Finding Luna

converse

converse
verb ~ to engage in conversation

I nodded mutely and Phoenix's hand fell to my back, as usual, guiding me from his office. The heavy door shut gently behind us, and we made our way down the hallway to the staircase. We thankfully passed only a few wolves, who bowed their head at our passing. But somehow, by some cruel fate, we bumped into Charlie on the last flight of stairs, exiting his room. I narrowed my eyes when he sniffed and grinned.

"Again?" He laughed. "In the office? Man, you guys are like horny teenagers. Do I need to separate you? Make Phoenix sleep in another room?"

Phoenix grumbled. "Very funny."

Charlie grinned again, "Just saying, hard to mistake the stench. You horny teenagers."

We couldn't get another word in before he ran past us down the stairs.

"Is he fifteen or twenty-seven?" I rolled my eyes.

Phoenix chuckled and we began to ascend our stairwell. "I'd say fourteen."

I giggled, entering the hall and going towards the bathroom. I ran the shower and stripped off of my clothes, placing them in the wash basket. I noticed it was rather full, so reminded myself to take it down once I was done, in hopes that a machine was free. I tied my hair up, not in the mood to get it wet before turning to face the hot water. I eyed Phoenix stood in the doorway, contemplating my next move.

"How can...wolves smell that we..." I mumbled, my voice disappearing in thought.

Phoenix was stripped of his clothes when he laughed. "They can smell us on each other, but in particular the wolf can smell...it."

I frowned, feeling rather gross. "Is it only males? Why can I never smell it?"

He nodded, "It's mainly a male wolf thing, a way other wolves can show that the female is theirs. Some females can smell it, but mainly on male wolves. Your brother constantly mates your friend."

"Gross!" I groaned like a teenager. "That is some kind of wolfy curse... I'm gonna have to start wearing anti-wolf perfume..."

Phoenix growled, pulling me into the shower with him. "Never. I love how you smell of me constantly. The only thing I hate is how much you wash it away."

I blushed, the water cascading down my shoulders as he grabbed the soap. I knew he was only teasing me, but I felt a strange butterfly feeling flutter up my chest at his pride. He was possessive, and he loved how I smelt, despite the... animalistic and gross way around it. It made me feel weirdly safe, even if he was just a moody male.

Cel barked. Wolves rely heavily on smells, Phoenix always smells of us. I love it too, makes others know he is ours.

I smiled to myself at her contented approval of our mate. He is ours, even if he didn't smell.

She barked a laugh as I glanced to Phoenix to find him washing whilst I just stood in the water in my own world. I watched the water drip from his skin and down his chest, envious of his good looks. He continued to wash himself, not bothering me. He had come to recognise when I would drift off into my own mind, and I appreciated how he didn't force me to snap out of it. I eventually shuffled to grab some soap myself and start to slowly lather my skin.

"So... you know you asked Kate about chances of pregnancy?" I wondered and his eyes snapped to mine. "We have never even discussed children."

He breathed heavily out of his nose as water dripped down his face. "I know. I'm sorry for bringing it up. Most wolves end up pregnant after their first heat, so I just wanted to know."