Molly stepped quietly into the bedroom, shutting the door softly behind her. Levi lay in bed despite the late hour. The sheets had been thrown off the bed and he lay there naked. Molly sighed, he must have been having a nightmare about the war again.

He had been too far away during those years that she couldn't feel him through their mate bond other than being able to point in a general direction he was in. Sometimes though, even with the distance she would get a shot of raw emotion from him, rage, dread. She looked over the sculpted abdomen as his breath made his chest rise and fall slowly. Her eyes lingered on a terrible triangular scar on the left side, marring that particular muscle. A bayonet had stabbed him there on the third day of Gettysburg when the 1st Minnesota had been in a terrible melee around their flag when General Picket ordered his men in a desperate suicidal charge in an attempt to break the union lines. The Minnesotans had captured a Virginian regimental flag that was displayed proudly in the capital building in St. Paul. His werewolf anatomy had been able to heal the wound that would have killed a normal man, but the scar remained.

Molly traced her fingers down her husbands chest, lingering at the scar, Levi's sleeping body shivered involuntarily at the touch. Her hands continued down, stopping just below his navel. She watched as, even though he was sleeping, Levi's member slowly rose and stood to attention.

Men Molly thought to herself, some things stay the same regardless of the wounds the mind takes from the horrors of war. Well, Molly Gunther, if he can rise to the occasion, so can you. Molly smiled to herself mischievously, after so much time away from each other the two mates had been making up for it.

She tied her hair back, grabbed the hard shaft and began to work the tip with her tongue.

Levi had finally managed to escape the piercing squeal of the rebel yell that had been chasing him. The woods were filled with acrid smoke stuffing his nostrils with the overpowering stench. It wasn't enough to drown out the smell of rot, death and decay the corpses all around him gave off. He whimpered like a young pup who had been disciplined from an elder as he hid in the small hollow in the ground where he took shelter.

The sun finally pierced through the darkness, cutting through the smoke in spear shafts of light. Someone was coming for him, a figure was walking through the carnage, however peace seemed to follow them. The smoke cleared as the figure passed by, the light bright coming from behind them. Levi tried to shield his eyes from the light that seemed to come with the figure. He thought he should be terrified, but the figure radiated peace and security. It was a woman he realized as she stopped before him and bent down, hand outstretched to him.

It was Molly, her jet-black hair framed her pale face making a stark contrast. Her golden eyes looked out at him with love and concern. Her small nose sat centered about her large yet delicate lips. She smiled showing white teeth as he reached up and took her hand, "You're safe now, my wolf, my mate. You're safe with me, come." She helped pull him up out of the hollow.

Levi's eyes shot open; he stared up at the wood ceiling of his bedroom. There was a weight on his legs, and a warmth wrapped around his member. He looked down and saw the black hair of Molly, bobbing up and down over his waist, he let out a moan of pleasure as he realized what was happening and let himself relax.

"Such a good girl you are," He said softly, reaching down a hand to stroke her hair. "Letting your husband sleep in and then waking him with your mouth."

He heard a slurp as Molly lifter her face to look at him, spit dripping down her chin. She still stroked him with her hand as she smiled at him. "And what does my mate wish to do now that he is awake?" She maintained eye contact as she ran her tongue along his length.

A long growl emitted from Levi's throat as he watched her. "Now I think I will take you from behind and remind myself why I should never leave for war again." He grabbed the back of her head and forced himself deep into her mouth, then pulled out and rolled her over so he sat atop her shoulders. His member now out of reach, Molly nipped the skin protecting of his scrotum playfully. Levi gave a surprised yelp, and quickly got off and stood in front of her.

Molly sat up and looked at him raising an eyebrow, "That's in front of me not behind, and you had better hurry, your wanted in town."

Levi gave another soft growl and stepped forward, he rolled her onto her belly bent over the bed. Molly was dressed, but Levi lifted her skirts up onto her back, and found she wasn't wearing any underclothes.

He chuckled, "Someone was thinking ahead." He ran a finger down her exposed rump and found her entrance was wet and ready for him, she gasped as his fingers traced her. "Well then if I am needed in town, I had better be quick." Molly felt him press into her, then slide in and fill her, she moaned as Levi went from a slow in and out to a faster and faster pace. She closed her eyes and let herself enjoy the feeling of her mate filling her. She had missed this the four years he had been to war.

Likewise, Levi let the wolf take control of this carnal pleasure. The warm tight suction around his hard shaft making him lose control. They finished together quickly, Levi collapsed atop Molly leaving himself inside her as he nibbled her ear. She turned her head and kissed him, feeling his member slowly go limp and slip out of her.

After a few moments Levi stood and poured out some water from the pitcher standing next to a bowl and towel to clean up and get dressed.

"And so, begins the day." Molly joked to him as she cleaned herself and rearranged her skirts and hair to look presentable.

"Yes" Levi sighed heavily. He had been able to forget for a few precious moments the business that awaited him at the butcher shop his family operated out of the town. "Let's hope the day maintains the same energy the morning has presented."