🕑 Added 2014-11-24 11:03:56 +0000 UTC
“Hey, raised-by-wolves-girl. You know how to cuddle, right?”
Ana nodded.
“Show me.”
Ana put herself against Felicia, letting the other woman embrace her, hold her tightly. The ‘littler spoon,’ she had heard it called. It befitted Peter’s senior bride to be the ‘bigger spoon’.
Felicia massaged her gently. Ana felt her body start to relax. Her mind start to loosen, feeling Felicia’s acceptance being rubbed into her body. “So, Ana, you ever hunt lions, tigers, panthers, cats?”
“You think I hunt people if not hunt everything else?”
Felicia hummed; ‘fair enough’. “So you’ve killed them?”
“Yes, but—not endangered. Not honorable hunt.”
“And when you kill them, you do it quick, right? Like nature intends. You don’t let them suffer or anything?”
“No.” Ana shook her head. “No honor in… bad kill. Clean. Honorable. Knife. Arrow. Only steel, no poison. Bare hands, sometimes. You must respect the animal with your fight.”
“That’s okay, I guess.” Felicia tightened her embrace of Ana. “I ask because, if you ever hurt Peter, betray him in any way, do anything to harm him or MJ or that sweet old lady that raised him to be the man I love—that’s not how I’m going to kill you. I’m going to break every bone in your body, then I’m going to sell you to some very bad people I know, and they’re going to run experiments on you that insects are too good for. So let’s not go that way, ‘kay?”
Ana smiled. “You defend him with honor. I’ll enjoy learning from you to be in good standing among his harem.”
Felicia shuffled to get comfortable. “Stop calling it a harem, too. Or at least start calling it my harem. My apartment, my harem…”
