FALLON SENDS HER HEAD BETWEEN HER KNEES.
Her breaths were coming in short pants. Her heart raced within her chest. Millions of fragments of words went spiralling in her mind, forming strange patterns.
Arielle...Her Boss. Her Arielle. A wolf... A werewolf. Green Eyes... Superspeed. Intelligence. Silver moon... Everything.
One word stands out above the rest. Desire, hot and unyielding.
"Fall?" Arielle whispers as she kneels before her.
Arielle wasn't sure she could tell her, but the moment the words formed, all she could do was talk. And now, she's sure Fallon would never speak to her again.
"I'm sorry," she says, her hand on Fallon's shoulders.
Fallon slowly lifts her head and Arielle is stunned for a moment. Fallon's eyes aren't misty. Their lit. Shinning bright in little hazel circles.
"Fall, are you okay?" Arielle asks.
She is more stunned when Fallon moves in for a hug. A few silent seconds tick by.
"Fallon?" Arielle whispers.
"Shush..." Fallon mutters as she nuzzles her neck and breathes in her warm apple scent. "I love you, Arielle. A little fur isn't gonna stop me."
Arielle pulls away. Her eyes are misty as she holds Fallon's head to hers, their forehead's touching. She doesn't really know what she feels for Fallon but it's warm, like the sun of a rainbow. It is Passion and Hope. It's a Sister bond.
Fallon's eyes darken and she moves in for a kiss. Their hands roam over their wet skin and the kiss turns feverish. Fallon's sodden clothes come off and Arielle's towel falls to the floor.
Pure passion ignites, and wanton need takes over.
~. ~. ~.
They are sprawled on the bed, a box of Biscuits between them when Fallon's phone rings atop the small bedside table. She reaches over for it, peers at the screen and sends Arielle a coy smile.
"Hello! Darling," she sings into the phone.
Lyter's tense voice rumbles out.
"Hi, love. Are you okay?"
She glances at Arielle and replies, grinning.
"I'm perfect, Lyter. Now give the phone to my little pretty."
"Mommy!" Her daughter's bubbly voice pierces the reciever and Fallon moves it away from her ear.
"How's my perfect angel doing?"
"Daddy lost his bet."
"What?" Fallon says. Cassandra was only four years old, but was frequently proving very resourceful to her mother.
"Daddy and Uncle Michael bet huge. Daddy lost. I told him Drew was a bad quarter-back."
"Oh my god, what?" Fallon is stunned. Cassie is wonderful and brilliant. The 'quarter-back' in her statement comes out as 'quaback', and Fallon smiles to herself as Cassie rambles on about her Daddy's loss.
"Honey, could you give Daddy the phone?"
Fallon hears a brief scuffle in the background and a deeper voice fills the reciever.
"Hello, Fallon!" The voice is neither Cassandra's nor Lyter's.
"Michael?" Fallon says.
"How're you?" Michael offers.
"I'm fine," Fallon replies as she wriggles her eyebrows at Arielle.
"Could you please give Arielle the phone?"
"Yeah, sure."
Fallon hands the phone over to Arielle.
"Mi' amor," Michael says, his voice a deep rumble, and Arielle is confronted with the image of his well-muscled tattooed physique.
They make small talk about Hiarton Towers, and when Michael asks about the duration of her 'vacation', Arielle offers a vague reply.
"Michael, you still have that GPS program right?" Arielle asks.
"Yes, I do," he replies.
"Good. I need a favour."