“Three” you whispered, making the man beside you laugh.
You met Ian in college. You had been trying to be a mathematician for a couple of semesters until you discovered your true calling as an environmentalist and changed careers.
Still, you kept your friendship with the man and it was always a constant competition between you, from who could exempt the most subjects to who could get a doctorate first. It was fun and in the long run, it helped you keep to your goals.
Over time, people learned to think of the two of you as a kind of package deal: you asked for one, you got the other, and even your mutual friends stopped inviting you both, assuming one would invite the other anyway (which was true, but that was another story).
That was the reason you were here: in Jurassic Park. From the moment you’d picked up the phone and heard Ian’s voice, you knew there was a promise of adventure, and by the time he finished explaining his purpose on the island, you’d already started packing.
It was a pleasant trip, despite Dr. Grant’s obvious dislike for Ian and his sense of humor (although you suspected it was more about his blonde companion than your brunette one).
Ellie was adorable and you quickly struck up a conversation with her, discussing plants and endangered species, you felt like she was someone you could go for a cup of coffee with after a day at the office.
“Four” he said, taking you out of your thoughts
You rolled your eyes in loving exasperation and subtly looked around. Ever since Hammond had started his tour, you started making a mental list of all the things you didn’t agree with that could have a negative impact on the planet.
So far, you had counted three, and you had barely been walking for five minutes. You looked some more but didn’t find anything that could merit another mark, so you frowned at your friend. He just smiled at you.
“You’re just messing with me” you accused
“Isn’t that my job?” he said
You playfully slapped his arm and the two of you chuckled softly before walking off with the rest of the group. If anyone noticed the way you clung to his arm, they had the decency not to meddle in other people’s business.
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“I hate this island, I hate those overgrown lizards, I hate Hammond and I hate you!” you yelled as you frantically searched for a bottle of alcohol or gauzes.
“I understand the other three, but why me?”
“You brought me here!”
“No, I invited you and you accepted, you could have said no!”
“And then what would you have done? You would be food in the stomach of a T-rex” you said
“No, I’d have both my legs working, because I wouldn’t have had to save you” Ian growled “or did you already forget how you ran to that car?”
“I HAD TO HELP THE CHILDREN!” you shouted
“ALAN SAID TO STAY STILL AND NOTHING WOULD HAPPEN!”
“Oh, now we’re listening to Alan?!” you said sarcastically “You don’t even like him”
“I’ll listen to whoever helps me get you out of here alive!”
You stopped dead in your tracks and froze in place at that. You heard Ian sigh behind you and from the way the metal clanged, you knew he had lain back fully before you even turned to him.
For a moment, you didn’t say anything, you just watched him. His features were the same ones you knew by heart, the ones you sometimes dreamed of in the middle of the night and that would make you wake up flushed and unable to even call him. But there was something about him that was different.
Maybe it was the obvious tiredness on his face, the defeat in his posture, the fear in his voice…or maybe it was the way the sparkle in his eyes had changed, the way he saw you now as if you were the only thing that mattered.
“I’m really sorry I brought you” he said after a while “I’m so sorry”
“No, I…I’m sorry” you said, sitting carefully on the edge of the table, taking care not to hurt him more “I shouldn’t have yelled at you, I shouldn’t have taken out my frustration on you, I’m sorry”
“You’re scared” Ian said as if that explained and redeemed everything.
“Of course I am” you said “we all are. There are damn dinosaurs out there”
“Yeah, I know that” he rolled his eyes “…but it’s not the lizards that scare me” he whispered, more to himself than to you
“Excuse me?” you frowned “Are you worried about being allergic to the flowers on the island?” you said sarcastically
“Well, one of your marks was that there were invasive species here, wasn’t it?” he raised his eyebrow, smiling a little when you snorted and rolled your eyes.
However, he turned serious again when he carefully took your hand. You tried not to flinch too much at the warmth of his palm against yours, but from his slight smile, you knew he had felt it anyway.
“I’m afraid I won’t be able to get you out of here” he admitted quietly “that the helicopter won’t arrive on time”
“It will arrive” you interrupted “soon you will be on a stretcher and we will get you out of here. We will both leave”
“I don’t care if I leave or not” Ian admitted.
“what are you talking about?”
“If something happens to me, at least I’ll go knowing that you lived”
“Don’t get cheesy now Malcolm” you said, trying to lighten the mood and swallow the lump in your throat “it doesn’t fit you”
“Liar, you know everything fits me” he smiled “…but I’m serious. The most important thing for me is knowing that you got out of here safe and sound”
“Why?” you whispered “are you afraid of losing the only person who can kick your ass?”
“I am afraid of losing the only one who makes my life worth living”
You gasped a little and looked into his eyes, searching for any trace of mockery or lies, but found none. Human is like that, sometimes it is necessary that the risk of losing everything is present so that the heart can be heard. And yours was definitely listening to his.
“You’re just messing with me” you whispered
“Isn’t that my job?” he said
You smiled and rested your forehead on his. You weren’t good with words, but they weren’t necessary at the time. There were two hearts talking while you and Ian were just witnesses.
A dog. He actually tried to give you a wolf, but you were firm and managed to convince him that its domesticated cousin would be just as wonderful. Ares didn’t like it at first, because the puppy wasn’t as impressive nor big as a wolf, and he didn’t like that the cute animal wouldn’t listen to him when he tried to teach it to hunt.
That being said, it only took a week for the god of war to see how happy the puppy made you and another week for him to fall in love with it too. Now, you can’t see the puppy without Ares being a few meters behind, which is kind of cute for you to be honest. You know that when the dog grows, Ares will try to use it as a dog of war, but eh, you had some more years before.
Arce:
A bird. It was actually your doing. Arce is a little hesitant about having a pet because she couldn’t even take care of herself, let alone another being. It took her by surprise when you arrived home with a cockatiel. At first, she felt like you were mocking her and it made her want to cry.
Bur you were quick to assure her you didn’t do it with bad intentions, the poor baby was just injured and you couldn’t leave it alone. After a few days of watching you take care of it, Arce felt a connection with the bird. Just like herself, the animal had “lost” its wings, but now it was recovering because of you. You were teaching it how to fly again, and it gave Arce hope to do so herself one day too.
Deméter:
“…Please tell me you didn’t get me a horse as a birthday gift”
Spoiler: she did. The horse is her sacred animal, of course she was going to give you one at some point! It was just a matter of time and you knew it, so don’t complain now. The good news was that he was actually such a sweet boy and loved you as much as Demeter did, so don’t worry, he’ll behave.
Hestia:
Iguana. It was completely your fault. You didn’t let her bring any dragons into your house and you insisted on working (even if she was a goddess and could easily, you know, maintain you!), leaving her all alone in the house while you were out and since she didn’t like to go out, she just bored herself to death until you came back.
So she got herself a companion! A small one! (well, small for her standards), she even named it after your father and she will clean after it! Pinky promise! You know you can’t say no to Hestia when she makes her puppy face, and the Iguana is actually cute.
Hades:
You have Cerberus, what else do you want?! He’s a giant, dangerous, murderous, and cute as hell puppy who loves you as much as his owner! He has it all! Go pet your big baby and don’t think about having other fur babies, little miss!
Despena:
While she was out helping her mother, she found a small, cute little bunny that had fallen into a trap. She didn’t have the heart to leave it there! And after fighting with Hades and Hela for its soul, she took it home to you. Let’s be honest, you would never say not to a baby bunny, let alone one that was fighting for its life and needed you.
You and Despena took care of it for weeks and by the time it fully recovered, you were already proud mothers to it and were already choosing names and birthday parties dates.
Hermes:
“Hermes, we are NOT keeping the goat”
You did keep the goat. You just couldn’t say no to Hermes’ pouting face and the little shit knew it! He kept begging you for days until you gave up and agreed to let the animal into your house (you made him promise he’d clean after it, tho). The first days were hard because it chewed on everything and almost destroyed your furniture, but Hermes paid for it all and at the end of the day, it was fun, so you couldn’t complain.
Hécate:
A fox. She herself was more of a dog person, and you two had been talking about pets months after she started living with you, but apparently, it took you too long to decide which pet you wanted and the universe chose for you, and one day, Hecate found a baby fox in on of her cauldrons.
There was no mother nor siblings, she made sure of that by looking around for hours. She didn’t know how the small thing ended up there, but by the way it hide in her dress pocket, it had no intentions of leaving. So, Hecate did what everyone else would have done: accept it and present to you your new child.
Freyja:
Bygul and Trjegul came as a package with Freyja when you first started dating her, so of course, you knew them from the beginning and loved them just as they loved you. Freyja was happy to see how quickly you all accepted each other because you were her family and she wouldn’t have known what to do if you didn’t like her babies.
Loki:
A snake. He scared the shit out of you when he first came back home with it. It was not that you were scared of snakes and you knew your boyfriend loved them, so it was just a matter of time before he’d bring one as a pet and you knew it. It was just that you didn’t expect Loki to put it on your shoulder while you were fucking bathing!
It was funny for him to hear your screams and curses, but he knew you’d get revenge and, if he was honest, you scared him sometimes, so he flew away before you could get out of the shower.
Hela:
Technically speaking, you had all kinds of pets. Hela had given you permission to play with all the animal souls in her realm and it was not strange for you to have one or two following you around Helheim.
It kind of became a game between you two after a while. You’d come to Hela with a huge smile on your face and something behind you (or in the shadows if it was a big animal) and she’d try to guess what was it. You’d give her a kiss each time she’d get it right, so she was always bribing the animals before you went to visit her.
How they comfort you when you’re sad (DLH characters)
Ares:
“Who the fuck hurt you?!”
His first instinct is to protect you and if someone dared to make you feel bad or touched a single hair in your head, they’re dead. He’s a god that can and will start a war for you, especially if what happened is really serious. Ares is not a god you should mess up with. But he’s a little lost if it is personal or emotional. He’s the god of war, he’s used to taking arms and action, he doesn’t know how to act when you need a softer approach, but he’ll try anyway.
What he ends up doing (and works every time) is giving you the strength and bravery you need to stand up and keep going. He’ll encourage you to kick life’s ass, give it the middle finger, battle like a Spartan, and prove to the world that you’re strong and nothing can take you down.
Arce:
She gets anxious when this happens because she doesn’t know what to do or how to act. Her time in Tartarus made her fearful, distrustful and skittish. She knows that she’s too broken herself and is afraid of making things worse for you. However, the light of her rainbow, the one that refuses to go out, is what keeps her calm enough to at least think straight.
Arce really can’t do much, whether it’s something someone else did to you or something personal or emotional that’s got you crying, she knows she’s not strong enough to stand up for you (and she hates it), but what she can do is snuggle with you, hug you tightly and accompany you until the sadness goes away.
Deméter:
She goes full protective mode on. She hates that the world and life manage to find new ways of hurting you and your tears always feel like a thorn in her heart. But she remains calm on the outside, to avoid making it worse for you.
The moment she’d seen the tears in your eyes, she’d be quick to leave whatever she was doing to take your hand and pull you for a hug. She’ll keep you company, whispering sweet things in your ear while rubbing your back and trying to distract you by growing your favorite flowers. She gives you time to process it all before she asks you if there’s something she can do to help, but if not, she’ll just be by your side until the sadness goes away.
Hestia:
You don’t even need to tell her anything, she knows, she always does. Being the goddess that spies on watches over you the most, she’s always aware of what’s happening in your life, so she knows the exact reason why you’re sad.
If it was someone else’s fault, you can be sure they’ll be burning alive not long after they hurt you. If it was something else, then Hestia will kick down your door, enter with her arms full of things you love, and drag you to your room to cuddle with you until you feel better. Either way, she wants you to know that there’s someone in Olympus that has your back no matter what.
Hades:
Being the god of death, he’s used to the feelings closer to the negative side of the spectrum. Every day, he hears the laments and crying of the souls he guards, it’s just something so common there in the underworld, something he learned to ignore. So don’t expect him to act right away when you’re sad.
His first instinct is to wait until you get over it, but as time goes by and you’re not feeling any better, that’s when he starts to get worried. Much like Ares and Hestia, if he finds out it was someone’s fault, he’ll make sure to punish them when their time is up, sending them to Tartarus. He’s a god that doesn’t forget nor forgive.
Despena:
If there’s someone who understands sadness, it is Despena. She knows how hard it can be and how it sinks into your bones, even when you’re having good days. Sadness breaks through when you least expect it. But don’t worry, she is always there for you when that happens.
Despena is quick to take you to her own room, where she’d take off her veil and cover you with it, letting you use it as a blanket. If you want to talk about it, she’s more than happy to listen to you, no matter for how long, and after you let it all out, she’s quick to think about a possible solution. She just doesn’t want you to feel bad, never, you only deserve happiness and she’d do anything on her hands to make sure you get it.
Hermes:
He’ll be mad as hell that someone or something harmed you, but quickly pushed it to the back of his mind. The important thing was to get you to smile again. He’d try to make you like with his silly self, making jokes and pranks that would usually make you smile. If that didn’t work, he’d try plan B.
Hermes would take you into his arms and travel to your favorite place in the world in a matter of seconds. Wherever you wanted to be, he’ll take you. After he manages to make you crack a small smile, he’d get more serious, and, being the god of heralds, he’d know what to say to make you feel better.
Hécate:
There’s a reason she’s often called the “one with a gentle heart”. She’d hate to see you crying and would come to you immediately with sweet and reassuring words to make you feel better.
Being the goddess of magic and sorcery, she’d do all kinds of tricks to distract you while keeping you close to her, maybe even pulling you into her lap. She’ll play with your hair and whisper into your ear. Once she makes sure you’re fine, she’d ask you what happened. If there’s someone to blame, you can be sure they’d be cursed for the rest of their lives.
Freyja:
She’d be frozen the moment she sees you crying. She’s used to some of the souls in her palace weeping, but she was never too close to them as she is with you, so this scares her a little. Of course, she’d never let you notice it.
Freyja wants to ask you if it was someone’s doing, but she knows it’s not the moment as you won’t be able to answer her, so she just sits next to you and pulls you for a hug. She lets you hide your face in her neck and stays like that for as long as you need.
Loki:
First things first, did someone hurt you? No, no, don’t change the topic, he needs names and addresses. He just wants to talk.
Against popular belief, Loki is not an evil god, he just has a rather ambiguous morality, but he loves you above all things, and seeing you sad breaks his soul. He’ll do anything in his power to see you smile again, whether it’s distracting you with his magic or wreaking havoc, he just wants you to be better. If you want to just lay for hours, talk or just cuddle, he can do that too.
Hela:
Sadness is Hela’s oldest friend and she knows how to deal with it better than anyone. She knows that it is a natural part of life and it’s important, so, instead of trying to make you smile or being magically better, she encourages you to feel it.
Hela’s by your side the entire time but never tries to make you stop crying because it’s ok to cry, it’s ok to feel vulnerable. She told you to scream or break something if you need to, as long as you don’t bottle up anything. She’s grateful that you trust her enough to let her see you like this and it just makes her fall more for you.
With one swift motion, you released the ladder on the fire escape and climbed down, with Horvath following close behind.
You already lost the Prime Merlinean once, you weren’t about to do again.
“Don’t look now,” Balthazar warned Dave. “but Horvath is behind us.” “What do we do?” Dave whispered, sneaking a peak over his shoulder. It was Horvath alright and he didn’t exactly looked pleased to see them. In fact, he looked downright furious. They still had yet to notice you however. To them you looked nothing more than an innocent bystander.
Balthazar, not wanting to attract any unwanted attention answered, “Run.” With that he and Dave took off down the street as fast as their legs and any passing pedestrian would allow. “They’re getting away!” Horvath shouted, breaking into a run after them.
“I got this.” You said, shooting a gust of air in their direction nearly knocking them off their feet. Unlike them, you didn’t care if anyone saw you. That was something you would deal with after you stole the prime Merlinean’s power. When that wasn’t enough to deter them, you twirled your hands conjuring a ball of purple lightning. As it sparked in your hands, Horvath watched you amazed by how powerful your magic had become.
“Lookout!” Dave shouted shoving Balthazar behind a brick wall as a bolt of lightning erupted from your hands and shot in their direction. Instead, hitting a Subway sign shattering it to pieces. “Damn it!” You growled.
Balthazar still unaware that it was you doing magic and not Horvath, summoned a fog hoping to spare any pedestrians of any magic to come. You stood there for a long moment unable to do anything.
Suddenly, you saw a blue ball of light appear through the fog and hit Horvath, who without any magic to block it, was thrown backwards and into a nearby newsstand. “Maxim!” You gasped, running towards him.
He lay there half dazed upon a stack of magazines. “Are you alright?” You asked, kneeling next to him. “Go!” He shouted, ignoring your question.
“What?” You asked, confused as you helped him to his feet.
“Go after them. They’re getting away.” From underneath a tuft of black hair, you saw red as a trickle of blood ran down his temple.
“You’re hurt.” You pointed out, touching the side of his face. His heart skipped a beat at the feeling of your hand against his skin. How soft it was, he thought. No, now wasn’t the time to think about that. He sharply pulled away and shook his head.
“Just go! I’ll be fine.” He told you, giving you a slight push.
“No, I’m staying with you.” You insisted, grabbing his arm. “Y/N—“ He began, but was interrupted by a sudden loud voice.
“Hey! Look what ya did! You bettah pay for dis!” The man who owned the newsstand shouted, pointing his finger at you and Horvath looking angry. He went to argue with you, but you were not in a mood to deal with such nonsense. “Silence!” You hissed, making a zipping motion over your mouth. The man opened his mouth to say something, but nothing came out. He tried once more, but still nothing. He lost his voice. He looked at you horrified before slinking away.
The fog finally cleared and when you looked over your shoulder you saw that Balthazar and the Prime Merlinean were gone once more. You felt a twinge of disappointment, but you were if anything patient.
Horvath felt guilty. If it wasn’t for him, you might have caught up with Balthazar and Dave. He was powerless and nothing more than a hinderance.
“Why didn’t you go after him?” He asked, annoyed that you had chosen to stay with him instead.
“I wasn’t just going to leave you there.” You answered.
“You should’ve…I would have.” He said in a low voice, in a tone you’ve never heard him use before, one of complete hopelessness. You opened your mouth to say something, to tell him how you felt, but you couldn’t find the right words. Staying quiet was easier and for the rest of the walk home, you said nothing to one another. When you finally reached your apartment, you helped him over to the couch. “Stay still.” You told him, brushing his hair aside to reveal the cut underneath. It was pretty deep you noticed.
“It seems like you’re always taking care of me.” He remarked as you waved your hand over the cut, slowly healing it with a spell. It stung a little as all cuts do, but he barely paid it much mind. All he could think of was how much you had grown along with your powers, and how he had missed it all. “I’m sorry.” He suddenly spoke.
“What for?” You asked, confused.
“You know what for. I meant to come back. It wasn’t my fault.” He said, placing his hand on top of yours, stopping you for a moment. “When I left I ran into Balthazar. We fought and he trapped me in the Grimhold.”
The Grimhold?! “Oh Maxim…” You gasped, your eyes welling up with tears thinking of him being trapped in such a horrible place, an inescapable prison of sorts. No wonder you couldn’t find him.
“For how long?” You asked.
“Its complicated.” Horvath answered, not wanting to go into how he was also trapped in a vase with Balthazar for 10 years only to be released a couple weeks ago. “But not very long.” He explained.
Unable to stop yourself, you threw your arms around him and hugged him. What a fool you were being mad at him all this time. He sat there surprised at the sudden contact for a moment before wrapping his arms around you, holding you tightly. His hug was warm and soft, almost like hugging a large teddy bear. You could have stayed that way forever.
“Y/N?” He whispered in your, sending a shiver down your spine.
“Yes?” You said, pulling away to look at him. His hair was disheveled, but the cut was healed, and the blood gone as though it had never been there at all.
“I have something for you.” Horvath said, reaching into his pocket. His eyes widened in horror at the realization that his pocket was empty.
“What’s wrong?” You asked, noticing the odd expression on his face.
“It’s gone!” He exclaimed.
“What is?”
“My present. It must have fallen out of my pocket.” He replied. Damn that Balthazar! He thought. Was he determined to take everything away from him?
“It’s ok, Maxim.” You assured him, placing your hand on his.
“No, no. It was important.” He stammered.
“What was it?” You asked, wondering what was so important to be this distressed over.
“It was supposed to be a surprise. I took the crystal out of my cane and put it in a ring for you.” He explained. Oh no…
“Maybe it’s still out there. Let’s go.” You said determinedly, getting up from the couch, pulling Horvath along with you. Why he would do such a thing, you weren’t sure, but you were going to get it back no matter what. No sorcerer should be without their crystal. A sorcerer’s crystal was almost like a part of their soul and his was lost.
It all happened so quickly. One minute you were on deck proudly introducing him to your friends and the next you were in bed with him. Not that you had much of a choice. Booking two separate rooms for you and your supposed “boyfriend” would seem odd, so reluctantly you booked one room instead. Unfortunately for you, there was only one bed and not a very big one.
As you lay on your back staring up at the ceiling, you thought about the man beside you. Most of your friends were practically drooling over him, which made you feel slightly jealous. Why you did not know. You barely knew him. You let out a sigh and looked over at him, recalling the events earlier that night.
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“Let me get one thing straight,” You began,shutting the door behind you and locking it. “No sex. If we kiss, it’s just for show.”
He nodded his head. “Understood.”
“Good.” You sighed, grateful to get that out of the way.
“However, should you change your mind I do charge extra.” He added as he took off jacket and tossed it on the bed, along with his tie.
Nervously you chuckled, “I doubt I will.”
He raised a brow and smirked as he began unbuttoning his shirt revealing his bare chest beneath. Quickly you diverted your eyes trying your best to suppress a blush forming on your cheeks. Even if you did want to, which you didn’t, you probably couldn’t afford it. You had already spent enough as it was.
“I’m going to go take a bath.” You told him, grabbing your bag and disappearing into the bathroom eager to get away from him.
As you sat there peacefully enjoying the warmth of the water and sweet aroma of the soap in your bath, you began to drift off.
There the Count stood, his shirt half open billowing in the soft breeze. “Come.” He said, ushering you towards him. It was as though you were in a trance as you approached him, your arms outstretched reaching out to him. Carefully, he pulled you into his arms. “Count…” You sighed as you stared into each other’s eyes for a moment, your lips growing ever so closer together and then…
“Y/N?” A voice suddenly called from beside you. Slowly you opened your eyes and looked over to see Dracula standing in the doorway. “Count!” You gasped, quickly lowering yourself underneath the bubbles to hide your nakedness.
“I’m sorry, I thought I heard you call me.” He apologized, turning around to give you some privacy. He was a gentleman after all.
“I did not!” You told him. How could you say his name if you were asleep…oh. You bit your lip remembering the dream you were having only a few moments ago.
“My mistake, forgive me.” He apologized, excusing himself. He went to leave, but you called him back and in a calmer voice you said, “While you’re here, could you hand me that towel please, Count?”
“Call me Vlad, please. I am supposed to be your boyfriend after all.” He told you as he turned and grabbed a towel from the rack.
For a moment your fingers gently grazed over his as he handed you a towel. Your heart skipped a beat at the sudden, yet brief touch. “Thanks…Vlad.”
He hadn’t expected his name to sound so pleasant upon your lips. He found himself longing to hear you say it again. He shook his head, trying to push such thoughts from his mind. This wasn’t what he was here for…
When you emerged from the bathroom a little while later, you found the room empty. “Vlad?” You called out, your eyes scanning the room. There was no answer, instead you found a note on your bedside table. On it it read:
The night was calling me. Went out for a stroll. Be back soon.
Vlad
With a shrug you placed it back on the table and lay on the bed, padding up the pillow as you went. You lay there for a little while trying your best to sleep. Normally, you would have no problem sleeping. The room was quiet, and the bed was comfortable. Yet you found yourself tossing and turning for what seemed like ages. With a sigh, you got up and quickly got dressed. Perhaps the night was calling you too. Or maybe it was Dracula….
The hour was late as Dracula roamed about the ship, his mind set on doing one thing and one thing only, kill Lana Van Helsing. It was lucky for him that you needed an escort or things would be been far more complicated.
Finally, he found her. There she was sitting by the pool reading a book and looking very alone. He grinned, his eyes flashing red. Perfect, he thought. Everything was going according to plan.
As he turned the corner, he suddenly collided with something or rather someone knocking him off his feet.
“Y/N?” Dracula asked looking down at you.
“Hi!” You said giving him a little awkward wave and smile.
“What are you doing here?” He asked. He thought you would have been asleep by now.
“I saw your note and thought that a walk was a good idea.” You explained. Instantly he regretted leaving that note, but it would have been rude to leave and not tell you.
You stared into each other’s eyes as you did in your dream. His eyes were deep and intense, like two dark abysses that you could stare into forever. You had almost forgotten what a compromising position you were in with him on top of you. Everything seemed to disappear. It was then that you had the overwhelming urge to kiss him. Not that he would have stopped you. In fact, he was thinking of doing the same.
“Um…Vlad?”
“Yes
“Can we get up now?” You asked.
“Oh! Of course!” He said, getting up. Quickly he glanced back over at the pool and much to his dismay he saw that Lana had disappeared. You had distracted him so much and now he lost possibly his only chance at revenge. You were going to be more a hinderance than he thought.
Like a gentleman, he helped you to your feet. “Are you alright?” He asked, trying not to sound disappointed. “Yes, I think so.” You answered, dusting yourself off.
“Good.” He said with a smile. Something seemed off. You noticed. Though you couldn’t quite put your finger on what it was.
“I guess I’ll just go back to our room now.” You said, turning to leave, not wanting to bother him.
“Would you care to join me?” He asked, holding his hand out. “You don’t mind?” He shook his head. For some reason he found it hard to be mad at you, even though he wanted to. He shook his head no, extending his arm out further hoping you would accept.
“Sure.” You said, taking his hand. It was soft, completely encompassing your own.
“It is a lovely night.” You pointed out as you walked and hand around the ship, enjoying the peace and quiet as guests disappeared into their rooms for the night.
“I like the night.” You told him, stopping for a moment to look out over the ocean.
Why?” He asked, curiously.
“It’s quiet.” You answered.
“Everyone is in such a rush these days. Just going and going, not caring about anybody. At night it all slows down.” You explain.
He paused. He never thought of it that way. “But it’s so dark and lonely.” Dracula added.
“Perhaps, but I can feel just as lonely in a crowd of people.” You responded. He nodded his head in agreement knowing what you meant. He had felt that way too long ago.
“Sorry. I’m a horrible conversationalist.” You apologized.
“I don’t think you are.” He told you honestly. You gave him a small smile as you resumed walking. Before you knew it, you found yourselves back at your cabin.
“If it makes you feel uncomfortable I can sleep in the chair?” He asked once inside. “No, we’re both adults. I think I can manage if you can.” Little did you know, you’d find yourself regretting saying that because all you could think of as you lay there beside him was him.
“Vlad?”
“Yes?” He mumbled, turning to face you.
“What about a kiss?” You asked curiously. He stared at you confused for a moment. “I mean, if I..I just wanted to kiss you but not for show.” You quickly explained. “Do you charge for that too?”
His lips curled into an amused smile. “First one’s free.” He joked. Honestly, he hadn’t intended on charging you for anything, kisses or otherwise. “Why? Do you want to kiss me?”
“No, no, no! Just curious. Good night!” You gulped, turning around, and pulling the covers over your head. This was going to be a long trip…
It all happened so quickly. One minute you were on deck proudly introducing him to your friends and the next you were in bed with him. Not that you had much of a choice. Booking two separate rooms for you and your supposed “boyfriend” would seem odd, so reluctantly you booked one room instead. Unfortunately for you, there was only one bed and not a very big one.
As you lay on your back staring up at the ceiling, you thought about the man beside you. Most of your friends were practically drooling over him, which made you feel slightly jealous. Why you did not know. You barely knew him. You let out a sigh and looked over at him, recalling the events earlier that night.
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“Let me get one thing straight,” You began,shutting the door behind you and locking it. “No sex. If we kiss, it’s just for show.”
He nodded his head. “Understood.”
“Good.” You sighed, grateful to get that out of the way.
“However, should you change your mind I do charge extra.” He added as he took off jacket and tossed it on the bed, along with his tie.
Nervously you chuckled, “I doubt I will.”
He raised a brow and smirked as he began unbuttoning his shirt revealing his bare chest beneath. Quickly you diverted your eyes trying your best to suppress a blush forming on your cheeks. Even if you did want to, which you didn’t, you probably couldn’t afford it. You had already spent enough as it was.
“I’m going to go take a bath.” You told him, grabbing your bag and disappearing into the bathroom eager to get away from him.
As you sat there peacefully enjoying the warmth of the water and sweet aroma of the soap in your bath, you began to drift off.
There the Count stood, his shirt half open billowing in the soft breeze. “Come.” He said, ushering you towards him. It was as though you were in a trance as you approached him, your arms outstretched reaching out to him. Carefully, he pulled you into his arms. “Count…” You sighed as you stared into each other’s eyes for a moment, your lips growing ever so closer together and then…
“Y/N?” A voice suddenly called from beside you. Slowly you opened your eyes and looked over to see Dracula standing in the doorway. “Count!” You gasped, quickly lowering yourself underneath the bubbles to hide your nakedness.
“I’m sorry, I thought I heard you call me.” He apologized, turning around to give you some privacy. He was a gentleman after all.
“I did not!” You told him. How could you say his name if you were asleep…oh. You bit your lip remembering the dream you were having only a few moments ago.
“My mistake, forgive me.” He apologized, excusing himself. He went to leave, but you called him back and in a calmer voice you said, “While you’re here, could you hand me that towel please, Count?”
“Call me Vlad, please. I am supposed to be your boyfriend after all.” He told you as he turned and grabbed a towel from the rack.
For a moment your fingers gently grazed over his as he handed you a towel. Your heart skipped a beat at the sudden, yet brief touch. “Thanks…Vlad.”
He hadn’t expected his name to sound so pleasant upon your lips. He found himself longing to hear you say it again. He shook his head, trying to push such thoughts from his mind. This wasn’t what he was here for…
When you emerged from the bathroom a little while later, you found the room empty. “Vlad?” You called out, your eyes scanning the room. There was no answer, instead you found a note on your bedside table. On it it read:
The night was calling me. Went out for a stroll. Be back soon.
Vlad
With a shrug you placed it back on the table and lay on the bed, padding up the pillow as you went. You lay there for a little while trying your best to sleep. Normally, you would have no problem sleeping. The room was quiet, and the bed was comfortable. Yet you found yourself tossing and turning for what seemed like ages. With a sigh, you got up and quickly got dressed. Perhaps the night was calling you too. Or maybe it was Dracula….
The hour was late as Dracula roamed about the ship, his mind set on doing one thing and one thing only, kill Lana Van Helsing. It was lucky for him that you needed an escort or things would be been far more complicated.
Finally, he found her. There she was sitting by the pool reading a book and looking very alone. He grinned, his eyes flashing red. Perfect, he thought. Everything was going according to plan.
As he turned the corner, he suddenly collided with something or rather someone knocking him off his feet.
“Y/N?” Dracula asked looking down at you.
“Hi!” You said giving him a little awkward wave and smile.
“What are you doing here?” He asked. He thought you would have been asleep by now.
“I saw your note and thought that a walk was a good idea.” You explained. Instantly he regretted leaving that note, but it would have been rude to leave and not tell you.
You stared into each other’s eyes as you did in your dream. His eyes were deep and intense, like two dark abysses that you could stare into forever. You had almost forgotten what a compromising position you were in with him on top of you. Everything seemed to disappear. It was then that you had the overwhelming urge to kiss him. Not that he would have stopped you. In fact, he was thinking of doing the same.
“Um…Vlad?”
“Yes
“Can we get up now?” You asked.
“Oh! Of course!” He said, getting up. Quickly he glanced back over at the pool and much to his dismay he saw that Lana had disappeared. You had distracted him so much and now he lost possibly his only chance at revenge. You were going to be more a hinderance than he thought.
Like a gentleman, he helped you to your feet. “Are you alright?” He asked, trying not to sound disappointed. “Yes, I think so.” You answered, dusting yourself off.
“Good.” He said with a smile. Something seemed off. You noticed. Though you couldn’t quite put your finger on what it was.
“I guess I’ll just go back to our room now.” You said, turning to leave, not wanting to bother him.
“Would you care to join me?” He asked, holding his hand out. “You don’t mind?” He shook his head. For some reason he found it hard to be mad at you, even though he wanted to. He shook his head no, extending his arm out further hoping you would accept.
“Sure.” You said, taking his hand. It was soft, completely encompassing your own.
“It is a lovely night.” You pointed out as you walked and hand around the ship, enjoying the peace and quiet as guests disappeared into their rooms for the night.
“I like the night.” You told him, stopping for a moment to look out over the ocean.
Why?” He asked, curiously.
“It’s quiet.” You answered.
“Everyone is in such a rush these days. Just going and going, not caring about anybody. At night it all slows down.” You explain.
He paused. He never thought of it that way. “But it’s so dark and lonely.” Dracula added.
“Perhaps, but I can feel just as lonely in a crowd of people.” You responded. He nodded his head in agreement knowing what you meant. He had felt that way too long ago.
“Sorry. I’m a horrible conversationalist.” You apologized.
“I don’t think you are.” He told you honestly. You gave him a small smile as you resumed walking. Before you knew it, you found yourselves back at your cabin.
“If it makes you feel uncomfortable I can sleep in the chair?” He asked once inside. “No, we’re both adults. I think I can manage if you can.” Little did you know, you’d find yourself regretting saying that because all you could think of as you lay there beside him was him.
“Vlad?”
“Yes?” He mumbled, turning to face you.
“What about a kiss?” You asked curiously. He stared at you confused for a moment. “I mean, if I..I just wanted to kiss you but not for show.” You quickly explained. “Do you charge for that too?”
His lips curled into an amused smile. “First one’s free.” He joked. Honestly, he hadn’t intended on charging you for anything, kisses or otherwise. “Why? Do you want to kiss me?”
“No, no, no! Just curious. Good night!” You gulped, turning around, and pulling the covers over your head. This was going to be a long trip…
Just a small Drabble of my favorite murderous miner
Harry warden with a s/o that waits for their love every night in their little cottage house just outside of the the town, waiting for the man to gently knock and to open the door revealing a tired Harry who’s covered in soot from the mines, but is happy to be home at last from a hard days work. He closes the door and chucks his boots off, careful to not drag any dirt across the floor before walking to the bathroom to strip down to his tank top that’s at least somewhat clean. He hears your soft pitter patters across the house and looks over to see you standing in the doorway with two extra fluffy towels. One for you and one for him. He can’t help but to laugh at your cuteness as he gently placed them on the edge of the sink before wrapping you in a hug so he could close the door so the steam would warm the bathroom up quicker.
Due to his aches from the mines, he could hardly lift to take his tank top off, so of course you helped him although careful not to hurt him more as well as his muscles were tender from the amount of usage they had been through today. However, Harry wouldn’t just let you help him, he had to help you as well like the gentleman he was. With his better arm he undid your button up shirt effortlessly, watching it slide from your shoulders and onto the tiled floor. He helped you undo your bra and slide out of whatever bottoms you had on before getting his off as well. He held the curtain open to allow you entry into the warm water first before climbing in himself, standing behind you, just clinging and allowing himself to decompress from his day and to enjoy his moments with you before bed
Yeah it’s short but Harry warden (both of them honestly) have my heart. Large miner man who could crush me, is in fact just hurt and needs love. Like the original more but remake is good too!
Once upon a time, you were told, “Only the dead have seen the end of war.” It was a phrase that’s true meaning eluded you for the longest time, and only until now did it truly make sense.
The snow had soaked through your socks long ago, your toes feeling stiff and uncomfortable as you moved. The hole in your boots that you swore you would get sewn ended up never getting sewn at all, allowing chunks of snow and ice to make their way into the soles as you searched. For what?
Well, you weren’t sure anymore.
Dead soldiers, live ones, dead enemies, live enemies, remains, lack of…
Pausing your strides, you looked down to your feet. Instead of snow or ice, your feet were on a rocky surface. Realizing you made it to the top of the ridge you were hiking, you turned to look back on what would be soon written into books, nothing but a monologue from a teacher trying to instruct children who are bored in their chairs… The battleground for the Battle of The Five Armies.
No tears sprung to your eyes anymore at the sight of dwarves and elves alike carrying off their kin who cried out in pain as they got their wounds treated, nor did they appear as you heard the mothers weeping for their lost children.
Taking a shaky breath, you watched as your exhale clouded up before you.
“Only the dead have seen the end of war,” You recited, knowing that while you were numbed, for now, it would return eventually and be a never-ending monster that you could not banish to the depths of the darkness because you would be in it yourself. The pain. The grief. You finally understood what it meant.
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Summary: You get some alone time with your best friend.
Words: 1.2k
Key: Y/N - Your Name
Warnings: just a little thing I whipped up for my own enjoyment, didn’t edit much I hope there aren’t too many errors
A/N:help my rdr2 obsession is coming back
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Life in a gang of outlaws didn’t often allow you to take a break and enjoy yourself. The constant chores (be it cleaning, setting up camp, or tearing it down just weeks later) or endless jobs and plans which never seemed to go right anymore. By the time night rolled around you were already beyond ready to knock yourself out for a few hours, often ignoring the offer of a drink by the fire, opting to drift off listening to Javiers distant singing.
Summary: Neville is the best plant scientist man and y/n is a little dumb dumb, but loves his smart boyfriend.
Pairing: Neville Longbottom x Male Reader
Key: (Y/N)- your name.
Word Count: 1028
Neville sat quietly to himself, smiling fondly at the beautiful bloom he had created. It felt nice to be good at something for once. He’d taken such care with the now not so small plant. It’s soft blossoms freshly awake upon hearing Neville’s cooing and encouragement. It almost looked like it leaned towards him with its fragile frame as Neville tendered to its aquatic terrarium. Four small bottles of honey with different labels sitting in front of four similar terrariums.
“Can I taste it now?” (Y/N) impatiently tapped his foot against the stool as he hovered around the project. Neville shook his head at his boyfriend as he took down his daily plant report.
‘Week 3, Day 23, flower blossoms unaffected by picking. Roots intact and water level not past an acceptable level. Counter potion to the weed taken-‘ He tries to think for a minute, then looks at his watch ‘1 hour and 23 minutes ago. Taste test 1:’ He sighs, looking at the different bottles and then back at (Y/N).
“Are you sure you want to do this? I could’ve made an error or missed a step or messed with the breeding-“ He was about to list every one of the cons on his pro and con list for this project, but (Y/N) stopped him.
“Free honey? Duh, I want to. We took a counter potion made by yours truly. I have full confidence in potion skills” He sat proudly, pointing at the half empty foul tasting potion they had drunk.
“Your funeral.” He sighed again, warily picking up the first bottle and a spoon.
“OUR funeral.” (Y/N) clarified which made Neville look a little sick. He took his hand and placed it on Neville’s forearm, squeezing it in reassurance.
“Hey, hey. You’re an expert at this, Longbottom. You’ve been on this-“ He vaguely circled his hand around the crossbreeds. “When this succeeds-” “If.” “WHEN this succeeds, you’re gonna be a legend. Imagine the big fat HUGE book you’re going to write about these beauties. I’ll read it, even if I don’t understand a word” (Y/N) smiled, making Neville a bit better exploiting his boyfriend’s taste buds.
Neville gulped as (Y/N) took the spoon into his hand, opening up the first of the four bottles. “Not too much.” He put a hand on his boyfriend worryingly so. “I know, I know. You’ve explained it 500 times.” He took Neville’s hand away from his own to dip into the honey.
(Y/N) dipped the spoon in, pulling it out to let it dip down slowly. Taking care to make sure there was only a thin film of honey covering it. “This one is?” He asked looking up at Neville. “Dandelion gillyweed crossbreed honey. It’s supposed to taste good according to…” He looked down at the recipe book on the table, the name ‘Alice’ with a vicious scribble next to it and an arrow pointing up to replace it with ‘Longbottom.’
“A-according to mum.” He said after a small pause, (Y/N) gave a nod and licked the spoon, his eyes widened as he looked back at the honey and back at Neville continuously. Once his mouth wasn’t attacking the honey, he took a breath and spoke.
“Wow. That was… that was delicious. That was incredible! That… that doesn’t taste like anything I have EVER tasted.” He exclaimed, beaming up at Neville who looked back at the cookbook with a blush creeping on his face.
“I thought that m-maybe giving the gillyweed a sweeter taste combined with the previous things discovered about dandelions could…” He trailed off on a usual dump of information, something about the stomach acid properties of dandelion roots and the gillyweed effects on immune system responses. He couldn’t understand most of it, but the way Neville explained it made it sound interesting enough. (Y/N) couldn’t stop looking at his eyes lighting up and the sweetness of the honey he just sampled that when Neville went quiet and looked back at him he barely registered it.
“Neville?” He smiled fondly at his boyfriend, making Neville swivel his head back to the report, writing something he was sure was of some importance.
“Yeah?” He replied as nonchalantly as he could without acknowledging the redness of his face. (Y/N) came up behind him and hugged him from behind, placing a little peck into the back of his neck.
“Keep going.” He hummed satisfied to listen for another day if Neville needed it. He always noticed Neville’s best was when he could bounce ideas around others and this was by far the most complex experiment he had come up with.
“If you insist,” Neville smiled to himself as he wrote down a little note ‘thank you gift for (Y/N), very important!!!’ scribbled next to the sketch of the dandelion/gillyweed hybrid.
After an hour of tasting, testing, and reviewing the honey. (Y/N) concluded that the first one tasted the best, followed by a very lovely looking somehow purple lavender honey that he swear tasted like Year 3 summer making Neville’s blush worsen. With the sun low below the clouds and the potion wearing off, they decided it was time to get dinner and sleep finally.
“Are you sure I didn’t bore you?” Neville nervously fidgeted with a frayed end of his tie, twisting and twirling at the thread.
“For the millionth time, Neville Longbottom, no! If I didn’t enjoy watching you dork out about plants, I don’t think I would be here, would I?” He pulled Neville down by the cheeks looking him in the eyes with a fiery ‘Say another bad thing about my boyfriend and I’ll kiss you so hard’ look on his face and a little determination.
“No” Neville frowned under the cheek holding and (Y/N) sighed.
“Exactly, I love your nerdy little brain” He pulled squished Neville’s cheeks toward him scrunching up his nose,then pulling his face in, he went for a kiss on the forehead, cheek and then lips.
“Now when are we going to test it for real, huh?” He smirked, looking back at the jars of honey and notes.
His diligent fingers slip between your thighs to dip the digits into your arousal. You’ve been worked up all night thanks to the teasing before he took you out to dinner, gifting you a new pair of lace lingerie in the process. It’s the only thing adorning your heated flesh now in the bedroom as his hand works your pussy into a dripping mess just for him. He can’t help but to groan upon feeling your juices against his flesh, knowing it’s the result of playing with your soaked pussy just the way you like.
“So wet, sweetheart.” His deep, needy voice in your ear sends goosebumps flooding your skin. Your knees tremble the longer he works your clit. Luckily, he keeps a steady arm around your body, holding you close to him as he brings you pleasure. “Tell me how it feels, baby.”
His command sends another surge of electricity through your body. “So, so good,” you exhale without hesitation. Your body melts into the pleasure, into his touch. You’re so weak for him and the longer he circles your clit with his skilled fingers, the closer you are to your own end.
“Tell me who this belongs to, sweetheart,” he asks suddenly, pressing his palm over your sex before his fingers sink down to your entrance. Before you can answer, he’s plunging the digits inside your cunt, urging a gasp from your lips to fill the room. The sounds alone of his fingers deep in your pussy send waves of heat through your body. So wet and worked up for him, you’re dripping over his flesh as he fucks you, making you forget about his question entirely. “Answer me, baby.”
“You,” you gasp in desperation, eyes screwing shut as your head falls back against his shoulder. The pleasure builds and the heat swells in the pit of your stomach. Every motion between your thighs is electrifying ecstasy, and you’re so, so close to spilling. You can’t help but to roll your hips against him, riding his hand and allowing his palm to caress your clit. Your mind goes numb in the process, body trembling, melting completely into the bliss.
“Whose pussy is this, baby?” he asks again, voice deeper, greedier, hungrier for your pleasure. His teeth nip at your ear before his chuckle fills the air. He can feel you shaking. He knows how close you are. How wet you’ve grown, how much he loves the noises you make only for him. In seconds he’s turning his attention back to your clit, knowing you need a little more work to reach your peak.
“Y-Yours,” you finally manage to gasp, feeling the first wave of pleasure roll through your body. You’re shaking and whimpering, calling out his name, riding out the bliss against his hand. “It’s yours,” you cry out a final time in strained whimpers, mind going blank until you feel far too sensitive for his touch.
Carefully, he pulls away enough to wrap his arms around you, keeping you close to his body as you come down from the high. Guiding you toward the bed the two of you share, you settle on his lap while catching your breath, allowing him to leave kisses against your temple as the post-bliss smile adorns your face from his attention and care.
When she touches you, your body comes alive with a burning hot desire. Every time her fingers brush your skin, electricity surges through each limb to make you anticipate the moment she goes further. As you lay on the bed together on a lazy afternoon, her wandering hands always lead to more. With her fingertips ghosting over your mound, it’s only a second before she dips her hand between your parting thighs.
A gasp fills the room and it makes her giggle. She is fully aware of what she does to you, what she does to your body. Goosebumps flood your skin as she teases your folds, running her fingers down your slit only to draw them back up toward your clit. Your eyes flutter closed before you’re grinning, and then you bite your lip as she circles the swollen, aching and ready nub with gentle caresses.
She can’t help but to touch herself when she feels the softness of your skin. Her own hand lowers down her stomach before she’s sinking her fingers between her thighs. A quiet whimper falls from her lips, causing you to open your eyes to turn and look at her. Your sights fall to the hand working between her legs first, before your attention is drawn back to the one touching you.
She quickens her pace on the both of you. The motions earn another gasp from your lips and you can’t help it when your hand falls to cover her fingers working diligently. Slick arousal spills from your entrance as you begin moving your hips in time with her. She can’t stop the moans spilling from within, either. You notice her sink her hand lower to dip her fingers into her soaked pussy, the sight making your body flushed with desire.
She does the same to you, lowering the digits to the arousal dripping out before pulling them back to your clit, continuing to circle the swollen bud to have you whimpering her name.
“So wet, baby,” she whispers with a grin to send a wave of heat rushing through your body.
“Feels so good,” you can’t help but to moan in return, digging your nails into her skin as she plays between your thighs. The tension begins to build. The warmth bubbles from between your legs thanks to her. Every touch is electric, pleasure filling your body until you can take no more.
Suddenly, you’re gripping her wrist as the waves of bliss roll through every inch of your body. You hold her tight as you ride out the pleasure thanks to her fingers, coming undone with a gasp and a moan of her name.
And after you begin coming undone, she continues her teasing. Her fingers drop to your entrance, gathering up your juices after the pleasure before returning to your clit, brushing over the far too sensitive nub until you’re gasping and pushing her away.
But now that you’re taken care of, you turn your attention to her. Climbing to your knees, you gently push her hand out of the way to pin to her side as she giggles. With a devious glint in your eye, your hand dives between her thighs, picking up where she left off. You feel the slickness of her arousal between her folds, toying with her slit for a moment before finding her clit.
“Make me come,” she whimpers desperately, sending another wave of heat through your body, but this time it’s with the desire to give her pleasure, make her feel good, and get her off.
“You’re so wet, baby,” you taunt her with her own previous words, a smirk on your face to make her bite her lip. Even more so when your hand lowers to pump your fingers inside of her dripping heat, only a few times, curling them against her walls to make her back arch from the bed and her toes curl. Then you pull away to align the digits with your mouth, pushing them inside to suck her juices right off your skin, tasting her sweetness right from the source.
“Fuck,” she gasps in surprise, and you’re pleased enough with yourself so you return the attention to her clit once again. Steady motions of pleasurable circles are drawn against her flesh. Her breaths grow heavy as her eyes snap shut. You feel the tension in her body and know she’s growing close.
“Come for me, baby,” you whisper the encouragement, feeling her hips roll and her thighs quiver with the need for release.
It doesn’t take much longer for her to spill over the edge. The pleasure rushes through her as she gasps and tightens her thighs around your hand. A few whimpers of your name fall from her lips. The moment takes hold as she squirms and moans and gasps and trembles.
Then she begins coming down from the high. Her body is spent. Her breaths remain heavy. You lean in to place a few kisses against her temple to soothe her to relaxation, and the worn out grin on her lips tells you just how much she loves it.
The sudden voice in your ear pulls you from your thoughts, now realizing that you had not actually been watching the movie he suggested once he told you how much you would love it, and instead sitting next to him with thoughts anywhere else but where they should be.
“Of course,” you lie to him with a frown, and he grins at you before turning back to the bright light coming from the TV in your living room.
It’s not like you wanted to ignore him or his favorite movie he promised you would love. You’re sure on any other day, you actually would have been interested. If only you weren’t being distracted by a certain heat that creeps up on you once a year, and is known to wreak havoc on cat-hybrids like yourself if you’re not mated. You have felt the intense burning and gnawing at the pit of your stomach for days, and as you sit next to him trying to pretend as if everything is fine, you can only focus on the way your body aches as an annoying pulse settles between your thighs, dying to be touched and fucked and mated.
To make matters worse, every sense of yours is heightened for a few weeks, and as he sits next to you completely unaware, you can smell the scent of just him radiating off of his body. It’s erotic and pulls you in with just one inhale after he’s shifted even an inch, and you admit he’s the one you least expected to be attracted to during your time of need. Your body begins to crave him in ways you never thought you would experience from your roommate, especially when you consider the fact that he’s a dog-hybrid and you shouldn’t be attracted to him in the first place.
You try to pull your thoughts back to reality, admitting to yourself it’s just your heat making you feel something so new. Normally you would call up the first cat-hybrid in your phone to find some release and then be on your way, but lately the amount of partners you actually trust to not only fulfill your needs but also not expect anything else from you have become slim to none throughout the years.
“You’re daydreaming again, aren’t you?” He interrupts your thoughts for a second time, sighing and pausing the movie before turning to you. You try to hold your breath as he does so, not wanting anymore of a scent that can’t be helped filling your nose.
It does so regardless as you inhale him in, and gulp when you feel the gears spinning in your body. You press your thighs together, trying to find some sort of release while not wanting to explain to your friend just how horny you’ve become thanks to him.
“No, I’m paying attention. I promise!” You feel bad for lying, but you feel even worse for what your body is feeling. Not only are you neglecting your own needs, but to think you could be this horny over a dog-hybrid of all animals.
Not that there’s anything particularly wrong with him, of course. On a normal day, you would find his furry, black ears cute, and that little tail of his he loves to wag charming, but you aren’t supposed to want to mate with him. His scent isn’t supposed to have you so worked up you feel like pouncing him. You feel the heaviness in your chest rising at just the thought, and if he were to find out, well, you don’t want to think of that.
“Play the movie, silly! I’m watching.” You offer a forced smile to convince him, and it only adds to the guilt of lying, and being attracted to him, because now you’re tricking him into thinking you actually know what’s going on.
You have to admit, you don’t have the slightest clue. As soon as he clicks play, all you can focus on is the throbbing and aching between your legs and how the sweat begins to bead against your forehead due to you being so worked up.
If you could just find a little release, you think, wondering how far you could get by just sticking your hand into your shorts and caressing your clit under the blanket that rests over your legs. God, you’re terrible, you tell yourself. How could you actually consider touching yourself in front of him? How could you want to sink your hand into your panties to get yourself off? How could you want to do that with him next to you? He can probably smell the arousal anyway, you consider with a bite of your lip, with a racing heart, with trembling fingers that decide to push past the waistband of your shorts to slip between your thighs.
You really have lost it, but you decide you don’t care. The ache is painful at this point and you only need a little release. A little bit of attention to get rid of some of the burning inside your body. You press your fingers to your slit, not bothering to even move your panties to the side. You can just play with yourself a little over the fabric to ease the tension, right?
“Fuck,” you whisper beneath your breath, closing your eyes and praying he didn’t hear you. It feels too good, you think. So good you can’t stop. You only wanted a little release. Get rid of a little bit of the pressure, the ache, the intense throbbing between your thighs that your fingers are making good work of as they perform quick, needy circles against your now damp panties. You gulp and feel the heaviness in your chest because you know it’s wrong, but your heat has you not caring how you should have just been honest with him.
You still have time, you tell yourself. You could excuse yourself and finish making yourself come in the privacy of your own bedroom. Or you could sit there next to him, inhaling his scent that warms every inch of your body and brings you closer to the edge. You could continue to caress your clit over your panties and you could begin rocking your hips next to him, praying he doesn’t catch on, but he’s a dog-hybrid, right? He can probably smell the way you’re soaking through your panties and smell how close you’re getting to release.
And as if the fog over your mind suddenly clears, it finally dawns on you what you’re doing.
“I’m sorry,” you begin mumbling as you stand from the couch, throwing the blanket off of you and making your way to your bedroom. “I don’t feel so well.”
You slam the door behind you, locking it with a flick of your wrist before sinking down onto the floor. God, how could you have done that to him? He only wanted to watch a movie he promised you would love. Always the kind and considerate guy thinking of you, and you had to allow your heat to ruin it. You hit your head against the door in defeat, body growing limp while the fire burning throughout every inch of you reminds you of your problem that has no plans of going away any time soon.
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“I’m sorry. What I did was wrong and I took advantage of your kindness by being inappropriate. My heat does that sometimes, but it’s no excuse and I know that…” You pause to take a look at yourself in the mirror in front of you as you sit at your vanity, then sigh with your shoulders slumping. “Well, that’s what I’m going to tell you when you get home, at least. Whenever that is.”
He was already gone by the time you woke up in the morning, and after spending half the night trying to get yourself off and the other half in a deep sleep from pure exhaustion, you aren’t too surprised you missed him. Part of you feels like he’s avoiding you considering the two of you always at least have a coffee together in the mornings, but you woke up to an empty apartment and a heaviness in your chest. The other part prays he didn’t think anything of your strange exit the night before, but all of you knows just what kind of odd behavior your heat causes you to display.
Your ears twitch at the sound of the front door opening a moment later, and you take another glance at yourself in the mirror before exiting your bedroom. In the living room, you spot him settled on the couch, his cute, brown tail wagging a bit behind him as he grins at his phone, and his ears perk when he notices your presence.
“Oh, hey,” he tries to say casually, but you notice the way his body tenses at the sight of you. Great, you think, wondering if he hates you, or he’s just disgusted by your actions.
“Hey,” you greet him with a sigh, voice low as you nervously run your hands over your blouse before your fingers intertwine with one another in front of you. “Busy day?” You shift from foot to foot, but if he catches on to your nerves, he doesn’t let it show.
“Not really,” he replies with a shrug, not taking his eyes off of his phone. “Are you feeling better?” Finally he looks your way after he brushes a few loose strands of hair from his face. Your heart sinks now that all of his attention is on you, knowing you need to apologize for the night before.
“Um… about last night,” you begin, eyes falling to the floor because you’ve lost the nerve to meet his gaze, “I-“
“You got horny and touched yourself. I know.”
“Wh-What? How did you-“
“Do you think I couldn’t smell how wet you were?” He smirks and shakes his head. Dammit, you curse to yourself, already knowing he was capable of such but being too blinded by your heat to care.
“I’m sorry,” you sigh, “it was inappropriate of me and I shouldn’t have done that in front of you without you knowing.”
“I did know, though,” he corrects you, causing your face to burn with embarrassment. “It’s fine. I don’t really care. Sometimes guys just play with our dicks because we have ‘em. I get it.” He chuckles at that, and somehow it makes the embarrassment worse, heat now flooding every inch of your body.
“It’s not that simple,” you try to explain, “I’m in heat… I need to mate to get over it and since I don’t have a mate, I’m just… I don’t know, constantly horny. It’s miserable, to be honest.”
“I see,” he simply says, then he groans and sinks into the couch with his body slacked. “Fuck, that’s why I’ve been smelling you all week.”
“You have?” You blink at him, watching his Adam’s apple bob as he gulps.
“Yeah, I mean, I get it. And of course you know… as a male, knowing your body is ready for mating I’ve gotten, ugh…” He pauses, looking down at the forming bulge beneath his jeans to earn a quiet gasp from your lips. “So you see, you’re not the only one having issues here. Damn, I’ve been wondering why I’ve been having to jerk off multiple times a day. I didn’t know it was because of you.”
“S-Sorry,” You mutter, biting your lip and folding your arms just beneath your breasts. “I didn’t know I could affect you like that as well. I mean, you’re a dog-hybrid. We shouldn’t be compatible and I felt so guilty for feeling the things I did for you and-“
Suddenly your words fall short, eyes widening when you realize you have just outted yourself as being sexually attracted to your dog roommate. Not only that, but now he knows he’s the reason you have been so worked up, and he’s the reason you touched yourself last night.
“And… what?” he questions when you take too long to finish.
“I smell your scent. Your mating scent. I shouldn’t, but I do and it turns me on so much I’m going crazy over here.” The tears are tempted to well behind your lids as you speak due to how overwhelmed you have become during your heat. Your body burns with desire but the guilt challenges the reason you’re so worked up. You shouldn’t want him as much as you do. You shouldn’t be craving his touch and you shouldn’t be thinking of him when you’ve gotten yourself off just to ease the ache, but you have done so more times than you can count.
“Well… you’re not the only one.” He sighs and runs his hand over his face before scratching behind his ear, making it clear he’s trying to make sense of the situation. “I have those same feelings, if it makes you feel better.”
“It doesn’t,” you tease him, catching the way he grins and chuckles while you giggle at the absurd situation.
“Stop doing that,” he suddenly says, eyes darkening as he stares at you, voice deep and raspy enough to shake you to your core.
“Doing what?” You blink from his sudden shift in mood, pouting and quivering a bit on the inside, but you blame it on your heat instead of his sharp gaze.
“Just… fucking… I don’t know, being cute and giggling, and just…. existing! It’s making me hornier!” He throws his head back and closes his eyes in pure frustration, and even if you don’t admit it to him, it does make you feel a bit better that you’re not the only one going through such torture. “That fact that now I know you’re in heat and ready to mate and I can… smell you isn’t helping.”
The way he groans causes you to grin, as if the tables have turned and now he’s more miserable than you. “Aw, what’s wrong?” you tease him further just to get a rise out of him, figuring it’s better to laugh it off than be frustrated at one another for a situation that can’t be helped. “Are you going to pounce me?”
“No, I’m going to throw this pillow at you.” With that, he reaches to his right for a small, yet firm couch pillow that comes flying your way a second later. You gasp and block with your hands, allowing it to fall to the floor while laughing. It’s clear the two of you are in new territory, and neither of you know how to react, so you admit your defeat and mope toward him to sit next to him on the couch with your body slumped.
“I feel like my whole body is on fire.”
“Don’t you have some cat-hybrid you can call?” he asks, not bothering to look your way as he hums in thought. “What’s his name… Park…”
“No, I can’t call him. I think he’s like, mated now or something.” Sighing, you pout and fold your arms over your chest. “God, if only. He would make me come so hard…”
“Stop,” he groans, slinging his arm over his eyes while his other hand grips the prominent bulge in his jeans. You try not to look, but you can’t resist once you realize just how aroused he’s become. “I don’t want to think about you coming. I’m so hard I think my dick might fall off.”
“Well…” You bite your lip for a moment, heart racing as an idea pops into your head. “There is something we could do.”
“What?”
You’re hesitant to answer in fear of him thinking you’re crazy. You only need a little release to knock the edge off. You only need a bit of attention to rid yourself of the ache. “We could just get each other off.” Your eyes snap shut as you speak the words, afraid of his reaction. It’s not like the two of you have ever shown attraction to one another before now, but in the moment you decide the thing you want to help your situation is him. “Like, I don’t know… considering you’re a dog-hybrid I’m not sure if it will help me while I’m in heat, but it’s worth a shot, right? When you’re ready to mate you just need to like, fuck something, right?”
“God… don’t say that.” He groans even deeper and it rattles you to the core. His every move, his every noise, and even his every breath begins working you up further. There’s no question about how much you need him now.
“Say what?”
“Say anything that makes me imagine fucking you because that’s all I can think about now.”
“Really?” A devious smirk forms over your lips. You position yourself on your knees a second later, body facing him while leaning closer, brushing the strands of his hair with gentle fingertips to watch the way his eyes flutter. “What are you thinking about? Which position?”
“Stop…” He licks his lips and grips his cock tighter, and you have to admit the thrill that rushes inside you. It gives you confidence, knowing he wants you just as badly as you want him.
“Doggy style?” You can’t help but to giggle as he groans at the painfully obvious choice in position, but a devilish thought comes over you a moment later, deciding to test his limits as you lean closer, whispering in his ear. “What about me riding you? What about me on top of you, sinking down onto your cock and rolling my hips slowly just to tease you? Have you ever thought about that? Because, fuck… I am thinking about it now and I am so damn wet it’s beginning to drip onto my thighs.”
His nostrils flare and his chest rises as he takes in the deepest breath while you speak, and he exhales through his trembling lips before groaning. “Fuck… I didn’t know you were such a tease.”
You smirk at the satisfaction of knowing your words are getting to him. You grow a bit more bold, though your heart races as you reach for the hem of your skirt. “Do you want to see how wet I am?” With that, you lean away from him, parting your thighs while hiking up your skirt, and you watch his eyes instantly dart to the darkened, wet spot at the base of your white panties.
“God…” he exhales, eyes growing wide and pupils dilated as he breathes you in, “you smell incredible.”
The compliment has heat surging from between your thighs. As he stares, you gain even more confidence, deciding to tease him further and have him just as on edge as you are. “Do you… do you want to taste it?”
“You know I fucking do, dammit…” He responds without hesitation now. As he gulps and throws his head back to finally tear his gaze away from you, you can see his own arousal getting the best of him just like it has done to you for days.
“Look, let’s just help each other out here. I’m in heat and you’re ready to mate, and it’s not going to go away until you do mate… or at least fuck someone. Just fuck me.” Your voice lowers with every word, completely out of ideas to where helping one another seems like the only possible solution considering you trust him and feel more than comfortable being with him. “Nothing will change between us. We’ll get through this and it will go back to the way it was before, where I annoy you and you secretly love it because you find me irresistibly cute and charming.”
“Is that what you think?” he asks after glancing your way, and the grin on his face thanks to your words causes you to giggle. “Fine… let’s do this. I’ll help you.” With a sigh, he gives in to what his body wants, but his reassuring smile tells you helping you in the process is what really convinced him.
“Okay, how should we do this?” you ask, settling back on the couch, but your eyes grow wide when he positions himself on his knees, gripping your thighs and pulling you closer.
“I’m gonna taste your pussy first because you’re a fucking tease,” he says, nearly growling while his hands roam beneath your skirt in search of the hem to your panties. “And then you’re going to ride my cock nice and slow, just like you said.”
“O-Oh…” He ignores your whimpering as he yanks your panties down to your knees, not even bothering to take them completely off first before pressing two strong hands to the backs of your thighs. With urgency he pushes your legs higher, almost reaching your chest as he displays your wet, dripping cunt for his eyes to see. As he takes in the sight of you laying on the couch before him, thighs spread and swollen slit, he inhales your scent as a deep groan builds in his throat.
“Fuck… you really do smell amazing,” is all he says before dipping his head, not wasting any time before a flick of his tongue allows him the first taste of your juices. The sensation has you gasping, head falling back to the couch cushion and hands reaching to rest over his own that still grip the backs of your thighs. Another swipe of his tongue leaves you breathless, eyes screwing shut when licks from your dripping entrance all the way up to your clit.
He focuses on the spot that has your body trembling, performing steady circles of his tongue until you can’t resist calling out his name breathlessly. The tension begins to build, overwhelming all over your senses as the heat swallows you whole. He groans between your thighs, loving your taste, the way you drip with need, and how you shiver beneath his touch at the slightest of motions. Your head spins and the world drowns out around you as he eats you out to bring you pleasure and the fact that your heat has had you so worked up, you realize you won’t last long due to desperately needing release for days.
“God,” you cry out, voice strained and his name trembling on the tip of your tongue, “I’m-”
You don’t have a chance to warn him before the pleasure surges through your body, succumbing to the intense burn from your heat until every inch of you feels warm and lighter than air. He continues teasing your clit as your hips roll against his face, tasting you as you come undone with hardly any warning, lapping up your slit and drinking every drop of release you have to offer.
As you come down you continue to shake, finding the urge hardly satisfied though finding release at least once thanks to his tongue has you thinking a bit more clearly.
You swallow hard and close your eyes just as he pulls away from you, though you remain aching between your legs and needing so much more from him.
“Did you,uh… you came already?” From his surprised tone you’re aware he wasn’t expecting you to get off so quickly, but there’s no time to explain to him how your heat does that to you. You need more. You need him.
“Please,” you whimper, batting your lashes with a pout as you glance up at his glistening lips covered in your juices. “I need you to fuck me. I need to come again.”
His brows arch for a split-second, pleasantly surprised you’re already so willing to continue. Your eyes lower to notice the bulge in his jeans that looks painfully hard, ready to break free so you can sink down onto him as the final step to receive release. You lick your lips and groan while sitting up to reach for him, quickly tugging at a flimsy button and an annoying zipper to get to him.
“W-Wait.” He carefully pushes your hands away, though his troubled expression convinces you he doesn’t want to. “Let me go get a condom.”
His ears twitch and he runs a hand over his face, having a hard time pulling himself away for even a second, but he manages to disappear down the hall. Meanwhile, you make quick work of your thin blouse and flimsy skirt, dropping both to the floor before your panties and bra join in a messy pile. He returns to find you naked and waiting, fluffy, white tail swishing from side to side as if you’re ready to pounce him, matching white ears flattened and eyes narrowed his way. He licks his lips and nearly rips his t-shirt over his head before pushing his jeans and boxer briefs down to his hips, uncovering a thick cock that’s dying to be touched.
“Sit,” you command him, voice stern and needy, and he follows the instructions well once you’ve snatched the foil wrapper from his hand. As you climb over top of him, your lips crash onto his own, straddling his lips and tasting yourself on his skin. He groans against your lips, taking you by the hips to hold you in place for a moment, cherishing the feel of hot, soft skin against his own.
There’s a wild look in his eyes when you pull away. A look of pure lust and desire and it fuels your heat in ways you’ve never experienced. The ache returns at an incredible intensity, almost painful as you rip open the condom wrapper to roll down his hot, needy length. He groans at the slightest touch, and you realize just how much you affect him when you’re dying for your own release.
You waste no time aligning the tip of his cock with your entrance. One shaking hand attempts to hold him steady, feeling the head press against your folds, easing inside as waves of heat wash over you, telling you this is exactly what you needed.
“Fuck…” You can’t hold back releasing breathless curses as you sink yourself onto his awaiting cock, listening to the way a growl builds in his chest, so ready to have your warmth and wetness surrounding him. You ease yourself onto him, closing your eyes to cherish the feeling of him entering you for the first time, easing your ache and filling you up until your bodies connect. His fingers dig into your hips, holding you tight and not being able to resist pumping his hips into you once you’re settled on his lap.
“God, you feel incredible,” he groans out just as you gasp from the intense pressure of him within you, head falling back, jaw slacked, sweat dripping down his temple to tell you how desperately he needed to be inside of you. You remain still for a moment, adjusting to the feeling and allowing him deep within you to settle part of the intense burning of your heat. You lick your lips before exhaling a heavy breath, placing your hands on his bare shoulders to keep a tight grip. “You know… I could get used to this…”
His sudden deep, raspy voice catches you off guard, eyes fluttering open to see the look of pure ecstasy on his face. A slight grin on his lips. Eyes and brow relaxed. A subtle flush to his cheeks. Though you don’t say it, you agree with him. It feels nice feeling him inside of you, feeling his hands on your hips, having him so close and in the moment, it seems more intense than just a craving during your heat.
“Really?” you finally ask him, beginning to move your hips ever so slowly, just like you told him you wanted to.
“Mm, yeah,” he replies, smile widening just as he begins to push his hips toward you from between your thighs. He matches your slow, steady movements, fucking himself into you as you ride him, causing you to whimper his name to have him chuckling from how overwhelmed you’ve become. “You feel so damn good. So warm all wrapped around me like this. I don’t think… I don’t think I will be able to stop thinking about this even after your heat is finished.”
From his words, there’s a new warmth blossoming in your body. It builds in your chest in the form of anticipation and surges through you to fill you with hope. You bite your lip to keep from grinning, picking up pace while riding him. You squeeze yourself around him just to feel his hands tighten on your body and hear the way he growls deep and rough from the pleasure.
“I don’t think so, either.” You close your eyes again, feeling the bliss reach from your head to your toes, nails digging into his skin and the way his groans from the sting fills you with satisfaction. “I think I might… I might enjoy this way too much to not want it again.”
“Yeah?” he asks, and among the pressure building, the heat rising in your body, butterflies begin fluttering in your stomach from his words. “Maybe next time we can do doggy style.”
With that, he has you giggling before you’re moaning, feeling him pumping his hips with more aggression from below. You tighten your grip on his shoulders and grind yourself against him harder, faster, falling into a steady rhythm of pure bliss as the moment takes hold. You’re overwhelmed, beginning to shake as his cock hits you deeper and the effects of your heat make every motion, every touch or moan or whimper, so much more erotic. You succumb to the bliss with bitten lip, eyes shut tight, and a furrowed brow as you ride him through your second orgasm.
He holds you tighter and fucks you from between your thighs, pumping himself into you as you finally let go, calling out his name in a breathless whimper, body doubling over and resting against his own. He wraps arms around you, holding you still while feeling your dripping walls contract around his cock, so close to his own end after feeling you coming undone around him. A few more pumps of his cock within you brings him to that release, head falling back once again, groaning a few curses until he finally slows his pace.
Your body is relaxed as you both come down from the high. He slips out of you, but you remain resting on top of him. Your forehead presses against his own with shy smiles shared between the two of you, finally finding your body content and your heat no longer troublesome. You catch your breaths for a moment as he drags his fingertips across your bare back and you whimper softly from feeling so at ease with him, thankful he could help you through your heat while causing you to realize what you felt for him wasn’t due an insatiable need, but because you truly wanted to be with him.
He still blushes when your lips meet his neck even though you have been with him for so long. He blushes as if it’s the first time you’re kissing him, showing him affection or teasing him, with his face darkening and eyes lowering as he chuckles, and you don’t pull away from him because you find it so adorable. Your heart swells with your arms wrapped around him as the two of you stand at the bathroom sink, toothbrush between his lips as he tries to get ready for work, and your mind a million miles away from responsibilities.
“Can you call in?” you ask, reaching to pepper the back of his neck with more sweet, soft kisses. Just the way he likes. He smells like fresh body wash and good mornings, having showered before you woke up, and you were lucky enough to catch him in the middle of brushing his teeth before you rushed to convince him to stay home with you. “Let’s play hooky.”
“You mean me play hooky?” he asks after he rinses his mouth and sets his blue toothbrush in its holder, stepping aside to allow you room to follow him in washing off last night’s rest. “Are you trying to get me fired when it’s your day off?”
“Not if we want to afford a bigger bathroom one day,” you tease him as you squeeze enough minty fresh toothpaste onto your brush. He chuckles and shakes his head while you freshen up, washing your face with your citrus-scented soap after you’ve finished with your teeth.
By the time you’re fully awakened, you aren’t needing him any less. You find him pulling up his black slacks to match his black socks, and the black tie he’s already laid out for himself against the bed next to a white button-up shirt. You grin and make your way to him, a pout in your lips with your puppy dog eyes he can never tell no.
“Let’s have a little fun,” you continue with your convincing, interrupting him by gently taking the belt from his hands before he can position it in the loops of his pants.
“What kind of fun?” He arches a brow as he glances between your face and the belt, and the smirk that forms on his lips earns a giggle from you.
“Nothing like that, you pervert.” He chuckles as you reach for him once you’ve tossed his belt to the bed. “But maybe I could make it worth calling in sick.” Your lips meet his own and he groans into the kiss, eyes fluttering and for a split-second, he worries over no job, or responsibilities, and even his dreams of the two of you owning your own home and not a small, cramped apartment seem distant. His hands reach for your hips, holding you close, and you run fingers through the hair on the back of his head, earning another groan building in his chest before he pulls away.
“Now who’s the pervert?” he asks, earning a smack of your lips before a laugh is shared between the two of you.
“Fine,” you tell him with a shrug, turning on your heel to walk away from him. “If you don’t want to be a little naughty with me…”
“Well, hey, wait!” He catches up to you, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind to hold you in place, a squeak of your own filling the tiny bedroom the two of you share. “I never said that… what’s gotten into you?”
You shrug against him, giggling. “Hm, I don’t know…” You hum, melting into his chest from the way his lips press to the side of your neck, earning a cocked head a second later to give him access. “I guess I just woke up needing you today. Plus, isn’t it kind of fun to ditch work? It’s like skipping school when we were teenagers to go make-out in your car.”
“How old are you again?” he teases, earning more giggles the moment he holds you tighter and brushes his lips over your skin.
“Well, if you’re just going to be mean about it,” you tell him, playfully pushing him away with a pout.
“Oh no,” he suddenly says, voice lowering to earn your attention as you turn to him, “I think I’m suddenly coming down with something.” He raises his hand to fake a cough, and you shake your head when he can’t help but to laugh.
“So, is that a yes?” you ask, and before he can answer you, he’s reaching for his phone where he left it on his side of the bed to no doubt call his supervisor. One missed day can’t hurt. It’s not like they don’t work him to death at his job anyway. You can recall many nights he spent working over time, leaving you to grow tired and fall asleep without the comfort of his arms around you or his body pressed to yours. Maybe that’s what has you so needy this morning. You can’t ignore how much you miss him when you’re both busy with your own jobs.
He hangs up the phone after a short call, voice low as he pretended to be in agony, and you had to bite your lip to keep your laughter from being heard in the background. He’ll have to work on his sick voice, you think, but for today, it’s good enough.
“There, are you happy, you bad influence?” He grins and steps toward you, but you’re backing away out of the room.
“Very!” you beam. A whole day with just the two of you. No interruptions. No work, no papers to be filled, and no bosses to deal with. Just him, you, and your stomach that begins to growl. “I’m also hungry!”
With that, you turn to leave him as he smacks his lips and calls for you. “Wait! You said—”
His voice fades as you rush to the kitchen, but soon his heavy footsteps are close behind.
You shriek when he catches up to you, hand inches from pulling the refrigerator door open, until his arms pull you against his body by your waist.
“Did you make me call into work just to tease me?” he questions, voice lowering as he speaks into your ear, breath against your skin to have a chill running down your spine.
“Maybe,” you tell him, but you wish you sounded more confident now that his hands are on you and he has no distractions, just like you wanted. And as his hands begin to wander, from your hips to your stomach to finally rest against your breast to have you inhaling a deep breath, heat washes over you in pure desire. “What are you… what are you going to do about it?” you taunt him, though your voice wavers as he begins to massage your breasts, feeling your nipples tighten beneath your flimsy camisole nightgown.
“Is that a challenge, sweetheart?” he asks, voice deep and right next to your ear to have goosebumps flooding your skin. An ache settles between your legs, wanting his hands there and not teasing your breasts in the moment. Your head rolls back, eyes fluttering and you press your thighs together to dull the throbbing between them.
“Maybe,” you repeat, just to tease him further and earn a dark chuckle against your skin. You bite your lip, knowing the effects of being such a playful lover to one another, but it’s the reason you enjoy it so much. You love to tease and play, taunt and pretend to challenge one another until it leaves you both frustrated. In the end, the pleasure is worth it and spending time with him, loving one another, being together, is the only thing you care about. “We have all day together… so make it worth your while.”
He groans at your words, realizing the fact that there’s no rushing in the morning due to needing to be on time for work. There’s no excuses at night due to being tired, and there’s maybe later’s because you already have plans and can’t cancel. There’s only you in front of him, asking him for his attention, care, and love, and telling him he has all the time to make the two of you feel good.
“Come here,” is all he says, guiding you over to the small kitchen table before he’s assisting you in having a seat next to bills and junk mail scattered around from the day before. He pushes himself between your thighs and the legs on the table wobble a bit as he presses his weight into you, lips against your own, chest against your chest, and your heart races while you wonder if he can feel it, too. He kisses you with an urgent need that tells you he’s missed moments like this. Moments before the two of you became focused on work and money and the future instead of the present. He grabs your hips just like when you were dumb teenagers that didn’t know any better, only wanting each other though neither of you knew what you were doing.
You whimper his name when he pulls away and he smirks and blushes a bit, just like he always does. That will never change, because he loves the way you call out for him.
“You’re still a bad influence,” he tells you playfully, and you can only smile at him before he’s reaching to tug your nightgown over your head. Luckily for him, it leaves you bare underneath and his eyes widen with desire in every inch, just like it’s the first time he’s seeing you.
His gaze now has heat rushing to your face. He never fails to make you feel wanted, and you never forget to tell him how it’s the best feeling in the world.
“I should call in more often,” he says, earning a roll of your eyes before his lips are on yours once again. You pull him closer with fingers tucked into his slacks, until you tug on the button and zipper to have them falling below his hips. Messy, urgent kisses turn into his lips wandering down to your jaw, and then to your neck, earning whimpers of his name the moment your head falls back.
You call out for him, spreading your thighs farther, needing him inside of you. “I need you.” He groans against your skin upon hearing the words he loves so much. And maybe he loves it even more than you to be wanted, but he says nothing as he pushes his slacks and black boxer-briefs lower to uncover his hardened length.
Your impatience is soothed by a hand between your thighs, fingers brushing over your folds to earn another chill surging through your body. You lean back, hands against the table to hold your weight, thighs parting as far as they can as he teases between them. You whimper his name again just to see the way his eyes darken. He’s so obvious with his desire for you it almost makes you laugh, watching him lick his lips and hearing his heavy breaths as he finds your swollen bud to caress circles into your flesh. And maybe he should be the one to laugh when your eyes screw shut as the heat swells between your thighs, surges of pure pleasure racing through your body from feeling his touch after needing him so much.
“God,” you cry out, inhaling a deep breath before your hips begin to move against his hand, “I need you… inside of me.”
He takes one look at you with a haze over his eyes, licks his lips, and then lowers his fingers to your entrance. You reach for him as he slips a finger inside, shaky hands gripping his hair, pulling him close as he eases the digit inside of you. The ache settles before turning into red hot heat, igniting a fire inside of you as he pumps a few times into your walls tightening around him. Your lips press to his own, moaning against his skin to tell him without words how good it feels. And it doesn’t take him long to insert another, warming you up, working your body to a blissful point that you’ll be ready to take all of him. Your arousal drips onto his flesh as he buries his fingers into you with ease, and each time he curls the digits inside of you, you pull away from his lips with a gasp.
Your hips begin rocking against his hand, becoming greedy, wanting more of him. Your head rolls back and every thrust of his fingers inside of you feels better than that last, but you still want more. You still want him. So you gather the nerve to reach for him, one hand lowering from your fingers tangled in his hair to grip his length. The groan he releases has your body shaking. So deep. So full of need it’s almost worrisome, but it has the fire full of desire and burning so hot neither of you can stand it.
You drag your palm across his length with care, watching the way his eyes flicker with darkness and it won’t take much before he can hold out from being inside of you. You’re both on edge and wanting to be as close as you can to one another. You want him to fill you up while he needs you wrapped around him tight, with moans and kisses and I love you’s to seal the deal.
You moan his name first, giving in, needing him. “Please…”
He can wait no longer. He pulls his hand from between your thighs to grip himself, pressing between your legs once again to align the tip of his length to your entrance. And you pull him in with arms wrapping around his neck, lips pressing to his skin. He’s already breathless and impatient, but he takes his time easing into you, enjoying the first few moments of your heat around him and listening to the way you cry out his name in pure bliss. His body stiffens and he exhales the heaviest breath once he has filled you up, and your body shakes against him the moment he pulls you against his chest with hands on your waist.
“God,” he whispers, pressing his forehead to your own, “you feel amazing. So good, baby.” And he smiles and kisses your lips as if it’s the first time. His motions are slow and gentle. He’s careful, as if he’s still scared of doing something wrong after being with you for so long, but he takes his time to enjoy the feeling of the world stopping and you two being the only ones that matter.
Now you’re smiling when he pulls away from your lips. Your heart is so full and your chest swells as you tell him you love him, before moving your hips against him to ask for more. He pulls away just to thrust into you again, slowly, gently, filling you up all over again to leave your thighs trembling around him. You gasp as he pushes deeper, loving the little noises you make and the way your grip tightens against his body to tell him how incredible it feels.
You love the way he holds you and remains patient until you’re tightening yourself around him, needing more. He quickens his pace, overwhelmed in the moment with the room spinning, succumbing to the pleasure of being inside of you and the feeling of being the only thing you need. You whimper his name once again, breaths heavy, nails digging into his skin. His lips fall to your neck to pamper your skin with kisses, little nibbles and swipes of his tongue, and you feel so alive in the moment with him. Your hips move with his motions. He holds you tighter with a desperate grip. He makes love to you just like you asked, with no distractions, no worries.
He slows down when he feels himself growing close, and you almost want to whine until he reaches between the two of you to guide your body to rest against the table. You lay bare before him with him buried between your thighs, and his thumb presses against your flesh to perform circles that have the pleasure building in the pit of your stomach.
“Don’t stop,” you cry out, back arching from the table as he thrusts deeper inside of you.
“Come on, baby,” he encourages you with a deep, raspy voice, though his tone is soft, urging you to let go. “Come for me.” He continues circling your swollen, aching and throbbing bud with his thumb as he pushes in and out of you with long, steady strokes.
Your body trembles against the table, thighs pressed to his hips. Your head rolls back, eyes shutting so tight you see stars, but the first wave of pure ecstasy washes over you a second later. Your mind grows numb, focusing on the heat swelling to every limb, the pleasure flooding your body, and the way he picks up pace as he pumps himself into you through your release. You squeeze yourself so tight around him he can’t help but to curse beneath his breath, gripping your thighs with nails digging into your soft flesh.
He continues loving you as you come down from the high, sensitive, overwhelmed, but still loving the way it feels to feel him so close. It won’t take much for him to find his own release after watching you come undone, you’re well aware, and with his help of two hands pulling you from the table, you wrap your arms and legs around his body.
“Come for me,” you whisper in his ear, holding him close, whimpering against his skin when he thrusts just deep enough. “Please, come inside me.”
He groans at the words you knew would affect him in all the right ways, head tossed back and jaw slacked. Sweat beads on his forehead and his nostrils flare. His brow furrows, but he looks stunning when he’s so out of breath while making love to you. He keeps his hold on your thighs, continuing his pace until the pleasure washes over him just the same. His hips slow and he leans his forehead against your own a second later, spilling inside of you, gasping for air and groaning when you move your hips against him to receive every drop of his bliss.
He pulls away with his hands resting on either side of you as he attempts to catch his breath. You grin and brush the hair from his eyes as well as a few damp strands from his forehead.
“C’mon, sweaty,” you tease him the moment his breathing has settled and he’s adjusted his slacks to cover himself, “let’s get cleaned up, and then I’ll let you make me breakfast.”
“Let me?” He chuckles before kissing you, and you linger for a few seconds too long just to make the moment last.
“Mhm,” you say, sliding down to stand on your feet with his assistance.
“And what would my queen like this morning?” he asks with a playful tone as he reaches to pick your nightgown up from the floor, slipping it over your head without hesitation. “Eggs? Toast? Bacon?”
“Hm,” you hum in thought, and then grin, “all of the above. I worked up an appetite.”
“Okay, but—” He stops following you out of the kitchen to glance over his shoulder. “—we should probably clean the table first.”
The sight of blood isn’t one you see too often, and if you’re being honest it does make you a bit queasy. Though you grin and bear it as you press a damp cloth to the stranger’s broken lip and you can just hear your mother telling you what an idiot you are for helping a human of all things.
The human man is passed out and has been for a while, you assume. You managed to drag him in after rolling his lifeless body on a thick enough blanket, settling him near the fireplace in your cozy cottage before deciding to clean his wounds. A bruised eye. A bloodied lip. A few scratches here and there and a deep red color stained into his thin linen shirt add to the unsettled feeling in your body, knowing your mother’s figurative words are probably right. You shouldn’t have helped a human so close to death, especially after figuring out it was no doubt orcs that have left him this way, but you’ve never been as cold-hearted as those dumb orcs.
You aren’t as cold-hearted as any of the creatures in your forest, even if elves have been known to be a bit twisted or deranged over the last few hundreds of years. You can’t fall in line with their beliefs, if you’re honest with yourself, knowing that any human that steps foot in your part of the forest has already decided his life isn’t worth living. The only question is where did this human come from and why did he manage to escape the orc’s clutches and bloodied battle axes with enough life to end up by the river near your cottage.
Regardless of your curiosities, you help the human as best you can, keeping him warm, cleaning his face, applying a few leaves soaked in healing potion you got from a shaman that lives to the west of the river against his eyes and lips while hoping for the best.
By sundown, the human begins to stir, groaning a bit and wincing. His hand rises, clearly trying to figure out what the damp substance is on his face, and it doesn’t take you long to rush to his side.
“Don’t move,” you warn him, reaching to gently peel the leaves from his face before tossing them into the crackling fire. “I managed to mend your face as best as I can, but I’m not so sure if the rest of your body has any injuries.”
The stranger blinks with curious, wide eyes, and he opens his mouth to speak until the pain of his busted lip gets to him first. He touches the open wound with trembling fingers, and his eyes settle on you once again. His gaze shifts from your own eyes staring down at him with concern, to the black robe that drapes over your shoulders, and all the way up to your pointed ears. He blinks again, not pulling his eyes away this time as his jaw slacks.
“It’s… not very nice to stare at someone’s ears, you know.” You straighten your back and clear your throat, and finally the stranger closes his eyes and touches the side of his head with his palm. “Especially one that saved your life.”
“S-saved me?” he coughs a little and attempts to sit up, to which you lean closer to aid him, hoping for no more injuries than than the ones you’ve tended to so far. “The orcs…” His words fail as he tries to remember what happened, squinting and hissing as he begins to clutch his ribs.
“Hey, take it easy,” you attempt to calm him, gently reaching to lift his shirt before spotting a dark purple swirl against his flesh. “Oh no…” You reach to press fingers against his body, earning another hiss as you do so as he pulls away from you.
“Fuck,” he cries out, grabbing his body with one strong arm wrapping around his torso, “that hurts. Those fucking orcs…”
“Take a deep breath in.”
“Hu-what?” He blinks at you, to which you can only shake your head.
“Take a deep breath,” you tell him again, this time your voice comes across more stern as he follows your instructions, “and release it. Does it hurt?”
He hesitates for a moment, then shakes his head. “No, well not anymore than before. Mostly when it’s touched, I guess.”
“Good, then I don’t think you have any broken ribs. Just badly bruised.” With a sigh, you raise his shirt higher, running gentle fingertips across the opposite side, down his stomach, and then his back. To your surprise, he allows you to inspect him without any fuss, though he does take a few more deep breaths here and there to tell you he’s still a bit sore.
“Are you like a medic or something?”
“No,” you reply casually, “but I have known a few healers in my day. I’ve learned a few tricks, but that doesn’t matter. You’re human…” You glare at the stranger as he slowly nods.
“Yes?” He pauses for a moment, then grins through his pain. “And you’re an…”
“An elf, yes, but that doesn’t matter. What were you doing out here? You have to be aware it’s dangerous for humans, right?”
“You don’t seem so dangerous.”
You’re taken back by his comment, but you quickly realize he’s trying to distract from your question. “I’m not, but it doesn’t change the fact that there are creatures out here that despise humans. From the state you’re in I’m sure you’re aware. You’re lucky you aren’t dead, uh…”
He finishes the sentences for you by giving his name, smiling as he introduces himself and though his lip is still a bit swollen and broken, and his eyes is bruised but he can at least see out of it, you find the heat swelling in your cheeks from the charming way he says his name and grins at you. “And yes, I’m human and I know how dangerous the forests are, but I needed to track down something to… to save someone’s life.”
Your ears perk at that, eyes widening once you hear his low voice become honest with you and you tell him your name in return before asking, “What do you need?”
He hesitates in answering, but then sighs and leans back against the blanket you dragged his body in on a day before. “I hear about your kind’s healing wells. The water from them can cure any sickness. I was on my way to collect a vial and ran into those orcs in the process.”
“I see,” is all you can manage, but the desperation in his tone, as well as the hint of sadness in every syllable, has your heart sinking. “It’s true… about the wells, but no human could get close enough to collect even a drop. It’s incredibly dangerous.”
Though you don’t mention it to him, you’re impressed he even managed to get this far. Your small cottage isn’t in the heart of the elves’ domain, but it is on the outskirts. Of course, he would have had to have traveled through packs of wolves, dangerous rivers, and even the orcs to make it this far, which only has your curiosities growing stronger for the strange human.
“I could get it for you,” you simply say, making his eyes pop as he pushes himself up to lean closer, all before hissing and clutching his bruised ribs once again.
“Really? You would do that?”
You shrug, and can’t help but to grin. “Sure, but then you have to leave. If someone finds out I’m helping a human, it won’t be a pretty end for either of us.”
It’s as if the realization dawns on him at once. The risk he’s taken to travel this far can’t be ignored, but now he understands even his presence could cause harm to those wishing to help him. He meets your eyes and offers a gentle smile behind a broken lip, and the warmth settles in your cheeks once again.
“Thank you,” he whispers, reaching to place a hand over your own resting against your knee, “thank you for saving my life, and for doing this for me. I’m not sure why you’re doing it, though, but I will forever be in your debt because of it.”
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Receiving the vial is easier for you because you’re an elf, of course, and because you came up with an elaborate lie to tell the guards protecting the wells. One simple cut of your hand with a blade proved to be enough evidence to inform them you manage to get into it with a lone rogue, desperately explaining how you don’t have much time before the poison sets in and you’re a goner. Quickly enough, you scooped up enough healing water in a small vial you carried around your neck, and you were off to your cottage even before the sunlight could fill in the small cracks.
The human awakens a little while after you arrive back home, just in time to smell the soup you have been stirring in a cast iron pot, scooping enough in two wooden bowls for the both of you. You make a place for him at the table just to the right of the fireplace near the front door, and he wobbles over as best he can considering his injuries.
“I did heal you,” you tell him, sipping some soup from your spoon and realizing it’s a bit too hot. “Though, the effects aren’t immediate. You will still have some soreness for a bit, but at least there are no scars.”
“Thank you.” He offers a polite smile and takes a large spoonful into his mouth to show how hungry he had been. He doesn’t bother worrying over the temperature before taking another large gulp, groaning as it fills his belly.
“I’ll take that as a compliment.” You chuckle while he nods and continues eating. “You might have to stay a few more days, however.”
He freezes, mouth open, spoon just before his lips. “A few days?”
“Believe me, I know you’re in a hurry to get back, but with your injuries there’s no way you can make it out alive if you’re not at full health to be on the run.” He blinks at his soup, obviously pondering over the thought, and then simply nods as he takes another mouthful. “I’m sorry. I-”
“It’s fine, no need to apologize.” He drops the spoon and gives you a reassuring smile. The wound on his lips is nearly gone. All that’s left is a sliver of a scab, and his eye has faded in color as well. The other cuts over his flesh have mostly disappeared as well, and all that remains to bother him are his bruised ribs. “You’ve done so much for me. You saved my life, healed me, and received the vial as if it was nothing. I don’t know how I can ever repay you for all of those things, so please don’t worry about me, okay?”
You can’t help but to smile at his reassuring tone, the softness in his eyes, or the way he expresses himself so carefully. Sometimes you wonder how it became so natural to hate his kind when you can’t find a single thing wrong with him. Now more than ever you decide to stand by your morals and not give in to the hatred the rest of your kind, or the other creatures in the forest, feel and instead do only what you feel is right.
“Give it a few days,” you tell him. “After that, I’ll make sure you make it home safely, okay?”
The next few days are spent on helping him heal, as well as feeding him, and making sure you don’t bring attention to your small cottage in case any elven guards were keeping watch close by. You soak the bruises on his ribs with more healing potions and leaves, and allow him enough time to rest while you busy yourself with picking fruits and vegetables in a garden behind your home, and cook for him so he can regain his strength. You surprise him by making different soups or porridges to the best of your ability, though after all the years spent alone and only having to worry about yourself, you find it exciting to be taking care of someone else. You get to know him a bit better, as well, listening to his stories of his family, his job in his own kingdom as a carpenter, and even of the parades the humans would have to celebrate different occasions. You have to admit you have a certain fascination for not only him, but his kind as well, and the more he tells you, the more you want to hear every single detail.
He listens to you, as well. He hangs on to every word as you tell him of your time living among the other elves, before venturing off on your own and deciding you enjoyed the peace and quiet more. Other than the occasional wolf that disrupts your garden or troll passing by, you don’t get to see too much, but you prefer it that way. When you inform him he is the most exciting thing to happen to you in a while, the laughter that spills from his lips fills your whole chest with warmth, finding comfort in the human’s presence when you never expected to.
“We should bathe you in the springs today,” you inform him a day before he’s set to leave, just after lunch when you’ve decided that his wounds are healed enough that he should not only be able to walk around, but clean them properly.
He agrees, and together the two of you make the barefoot trip down to the closest river with vials of different scented soaps in your arms, and a change of clothes for you. Once you arrive, you’re more hesitant than usual to undress yourself, mostly because it’s been years since you’ve bathed with anyone else. So much time spent on your own in the middle of the forest has made you a bit more shy, you realize, and you’re even more hesitant when you see him effortlessly stripping himself of his clothes.
You tell yourself to look away, but you can’t help but to peek from the corner of your eyes as he peels his shirt over his head, noticing the bruising on his ribs is barely visible thanks to the potions. As he tugs on the string to his pants, you finally force yourself to stare down at your bare feet sinking into the water, sending a chill through your body from the sudden drop in temperature.
“Are you not joining me?” he asks, noticing a hint of a cockiness you were once warned about was common with humans. He chuckles and steps into the river, and you dare to peek at him once again to see his naked body settling in the water. The sun shines down on his skin through the gaps in the trees surrounding the two of you and your heart races when you realize just how hard it is to pull your gaze away. “It feels nice!” he adds with a wide smile, and you bite your lip and build up the confidence to finally undress.
You untie your robe from around your neck to fall to the grassy ground beneath your feet, all before tugging the few buttons of your dress before the fabric settles around your ankles. The moment he takes in the sight of you, his jaw slacks and your face fills with heat beneath his gaze. With a gulp, you walk completely naked into the river to join him, goosebump flooding your skin as the cool water contrasts with the way your body begins to burn.
“So this is how your kind lives?” he asks, grinning and playfully splashing water in your direction to have you giggling. “So free and open like this?”
“Some of us, yes,” you admit, splashing him with water in return just to hear him laugh. “Though, I’m mostly alone when I bathe. I’ve been alone for quite some time now, as I told you before.” Your heart pounds against your chest as he steps closer, now standing over you and peering down at your naked, wet body beneath him.
“Can I return the favor?” he whispers after a few moments, causing your lips to part as you inhale a sharp breath. “You’ve done so much for me. You saved my life. I want to return the favor and take care of you now.” You aren’t sure where his confidence came from, but as he speaks he raises a hand to your cheek, cupping your face and staring into your eyes. The only thing you can do is nod your head while trying to remember how to breathe.
Once he has your permission, he grins before leaving you in the middle of the calm, cold river to grab a vial from where you left it near your pile of clothes. When he returns, he has the cork popped before he holds the opening to his nose, inhaling the sweet scent of honey.
“Can I bathe you?” he asks for permission and you swear your heart will stop at any moment. But you nod, finding yourself at ease in his presence and understanding his intentions in wanting to take care of you. Though you never expected to be in the nude with a human in your favorite bathing spot as he lathers up soap in his hand and stands behind you, you find yourself wanting it, wanting him. Wanting his touch, his hands on you, his body close. You trust him, and you allow him to run his palms along your shoulders, instantly relaxing beneath the soft motions as he cleans you.
“That feels good,” you sigh, finding all the tension leaving your body while his hands wander. He says nothing, focused on his task of taking care of you, caressing from your shoulders, down your arms, to the small of your back, and he pauses as he reaches the swell of your ass just above the water line where skin meets the river. You almost want to grin at his politeness if you weren’t already so hot from even his simple touches, but you know you need him to continue either way. “It’s okay,” you tell him.
“Are you sure? I don’t want to do any-”
“I want you to,” you confess, closing your eyes and trying to not think about the way your voice trembles while speaking the words. “I trust you, and I want… I want you to touch me.”
The voice doesn’t even sound like your own speaking words that are so unlike you. You never had such desires before, but you also have never met someone like him. Someone so kind and polite, someone that appreciates you for you and your own kindness, instead of just looking at you as a forest creature like the other humans would. You have found a way to connect, and feel comfortable with him, and though what you’re asking is so foreign to you, you know you can’t stop now.
He believes your words as he slips his hands from your waist down to your ass, keeping with his soft motions as he cleans you, He touches your body with gentle touches, hands now wandering to your front begin massaging the soap over your stomach. His palms rise over your ribs, palming your breasts to receive the softest moan from your lips. You can’t help but to close your eyes and give in to the pleasure, head falling back against his bare shoulder, chest pushing into his hands to ask for more.
He senses your desire, deciding to grasp your hardened nipple between his forefinger and thumb, tugging gently until he hears you gasp in pleasure. His other hand continues to massage your breast, soapy suds dripping down your body as a deep ache settles between your legs.
You mutter his name with a trembling tone, collecting enough of your senses to pull away from him. You meet his eyes once you turn your body to face him, and you can’t help but to notice his fully hardened length just beneath the water’s surface. “I-I was supposed to be bathing you and your wounds.”
He grins at that, and your heart flutters from how much you enjoy the sight. “Like I said, I wanted to return the favor.” Then he sighs with his eyes focused on you. “I want to take care of you. I want… well, not to seem like some pervert but… I would love to do more than that. Than just bathing you, I mean.”
Your breath catches in your throat as he tells you, and it takes a few seconds before you can breathe properly. “I… I’ve never been with-”
“A human?” he questions, hoping to ease your mind by how casually he asks. As if it’s no big deal to him.
“With… anyone,” you admit, voice so low you wonder if he heard it. “I’ve, well, I’ve never been with anyone. I’ve never had the desire to… until now.”
Your last two words reassure him, his eyes filing with hope to make your cheeks burn because he wants you as much as you want him. Though the thoughts have never crossed your mind of actually giving yourself to anyone, you do know at least a little about the bond that can be shared with two beings. After all, a few naughty fantasy scripts were passed around the elf domain when you were younger, detailing all the different creatures female elves had as companions in the quest for romance, most of them including humans.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t… uh, didn’t know…” His mumbling interrupts your thoughts of old fantasy stories and brings you back to reality, heart pounding because now you’re thinking of him and you, giving yourself to him, bonding with him in a way you never desired before he came along.
“It’s okay.” You offer a shy grin beneath the sunlight, finding the courage from the way your body begins to ache for him. “It’s okay because… I want that, too. I want you.”
He smiles wide enough to show his dimples, making your heart flutter once again. Together, the two of you finish bathing, cleaning one another with trembling fingers and anticipation building within. You rinse with the pure waters of the river before he guides you back to the bank where your clothes are resting, gently settling your body over your robe and dress to lay before him. He glances down at your bare body beneath him, admiring the sight before he leans closer, pressing the softest kiss to your lips that no romance story could ever do justice. You whimper against his skin, body full of warmth thanks to him and the way he takes care of you, and he settles between your thighs once his lips begin to roam.
“If something catches you out here…” you attempt to whisper to him, but his lips on your neck cut off your train of thought.
“Don’t think about that,” he tells you, voice deep and needy in your ear, “just focus on how I make you feel, okay?”
“Mhm,” you hum, eyes closing tight as his mouth trails down to your chest, between your breasts.
“If you feel uncomfortable,” he says between kisses, “tell me.”
“O-Okay,” you stutter as he presses his lips to your erect nipple, not being able to help the way your back arches from the clothes laid out beneath you.
“And if something feels good,” he adds, pausing to run his tongue around your nipple to earn a whimper, “tell me.”
“Th-That feels good,” you can’t resist whispering to him, every touch of his like fire burning hotter within you. He repeats the action to your other breast, kissing your flesh softly, tasting you with a swipe of his tongue.
Your body settles against the ground as he moves on, pampering kisses here and there, taking his time as if he’s not the only human in a forest of creatures that hate him. He grips your hips as he lingers near your mound, and the ache deepens as the desire rises. Heat swells from below, setting your body on fire with anticipation for his touch, the pleasure he offers, the promise to take care of you and make you feel good in a way you never wanted before he came along.
“I’m going to taste you now,” he says just as he settles each of your thighs against his broad shoulders, and before you can speak a word, his tongue dives straight between your folds. Your back arches as a gasp falls from your lips, feeling the wet muscle licking up your slit to have his saliva mixing with the juices already dripping from your entrance. He groans as he pleasures between your thighs, and the only thing you can do his whimper his name and clutch your hands in tight fists at your sides.
You cry out, mind spinning from the circles he licks around your swollen bud, “I-I…”
“Is it okay? Do you want me to stop?” he asks, pulling away from between your thighs to stare up at you, your eyes shut tight, your hands in fists.
“No, I… I like it,” you sigh, body relaxing as you come to terms with pleasure you have never experienced before, “It feels so good, please…”
He smirks once he gets the hint, and a quick glance down at your fists by your sides gives him an idea to help you relax a bit more. “You can hold onto me, you know,” he informs you, “my hands, my hair… whatever helps.”
With that, he buries his tongue between your thighs again while holding tighter onto your hips, sending your body trembling as the bliss fills every inch. You take his advice and reach for him, slipping your fingers between the strands of his hair while you call out his name once again. Your voice is so shaken, so weak and desperate and so unlike you, but the pleasure he offers has you caring less and less. He tastes and teases you, licking between your thighs and groaning as you become more aroused, more wet, just for him. His skilled tongue bringing you to heights you have never been doesn’t take long for you to feel the tension of your first orgasm building in the pit of your stomach, heat swelling between your thighs until pure bliss spirals from between your legs to reach from your head to your toes.
Your back arches and you cry out once more, tightening your fingers around the strands of his hair and riding the pleasure filling your body. Your mind goes blank, focusing on his tongue continuing to tend to your body even through the waves of pure ecstasy, and when you begin to come down is when he finally pulls away.
He leaves you breathless with heavy lids and a racing heart, lying there so vulnerable and exposed to not only him but any prying eyes or eavesdropping creatures, yet you find yourself not caring a bit. You feel as if you’re in heaven and he’s to blame, not being able to stop a smile from spreading over your lips or the laughter that falls from them.
“That was… incredible,” you tell him in the quietest of whispers as he climbs up your body, pressing his lips to your lips, allowing you to taste yourself on your own tongue. The thought has the desire returning, wanting to be closer to this human man than you ever thought possible. You want him even more, even after he’s brought you pleasure and the desire you feel for him takes hold of your body and your mind. “I… I want more of you. I want all of you.”
You realize it may be your last chance. If he’s leaving the following day, the risks he would take to see you again would be far too great to ever return. You’re more than aware and though the thought crosses your mind of how hard it is to come to terms with this being your last day with him, you can’t let the opportunity slip by. You want to make it a memory you will cherish forever, and you want to be closer to him.
“Are you sure?” he questions, and you reassure him by slinking your hand around his neck to pull his lips down to your own. You kiss him as if to tell him it’s okay, to tell him your honest thoughts as if he can feel what you feel. And he agrees with you, making it known he wishes to cherish the moment just the same as he kisses you in return. “I have never met anyone else like you,” he tells you as he positions himself between your thighs once again. His hand slips between the two of you, fingers brushing over your most sensitive parts to make your body tense for only a moment before you relax beneath his touch.
“I could say the same,” you reply, eyes fluttering as he begins to push his fingers inside of you, and they screw shut as he buries them slowly into your body. “Gods…” you exhale, licking your lips, concentrating on him entering you, listening to the messy, wet noises left over from the previous pleasure he offered.
“Relax, okay?” he whispers, slowly moving his fingers in and out of you, watching the expression your face makes, the way your eyelids flutter, your lips part, your brow creases when he pushes back into you. “I want to take care of you.”
You give in, releasing all the tension in your body as the pleasure takes hold once again. Your hips begin to move and your heart races faster, never having imagined yourself in such a position before. Never even thinking you could end up taking care of an injured human and in return, connecting with him so much so that your body aches for him without even realizing.
When he senses you’re relaxed enough, he draws his fingers from you before aligning his length with your entrance in return. You take a deep breath, eyes closed, thighs trembling as they rest against his waist, and you allow him to enter you with a slow, gentle push of his hips. In an instant you’re gasping, clinging onto his shoulders for dear life, nails digging into his skin as you adjust to the feeling of being so full because of him. The trees around you blend together and everything drowns out, only focusing on being so close, so connected with him.
You whimper after a few moments when he hasn’t moved, knowing he wanted to make sure you were alright, but growing impatient once you both realize how much you enjoy it. He gets the hint, beginning to move his hips in time with yours, creating a slow, cautious rhythm of long, deep thrusts to have you gasping in return.
“Tell me how it feels,” he whispers as he leans closer. With his body pressed against your own as you move together, you’re unsure if you can even form proper sentences, becoming so lost in the pleasure and the feeling of him inside of you. All you can do is nod and crane your neck to kiss him, pulling him closer, wrapping arms and legs around his body as he picks up pace.
He thrusts a bit quicker, a bit more desperately. He loses himself in the pleasure as well, feeling you squeeze yourself around him as deep groans build in his chest. You whimper his name, gasping here and there, head falling back when he thrusts even deeper and crying out his name when the warmth building in the pit of your stomach returns. Every pump of his hips sends you higher, so lost in one another all you can do is hold onto him and allow him to take care of you like he promised, and he groans against your ear and kisses your neck to let you know he’s loving it just as much.
The bliss takes hold of you both, one after another and you experience pure ecstasy for the second time thanks to him. You’re breathless with your minds spinning and your bodies completely spent, and after the high crashes down, he holds you close to his body as the sun begins to set behind the trees. You lay there for a while, listening to one another breathe, the crickets chirping in the distance, the soft flow of the water barely heard from the bank as it passes over the rocks. You cherish the moment with him for a while longer, burning the feel of his body next to yours in your memory, as well as the warmth of his large hands on your body, the sight of his eyes peering back at you and his grin.
Morning comes before either of you are ready, but you don’t fight the fact that he has to leave you. After all, he has a mission to complete, and you hand over the vial of healing water with a heavy heart. Though neither of you want to be the first to say goodbye, and he lingers near the edge of your garden after you’ve walked him out of your cottage.
“Maybe I could-”
“No,” you interrupt, already knowing what he wishes to say. “It’s too dangerous for you to return here.”
“But I-”
“You can’t,” you simply whisper, stepping to cup his cheek and look into his eyes. “If something happens to you, then I’ll never forgive myself. So just… stay away, okay? Don’t come back, please.”
He looks away while he bites the inside of his cheek, but he holds his tongue. From his expression, you’re sure he wants to argue, but maybe he knows there’s no argument to be made. It is too dangerous, and it’s risking too much just to see one another.
“Maybe you could visit me?” he asks, hopeful and it makes you grin.
“Your humans would take one look at my ears and take me as a prisoner if I stepped foot in your kingdom… or worse.”
“I would protect you,” he adds, but his voice is low because he already knows it’s just not possible. “Thank you again… for everything.”
You almost miss the words due to his quiet whisper, but they manage to take hold of your heart and squeeze until you feel as if you won’t be able to breathe. You aren’t sure how such a short time with him has made you so fond of this human, but you decide not to question it. You would have done the same for any creature, whether it be human, or elf, or those dumb orcs, but you admit you were glad it was him that ended up near your home, needing care and shelter. You’re glad it was him you become close with, and you’re even glad it’s him you’re saying goodbye to with a gentle kiss on his lips, happy to have known someone so kind and gentle you could share a part of yourself with and cherish forever, even if it was only for a short time.
a/n/: this was another “trick-r-treat” smut that had no name, so i’m naming it bloom because it makes me think of troye sivan’s “bloom”, it fits the vibe~
Being the late bloomer of your pack feels like a curse was placed on you from the very beginning. Being a werewolf while watching all of your friends grow up alongside you, shifting, learning the ins and outs of your kind, playing together while running through the forest and howling beneath a full moon, seems like nothing short of a cruel joke. Life was never easy on you, feeling like you didn’t fit in with humans because there was something different about you, while also never feeling like you fit in with the other wolves your age because you couldn’t shift like them.
Not to mention your pack treating you different. The elders were, of course, sympathetic. You aren’t the first werewolf to have trouble shifting and adjusting to the changes of your kind. But they pitied you, and in the end, it made you feel less than them. The wolves your age teased you, always giving you a hard time even if they meant it as playful banter. You couldn’t help your feelings when their words got to you.
There was always him, however. Whenever the other wolves learned to shift for the first time around their teenage years, running off to sprint through the woods and feel the wind in their fur, your best friend always stayed behind with you to make sure you weren’t lonely. Though, you always put on a brave face for him, telling him to go play with the rest of them. As you grew up and friends around you began to find relationships and even potential mates (either for a lifetime, or just one night when in heat), he was always close by to keep you company so you didn’t feel left out.
Admitting your guilt for holding him back would only be admitting you didn’t fit in. You tried to assure him there was no need to take care of you, but after having grown up with him, your parents and his being close friends in the same pack from an early age, you learned he was going to look out for you and be there for you whether you liked it or not.
“Hey, wanna go for a run later?”
Even if the other wolves, your friends, continue to give you a hard time.
“You know she doesn’t, Josh,” he growls at another wolf from your pack while walking behind him down the street to a cafe favorited by all of you. He stays close to your side as Josh throws his head back and laughs, and you force a smile so they won’t know how much it hurts.
“I’m just teasing,” Josh says, turning around to give you a wink. You know the other wolf means well, just like everyone else in your pack. He would never actually want to hurt your feelings and you’re sure if you told him how you honestly felt, he would knock it off. Admitting it is the hardest part. Facing the fact that you’re different from your closest friends and can never truly be a part of the pack like they can is what truly hurts.
“What about you?” Aria, a wolf your age from the same pack asks your best friend while looking behind her between the two of you as she walks beside Josh. She offers a sweet smile while tucking her long, blonde strands of hair behind her ear. If you were considered a late bloomer, she was the earliest. She knew how to shift before even becoming a teenager. It stings all the more to know she’s twice the wolf you will ever be, and is always trying to get him to shift and run with her.
“Nah,” he says with a shake of his head, stuffing his hands into the pocket of his jeans and looking down at his feet scuffing against the sidewalk, “I think I’ll stay back tonight.”
You can’t help the pride that swells in your chest, even if you know it’s wrong. You’re sure he just wants to stay with you so you don’t feel left out. Though, you’re aware she is only doing what you would do if you were in her position. It’s what any wolf would do, so you don’t blame her in the slightest. Jealousy over the fact that she has the option to shift and run with him doesn’t even begin to describe it.
“Suit yourself,” she says with a shrug just as the four of you reach the small cafe. Josh and Aria head inside, and you would follow them if he didn’t stop you with a gentle hold on your arm.
“We’ll catch up in a second,” he tells them, but they’re already waving and saying hello to the friends the four of you were meeting there.
“What’s up?” Frowning, you turn away from the door to look at him. “What’s wrong?”
“I know it bugs you,” he begins, his voice falling to a whisper while rubbing the back of his neck and staring at the ground between the two of you, “their jokes, I mean.”
Laughing, you roll your eyes and shake your head. “It’s just Josh being Josh. It’s fine.”
“Is it?” Finally, his eyes meet your own. The mood has shifted to something more serious and you can tell he is trying to get you to open up to him. “I mean… it doesn’t bother you? That you can’t shift and do… I don’t know… the shit we’re all doing?”
A weight falls on your chest. How can you tell him it bothers you more than you can possibly explain? How can you tell him you don’t even feel like part of the pack at this point without feeling pathetic?
“What am I supposed to do?” Your voice is quiet as you ask. You look away from him, watching the tip of your sneaker kick and pebble and scuff against the concrete, heart racing like it’s trying to push the pain away.
“I can help you.”
You scoff, though your anger isn’t toward him. “How?”
“Just… I don’t know…” He releases a heavy sigh, shoulders slumping with a shake of his head. “We can figure it out, okay? We can work together on it and we can-”
Aria opens the glass door to the cafe to interrupt the two of you. Both of you turn to see her grinning after poking her head out, motioning to finally come inside.
“C’mon,” she says, reaching for your arm to pull you closer, “Josh is telling us about this human girl he’s into and it’s starting to get good.”
Chuckling, you follow her inside with him right behind you, thankful to her for getting you out of having to spill your heart out to him.
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He drags you out of your house a few days later while in the middle of binging on ice cream and watching terrible TV.
“We’re wolves!” he told you with a stern tone while watching you slip your sneakers on. “We don’t sit inside and watch TV all day! We enjoy nature!”
You wanted to roll your eyes but you knew he wouldn’t stop until he got his way. So you followed him out to your favorite spot deep into the forest and to the large lake at the very center. The two of you used to run away to the secret location as kids and hide out until sundown until one of your parents called you for dinner.
Now it’s the place he can always find you when you want to be alone, and it’s where you’re following him now until you see the familiar old dock and the blackness of the water swallowing the sandy bank.
“Why are we out here?” you ask him, already too hot, too sweaty, and too invested in your TV show to be interrupted in the middle of it. The ice cream wasn’t so bad, either, and you regret letting him take it from you to put back in the freezer for later.
“I told you,” he says before gripping the hem of his t-shirt and pulling it over his head, “I want to help you.”
You raise a brow, watching him ruffle his messy hair and flash a grin. “Does that require you being naked?”
Then his smile falls, and you can’t help but giggle. “I’m not getting naked, but if I have to shift…”
“Right, of course.” You nod, pursing your lips together. Ruining clothes from shifting is something you never had to worry about, at least. “Can’t wait to see what you have in mind.”
“Don’t be so negative,” he warns you with a wrinkled brow, reaching to shove your shoulder playfully. You aren’t trying to be negative, of course. But after spending all your life waiting for the moment when the wolf in you would take over, it’s hard to be optimistic about it.
“Sorry,” you sigh. “I really am grateful you’re willing to help.”
His smile returns. “I’m always here to help.”
Hecproceeds to explain his plan of helping you get in touch with your animal side, informing you he’s heard of wolves that had difficulty shifting due to them not being in touch with their emotions. After all, werewolves rely on their feelings allowing them to transform just as much as they rely on nature and their pack. You admit to him you never really thought about it before, always trying to push aside your feelings for the sake of others, and always trying to put on a brave face under the pressures of keeping up with everyone else. He informs you he thinks that’s the reason you’re having problems, and as time went on, it only made you shut that part of you away.
You admit it makes sense, and curse at him for being so smart. Though you are thankful, and you’re glad to have someone to take their time on you to help instead of automatically expecting so much from you.
“What do you think about?” you ask him after a while, settled on the bank by the lake, shoes off, leaning back on the ground while looking at the sun reflecting off the ripples in the water. “When you shift, I mean. What goes through your mind?”
“Nothing, really,” he admits with a chuckle. “Well, nothing now. It’s too easy to shift after so many years.”
His words suddenly steal away all the confidence you were gaining after learning what could possibly be your problem. The weight on your chest returns, reminding you that while they have spent years learning how to be werewolves just like their parents, you spent that time not fitting in.
“But a long time ago,” he begins again, sensing the sudden shift in your mood as you become lost in your thoughts, “I would think about what makes me happy, or sad, or angry. Anything at all. I would channel it and it’s like everything was released all at once the moment I turned. I felt free, and none of it mattered anymore.”
A moment of silence passes, your heart growing heavy. “It must be nice.”
“You’ll get there,” he says, nudging your arm gently with his elbow.
“I don’t think so,” you admit for the first time, releasing a heavy breath and closing your eyes. “If it hasn’t happened now. I mean, what if I’m not even a wolf at all?”
He bursts into laughter, and you frown at him. “You are definitely a wolf,” he tells you, settling into a smile as he looks at you. “I can smell it on you.”
“Ew.” Your face twists to make him chuckle more. “I… can’t even do that. I have no heightened senses. I can’t shift. I can’t… do anything.”
He can’t help but to throw an arm over your shoulders to pull you close. “C’mon now, baby wolf.” The nickname has you rolling your eyes even if a smile forms on your lips. It’s something he’s called you since you were little, when he wants to feel close to you, and he wants you to know he cares about you. Without thinking, you rest your head on his shoulder, eyes closing once again.
After a while, you call his name.
“Hm?”
“What do I smell like?” As you ask, your heart pounds in your chest, waiting for an answer even though you aren’t sure what to expect. Smells and scents never meant much to you, but you’re aware it’s something your kind finds important. He remains silent for a moment, lost in his thoughts and it isn’t until you finally pick your head up to look at him do you see his soft smile.
“What?!” You pull away from him, watching him chuckle. “Are you serious?”
“Mhm, but not just any regular chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream. You smell like the kind from the ice cream shop in the center of town, the one our parents used to take us to when we were little.” His smile grows wider as he talks, and you listen with a racing heart. “You smell like the rain on a sunny afternoon, when it was summer and there was no school and we could play outside until it was dark. You smell like… like fall leaves and dewy mornings. Like a clean pillowcase after a long day.”
As that, he pauses to laugh, though you assume it’s more to himself. A tint of heat rises to his cheeks, and you can’t pull your eyes away from him, or speak, or do anything but listen as he talks.
“You smell like everything that comforts me, I guess.” He turns to you to offer a warm smile. “Like home.”
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You left him with a promise that you would think about what he said. You told him you would consider trying to look deep inside yourself to realize your feelings, tuning into your emotions to channel everything you have ever felt in an attempt to shift. He left you confident it would work, and a few days passed without hearing from him. You assume he didn’t want to put too much pressure on you, giving you space to figure it all out.
So you tried your best as the days went on. One afternoon you sat down in your bedroom in silence, settling in the middle of your bed with no distractions. You focused on your feelings in the moment, trying to realize your true emotions deep down inside, but you quickly became frustrated when nothing changed. You weren’t even sure how you felt other than annoyed at yourself, and part of you believes that’s what is holding you back.
So you tried again, taking time out of your day to get some fresh air. You plopped down in a spot in your backyard, lucky enough to be away from neighbors that could witness your attempts. You closed your eyes, took a deep breath, and then realized you were making no progress at all. You had no idea what to think about, what to feel, what to do. You tried channeling your emotions, but all you felt was silly for sitting in the grass by yourself.
Then you gave up for the moment. It wasn’t until he called to meet him at the lake did you even think about your feelings and emotions, shifting and being a werewolf. You knew he was only calling to hopefully hear good news.
As you make your way to the lake, you wish you had something better to tell him. After a few failed attempts, you only feel foolish for thinking it could actually work. I’m not a real wolf, you remind yourself as you make the long walk to your favorite spot. I’m going to disappoint him.
Once you reach the lake, you realize he hasn’t made it yet. Sighing, you take a seat next to the water’s edge, trying to think of what you’re going to tell him so he won’t be too upset.
He’s always trying to help, you think. He’s stayed by my side no matter what.
Warmth feels your chest to replace the heaviness you usually feel when thinking about him. Your thoughts are suddenly flooded with him and all the ways he’s taken care of you throughout the years. From nights spent together when the rest of your pack was out running, to days sticking up for you when the others would give you a hard time. Even down to always trying to make you feel included when you felt like nothing but an outsider, he’s been your best friend through it all.
As the memories distract you, your body suddenly feels hot. Too hot. Sweat beads against your forehead, heat spiraling from the pit of your stomach to your fingers and toes. There’s an ache that settles in your bones and an itch deep into your spine that begins to drive you crazy. You stand from your spot at once, but your knees begin to tremble, your legs suddenly weak. You feel light headed but your body feels heavy. The world around you stops, but it’s as if everything is moving all at once.
One second you’re standing, and the next you’re falling to your knees, hands catching your body as they press to the dirt. Your back arches and you dry heave, skin burning so hot you swear you could melt. But suddenly it’s not skin anymore. Your hands don’t have fingers and your nose begins growing from your face. Fur lines your limbs in a blink of an eye before a groan rips through the forest, followed by a howl. Your hands, now large, sturdy paws, press into the dirt and your bones snap into place to make you feel sick to your stomach.
It happens so fast yet it feels like it takes forever. One second you’re human, the next you’re on all fours howling once again. The heat settles and now it feels so comfortable, so good. You spring forward, not knowing where your heavy paws are taking you but you need to run. Fast. Wind whips past you to tickle your fur and your sharp eyes narrow, zooming between the trees like lightning.
You keep running through the forest, not stopping or even slowing down. You’ve never felt this alive, this free. It’s as if everything falls into place and you’re finally the you that you were meant to be. A surge of power rushes through you, a burst of wild happiness and a sense of freedom all at once.
Suddenly, you sense something. You smell something. It’s a familiar scent, but it’s as if it’s the first time the smell is coursing through your nose. You breathe in deep, and a memory flashes through your mind. You’re suddenly eight years old, on the playground. You’ve fallen and scraped your knee. You see his round face with full cheeks smiling at you, telling you it will be okay, it will only sting for a moment as he puts a bandaid on you.
Now you’re older. A teenager. You’re crying and then there’s a blanket around your shoulders. Your head falls to a chest… his chest and he smells so sweet, so comforting. Like honey. You feel warm. His arms are around you. He’s so close and you’re safe.
The next thing that flashes in your mind is the ice cream he was just telling you about a few days before. Chocolate chip cookie dough. But that’s not what you smell. Suddenly he scoops ice cream from his bowl and give you a bite. It’s a cool vanilla with chocolate syrup. You feel like laughter will burst from within at any moment.
Finally you stop running. The scents become overwhelming, but only because they bring up memories to make you feel cared for, to feel loved and feel at home. Leaves crunching behind you pull your attention away from your thoughts even though the aroma still fills the air around you.
You turn to see fur the color of ash and mountain tops and bright yellow eyes staring at you. The wolf whines at you, cocking its head to one side before pouncing you without warning. You yelp and roll your body beneath him as he playfully nips your neck, knowing it’s no one else but him. No one else but him could make you feel so much peace.
And one second you’re rolling around in the leaves as wolves, the next you’re shifting back into your human form before you can stop yourself. The fur turns into skin, paws into fingers. Your back straightens against the messy leaves and dirt to leave you panting while still naked on the ground. He follows your lead, though you’re sure he has more control over shifting than you do, but it’s only a few seconds before he’s human again. He collapses on the ground next to you, only your heavy breaths can be heard among the whistling of wind between the branches and the chirping birds. You lay there beside him in silence, but you’ve never felt more comfortable.
A few moments pass before you hear him rustling next to you. Turning to look, you see a grin on his lips as he stares at you, and you can’t help but smile in return.
“So…” he begins, dragging the word out and still a bit breathless from running. You giggle again, knowing he wants to know what came over you, what tipped you over the edge from human to wolf. If you’re being honest, you aren’t completely sure. All you know is one minute you’re trying to get in touch with your emotions, the next you’re lost in daydreams and memories of him. “Are you going to tell me what happened or do I have to bite you again?”
Grinning, you prop yourself up onto your elbows. “I… don’t know, really.” You shrug as if it’s no big deal, but you know he won’t let you get off so easily. “I did what you said. I tried to channel my feelings and…”
“And?” He raises his brows, leaning closer and you can feel his happiness for you radiating off of him.
“And…” You take a deep breath, smile fading, looking into his eyes to make it easier to say the words. “I could only think of you.”
“Me?” He gulps, tearing his gaze away as if he’s trying to make sense of it.
“I thought of the way you made me feel,” you admit to him, voice so low because if you were to speak any louder, he would hear the tremble in the words. “I thought of how I feel for you.”
He can only blink, then turn away from you so he sits up straight, arms resting on his knees. You follow him, sitting beside him even if you’re too scared to meet his eyes in the moment.
“How do you feel about me?” Now his voice is a whisper. Your heart pounds away inside your chest. Warmth builds from the pit of your stomach up to your throat, and you’re the one gulping this time.
“I feel…” Taking a deep breath, you close your eyes, but not before you notice him turning to look at you. You keep them closed as you speak the next words. “I feel like… you’re home to me.”
Finally, you look at him to see him looking back at you. You understand what he meant when he explained your scent. You understand what he felt in that moment, and even though it was buried deep down inside of you all this time, you finally feel exactly like him. You feel like you belong. You feel like you’re home when you’re with him.
Just like before, when he leans in, you feel the rush of happiness as the familiar smell of home fills your senses. Yet, he doesn’t stop there, slowly coming closer until his trembling lips meet your own. He kisses you like he’s been waiting so long to feel your skin against his, and you deepen the kiss with a whimper against his lips. He takes hold of you, pulling your body close, and you go to him. The two of you fall into the dirt once again, hands exploring one another, lips kissing lips and then trailing lower. You whimper his name a second before he climbs over you, taking control and you allow him to touch and kiss and do whatever he wants because it all makes sense to you now. You’re home to him because you’re his, and you were always meant to be. He’s yours, and he intends on proving just how much in the moment.
His kisses lower down your body. Your fingers become lost in the strands of his hair. A moan slips from your lips to disappear between the trees as his mouth wanders to your chest, to your breasts, kissing his way farther down. When he reaches your belly button, desire begin to build between your legs. Your thighs part for him as he goes lower, leaving a trail of eager, sloppy kisses along the way until his tongue finds a new way to make you whimper.
He pleasures you with his mouth while you become lost in the moment. You’re his and only his, and you call his name in a shaky voice to remind him of it. Heat swells in your body with his face between your thighs, groaning every time you moan and cry out. The animal in him comes alive as he claims you and makes you feel so, so good. Lost in ecstasy as the world drowns out around you, all you can focus on is his mouth on your flesh, drawing you closer to a release you never knew you needed.
He offers you that release with a firm grip on your hips. A deep, primal growl builds in his chest as you reach cloud nine, feeling you trembling beneath him while he earns every whimper, every moan, every call of his name with a diligent tongue eager to please. You feel so hot once again, yet so relaxed and taken care of. He tends to your body by making you come on his tongue. He claims you with his face buried between your legs and you ride out the pleasure against his mouth until you’re too overwhelmed.
He makes it clear he’s not finished making you his and becoming yours in return. He climbs over your body, settling between your legs so you feel the arousal pressing against you. Your arms wrap around him, pulling his body close as his lips crash into your own. You taste the remnants of bliss as he begins pushing himself into you, and you’re already begging him for more. His motions are desperate, but he doesn’t want to hurt you, he doesn’t want to rush or move too fast. He wants to cherish the moment as he eases himself inside of you, slowly, inch by inch until your head falls back and you’re crying out for more. He kisses you again as he fills you up, and your mind grows numb, feeling so close to him for the first time.
He enters you with ease, groaning at the feeling of your warmth surrounding him, gasping at the way you tighten your walls around his length and how you wrap your legs over his sides to hold him close. As you begin moving your hips, he begins to thrust inside of you, making you tremble all over again. You feel so full and so complete, so warm and safe and perfect in his arms as your wolf claims you. He kisses you tenderly, but his hips become eager. He pumps into you quicker, lost in the moment and the way you feel wrapped around him.
Moans and whimpers, grunts and growls, fill the air. You hold him tight while he pleasures you, so lost in one another that nothing in the world could matter more. He whispers into your ear how good you feel and you can only beg him for more. He takes care of you in a new way that becomes overwhelming, suddenly so full of the emotions you had trouble connecting with before. He brings out the wolf in you while offering pleasure, filling you up, making you come once again as he does the same. Your bodies move as one to claim one another, to make love to your wolf, to feel a new kind of bliss you have never experienced before. You find release in one another as a sweet, hot wave of pleasure takes hold.
As you come down, he keeps you close. He holds your body, he kisses your forehead. That familiar scent returns and you understand everything now. You understand what it means to belong, because now you belong to him. You understand what home feels like, because you found it in him.
