Fate or Mistake?

Levent Kartal · 07-03-2012, 11:43 PM

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judgmental wilson face =O.O=

His mind had been wrapped up in a lot of things lately, from helping around the pack to the ball with their allies to her. He was not very efficient at multitasking, however, and so the result was a rather daydreamy Commesso who didn’t quite understand how he’d been promoted in such a short time. Or had it really been all that short? Cercatori d’Arte felt more like a home to him now, so he guess that time didn’t really matter. He had just enough responsibility to feel useful, a safe place for his best friend to roam around, and dreams of a pretty face to get him through the nights.

The brown wolf drowsily rolled over on the old mattress, and its argumentative creak was enough to wake the light sleeper tucked up against him. A quiet mew of protest left the feline, who blinked hazy amber eyes open then lifted his head, his paws tucked against his white chest. He purred quietly and licked a tuft of tousled fur on the luperci’s shoulder before resting his chin there, his half-closed eyes fixed in an expression of pure bliss.

It was all shattered in a heartbeat; a pounding on the door made the cat spring up onto his friend’s back, claws digging in enough to make Levent jerk awake and nearly send the tom flying. He instinctively opened his arms for Wilson to snuggle into, his dark ears twisting toward the door. In all his time since settling into the stone house, he couldn’t really say he’d had a visitor. This hut had been his and Wilson’s private chamber, where they could hang out undisturbed—something that became more and more precious since the man became involved with the others in his pack.

“Geliyorum!” Levent called, forgetting his English for a moment as he scrambled to pull a pair of shorts on. His dark hair was messy and everywhere, untamed by the cloth that rested on the half-rotten nightstand. He swept his bangs out of his eyes, regretting his catnap, and walked to the door with Wilson creeping curiously at his heels.

The dark-haired man pulled the door open, his pale blue eyes landing on a familiar reddish-streaked face. His own brightened immediately, full of sunshine, mirrored in his warm greeting: “Hi, Hotaru. What’s up?” The quiet thudding of his tail hitting the doorframe in a sweeping wag betrayed his gladness and hope; ever since their little liaison, it was all he could do not to think about her for a few hours, wondering if their relationship would change positively as a result.

Levent was happy, and oblivious, until the tomcat squeezed between his legs and stared at the soft swell of the woman’s belly.

“Bloody fucking hell,” Wilson deadpanned.

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