Penny couldn't quite contain her smile at Asher's decision, though she wrinkled her nose at the idea of a gun--what little she knew about them, Terry taught her so she would at least be safe around them, but she really didn't like the idea of them.
But Ash was right: it was time to bite the bullet. The Culling used them, they had be ready.
She twisted her head as he kissed her neck, nuzzling his cheek before leaning back a little to bury her nose against the soft skin just behind his ear, where his scent was strongest, tinged with the lingering traces of her and Terry both.
Soon, Ty would be there, too. On their clothes, their skin...in their bed.
"Clothing my hide." she finally sighed, pulling back to kiss him soundly. "Be right back--with my phone, too. I'm gonna text Rachel--squishy wolves unite and all."
Terry lost his ability to think for a second as Ty kissed him--a flare of lust, yes, but it was the way the tension bled out of him so quickly through that touch of lips, the fresh flood of safe home mate mine that made his brain short circuit and sort of...drift in a serene haze until their lips parted just enough for speech.
And hearing her say it--hearing it out loud, that this was real and she was safe and they were them, finally at last...it was all too much, in the best way possible--but it was still too much.
With infinite care, mindful of her injuries, Terry got his arms around her, his face pressed to the curve of her neck--and just held on, blocked it all out with the warmth of her body and her scent in his lungs, skin and soap and blood and all.
He held her until his head finally went quiet, until his heart and lungs felt like they fit properly in his chest again. Then he lifted his head with a soft, sheepish smile.
"Sorry--good now." he breathed, brushing his nose against her hairline briefly before he cupped a hand under her elbow to steady her. "Clean up and clothes now."
"And no cuddling without me!"
Terry glanced over his shoulder, and flipped off Penny as she giggled, head poking through the door before her arm followed, snatched her robe off the back of the door, and she vanished again.
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But Ash was right: it was time to bite the bullet. The Culling used them, they had be ready.
She twisted her head as he kissed her neck, nuzzling his cheek before leaning back a little to bury her nose against the soft skin just behind his ear, where his scent was strongest, tinged with the lingering traces of her and Terry both.
Soon, Ty would be there, too. On their clothes, their skin...in their bed.
"Clothing my hide." she finally sighed, pulling back to kiss him soundly. "Be right back--with my phone, too. I'm gonna text Rachel--squishy wolves unite and all."
Terry lost his ability to think for a second as Ty kissed him--a flare of lust, yes, but it was the way the tension bled out of him so quickly through that touch of lips, the fresh flood of safe home mate mine that made his brain short circuit and sort of...drift in a serene haze until their lips parted just enough for speech.
And hearing her say it--hearing it out loud, that this was real and she was safe and they were them, finally at last...it was all too much, in the best way possible--but it was still too much.
With infinite care, mindful of her injuries, Terry got his arms around her, his face pressed to the curve of her neck--and just held on, blocked it all out with the warmth of her body and her scent in his lungs, skin and soap and blood and all.
He held her until his head finally went quiet, until his heart and lungs felt like they fit properly in his chest again. Then he lifted his head with a soft, sheepish smile.
"Sorry--good now." he breathed, brushing his nose against her hairline briefly before he cupped a hand under her elbow to steady her. "Clean up and clothes now."
"And no cuddling without me!"
Terry glanced over his shoulder, and flipped off Penny as she giggled, head poking through the door before her arm followed, snatched her robe off the back of the door, and she vanished again.