7 – Will You Or Will You Not?
1017 Words
FEELING comfortable, Becca shove her face at the softness of the pillow. The warmth it gave off relax her more. She groaned in pleasure.
She frowned. She felt a hand caressing her short hair.
She stilled. She definitely sure that her pillows have no hand nor emits warmth.
Slowly, she lift her head.
Her eyes met the blues of Mira. The woman is currently laying on her bed. In her apartment. Furthermore, her upper body is almost on top of the woman. She can also feel their legs intertwine under the blanket.
Mira continue caressing her hair like it is a habit. It calms Becca. She can almost her Lucy purr in her head.
“What are you doing here?” She asked in a hoarse voice. “How did you get in?”
The woman hush her. She was surprised when her head was forcefully pushed at the woman’s well-endowed front. Blinking was not even an option.
“Sleep. We’ll talk tomorrow.”
She held the woman in waist and lift her head from the pleasant position. She sat beside Mira. Her midnight visitor remained on her back.
Becca glanced at Mira. Her mate is very beautiful despite her long hair scattered around her face on top of the pillow. Mira seems cozy snuggling on her bed.
“Why are you here?” Becca asked, looking away.
“Give me a reason why I should be out of here.”
The tall woman took a deep breath before leaning her back at the head of the bed. She started playing with the blanket in one hand. To say that she felt anxious is an understatement.
“Why are you keeping yourself away from me?”
She peeked at the petite woman. Mira is now lying on her side. Her cheek on top of her palm.
“You knew?’ Mira nodded. “I was afraid. I still so.” She admitted.
“Why? Is it because I’m a woman?”
Becca shake her head. “You’re my second mate.”
“W-what?”
Mira sit up. Her long, straight hair cascade on her front and back.
They faced each other.
She smile sadly at her mate. Mira is frowning at her. She sigh as she grip the blanket tighter.
“I got rejected by my first mate. I was twenty.”
Sympathy crossed Mira’s face. The next thing she knew, the petite woman is already on her lap. Her pale arms around her shoulders.
Having second thoughts, her hands remained under the blanket. She basked at the affection she got from the woman.
“Hug me back, goddamit!”
Chuckling, she put her arms around Mira. She sniffed the sweet scent that the woman emits. It is a mixture of honeysuckle and a hint of freshly brewed coffee.
“It feels great, right?” Mira whispered in her ear. It brings shivers down her spine.
“Yes. It feels really great.”
She pulled her mate closer. Mira did not protest. They stayed like that for a while. Lucy is quiet in her head which is surprising.
Mira let her go. She looked down at Becca with a smile painted in her lips.
“One man’s lost is another man’s gain.”
“You believe that?”
“Yes, Ms. Jackman.”
“One thing though,” Becca uttered. “I’m not a lesbian.”
One brow raised, “Are you sure about that?” Scowl is back in her beautiful face.
Becca heard Lucy laughing in her head. The first time her wolf made her presence known since she woke up. However, Lucy let her know that she is having a time of her life having her mate in her arms.
“I never had a girlfriend before.” She disclosed.
“Good. Neither do I. Let this be a first and the last.”
Becca is engulf in a hug one’s again. This time, she surround her arms at her mate. She did not wait for Mira to demand it from her.
“I’ve waited for you for so long.” Mira whispered.
“You do? How long?”
“Decades.”
“How many?”
“About eight or so.”
She caressed Mira’s back. “How old are you?”
The petite woman pushed her back a little. The boss lady smiled at her before pinching both her cheeks. “I’m friends with Luke’s parents.”
Becca laugh out loud even when the pinched deepened. Her mate frowned at her.
“How old are you exactly?”
“A hundred and twenty.”
Her eyes widen. The tall woman check for the wrinkles and laugh lines in her mate’s face.
“What are you?”
“I’m a witch. Janessa’s mother is my younger sister.”
“But Janessa’s mom looks older.”
“Because my sister indulge her human mate. The guy wanted them to grow old together.” Mira explained and roll her eyes at the end of the statement.
“How old is your sister?”
“Eigthy-three. My mother met her mate after she got me. She got pregnant with me when she was still a young witch in late 1800s.”
Becca stare at her mate flabbergasted. The tall woman suddenly blinked when Mira pressed Becca’s forehead with her index finger.
“You’ll watch me die then?”
The witch glared at her mate. “Of course not. I’m going to make a potion that will make you live longer. Besides, werewolves have longer lifespan than a regular human.”
She nodded in agreement. Her hand stayed on Mira’s waist as they stared at each other. They watch each other openly.
“So, you’re going to accept this bond?” Mira asked.
She has this hopefully look in her face. Becca stared at the older woman with tenderness. Might as well allow herself to be with a mate.
“If you’ll have me.”
“Of course, silly.”
Becca giggled. She caressed her mate’s smooth face with her finger. She sighed in content .
“My wolf is having a party in my head. She’s very happy that finally were here.”
“The feeling is mutual. Unfortunate for her that her human is a slow poke.” Mira teased with a wide smile in her face.
“Hey, this woman is inexperience. And young.” She gave stressed to the last word.
Her mouth went ajar when she receive a small but a hard pinch in her side. This small woman have long nails!
“Respect this old woman, young one.”
This time, it was he glowered at Mira. However, the other woman sent her a bright smile that melted her irritation.
“Kiss me, old woman.”
“I thought you’d never ask.”
They smile in their kiss as their lips met. Becca pull the petite woman closer as Mira hold onto the taller woman’s shoulders as their kiss deepened.
Finally, this is what it felt like to kiss a mate.
- Writer
