Orion

Eleven. Buttering Up

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Exhaustion had this way of completely robbing any concept of time that Mahogany had from her. It snatched the idea from her hands-from her mind- like Uly used to take his cars from her when they were kids, and it left her with the same exact feeling of confusion.

Lying on the couch with no idea as to how much time had passed, head buried in a pillow that smelled like the wolf outside, Mahogany was just drifting into a deeper sleep when the loudest creak started to tug at the edges of her consciousness. The sound was coming from the front door, and it was louder than the creaky board a couple of feet past the top of the stairs. Orion was going in and out, and after the third round, her own scent was starting to waft through his house.

Orion stepped in for the last time, the sound of him discarding his shoes by the front door right after he walked in. He was walking close to her, but Mahogany was so tired that she couldn't even lift her head up, let alone her entire body. Everything hurt because Orion had made her sleep tied to a chair, so if he wanted to kill her, then that moment when she was refusing to move would have been the perfect time for him to do so. She didn't doubt that he was thinking the same thing.

Had she been thinking when she walked in, she would have at least brought the bag that carried some herbs. Mahogany needed some fucking energy, but she'd been so tired when they'd gotten to Orion's territory that she hadn't even thought to bring in anything besides herself. Add in his rude ass second in command, and that threw agitation into the mix of lethargy, and Mo's poor brain switched off to not deal with any of it.

Since she was too tired to find a spell or go the natural route, some night time over the counter medicine would have been perfect. But she had to get up to get that.

Fuck.

Make that fuck squared. Orion was walking towards her. Even knowing how he felt about her and the only reason that he had found her, Mahogany was pretty confident in the fact that he wouldn't try and kill her so soon. She hadn't gotten under his skin that much...Or had she?

She definitely had.

Oh well. If it was in her fate to go out on a couch then so be it. At least she'd be semi-relaxed.

By her feet, the couch dipped. Mahogany didn't move.

His hands were warm, and the fact that he'd actually touched her had Mahogany sitting up and pulling her legs under her body within less than a second, "What the fuck are you doing?"

For someone who had been stationary for a while, her heart was beating like it was about to break past her ribcage at any moment. Like she'd been running on a treadmill at full speed for a very, very long time.

When he reached for her again, Mahogany could no longer control her volume, "ORION-"

With eyes wide with confusion and a deep frown in his brow that was highlighted by the moonlight, Orion put his hands up in surrender, and his voice actually held a soothing tone when he spoke to her, "No, no, I wasn't going to- I'm not going to hurt you, Mahogany, it's okay. I was just going to... I'm not going to hurt you, I promise. Come on, lay back down. It's okay."

Never in her twenty years had she been so unsure of another person, and that feeling wasn't displaced at all. She wasn't terrified of him, but she was definitely a little scared of him- she just wasn't stupid enough to let that fear take control all of the time. That'd get them nowhere.... But, if he were to hurt her, no one that would be likely to help would be able to hear her. His pack didn't know her. She was almost one hundred percent that the Aerin pack even knew that they now had a Luna, and with as much violence as the pack was rumored to have, a screaming woman was sure not to raise any alarm.