“So, what do you two have planned for today? Anything specific that you’d like to do?” Keelin asked as she popped a few slices of bread in the toaster, speaking to Hope and Josie over her shoulder. Freya was seated in front of Nik’s baby chair, cooing at him as she tried to get him to eat his breakfast.
Hope finished filling two cups of coffee and slowly slid the one over the counter at Josie, meeting her gaze unwillingly, her eyes immediately lighting up.
*Hope breathed heavily as the blankets fell to the floor, ripped away by eager hands so that her body could make contact with Josie’s. Straddling the younger girl’s hips, the tribrid soon had a wrist clasped in each hand and pinned them above Josie’s head, trapping them down into the pillow on which brown waves of hair were splayed out. Josie looked up at Hope with hunger, rolling her hips ever so slightly in anticipation.
Hope cleared her throat as a wave of heat washed over her cheeks. “Uhh I don’t… we haven’t really decided yet.” She muttered in response to Keelin’s question.
Josie focused her gaze down at the coffee that sat between her curled hands, trying to hide the bright glow of her eyes, though she knew it was impossible. The next best thing was at least to hide her gaze from Hope. She idly took a sip and shrugged her shoulders, “It’s a nice day out.”
“Well maybe you should take Josie sightseeing, Hope.” Freya suggested right before catching some scrambled egg that Nik had decided to fling from his plate. She made a face at him and wiped his mouth gently with a soft cloth. “You could go show her the Bayou. Take a boat ride.” Freya knew that the Bayou held a special connotation for Hope, regarding her mother’s roots and the place that was once the home of Hope’s actual pack, the Crescents.
Josie dared to glance up at Hope who had by now come to take a seat at the kitchen counter next to her. She smiled faintly before having to wet her lips as she locked into those glowing golden orbs, her mouth suddenly feeling very, very dry.
*Josie’s hands slid underneath Hope’s shirt and up her back, before the siphon raked her nails back down again, causing Hope to grind down on Josie’s hips and squeeze harshly at her wrists, her lips pausing their movements against the hot skin of Josie’s neck to growl out a low, “Oh my god…” When she finally released Josie’s wrists, the younger girl was quick to tangle her fingers in auburn locks and tug Hope’s mouth into hers forcefully, swallowing up a collective moan of pleasure.
“What do you think?” Hope arched a brow at Josie at Freya’s suggestion.
Josie flushed and stuttered out a simple “Sounds nice.”
Keelin put a breakfast plate in front of each of the girls and leaned onto the counter as she eyed the two conspicuously. Josie blinked down at her food and idly started eating, while Hope tried to play it cool at least. “What?” She smirked nervously at Keelin as she took hold of her fork.
Keelin smiled knowingly and glanced over to her wife, who grinned back at her and then at the two girls. “It’s coming off you two in waves.” The older wolf said as she rested onto her elbows, continuing to watch the two. Josie swallowed some toast down the wrong hole and coughed, spluttering as she took a few desperate sips of coffee to ease her throat.
*Josie gasped for air as Hope lay her body down on top of her, heat emanating and accumulating between them like two suns about to melt together. Their legs tangled together as thighs settled between thighs and hips locked into hips and fingers grasped at exposed skin eagerly. Hope tilted Josie’s face to hers and pressed their lips together, moving wantonly as tongues soon slid out to duel in a battle for domination over the other.
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Surreptitious
FanfictionA Hosie-centric continuation of season 2. With Hope still trapped in Josie's subconscious, the young siphon is experiencing intense transcendental dreams and rather ineffable encounters with Hope's wolf. What does it mean? And what will it lead to o...