As it got late the men talked about who was sleeping where. It appeared that Max, Marcy, Ian and Dexter were staying at the cabin. The rest of them had made notes of other safe houses in the area where that had already made arrangements to stay. From what Marcy could hear while she helped Max clear the table they all planned to meet back at the cabin in the morning when storm was to arrive for a pack meeting. Ian said his last goodbyes and walked the men out and then headed back to the kitchen to help the girls. When Ian returned to the kitchen Max and Marcy were bickering back and forth about who was going to wash the dishes.
"I've got them" insisted Max. "No, I can do them" Marcy whined. "That's enough of that, I will clean you both cooked" Ian ordered from the doorway. Both girls flinched not realizing he was standing there. "Ian, you scared us!" Max laughed holding onto Marcy's shoulder. "Sorry, but the two of you have done enough. Dextert has already stocked the rooms with everything you might need for the next few days, Max why don't you take Marcy to her room and you both get some rest while I finish cleaning this up." Dexter appeared behind Ian with a larger than life grin clearly proud of himself for thinking ahead. But his face quickly changed to something shy and unsure both qualities that seemed completely out of his nature as he looked at Max. "Actually Max... I was hoping we could go for a walk and talk if you would join me" it was the quietest Marcy had heard him. Then again the last 24 hours she had only really heard him barking orders at the pack. Max turned to look at Marcy who nodded in approval before turning back to Dexter "okay" she said as she took his hand and they both left the room. Marcy turned back to look at Ian, and lifted herself onto the counter while her short legs dangled there "I guess I'll just have to wait on you then" she pured at Ian. Ian's usual devilish grin plaster on his face as he rolled up his sleeves and finished cleaning the kitchen.
Once Ian had finished washing the dishes he dried his hands and walked over to Marcy wrapping his hands around her waist and looked into her eyes. The tension pressing against Marcy thigh making her grow hungry and let out a small grown of desire as she felt her panties growing moist. Ian realizing what he was doing jerked away as if he had burnt himself on their combined desire. "Are...are you ready for bed?" Ian asked. Marcy had never heard him unsure of himself let alone stutter. Marcy slid her self of the counter in defeat hanging her head "yeah". "This way" Ian said as he led Marcy out of the kitchen down the front hall and up the stairs. Ian walked Marcy into the third room on the right. The room was dark and seemed colder than the rest of the house. It had the bare lumber walls. No pictures, black aesthetics (curtains, sheets, blankets and even the lamp). The room only consisted of a bed and one night stand. Ian showed her two doors in the room one being the recently shocked closet and the other being the on suit. "I think that's it, get some rest" Ian said as he turned twords the door.