These Bruises . . .
Characters: Leah/Bella (Embry)
Genre: family?/friendship?
Rated: M, mostly for language and subject matter.
Prompt: Week 22 of Tricky Raven's Flash Fic. It took awhile for the plot bunny to bite.
"Where did you get that bruise?"
A/N: Mating Season universe.
Leah was cleaning the kitchen while Bella took care of their little brother. It was hard to believe that Aren was already nine months old.
"Thank God he's down," Bella said entering the kitchen. "It seems like it takes longer each time to put him down each time." She put her hands on back and stretched. "And he's getting heavier."
"Mom says I was like that. I wanted to know what was going on all the time." She watched her stepsister stretch her arms over her head. The cuffs to her sweater fell, revealing bruises on her slim wrists. "What the fuck, Swan?" She grabbed her wrists, examining them "Where'd you get these bruises?"
Bella pulled her hands back. "You wouldn't understand, Leah."
Her eyebrows rose. "I wouldn't understand that your wolf put bruises on you?"
"You heard the phrase 'it's always the quiet ones'?"
Leah nodded. "Yeah. And?"
Bella rolled her eyes. "Do you really want to know about all the ways your pack brother mark me?"
Her eyes widened. "There's more?"
Bella pulled her into their parents' bedroom. She stripped down to underwear. Her body was a roadmap of finger-shaped blemishes, from her breasts to her thighs.
"Jesus, Swan."
She smirked. "I like it when he gets a little rough."
Leah plugged her ears. "I don't need to know that shit. And your wrists?"
"Yeah." She examined the marks. "I think we need to splurge and get the fur-lined cuffs. The scarves are hard to get off when they tighten too much."