Wolf Like Me

Leah POV (Age 22)

Though it was now their place it felt odd moving the boxes in. 

The apartment smelled unfamiliar and lacked the feeling of their presence. It was empty bones that the pair itched to fill as the drivers carted their things up. 

Once the apartment was filled, there was a new issue. Furniture. 

Weeks before moving in Fatin had looked online and found some lovely matching sets, but Leah had put her foot down at the thousands it would cost. She was already irked at Rana paying towards their rent, that was before all the furniture they offered to pitch in for.

And that was how they ended up at the thrift store. 

“What about that?” Fatin said, gaze landing on a pair of old wooden bookshelves. “If we get some wood stain and tools, I can fix them up.” 

With a scoff, Leah raised a brow. “You have never done DIY in your life. Didn’t you say the effort disgusted you?” She had stated such often, whining at Leah about the perils of manual labour more times than she could count.

Rolling her shoulders, Fatin puffed her chest out. “I can do it. How hard could it be?” 

This had become a more regular occurrence since leaving college; Fatin wanted to provide things. Leah had considered telling her to stop, but really she loved it. Whilst it wouldn't be hard for Leah to fix things up, Fatin had never touched tools in her life. 

“Okay then. I can help if you'd like.” Fatin would never do it. She was sure her mate would give up within a week. 

"I can do it, Leah. It's no hassle." Her shoulders rolled back as she trudged ahead.

Leah bit her lip, holding back the laughter that threatened to bubble up. 

It went on like that the whole way around the stores. Fatin spotted things that were cute but needed a hell of a lot of work. She even reserved a natural slice of walnut wood, telling Leah she would get legs for it and that they could have it as a table. 

They ended up with a mishmash of junk that Leah looked at anxiously. However, she knew better than to get in the way of Fatin’s need to provide. A few days prior Fatin had cooked her a steak that went terribly wrong, and she spent the whole evening locked in her bedroom brooding. 

Leah understood why; in their twenties, their hormones were changing. They were changing. The process was rough, let alone when you were already mated. Whilst Leah would become tearful and hide in small spaces, Fatin would become irked at herself for failing jobs. 

So, she prepared herself for this situation to go abysmally sour in a week’s time. She brought snacks for when Fatin hit the low and even ordered a cute bra to distract her. 

When the weekend hit Leah had to head back home to help her dad with something. Parting from Fatin was hard, but it was only two days. 

Before she left the furniture from the thrift store was still haphazardly stacked in the centre of the room, waiting for one strong breeze to knock it over like dominoes. Fatin hadn’t touched a thing but spent every evening watching videos and ordering stuff from the hardware store. Leah was waiting on the day she gave up. 

However, when she returned on Sunday evening, she found her mate sitting on the floor with a drill; the thing whirring as she made another hole in the tabletop and secured the fourth pin leg. 

“Fatin?” 

“Oh, hey babe.” 

Their once messy and chaotic apartment looked like a home. The cabinets had been sanded and treated in a caramel-brown wood stain. New hinges and handles had been put on things, all made from black iron that made it look antique. Shelves had been cut and hung with black metal piping holding them in place. 

It was perfect. 

And there Fatin was, sweat covering her vest as she wiped her forehead and grinned up at Leah. 

God was it hot. Could ovaries sing? It felt like they were fucking doing some weird shit at this display.

“You did all of this?” 

“Yeah, I got started when you left. Take a look in the bedroom, we have a bed set up. No more back ache from the crappy floor mattress.” 

Leah was growing irritable having to sleep on a mattress on the floor, but now there was a bigger mattress sitting on top of a four-post bed with a green velvet headboard that matched the couch. 

“Where did you find the headboard?” 

“Oh, I made it. I found material that matched the one you liked that was way out of our budget. Fixed it to a headboard that I found at that thrift store we got the bookshelves at and then added padding.” 

“You made me the headboard I liked?” 

Fuck, her ovaries really were going wild. Whenever Leah looked at Fatin all she could picture were those beautiful fangs dropping and-

“Yeah. I built the lights too,” Fatin said, gesturing to some lighting made of brass piping with rope cables. Just like the six-hundred-dollar ones Leah had loved and refused to buy.

“How?” 

“I watched like an ass tonne of YouTube tutorials. And some on TikTok, I painted too.” 

Leah could see that; green and pastel pink arches were painted on the walls, matching the room. Picture frames now hung with photos of their family and friends. 

She had never felt so much love for Fatin at that moment. Not as she wordlessly tugged her over to the sofa, pushing her down roughly against the material.  

“Leah, I have another leg to fit we can watch television in a-”

She tugged her shirt over her head and then moved to tug Fatin’s off. 

“Oh,” Fatin said, eyes widening as Leah’s lips fell to her ear. 

“You smell so good when you work out,” Leah hummed, kissing along her jawline.

Fatin smelled just as good as she did when she used to play football, or now after she went running. It was that smell and the sight of everything she provided that was currently driving Leah insane. 

“Shit Leah.” 

She ripped her own shirt away, thighs resting on either side of Fatin as she kissed her breathless. 

Slowly she worked her way off her lap, moving to unbuckle her belt before working her trousers down her legs. 

"God you look beautiful kneeling for me." 

A blush dappled the skin of her neck as Leah chewed on her lip. She pulled the trousers off her ankles and then tore away her thong with one movement. 

"Oh, you're going to-"

Leah kissed her knee, her cheek brushing against her inner thigh as she nodded. Wordlessly she disappeared between Fatin's thighs to thank her. 

"I need to do DIY way more often."