Never Meant To Hurt You

She shouldn't be like this, she told herself. The man had just learned about the death of his father and here she was, thinking about sex. It was difficult not to, pressed so very tightly against his big, strong body. The way that he lifted her and moved her where he wanted as though she weighed nothing, that added to the appeal. Bowen tried hard to deny her libido, to beat it down into submission but Haiku made it so very hard.

The chocolate brute had his arms wrapped around her tightly and the little kisses that she peppered on his face and head seemed to be helping, but not in the way that she'd planned. He turned his muzzle up to catch a kiss and Bowen pressed her lips into his, one paw moving up to slide pink pads along his cheek. "I'll be whatever you need," she whispered to the man that she still loved and would always love. Green pools sought blue and lavender. He was in pain, but if this was what he needed, she would gladly cover up the pain with pleasure. He had only to say the word or make a move and she would go along with him.

Anticipation flared in the young woman's core like red hot metal. The russet and snow fae kept her eyes locked on those of her lover as she silently asked what he needed and wanted from her. All the while she kept her svelte frame pressed tightly against his own, her paws moving, stroking, caressing of their own free will. Both wolves were soaked to the bone, but it didn't matter to Bowen. All that mattered was chasing the darkness from Haiku's eyes, if only for a moment. Tentatively, she kissed him again, soft lips gliding over soft lips. Outside the rain thundered to the ground but inside, something thundered within Bowen as well. Haiku had the power to shut it off or set her aflame. The choice was his.

"Bowen & Haiku"