Creatures of the night was the last thing on her mind as she cleaned and closed out her small cafe. She had buried herself in her work, ignoring the tinges of loneliness when she saw a couple blissfully talking together. If she hadn't been so stubborn about being alone maybe the pang wouldn't have been so strong.
But, she only learned the hard way.
Everything was routine and it was just a matter of preparing the café for tomorrow. It was a long day of work and all she wanted to do was to submerge herself in the blistering heat of a bubble bath and sink into the plush and warmth of her bed and blankets.
The weather was transitioning from autumn to winter the chilly breezes, the last pieces of the yellow-orange stained leaves were pushed and discarded into a giant pile the children had claimed as their own. But the time for play was long gone as the sun had already set behind the horizon. The once bright sky was now dark with hints of the sun's rays that gently touched the sky. Nights like these were her favorite, she liked the cold, but hated waking up with the sun already pass the horizon, the sky bright. It was already hard enough for her to get out of bed especially when the larger walking heater of a man slept soundly next to her.
Moira took one more look around her café to make sure that it was set for the staff opening the next day. She turned off the lights, set the alarm and promptly exited the cafe. She made sure the door had shut and locked behind her before she began on her way to her apartment.
"Where are you...stupid cowboy," Moira uttered to herself as adjusted the man's serape around her neck and shoulders. It was just warm enough for her to use it to shield herself from the slight chill. It was enough to have her mind drawn to the man and his long absence, another stark reminder that she didn't need. As she began to walk down the quiet her hand slipped into her small bag, touching her plasma blaster as reassurance as she continued.
Normally, she wouldn't need to carry the gun, she didn't need to when he was practically there every evening to walk her back to their shared apartment and dine on the leftover pastries and cakes. He said that things were getting a little too close to his liking, it made him nervous. There was an attack from Talon operatives nearby, the attack wasn't directed towards either of them but just the thought was enough to change some things. Moira wasn't nervous about her trek and was too stubborn to change her ways based off a random attack.
He didn't want to take any chances, and neither did she even if she was stubborn to admit it.
It took her no time to reach her apartment, it was empty, a bit cold, and missing someone. There were times where she would be greeted by the large man by being yanked off her feet and a kiss on her lips, or a delicious aroma wafting from the kitchen. There was none of that, and it had been that way for three weeks. Moira huffed at the thought as she quickly locked the door and took off her shoes before she moved deeper into her apartment. She turned on the heat, and lights as she moved into the kitchen to turn on the kettle for hot water.
She then moved to the bathroom to start her bath, dropping her favorite scented soaps into the steaming water hoping, a gift from the man before he left on his mission three weeks ago.
His condition wasn't normal, he wasn't just a normal man that did normal work. He was part of a project long forgotten, long buried in the explosion of Overwatch. A werewolf with unnatural strength and agility. Granted he was no longer a part of the organization he did dangerous work on the side to reap bigger rewards.
This had been her routine since he had left.
Even though she knew that what he did was dangerous and she wouldn't outright admit to him or anyone else, that she missed him and wanted him to be with her more. She knew she didn't have the courage to outright tell him without being coaxed a bit but the long silence from the man had started to worry her.
"Don't you worry yer pretty little head over the details… I'll be back peaches,"
His words echoed in the back of her mind as she absentmindedly watched the large tub filled with water and bubbles. He always said the same thing and of course he came back but this time it felt a little different. With a heavy sigh, she took her cell phone from her back pocket to check to see if there were any new messages from the man, there were none just the last message he sent her while she was at work.
{ See ya soon sweetheart 3 }
Moira smiled to herself before shoving the phone back into her pants pocket and shutting off the water before the bubbles and water both spilled over.
"You're taking too long cowboy," Moira murmured to herself as she exited from the bathroom to grab a towel before plunging into the heat of the water.
The rest of the night was relatively calm, she was dressed one of the man's t-shirts, had her snacks and tea next to her as she spiraled down into a hole of endless episodes of her favorite television shows. This was one way she used to ignore that stubborn pang In the back of her mind, his cologne was ingrained in the very sheets and pillows she had burrowed into.
"What's taking you so long, hurry up," Moira muttered to herself looked at her cell phone expecting a text message from him and found none. Annoyed she tossed her cell phone onto the nightstand and closed her laptop and tried to meld further into the plush bed before she drifted to sleep.
The chill of the night hung in the darkroom as the woman slept soundly oblivious to the secrets the shadows held. The large figure that managed to sneak its way into the apartment and into the room unnoticed by the woman. The figure's golden colored eyes shone brightly as it approached the sleeping woman. A large hand gently grasped the edge of the comforter lifting it slightly as they kept their eye on the woman.
"Jesse… Is that you?" Moira began her voice heavy with sleep, her eyes fluttered open only to slide close again sleep still heavy on her lids, the chill of the cold room not bothered her.
She was always a heavy sleeper.
Under the thick blankets, a large calloused hand gently caressed the supple skin of her thighs, followed by open mouth kisses.
"Mmm…Jesse-" a soft moan escaped her lips as she felt the press of a tongue against the thin material of her underwear.
The warm breaths against her sex pulled another delicious moan from her lips, followed by ripping fabric and a growl the man's tongue eagerly lapped at her sex. A sudden cry shot from her lips as she almost jumped from the bed, the man wrapped his large arm around her waist keeping her tethered to the bed and himself as he hungrily devoured every drop of her. With an animalistic growl from the back of his throat, his massive tongue slipped into her.
It didn't take long before the pressure in her core was at its breaking point as the man slurped at her essence, expertly teased the needy bundle of nerves, filled her with his tongue as much as he could, doing everything that he could to push her over the edge. He was thirsty and needed to quench his thirst for the woman.
"Oh shit- Jesse- I'm gonna-!" At the sound of his name, his ministrations became more feverish, more focused.
Half man, half werewolf, this wasn't the first time he had come home in his changed form and it wouldn't be the last time either. There was something thrilling, enrapturing about him being half transformed, the intensity, the animalistic feel of it all.
They loved it, it was their secret.
Another cry from her lips, the woman tugged on his hair as his nose pressed hard against her nub, his tongue still probed as deep as he could go. To any other man the pull would have tears forming at the corners of his eyes but no, it just fueled the intensity of his swipes, the need to taste her as he gorged himself between her legs. His elongated canines grazed softly against her vulnerable skin that sent jolts of electricity and adrenaline rushing through her veins.
Too much, too fast. She couldn't resist.
She came with a sob, her body tensing as the unbearable heat that shot through her entire form as her walls convulsed around the man's tongue.
They both know that it's not enough, they needed more.
Hesitantly, the man under the blankets slipped his tongue from her and placed hungry open-mouthed kisses on her thighs as he trailed up her body. Moira huffed as she sunk into the plush pillows and tried to catch her breath, the scruff of the man's beard gently scratched at her exposed thighs as he moved up her body to rest his head on her abdomen. Moira moved the blanket from the man's head to be met with the man's golden eyes peering up at her, a smirk on his lips.
"You could have just woken me up normally," Moira whispered.
Jesse huffed as he licked his lips and suddenly moved between her legs, his naked heated skin on hers, of course, he was naked he knew better to get into bed with his clothes on from outside. He eagerly wrapped her legs around his waist and grounded his cock between her sopping folds, a small moan, whimper slipped from her lips as the simple grinding movement sparked the fire in her core to life once again. Her mind was still hazy and dulled from the orgasm that wracked her body just a mere moment ago and she wanted more. She tightened her legs around the man's waist and wrapped her arms around the man's neck as he buried his face into the side of her neck.
The beast of a man growled softly in the crook of her neck at the squelch her sex as he continued to grind himself against her, she's still so wet and loose from her orgasm, there's almost no resistance when he entered her. In one quick thrust, he buried himself in her sopping heat and doesn't give her the chance to adjust to his girth and length before he's already rutting against her with shallow, forceful thrusts that pushed all the air from her lungs.
A loud moan shot from Moira's throat as Jesse's movements was less controlled, spontaneous, hard, brutal. The soft pants had turned into low growls, then to low husky howls. Her nails had dug into the man's back as his claws scratched her skin, she knew that there were going to be marked in the morning but that was the furthest thing from her mind.
Her attention was focused on the way his cock throbbed inside her, the way it stretched her, the way he filled her and how it started to swell. His hips barely left hers as he ground his into hers, his knot locked firmly in place, hot thick ropes of his seed spilled into her and coated her walls like he's done many times before.
That's what sends her over the edge, making her tumble head-first into her second orgasm, her walls tightened around his knot, drawing an almost pained grunt from the man above her. The aftershocks of her orgasm still ransacked her body, spasms ran down her legs, her toes curled and every throb of her walls pulled the thick, swollen bottom of his cock further into her that sent more fresh waves of pleasure through her.
It took a few minutes before the rush of pleasure to subside and a few minutes longer for them to regain their thoughts. There was a slight shift of the man's form above her but was forgotten as a soft moan came from Moira as the man pressed kisses into the tender skin of her neck before he pulled himself from her and laid down next to her. Moira turned towards the man and huffed.
"You...could have woken me up normally," her words were soft.
"Where's the fun in that sweetheart?" Jesse replied and draped an arm over her waist.
"I'm all sweaty now…" Moira trailed off with a yawn.
"Yer gonna be a lot worse in the mornin' when I'm done with ya," Jesse said as he placed a kiss on her forehead.
"Shut up… I'm mad at you for making me wait…" Moira mumbled as she moved closer to the man. The chuckle that rumbled in Jesse's chest, the heat that radiated from the man had her drowsy in seconds. She mumbled something under her breath before she asleep against the man.
"I missed you too peaches, " Jesse chuckled.