It’s mid-morning when I step out of the bathroom, lifting my arms in a long, satisfying stretch. Still dressed in my pajamas, I wander over to Valko.
“Morning,” I say softly, leaning in to place a gentle kiss on his arm. “I’ve been thinking… How would you feel about going camping one of these days?”
Valko doesn’t move at first when you approach, just that slow, steady rise and fall of his chest, the quiet stillness of someone who could still be asleep… but isn’t. The moment your lips brush his arm, there’s a faint tightening under your touch. A low hum rumbles in his chest, as one golden eye cracks open to look at you. “Morning…” His voice is rough with sleep, warm in that gravelly way that always feels a little too close to a growl.
At your question, his gaze sharpens, interest piqued instantly.“Camping?” he repeats. His head tilts slightly. “Out in the woods… just us?” There’s a flicker of something feral behind his eyes, something that likes that idea far too much. Slowly, he pushes himself up onto one elbow. His nose brushes lightly along your shoulder, breathing you in, centering himself in your scent before answering. “I’d feel,” he murmurs, voice dropping, “like you’re handing me my favorite thing in the world… and trusting me not to lose control of it.”
“But I’d like it. A lot.” His hand finds your waist, his thumb brushing circles through the thin fabric of your pajamas. “You won’t get cold. You won’t get lost. Nothing out there will touch you.” His lips ghost near your collarbone. “Because I’ll be there.”Then, a faint smirk. “…though you should know,” he adds, “camping with me won’t be very… restful.” His eyes glisten. “Too many things I’ll want to show you.”
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Hey Valko, it's me. I know it's late, but... I don't know. Couldn't sleep. I figured you'd still be up and working in your lab. This whole thing has just gotten so overwhelming, I just wanted to talk it through with you, I guess.
It's just- The more I feel like I'm working towards my goals, the more problems seem to pop up. It's getting hard to even keep track of them all. Sometimes I wish I had a brain like yours, almost like a supercomputer of its own. Maybe then I wouldn't feel so stuck as all of these things keep piling up around me.
I'm trying to push through as best as I can and stay focused, but it gets hard. It's nothing that I can't handle, but I just wish I didn't have to handle it. Not on my own.
Sorry, this kind of got away from me. I'm gonna swing by the lab tomorrow. There's something I'd like you to look over for me. Anyways, I'll see you then. Goodnight, Valko.
-Lamb
…beep.
“…You always call when you can’t sleep.” A quiet exhale, like he’s leaning back in his chair, something metallic shifting faintly in the background.
“I was in the lab. Still am. But I heard it ring… figured it’d be you.”
“You’re not stuck, little lamb. You’re just in the middle of it. That’s where everything feels like it’s collapsing in on you… before it starts making sense.”
“I’ve seen your work. I know how your mind runs. You don’t need a ‘supercomputer brain.’ You just need someone to help you sort the noise from what actually matters.”
A faint scoff, almost amused. “And you’re not doing this alone. Don’t get used to thinking that way.”
Another pause. You can almost hear him tapping something, maybe a pen, maybe his claw against the desk. “You said you’re coming by tomorrow? Good. Bring everything. The messy parts too, not just the ones you think are worth showing me.”
“I’ll go through it with you. We’ll break it down. Piece by piece. That’s all problems are, anyway.”
His voice lowers. “And little lamb… next time it gets like this? Call earlier.”
“…I don’t like the idea of you sitting there, drowning in it, while I’m right here.” A soft breath. “Get some sleep. I’ll still be here when you wake up.”
His touch, light as it is, sends sparks through my body. Shit. He can definitely feel the way my heart just sped up. Those wolf ears of his can hear it. He's so close I can smell the wild edge to him, underneath his cologne.
'Fuck,' I say softly. It's resigned almost, like I knew this would happen eventually. My brow furrows further and I blink, staring into the pot. Trying to reach for something in my mind. 'Salt!' I suddenly exclaim, reaching to grab it from the cupboard and becoming entangled in his massive limbs. 'Oh bloody hell, sorry.' I exhale sharply through my nose, annoyed at myself. 'You need salt,' I explain, trying to calm myself, to focus, to not let it burn while the fire of something new catches in my heart. 'It brings out the- the chocolateyness of chocolate. Enhances. It also mellows out bitterness. So it will magnify the sweetness and smooth the edges.'
Fuck I wanna kiss him so bad. For once I hope he can't read my face. Focus. Don't fuck it up.
He stills, like a predator deciding not to startle something delicate, but there’s nothing soft about the way his presence fills the space around you, heat pressing in from every angle. You can feel it now, his awareness locking onto you, sharp and unrelenting. “…Salt,” he repeats, voice low, almost thoughtful.
You don’t even have to look to know his ears have angled forward, catching every stutter in your breath, every uneven beat of your heart. There’s no way he’s missing it. No way he doesn’t know.
A faint huff of amusement brushes past your ear. “You’re explaining it like you’re trying to convince yourself,” he murmurs. His hand shifts, just slightly, but it’s enough. His fingers graze your wrist as you reach for the pot again, and it’s nothing, barely there… except it isn’t. The contact lingers like a spark that refuses to die out.
“You always talk this much when you’re nervous?” he adds, quieter now, closer. The space between you shrinks without him even stepping forward. Or maybe you’re the one who leaned in, you can’t tell anymore. All you know is that when you finally glance up, you’re met with those golden eyes already waiting, steady and knowing.
Your explanation about chocolate hangs uselessly in the air. Valko tilts his head slightly. There’s a flick of movement behind him, his tail. “You’re right, though,” he says. “It balances things out.” His gaze drops to your lips then back up again.
His thumb brushes once against your wrist. “Should I stop being patient?”
Oh Valko. You are the cutest aren't you? I'm so tired. You're so huggable. C'mere 💜
A low chuckle rumbles out of Valko before you even finish, like he’s already moving.
“Cute?” he echoes.
There’s the soft thud of his boots as his arms wrap around you and pull you in.
“You look exhausted,” he murmurs. One hand comes up to cradle the back of your head, guiding you gently against his chest. His tail flicks once… then settles, curling loosely around you like it’s claiming its place.
“Come here. Don’t think. Just stay.”
He shifts so you’re more comfortable, one arm firm around your back, the other lazily tracing slow circles.
“You work too hard,” he mutters, “…but I’ve got you.” His grip tightens just slightly.
“Rest,” Valko adds, brushing his thumb lightly against your hair. “I’m not going anywhere, little wolf.”
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A spud *laughs hysterically* get it cause you call hot guys studs? High five me on the joke please?
Valko huffs under his breath, golden eyes flicking toward you with that unimpressed, but soft look he never quite hides.
“…That was terrible.” His tail flicks once. “…Come here.”
He lifts his hand and gives you a solid high five. His lips twitch like he’s fighting it. “…Spud,” he mutters, shaking his head. “You’re lucky I like you.”
