Black & Blue

”Seph-iran,” His name came out shallow and breathless, but it was satisfying nonetheless. Better than snaggletooth. It seemed he may have finally beaten that pet name out of her system. His gaze aligned with hers, but only for a moment. His attention shifted to the pile of herbs at his paws, meticulously sorting them into piles by type. Some for inflammation, others for wound healing. But nothing to soothe the pain, which was intentional.

A single flick of his ear was his initial response to her request. And it wasn’t until he had everything sorted, that he would finally lift his gaze back to her. Water?” He mused aloud, thinking it over. “You make a request, but do nothing in return?” He shoved the separate piles towards her, right up in front of her face. “Chew those up, spit them out. Then we’ll talk.” It would have been a simple task for him to complete, but this was all part of his game. Keep asserting dominance until she no longer refused.

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