Sugar Coated

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Delaney Linwood

The next morning, Jax handed me off to Rosie in only a vaguely tense showing in the middle of Sugar Coated. Barely any of the customers noticed the standoff at all. Really I was proud of their displays of self-control, very adult of them not to just start pissing on the floor in the middle of the shop.

They'd caught me talking on the phone as quietly as I could in the morning, determined to pretend like last night didn't happen for the sake of my pride. I was going to be completely normal plain Delaney. Though that probably went out the door when the line that they caught from me happened to be something to the effect of "No, Rosie. I will not be wearing an animal tail butt plug for the sake of the Halloween costume. I don't even think that they make a mouse tail in that variety."

Honestly, though it was probably for the best I traded one awkward early morning for another. Instead of skulking around the house afraid I would run into Jax and how we would maneuver around my melt down we just effectively ripped the whole bandage off in the middle of the kitchen. All three of them had the time of their lives over the comment rolling around on the couch together at the imagery enough that I hissed at them.

Which just warranted one of them to spit out a "naughty pussy" comment that got Rosie to laughing and I was beset on all sides.

Served them all right that they got to hand me off to my best friend today after that showing. Foster wasn't in tow today, which meant we were having a girl's day. I bounced on the balls of my feet with each step. It had only been barely a week if that since I started this fling with the Sinclair pack, but I was sorely missing my best friend.

"Can we go to Lemongrass for lunch?"

"Absolutely, Sugar. Then we'll hit The Hyppo and then I get to convince you on the butt plug," One of the older women who passed by coughed into her hand. Rosie didn't bat an eyelash, not that anyone would be able to tell behind the massive sunglasses.

"God the weather is so nice today," The sun was bright in the sky but the air was cool. I wasn't much of an outdoor girlie, but on days like today, I could believe I might have been.

"It is beautiful. Supposed to rain tomorrow and bring in more of a cold front, so I wanted to make sure we got to enjoy it." She leaned her face back and took in the sun with absolutely no regard for where she was stepping with her wedges. Everyone on the sidewalk stepped out of her way though, the perks of that alpha air she and others put out.

The morning was more than I could have asked for. We spent the better part of it window shopping, occasionally dropping into a store here or there to look at something that had caught our eye, talking about whatever topic breezed through at the time. We hit lemongrass for their lunch special and then we got down to business. Rosie dragged me to every home craft store she could think of before dragging me back to her house because, of course, Rosie was crafty. I firmly believed there was nothing she couldn't do if she put her mind to it. Which was how I ended up in hers and Foster's craft room at the back of their chic pack house.

It was obvious the room was meant to be another pack bedroom, close to Foster's nest down the hall, but with their little pack of two, they'd made it into something immediately useful for them. Rosie had a picture of the three blind mice up on her computer and silently I wondered how such a simple concept had managed to get so overblown that we needed to use the craft room at all. We could have done it with a white t-shirt some glasses and a cane and called it there.

"I can feel you doubting the process all the way across the room my beautiful prodigal beta.

"Was I projecting that much?" I laughed where I was lying on a small couch, nearly upside down with my legs over the armrest.