The transition from
terrifying Alpha
to a concerned...
whatever she was trying to be
... was jarring. She didn’t move as I strolled past,
showing my back
to her as I picked up the plastic bags I’d intentionally dropped.
And the fact that she didn’t do anything
does not
mean she didn’t desire to. I could feel that proof as
goosebumps
flaring along my neck and twinges of static from the Intuition.
> This is bad for my heart, Vrika! I’m actually impressed she rushed around without undoing that already. You want it. I understand that. But please just quiet down. And this woman... didn’t hesitate to take it off. To make this change just because I voiced a light complaint. S-silly of her. This... this presumptuous wolf is thinking that she wishes I was the one wearing it like that, isn’t she... She’s changing the subject! <
Vrika whines back, surprisingly
also a little annoyed
. But for the spirit, it is because it did not want her to give up - and for her to keep trying to
make me wear her things
.
My companion is a
traitor
. Of course I’ve known that for some time, so I take a breath and try to continue this
small talk
.
"What advantage might that be?"
"The food truck vendors tend to be extra attentive when they think you might tip more than their entire dinner rush profit. Or buy out their whole business."
"Yes, I imagine they would. Have you?"
After a little laugh from her - an unexpectedly
velvet
sound that makes me
anxiously
adjust my grip on the bags - she shakes her head.
"No. I have tipped quite well, but nothing so excessive. And... I do not think offering the cook at a restaurant better terms to work for me counts as buying the whole business."
"I see. Well then. We aren’t getting any closer to eating by just standing here."
She smiled at my assertion and we began walking
almost naturally
side by side. Careful to maintain a distance that could be considered polite between
acquaintances
.
Despite how persistently the barks and whimpers from my wolf were. Or how my own eyes kept shifting so that
my periphery contained her
and not the
blue edges of the system
.
Nothing more than two people that
happen
to know each other going to
share a meal
.
Without
any
anticipation beyond that.
At all
. I tell myself.
[?]: I’d love for my current readers to drop a comment on the *level* of narrated physical intimacies that they actually hope to see from my couple in the future.
Full explicit details
- or
implied fades
with later ’sensual’ references?
I’m comfortable with writing both forms... but if I get a particularly 50/50 response from you all before the first encounter like that... I will then try to always provide R-18 level chunks into their own separate, narratively *skippable* Chapters.
Let me know your thoughts!