Annie x male reader lemons

Chapter 2: Lovers

I awoke sometime later in the night, or early enough in the morning that the sun hadn't risen yet. Annie was gone, and the straps around my legs were undone.

The candles which hadn't burnt out weren't put out, leaving the room illuminated.

As I rose, I saw that my clothes were at the foot of the table, neatly folded. Even my mother hadn't done that good of a job when I was a child.

I dressed myself, and quickly made my way out of the room, seeing that it was just down a hallway from the main part of the basement of the bar. I strode to the front door, finding it unlocked. I mused that she must have left it unlocked for me.

As I walked back to my home, I allowed my mind to fall deep into thought, mulling over the events of the past hours.

My hatred for Annie had left me entirely, replaced with a peculiar longing. I missed her smell, and I missed the warmth I did not notice before until she had left me. As I reached my room and entered it, I realized something. I didn't even remember why I had hated her. I didn't know what to think anymore, and thoughts of these sorts continued until I had showered, changed into my nightwear, and drifted to blissful unconsciousness.

I awoke late into the afternoon, and before I even nourished myself, my confusing thoughts came back to me with the force of a sledgehammer. I realized that I had somehow fallen for a person I was supposed to loathe with every individual atom that made up my being.

And yet, I just wanted to see her again. I had never felt like this about anyone before, not even the brief training corps flings I had in my younger years. I had never bonded so closely with another human being before, it was as if my very soul itself yearned for her presence, as if she was a part of my being. It felt primal, the urge I imagine a male wolf has to dominate his pride and protect his mates from other opportunistic males.

Even as I sipped my water and played with my waffles, I couldn't figure out how what essentially mounted to a one night stand ended up giving me these types of feelings. I wasn't even angry that she had violated my penis like it was an inner city's whore's loose caverns.

I didn't care for the penile probing of course, but I felt a burning, absolutely ancient primordial desire to be with her, to hold her again, and take in her scent.

It was driving me crazy, I needed to at least see her again, but I wasn't able to work up the nerve to go until the sun had fallen. I dimly realized that I had been sitting in the my house's breakfast area since this morning. I abruptly stood up, leaving my room temperature water and dry, uneaten waffles at the table as I all but ran to the door.

I arrived at the bar just as it was nearing closing time. There was no one in the bar, no customers, and not even any employees.

I stalked the bar rooms, searching with the eyes not of a man, but of a beast. I had deprived myself of sustenance, as well as my body's desires for her for far too long.

I barely heard the gates over the doors and windows close, and barely reacted to the candle light yet again disappearing. I instead relied on my other senses, acting like an animal, my nose raised to the air, as if I could track her by scent alone.

My senses were enhanced both by the darkness and animalistic desperation.

My ears picked up on a sound behind me, the sound of feet crunching on solid wooden floor. A sound a human would normally never hear, and yet I heard it as clearly as a tree falling in a forest. The padding stopped, and I heard a familiar whooshing sound. This time, I ducked under the swing, whirling around while still crouched, catching her wrist mid swing.