CH2

I hugged the kids goodbye and told them I'd see them later tonight since I was planning on going in to Port Angeles to look through some new samples at the design store later this afternoon. Carlisle was already gone for his shift. I'd probably be back before he was and he'd never even know I'd been gone. He's been so busy lately, so distracted. He always had some cases that drew him in and gripped his compassion so that he could think of nothing else.

I admit my stomach was a little nervous. I was anxious to see her again. I really wanted to touch her and knew she wanted to be touched. I could sense it coming off of her when we met and she had shared with me how lonely she was since her husband died. I decided to go out for a quick run.

I had plenty of experience playing with flesh when I'd first been changed. Carlisle had encouraged me to work with it, learn it, master it. But lust still got in my way from time to time. Bloodlust would make me rush and I'd feel disappointed that I hadn't enjoyed it fully; disrespected the gift it had given me somehow. I didn't want to go too far today. I ran out to the field of wildflowers and slowed to a walk as I gathered a few of the long stems, lavender and orange. I thought maybe she would enjoy these.

I sat back and enjoyed the warmth of the sun on my skin as it peeked between the clouds. In my stillness I noticed small movement under the base of a nearby tree. Surely a family of rabbits. I started to dismiss it because it wouldn't be enough to satisfy, more trouble than they're worth, really. But I reached my hand into the burrow anyway. My fingers curled around a tiny, furry, frantic heartbeat and I pulled the soft fur to my bare neck. It was still with shock. The sensation of my fingers pushing through the hair aroused me. It reminded me of something, something oh so sweet. I felt my mouth creep into a delicious grin and pulled the white heartbeat to my mouth and bit. One sip and it was over. I quickly set it aside, reached in the burrow for another and bit and swallowed. Another.

Another.

Another!

I dragged my hand over the slightly wet pile of fur beside me and allowed myself a deep breath. I loved the feel of it under my palm. It was the way it should feel. The way a woman should feel. I reached my other hand into my pants and slid my fingers right over my pubic bone, through my light hair and into my ready waiting slit. I leaned my head back against the tree and massaged my ache. I let out a whimpering moan I didn't realize I was holding in. I knew exactly how to bring myself to a quick release, back and forth, up and down, dipping and plunging and repeating a pattern. I squeezed my other hand through the wet fur next to me, mentally comparing it to the wet flesh I was holding my pants. A few more quick thrusts as I pressed my palm against my clit and I yelled out a frustrated scream as I came. Frustrated that the bloody rabbit fur was not like a woman's pussy. Frustrated that the rabbits were a measly excuse for a meal; that I had destroyed a whole family for my lust. Frustrated that Carlisle hadn't been giving me the right attention. Frustrated that even if he did, it wasn't the attention that I wanted. Frustrated that I was the one rubbing myself off when I wanted a soft woman between my legs and myself between hers. And then I smiled.

I was ready.

I might be too soon to expect all that, but I had a woman who would be waiting for me in just a few short hours. Maybe not today, but quite possibly soon, we could both very well have what we wanted. I licked my hands clean of my juice and the rabbit blood and rubbed them on the earth before I picked up the bunch of flowers and headed home.

I pulled up to the park on the reservation and saw her in the distance sitting on a blanket under a tree. I walked up and she rose. up. She had a couple of bottles of water and book. Her shoes were kicked off to the side and she stood bare in the grass. "Sensitive toes," I thought to myself. "Nice." And I smiled a bit more.

"Hey woman." I smiled as she rose up. I reached out to hug her, holding her close a little too long as I kissed her cheek. Discretion, I reminded myself.

"Hi yourself."

"Waiting long?"

She nodded her head yes, "No."

"I have to go pee." She stated matter of factly and grabbed my hand, pulling me toward the building.

We stood in the cinder-block brick bathroom as she washed her hands after coming out of the stall. I leaned against the wall. She tossed the wet paper towel into the can and I quickly reached for her hips and pulled her to me. She felt so good against me. Stomach to stomach, her full breasts touching against mine felt so good, soft, warm. If I was cold, she didn't notice or seem to care. She was staring playfully into my eyes and smiled. So I gently leaned in and kissed her directly on the lips, so full, so sweet and tender. I pulled back a little to judge her response. She gripped her fingers into the belt loops of my jeans and pulled herself into me and kissed me more firmly. I gladly took her in, pressing here, pressing there, tasting, testing. She let her tongue out just a little to touch my lips. I swallowed deeply and let her in. The feel of her tongue in my mouth made the heat rise from between my legs. I let my hands drift from her hips, up her sides and over her breasts. She inhaled a bit, but I felt her smile on my lips. I smiled back and palmed against her. I closed my eyes with my lips against hers and playfully nibbled at her without using my teeth. I sucked at her bottom lip a little and she let out the most pleasant sound. Just as she released her grip on my hips and started to slide her hands to my breasts, I heard the sound of a car door close outside. I pulled back and exhaled. Cockblocked. The kids on the res must be out of school by now. She sighed knowingly. Wordlessly, we adjusted our clothes and walked back out to the blanket. We sat for a while and chatted, pretending like nothing had ever happened in that cold, brick bathroom, while the sun moved across the sky.

I released a big sigh and stood. She agreed she had to go, too. Her daughter would only watch her son just so long before she threatened to kill him. I laughed a little and hugged her goodbye. We held each other perhaps a little too long.

I smiled ridiculously as I sang loudly to the car radio on the way home.