Love, Against All Odds

IV - Chapter 3

A/N: I made A collection of Becca's playlist, including her Oldies list, Baddie mix and Fight-workout mix. Enjoy it while reading, I will be including more songs as the story progresses ;)

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/087xseGem2OAMqaavTi1kN?si=57c3294e546d4c15

Becca was gathered into Kal's arm and savored the hug as they stood in the tiny kitchen at the back of the cabin. Closing her eyes, she breathed in her lover's familiar scent and understood why Kalmar relied on their noses so much. Nothing compared to her lover's spicy and warm smell.

'I must go,' Kal whispered and nuzzled Becca's temple. Outside it was cold and even darker after the moons sank below the horizon. Sunrise was only two hours away, and it would take every bit of that for Kal to make it back before the soldiers noticed her absence. She had taken a quick shower to rid their mixed scents and then dressed.

After a sigh, Becca separated and considered whether Kal's hair would dry by the time she returned to the soldiers' camp. Regardless, nobody would be brave enough to question their ruler. 'Will you make it in time?'

'Ja, if I go now.' Kal finished buttoning her jacket, which was the same one from Tarrak.

'Will you be warm enough?' Becca was already chilled from standing in a T-shirt and underwear.

'I will run back. It will keep me warm.'

Becca's jaw slackened, and she stared at her lover. 'You fucking ran here? For two hours?'

Kal flashed a wolfish smile, turned, and unbolted the back door. She presented her body with one hand while her other rested on the handle. 'All of this comes from hard work.'

Becca rolled her eyes, stepped back, and said, 'Ja, and I wouldn't want you to slack off.' She grinned and ignored the new throbbing from her clit.

Cracking the door open, Kal's features glowed with satisfaction, then she stepped outside but paused as a furry white locke slipped past her. 'Turen,' she greeted the animal.

The locke rushed past and entered the cabin, then took a seat in a far corner from the pair.

Kal stared at the locke for moment before saying, 'You should pick a name for her.' She didn't wait for a response, closed the door, and vanished from Becca's sight.

Twisting around, Becca frowned at the locke and crossed her arms against the increased chill in the cabin. 'I wondered where you went. Didn't want to stay and listen to us act like animals?'

The locke huffed, sat down, and stared at Becca.

Becca crinkled her nose and muttered, 'I wouldn't either.' She bolted the door, then returned to the bedroom. Once in bed, Kal's scent enveloped her and coaxed her to sleep. The sheets and blankets would need to be changed later, if she gave a damn.