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||= Finally My Turn =||
Rebecca was on my back as I launched myself from between trees, showing off for her as her arms and legs squeezed around me, fisting my fur. I slowed down as we reached our destination, a remote little place deep in the forest where we could be absolutely alone. I lowered myself to the ground as she slid off my back, feet hitting the ground with a thud, her short hair a sexy, windblown mess. I phased a few feet away, completely at ease as she watched. It'd been well over two months since I'd revealed myself to her. I brushed my hair back from my eyes and bent down to untie the blanket and my spare clothes from my ankle. Approaching her, I spread the cover over a soft patch of moss.
Smiling at her lovingly, I pulled her against me, kissing her mouth hungrily. My tongue flicked at her lips as her arms wrapped around me, hands sliding over my back, nails scraping softly. I gently laid her down, undoing the buttons of her shirt, nibbling exposed skin as she stroked my head, eyes following my every move. Running my hands up and down her sides, I caught her nipple between my teeth through the material of her bra, reaching beneath the other cup to roll the tip of her left breast between my fingers. She panted quietly, squirming beneath me just slightly.
My hands gently stroked her ribs, encouraging her to lift up so I could undo the snap that was holding her bra on. Rising up for me, I tossed the article of clothing off to the side, licking and sucking at the flesh hungrily, her hands cupping the back of my head, holding me to her. I moved my head to the side, biting the swell of her breast softly, one hand moving to rub across the soft skin of her stomach, tracing the curve of her bellybutton lightly. I shifted a little lower, kissing her ribs as I teased the waistband of her underwear.
Moaning softly, she pulled me back to her face, kissing my mouth roughly. I groaned when she bit my lip, drawing back just long enough to get her pants off. She moaned into my mouth as I slipped one hand beneath her panties, pressing down on her clitoris gently with one finger and rubbing it in a circular motion. Moving my head to the side, near her earlobe, I pushed my fingers into her. She writhed slightly, and I groaned loudly as her knee brushed between my legs, our bare chests rubbing against each other.
I thrust two fingers inside of her, slowly increasing speed, adding a third finger a few moments later. Her inner flesh flexed around the intrusion, and I continued to nibble at her ear and neck, dragging my tongue over her throat, enjoying the saltiness. She grunted as I pushed her closer, curling all three fingers inside her. She clenched around me a second later, letting out a quiet gasp as I sucked her lower lip. She relaxed on the blanket as her aftershocks subsided, closing her eyes for a moment as I brought my fingers to my face, lapping them clean. When I glanced back at her, she was watching, face flushed.
Sitting up, she scooted closer and I pulled her into my lap so that she was straddling my thigh. I touched my tongue to the corner of her lips, pushing my leg up against her. She drew in a sharp breath, but pushed it away and moved back. She stared at me intently, looking nervous. I almost asked her what was wrong, but she placed a hand on my chest, pushing me onto my back carefully. I obeyed, scooting so that my back rested against the upraised roots of a nearby tree. The way her eyes raked over me, my stomach never failed to give a tiny jolt.
Finally climbing forward, she pushed my thighs apart, stroking the skin where my leg met my hip. I eagerly moved to accommodate her, heart thumping wildly as her eyes studied my lower half. I spread out wider, encouraging her, hungry for her touch. Tentatively, she moved closer, dipping her head. A second or two passed, and it felt like forever, and when her tongue touched me, I jerked, letting out a loud moan. Another experimental touch, and she began to probe around curiously while I reached down to her, stroking her bangs back from her eyes and running my fingers through her hair. I mewled and writhed as she lapped at my clitoris and poked at my entrance, pausing to gently suckle me. My head snapped back as I came, the muscles in my stomach clenching tight as she reached one hand up to gently stroke my abs.
We lie there holding each other for a little over an hour, kissing and cuddling, neither of us willing to get up. She was perfectly warm, pressed up against me nice and tight. Every time she tried to reach for her clothes, I'd hug her tighter and bite her neck playfully until she finally gave up. Rolling over so that we were face to face, she pressed our foreheads together, the tips of our noses touching as we stared into one another's eyes. She batted her eyes at me jokingly, and I smiled, doing the same.
"You know, I'm glad you finally told me the truth about being a wolf and all." She said, reaching up to touch my cheek.
"So am I." I admitted, pushing my face closer to her hand.
"I kinda like how warm you are. Makes you all cuddly, and a great pillow. But you know, ever since you told me about how you imprinted on me and everything, I've kind of been wondering if you and I…" She trailed off. I frowned unhappily.
"If you and I what?" I asked. She pursed her lips, like she wasn't sure if she should answer. I squeezed her lightly.
"If we'd have still gotten together. I mean, someone as gorgeous and smart as you wouldn't have messed with me otherwise, I don't think." I scowled.
"How could you think that, Rebecca? I'm positive I still would've found and fell in love with you, whether I imprinted or not." She smiled a little, pulling me forward and kissing my mouth. A comfortable silence settled over us, and she tucked her head under my chin.
"Hey Leah," she murmured against my neck, her voice muffled by my skin.
"Mmm?"
"I think we should tell our families about us, or at least my mom. It doesn't feel right hiding this." I rubbed her bare back and sighed.
"I agree, but don't you think she might try to separate us?" It was something I'd thought about before, but hadn't found the right opportunity to bring it up. She shook her head, shifting closer.
"No, but even if she did, she wouldn't be able to for very long. I'd find a way to be with you." She mumbled sleepily. I yawned.
"Then its time I introduce you to my mom, too." I added.
We decided that I'd introduce her to Sue first. Seth was sprawled across the couch when we came in, and he smiled politely and waved when we passed through the living room. Rebecca returned the gesture, and they engaged in small talk while I went to the kitchen, where mother was cooking dinner. She was bent over the stove when I came in. I cleared my throat to get her attention.
"Mom, I'd like you to meet my girlfriend." I said. She smiled and put a hand on my shoulder, squeezing gently. I led her out to the living room. I went through introductions.
"It's nice to meet you, Mrs. Clearwater." Rebecca said kindly, shaking her hand.
"It's nice to meet you, too." It was embarrassing, the way my mom kept looking from me to her, as if trying to picture us together. To make it easier for her, I stepped up beside her, wrapping my arm around her shoulders and bending to kiss her temple. She put her arm around my waist. We stuck around for dinner before we set off to her house in my truck.
As soon as we got there, her mother started badgering her about leaving the house without calling to tell her where she was. She looked at me funny as I stuck beside her daughter, refraining from touching her for the moment. She must've recognized me from the first time Rebecca and I officially met each other, last year when she and her mother had came down to the rez to visit with a friend. Neither of us were exactly sure how to go about coming out to her mother, so we just sort of stood around awkwardly as my girlfriend introduced me to her mom. It was so quiet I could hear crickets chirping, although that didn't mean much with ears like mine. Rebecca finally just blurted it out.
"Leah's my girlfriend. We've been dating for a long time, and we figured it was about time we told you." She looked frazzled, her sentence coming out as one, long word. I took her hand and squeezed lightly, trying to comfort her. Her palms were clammy, and I could feel her shaking. Tension made the air sizzle, and I began to wonder if Rebecca had been wrong about her mother's reaction. The light in the room glinted off her Rolex watch, momentarily holding my attention, a welcomed distraction. Without warning, her mother began crying.
"I know." She wailed. After several tears later, she admitted that she'd had her suspicions about us, and that she had just played dumb about it when I picked her up for dates. The main reason she was crying was simply because she'd never see Rebecca in a wedding dress. Whether she thought it was because we couldn't/wouldn't marry or she simply wouldn't wear one, was beyond me. I left not long after shaking her mother's hand for the second time. Rebecca walked me outside. My eyes went to her watch again. She wasn't rich or anything, and I couldn't see her going out and buying such an expensive item that didn't even fit her.
"How come you always wear that Rolex?" I asked, taking her wrist in my hand and examining the crystal, remembering when I gave it back to her. She looked down, as if she'd forgotten about it.
"It was my dad's. He passed away a couple of years back." She said slowly. I blinked up at her. Her father had died, too? I almost wanted to ask how, but stopped. She looked sad that I'd mentioned it.
"My dad died too." I said quietly, and hugged her to me. I could more than just empathize with her over the loss of a parent. Somehow, I felt that it brought us even closer together, if that was possible.
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Two years later, Finally My Turn ends! If it hadn't been for my puppy and technical errors, this chapter would've been posted way sooner!