faelans_folly | (no subject)

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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I strip out of my dress at the top of the stairs and toss it into our bedroom. I take seconds only to pick up a loose fitting red tank top. I pull it on while I dart into one of the lesser used rooms and wait in the closet.

It's not hard to find out where she went, not with heightened senses. But I still make a show of searching for her before finally settling into one of the beds, as was tradition for the big bad wolf to do.

I wait in the closet until I hear the bedsprings creak and peek out through the slats. My breath catches when I see him lying there and stand, opening the door. "Grandmother. What big teeth you have," I say, my voice caught between amusement and the desire still flooding me.

"All the better to smile at you with, my dear," I say, giving her a broad grin as I watch her approach the bed. I want her badly and I can smell that she wants me too. It's a vicious cycle that I love getting caught in, feeding off each other's desire.

My grin matches his and I inch closer, reaching over to take one of his hands, my fingers playing along the length of each of his. "And what big hands you have, too."

"All the better to hold you with, my dear," I promise her, licking my lips with the long tongue of a giant cat.