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[everywere]

Now that I don't necessarily hate what I am I've been enjoying my differences a lot more. On days that I don't work I like spending time at the cafe with Maggie. A good part of the time I like doing that in my wolf form. While my mind is still my own there's something about being in canine form that makes it easier to focus on the here and now and take joy in the little things.

The customers, at least the regulars, have gotten used to me. They don't know I'm also Jack, Maggie's boyfriend, they just think I'm the friendly wolf-like dog that likes to play with them. I've even had a few kids ride me around the shop. It's hard to hate what you are when it makes little kids giggle. There's something about the freedom of being in my wolf form that makes it okay to be... playful.

Which is what I'm in the mood for right now, playful. That's why I'm here at the shop as a wolf, eagerly greeting costumers at the door or making a nuissance of myself with Maggie and the other employees by weaving myself around their legs. I could get used to being playful.

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[irishcoffee]

"One of these days, grumpy, I'll get a true, silly, giggle out of you," I say as my fingers slip under his waistband at his hips.

[everywere]

"Mmmmm, nit if you're looking for it there you're not."

I am definitely not complaining though. She can look for whatever she wants down there.

[irishcoffee]

"You sure? I'm sure I've heard a few interesting sounds when I look down here," I reply primly, despite the fact a button has somehow come undone.

[everywere]

I love it when she acts all proper while she seduces me. Maggie does a surprisingly good job of playing the "good girl".

"And you think some sounded close to a giggle?"

[irishcoffee]

"Perhaps," I answer in the same tone as the zipper drops very, very slowly.

[everywere]

I take a hissing breath as she undoes my zipper before giving a low growl. Apparently she's feeling a bit saucy today.

"You're bad."

[irishcoffee]

"Should I stop then?" I ask, still innocent, hands frozen where they are.

[everywere]

"No!" I say, a little more eagerly than I intend to. I never want her to stop doing things like this.

[irishcoffee]

The backs of my hands brush his lower belly. "Are you sure? I'd hate to be a bother."

[everywere]

"I don't mind a little inconvenience to satisfy her curiosity," I reassure her, pushing my hips up.

[irishcoffee]

"I'll try to keep the intrusion to a minimum." With a slight push, his jeans clear his hips.

[everywere]

I move almost instinctually to let her push my pants down a bit further. Despite her words I'm sure she'll be very intrusive.

[irishcoffee]

My fingertips ghost along his upper thighs, hipbones, the curve of his ass as my face remains impassive and prim.

[everywere]

"Find what you're looking for yet?" I ask, my voice a low growl of desire. She hasn't quite found what I want her to.

[irishcoffee]

"Nope," I answer tongue in cheek and slip my hands up under his shirt instead. "That definitely wasn't a giggle."

[everywere]

Oh, now she's just being cruel and left me wanting, which was perhaps her goal all along. So very, very evil.

"There were a couple of spots you missed checking."

[irishcoffee]

"Were there?" I ask, fingertips tracing his pectoral muscles. "I thought I covered them all."

[everywere]

"Mmmm, is that so? Or are you just.too much of a good girl to check?" I ask, leaning in to kiss her neck again.

[irishcoffee]

"Possibly. I might be a bit shy as well," I offer, and tilt my head to the side.

[everywere]

"Let me help," I tell her, putting my hand over hers and pulling it down to rest on my cock.

[irishcoffee]

"Ooooh," I purr a little, "yes, that is a help. I don't know how I could have missed something so...prominent." I stroke the velvet hard length once, slowly.

[everywere]

I give a bit of a yelp and jerk my hips a bit. It may not be a giggle but it's an involuntary action she can make me do all the same.

[irishcoffee]

"That was an interesting sound," I say on another slow, steady stroke, lingering over the tip. "Almost....mouthwateringly good."

[everywere]

"You are really, really bad," I groan, squirming at the idea of her mouth on me and all sense of self-restraint gone.

[irishcoffee]

"Am I?" I give him another slow stroke and lick my lips. "Is my being bad...a bad thing?"