DAERIN | ONE SHOTS🔞

Wolfish

(kitty haerin this, kitty haerin that... well how about wolfish slash puppy haerin? woof woof)

For four consecutive days and nights the snow came in a flurry as though all the stars were falling at once. The blanket of snow accumulated on top of the entire world, buried pavements, coated cars and hid them from the windchill. It was inconvenient, Danielle did not care, her little insular world of the grand country pile was cosy and inescapable for both occupants now. Despite Haerin's best efforts — even a wolf wasn't light-footed enough to make it across the top of the fragile sea of snow built and piled up outside without falling right through.

From the window upstairs, Danielle smiled ruefully at all the paw prints and counted eight deep ditches in the snow that had been accrued while she was soaking in the bath.

"It's not funny." The chilly little brooder reached over and took the mug of hot cocoa from Danielle's cradled hands. Haerin took a sip and darted her eyes out to the potholed garden then back to her wife's chewing smirk. "It was very cold and it's not funny," she reiterated and smoothed her long black hair.

"I'm sure you were wearing quite the coat," Danielle snorted to herself.

"I'm not a puppy. I'm not a little podgy dog who will keep your feet warm and fetch the newspaper. You understand that, right?" Her green eyes narrowed seriously.

"Of course I do," Danielle shot her an offended look and took the mug back. "I mean granted, the puppy thing, I need to work on that — but the other stuff? I'm well aware you're not a labrador, Haerin."

"Then I don't understand why you are not terrified because you should be, thoroughly." Haerin crossed her arms sternly.

"You're my wife and you're also wearing a cute sweater, you're hardly terrifying." Danielle shrugged.

"An arranged marriage between two worlds. A small human girl sacrificed to the wolves—"

"You are my wife," Danielle reiterated and refused the sardonic dramatism. "It's tradition. It's sweet. Every hundred years the alphas of the six great packs take human omegas to honour the peace treaty — we courted for three months under supervision, we met each other's family, you were very gentle and cautious and I love that about you but it's time to stop with the sacrificial lamb thing. You are my wife, that's just the way it is."

Haerin huffed a distinctly wolfish whine despite her presently human appearance. It piqued Danielle's ears. Haerin was always meticulously careful about that kind of thing, inhuman noises like that either had to be forced out of her with an orgasm or stolen in small doses when she was asleep and unaware of her little growls and whines.

"Oh, stop it!" Haerin eyeballed her and became utterly aware of herself. "I will lock myself in the cellar—"

"Don't you dare!" Danielle prodded her shoulder. "Why is it so hard for you to believe that I'm capable of loving all of you?"

"I know that you love me. I do, I know that." Haerin sighed and pressed her palms into the windowsill, shoulders pushing forward as she peered out in search of an escape. "I'm just scared you won't love me tomorrow, Danielle. There is a reason that your people only offer up a daughter once every hundred years. My kind, we're not gentle. Not in the ways that count." The alpha turned and forced a small, sad smile at her wife.

"Okay well that's... that's a stupid, pointless, moot statement." Danielle lifted her chin defiantly. "You are the only person I have ever been intimate with. This is it for me. I might be inexperienced but you are the only experience I have and it's... it's mine too. You don't get to tell me that I'm not allowed to—" Haerin cut her off with a concessionary kiss.