Her One and Only

Does Weed Make You Horny

“Mi I told you, it’s really not that bad here. And hush, you know you’re supposed to be talking in code.”

“I know Ny, but are you sure you’re really happy in Japan with a person, I mean people you barely know?”

“I assure you we’ve gotten to know each other pretty well. Besides, I can handle myself."

“Do you miss home?”

I pause.

Of course I miss home.

It’s been about two weeks since I met Miles. We’re already thicker than thieves, it’s so weird to think I didn’t know her this time last month.

“I miss home a lot. I miss my family most, and of course you’re a close second.” I laugh softly, stifling tears.

“We all miss you too. Aries hasn’t stopped talking about how much he misses you.”

“You guys talk?”

“I mean we live in the pack house all together…” she stutters a bit.

“I guess, yeah.”

Miles knocks on the door.

“Hey Mi, I gotta go, I’ll text you later. Love you!”

“Bye Ny, love you.”

I take a deep breath.

“What’s up, Miles?”

She opens the door and her scent rushes in. I will never get used to how wonderful she smells. It’s like being high multiplied by ten.

“Hey, what do you want to do for dinner?”

“We could get human take out and drink again! We haven’t done that in like 2 weeks!” I remind her.

She smiles at me and nods. “That sounds lovely, where from?”

I fall back onto my bed, thinking a bit deeper than I should.

“I’m feeling italian food. What about you?”

“That sounds great, there’s a place my parents took me on my fifth birthday, how about there?” she smiles as she asks the question.

I nod and sit up. She offers a hand to lift me out of bed and I take it firmly.

“You have a firm grip, you ever get into fights?”

I laugh at the question. “I kicked Kelsi Sommers’ ass in second grade, but I wouldn’t say I’m a seasoned fighter.”

She laughs. “I bet you’d learn quickly. Ever heard of Jiu Jitzu?”

I nod.

“Want to learn a choke hold?”

I nod, this time much more enthusiastically.

She laughs. “Come into the living room. The rug on the floor has extra padding for this exact reason.”

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“Okay, I’m going to lay on the floor, I need you to sit on top of me, right at my hips.”

My eyes widen a little, but I do as directed.

“Okay, now take your left hand and grab the left side of my shirt. Right here at the collar.”

She takes my hand and directs me to the collar of her t-shirt.

“Straighten your arm, and use your forearm like it’s a knife chopping vegetables, but my neck is the vegetable.”

I bust out laughing, “that’s an awful image you’ve given me.”

“Try it! I’ll tap you if I need you to stop.”

I grip her shirt the way she showed me, and brought my arm down slowly.

“Very good! You could go a little harder, though. If you keep it soft like that someone could easily counter it like this-”

Before I can think I feel her hips thrust upward and throw me off of my balance. My hands fly upward, landing quietly onto the carpet, with my face just inches above hers. She reaches her hand up through my top’s collar, and places her hand on the opposite shoulder. Her arm makes contact with my throat and I find myself tapping on her shoulder.

As quickly as she made the move, I was back in control and her arms were above her head.

I stare down at her, feeling the heat radiate off of my cheeks.

“I think training will go very well!” she exclaims.

I nod slowly, unable to find any words in this moment.

“So, shall we have wine with our italian? Maybe we can go halfsies on a nicer bottle this time,” she laughs.

I snap out of it, finally.

“Miles, you are so cute. I’ll pay for the wine this time.”

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“So you went here for your birthday?” I ask.

“Yeah, big number five. It was super good, it definitely awakened something in me. Alfredo is the food of gods.”

I chuckle. “You never really talk about your childhood.”

She pauses for a moment, and focuses more on the road. Then a few seconds of silence, and a sigh.

“Well, I didn’t have much of a childhood. My birth parents left me at a fire station late december, about a month after my sixth birthday, then my adoptive parents took me in the following month. I stayed with them until I was about ten, that’s when the animalistic traits started to kick in, when they figured out I was a ‘monster’ and just kind of sent me to the woods to handle myself.”

Ten years old?! No wonder Miles is such a warrior, she’s been surviving since she was a child.

“How did you find our pack?” I ask.

“Actually, the pack found me. Your father let me join around five years ago. He was on patrol with some new guards and stumbled across my little cottage, you know the one.”

I blink, unable to find the proper words for a moment.

“I’m sorry,” is that really all you can think of?

“I mean, that’s awful. They just left you out there? A child? I never knew about your relationship with my father, either. I can’t believe I never knew you before now-”

I feel Miles’ hand wrap around my forearm, and with it a calm rushes through me.

“It’s okay, Nyght. It was just for the best, I guess. I don’t know how well I’d have fared in a human city. Wolves and humans are just.. so different.” she laughs softly.

My heart aches. Knowing such a kind, strong, intelligent person could go through such a tragedy hurts. It’d hurt regardless of who it was, but something about all of it happening to Miles made the pain worse. I place one hand on her shoulder and squeeze.

“I’m glad you made it out okay, I’ve only known you for a few weeks but I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

She smiles for a moment, and then it disappears.

“So, what kind of wine should we get?”

I’m lucky I didn’t get whiplash with that U-turn.

“Anything but red,” I laugh.

We pick up our food with no issues, and thankfully Miles convinced me to get breadsticks, or we wouldn’t have had a little snack in the car. On the drive to get wine, we realized what state our pack is in; Washington.

Two words:

Legal

Weed.

So obviously, realizing how much better it is to have fun and not be hungover, we took a trip to the dispensary.

As we’re walking out, Miles turns to me. “Did the budtender look kind of familiar to you?” she asks.

I think for a moment.

“A little, but I couldn’t tell with his mask on.”

We get into her truck and, before she has a chance, I connect my phone to her bluetooth.

“I found this rad song and I want you to hear it. It’s called ‘Orgasm of Death’ by the Growlers.”

Immediately she laughs. “Quite the name, does it live up to its expectations?”

“I sure think so.”

And so, for the next four-ish minutes, I zone out and feel the music.

I have to make the point that Miles and I haven’t spoken much about music, so I was really going out on a limb here. Don’t get me wrong, it is a rad song, but not everyone likes it.

The trees fly by in the light of the moon, and the dim light surrounding the beams of her trucks headlights.

“... When we meet the orgasm of death.”

The music fades gently, but the night surrounding us races on. I take a deep breath.

“… did you like it?”

She looks at me out of the corner of her eye, and smirks.

“I loved it.”

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“Alright amigo, a joint for me and a joint for you, paid for by yours truly.” I give a silly bow and offer her the joint between my pointer finger and thumb.

She stifles a laugh and takes it from my fingers with artificial grace.

We decide to smoke outside to admire the forest and the sky at night. Wolves; we really love a good night sky. She has a special little seating area on her back patio specifically to admire the moon, and who wouldn’t want to get stoned back there?

The patio had two wicker couches, with the wooden bits stained a dark brown. The cushions for the couches were a mossy dark green, with two beige outdoor pillows in the corners for decoration. Each couch was pushed into the corners of the patio to look outward into the forest, with small tables on the outward facing end. A beige large loose-knit crochet outdoor rug lies in the center, hosting a dark wood coffee table on top of it.

We each take a couch, and set our food down on the designated table.

“Have you ever smoked before?” she asks.

“Once or twice, but my dad was pretty strict about it. He always said ‘None of that until you’re 21,’ he’s always been pretty strict with human laws. He doesn’t want to lose government funding.” I laugh, and she nods in response.

We share a lighter, and each spark up our joints. And thus, the coughing begins.

We each puff and cough a few times, then I look up and meet her gaze. “Why are you staring at me?” I start to laugh. We’re fully zooted at this point, and I’m the first to attack the alfredo.

Then Miles remembers, and joins the assault.

“How’s your pasta?” she asks, with noodles on her fork.

I nod, too focused on the noodles in my mouth.

“Don’t forget the breadsticks!” she reminds.

“I could kiss you for getting those.” I jokingly say.

“Bet you won’t.”

My eyes get wider and my thighs get warmer. Does weed make you horny? I don’t even like s*x like that!

She laughs. “I’m kidding, Tsuki. I’m not gonna hit on a mated wolf.”

“You can if you want to,” the words fly out of my mouth.

Shit! Why did I say that?!

She stares at me for what feels like an eternity.

“I’m sorry, I’ll just go to my room.”

Miles POV

What the f*ck does that mean?!

“You can if you want to”

What straight, mated girl says that? Is she trying to f*ck with me?

As she walks inside, I shove another hefty bite of pasta into my mouth. As I chew my shame sprinkled alfredo, I notice she left her joint on the table.

“You should be with Nyght, she still has pasta left,” because for some reason talking to yourself feels right when you’re high. I stand up and close my pasta’s box, making my way to Nyght’s room.

I approach the door and give it a soft knock.

“Hey, Tsuki. You left your joint out there, I don’t know the shelf life of these things but I know your night will be better if this spends it with you.”

I hear her get up and shuffle to the door. It opens a crack, and she snatches the little half joint from my hands.

“I meant that I could bring it in there and we could talk..?”

Silence.

“C’mon Tsuki it really wasn’t that bad.”

There’s a long pause.

“Then why didn’t you say anything back? You just sat there.”

Because you’re hot, obviously!

“I mean in most cases you aren’t supposed to flirt with your friends, or your boss’ daughter.”

I hear her scoff through the door.

“Is that all I am? Your boss’ daughter?”

I calculate my response this time.

“No, you’re also my friend.”

I hear her sigh, then the lock clicks open.

“I can tell you’ve never had a girlfriend before,” she says, then motions to a chair in her room for me to sit on.

“Do you bring your joint with you? Or just mine?”

“I honestly wasn’t sure you’d let me in,” I reply.

She laughs.

“I’m not that stubborn, Miles.”

She lights her joint and sticks it between my lips before flopping down onto her bed. I take a long hit from the shrinking joint, and

place it between her fingers.

I watch her hand bring the joint to her lips. Her lips gently wrap around the joint, as her eyes close and she breathes in. A smile spreads across her face as she slowly lets the smoke spill from her lips, followed by a few coughs. Her eyelashes part and she motions for me to come to her. I follow her wiggling finger like a GPS to a monument. I have no coherent thoughts. She pats her bed as an invitation to sit with her, and I follow direction once more.

She sits up, and all of her hair falls back behind her shoulders, her bangs swept away from her face.

At this moment, I suddenly realize I am throbbing.

Does weed make you horny?

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