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Chapter 4 by Strongly_Worded_Letter Strongly_Worded_Letter

Why did she arrive late?

A lead.

When she comes back from the bathroom, her hair is tied back in a ponytail, wearing a towel with beads of water still on her skin. Heading to the bedroom, she goes to change, leaving the door open. Her firm breasts jiggled from her putting on your hoodie and she turned her back to you when she put on a pair of sweatpants, shimmying her hips back and forth. Her walk as she gets to the table is amazing, her hips swaying side to side.

Seating herself across from you, you see the bags under her eyes. “Late night?” She smiled lightly, taking a bite out of a waffle. “Yeah, the team called me for a meeting. Most of it wasn’t important. But I have news. They have a lead on the Scientist who made the resequencing machine.” Swallowing your bite, you ask. “Dr.Tlaslov, right?” “The very same. Normally they wouldn’t give this information to junior members, but since I have a stake in it, they wanted me to know.” Taking a bite, you continue. “Do you think any of the research notes could help your ... condition?”

A sour look comes over her face. “I’m not sure. When I gained the genes of a Ground Bettle, it wasn’t just powers. I feel it inside me. A need, a drive, to build a nest. To be around my mate. To have a brood of my own.” Patricia’s eyes gloss over for a second, a smile stuck on her face, before the sour look returns. “More then anything Jones, I want to have your kids. If we find that machine, I could be fertile again.”

You coughed, familiar with the conversation, but still unsettled by it. You were both still young and neither of you had much. Being a father this early was uncomfortable. Patty’s eyes lingered over you for a moment, before she spoke again. “I know this is stressful for you. To have to deal with my urges. And every single day I wake up, I’m glad you stuck by me. I’m sorry if it’s seems forward, but I want you to know, even before I changed, I loved you.” She stretches over the table, planting a kiss on you cheek.

Taking the initiative, you hold her head in you hands, kissing her on the lips. “A bit early, isn’t it?” Her face is hot, gasping for air. “Don’t do that to me again, Jones. I’ll have a hard time controlling myself- ” You barrel torward her face again, you tongue flicking over her teeth. Patricia’s gives, her arms pushing the table out of the way. “Alright you little tease, you asked for it!”

What does she do next?

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