➹BEEPER

[intheblanks]

"It had better be an emergency."
→ PAGE
→ TEXT
→ CALL
→ ACTION
→ TROLL

Comments

[synanthrope]

[She's coming home from work, and the first thing she does is go say hello.]

[intheblanks]

[He's curled in a chair with some coffee, the two-day scruff on his chin evidence of overtime.

He doesn't hear her, as such, but he hears the door open and tips his head back with a smile.]

Hey.

[synanthrope]

[Her usual smile drops from her face when she's a foot away, and she goes stone still for a moment, staring at him.

And then she moves on top of him, pressing her nose against his skin]

[intheblanks]

[Well the frown is a worry. The next part... he's not entirely sure about - though he catches her shoulders in some kind of instinctive response to what doesn't feel anything other than primal.]

If you want me to shower, there are subtler hints.

[synanthrope]

[She gets off him, scrunching her nose]

I'll take you.

[To shower, she means.]

[intheblanks]

...All right.

[And he'll look at you like you're a crazy lady, Saya. But he gets up.]

You're not usually this bothered.

[Though she does often remark on the smell of disinfectant.]

[synanthrope]

[She leads him up to her shower, and she's stripping, the smell is everywhere]

You went into the woods.

[intheblanks]

Hours ago.

[He loses the shirt, watching her. Somewhere downstairs his coffee is getting cold.]

[synanthrope]

You met a man there. One who was alone, or who seemed alone, although there is more than one.

[intheblanks]

Why is a raven like a writing desk.

[Is what she might as well have asked him. He stops, top button of his pants loose but no more.]

What's going on?

[synanthrope]

You met a werewolf.

His scent is all over you. Not strong. Just there.

[intheblanks]

I- [Did he? Guy in the woods, knows trails. Huh.

Wait - all over him?]

We didn't do anything. Someone turned me back before I could run straight into the insane clown posse. Not the worst werewolf I've met.

[synanthrope]

[She may be exaggerating, for the sake of well.

She hates werewolves.]

It's a good thing he didn't touch you.

[She's naked, here. And she's going for hist shirt]

[intheblanks]

[Now may not be the best time to be hit by the half-held memory of dating a werewolf - a surly, aggressive blonde. It had been (he thinks) very casual. A very long time ago. As for tall, dark and brooding?]

He really wasn't my type.

[His shirt is half discarded already, his belt a work of moments.]

Although we might have to hang out more, if this is the reception...

[synanthrope]

[She wrinkles her nose]

He smells strong. It's all over the woods.

[Her hands go to take his pants off, too]

[intheblanks]

Heading out there with a power hose later? There must be other werewolves in the city.

[And he makes it only slightly more difficult by catching his hands around her bare hips and testing how close she'll come.]

[synanthrope]

[She pulls them both back and turns on the flow of water, that's how close.]

Maybe. But they don't go near you.

[intheblanks]

Hang on - hang on.

[Boxers, Saya. It's not the most graceful removal ever.]

Anyone would think you were jealous.

[synanthrope]

I hate werewolves.

[An admission of hate is as rare as an admission of love around here.]

[intheblanks]

Is he from your world?

[She has told him that, about the animosity (understatement) there.]

[synanthrope]

I don't know, and I don't plan on finding out.

[And she's under the spray of water, soaked in an instant.]

[intheblanks]

[He doesn't push her on it, this policy of non-confrontation. It's something to be grateful for, if anything.]

Nothing happened. He didn't come near me.

[Because it's just clicked what 'he didn't touch you' could have meant.

He moves under the spray, tipping his head back and shaking the water from his hair before looking across at her from under matted blond.]

Do I smell better yet?

[synanthrope]

[She hops away from the flow, tossing him a bottle of unscented soap.]

Yes.

[intheblanks]

[And he pouts as she moves away, looking down at the bottle.]

Tease.

[synanthrope]

[She turns and takes her own soap - this one with a very light scent, because if she's not hunting, she needs to fake it - and gets up a nice lather, and moves her hands on her skin, starting at her wrists then up]

You could get clean and then just fuck me, and we'll both be happy.