Got my claws in you

Chapter 39- a sticky situation

(Y/N) POV:

I rush away from the kitchen, the sight of Tae causing my stomach to unconsciously tighten, cheeks threatening to heat up with recollection at what exactly I'd run away from. It doesn't help that when I peek through the doorway, he twists in his chair, leaning back against it with a fluid ease, a mark colouring his shoulder, lips slightly mussed and hair tousled.

But even so I make myself meet his gaze, smiling tentatively, hoping that he doesn't think bad of me rushing away from him in the bedroom, before he'd caught scent of my guilty secret threading through the air sticky sweet.

Waking up to him had awoken a very clear realisation in me, had made me consciously aware of how touch-starved I was for intimacy, with the feeling of a body pressed close and responding to mine, coaxing reactions out of my own. Had me realise and forced me to acknowledge just how much my body yearned, how much I longed and wanted...wanted that inexplicable feeling of bliss and pleasure and relief.

And I rush away because another part of me is thrilled at the thought of slipping away, lips stretching wide even as I turn, teasing Minnie over my shoulder as I head for the doorway, tugging on my shoes. This time I decide to take the stairs, delight in rushing away and down each staircase, hearing the yell of an indignant fox taking chase, minty scent too far away for me to detect but I already know that it'll be strong and heavy, the coolness of it burning anyone who inhales a gulp.

But luck and legs can only get you so far. And it doesn't matter that does are biologically inclined, benefitted with the ability to run and travel quick, legs designed for that fast pace. Because as much as I have that biological advantage...so does Minnie as a fox, as a hunter because I don't hear the silent approach, don't sense his presence until a wall of mint slams into me and a pair of firm arms yank me back against a solid chest, body bracketing mine.

"Running away again? A low voice whispers, dangerously smooth and heavy. Lips brushing against my ear as he leans in.

"Not at all." I manage to get out.

Furiously ignoring how solid his body feels, ignoring how it feels like I'm caged in by his arms, ignoring the way his mint teases. Sweet thick waves that brush over me, make my already swollen scent gland throb and pulse, so sensitive to the scent that curls around me in a heavy wave.

"You don't get very far...you're not very fast for a doe." He teases, pointing out that yet again he's managed to catch me.

As if I wasn't purposely slow. As if teasing wasn't just teasing. I wasn't actually going to remove myself from reach or the building. Not when Jiminie took his job as protecting so seriously, not when whatever this was, was for my safety. Not when actually putting myself out of reach would put me at risk, when we didn't know when or where a threat could lurk.

"You're not very quick as an officer if I manage to get away every time before you catch me." I retort. Feel his grip tighten.

I banish thoughts, countless streams of thoughts that threaten to veer into dangerous territory, that threaten to make that earlier thread of need to pulse and flare once more. Not here. Not to Minnie. Not to someone who meant so much.

Ignore the way my heart skips and stutters at the way mint curls dangerously sweet and seductive to my senses, fight the bodily shiver at the thick accent that drips off his lips.

"Maybe I enjoy a good hunt. Maybe I enjoy working for it." He croons.

The words that could so easily slip free don't, tugged out of my mind by that low dangerous murmur.

Remain unspoken on the tip of my tongue, beading there in droplets of sticky anise.

Maybe you're not the only one.