went apple picking and the spot we went to had raspberries and you know I was up in those brambles eating the best raspberries I have ever had.
naturally it got me thinking about bear shifter!price who retired from the service to a quiet little cabin in the woods. the kind of place where you could walk out your front door and not see another soul for miles and miles.
price knew there were hiking trails through the woods, knew they used to be frequented by the locals and others, but rumors of bear sightings had scared off most people. a few carefully planed sightings of price in his bear form and suddenly he had half the mountainside to himself.
you had heard the rumors, old men huddled around the bartop where you worked whispering about about a big black bear, biggest bear anyone had ever seen taking up residence in the woods that you had grown up exploring. you weren't going to let some bear stop you from rediscovering the woods you grew up in.
you follow the familiar paths through woods that feel more like coming home then the house you had grown up in had when you came back to town after years of being away.
you packed a lunch, had plenty of water, but when you found the brambles thick with raspberries, plump and juicy, hanging heavy from the vines. it would have been a shame to let them go to waste.
thats where price finds you. laid out on the ground by the brambles, brambles he had been waiting to ripen, fingers stained with the juice from the berries, face sticky, eyes closed as you rest, the high summer sun sapping your energy until you had no chance but to take a nap, head rested against your pack.
you wake to the feeling of something wet and warm dragging against your face. your mind slow to catch up in, body fully melted into that warm summer nap. when your eyes do peel open you feel like your caught in a dream. theres no other explanation for it because the alternative is that a massive bear is standing over you, giant paw next to your head, mouth open, tongue lolled out to lick stripes up your neck and cheeks.
price feels it when you wake, knows the moment you realize the danger you are in, body tensing, breath stuttering in your chest. you're scared enough that he wouldn't have to worry about you returning to his woods, stealing his berries, bothering his peace.
but the smell of you is thick in the air, the taste of your sweat mixed with the sweet juice of berries coats his tongue. the gasp that escapes your lips when he drops his head down on your chest has his blood boiling, its hard not to imagine what other sounds he could coax out of you.
maybe he didn't need to be so alone up here, maybe there was a benefit to having someone to share his berries with.
part two











