Petting

Just fall asleep. It’s better than this. You don’t need to deal with anything. Just give up.

Curled tightly in the corner where your bed meets the wall, you stopped crying a little while ago. Seems you’ve moved onto the depression step. Next is either sleep or self loathing. You really hope it’s the former.

A creak proceeds a sliver of light as someone opens the door.

“Tina? Are you in here?” Comes Jemima’s soothing high voice. You don’t respond. Just pull yourself tighter together and hope to sink into the space between here and nowhere. A choice you immediately regret as Jemima flicks the lights on.

“Oh, good. I was quite worried you’d run off into the labyrinth of the university.” She makes her way over towards you, “Are you alright?”

You consider what to say. You’re clearly not alright but you really don’t want to get into it. One thing will lead to another and you really don’t feel like treading that well worn and tiresome trail today.

“M’fine.” You mumble into your own chest.

“I see.” you feel a shift on the bed beside you, “You don’t look it.”

“How would you know.? Maybe I’m better than ever? Heck, today has been one of the most fantastic days in my whole bloody cursed existence!” You snap.

“Then perhaps I should leave you to it.” Comes a sharp reply, “I wouldn’t want to intrude on such evident revelry” The bed shifts again. You hear her make her way to her side of the room.

Your stomach twists. You didn’t mean to snap. Now you’re driving away the one person in this place that gives you time of day. You struggle to your knees, swiveling to face her.

“I-I’m sorry! Please don’t go!” you look to her pleadingly.

She turns back towards you, her face in its resting point of doll-like seriousness.

“Very well.” she returns and sits beside you, “But I would like to know something.”

“Uh… ok…?”

“Are you alright with physical contact?”

You blink at her a couple of times. “What?”

She sighs and shuffles closer to you and pulls you into a hug. You stiffen and begin to shake a little.

“It’s okay.” she says simply.

And that’s all you really needed. You relax in her arms and put your head to her chest sniffling.

“I take it that’s not the first time something like this has happened is it?” she says gently, all you can do is shake your head, “Do you know who she was? There might be something we can do about it.”

“I… no. I’ve never seen her before.”

“Do you know anyone who might? There are other werewolves here, perhaps you could talk to them?”

“NO!” you blurt out and try to pull away, though here grip is surprisingly strong for someone so slight.

“Alright, alright.” she coos and draws you back in, “perhaps we can talk about this later?”

You nod into her shoulder although that is the last thing you want. Perhaps you can get out of here and avoid that talk? It can’t be hard to hide from someone you live with indefinitely right? Her hand goes from you back and reaches up to your head.

“What are you-?” And that is all you can say as she begins to scratch and rub between your ears. Words giving way to a whimper as a tingling sensation makes its way from her fingertips to your entirety.

“I had someone close to me once who enjoyed this.” She smirks down at you, “Though I don’t recall her ever having quite such a reaction from it.”

You would like to say something. Maybe save face and regain some dignity. More than anything though you just want her to never stop. You feel your tail move on its own accord behind you, bunching up your skirt, as you push your head into her hand, maybe she could be just a bit rougher… You let out a long whine as she pulls her hand away.

“My apologies, it seems that this is a bit more intense for werewolves than vvitches.” you look into her eyes, there is a warmth there you are unused to. Not just from her but anyone you’ve met before. And something else. Something playful and hungry.

“Don’t stop! I mean it’s okay!” You shrink into yourself slightly. You sound so **** to your own ears. But it just felt so good. “Please?”

Her fingers return to their work on your scalp and ears as she beams at you. Not sure what you’ve done exactly to warrant it, but you bask in it all the same.

“Good girl.”

And just like that you are putty. you cuddle in closer to her as she pulls more light whimpers and whines from you as if you were her instrument and she was your musician. Her other hand begins to rub your back as you arch into it.

“Oh my. That definitely had an effect.” Her hands do not leave your body as she moves you to lie down on your back. As her hand comes around from your back to your stomach you are already panting, your visible skin blushing. You don’t have a clue what is happening to you and you are beyond the point of caring.

“Feeling better?” she asks from her position lying beside you.

You try your best to respond but all you manage is a moan and a glassy eyed stare.

“That’s good. If you are comfortable with this we can stay as we are a while longer. If you’d like though, I could assist you further.” She says pointing down your body.

You follow her gesture and to your dismay sober a little at the sight of the small tent you’ve pitched in your skirt.