell me who you really were, here I
was living with a famous author and the river beastie and I didn't even
"I'm…'cuz I'm stupid sometimes." She grinned and then kissed Dash
softly before getting out of bed. "I'm hungry, grandma sent me back
with a care package." She picked the bag up off the table and moaned.
"I think she sent me back with the rocks from her garden." She searched
through the bag and came out with a box of cinnamon pop tarts.
"Pop tarts? You mean you're not gonna go out and steal a squirrels nuts and make me chew on pine cones?"
Savage grinned at her. "That's what were having for lunch." She shocked
the Hell out of Dash by pulling a seldom-used toaster from a cabinet.
"Damn I wanted to see you heat those up over the fire." She crawled out
of bed, stepped up behind Savage and wrapped her arms around her waist.
Pressing her face into her back, she closed her eyes and sighed. "You
know I've never had this before."
"What Pop tarts?"
"No, what we had last night and waking up in my lover's arms."
Savage turned in her arms and cupped her face, she really didn't want
to bring up Dash's ex-boyfriend but she needed to understand. "What
about what's his name, you were with him four years."
"Seven minutes of him grunting and then running to the door doesn't
count. I was like a damn hood ornament to him, nothing more." She laid
her head against her lover's chest and told her about her relationship
with John. "I loved him but not like your supposed to, I think it
lasted so long because I hardly seen him and when I did it was for an
hour or two at most. Pretty pitiful huh?"
"It just wasn't meant to be." She hugged Dash closer and kissed the crown of her head.
"You know I read one of your books and I wanted to strangle you afterwards."
"My evil grandma strikes again?" She chuckled and released Dash so she
could get their pop tarts. "Ya know she sent other books, she knew you
would be back."
"She did huh?" A small smile came to her face. "Why did you quit writing?"
"Ohh I just got tired, I had my first book published when I was fifteen
and after so many years of doing nothing but writing, I got burned out."
Dash choked on her pop tart, she cleared her throat and gave Savage an
astonished look. "Fifteen! You had your first one published at fifteen?"
"Yep, grandma sent it off to some publisher in New York. I didn't make
much money at first but then after I had others published, my bank
account grew. I live off the royalty checks."
"Are you rich?" Dash didn't know anything about what an author made off their books.
She shrugged her shoulders. "I don't know grandma manages my money for
me. When I need something, she takes the money out of my account."
Dash pressed their bodies together and kissed her lover's chest right over her heart. "You're a dream come true."
"So are you Dash." She hugged her close and buried her face against her
warm neck, she picked up the scent of their bodies mingled together on
Dash's skin. It was calming and erotic all at the same time. Pressing
her lips to the warmth, she kissed her way down to an erect nipple and
teased it with her tongue. A soft moan came from Dash and she wrapped
her arms around her lover's neck and pulled her closer.
"Keep that up and Jed will think we forgot about him."
"He doesn't care…" She nursed gently and kissed her way over to Dash's
neglected breast. "He's with his girlfriend." She scooped Dash up and
carried her back to their bed. What she then did, had Dash arching her
back on the bed and gripping the furs in clenched hands. Green eyes
popped open when Dash felt a warm tongue exploring her folds, she
looked down the length of her body to see her lover's dark head between
her thighs and her long hair draping over them. Bracing her heels in
the mattress, she moved her hips in short thrusts and gasped when her
center was penetrated by Savage's tongue.
"Where did you…learn that?" She forced out from between panting
breaths. Her answer was mumbled against her nether lips sending a
vibration through her body that took her over the edge with a scream.
She collapsed in the bed and lay there gasping for breath and
wondering. She moaned when her lips were captured and she tasted her
essence on her lover's lips and tongue. Savage pulled back a bit and
looked into a flushed face, tracing a bottom lip, she asked.
"Was it OK? I don't really know what made me do that."
"More than OK, you can do that anytime you want."
Dash made sure that Savage wouldn't be able to walk for a week, she was
laying between her thighs with her head resting on her lower stomach
after an earth shaking climax for both of them when Savage begged her
"Can't no more…" She groaned and rolled over and moved down the bed to pin Dash down with her body.
Dash brushed sweat soaked hair back from her lover's face and placed
kisses across her brow. "For two people who don't know what they're
doing, I'd say were doing pretty good."
"Little voices telling me what to do."
"Same little voices that wrote the sex scenes in your book?"
Blue eyes closed and Savage dropped her head down to bury against a
strong shoulder. "I uuhmm was using my imagination and what I
remembered from my dreams. I'm a huge pervert in my dream world." She
grinned and nipped at warm flesh. "Picture yourself making love to
someone and then watching yourself do it, it's like a porno flick."
"Ooohh can I share your dreams?" She had no idea why she said that but for some reason Savage brought out her perversions.
"You already do…I mean you were there kinda…last night…speech
impediment!" She garbled a few words, grunted and pointed to a book
sitting on her nightstand. Dash reached over the top of Savage's
shoulder and picked up the leather bound book, she opened it to see
bold scripture covering the pages.
"Savage…I can't read Greek." She turned a page and saw that it was
written in the same strong penmanship but in English. "This is your
"Yeah, I write stuff down all the time. Life long habits are hard to
break." She snuggled into Dash's body and closed her eyes. "That's
where my books came from, my dreams." Her deep even breathing told Dash
that she had fallen asleep. Dash started reading and didn't stop for
two hours, what she had read explained a lot of why Savage lived the
way she did. Dash saw it as pieces of other lifetimes all mingled
together, what hit her hard was the descriptions of the other woman
that Savage often saw in her dreams. The resemblance between her and
the other woman were uncanny. Not to mention, Savage was describing the
dreams she herself had through out her life. She wished she had her own
diary so that she could compare them. She had never planed on going
back to Washington to retrieve her belongings from John, but reading
Savage's diary changed her mind. Laying the book on the bed, she closed
her eyes and drifted off to sleep.
Tommie tip-toed into the kitchen, reached out to grab a cookie and felt
a foot connect with his ass. "Get out of those cookies, those are for
Savage and Dash." He spun around and grinned.
"Dash is back, where is she?"
"Where do you think she's at you little dummy, she's with Savage."
Grandma handed him a container with his name on it. "These are yours
leave theirs alone. Did you know Savage was here last night?"
"She was here in this house?" He dropped into a chair and shook his
head. "It's been years since she was home, why was she here?"
"When something's bothering you, where do you come?"
"Ohhh, I got it. Is she OK?"
"Well considering that a little blonde tornado blew out of here and was
headed that way, I'd say she's more than OK." She placed a glass of
milk in front of him and pointed a finger. "Hands off Dash, she's not
"Ain't fair, the best looking woman around here and she wants my
sister. Then again maybe their just friends." He shrugged his shoulders
and ate his cookies before going back to work.
Grandma rubbed her face and mumbled. "Still say I must have screwed up
his delivery, wonder if it's to late to drop him on his head?"
Dash groaned when the hot water beat on her aching shoulders, dropping
her head down, she let the water hit at the back of her neck. She had
woken up lying on top of an exhausted Savage and decided to take a
shower and then make supper while she slept. She was starving and knew
that Savage had to be to, they had only eaten a Pop Tart all day. She
started shampooing her hair, when the shower door opened and a warm
body pressed into her back.
"Why didn't you wake me up?"
"You looked so peaceful and I wanted to surprise you with supper." Dash
rinsed the soap from her hair and turned in her lover's arms. She
placed a kiss on her chest and turned her so that she was under the
showerhead. Running her fingers through waist length hair until it was
completely wet, she poured shampoo in her hand and washed Savage's
hair. Low moans came from Savage when Dash's fingers massaged her
scalp. "Now I know why you go in the creek, it's got to be hard to wash
you hair in the shower."
"I've never had it cut so I'm used to it." She tilted her head back and
let the soap rinse from her hair. Taking the lofu sponge, Dash soaped
Savage's body, washed every single area and paid attention to some too
much. She found herself pressed up against the shower wall and her lips
captured in a deep kiss. They straddled each other's thighs and moved
slowly against each other, soft kisses and caresses turned into
clinging and loud yells when they went over the edge together. Dash hug
onto Savage for dear life, she couldn't keep her knees from buckling
"I can't walk." She whimpered and then yelped when Savage moved and
cold water hit her chest. Savage turned the water off and then lifted
Dash so that she could wrap her legs around her waist. Capturing her
lips in an exploring kiss, she walked out of the bathroom and blindly
made her way to where she hoped the bed was. Feeling it against her
knees, she eased Dash down without breaking their kiss.
Tommie stood in the doorway with his mouth hanging on his chest and no
air in his lungs. He watched them lie down on the bed and caress each
other. He had no idea of what to do, he closed his eyes and turned to
go out the door and fell right on his face. He yelped and yelled out
when something smacked him on top of his head and then hissed.
Savage jumped off Dash, fell on the floor and felt Dash fall over the
top of her. They were all at eye level with each other. Ice blue and
dark green connected with shocked brown.
"Hi Sis just thought I'd drop by, fall on my face in your doorway, get
beat up by a Bobcat and see how ya were doing. So how you guys doing?"
He tried to grin at them, except it was hard with his foot being
attacked by sharp claws and teeth. "Sis could you get your cat to let
"Why I think you kinda deserve to be chewed on, you pervert."
"Can I help it if you were sucking face when I walked in?"
"Guys I don't want to break up the sibling thing here but what does Jed have in his mouth?"
Jed stood in the doorway with a chewed up work boot in his mouth.
"Ohh that used to belong to one of those poachers, he likes to take a
little something each time he catches one." She pointed to the bobcat.
"Jed take your baby outside with you." He dropped the boot, picked up
the bobcat and carried it outside with him.
"Uhhmm…grandma sent me with another care package and some more books."
He climbed to his feet and tried not to look at a naked Dash. Savage
stepped in front of her lover to block her brother's stare.
"Tommie go out and start a fire for me."
"Uhhmm OK." He rubbed his face and stumbled from the cabin.
Dash wrapped her arms around her lover and buried her face in her wet
hair. "Savage tell me he knew about your sexual preference."
"Ohh he knows about me, it's you that floored him."
"Ohh, well I guess it's a little too late to tell him huh?"
Savage turned in her arms. "You can say that." And kissed her tenderly.
"When the kiss broke, she hugged her close and whispered in her ear. "I
love you Dash."
"I love you to." She kissed her lover and smacked her on her ass. "Come on I'm hungry."
Tommie fell off the stump he was sitting on and Savage's mouth dropped
open when Dash came out of the cabin wearing a breechcloth and nothing
else. Savage reached over and smacked her brother. "Keep your eyeballs
away from you know where or I'll poke them out."
"Better get use to it Tommie; I'm now the other river beastie." Dash down next to Savage and squeezed her thigh. "Right baby?"
"Yep, we're gonna terrorize poachers by chasing each other through the trees."
"Or we can just make out under those two huge trees that are joined at the top?"
Tommie gave her a raised eyebrow and snickered. "Ohh great, another nut
case, I keep telling Savage there are no trees up there that are
twisted at the top."
"Yes there are Tommie, that's how I found the trail that comes down here." Dash said and stuck her tongue out at him.
"Uhhmm Dash, there's no trail either." He shrugged his shoulders and
looked to Savage. "After all these years, the only way I can find the
right spot is from my tire marks and this big ugly rock at the edge of
the trees. You know how everyone keeps saying I get lost?" He saw Dash
nod her head. "It's because I get lost coming in here and Sis sends Jed
out to find me." At the mention of his name, Jed came trotting up with
the bobcat in his mouth. "Sis he does know that he's a male wolf and
not a female bobcat doesn't he?"
"What can I say, he's lovable." Savage wrapped an arm around Dash and
hugged her; I'll explain later about the trees and trail. Right now I
hear some steaks calling our names."
Dash came back to the cabin from retrieving stuff from her truck; she
carried a gym bag with a few articles of clothing and her tennis shoes.
Every thing else she owned was at John's apartment. She didn't know how
she was going to bring up the subject of having to go back to
Washington to savage. "Don't be a chicken shit Dash, just tell her."
"Tell me what?" Savage stood behind her with a worried expression on her face.
"I said that out loud huh?" She ran her fingers through her messy hair
and let out a long breath. "I need to go back to Washington to tie up
some loose ends." She stepped close to Savage and placed her hands on
her hips. "There's some personal items that John took from my apartment
that I want back and I need to turn in my resignation at work."
The last part brought a small smile to Savage's face then disappeared. "You're quitting your job, why?"
"Because I don't need to work, I've lived on very little money all
these years and I have a healthy savings account to show for it." She
laid her head against her lover's chest and spoke softly. "I don't need
money, just you. I want to stay here with you, not travel all over the
world." Tilting her head up, she caught pale blue eyes looking off into
the distance. "I want you to teach me everything you know." Sparks
fired behind blue eyes and then dropped downward to stare into soft
emerald green eyes. "Will you come with me to Washington and help me
get my stuff?"
"Where you go I go." Savage whispered before kissing her with a tenderness that made Dash's heart pound.
"Is tomorrow too soon? I really want to get everything taken care of and go on with the rest of my life with the Capon Savage."
"I'll warn you now, it's been a long time since I was in a car and I've never been outside of Hampshire County."
"You've never been away from here? Not even to see other counties?"
"Nope, never felt the need and I was afraid to leave in case…" She
stopped and looked up at the rough-hewn timbers of the cabins ceiling.
"In case what, tell me Savage." Dash cupped her cheek and pulled her
head down so she could read what was going on behind her eyes.
"It's a very strange story and you might…no I know you'll think I'm
insane." She took Dash's hand in hers and led her over to their bed.
Taking a deep breath before she started, she placed a kiss across small
knuckles and offered dash a small smile. "I don't have the normal type
of dreams that everyone else has, they're more like flashes from past
lives." She looked to their joined hands and continued. "Since I was
little, I would see myself in these dreams as an adult, they were in
different times, places but always with the same people. As I grew
older, I was part of what was going on around me; I could communicate
with the people around me. I could feel the clothes I was wearing, hear
the sounds, smell the wood smoke in the air and the undying love I had
for my companion and vice versa. I fought different enemies, could feel
pain both emotional and physical, hear the clashing of swords or the
crack of a rifle. What lingers in my heart is the loss of my eternal
soul mate." She gazed into misty green eyes and saw the pain Dash had
for her. "I remember us planting two oak trees side by side near where
our cabin was. They represented the two of us. Death took her from me
before those trees could mature, I was left empty inside. On my final
breath I cursed the Gods for their unfairness." She felt the tears slid
down her cheeks and the soft squeeze of the small hands held in hers.
"A voice came to my ears in a dream telling me that when the two trees
became one, we would be together again. Besides myself, only she would
see the trees."
"Then what Tommie said is true, there are no trees."
"No, those two trees were cut down when this area grew, the cabin was
never occupied because it was said to be haunted. It was torn down at
the same time to make more farming land."
Dash leaned into her lover's side and tried to picture everything in
her mind. Closing her eyes, she left her mind go and saw flashes of the
past come to her. "The cabin was in Dan's pasture, the two oak trees
were off to the left of the cabin in a clearing. Clover and wild
flowers filled that small area then dropped off to where a small stream
flowed down into the river." She opened her eyes and saw the tears
flowing steadily down her lover's cheeks. "We have to go to Washington
tonight, my diary is the key." She pulled Savage to her feet and hugged
her tightly. "I'm home."
"Yes you are I would have waited another century for you."
Savage was going to change into real clothes when Dash laid a hand on
her arm. "This is what we are and if the rest of the world can't accept
it then the Hell with them." She took leather shirts from the trunk and
handed one to Savage. "But neither one of us is going to flash the city
of Washington; jail and a breechcloth don't mix to well."
On the ride up to Washington, Dash kept glancing over to her lover;
Savage was a little green around the gills and was sweating even though
the air vents were blowing on her. Dash ran her hand up and down her
forearm to try to get her to relax her grip on the seats edge. Usually
if a passenger acted that way it was because of her driving, not this
time, Savage was suffering from carsickness.
"We're almost there, another five minutes until we get to Johns."
Savage glanced sideways and swallowed deeply. "Good because my stomach
feels like it's going to jump out the window." Dash gave her a
reassuring smile and took her hand in hers.
"Hope not, I'm a sympathetic cookie tosser."
Hitting her turn signal to make a right turn, she pulled her truck up
into the underground parking lot of the high-rise apartment building.
Finding a spot close to where John's assigned spots were, she parked
and turned her truck off. Before she could pull the keys from the
ignition, Savage was out of the truck, leaning against the door and
shacking. "Maybe this wasn't a good idea?"
She said to herself as she made her way to her lover's side. Wrapping
her arms around Savage, she pulled her into a tight hug and pulled her
head down to her neck. "I'm sorry Baby, you should have told me."
"I thought it was something that I would have grown out of, who ever heard of a person thirty some years old getting car sick?"
"It's not as uncommon as you think and what do you mean thirty something?"
"Uuhhmm…I don't know how old I really am?" Her voice raised an octave
with the last word. "I'm not even sure what day of the week it is most
of the time." She raised her face and grinned. "Not really important
when you've been waiting centuries."
"Guess not, come on lets go get my stuff so we can lose track of time together."
They took the elevator to the penthouse floor, Dash should have known
what it would do to Savage, but it was fun to watch her eyes grow wide
when their stomachs dropped. When the doors opened, she took her
lover's hand and led her down to the end of the hallway to John's door.
"Come on caveman, time to scare the bastard." She hit the button for
the door chimes and groaned at the sound of tinkling music that played.
"Fucking Tinker Bell asshole." She chuckled when Savage nudged her
shoulder and pushed the button down continuously until they heard John
yell from the other side. He flung the door open to meet narrowed green
"Dash you came back!" He stepped forward and was about to give her a hug when she pointed a finger at him.
"Back off asshole, I came for my stuff not you." She gave him the once
over and busted out laughing. "Pretty pajamas!" He wore a pair of baby
blue silk pajamas with pink horizontal stripes running through them. To
make it worse, he had black satin eye blinds hanging down over his
"You should talk; you look like something from the Smithsonian history
department. What are you supposed to be little running dyke?"
Before he could say another word, Savage stepped around the door jam,
grabbed him by his throat, lifted him off the floor and pushed his
squirming body against the wall.
"Didn't your mother ever tell you that if you can't speak kindly to
others than keep your mouth shut?" He struggled for something to say.
"Baby put the asshole down; we don't want him pissing all over your
feet." She pointed to the huge wet spot at the front of his PJ's. "What
"Is he a bed wetter too?" Savage asked her after dropping John to the floor.
"Glad I never had the chance to find out." She kicked him in his foot
and waited for him to catch his breath. "Where's all my stuff at?"
"Spare room…boxes…bags…I threw out a lot of stuff." He jumped and
grabbed his groin when Savage bared her teeth and barked at him. He
looked down at the puddle forming around him. "Get you stuff and get
out!" He climbed to his feet and ran to his bathroom.
"What a loser." Savage shook her head then followed Dash.
Dash was ready to go and rip John into tiny little pieces; he had
thrown out most of her Levis, T-shirts, sweatshirts and anything that
didn't have a designer tag on it. Taking what she wanted of her clothes
and all her personal papers, books, photo albums and her winter coat,
she left the rest in a pile in the middle of the floor.
"Fucking asshole I hope he has a miserable life." She picked up a
garbage bag and slung it over her shoulder while Savage picked up two
boxes. "Let's go home, I hate being in the same state with that slug."
When they reached the front door, they turned to see John in the living
room. He shivered at the deep growl coming from Savage, ran into the
bathroom and locked the door.
"Should have brought some road kill to stuff under his bed." Dash saw
the raised eyebrow of her lover. "What? I think he deserves it and
worse. Serve him right for throwing out my Elmer Fud socks."
"You can have mine." She gently kissed her lover's lips and ran her
fingertips across her cheek. "I have Bugs Bunny slippers you can wear."
Dash was shocked, her Savage with novelty items amongst deer skin breechcloths.
"Those will look cute with what I'm going to be wearing for the rest of my life."
"Even better, Jed chasing you. He loves those slippers."
Their last stop was to turn in her resignation, collect her equipment
and personal items from her office. The looks they got when they walked
into the building were priceless. Dash didn't think that anyone would
be there that late at night but remembered that they were doing the
final proofs before printing. Taking Savage's hand, she led her down
the hall to her small office. Her stuff was still packed in the boxes
and in the corner.
"Some of this stuff I don't need so I'll just leave it here for
whoever." She opened a box and quickly looked through it and set it to
the side, the next one, she opened it and a light blush covered her
face. Savage raised an eyebrow and looked at her.
"I can't believe I left this in my office, worse yet, someone else
packed this stuff." She opened the box and tilted it towards her lover.
"One reason to quit my job." Savage looked into the box and started
laughing; wiping the tears from her eyes she sobered from the look Dash
"Uuhmm sorry, I never pictured you for the type to play with toys."
"I'm not…don't…I…it's new never been used." She rushed out.
Savage stepped up to her and kissed her lips. "Not for long it's not."
That made Dash's face turn a deeper red. "Any other little toys in
these boxes?" Savage wiggled her brows at her and grinned.
"Uuhhmm…well…I stayed at a hotel during a safe sex convention and I
sorta became friends with one of the sellers." She ran a hand down her
face and groaned. "Got a shovel so I can dig a bigger hole for myself?"
"Are you telling me that the seller left the Hotel the new employee of
the month in sales?" She laughed when Dash blushed and nodded her head.
She groaned when her boss stepped into her small office and gasped.
"Dash ohh my Gods!" He gave her the once over and grabbed at his chest.
"I never thought you were into leather." He then noticed Savage
standing to the side, his eyes widened, mouth dropped open and he waved
a hand at Dash.
"Get a hold of yourself old man." She rolled her eyes when he fell to
his knees in front of her lover. She stepped in front of him and tapped
him on his forehead. "Forget it she's unavailable."
"Damn! Just my luck." He got to his feet and held out his hand. "I'm
Bob, Dash's boss and you're the Goddess from her pictures." Dash swung
her head and gave him a narrowed look.
"Excuse me but what do you know about my pictures of Savage?"
His face paled and all words fell from his mouth in a garbled heap, all Dash understood was wallpaper.
"Wallpaper?" Her eyebrow rose and she looked to the computer on her
desk. Hitting the on switch, she waited for it to boot up. As she stood
there, she caught Bob ringing his hands nervously. "Ohh my Gods!" She
watched as the picture of Savage lying on the log came up on her
screen. "I will kill someone before I leave!" Savage stepped behind
her, placed her hands on her shoulders and massaged the tight muscles.
She leaned forward and whispered in her lover's ear.
"Let them have their little fantasies, you've got the real Savage."
"I know but all these morons will be drooling…" She moaned when Savage breathed into her ear when she spoke.
"You get to drool over me for the rest of our lives, just rub it in before we leave if you want."
"OK." She caressed the large hand on her shoulder and gave Bob an evil grin. "Bob I quit."
"What, but you said you weren't quitting that John was wrong."
"He was wrong; he had no business telling you anything. This is coming
from me, I quit, resign, retire, whatever. I'm running away with
He knew what she said was true by the possessive way they held onto
each other. Nodding his head, he smiled at her and held out his hand.
"Good luck Dash, live and enjoy. You deserve it." He waved to them as he left her office.
"Come on let's just take the rest of the boxes and I'll sort through
them later. I have plans and no one is going to screw them up." She got
a dolly from the supply room, they loaded all the boxes on it then went
to the elevator. As they waited for the doors to open, she saw the
other Journalist that had been in the darkroom when she was developing
her pictures. She watched his eyes pop wide when he saw Savage, before
he could approach them. She pulled Savage down for a hungry kiss and
didn't release her until she heard a loud thud. "Think I rubbed it in
enough?" Savage was trying to catch her breath and was lost as to what
Dash was saying.
Dash turned her head to show her the man lying sprawled out in the hallway. "Did I rub it in enough?"
"I'd say so." She gave her a quick kiss and pushed the dolly into the
elevator. "Come on little Savage, we have something to finish."
The noise that came from their motel room drove out the residents on
either side from their rooms. The room was a disaster area, boxes lay
on their sides spewing their contents, leather garments lay around the
room and two bodies tangled together with the sheets lay on the floor
next to the bed. Exhausted and sated, Savage lay on her back with Dash
draped across her, their loud snores kept the hum of the vibrator that
was still in Dash's hand company.
The ringing of the telephone went un-noticed by the pounding on the
door didn't. Savage eased out from under her lover and yanked the door
open with a deep growl of
"WHAT?" She snarled at the motel manager who was standing with his hand raised to pound on the door.
"I've had complaints from other rooms that you have an animal in your
room, pets are not allowed." His eyes widened and he took a step back
when she bared her teeth and barked at him.
"Solve your animal problem?" She asked with a deep growling voice.
"Uhhmm yeah it does." He stood there in shock after the door was
slammed in his face. "Werewolves in my motel, what's next?" He slowly
made his way back to the office.
Savage picked Dash up and placed her in the bed then crawled in next to
her, she spooned against her back and fell asleep with her face buried
against the back of her neck.
The ride back to Hampshire County was different than the trip to
Washington, Savage played major channel surfer with the radio. After
having her hand slapped a few times, she settled on a country station
and annoyed the Hell out of Dash by singing along with an exaggerated
Dash glanced sideways at her bouncing lover. "Can I ask you a question?"
"Depends on what you're asking if I answer."
"OK, is the reason you don't ride in cars because you keep getting thrown out at a high rate of speed?"
Her eyes grew huge and her mouth dropped open. "Did grandma tell you
that? I can't believe she told you. My ass was sore for a week after
rolling into that ditch."
"She threw you out of the car?"
"Yep, she didn't like me making fun of that guy from CCR. He says
burning funny." She shrugged her shoulders and mimicked her most hated
word repeatedly. That was until she noticed that Dash had took their
speed up to 80mph and started to laugh like a lunatic.
Dash pulled into a spot in front of grandma's and looked over at
Savage. "It's time to break the news to grandma." She got out of her
truck and waited for her lover. They looked towards the front door when
grandma stepped out and grabbed her chest.
"Ohh Gods my little baby was in a moving vehicle!" She came towards
them and looked Savage over. "No bruises so that means Dash didn't
throw you out."
She made Savage jump by grabbing her ass. "I was close that's for sure, damn word is stuck in my head now."
"So where did you guys go, do anything naughty?" Grandma wiggled her gray brows.
Savage grinned like a little kid. "We went to Washington, made John
piss himself, Bob worshipped me by dropping to his knees, cleared the
motel out, scared the manager and almost got thrown out of the truck."
She turned to Dash and winked. "Did I miss anything?"
"Nope that just about covers it." She shook her head and took Savage by
her hand. "Won't ever be able to go back to that motel." She mumbled
under her breath.
"And what went on in the motel?" Grandma asked as she went back to the house.
"Place was attacked by werewolves." Savage mumbled.
Grandma stopped turned and raised a finger at her granddaughter. "You
and your howling, I knew you it would get in trouble one day. Now come
on you two I made double chocolate fudge cake."
Savage was licking her plate and getting stares from Dash. " Grandma do
you believe in Alien abductions?" Dash pointed to Savage. "If not,
there's your proof."
"I've noticed something different about her, especially her being
somewhat clothed except that it doesn't cover the bite marks on her
back. Would there have been an animal attack in that motel room?" Dash
blushed and hid her face behind her coffee cup. "Uhh huh, just what I
thought." She bent over and kissed the top of Savage's head. "About
damn time, but then I know all about you two from Tommie the village
"That blabber mouth!" Savage pulled the cake pan over to her and took
another piece. "He's a pervert, stood there and watched."
"And I thought it was bad when he lost his virginity at fifteen, those
were details I didn't want to hear." She shivered and rubbed her arms.
"It's worse when his sisters a 35 year-old virgin."
Dash snickered and yelped when Savage kicked her under the table. "Well
it solves one problem, now we know how really old you are."
Grandma ignored the heated look her granddaughter gave her. "So Dash are you here to stay?"
"Most defiantly, think this area can handle two Capon Savages?"
"Just keep on howling and you won't ever have to worry about anyone ending up in the haven."
The sound of tapping brought Dash from a deep sleep, she searched the
bed but found only a cold spot next to her where Savage had been.
Opening one eye, she searched the room until she saw the glow of an oil
lamp coming from the kitchen along with the tapping noise. Crawling
from bed, she stumbled towards the kitchen and saw her lover typing
away on an old Selectric typewriter. Resting her chin on a broad
shoulder, she watched long fingers type at a hundred miles an hour.
"What are you writing baby?" She grumbled close to Savage's ear.
"My muse is back." She turned her head and kissed Dash's cheek. "I had to get this written before I lost the details."
"Is it the continuation of the eternal love affair my little Warrior Bard?"
"Yep and hopefully my re-entry into the literary world." She stopped
typing and pulled Dash onto her lap. "You've always been my muse."
"Do we get to be on the covers?"
"Maybe under the covers." She brought their lips together in a soft kiss.
"I like that idea better." She wrapped her arms around her lover's neck
and was carried back to their bed. While they lay snuggled against each
other, Dash ran her fingers across the warm skin of her lover's stomach
and sighed. "Savage, tomorrow can you help me with something that's
been terrorizing me for years?"
"Anything you want it's yours."
They stood upon the Capon Bridge, Savage was leaning on the railing
looking down to the water while Dash stood in the center of the bridge
and tried to peer over the railing.
"How far down is it to the water?"
"Don't really know, I guess around a hundred feet or so." She turned
and motioned for Dash to come closer. "Come here baby I won't let you
fall, I promise." With hesitant steps, Dash walked into her lover's
open arms. "Are you sure about this?"
"Not really but I have to get over it, if I do then maybe that dream will go away."
"The one with the big hole of fire?"
"Yep, takes years of my life span every time I go through it. Not to mention I can't handle standing on a footstool."
Savage released Dash from her hold, stepped over the railing and stood
on the other side. Taking Dash's hand, she pulled her closer and kissed
her tenderly. "Close your eyes and I'll help you over."
"Savage what happens if…" She was silenced with a finger.
"Nothing will happen, do you trust me?"
"With my life." Dash closed her eyes and felt herself lifted over the
railing, then strong arms wrapping her in a tight hug. "Kiss me Dash."
When their lips came together in a deep kiss, Savage stepped backwards
off the bridge and they plunged downward until they hit the water
below. Still kissing, she kicked them to the surface. When they came
apart, Dash looked around them and saw nothing but water.
"Uuhhmm…something just swam up under my breechcloth."
Savage gave her an evil grin. "Don't worry, it's just the little fishes."
"Another Savage mystery solved."
The new novel that Savage wrote in record time shot to the number one
spot on the best sellers list. She swore it was the picture that Dash
had taken of the Capon Savage standing in the shadow of the trees at
the river's edge that caught a reader's attention and imagination. Dash
knew better than that, it was the way her lover could weave a tale of
the heart and make you feel it deep in your soul that sold her books.
Dash made more progress with herself by delving deeper into her lover's
dreams of the past, in return, she pulled a kicking and screaming
Savage into the future. That was until she discovered the games on the
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