CrystalPorsche
Moon
- Joined
- Sep 4, 2009
The late evening had been filled with dark clouds for several hours before they had released their rain onto the nearly empty streets of a small town somewhere in the English countryside. The Wind had stopped only minutes before the downpour had begun to rush those still living the streets back into the warmth of their houses. Unfortunately, not everyone had a home to run to, not everyone could simply open a door into a room filled with loving family.
Mia McClair was one of the few people who continued to wander the streets. A friend had mentioned there was a home no one was staying at for the moment. The owner had not been seen in three or four days, and was assumed to be on vacation. At least that was what her source had told her. Shivering, the red head dashed towards the street sign and down the road.
Number 73 she mouthed as she moved towards the door, her blue jeans and black tank top hugging every inch of her slim figure. Another shiver ran down her body as she walked around the house looking for a sign of life. Not a single light was on, everything seemed deserted enough that she would trust her source.
Her green eyes turned back to the lock on the front door, while her ears tried to listen for anything that would catch her braking and entering. Breathing steadily, her fingers slipped into the black messenger bag on her side and pulled out some tools. She unlocked the door in a matter of tries still being new to the run-away scene.
Once she was able to enter the home, there was only one place she wanted to go; bed. Leaving her drenched tennis shoes at the door, she snuck up the stairs her socks leaving a trail of wet foot prints. The first place she wanted to go into. Thank god! She thought to herself as the slender figures pulled off the wet clothing one by one. The black tank top was hung over a chair she found, the jeans followed, the socks were next. Her black bar was tossed over the top of the clothing pile and was followed by a matching pair of panties.
The warmth of the room felt good against her icy skin. The green orbs now focusing on the bed while her feet were quick in guiding her over to it. With out a second thought she pulled the covers up just enough to slip under them. The female figure turned to her side trying to get comfortable when her fingers traced over something soft. Some type of warm fur. She gasp a little, had she been mistaken after all?