Max Ralston

“There were suspicious people. Call them mundane, but they owned guns,” he said, retorted. “I’d sniff out what I can, but things are going pretty well so far. I’m content with this peaceful atmosphere,” he said.

She hummed into his kiss pleasantly, not deepening it, just enjoying the moment, letting herself relax into his embrace. When they parted, she shrugged slightly. “They sounded fairly legit, and I’m meeting them at a club, so it’s a public place. If it would make you feel better, you’re welcome to come and watch, keep an eye on me.” She offered, not wanting this to be a problem. She knew already that he was extremely tolerant to even let her conduct her pole dancing lessons after the bonding, so she wanted to make sure he was completely comfortable with everything about her job, and she tried to be as open and upfront about all her clients and appointments as well. “Might be fun. After the appointment we could stay out for a little while, if you wanted.”

Malia frowned, leaning forward and cupping his jaw in her hand, smoothing her thumb over his cheek, her eyes fluttering closed as she searched for pain and found a tension headache, permeate through his temples and down the back of his head. She focused for a moment and drew the pain away, wincing as she felt it flow through her own head briefly before disappearing. She opened her eyes and frowned. “You’re stressed.” She stated, her brow furrowing as she leaned closer and nuzzled his neck gently, placing a kiss to his jaw. “Do you want to go home? We can relax a bit and go to bed?” She murmured, wrapping her arms around his middle, offering what physical comfort she could, shifting so she freed his hand from between her legs and draped her legs across his lap, knowing the closer she was, the more calm he’d feel. “I’m not sure. I didn’t recognize the name on the phone. But they just wanted a basic session. I’ll teach them a simple routine to a cliche song like Pony, and hopefully be in and out of there. I don’t think it’ll take the full 2 hours, but I book in 2 hour blocks.” She shrugged, slipping one hand under his shirt, rubbing the skin of his side gently. “I don’t have any sessions or classes on Saturday, though.”

Max shook his head. “You seem stressed out. Why don’t you take a breather? Would it be too irresponsible to have one of your pack take over for a shift?”

She rolled her eyes. “I doubt old people could keep up with us…” She grinned looking over to the bartender and signaling for another round, her buzz losing some of its edge. “What’s that sigh for?” She asked, her hand absently trailing up and down his arm. It was almost a subconscious act, the physical contact just something she was so accustomed to by now. “Would you rather do something else?” She cleared her throat as she remembered something. “Oh. I booked a private session on Friday. It’s a bachelorette party, so it’s late. From 11-1. So I’ll be home late that day.” 

Max cocked his head at her interesting reaction. His hand was nearly cracked in the back of his palm. Two fingers became departed. Within a few seconds of it happening, it healed on it’s own and kept departed with her thigh hurting him. He enjoyed his hand’s torture. It was tragically a thrill, a simple one that had his hand very close to her and better yet inside her. “It’s extremely romantic. Sounds like something an old couple would do, but here it’s a common date,” he said. “A waterfall is cool down, too,” he complimented. Then Max stared hard and sighed at Malia’s face.

As naturally warm creatures, Max felt his hand become nuzzled by her thin thighs. So thin and yet, firm. He didn’t give the suggestion a second thought. “Wonderful, I’d love to see you on all fours again. In the woods, we could, but during the day? Hmm,” he said, squeezing what his hands on the thick parts of her thigh. “That would eradicate and expose us to the hunters. I’m joking of course. You may have a thigh gap, but I can hardly see your abs. And I could feel your leg bone,” he added, after some given thought that took seconds. Also a pressing grip to her thigh with his round hand.

He reached over to the bourbon and gripped it slightly with a light touch, carefully not to break the glass by mere strength. His frown formed in between his brows as he gave her this look. “Grumpy?” he repeated. Then took a long sip. “I’m just lost in thought, that’s all,” he said. “You shouldn’t have to worry about it thing,” he softly ran his hand over her thigh. “What’s going on with you, today?” he asked.

The brunette set the shot glass down on the bar in front of her, hissing as the alcohol burned her throat. “I’ll take two more.” She turned to look at the person sitting next to her. “You want one?”

“Um, you haven’t happened to see a husky puppy anywhere around here, have you? Like, in the last five minutes? Mine, uh, well, she got out, and I lost track of her a couple blocks back. And my dad’s gonna kill me if I lose her.”

“If that’s really all, then..I’ll leave you to your business.”

“Is something the matter?”

“You do know we haven’t gotten an attack in over a year, right?”

“Its a bottom-pit job. Though if you don’t take your role seriously, the attackers could see it, feel it right through you,” he said, eyeing the guy. 

“You didn’t hear me say something’.”