Chapter nine: In Heat

"Don't do anything naught while I'm out, ya hear?" she murmured teasingly, winking.
I snorted in response and stood by the bed she laid on. This cabin was so ratty, but maybe she guessed that no one would think to check here. She had informed me that her dogs would hunt for their own, probably for Yorkshire and the puppies, too, but she had food prepared for them just in case. I didn't ask her what she was going to do once she was done. I wasn't sure I wanted the answer.
By the time I looked back down at her, she was sleeping, seeming so peaceful and content. She shouldn't just have to be content; she deserved to be happy. Shaking my head, I watched the puppies play together on the floor. Dust and dirt covered the floor and I just grumbled to myself. She owned the place; the least she could do was clean it. The furniture was still in decent condition, all things considering though I could only grimace at the thought of the puppies inhaling all that dust. Gently putting them on the bed, I managed to find a broom, though once I thought more on it, I took my jacket off before I started sweeping. Two minutes in, I gave in and fashioned a face mask out of an old sheet. It didn't take long to clean a majority, as the cabin was small. I stepped outside to shake a blanket free of dust, only to see Abby and Phoenix chowing down on what looked like a wild boar. I wasn't even aware that they ran around so close to town. The to girls wagged their tails upon noticing me, though Yorkshire didn't seem too keep on the boar. After some coaxing from the other two, however, she finally complied and chowed down. Suddenly, I wondered how Remy came across these three, though I suppose it was four including Moto. It also made me wonder how long she'd been on Earth. There were so many different stories on how she became a constellation, though asking her seemed...
I gently laid the blanket over here, having a hard time with the puppies, so I finally put them on the floor. They seemed grateful, as they immediately ran outside and barked eagerly at the others. I was still thinking about what Remy said, though. What did she mean what was I going to do with them? Even if things didn't work out between us, I still would have kept them; she's done so much with them already in this short amount of time.
When I first adopted them, I thought it would be simple to train them, considering who I was and I will openly admit that I wanted to be rid of them after only two weeks. Now? the thought of parting permanently from them churned my stomach. I enjoyed their company greatly, even if they did get on my nerves sometimes. I looked back down at Remy and finally sat down.
When I put my fingers to my lips I felt myself smiling. How long had it been since I smiled? And for a Constellation no less. No. Not simply a Constellation. Remington was... What words could I use to possibly describe this woman? Every time I try to describe how I feel about her, all I come up with are cheesy clichés that don't bring her being to any justice.
Maybe that was the thing.
Maybe the only way to describe her was with cheesy clichés because that's just how she is. Clichés are clichés because they're accurate, true and no one can describe how they feel without help. Her smile can not only light up a room and create an excitement, it can make anyone calm and let them enjoy any moment. Her eyes are as bright as the suns, not any star. Stars are dead and there is nothing but life in every fiber of her being. Her lips are loft and light and they fit so perfectly interlocked with my own. Her hands were soft as well, though the energy that show through her body could be felt at any point. I found my eyes moving on their own, starting from her teal hair and moving to her lips, lingering for longer than I'd like to admit, then moving downward. Her breasts looked larger than usual, though maybe I just never noticed how succulent they looked. Her body as a whole was curvy, so there was no surprise that her hips were wide. I suddenly pictured my hands grasping her hips, nails digging into them as she rode me. I felt a shudder go through me, but my eyes just couldn't stop themselves from tracing her crotch, hidden away by the shorts that revealed a good portion of her amazing thighs. My eyes traced every stretch mark her thighs dawned and I felt a strange urge to trace every single one with my tongue. I felt the urge grow to wanting to trace my tongue over her entire body. I felt my breath hasten and all I could do to stop myself from acting upon my urges was leave the cabin.
I leaned against a nearby tree, closing my eyes, but just as always, all I saw was her. Now the image of her at dinner was replaced with her sleeping form. I probably should have actually covered her with the blanket, which I was still clutching in my hands. I could have sworn I'd covered her...
"She is beautiful, isn't she? Hard to resist."
I snapped my head up and felt my body tense. Why hadn't I heard the dogs snarling and barking? Why hadn't I smelled or heard him coming? Orion was sitting on a bear by log, watching the cabin. He didn't seem to care about the dogs or me.
"Oh calm down. If I wanted to ascend her, I would have done it already," he grumbled.
"What do you want?" I snarled, hair starting to raise.
"Do you really think that you can take me on, little man? Orion chuckled lightly, only pissing my off more. But I knew better than to take on Orion, especially since I knew I shouldn't accidentally wake Remington. "Good doggy. It's not just this form, you know. She's just always been gorgeous." When I said nothing, he continued, "But I must admit that she has nothing more than looks. She is too stupid and stubborn for anyone to really want her," he snorted.
I have dealt with so many attorneys who made it their business to make my clients emotional enough to say things they didn't mean. I'm not stupid and I can certainly see what he was trying to do, so I only stayed quiet.
"What do you even see in her? Is it the same thing I saw long ago? The so-called innocence and kindness that she pulls off so well? She lies so well, doesn't she? She lies about everything to get what she needs and no one is left unscathed. You want nothing to do with her, I can promise. Honestly? Get out while you can," he snorted, standing now.
"What did she like to you about?"
"Oh, just about everything. The real her isn't innocent, isn't faithful. She's a disgusting tramp who has no morals and will open her legs to everyone."
I knew I brought my knife along for a reason. His head rolled to the ground and the dogs sat silently, watching it roll off into the bushes. His body disintegrated with a surge of power and black dust, making a bit of a crater. I calmly went over and picked the knife up. Even the blood from the cut turned into dust. No. Not dust. More like a fine, beautiful powder. Even someone as ugly as him could make something as beautiful as this, even if it was forcefully. I glanced over at the cabin and waited longer than I realized before going in.
Gently, I covered Remington with the blanket and fixed the pillow under her head. I never realized how soft her hair- no, no. She...
_"She lies about everything..."_
No, she... she wasn't lying about us. She couldn't be. She just wasn't the lying type. I paused for a moment before moving a bit of the blanket so that I could see her arm. These tattoos... I wondered where they came from. They didn't look like normal tattoos and I could only guess that they had to do with being a Constellation. I lightly traced the thick, winding bands that started from her shoulder and went to her wrist. A heavy, deep set magic was practically vibrating in the deep ink. I finally covered her arm again and gently straightened the blanket. I didn't know what I felt for Remington. I honestly didn't. I... longed to hold her against me. I wished that I could wake up every morning and look over to see her smiling face laying next to me. I wanted so deeply to come home and see her playing with the dogs outside. I wanted to eat dinner with her every night and listen to her talk and laugh and live life happily and without worry. That's why.
I came to a sudden realization that that's why I was here, in this filthy cabin on this disgusting bed, feet away from a group of dogs tearing into a giant wild boar outside. I wanted to make her happy. I wanted to make sure that she was happy above all else. I'd never been attached to someone like this. A part of me felt unsure and hesitant about this, but another part of me felt content and at east.