Why Mess Up A Good Thing

Alastor sat and waited patiently, almost statuesque, while Relm fumbled for words while doing everything she could to avoid looking at him. He tilted his head curiously to the side, trying to pick apart her expression and the subtle nuances of her body language. Interactions with her were almost like a game, one he greatly enjoyed and made her all the more endearing and intriguing to him. She stepped back, claiming on reflex that it wasn't like that, but still hesitated to say what was on her mind. Alastor didn't press, didn't coerce or pressure her. She would tell him in time. And so he waited, reading her movements and anxiety like a scholar would a historical text with rapt attention. Nothing in the world had more of his focus than Relm did. Eventually, she did indeed reveal what had caused the rift between them to open up again—but it was not what the Elysian alpha had been expecting. Relm admitted to her lecherous thoughts of mating and fucking with him on a constant basis. Yet she sounded... irritated? Frustrated by that fact? How bizarre... She went on, explaining how those thoughts had plagued her mind, kept her from sleep, occupied her brain. It was flattering, actually, in a strange and erotic way. Alastor couldn't help but chuckle and grin, dark eyes alight with amusement that that was what had kept Relm so distant from him.

"Well thank you! No one's ever declared my fucking to be addictive like that before," he replied to her with a humored smile on his face. All humor aside, Alastor could see this was a legitimate thing bothering the young Abraxas lady, and he wouldn't make light of the situation too much. He was just glad that was what it seemed to be! "You know, I've been thinking about you a lot too. Not just the fucking part, or how incredible you looked during it. But all of it. Though the fucking was a very, veeeeery nice part of it, heh." There it was, confirmation that Alastor had found that night as meaningful as she had. Even joking and calling it a mess for how it had made them distant again, Alastor had enjoyed that night thoroughly—not just for the amazing sex, but because it had bonded him that much closer to Relm, a wolf he cared deeply about. A wolf he considered a part of him now. Al didn't answer her rhetorical question about what he had done to her, instead shifting to rise to his paws and taking a few slow strides closer to her, not quite coming up on her yet, but closing the space between them some. He wanted the rift gone. He yearned for Relm to be close to him again, ached for her to find that comfort in him that she had found that night. More than sexual (but not excluding it either).

"I was afraid that I'd done something wrong when you began to avoid me again. I was afraid I'd hurt you somehow." It was exceedingly rare for Alastor to admit when he'd felt worry or guilt over his own actions. Relm was one of only two wolves he could open himself to like this, exposing all parts of himself, from lustful feral animal to emotionally and mentally damaged victim. "I'm kind of glad it's the opposite, actually." But that didn't resolve the conflict Relm was feeling. For Alastor, there was none. Relm was important to him. He cared for Relm. He was very attracted to Relm. Therefore, everything that followed came naturally as an extension of that. But Relm was having a hard time with herself, and he wanted to help her. Though she wasn't looking at him, dark obsidian eyes never left her. They watched her, locked in to her youthful face, searching for anything they could get from her. "What do you want me to do, Relm?" he asked after a moment, putting the ball in the young fae's court. "Do you want me to stay away from you? Do you want me to take you into your den and fuck your brains out again?" Another pause, his mouth frozen mid-speech as he struggled to add in a somber rasp, "...Do you want to pretend like it never happened?" Alastor hoped with his heart and soul that wasn't the case. He didn't want to forget that night or pretend it didn't happen. It meant something to him. But if that was what Relm wanted, truly wanted... then for her, he would find a way somehow.

"Alastor Mendacium"