Of course it was a yes, a resounding yes! How could it not be? Had anyone actually said no to her for anything? Ashling was beautiful and sexy and oh my gods. He would have taken her a second time had the guards not been banging on the door to say his hour was up. Fenrir had thought his luck couldn't get any better when she'd happened along his makeshift deathbed and saved his sorry ass but he'd been wrong. Not only had she saved his life but for an encore she'd come back to save him from the soul sucking madness of life in Azkaban with a little bit of madness of her own.

The conditions of her arrival however, baffled the wolf. Fenrir didn't doubt that she could have had her pick of any werewolf, with or without a life debt, and find a more respectable man as a father, but she'd chosen him. Which begged the question, why? He was incarcerated for life and could truly offer her nothing more than the pup itself but Ash knew that when she'd come to him. So either she already had someone, most likely a werewolf, and they couldn't conceive or she didn't want anyone at all. Had there been a bite mark on her shoulder? He couldn't remember. Fenrir didn't know her from anyone but his intuition told him that she wasn't the type of person to make a pup with him and take it home to a boyfriend or husband. Was this an act of desperation or a cold, calculated move? Again, he didn't know her but it seemed like the decision to call in his debt hadn't been taken lightly, Ashling had been nervous, almost afraid of rejection. But why would someone caring enough to want a child be avoiding a relationship, if that was indeed what was happening. The more he thought about it, the more Fenrir wanted to know what the little temptress was up to and he would find out.

But until then he was going to enjoy everything the enigma of a woman was offering...and more. Oh it was a definite yes but the wolf had decided on some conditions of his own, he wanted a little more. Rutting Ash had been beyond amazing but he couldn't deny how good her hands had felt in his hair and stroking his cheek. Her hands were soft and warm, just like her eyes had been that day in the woods. Half feral for most of his life, he'd never experienced anything like that. Fenrir hadn't known he'd been missing such things but now that he knew, he would chase them relentlessly.

One picture, that was all she could stand to look at. Just one and not even one of them, just him. Seeing them together and happy was just too much. But that night Ash could barely stand to look at it. She hazarded a glance as she slunk past his picture on her way to the shower, as if Sean would somehow be able to see her through it from the great beyond. Her husband was two years gone and yet Ashling still felt like she was being unfaithful. In her logical mind she knew these feelings were unfounded and yet the feeling plagued her. What would he think of her if he knew what she'd done? But that was unfair because if he was around to know what she was doing, she wouldn't have had to do it. She missed her husband dearly but if she didn't move on with her life in one way or another now, it was never going to happen. But actually going through with it was much harder than she'd anticipated.

In the bathroom Ash stripped off her clothes and discarded them in a crumpled pile. Her clothing and skin still bore the musky and far too alluring scent of Fenrir's body and she needed to wash herself clean before the guilt ate her alive.

With a sigh Ashling settled herself beneath the stream of hot, soothing water and tried not to think, but that only lasted a minute or two. Physically she was going through the motions but her mind was a million miles away and still somehow being pulled in two distinctly different directions. There was of course the sadness and guilt over Sean but try though she might, Ash couldn't stop thinking about Fenrir. He was the worst kind of man, a deatheater sentenced to life in prison but gods he'd made her feel sexy, wanted and above all alive. The soap stung the bite marks adorning her swollen breast, making her shudder with excitement at the remembrance of his hot tongue licking it clean. God, she needed to stop thinking about the wolf. He wasn't supposed to be anything more than a sperm donor, at least that's what she'd told herself for almost a year. But if she were honest with herself he was so much more, Fenrir was the man who would make her dream come true.

No, no, he was a man who owed her a debt and he was a practical pick because of his...circumstances. He was a lifer, not that he'd want much to do with a child anyway, and she could go her own way with the baby she'd always wanted. Fenrir was a means to an end, nothing more. But then there were the claw marks on her hips from his frenzied desire and even hours later beneath the heat of the water, her skin still felt like it was on fire wherever he'd touched her. Get a hold of yourself, Ash huffed, tugging on her soapy hair in frustration. She needed to reel her emotions back in, she was lonely and hadn't made love since Sean died. Not that they had made love! It was sex and nothing more. It had nothing to do with Fenrir or any charms she'd imagined he had.

After her shower, which left her feeling still slightly dirty, Ash donned her pajamas and drifted across her cozy, one room cabin to make herself some tea. She did it the muggle way, filling her tarnished whistling tea kettle with water and setting it on the stove. Then she pulled out three of the potion vials the mediwitch had given her, strong prenatal vitamins, a fertility booster and finally dreamless sleep. Ash waited until her tea was ready to suck down the overly sweet, thick concoctions and settled down in the recliner to relax. She'd tried to wean herself off the dreamless sleep but it seemed like she'd need it more than ever now. She needed to leave the day behind, tomorrow would happily provide its own set of problems.

"Sooooo Greyback." Fenrir sat up on his cot and looked at the two guards darkening the door to his five by five cell. Houseman, the younger of the two, smirked at the wolf. Houseman was a pretty boy, the kind that lured women into his bed day and night and Fenrir loathed him. "Who was that fiiiiiine piece of ass you had visiting you?" he purred, raising a perfectly sculpted brow.

His partner, Matthews, frowned disapprovingly and elbowed him in the ribs, which was ignored. Matthews was more of a grandpa type, quick with the wand but should a physical altercation arise the man was toast. He was the one guard that didn't harbor a complete disdain for the prisoners, whether they deserved it or not. Fenrir didn't necessarily like the man but respected him.

The wolf's lip curled in a sneer, eyes burning into the worthless Houseman and slowly stalked over to the cage door. Despite their steamy encounter Fenrir had already decided that he didn't think of Ash as just some piece of ass. The high esteem he used to hold himself in had been knocked back a few rungs after a years worth of nothing but self reflection. Now he honestly thought that the woman had lowered her standards and wasn't about to tolerate some spineless pretty boy insulting her.

"That was my wife, not some piece of ass." he growled, fists curling around the bars. "Give her the respect she deserves."

Matthews winced at the "admission" and flashed his partner another disapproving look. Houseman however was not impressed and snorted in disbelief.

"Anyone to have doings with you, deserves no respect from me." he replied with bored disdain. "But if that was your wife, why haven't we seen her until now?" he didn't believe for a second that the lesser creature could snag himself any type of wife. She was probably just another hotshot lawyer.

"Not that it's any of your business but she decided to forgive me."

Another snort, followed by a contemptuous eye roll.

"I don't buy that, wolf."

"Enough." Matthews spoke at last, grabbing his partner by the elbow. "Stop antagonizing the prisoners."

Houseman grumbled but allowed himself to be guided off, not before giving Greyback another sneer however. He missed the flash of the wolf's eyes to their feral yellow, never knowing how much hell he would catch if Fenrir ever got loose.