Cold Silk

18. Mila Avery Zayne Easton

Flesh: Simon Curtis           

Fuck mornings in the ass without lube. This shit is awful and unnecessary.

My eyelids felt like rubber, hard to open, with crusties holding them together like glue and a dry mouth that felt like sandpaper. Even my nose was painfully devoid of moisture as I sucked in a new breath of air. I pried my eyes open only to be blinded by the sunlight streaming through the curtains, resulting in more colorful words than the shades on damn rainbow spilling from my lips.

These enhanced fucking eyes are both a blessing and a curse. Thank you, Fae, for providing the means, but dammit if it didn't hurt to wake up after a night of drinking with sunlight in your face. I wiped the remains of sleep from my eyes and took stock of my body, licking my lips to try and ease the cracking.

I reached down, still blind, and grabbed the water bottle I stashed between the bed and nightstand. Unscrewing the lid and using my teeth to twist open the nozzle, I took a deep pull from the bottle itself.

I gasped in pleasure as the liquid hit the back of my throat, quenching my thirst and making my spinning head straighten out. The throbbing headache, however, could only be gotten rid of one of two ways; Orgasms or medicine.

I'm not feeling spirited enough to brave the rest of the house just yet. Nat, no doubt, stayed the night and Lottie... was Lottie.

Feeling up my breasts as I sighed breathily; my body needs a full release before moving out of bed. I don't know entirely why, and please don't ask. It's just a thing I do. I don't think the breasts that I'm feeling up are really going to up and leave me like every man I'd ever been with, but it's still a part of my morning routine even if I hadn't drunk myself into a stupor the night before.

I fought the edges of the cotton tank covering my lady friends, pulling it taut against my skin and exposing my breasts to the cool air. I sighed in content as my nipples hardened, pinching one of my nipple piercings with one hand before reaching lower with the other. I fed on the impulse that needs stroking as it does most mornings and went to push my fingers into my panties.

Fur brushing against my arm and a faint whine had me frozen in place seconds later. I quickly pulled my fingers away from my love button and shoved my shirt back down while opening my eyes a crack before they popped open in shock. I stared, looking into a beautiful pair of steel grey eyes that looked back with far too much intelligence from the face of a dark-furred lab.

"Fuck me," I whispered. The lab nosed my shoulder and placed a paw on my now exposed abdomen, right above the belly button piercing.

This furred creature had just cockblocked me from my fingers.

Dammit.

"Are you- Can you shift? Or are you one of the unlucky ones that got stuck that way when the virus hit?"

The lab nodded.

"To which are you nodding?" I growled impatiently.

They nodded again.

"Fuck, well, this is just peachy. Sorry, you had to witness that." I groaned, not sorry. I turned away, sitting up and placing my feet on the floor. I hunched over, clutching my head, cursing again as I noticed I'd forgotten a cover for my hair last night, and it was now ten shades of fucked up. The pounding in my head increased while my mood plummeted.

I almost threw a mini fit about it all before I noticed the gorgeous little pill bottle and the cup of liquid life on the nightstand. My funny as fuck roomy had even left adorable little sticky notes next to each one. Though "gobble me" for the pills and "swallow me" for the water glass was hardly romantic, I felt my little shriveled heart skip a beat.