strung out and strung along

Sitting in my new office chair, a slightly content smile playing at the corners of my lips, a thought occurs to me, as thoughts often do:  I need to write, Not just blog.  I’ve been up for several hours. Honestly, the excuse I gave of my natural sleep habits and my illness weren’t what really drove me from my bed.

They did * eyes wander to the two leather club chairs in front of my desk, currently occupied by the spector of Alpha Muse and His Beta*

Two very prime examples of all that is the male embodment of power.  Both slightly over six feet tall they are very similar yet vastly different. Though they both claim to be six foot one inch…one of them is taller than the other, but I never can tell which. Might be the shoes or the hair cuts.  Alpha lounges leaning slightly to the left, a frosty beer dangles by its neck from his meaty fingers on beefy hands, dripping condensation  causing the lable to wrinkle.  He is exactly what big and burly looks like in anyone’s mind. Relaxed as he is, in bare feet and baggy work out shorts and a t-shirt,  I wonder exactly what the weight capcity for those club chairs is. Every muscle is shredded and honed from labor and genetics. His posture may give of relaxed teddy bear but I know that a killer lurks there just under the skin. I’m sure he knows I’m not working the way I’m supposed to be because he pulls his color shifting eyes away from the movie playing above and behind my head. His full rounded face that gives him a dangerous child like façade shift and a flash of gold streaks through those blue green eyes. He smirks a bit, shifting his shoulders and drawing my eyes to the corded muscles in his neck.  The low growl rumbling from deep in him causes Muse to stir from his feigned nap and blink open one whiskey brown eye.

A shock of dark hair trails of Muse’s forehead…tangling slightly in the virtual forest of his lashes.  Thinner than Alpha is jaw is on a bit more angular and equally stubbled with dark growth, a testament to the fact that today is indeed a lazy day and slightly hiding his dimples from me.

His broad shoulders  shift has he slouches his big frame down another inch and adjust the cute lil bolster pillow behind his neck.

“ You really need to get some different chairs in here.” He riches for the whiskey that rests thankfully on a coaster on the table between them.

Alpha grunts his agreement but continues to focus on the movie.

“ the two of you COULD watch television or nap in the living room instead of abusing those club chairs.”

“Mini fridge and snacks are in here” Alpha’s voice is octives deeper than his normal conversational bass, giving away that he hasn’t so much as spoken in several days.

Muse lifts his whiskey in salute.

I roll my eyes and pretend that I’m not tickled and content with their company. The house is oddly quiet and I can here the other muses shifting around.  I am never so happy as when they are all home. Some of them have companions now, but I don’t care. This is our pack and though some have come and gone the core is still strong. I am secure in my role as mother/sister/lover/friend.

But I am weary.

“did you really drive me from my sleep so that you could watch t.v.?”

“Yup,” Muse replies, those dangerous dimples flashing briefly

“ Wanted to see how you look in that chair.” Alpha mumbles. I take a glance down at myself . One leg is folded under me loosing circulation and my feet are clad in the fluffy house shoes that I was forced to put on before leaving the bedroom. I sway a bit in my new chair.

“took you long enough”. I pretend to be ungrateful, but I’m actually over the moon with its cushy comfy firmness.

The dogs run in the room and I am thankful for the distraction. I know I was ment to write this morning. The images are there just at the edge of my mind. I’m frustrated. I saw so clearly what was meant to go on the page but the moment I sat in my new chair, the words floated away from me.

 Tears of frustration gather in my eyes and both men stiffen, like true alphas neither of them handles water works well.

“shit, would you look at that , its skin fifty and I think I smell bacon.” Muse jokes, though he makes no move to leave vacate the chair he is occupying.  It dawns on me that its early for them to be drinking.

“no its late and we haven’t stopped”

Alpha states, those knowing eyes have decided to be grey for a moment and pierce me with a look that says “ I’ll always know what you’re thinking”.

Rising from the chair he tosses the remote and Muse and says “ tell them to keep it down”  before he abandons his beer and rises from his chair. “Make sure everyone gets fed and put might max on ground patrol.”

Mini Muse is going to be so pissed. I smirk.

Muse sighs deeply and says “ get some sleep Riley,It will come to you soon.”  He stands and stretches and my eyes catch on the flash of pale skin between his low riding pajamas and the baggy t-shirt he has been lounging in.

Wrapped in Alpha’s arms I sigh.  A nap will do me well. I close my eyes and listen as the wind blows throw the trees surrounding my home.

I’ll be back with something sexy for this Green weekend after I wake up again. Maybe the specters will speak a little louder then.