"B-But Chipmunk! Who will take care of you?" The shock on Agatha's face as Adrian continues to assert himself by asking her to leave after she apologized to me would be priceless in any other situation, but right now I only have enough energy to appreciate the fact that he's asking her to leave at all. I know he said he would but if he had wanted I would have sucked it up and let her and Quinn stay... At the moment I'd let my Bean get away with murder if it continues his forgiveness of lack of carefulness with his body earlier today.
Not that I don't normally give my Sweet Baby whatever he wants... Just... For the moment... For the foreseeable future at least while his ass is healing as far as I'm concerned he is currently the King of our castle, and his word will be law until we both feel like I deserve to be in control again.
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Adrian
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"Silas will take care of me, Gram Gram. We take care of each other...Isn't that right?" All it takes is an extending of my hand behind me for Silas to step forward and interlace his fingers with mine as I start guiding Grammy to the front door.
"But what about Quinn? Does he get to stay? I drove us here." Grammy is trying her best, wracking her head for reasons... Any excuse she can find at all to try and stay, the thought of leaving me while injured clearly not sitting well with her despite the nature of the injury.
"Quinn is leaving too. And you're going to take him back home without a fuss before you go home. Don't sleepover at his place again unless he asks you to." I try and continue with the same firmness that I had started with, my tummy starting to churn with the effort it still takes to stand up to Grammy... Not that her wolf is having a hard time adjusting to my new rank... Just that she's the woman who raised me and I know this is confusing for her... Having to listen to me instead of bulldozing over what I actually want with what she thinks is best for me.
"I... B-Hey... I could stay just for a few days... You know... Take care of the house while Silas takes care of you... I could handle the cooking so you two wouldn't have to worry about it... I can help with any medicine- I'm assuming you're on antibiotics or-"
"Grammy unless you want to rub my butthole with lidocaine cream you need to leave. And I'm not talking just like how you'd put on cream for diaper rash- I'm talking knuckle deep. I'm pretty sure you don't want that and I really don't want that... So it's time for you to go home." It is so hard trying to keep a straight face when Grammy shoots the epitome of the word horrified over her shoulder, her hand immediately diving into her pocket to pull out her keys.
It's much easier to sweep her out the door, a quick hug given to me with her eyes still wide and the promise being made that she would call me when she gets back to the North pine commune, a shout for Quinn to hurry up and follow her if he doesn't want to walk home being called over her shoulder after she turns and starts to head to her car.
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We stand in the doorway, only shuffling just enough for Quinn to wiggle his way out of our home, his arms immediately wrapping themselves around my beautiful mate for a hug goodbye before he pauses and pulls something unexpected from his back pocket... Adrian's panties quickly being pushed into my Sweetheart's hands before the omega smiles at us and take his leave, Agatha already buckled in and honking her horn, a question about where the nearest liquor store is being heard when the tiny wolf opens the passenger door and climbs inside with one more wave goodbye.
I don't have the emotional bandwidth to worry about whether or not Agatha might find her way back here with one of her dreaded squirt bottles filled with vodka, so instead, I focus on the feel of my Addy-Baby's hand as it squeezes mine to signal that its time for us to take the few steps back inside and shut the door.
I'm ready to help him get back in bed and start cleaning everything up despite wanting so badly to take him up on the offer to run... But I know that if we run I won't want to come back here until all traces of Agatha and Quinn's scents have completely dispersed, my hackles raised even now at the traces of them still swirling around us... But my Princess has other plans, his palm being pulled out of mine with a soft smile.
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Adrian
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Not even watching Grammy finally leave perks Silas up, and my mind circles back to how open and honest he's being with his emotions right now, letting them show... Letting me push my way inside of his head with the most gentle of nudges, the resistance I find more out of habit than to keep me out.
My sweet Daddy feels so bad about today... but he needs to understand that I don't hold my torn butthole against him... Especially not after he had so kindly started to show me just how much more fun our love life can be... The games he had so patiently set up with me something that had been thoughtful and brought us both so much amusement.
He's focusing on the wrong part of the day when really we should be planning on when we're going to try and do this again... Maybe just not after making love in front of the mirror... Something else we should be planning to do again.. Just next time with more preparation and maybe some lube so we don't end up in the same situation again.
I give his hand a squeeze before letting it go and wait until I have his attention, my eyes meeting his for a few moments of silence so he can know just how genuinely I move around our home with purpose, his steps silent as he follows me and watches as I open every single window, and all of the doors so the house can start to air out before moving to the cabinet I know he keeps the bottle of whiskey he rarely indulges in. It takes no effort to pour him a dram and hand him the glass before herding him towards the back porch where we can sit in peace and listen to nature as he tries to center himself, my place as always in Daddy's lap all snuggled up... No book this time, just the two of us focusing on decompressing from our long day while I ease some of Silas's newfound fear of accidentally hurting me again.
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Werewolf**18+** COMPLETED*** Adrian is delicate... Gentle... Too sweet for his own good. All he cares about is his books and the quiet hum of life that is his small-town wolf pack. What will he do when the Alpha of a neighboring pack scents him and is fully...
