As she suspected he would, he fed her the ham slowly, one tiny piece at a time. She found herself scooting closer, impatient, and reaching out for his hand each time it came close. This was ridiculous. She had never been fed anything in her life. Not that she had any memory of; she had presumably been fed when she was a baby.
She glared at him, both for tormenting her with meat and meat-related innuendo, and for calling her cute. She supposed, to the objective layman, she might appear 'cute' in this form. But that was to people who didn't know what she was, as Jean didn't. She might have been 'cute' if she was actually a dog, who behaved like a dog, and wanted dog things and nothing more. An actual dog would have been having the time of its life. Instead, she was basically suffering through what for any real dog would have been proof that all dogs do, in fact, go to heaven.
For example, if she was just a dog and not a cursed abomination of nature, she would have only enjoyed him carrying her like a baby and rubbing her belly, all the way up the stairs. And if she'd been just a dog, she would have had no burning, terrified mortification about being tossed gently onto his bed.
His bed.
She was laying on a man's bed aaaaaaaaaaaaaAAAAA
And then, to make things worse, because life hadn't tormented her enough, he began to strip. In earnest. Time seemed to slow to a stop as Bree, horrified beyond belief, disconnected from herself briefly to objectively consider her options.
The correct thing to do was to look away. To get distracted by something. Like a pillow. And not stare at the gorgeous, stripping man, who had no way of knowing there was a grown woman watching him. That was the moral and just thing, the thing she should do, for the sake of her sanity, because this was Jean Cernunnos, and yes, he was very attractive, but he was also the fucking devil and she didn't need to be thinking about how he looked shirtless the next time she was in here bartering her thoughts for books.
However.
However.
He didn't, in fact, know it was her. Men were not, in a general sense, lining up to strip for her. Not any men she'd enjoy seeing strip, in any case. Just the top two buttons of his shirt were promising a whole new world. This was a once in a lifetime opportunity, here. She could just... you know, watch. Idly, as a dog might. For... the sake of...
She couldn't lie, for the sake of burning curiosity and her own frustrated libido. She didn't have a powerful sex drive, generally speaking, but she was almost 23 and had never so much as held hands with someone of any gender. She didn't even really have plans to change that, because she was genuinely unlikeable and also working very hard to never get pregnant.
He didn't have to know. She could just know. By herself. For science.
She'd already made her mind up by the time he'd gotten halfway down his shirt. She wasn't staring, but she had laid her head down on her paws in what she hoped look like casual relaxation. At an angle that just so happened to allow her to watch. Idly. Not staring.
She might be been staring a little.
When he pulled the ribbon from his hair, sending it down his back in a waterfall of curls, she was definitely staring. Her mouth might have fallen open a little. She wasn't sure if that was general shock or panting. She wasn't sure which would be worse.
And then, somehow, things took an even more bizarrely life-changing-night style turn, when he picked up his violin.
One thousand and one fantasies had flashed through her mind in a row. None of them had involved him shirtless. This was, literally, more than she could have ever dreamed of. Her mind would never have invented this scenario as a possibility.
It was possible she was taking advantage of this situation. Like, a lot.
But if he never knew... And, like... she hadn't asked him to strip or anything... It was hardly her fault. She couldn't have made him stop.
But she didn't have to howl for him.
...If she didn't... what if he climbed into bed. With her.
"Awooooooooo," she declared, throwing her head back. It wasn't loud, it wasn't proud. It was a howl filled with shame and self-loathing, if such things could translate through howls. But it was a howl nonetheless.
She'd hate herself in the fucking morning. She was busy right now.
She glared at him, both for tormenting her with meat and meat-related innuendo, and for calling her cute. She supposed, to the objective layman, she might appear 'cute' in this form. But that was to people who didn't know what she was, as Jean didn't. She might have been 'cute' if she was actually a dog, who behaved like a dog, and wanted dog things and nothing more. An actual dog would have been having the time of its life. Instead, she was basically suffering through what for any real dog would have been proof that all dogs do, in fact, go to heaven.
For example, if she was just a dog and not a cursed abomination of nature, she would have only enjoyed him carrying her like a baby and rubbing her belly, all the way up the stairs. And if she'd been just a dog, she would have had no burning, terrified mortification about being tossed gently onto his bed.
His bed.
She was laying on a man's bed aaaaaaaaaaaaaAAAAA
And then, to make things worse, because life hadn't tormented her enough, he began to strip. In earnest. Time seemed to slow to a stop as Bree, horrified beyond belief, disconnected from herself briefly to objectively consider her options.
The correct thing to do was to look away. To get distracted by something. Like a pillow. And not stare at the gorgeous, stripping man, who had no way of knowing there was a grown woman watching him. That was the moral and just thing, the thing she should do, for the sake of her sanity, because this was Jean Cernunnos, and yes, he was very attractive, but he was also the fucking devil and she didn't need to be thinking about how he looked shirtless the next time she was in here bartering her thoughts for books.
However.
However.
He didn't, in fact, know it was her. Men were not, in a general sense, lining up to strip for her. Not any men she'd enjoy seeing strip, in any case. Just the top two buttons of his shirt were promising a whole new world. This was a once in a lifetime opportunity, here. She could just... you know, watch. Idly, as a dog might. For... the sake of...
She couldn't lie, for the sake of burning curiosity and her own frustrated libido. She didn't have a powerful sex drive, generally speaking, but she was almost 23 and had never so much as held hands with someone of any gender. She didn't even really have plans to change that, because she was genuinely unlikeable and also working very hard to never get pregnant.
He didn't have to know. She could just know. By herself. For science.
She'd already made her mind up by the time he'd gotten halfway down his shirt. She wasn't staring, but she had laid her head down on her paws in what she hoped look like casual relaxation. At an angle that just so happened to allow her to watch. Idly. Not staring.
She might be been staring a little.
When he pulled the ribbon from his hair, sending it down his back in a waterfall of curls, she was definitely staring. Her mouth might have fallen open a little. She wasn't sure if that was general shock or panting. She wasn't sure which would be worse.
And then, somehow, things took an even more bizarrely life-changing-night style turn, when he picked up his violin.
One thousand and one fantasies had flashed through her mind in a row. None of them had involved him shirtless. This was, literally, more than she could have ever dreamed of. Her mind would never have invented this scenario as a possibility.
It was possible she was taking advantage of this situation. Like, a lot.
But if he never knew... And, like... she hadn't asked him to strip or anything... It was hardly her fault. She couldn't have made him stop.
But she didn't have to howl for him.
...If she didn't... what if he climbed into bed. With her.
"Awooooooooo," she declared, throwing her head back. It wasn't loud, it wasn't proud. It was a howl filled with shame and self-loathing, if such things could translate through howls. But it was a howl nonetheless.
She'd hate herself in the fucking morning. She was busy right now.
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