When the girls got to the house, Malia was dumbfounded. ''Holy shit Allison, your house is huge!'' Allison laughed. ''Yeah, we inherited this house from my grandfather, it's not too shabby.''
''Hey, let me just do something real quick.'' Allison kneeled down and gently wiped off some of the dirt and leaves off Malia's feet. ''My dad is a clean freak.''
''Where is your father?'' She asked.
''He's out, he's barely home anymore, always on trips, anyways, come in! Let's go up to my room.''
Malia was feeling a range of emotions, happiness, sadness, nostalgia and most of all, she was scared. She didn't like not knowing what was going to happen.
They stepped into her room, Malia felt the soft carpet on her feet, it reminded her of her coyote den, comforting her, she watched the huntress take off her boots, gently placing them on a rack next to the door.
''First things first, we need to get you cleaned up. You can take a shower in my bathroom, I can get you some spare pjs.''
Malia took off the sweater then and there. Completely oblivious to the fact the door was open, she didn't care if people saw her, as a coyote, she was always naked.
Allison walked back into the room. ''Hey Mal, I got some towels and spare clo-.'' She looked up and looked her up and down. ''Oh god, why do I feel like this? I've never liked girls, and i've already seen her naked.She's different though, she looks like a greek goddess!'' She thought. Questioning her sexuality.
Mal, she liked that nickname.
''What's wrong?'' Malia asked unaware of what was happening.
''It's nothing, go get clean.'' Allison said.
Stepping into the bathroom, Malia shivered. The chic marble floor was cold, startling her. She looked into the shower, so many buttons! This was nothing like the lake she bathed in every day as a coyote. ''Hey Allison! How do you work this thing?''
Allison giggled, stepping into the bathroom. ''Let me teach you. If you want cold water, you turn this knob, on the left, and if you want hot water, you turn this knob on the right. It's as easy as that. Malia turned the left knob, to see how it worked. Cold water sprayed on her skin.
''Woah!''Allison gasped. ''Are you sure you don't want hot water? That's freezing!'' Malia was used to cold water. Liking the way it felt on her skin. ''I'm used to it.'' She smiled. Wetting her hair.
Her wet skin glistened, mesmerizing Allison.
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Hunting season (mallison)
Roman pour AdolescentsMalia and Allison. WARNING: contains mature language and maybe smut. This is my first story so it's not the best but I hope you enjoy :)