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“You are a big bad wolf and you are scared of a little bug?”
“I’m not wolfed out right now but I can if you want me to kill it!”
“You would wolf out…to kill this little bug?” Jade is amused that her girlfriend who has claws that could flay you and teeth that can pick the meat from your bone, is afraid of the tiniest little bug.
Kit’s eyes dance frantically over Jade’s shoulders and curiously she looks over to the wall of the cabin to find that it’s moved just a fraction from the window.
“We could go into town for coffee…less bugs there,” Kit is still standing on the chair where she’d jumped up as soon as she saw movement on the wall.
“I can promise you there are not any less bugs in town,” Jade shakes her head at her girlfriend who is being ridiculous right now and opens the window enough to let the bug out.
It skitters across the wall, away from the window, and Jade can hear the chair tip and then thud back down to the floor behind her. She sighs and with as much gentleness as she can she scoops it into her palm, ignores the terrified shriek behind her, and gently nudges it out of her palm onto the window sill. When its tiny little legs are cleared enough she drops the window closed.
She turns back around and Kit gives her a worried sweep of her eyes and Jade shows her bug free hands. There’s the tiniest whine and then Kit looks sheepish as she slowly drops herself back to the ground.
“Seriously scared of bugs huh?” Jade removes her jacket and hangs it on the hook by the door.
Kit shudders as she slides the chair back under the table, “I just don’t want to be touched by them.”
Everyone has their own phobias and Jade would never fault anyone for them, but it is a little amusing that a werewolf is scared of bugs.
“How do you handle running around in the woods all the time?” Jade ties her hair back and knocks loose a few buttons on her flannel, “Half that time you’re running around naked.”
Kit shakes out her arms and hands and bounces a bit on the balls of her feet, “I really try to not think about it.”
Jade chuckles and raises her hands to show she has no judgment and kicks her boots off and places them neatly by the door.
“What’s your thing?” Kit shrugs her leather jacket off and drapes it over the back of the chair, making herself equally as comfortable. They’ve been together, as a couple, for months now but it’s only been recently that Jade hasn’t needed to insist that Kit can make herself at home, that Jade hopes she stays the night.
“I used to not be a dog person,” Jade teases and passes her by to enter the kitchen. The nice thing about the cabin's open floor plan, save for the loft and the private bedroom and bathroom in the back, is that they can continue the conversation without a wall between them.
She hears Kit’s shocked gasp behind her and turns to look over her shoulder so Kit can tell she’s teasing. Kit’s eyes narrow but she smiles, catching onto the joke and slides herself up to the kitchen’s bar top. She leans against it while Jade begins to pull out supplies for her afternoon tea.
She hasn’t convinced Kit yet that tea is the better beverage so she also pulls out the coffee beans that Kit had tentatively brought over one afternoon and asked politely if Jade could store it in the cabinet for when Kit visits.
They haven’t talked about it but she’s already cleaned out a couple of drawers for Kit’s clothes in the bedroom. Right now Kit’s only left a spare change of clothes for mornings after full moons in case Kit can’t find her stashed clothes, or she’s ripped them. Jade hopes that eventually those drawers will fill up.
Kit watches as Jade makes their drinks and surprises Kit with the pumpkin spice creamer she picked up during her last grocery shop now that it’s in season. She knows when Kit realizes what she’s grabbed from the fridge when she can hear the soft thud against the island's frame.
“You’ve got pumpkin spice creamer?”
She pours enough of it into Kit’s cup, just the way her girlfriend likes it, that she doubts it’ll even taste like coffee now.
“It’s your favorite isn’t it?” She slides the cup over the counter and then puts away the creamer.
“How did you know?” Kit stares down into her cup with wonder and Jade pauses once she’s closed the fridge door.
It’s such a simple thing; remembering someone’s preference with food and drink and movie genres and favorite touches. Kit always pauses and looks at her with those wide deep pooled blue eyes and Jade is lost just a fraction more each time to the immense feelings that sweep through her. She’s a sucker for those puppy dog blues.
“Our first coffee date, when we met at the diner, I watched Elora make your drink. It was the end of summer and she pulled out a small bottle of pumpkin spice creamer from the back of the fridge with tape on it that had your name. I think that was pretty telling that it’s your absolute favorite.”
Kit clears her throat and then gently picks up the mug with both hands and cradles it as she takes a light sip. The edges of her lips curl up as she hums against the rim before taking a deeper pull. Jade grabs her tea and slides around the countertop to lean against it beside Kit. Kit nearly downs her coffee before Jade has taken a couple of appreciative sips.
The caffeine energy nearly hits immediately and Kit starts to fidget; spinning the cup between her hands, tapping her foot, bouncing a bit. Kit’s going to have to burn it off somehow but they’ve just come inside to warm up so she doubts they’ll go for a walk.
Jade takes the cup from Kit and walks back into the kitchen to slide the dishes into the sink. She’ll clean everything up after they’ve made themselves some dinner.
“What would you like to do tonight?” Jade has no plans for them, other than surprising Kit with some steaks on the grill for dinner but it is still early in the day that she doesn’t have to prep for a few more hours. She rounds the counter to join Kit in the living room whose fallen still considering the bouncing energy a minute ago. There’s a gleam in Kit’s eye, hungry as she watches Jade slide up to her next to the couch.
“You know you are so brave, handling that ginormous bug. Nothing scares you huh?” Kit’s voice drops low, tongue dragging over her lower lip as her eyes drop appreciatively down Jade’s body. Excitement sparks low in her belly as Kit stalks forward until her hands slide around Jade’s waist to pull her into an embrace.
“Not much these days,” Jade wraps her arms around strongly defined shoulders, bringing her fingers to scratch lightly at the base of Kit’s skull. She hears the light tap of a heel against the wooden floor and scratches a bit harder as Kit’s head tips back into the touch.
“That’s really sexy,” Kit’s fingers grip a little tighter into Jade’s hips and the pressure strokes the excitement low in her belly. It’s relatively easy to know just how Kit wants to burn her energy.
“Sexy huh?” She drags her fingers harder, slower, down the back of Kit’s skull and near to the collar of her shirt. Kit rolls her shoulders at the sensation.
“You are,” Kit’s voice is low rumbling timber and Kit dips her head forward, away from Jade’s caress to nose along her throat. Kit licks a broad stripe from collarbone to the edge of her jaw. She nips gently and Jade’s hips jerk within Kit’s embrace. Kit pulls back with the most adorable look of excited hope, “Do you wanna?”
Jade drops a hand from Kit’s shoulder, drags it slowly down her own chest, over her stomach and then gently thumbs at the button of her jeans as Kit watches her fingers tap against the cool clasp.
“Desperately,” Jade eases the button of her jeans open and the sharp hiss of her zipper is nearly masked by the excited gasp that escapes her girlfriends parted lips.
She can feel Kit’s excitement in the grasp around her waist, fingers tightening to near bruising pressure. She lets Kit’s shoulder go and uses both hands to help wiggle her pants down and kicks out of them. She aches between her legs when she finds Kit licking her lips again and eyeing down her body to take in all the newly exposed skin. Jade takes a step back out of Kit’s hands and they hover between them while Kit looks up with a whine.
Jade does her best seductive smirk and quickly pulls her shirt open and off, then quickly slips out of her sports bra. Sharp eager blue eyes meet hers once she’s nude.
“What did you have in mind?” Jade feels that deep rooted thrill, the one she feels each time she catches Kit looking at her in this way. Her smirk deepens when she hears the deep rumble building in Kit’s throat.
Kit hooks her fingers into the seam under one arm sleeve and in the smoothest motion she pulls her shirt off in a quick pass and tosses it to the side. She stalks forward and Jade bites her lip knowing intimately all that power that rolls under Kit’s skin. Jade never really liked when lovers before tried to toss her around or manhandle her body but with Kit, knowing that Kit won’t drop her, would never hurt her, the idea of what those hands and strength and teeth can do to her, has wetness flooding between her folds.
Kit’s nostrils flare and she’s close enough Jade can see her pupils have dilated.
“Hold my shoulders,” Kit’s voice is a low growl as she kneels down. Jade follows instruction, hands gripping with eager anticipation.
Kit wraps her arms around Jade’s shins, then grips at the back of Jade’s thighs. Without even a grunt of effort Kit stands, lifting Jade up till she’s kneeling on Kit’s shoulders. She lets out an excited shriek and ends up with one hand in Kit’s hair to hold on tightly. Kit takes a few sure steps towards the couch and then drops so smoothly onto her back that Jade lands straddling her face and having to catch herself using the back and the armrest of the couch. Kit’s hands hold her securely by the waist as Jade settles.
When she looks down Kit is looking up at her with hungry eyes and Jade reaches down to spread her own folds open. She can feel Kit’s hot breath on her cunt and she clenches around nothing and that just makes her more desperate.
“Please.”
Kit is always eager, ready whenever Jade is and now is no different. As soon as her plea is past her lips, Kit is dragging her dexterous tongue through her folds. Her head falls back as she grips into the couch and does her best to hold her weight steady, to not drop and suffocate her lover. The hands at her waist urge her differently, gripping into her thighs and pulling her down, eager encouragement to ride Kit’s face and drown her in arousal. Jade has to remind herself sometimes, when pleasure clouds over her mind, that her girlfriend isn’t entirely human and that comes with advantages.
She lets the couch go, instead slides her fingers into Kit’s hair and pulls. She angles Kit’s head, feels that firm tongue lapping with hungry devotion in all the right places and then she moves. She chases the peak against Kit’s firm tongue, rides and moans and shakes.
The sounds from between her thighs only makes her more desperate. The wet lapping, the soft growls and hums and quieter moans. Jade grips tighter as her thighs start to shake. She finds her orgasms so quickly with Kit, and has become determined and desperate to make these moments last longer. She never thought she’d feel jealous of her past self for taking too long to come that sometimes lovers became bored or left her to herself. Maybe it has something to do with compatibility and Jade has always been meant for Kit and Kit for her.
It’s too much thinking for her brain to handle as her peak builds and tips and she’s coming in hot pulsing waves. Kit’s tongue licks up into her, drinks her from the source and Jade doubles over from sensitivity and wanting and some inner twisted need to lock that tongue inside her.
Kit laps until Jade has ridden out her pleasure fully. She relaxes her thighs and her grip in Kit’s hair and then lifts herself up on shaking muscles. Kit whines, chin lifting to chase with her tongue after Jade’s over sensitive cunt.
“You are too good at that,” Jade pet’s her and the hands wrapped around her pulse their grip against her warm skin. Kit preens at the praise and nips lightly at her inner thigh. She feels a shiver down her spine any time Kit’s teeth seek out her skin.
“Let me show you what else I’m good at.”
Jade can barely brace herself when all that coiled muscle beneath her shifts and lifts her like she weighs nothing. She holds on and makes a mental note that sex is a great way to burn off excess werewolf energy on lazy afternoons.