howl at the moon, little wolf ☾

“Fake chocolate?” Carter asked, arching a brow. “Well…I can’t imagine it’s much worse than dark chocolate. If you ask me, that tastes like sadness wrapped in chalk.”

When Delanie laughed — or rather, tried to tamp down her mirth behind a grin — he couldn’t initially tell if she was laughing with him or at him. Both were wholly viable options, as far as he was concerned, and with a soft snort, he had to smile.

"It has to be fake, otherwise I get the worst allergic reaction and I really don't feel like carrying around an epi-pen all the time. I know I'd end up losing it or misplacing it and that's pretty dangerous."

Brows raised slightly at the posed question and she laughed again, this time it was at him. For asking something so ridiculous. He should know by now, he was the prey and she was the hunter. The huntress. She wasn't going to let him leave until he was fully satiated.

~ she picks up the phone, answering with an exasperated sigh ~

Elias's smile only lingers as her thumb rubs small circles on his hand as they hold hands. Her hand is warm in his, warmer than any glove or mitten. It feels normal, safe, and calming to walk with her like this. It's like they're old friends, even though they just met. It's nice to build a connection like this, even if he'll forget it one day.

She flinches at her partner's touch, and that's the telltale sign. Jack isn't someone who jumps easily ; especially at touches that seem to be initiating something. In fact, it's twice as likely she's the one initiating. Sex is something she likes, she craves it so much that someone might be forgiven for thinking it's all she cares about. ( It's not. Far from it. Describing that she occasionally, maybe even OFTEN, wants something else, something softer is ... hard. )

But right now ? She flinches. Not like she doesn't enjoy the touch — more like her mind is somewhere else. Somewhere that means she can't make her body match what her partner might be in the mood for.

And she doesn't want to disappoint. She's such a sexual person, it feels like not reciprocating the mood will disappoint her partner. Even though logically she knows better, feelings don't fucking care about logic.

So Jack latches onto another feeling, another thought : ( They're good. They're safe. They care about you. They care about YOU more than they care about having sex. So don't be an asshole to yourself or to them. Open your fucking mouth. They're not gonna be disappointed. They'd be pissed if you didn't say anything. )

" Hey, uh, " she mumbles, " can we maybe ... maybe not tonight ? " The words feel weird to say. Awkward. She feels like she has to explain herself even though she knows she shouldn't have to. " It's not — it's not you, you know ? And it's not like I don't wanna ... I just ... I'm not feelin' it. "

The flinch catches her off guard, completely and entirely. It's not what she was expecting to happen but it does and immediate guilt wracks through her. Maybe she should have been better at noticing the signs, but then again ... Jack is practically a magician when it comes to her feelings. She's good at keeping them at bay, beneath the surface. You have to really dig for them on certain days.

Delanie's hand moves to a less sexual area, to her shoulder. Thumb gently grazes over the skin and her smile is nothing but caring, comforting and understanding. There's even a little twinkle in her eyes. She feels grateful that Jack feels comfortable enough to express how she's feeling in this moment. That she doesn't want to. And Delanie will always respect that.

"Just peachy..."

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