Tori gets a text from Jade on Saturday night, telling her to be ready at noon to go to Nozu. On a Sunday, Tori can easily sleep in until then if she's allowed, but she makes sure to wake up early so she has time to get presentable before Jade arrives to pick her up.

It occurs to her that Jade picking her up, and therefore driving around during the day, is actually a pretty remarkable favor from Jade. She begins to wonder if Jade has some kind of ulterior motive here. Almost nothing good comes of Jade doing her a favor of her own volition, after all.

Jade arrives a little after noon, looking a little surly with sunglasses on when Tori answers the door. She doesn't say much as they walk out to her car and she begins to drive them to Nozu. After several silent minutes, Jade says, "Sorry. I was up late and I haven't had enough coffee yet. You can talk to me."

"Okay," Tori answers tentatively, and they talk about Sikowitz's recent slew of drive-by acting exercises as they head to Nozu.

It's only when they take their favorite seats at the Nozu bar that Tori realizes that she's only been here with Jade alone once: on the "date" Sikowitz made them attend.

She glances at Jade, sitting to her left, as she realizes she's making an effort to drink her Miso soup quietly. Jade had finished her travel mug of coffee on the drive and seemed to be mostly awake, and they had been talking about school until their soups arrived. Now, Tori feels abruptly awkward. Like she's on a date but didn't know she was on a date.

But that's stupid. She and Jade have hung out alone several times now and it's never been date-like. Just because this is a restaurant shouldn't change anything. Just because it's a restaurant they've been on a forced, arranged date in doesn't change anything.

But as Jade starts to ask her questions about herself (really, still mostly about being a werewolf), the strange feeling grows.

"So, is it hard? Hiding who you are?" Jade asks her. Because they're in public, neither of them have actually used the word werewolf, and Tori almost wants to check that it's lycanthropy that Jade is talking about.

"I mean, sort of. But lots of people wouldn't understand. It scares people, and some people don't think people like me exist. It's better to stay hidden, honestly."

Jade nods thoughtfully. "Are there…" she lowers her voice, "Poachers?"

"I've never actually heard of a real one. I think those don't actually exist. They're more of a Hollywood invention."

"So no one would try to hunt you down for your…uh…hair?"

Tori stares at her in horror. "Ew. No. Besides, from what I understand, we do change back to human form if we die."

Jade looks interested, "What if you were skinned alive?"

"Jade!"

"I'm just curious!"

Tori's lip curls. "I mean, I think then you would actually get fur but…yuck."

"Agreed." Jade regards her with an appraising eye, "Though your, um, hair is really very nice."

"Thank you," Tori's belly flutters for a moment. An unsolicited compliment from Jade might be some kind of cosmic reward.

Jade shrugs, "Whatever. What if you had pet allergies?"

"I don't?"

"But would that be possible? To basically be allergic to yourself?"

"I…suppose?"

"Interesting."

Their sushi arrives, and conversation slows for a bit as they savor the first several bites of their respective rolls.

"Do you like cats?" Jade asks eventually.

"Cat? Sure, of course I do!"

"No, I said cats."

"Oh. Yeah, they're alright. I guess I prefer dogs."

"What would happen if you owned a dog?"

"We'd probably have a really great time together once a month?"

"So they're not scared of you?"

"No. As I think you've noted, they seem to like me quite a bit."

Jade laughs, "I do remember."

"What about you? Cats or dogs?" Tori feels like she finally has a way to steer the conversation back toward Jade.

Jade shrugs, "I was never allowed to have pets. I kind of wanted one of each. But I feel like I'm probably not caring enough to take care of a dog."

"I don't know about that," Tori says thoughtfully. She's thinking mostly of the ways Jade tends to look after Cat, in her own roundabout sort of way. But also the times that she's clearly been concerned for Tori's wellbeing.

Jade shrugs, "I don't have a lot of maternal instincts. But I'm not all that concerned about it."

"That's…not shocking."

"Thanks," Jade glares at her, but it's playful.

"You take care of Cat, though."

"I guess." Jade pushes her empty plate away, "Speaking of which, I need to get together with her to work on our project."

"Oh. Yeah, I understand," Tori is disappointed, but tries not to show it. The waiter drops off the check, and Jade snatches it up and pays it before Tori has a chance to object.

"Hey!" Tori says as the check disappears, "You paid the check."

"Yeah, so?" Jade asks.

There's that weird feeling again, that date-like feeling. "Nothing. I've got the next time."

"You want there to be a next time?" Jade asks in surprise.

"Well, yeah."

"Why? I was grumpy, I asked you a bunch of invasive and gross questions, and I'm ducking out early to go meet up with someone else."

Tori considers this, but in spite of these factors, she'd actually had a good time. "Because I like spending time with you?"

"There is something wrong with you."

Tori shrugs, "It's just nice to be around someone who isn't afraid of me."

Jade meets her eyes as she says this, looking strangely vulnerable. "You know what? It really is."

Tori's stomach flutters again.

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Jade goes to Cat's after dropping Tori off at home. She'd spent most of her night designing the sensual scene that will be projected onto the stage to represent the summoning of the devil, and she wants to show Cat. She basically trawled through public domain video footage for images until she found enough that she could splice them together with some soft sounds into something unsettling, yet vaguely sexy without being pornographic.

They're sitting together on Cat's bed, both watching the video on Jade's laptop. Cat's eyes are wide through the whole thing.

"Well?" Jade asks.

"Whoa," Cat says. She turns to scrutinize Jade, "Are you trying to tell me something?"

Jade scowls, "What do you mean? I'm just showing you the video I made for the show. It's not supposed to tell you anything, it's supposed to represent the ritual to summon the devil."

"Uh huh," Cat sounds unconvinced.

"What, Cat?" Jade asks sharply.

Cat shrugs, "It's just…your play is really gay, Jade."

"Excuse me?" Jade asks, affronted.

"I mean, you have this female devil impregnating this woman, which okay, that doesn't have to be gay, but then you have this video that is basically lesbian porn that is used to summon her and…Jade, if you're gay, you can tell me."

"Okay, first of all, no. Second, the devil is only female because I wanted to play him until we had to switch roles, and it's fine because your red hair works for the part. Third, this isn't lesbian porn, it's based on those old rumors that groups of women would summon the devil by having orgies and suckling toads or whatever else about female anatomy and sexuality used to scare men back in the colonial days. It's historical!"

"Okay, sure," Cat still sounds unconvinced. Jade fumes, but she knows it's not worth arguing with Cat about. Once she makes up her mind, she's hard to sway.

"I'm not gay, Cat, but if this is too weird for you, then fine, you can quit."

"No, I'm fine," Cat answers, "The play isn't any weirder than your other ones. It's kind of cool. It's just really sad. I mean, your character doesn't get any happiness in the end."

"No one really does in real life, either," Jade grumbles.

"That's just sad," Cat frowns.

"Most things are."

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It's Tech Week, sort of, so Jade and Cat are practicing after school every day with Sinjin and Burf. Next Monday had been the only day Sikowitz had open for Jade to use, so they get one night, one performance, and they're practicing all week.

When she leaves school on Thursday night, it's getting dark, and she notices the moon rising. With a flutter of excitement, she realizes the moon is almost full.

She texts Tori when she gets home.

Almost full moon?

There's a pretty quick response.

Yes? Why do you ask?

Jade chews her lip, debating how she wants to play this.

Just curious what you're up to is all

I'm not sure yet

It's a fair answer, but not what Jade had hoped for. She tosses her phone aside and immerses herself in the video footage she showed Cat. It's not gay. It's just sensual. She feels like this should be obvious. She tweaks it a little, makes it a little longer, adds more sound effects and more soft focus images of flesh. She'll show Cat how sensual it can get.

She realizes it's been about an hour when she catches herself staring at her PearPhone absently. She picks it up, and sees messages from Tori, all sent within a few minutes of each other.

Did you want to come over?

It's okay if you don't.

Just thought it might be fun.

She grins wryly. She can sense Tori's anxiety, and she likes it, though at the same time, she wishes she'd seen the messages earlier.

Yes.

She always enjoys giving someone very little to work with after they've been squirming for a good hour.

Really? Okay. Afternoon on Saturday?

Already, Jade is looking forward to it.

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Jade spends early Saturday afternoon rehearsing with Cat. Spending time with Sinjin and Burf on the weekend is absolutely out of the question, so they rehearse at Cat's grandma's house, just lines, without props. She shows Cat her improved summoning projection of images, and Cat merely raises her eyebrows, but doesn't say anything.

After a quick trip to Inside-Out Burger (Cat had offered to pay, so it was hard to turn down), Jade is heading to Tori's. It's getting late in the afternoon, but it's not sundown yet, so Tori is fully human when she answers Jade's knock on the door.

She grins a bit, "Hey," she greets, stepping aside to let Jade in. Jade strides in and stands, looking around. Tori watches for a moment before saying, with a hint of teasing, "I don't know why I ever invite you in. You always walk into a place like you own it."

Jade turns, "To be fair, you didn't invite me in. You just stood aside and let me claim the room."

Tori's smirking a little now. "I guess it's a good thing I'm not that territorial."

"Good, because it would be pretty gross if you were peeing all over your own house."

Tori's mouth drops open in offense, but then she laughs. "I really shouldn't find these sorts of things so funny. From anyone else they'd be pretty offensive."

"Who else could even discuss this with you, seriously or not?" Jade challenges.

"True," Tori concedes, "I guess it's my fault for entrusting you with my secret."

"It's your fault with entrusting me with knowing anything about you."

Tori looks a little more serious now, "I really have rarely confided in you," she points out, "Most of what you know about me, you found out yourself."

Jade shrugs, "I'm thorough about things that interest me."

"I…interest you?"

"I've had ulterior motives for my interest for the most part."

Tori chuckles a little, and it fades as she remembers some of the ways Jade has tried to use information against her. The awkward silence stretches for a moment, until Tori says, "Should we go upstairs?"

Jade glances at the TV in the living room, then says, "Sure?"

Tori nods, and they head upstairs to her bedroom. Jade sits on Tori's bed, and Tori stands and turns on the TV, flipping channels. "What do you want to watch?"

"Whatever you want," Jade answers easily. When Tori looks at her in surprise, she clarifies, "I can change it to whatever I want when you can't stop me anyway."

"So not fair," Tori sighs, choosing an old rerun of I Married My Mom. She glances at Jade, then moves to tentatively sit next to her. Jade has an urge to push Tori off the bed, but she resists the urge halfway through, and it turns into a playful shove. Tori shoves back automatically, and they both adjust themselves comfortably on the bed.

"This show is awful," Jade gripes.

"Hey! It's a classic," Tori defends.

"It's lame. You'd think this guy would be more upset about marrying his mom, but everything's happy all the time."

"Well, that's the joy of a sitcom. No matter what happens, nothing really changes, and things have a happy ending. It can be nice, when life itself is so uncertain."

"I guess. But I guess I don't believe in lying to people. Why give people a false idea about life?"

"Most people know the difference between fiction and reality. I don't see the harm in giving people an escape every once in awhile."

"Foolishness," Jade grumbles, but even she has to admit that the show is pulling her in a little bit. It has a quirky, bizarre sense of humor for such an old show.

An alarm on Tori's PearPhone goes off before too much longer, and she pulls out her phone, grimacing. "Guess it's almost time," she mutters.

"Should I…leave?" Jade asks.

"Nah," Tori says, "I'll just go into the bathroom." She moves to the door of the adjoining bathroom she shares with Trina. For all the time Jade had spent snooping through Tori's room that one afternoon, she hadn't dared to go into the bathroom. A shared space with Trina was horrifying.

"Okay," Jade agrees, picking up the remote to threaten to change the channel. Tori narrows her eyes challengingly at Jade as she shuts the door. "I'm leaving it on this channel because I want to!" Jade calls after her, setting back down the remote. She won't admit it aloud, but she wants to see how this episode ends.

It's a few minutes before she hears some sounds coming from the bathroom. Soft sounds, mostly, little breathy sounds, dull cracks and little thumps. Jade turns down the TV in fascination, but the sounds are quickly gone, and then there's a few minutes of silence.

Then, Jade hears a light scratch on the bathroom door. She smirks a little. "What's that I hear?" she announces loudly, "How odd!"

A gruff bark is her answer, which trails off into a low growl. She gets up and opens the door for Tori, who trots in, tail low.

"Relax," Jade laughs, "I wouldn't leave you stranded."

Tori tosses her head, then shakes her whole body. Then she sits and regards Jade with her whole attention, her tail wagging.

"Do you…want to go outside?" Jade asks uncertainly.

In answer, Tori leaps up onto the bed. Jade sits next to her. It should be odd, she thinks, since last time they were on separate couches. But it's not. Tori sits right next to her, watching the TV, and huffing what sounds like laughter every few moments.

After another episode of I Married My Mom, Jade announces, "I'm bored," and reaches for the remote.

Tori lunges for her, and for a split second, Jade is frightened, and imagines Tori's sharp teeth at her throat. But Tori's attack is more licks than bites, though she does close her teeth very gently around the wrist holding the remote.

"Oh, please," Jade grumbles, passing the remote to her other hand. Tori lets go, and lunges again, bearing Jade down onto the bed. Jade twists so that she's on her stomach and just begins to flip channels, while Tori climbs on her back, noses at her sides, tries to reach the remote Jade holds stretched out of reach.

Tori could just get down off the bed to get to the remote, Jade reflects. But she doesn't. She continues climbing on Jade, trying in vain to reach it. Jade laughs and keeps flipping channels and is surprised to find a Hitchcock marathon going on. She stops there, excited, and puts the remote down. Tori gazes at the TV uncertainly and whimpers once.

"Oh, stop," Jade admonishes, "Hitchcock isn't that scary." At least, he isn't to Jade, because she'd seen most of his films before age ten and was immune to their effects.

They're both absorbed by the first few movies—the last half of Psycho followed by Vertigo—but I Confess is next and they seem to be going backwards in time and in quality, because it's followed by Spellbound, which before Jade knows it, is beginning to put her to sleep. She's turned now so that she's on her side, her head on Tori's pillow. Tori is still sitting behind her, and her head is starting to droop.

"Lie down," Jade tells her, without thinking about it much. Tori's head lifts quickly, and she regards Jade uncertainly for a moment. Jade pats the bed in front of her, scooting back, and Tori steps lightly over to curl up in front of Jade. Jade breathes in, thinking absently how she always wanted a warm creature to snuggle with at night, but how she always moved away from Beck in the night when she would stay over. She snakes an arm around Tori, and before too long, they're both drifting off to Gregory Peck and Ingrid Bergman's soft voices.

.

Tori wakes up in the early morning. Everything is soft around her, but she's chilly. She moves slightly, trying to find the blankets to pull back over her, but her hand prods something soft.

Very soft.

Tori's head jerks up as she realizes she's just accidentally fondled the sleeping Jade's breast. Her head was nestled against Jade's other breast.

A second later, Tori realizes she's naked.

She practically falls off the bed in panic, realizing that she's been sleeping naked on top of Jade since turning back into a human.

"Oh, chiz, oh, chiz," she mutters under her breath a few times, trying to figure out what to do. She flings herself across the room and opens her dresser drawer as silently as she can, pulling out a non-matching tank top and pajama pants and slipping into the bathroom to throw on the clothes. She takes several deep breaths to calm down, then steps back out quietly. She peeks at the bed. Jade appears to be still asleep. Immensely grateful for her own reflexes and stealth, Tori moves quietly back to the bed, lifting the sheets and sliding in next to Jade.

She lies, feeling her heart rate slow as she relaxes enough to get sleepy again, when Jade shifts in her sleep, moving to wrap an arm around Tori.

Abruptly, Tori's heart is pounding again. As warm and comfortable as she is, it takes a long time for her to fall back to sleep.

.

A few hours later, Tori wakes up again, but at least this time, she feels like she's had a chance to sleep in a bit. She moves carefully, so as not to wake Jade, but when she catches a glimpse of Jade, her eyes are open, and she's holding her PearPhone. She looks at Tori expressionlessly.

"Good morning," Tori offers, her voice rough. Jade nods, taciturn. "I'll get you a coffee," Tori decides, and moves quickly out of her room and downstairs. She brews a K-Cup and makes some toast, then brings it back upstairs. Jade accepts the cup of coffee gratefully, sipping long and with relish.

They're halfway through munching on their toast when Tori feels it's safe to ask, "How did you sleep?"

Jade shrugs, and washes down her bite of toast with some coffee. "Alright," she answers, then lowers her gaze. "It's not every day I wake up with a naked woman on top of me."

"Oh, my god," Tori buries her face in her hands, "I thought you were asleep!" she cries.

"Nope," Jade informs her dryly.

"I've seen you sleep through a warzone! How on earth did I wake you?"

"Despite what you may think, it's pretty noticeable when the person sleeping on top of you starts changing shape. I woke up midway through your transformation."

Tori's eyes bulge, "You…saw me change back?"

"Yeah."

She feels abruptly exposed, "I…I'm sorry."

"Why?"

"Because it's not…very attractive."

"Who cares? It was cool."

Tori warms a little, because Jade's assessment of one of the most uncomfortable parts of being a werewolf is oddly reassuring. "Still. I'm, um, sorry if it was awkward for you."

"It was funny more than anything. Watching you leap off the bed in horror and everything."

"You were awake for that too?!" Tori intones mournfully.

Jade eyes her cup of coffee, "Hrm. I wasn't planning to tell you any of this, really. I should have waited until I finished this to talk."

"I'm sorry," Tori says again.

"Why do you keep apologizing?"

"I don't know. I just feel like I owe you one."

Jade eyes her. "It's fine. If I were uncomfortable, I would have left."

It's then that Tori fully remembers Jade moving to spoon her, and realizes that Jade was very likely still awake for that. "But instead you stayed to cuddle?" she asks pointedly.

Jade looks at her toast and changes the subject, "You know," she replies, with a slightly nervous air, "When you told me you were a werewolf, I thought you were going to tell me you were gay."

"And?"

"Are you?"

Tori's pulse flutters noticeably in her chest and in her neck. "I mean, I guess? I like girls. But it just never seemed that important or like something I needed to hide that much. Not like being a werewolf." Jade's breath seems to come out in a rush at Tori's pronouncement and she sets down her coffee mug. Tori watches her carefully for her reaction. "Is that weird to hear?" she finally asks.

"I guess not. It just answers some questions I've had."

"Why were you wondering?"

Jade's arms are folded now. "It seemed important," she mutters.

"Okay. I…didn't mean to keep you in the dark. I just didn't think it would interest you."

"Please," Jade's gaze is direct now, "Everything about you interests me."

"Oh," is all Tori can think of to say. Her heart is pounding. She can feel the rush of adrenaline down her limbs from Jade's words. She steels herself and asks, "Are you…gay?"

There's a moment when Tori is already cringing, already prepared for the inevitable denial, the subsequent jeers. And then Jade says, "No," and Tori feels like she's shattering, like every moment that has built up to this has meant nothing and she's been wrong and foolish and too damn hopeful. And then Jade's eyes drop and she says, "But I'm not straight, either," very, very quietly.

"Oh," Tori says, very softly, and finds she has to sit down. She sinks into her computer desk chair.

"Yeah, oh," Jade replies dryly, her gaze slowly rising to meet Tori's.

"So what does this mean?" Tori asks.

Jade shrugs, "It's means…whatever we want it to mean."

"So there is a 'we' here?"

"If I'm…understanding things correctly, yes."

Tori worries that she's somehow misinterpreting everything, herself. "We are talking about…liking each other, aren't we?"

Jade sighs heavily, "As loathe as I am to admit it, yes."

"Oh, please," Tori says, "If you didn't like liking me, you'd have left."

"Whatever. Point is, I don't know what this means, or what to do with it."

"Well. We can see where things go. You know. Date, or whatever."

Jade laughs, "Date?"

"It's not like we haven't done it," Tori points out.

Jade relaxes, "True. It's…not that different than what we have been doing. Only now I guess I can touch you when you're a human, too."

"You…want to touch me?"

In answer, Jade stands and crosses the room, reaching out to stroke Tori's hair. Tori finds herself leaning toward Jade's hand, hungry for contact. They so rarely touch, really, except for some hugs, some coerced, most genuine and strange. Tori's always wanted more, always craved contact, never fully accepting why.

Tori reaches out thoughtlessly to clasp Jade's fingers in her own. The hand on her hair freezes for a moment, then Jade entwines their fingers and continues to run her hands shakily though Tori's hair. Dimly, Tori wonders if hair is a thing for Jade. Her ex-boyfriend certainly had great hair.

Moments later, Tori's moving upward, trying to close the distance between them. Jade practically pulls her to her feet, and they're kissing. Tori's pulse is like a living creature racing through her body, alive and powerful. She can hear the slight intake of breath from Jade when their lips meet, can feel the way her body tightens with nerves and pleasure. She can smell her body, the soft smell of sleepy warmth. She can smell the coffee on her breath, even though Jade's mouth stays closed.

The kiss breaks, and Jade's cheeks are flushed, her breathing heavy. Her expression is unreadable, until it turns hungry for a split second and she's drawing Tori suddenly to her again, pulling her into another kiss.

They spend what's left of the morning kissing, while Tori makes Jade another cup of coffee and cartoons play in the background. It's nearing noon when Jade grimaces and finally says, "I have to get going. I should go home and get a shower before I meet Cat for rehearsal."

"Oh, yeah. Okay."

"I'll be back later?" Jade asks.

"Here? Sure. I'll be here," Tori grins.

"Don't smile so much. You look like an idiot."

"An idiot that you like."

"Stop."

"Okay." Tori arranges her face into an exaggerated sneer.

"Idiot," Jade says again, affectionately this time, as she leaves.

.

Jade feels somewhat like the last few hours of her life haven't been real as she heads home and mechanically showers. It's when she's on her way to Cat's that she ends up having to pull over down a side street and just sit for a moment, because her mind is just spinning.

It is frightening how easy it was to admit her feelings for Tori. But Tori has never been someone who was content to let Jade hide, and, Jade realizes, she's never let Tori hide, either. She was only one who saw through Tori's act when she'd changed so suddenly before the Platinum Music Awards. Jade didn't have a lot of reasons to hide in life, but it was Tori who always saw her at her most vulnerable, her most authentic.

There was give and take in her relationship with Tori, push and pull. More so than there ever was with passive, chill Beck. She had loved him because it was easy, but this thing with Tori…she was compelled by it because it wasn't easy. For more reasons than just their genders, and Jade realizing that this capacity to be attracted to women is a part of her.

She thinks again about Cat calling her play gay, and wants to laugh and cry at once.

Rehearsal with Cat goes okay. Cat keeps asking her if she's alright , because she's absolutely preoccupied with thoughts of Tori. She feels less interested in the performance piece in general, though she's still proud of the sensual scene she's put together. Though now watching it makes her feel exposed.

By the time they finish and she's heading back to Tori's, she's excited and nervous.

There's still some time before Tori will have to change, so she's human as she excitedly ushers Jade inside and immediately upstairs. She's wearing sweatpants and a tank top and her glasses and she looks so stupidly adorable that it almost annoys Jade.

They've already been kissing against Tori's bedroom door for about a minute before Jade regains the ability to communicate. "Can we talk a moment? You know, while you still can?" Jade asks breathily.

"I won't be able to kiss for much longer either," Tori answers, staring at Jade's lips. But she takes a step back, giving Jade some space, watching her expectantly.

Jade tries to gather her thoughts. She starts, "This is new. And terrifying. And while I think I always knew I could be attracted to women, I didn't know, you know?" Tori nods, and Jade continues, "And I think, just for now, I just want to keep it between us. While I figure out how to handle this."

Something in Tori's posture seems to droop, like when a dog lowers its ears. But she nods, "I understand. I'm not sure I'm ready for people to know, either."

Jade watches her for a moment, and with that response, there's no reason for Tori to seem as…disappointed as she does. So she asks, "What's bothering you?" while she moves to sit on Tori's bed, watching her.

Tori actually wrings her hands for a moment, but then she looks at Jade, "Are you…are you actually into me? Or is this just like a…novelty for you. Being able to date a werewolf."

Jade stares for a moment, because it's actually a good question. She wants to be offended but she knows that this might be something she would do. But she answers, "Both."

"What?"

"I like you. I really do. And the fact that you're a werewolf just makes this even cooler. Think about it. Trina's a werewolf, too, but I'd never date her."

"Well, no. No one should," Tori mutters.

"It's you I'm interested in dating, first and foremost. Besides, you're you a lot more than you're a wolf."

"That's true," Tori answers, sitting next to Jade.

"But I guess you'll just have to see. If I'm only your girlfriend during the full moon, I think you should worry that I have a bestiality fetish or something, but at least then you'd know what I'm really interested in. But I won't be."

Tori looks horrified, "Oh my god."

Jade's horribly conscious of the fact that she's just used the word girlfriend, but Tori doesn't seem to find it as significant. Maybe she had already made the connection, but to Jade, it feels abruptly brand new, and an excited rush of adrenaline courses through her with the realization. She kisses Tori, while she's still clearly in the middle of horrible bestiality thoughts, and within minutes they're practically wrestling on Tori's bed, making out.

Until a shudder runs through Tori's body. Her eyes fly open, and already her pupils look bigger than they should. "Oh, chiz," Tori gasps, her voice scratchy. She starts to rise, and Jade moves to let her get up. "I've got to change," Tori says. Her spine undulates weirdly for a moment, and then she's hurrying into the bathroom, closing the door firmly behind her.

Jade reflects that yes, it's completely awesome to have a werewolf girlfriend, until it cock blocks you. Not that she's remotely ready to consider sex with a woman yet. But her body still aches to be kissed more. She wasn't nearly finished making out.

A few moments later, there's that little scratch on the bathroom door, and Jade rises to let Tori back into the room. Tori's tail and ears are low, like she's embarrassed, so Jade gets down on her knees and gives Tori a hearty scratch behind the ears, until her tail starts wagging. "You have nothing to feel bad about," she tells her, "Now, let's watch something. I brought some DVDs from home. If you're going to be my girlfriend, there are some movies you're required to watch."

Now Tori looks nervous again. But she joins Jade on the bed, and Jade snuggles her happily while they watch horrifying movies that make Tori hide her eyes.