may the wolves [ kaylor ]

II.

 "You'll be a good boy, won't you?"

Karlie is on her knees, fingers knotted into the thick, mane-like fur around Sunny's neck. The German Shepherd is panting, pink tongue lolling out from black lips, and she wrinkles her nose at the smell of his breath. Dog food doesn't have a pleasant scent, no matter how you come across it. But she leans forward anyway, bumping her nose against the midnight fur on his forehead, and her voice lilts high-pitched, "I'll miss you, bubba."

There's a throaty laugh from across the room, and Karlie barely lifts green eyes to glance over at the source. Cara is sitting on the kitchen counter-top, her legs spread wide open, hands hanging lazily between them. She's wearing nothing but underwear, and Karlie gets an eyeful of a lot more than she wanted to see, "Close your legs, you whore."

"Close your mouth, you hypocrite," Cara shoots back, her accent thick as she spreads her legs wider, nearly doing the splits on the granite. Karlie makes an exaggerated face of disgust and turns back to her dog, digging his favorite toy from her bag to wave it playfully in front of his face, "You best not insult my sitting positions, since I'm taking care of your terrifying beast this week."

Sunny's teeth clamp down on the toy, and it fills up the room with a loud squeak. His tail whaps against the floor, and Karlie reaches for the toy, half-heartedly trying to tug it away from him, "Oh yes. Terrifying beast, you call him, as he chews on his favorite stuffed bunny rabbit right in front of you. So damn scary. You're definitely not a giant pussy or anything."

"He's never climbed into the shower with you. Think about it, Klossy. You're just minding your own business, shampooing your hair, then all of a sudden there is a fucking...hellhound licking your legs. Do you realize how loud I screamed? I think my vocal chords are still ruptured," Cara grips at her shirt, tugging it away from her throat as if to save her perishing throat. Karlie rolls her eyes and walks over, shoving Cara's leg to make room for herself on the counter-top next to the other girl.

"Maybe you should have closed the bathroom door," Karlie points out.

Cara's eyebrows stumble down her face to hug tight to the top of her browbone, "Whatever. He's a monster and you owe me for keeping him so much."

At that, Karlie tilts her head. She's curious despite herself, "I'm going to regret asking this question, but what, exactly, do you think I should give you as payment?"

"A couple of orgasms would be nice," Cara's grinning mouth chops up the words. Karlie shoves her hard, slipping off of the counter once again. Cara laughs, and it's extremely hard for the taller girl to swallow the smile that wants to break at her face.

She shouldn't smile, anyway. Not with the thick purple bruises choking the skin of her jaw, or the cut canyoned into the center of her top lip.

(Damn Kloss, did some cunt finally beat you?

Hell no. But he didn't make sending him to the ER very easy.)

"That was one time, kiddo," Karlie replies.

"I'm nine days younger than you."

"Still counts."

Karlie digs out the bag of Sunny's food that she'd brought along and sets it on the far corner of the kitchen counter. Next to it, she places two bowls decorated with cats, because she appreciates a little bit of irony. There are a couple of extra chew toys, and Sunny's favorite blanket. When she's satisfied, she turns back to Cara, who immediately snaps her hand away from the dog like she hadn't just been petting him. Karlie gives her this one, and doesn't comment on it, "I should probably head out. I promised to scrub the bartop for some extra cash."