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Animal Urges-13
Yeah, I know. Took me awhile. But finals are next week, so I'm stressing a bit. Anyway...
Chapter 13
November 10, 1973
Things were all right for awhile. Sure, she cried a lot, but James was always there. He pulled her through the nightmares, holding her when she needed to be held, leaving for a few hours when she just needed to lock herself in the bathroom to scream and snarl and claw. He never even said a word when he came home to see her nude and asleep on the tiled floor with bits of broken cosmetic bottles around her, just gathered her up in her arms and said how much he loved her.
Then he went back to the studio. She hadn’t resisted, probably because just moments before he chose to tell her she had curled up, cradling a pillow to her stomach and tuned out to the world, and by the time he was getting ready to leave it was too late to say anything. Still, she couldn’t help blaming herself for what happened that night.
It started out like most days, waking up to the smell of her tears and James’ cooking, delicately moving aside and trying to smile as he fed her. Normally she would have rolled her eyes at such babying, but it felt good to nab the bits of sausage from his fingers, loving how his sweat blended with the juices of the meat.
“You sure you don’t mind being alone for the whole day?”
“Of course not. I’m a big girl, I can take care of myself. Besides, I know you’re miserable without your music.”
“Okay, but don’t be afraid to call me if you need me, okay? No matter what it is, even if you’re just feeling upset again-“
“James” she put a hand on his neck, lightly clawing the skin, wishing it was fur.
“I’ll be fine. And anyway, I’ll appreciate your more when you’ve been gone for more than three hours” she kissed him, growling low in her throat as his saliva mixed with the taste of the food. God, she wanted him so bad.
She felt him sigh into her mouth and she whimpered slightly as he drew away. He smiled, running his fingers through her hair.
“Love you baby” he murmured, kissing her forehead. He stood up then, walking to the door and grabbing his coat.
“See you tonight”
Mandy nodded, sinking back onto the bed and going back to sleep. God, if only she had known he wouldn’t….
“Look Curt, it was really swell of you to pay for the drinks, but I should stop while I can still see and start home. I feel rotten for staying as long as I have when I could be back home with Mandy.”
“Aww fine” Curt stood up from the table, stumbling out and to his car. James sighed, going after him and pulling him back by the collar.
“C’mon, I’m taking you back. You’re way too drunk to drive.”
Curt just hiccupped and slumped into the passenger seat. James sighed, forcing himself to ignore everything but the road was Curt snuggled and stroked him the whole ten minutes to the hotel, even after James turned and gently told him to back off.
“Curt, I love Mandy….”
“Annn' I looove you” Curt crooned drunkenly. James sighed and shifted away.
Finally, they pulled up to the hotel. James walked around to the other side, opening the door and throwing Curt’s arm around his shoulders. He walked to the front door, knocking softly. It was quickly thrown open, revealing a very annoyed Brian Slade.
“What are you doing-oh. So that’s where you were” he snarled, pulling Curt in. Before shutting the door, he glared at James.
“Watch your back, boy.”
James rolled his eyes, flipping up his middle finger and walking back to the car.
Mandy rolled out of bed, groaning when she saw the time. Six. Well, James should be home soon anyway. She wearily wandered to the bathroom, turning the shower as hot as it could go. She slid out of her robe and stepped in. A soft growl filled her throat as the hot liquid rained across her body with the delicious heat of James’ kisses. She ran her clawed fingers down her chest and stomach, rolling her head back with closed eyes, as she felt silky wet fur. The first time in weeks the change had been gradual and pleasurable, instead of being torn from her bones out of sorrow. Maybe she’d try for that child tonight, or at least show James the thanks he deserved for being so kind and understanding this whole time.
She finished her shower and sauntered out to the living room while slipping into a little black night gown, frowning when she didn’t see James’ car outside. She walked over to the front door, stepping outside and standing on the sidewalk for a few moments.
A warm breeze blew by and her nostrils flared, skin prickling with the threat of becoming covered with fur. She heard fighting, laughing. And she smelled blood. James’ blood.
Mandy snarled angrily, not caring who saw as her bones snapped and her muscles fleshed out. She gave little thought to the ruined silk nightgown on the pavement, or what people would think when they saw a large brown wolf tearing down the street.
At first all she could see were the backs of three men. Then as she stalked around, Mandy saw one of them thrusting into the body of a bruised and bloody man. James.
She growled, jumping at the man’s leg. She refused to let go until he was a safe distance from James, who had now collapsed on the ground. She then turned to the others, snapping and yipping, giddy with the taste of blood.
Then she saw Brian emerge from the shadows. A protective, angry roar tore from her throat and she jumped on him. She hardly registered his screams and pleas, tearing out a chunk of his arm. She started to go for his face when she heard James whimper. Emitting one more threatening growl, she jumped off Brian. After he and his cronies ran away, she stalked over to James, licking his face and protectively resting her head on his chest until she smelled Jack’s distinctive perfume.
Chapter 13
November 10, 1973
Things were all right for awhile. Sure, she cried a lot, but James was always there. He pulled her through the nightmares, holding her when she needed to be held, leaving for a few hours when she just needed to lock herself in the bathroom to scream and snarl and claw. He never even said a word when he came home to see her nude and asleep on the tiled floor with bits of broken cosmetic bottles around her, just gathered her up in her arms and said how much he loved her.
Then he went back to the studio. She hadn’t resisted, probably because just moments before he chose to tell her she had curled up, cradling a pillow to her stomach and tuned out to the world, and by the time he was getting ready to leave it was too late to say anything. Still, she couldn’t help blaming herself for what happened that night.
It started out like most days, waking up to the smell of her tears and James’ cooking, delicately moving aside and trying to smile as he fed her. Normally she would have rolled her eyes at such babying, but it felt good to nab the bits of sausage from his fingers, loving how his sweat blended with the juices of the meat.
“You sure you don’t mind being alone for the whole day?”
“Of course not. I’m a big girl, I can take care of myself. Besides, I know you’re miserable without your music.”
“Okay, but don’t be afraid to call me if you need me, okay? No matter what it is, even if you’re just feeling upset again-“
“James” she put a hand on his neck, lightly clawing the skin, wishing it was fur.
“I’ll be fine. And anyway, I’ll appreciate your more when you’ve been gone for more than three hours” she kissed him, growling low in her throat as his saliva mixed with the taste of the food. God, she wanted him so bad.
She felt him sigh into her mouth and she whimpered slightly as he drew away. He smiled, running his fingers through her hair.
“Love you baby” he murmured, kissing her forehead. He stood up then, walking to the door and grabbing his coat.
“See you tonight”
Mandy nodded, sinking back onto the bed and going back to sleep. God, if only she had known he wouldn’t….
“Look Curt, it was really swell of you to pay for the drinks, but I should stop while I can still see and start home. I feel rotten for staying as long as I have when I could be back home with Mandy.”
“Aww fine” Curt stood up from the table, stumbling out and to his car. James sighed, going after him and pulling him back by the collar.
“C’mon, I’m taking you back. You’re way too drunk to drive.”
Curt just hiccupped and slumped into the passenger seat. James sighed, forcing himself to ignore everything but the road was Curt snuggled and stroked him the whole ten minutes to the hotel, even after James turned and gently told him to back off.
“Curt, I love Mandy….”
“Annn' I looove you” Curt crooned drunkenly. James sighed and shifted away.
Finally, they pulled up to the hotel. James walked around to the other side, opening the door and throwing Curt’s arm around his shoulders. He walked to the front door, knocking softly. It was quickly thrown open, revealing a very annoyed Brian Slade.
“What are you doing-oh. So that’s where you were” he snarled, pulling Curt in. Before shutting the door, he glared at James.
“Watch your back, boy.”
James rolled his eyes, flipping up his middle finger and walking back to the car.
Mandy rolled out of bed, groaning when she saw the time. Six. Well, James should be home soon anyway. She wearily wandered to the bathroom, turning the shower as hot as it could go. She slid out of her robe and stepped in. A soft growl filled her throat as the hot liquid rained across her body with the delicious heat of James’ kisses. She ran her clawed fingers down her chest and stomach, rolling her head back with closed eyes, as she felt silky wet fur. The first time in weeks the change had been gradual and pleasurable, instead of being torn from her bones out of sorrow. Maybe she’d try for that child tonight, or at least show James the thanks he deserved for being so kind and understanding this whole time.
She finished her shower and sauntered out to the living room while slipping into a little black night gown, frowning when she didn’t see James’ car outside. She walked over to the front door, stepping outside and standing on the sidewalk for a few moments.
A warm breeze blew by and her nostrils flared, skin prickling with the threat of becoming covered with fur. She heard fighting, laughing. And she smelled blood. James’ blood.
Mandy snarled angrily, not caring who saw as her bones snapped and her muscles fleshed out. She gave little thought to the ruined silk nightgown on the pavement, or what people would think when they saw a large brown wolf tearing down the street.
At first all she could see were the backs of three men. Then as she stalked around, Mandy saw one of them thrusting into the body of a bruised and bloody man. James.
She growled, jumping at the man’s leg. She refused to let go until he was a safe distance from James, who had now collapsed on the ground. She then turned to the others, snapping and yipping, giddy with the taste of blood.
Then she saw Brian emerge from the shadows. A protective, angry roar tore from her throat and she jumped on him. She hardly registered his screams and pleas, tearing out a chunk of his arm. She started to go for his face when she heard James whimper. Emitting one more threatening growl, she jumped off Brian. After he and his cronies ran away, she stalked over to James, licking his face and protectively resting her head on his chest until she smelled Jack’s distinctive perfume.
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