Why Mess Up A Good Thing

Alastor could give her enough silent reassurance that everything was fine. She didn't screw up anything, she wasn't weird. Just as she took him for who he was, he did the same for her. She took a deep breath as his forehead connected with hers, and she didn't move as she savored the moment just as he had. She could have every experience with Alastor, not just the good fuck but emotions that followed. She wouldn't go as far to say she loved him, but she did feel drastically different towards him even compared to Kichi. It wasn't just that he had eternally saved her Kefka, it was so much more than that. She couldn't even fathom what she felt for him, and she would keep it just the way it was.

Her paws too flexed gently over his rib cage before he placed a careful lick over her head. She was so much different than she was even just a season ago. There was still a part of her that was tense and unsure about the way his body was wrapped around her. But she also knew she wanted it more than anything. She didn't want to let go, she wanted him to stay. She knew that once he left she would be left lonely and empty. But he didn't belong to her. She would never want to replace Manea in his life, no matter how much more her care could grow for him. She couldn't do it to Manea, and she couldn't ask it of him. She would always be content with just what they had, she could live with it.

She had completely shut herself down because she didn't want to feel anything, only the remnants of what they had shared together prior. Just for the moment. She was no different now than any normal day in the pack, a completely different Relm than the way she looked at and saw Alastor just moments before. She let them lay close like this for some time, but eventually her paws withdrew from him, allowing him the opportunity to leave. She didn't say anything more, and her gaze was still diverted below him. She was ready for him to go home.

"Relm"
F2U base by AshKatu