Wolf Like Me

Fatin POV (Age 18)

It’s the second night in that it starts. 

The clock had just struck ten when someone lightly knocked on the door, Dot groaning that it was probably some idiot knocking and dashing again. 

“Hi, you are?” Martha asked. 

“Leah, I’m Fatin’s-”

“Oh! Fatin’s mate! We’ve heard so much about you, come in.” Martha grinned. 

“Hey.” She rose from the couch, walking over to Leah who immediately melted into her side. “Are you okay?” she implored quietly. 

“Missed you.” 

“Okay hoes, we’re gonna head to bed. Enjoy your half-naked Channing Tatum.” 

“Oh, I will,” Dot replied without moving her eyes from the screen. 

Feeling her unsettled emotions, she tugged Leah into her room; sighing at her scent as she moved her arms around Fatin again. 

“Are you sure you’re good?” 

“Yeah. I’m only tired and I couldn’t sleep.” 

“Why couldn’t you sleep?” 

“Missed you.” Leah yawned, burying her head into Fatin’s neck. 

“Okay cutie, get into bed. I need to brush my teeth and stuff so give me five minutes then I’ll join you.” 

“You’re leaving?” Leah whined. 

“Briefly. Go lay down, the pyjama shirt I wore last night is on the end of the bed if you want to change into that.” 

Leah slumped down on the bed, deflating. “Okay.” 

She went about her nightly routine: removing her makeup, cleansing her face, brushing her teeth, and then moisturizing. Fatin always kept Leah a bubble-gum toothpaste next to her own because she hated mint with a passion. 

Letting herself into her room, she stilled when her eyes were met with Leah’s bare chest as she tugged Fatin’s shirt over her head. 

“Oh, hey,” Leah said, too tired to even feel embarrassed. 

“Hey.” Fatin’s voice was raw as she spoke, brain still stuck on the sight of Leah half nude. 

“Are you coming to bed?” 

“Yeah, totes.” Quickly she put her things away, climbing into the bed alongside Leah. 

Leah buried herself into Fatin, inhaling deeply with a sound of contentment passing her lips as Fatin wrapped her arms around her in return. 

“You smell good.” 

Her arms tightened around Leah at the compliment. “Sleep angel.” 

“Mmkay. Love you.” 

“I love you too,” Fatin chuckled, kissing her head. 

It happens again the next day, though Leah makes it to eleven before she heads over in Fatin’s pyjama shirt that Fatin wore last night; one that her mate apparently stole. 

“Come on,” Fatin said, dragging her through the place to her room. 

“Missed you.” Leah blinked her eyes sleepily, kissing Fatin. 

“Sleep.” 

On the third night, Fatin senses a pattern. She makes a note to tell Leah to come over earlier instead of trying to fight the emotion for hours. Fatin can feel the discomfort each time Leah tries to sleep for those hours like a tickle down her spine she grows to hate. 

“Babe, maybe you should just come back to mine to sleep at night,” Fatin suggests on the fourth. 

Leah agrees, stating she’ll finish her homework up at hers and then head over. 

She notes the change in Leah’s scent. It turns sickly sweet at times like sugar-laden candy and Fatin craves it. The scent piles up against her nose at night, leaving her stomach in knots as she tries to ignore it. 

That night they slip into bed as usual but Leah squirms and rolls, letting out huffs of annoyance when she can’t get comfortable.

“Are you okay there?” 

“No. You’re  so far away.” 

“Babe I’m laying right against you.” 

Leah huffs again, reaching for Fatin’s hand and settling it on her chest beneath her shirt. Fatin palms her gently, breaths coming heavy as she kisses Leah’s neck. “Better,” Leah mumbled, falling asleep shortly after.

It changes again; Leah ends up in her bed each night that week, tugging Fatin’s hand beneath her shirt to calm her. After a week the on-edge state is back, and Leah is wriggling in the bed and groaning at how far away Fatin is. 

She hates seeing Leah like this, but her scent is something else; leaving Fatin fighting her thoughts as Leah grows uncomfortable. 

“What’s up? Is it the lighting? I can turn the alarm clock off at the mains, it’s kind of bright.” 

“It’s not the clock.” 

“Is it the fabric conditioner? I only switched it up because the store was out.” 

“No.” Her mate tensed, hands balling into fists of annoyance as she breathed deeply. She reached for the hand under her shirt, dragging it lower. 

“Leah-”

“Is this okay?”

Fatin lowered her chin in agreement, holding her breath as Leah fed her hand into the front of her shorts. Her heart was pounding rapidly, and warmth worked its way lower as Fatin’s fingers rested there, not daring to move. 

“Better?” 

Leah shook her head. “More.” 

“Oh. Are you sure?” 

“Fatin, we’ve been together for over a decade.” 

“I know but that doesn’t mean there’s any pressure.” 

Leah rolled her hips against Fatin’s hand, Fatin sighing when she realised how much she wanted this. “Shit Leah.” 

“Can you-”

“Yeah, I’ve got you.” Fatin leaned in, taking her lips between her own as her fingers began to explore. 

Leah was surprisingly calm; the touch eased her anxiousness as Fatin tried to wrap her head around this. Around Leah and all that they had been through. Around the feel of her and the sounds that left her lips- ones that left Fatin rolling her hips slightly. 

Watching Leah lose herself was perhaps Fatin’s favourite thing. It was the way her breathing became heavy and laboured and how she whined and chased Fatin’s hand whenever it moved. It was the way she eventually got annoyed at the barrier and kicked off her shorts, then tugged Fatin’s shirt off. It was the intense feeling of the first time that they laid beside one another completely bare, settling into a comfort that long-awaited them. 

“Fatin I-”

“I’ve got you. You look so beautiful, Leah.” 

Watching Leah climax had more of an effect on Fatin than she would have thought. So much so that her fangs dropped and she reached blindly behind her for her caps, fitting them on quickly. Leah looked at them with awe, running her thumb over them in a way that turned her on so much it was almost uncomfortable. 

Leah rolled on top of her, leaning down to kiss Fatin with such love that she felt welcomingly suffocated by it. She grew demanding, lips roaming lower down Fatin’s body as she kissed every inch of her scent that lingered on her skin. 

“Babe-”

A head dropped between her legs and Fatin felt the lights dancing behind her eyelids as she let out a moan. Her hand latched into messy hair, guiding Leah who really needed no prompting. 

Mates often had instincts that would guide them to what the other needed. Something Leah knew as she slipped two fingers in her and brought Fatin quickly into the most intense climax of her life. 

Afterward, they both lay there, speechless. Fatin’s hand played with Leah’s hair, occasionally dropping a kiss on the top of her head. It was a huge change, the last this big had been the first time they kissed. She felt the shift then and another now in their bond that pulled her closer to her mate’s side. 

She popped off her fang caps as the control re-entered her, nuzzling into Leah’s neck at an entirely new scent. She had smelled it before, faintly, but never knew what the change was. It was sometimes there after Leah showered, other times when Fatin stopped by unexpectedly. Need trembled through her as she realised that she had caught Leah in the middle of... things... before without realising. 

“You smell so fucking good right now,” Fatin finally said, rolling them again. 

Leah smiled up from underneath her, mumbling something about bringing her scent cream next time because as she turned them Fatin’s fangs dropped again. 

“I like them,” Leah said, running her thumb over one so that Fatin’s hips arched into her. "They're insanely hot."

Fatin shook her head, reaching for the caps again. “Don’t touch them unless they’re capped. The last thing we need is-”

Leah stared up at her with wide eyes, nodding as she tugged Fatin’s mouth back to her own. 

Come morning the sunlight filtered into the room. It danced across Leah’s bare chest as the trees moved outside, and all Fatin could think about was how lucky she was to have had Leah in her life for so long. The same Leah who held Fatin as she cried when she fell out of a tree was now muttering quietly in her sleep. The girl who got annoyed at her for throwing fries had made Fatin see stars six times the night prior. 

She was very lucky indeed. 

“Morning,” Leah said, wrapping her leg around Fatin’s hip. 

“Morning. How are you feeling?” 

“As in… with what we did last night?” 

“Yes.” Fatin chewed her cheek as Leah remained silent. 

However, then she was tugging the sheets over her head and disappearing wordlessly beneath. “Shit Leah.”