Homeward Bound [Rockpaw]

[Rockpaw Steeleye]

Rockpaw looked down at the cubs as Brooke lectured them something awful, in that commanding, imperious tone that only an upset mother could use. Much as he liked to show himself as some kind of stringent, authoritarian figure in order to maintain order, he couldn't help but feel sorry for his cubs when they got like this, all cute with the big eyes and the arms behind their backs. He cuoldn't help but smile at them; for any trouble they caused, he knew they were good cubs. They weren't being malicious, nor did they try to get into more trouble than they should have. They were good at heart. "A meal in the bungalow sounds perfect, dearest," he whispered to Brooke, watching as she went to lie down in the sun. He sat down comfortably next to her, watching her and his son both. How he longed to simply curl up next to them and gather them into his arms, along with his daughters. To sit there in eternal repose with his family safe and sound.

Or better yet, to be alone with Brooke on the ship, where nobeast could find them, nobeast could bother them... where he could watch as she dried in the sun, letting his eye fall on her quite desirable body, letting his paws glide over her soft stomach, her lithe arms, run through the fur along her neck, to caress those well toned calves and thighs of hers. To To ever so gently massage and squeeze her-...

Well. That was a conversation for when they were ashore, was it not? Rockpaw reached out and ruffled the fur on his son's head.

"Don't worry, Logan. You will get the chance to swim later, under... more desirable circumstances."

It wasn't much longer until they were ashore.

[Brooke Briar Steeleye]

When Brooke was finished lecturing her children she shot Rockpaw a warning glance. She knew what he was thinking. He felt sorry for them. He felt pity for them because she was scolding them. Well he wasn't around them all of the time. Rockpaw got breaks from his kits and so he 'could' adopt more of a tender heart for them. Perhaps this would be one thing that they would speak about later, after other things took place.

When she was sun bathing on the deck she could feel him looking at her. No matter how angry they both got with each other, no matter their character flaws or what irritated the other they both still loved each other deeply. Brooke chuckled when she thought of it. Her face softened as she looked up at Rockpaw. "I know what you're thinking Rockpaw." Oh yes she knew. Brooke knew everything that he was thinking, especially given the fact of what just happened with Logan and now that he's allowing his gaze to roll over her body. They've been apart for a long time.

The shore was coming upon them rather quickly. The crew beasts began to shout to their Captain, informing them that land was only minutes away. Brooke sat up and the children ran for the helm. Obviously they knew what they were doing, what their father needed to do next and they wanted to be right next to him when he proudly did his job. Brooke on the other paw took a little time getting up, still feeling sick from her small ordeal.

[Rockpaw Steeleye]

Knew what he was thinking? Oh, he didn't doubt that, and he didn't feel any shame for it, bending down till he was leaning over his mate, staring her in the eye as more toughts poured from his single window into the soul, desires for his mate beyond imagining. In his single stormy blue eye, Brooke could see the depths of his love and devotion... as deep as the sea they were sailing. Truly, Rockpaw would never find an otter half so beautiful, half so soft and caring. No other creature could have the simply loveable qualities that Brooke had. The smile that seemed so small and yet said so many things, the interminably cute little movements she made when she was shifting her weight, the way she never seemed to lose her lithe, curving body befitting any adult otter.

"I think you like knowing what I'm thinking." He smiled calmly as he remained next to her, placing a paw on hers and gently caressing her forearm as the ship came into port, watching as the children recovered from the shock of their ordeal. He loved them with all his hear that was left from loving Brooke so much. The mere thought of losing a single one of them was too much to even consider.

At last they were nearing the shoreline, and Rockpaw stood up to man the helm. He watched his children crowd around him and smiled.

"This, children, is how you steer a ship... never forget that very small actions can have very big consequences. Like our small rudder turning the ship, just so..."

He spun the wheel hard to the left, sending the ship swinging to port, towards the bay. The crowd chuckled as they saw the captain putting the Stalker through her paces. The giant ship was smooth and quick under Rockpaw's firm, guiding paw. The feel of the wood, the sway of the ship as it powered over the waves. He was totally in control, heaving the ship in and belting out orders. "Close sail! Make fast the rigging!" and all other panoply of assorted nautical nonsense, which nonetheless makes the sailors scramble for their lives, as though a storm were bearing down on them. Rockpaw's voice could do that to a beast.

The Wave Stalker soon glided into port, and the family was free from the sea. Now they were ashore, on dry land, where they could enjoy each others' presence to the fullest.

[Brooke Briar Steeleye]

Rockpaw was so wonderful with their children. It made Brooke smile from ear to ear each time she could see them together and each time she could observe him teaching them. He was so patient and kind.

Thank God they were finally home! They could take advantage of the finer things in life. The children would be running about the Fort trying to find each of their friends and trying to catch up with the older ones to drag some stories out of them. Rock and Brooke on the other paw had other things on their mind.

It was good to be off the ship, not that Brooke didn't enjoy it but she missed home. She'd been away for far to long. There would be many things to do and the femme otter just couldn't wait. She loved running the Fort and working under the delightful pressure.

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