I Want It, But I Don't

Gypsy was anxious. This was nothing new, but she was anxious to the point that she feared reverting to her former, sullen, withdrawn ways. The tiny plum and snow fae had blossomed while being a part of the band. The wolves around her had helped the little blind woman to realize her worth. After being used and abused for so long, it had taken a lot of work to break her out of her sense of worthlessness. She had been an object before and nothing more. Now she was so much more. She was becoming independent. She could traverse the land with much more ease. She didn't need to be babysat anymore. Gypsy was coming into her own. Why then was she feeling this way?

Indigo.

Gypsy loved Indigo. Since the argument with his sister, the betrayal by Duchess and then the loss of the pups, the diminutive fae had only grown closer to the giant, maned man. She spent her nights with him, making sure that he was okay. Caring for him was second nature to her and she did it gladly. She slept beside him each night and woke up beside him each morning. All of the close contact had made her feel urges that she had never expected to feel. Though she was no stranger to sex by any means, she had never felt the desire for it. It had never been her idea in the past, but now it was an idea more often than she liked. Why was this a problem? Just thinking about having sex threw the young woman into a panic. The last thing that she wanted was to initiate intercourse with Indigo only to make him stop and possibly make him feel worse than he already did. He was a sexual being. The lost puppies had proven that. She didn't doubt that he missed such close contact. This was the one thing that Gypsy had been unable to provide for him and it made her quite sad.

Gypsy had moved away from the rest of the band so that she could think. The small fae fit her tiny frame comfortable against a little rise in the land. A thin blanket of snow covered the prairie and, aside from the purple patches, her pelt blended in with it. She rested her muzzle on one bent paw and sighed, her sightless eyes staring out into nothingness. How would she become okay with intimacy? Really, it was beyond her. She had no idea at all.

"Gypsy"