When a Lynx Meets a Leopard [Ash Lynx x fem reader]

~Chapter 27: Bloody Hormones~

(Y/n)'s POV

As Ash slid past me, my gaze followed him as he walked over to where Ibe was stood, a bundle of letters in his hand. "The only one who wrote letters here Griff." Ash sighed, looking at the ground. I walked up to him, I didn't initiate any contact but merely stood by him and observed the letters bound by string. "Anything else of his?" I asked gently, glancing up at Ash. "Probably in his room." Ash replied gloomily, slipping a a hand into mine and squeezing my fingers. I rubbed his warm, rough hand with my thumb as Ash lead up to Griffin's room.

The room was quite bare. A bed was pushed against one wall and a set of draws faced each other from opposite sides of the room. On top of one of the draws was a picture frame with a colour photo of a young Ash with Griff knelt behind him, presumably after a game of baseball. Ash walked over to the frame and picked it up, a saddened expression crossed his face as he gazed at it. Once again, I gently squeezed his hand.

"Look." Shorter said suddenly.  I turned around to see him kneeling on the floor, Eiji next to him, and a photo album in hand. "Its him." He said, pointing at a guy standing in the middle of a group of men all dressed in military uniforms. Eiji and Shorter stand up as Max approaches to take a look. "That's the man who shot Ash's brother." Shorter confirms, pointing and showing the photo to Max. "You're positive?"
"Yeah."

Max takes a good look at the picture, his hand rising to his chin as he thought. "This is the unit Griff was in before we met. The dog tag is different. Where's the list of names?" He asked, removing the picture from its protective sheet. Ash placed the photograph of him and Griff on a higher shelf so it wouldn't get damaged. We stood back as the other guys talked. I wrapped both arms around Ash's waist but he was too focused on what they were talking about to take any notice.

"Abraham Dawson." Max read out. "He lives in Los Angeles, California. 102, 42 Westwood. That's the address Steven Thompson before he died."
"Yeah." Ash responded, already looking up the name 'Abraham Dawson' on his phone. "There's nothing on him on the net."
"Guess we'll have to go out there and find him." I sighed, really not feeling up to traveling again. "Plus, Golzine doesn't have men in the west." I added, leaning closer to Ash with an exhausted sigh. Luckily, I haven't suffered much with things like morning sickness, but that may just be because it's too early on.

"Los Angeles, huh? Damn that's far." Shorter said, crossing his arms over his chest. Ash finally glanced down at me. He slipped an arm around my waist and observed my face. I was resting quite a bit of my body weight on him, my eyes fluttering open and closed. "Are you alright?" He murmured quietly to me. I nodded, looking up at Ash with half-lidded eyes. "I'm fine just... really tired." Ash gave me a sympathetic look before looking back up at everyone else. 

"It's too risky to go back to Manhattan." Ibe stated, his eyes falling on me and Ash with a hint of confusion. "I wish we could leave tomorrow, but the truck needs fixing and you all need a rest." Max told us, raising his eyebrows at my hardly awake self. "I'm sure Golzine won't find us here that quickly."
"I want to leave now." Ash said suddenly, making me jolt with surprise. "I want to pin that man down and corner old Dino."
"Come on, some of us are old, you know?" Max replied, trying to convince Ash to rest for once. "Yeah, and some of us are pregnant." I shot an annoyed look at Shorter as he mumbled those words, but no one else seemed to notice. "Your shoulder hasn't healed yet, either."
"That's why I hate old guys. If you can't keep up, don't come." Ash spat, letting go of my waist and storming out of Griff's room. I almost fell over as I had the majority of my weight lent on Ash, it did wake me up though. "Where are you going?" I called after him, finding my balance again.

"To get blankets from the truck. You two old geezers use the bed." Ash called back, clearly referring to Ibe and Max as 'old geezers'. "Oh." I mumbled, jogging slowly after him. "Wait for me, I'll help." I soon caught up to Ash, he was just opening the door. I wrapped my arms around him from behind, regretting running after him. "Are we gonna tell them?" I sighed into Ash's back. "Tell them what?" He replied, bringing me to his side with his hand. "Well, one that I'm y'know, carrying a bitch that can fuck off out of my body and... well..." Ash chuckled, slipping a hand into mine. "Shorter already knows and you can tell the others about the 'bitch that can fuck off out of your body'. As for the other thing, I think they've already figured it out. You didn't make any effort to hide it."
"I hate hormones. They are making me so touch hungry." 
"I don't mind."
"Really?"
"Yeah. I got a girl I like holding my hand willingly. Why wouldn't I be okay with it?" Before I could respond with words, my raging hormones did it for me. Tears slipped from my eyes without me telling them too. "Hey, why are you crying. Are you that touched starved?" Ash chuckled again, wiping the loose droplets from my cheeks.

"Well yeah and BLOODY HELL I HATE HORMONES!" I yelled with a laugh, making Ash laugh with me as we walked towards the truck. The setting sun glowing on our backs.

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Do any of you guys say 'bloody hell' or is that a British thing? Coz It's jus I've never heard someone who is not from England say it😅
Anyways,
Have an amazing day/night,
~Author-Chan❤