That Time I Brought A Boy Home

The big boy soon joined her on the plush bed and Bowen could see the exhaustion on his face. No doubt he would sleep quickly and soundly. It was just as well. Bowen was getting that familiar itch. That burning in her loins that demanded to be dealt with before it consumed her. She tried to ignore it. Still curled in that tight little ball, Bowen had watched the steady rise and fall of Haiku's ribs as he breathed. The sight and sound had been like a lullaby. Soon she was asleep.

Bowen had no idea how long or how short her sleep had been, but she woke to that heat burning her alive. There was no more putting it off. If she did, there was no doubt in her mind that she would be reduced to tears by morning. The small fae unfurled her cream and copper body, leaning her back against the stone wall. One paw worked its way downward and began to move in a familiar rhythm.

The young fae worked and worked but all to no avail. She couldn't do this on her own. Her soft panting gave way to a groan of frustration, lips pulled back to flash teeth for a moment. She couldn't leave Haiku in the middle of the night to seek out some stranger. So she would suffer. By morning her mood would plummet, but what choice did she have? Already tears of frustration were forming in her eyes. What a mess.

"Bowen"