The Wolf and The Sensitive (closed for Tighe and _kyrie_)

[tighe]

Nora sat in Rafe's living room, sunk down into the large sofa cushions. She loved his couch, his place. It was homey even though he was a confirmed bachelor. He was scrounging around his kitchen, looking for things he would eat while he was confined tonight and tomorrow. Laying out meat on the counter he checked it all again. Everything was fine. Nora yawned. It was late afternoon, almost evening when he came and fell beside her. She jostled in the pillows and looked at him. "I hate this you know." She told him. "Yeah, it's a cakewalk for me too." He pulled a pillow across his lap and smiled at her. "Listen, you have just got to take it easy around Crabtree. He is going to be looking for a reason to nail you." "He won't have anything to nail me with, Nora." He assured her. "I hardly ever even go to O'Malleys. You know that." She nodded. "It's just that there are so many like them out there, Rafe. So many bigots who hate weres." "well, you weren't too keen on us when we first met." She smiled at the memory. "Don't remind me." She had been untrusting, angry about their initial integration into the force and mainstream life. Now she knew better. She had learned so much. "Keep your radio close tonight." He reminded her. "I will." On full moon nights, Nora kept a log for him of all reported activities, just in case a pattern began to emerge. Most of the time they noticed werecats causing the most problems. Seemed they were least able to control themselves and also least able to change at will. Wolves were the most predictable, yet there were only a handful of them documented and in the area. Contrary to popular belief, weres did not really stick together all the time. There were groups of them who banded together for protection and there even groups who came together in play, socializing with their friends and sometimes significant others. But they had become a part of society. There were all other forms and species too numerous to count, but the ones who seemed to be most violent and caused the most problems were cats first, bears second, wolves third. That was also how they stacked up in demographics. Cats most common, then bears a close second and wolves third after a large gap. Rafe's ancestory had been a long line of paternal werewolves, yet his mother was human, having fallen for a wolf in a time it was not accepted. Yet they had and Rafe had been born after 2 other attempts. He was the third, the trinity. He was the only child of the union.
He sat there staring at the television with Nora next to him. She was the only person he felt truly comfortable with. She has seen him at his worst and best. He didn't frighten her, but she did respect his strength. She had often toyed with the idea of trying to be with him as he changed, but he would never allow it. She had seen him cause the change, shift his shape as needed, but that was so different than the full moon phase. She knew he would never allow it. She looked over at him and blew her breath at his head causing his hair to move. "You need a haircut." She told him. "I know. After." He promised her. There was just so short his hair could ever go. It could grow as long as he let it, but it could never be shorter than the length of his neck. He felt a shiver in his body, deep inside, the first stirrings of the moon. He looked over at her. "You should get going." "Rafe, the moon doesn't come up for at least a couple hours." He stared at her. "Well, maybe I don't want company right now." He told her. There was a knock at his door. He looked at her. "Who followed you over here?" He smiled at her as he answered the door. It was Ms. Word from next door. She was holding a pot of something. "I made extra. I thought you might enjoy some good soup." She moved past him and to his kitchen. "Oh, hello Nora. Are you alright?" "Yes, Ms. Word, I'm fine. How about you?" "Oh, I'm fine. I just thought Rafe might want something homemade tonight. I know you won't cook for yourself tonight." She looked at him knowingly. She looked at the meat on the counter. "I see you plan on eating though." She said. "See anything you need?" He asked her, in case she needed some meat to stretch her budget. "Well, those are some pretty chops." She said. He handed them to her. "Thank you, honey." She patted his cheek. "You take care of yourself tonight." "I will." He told her. He saw her to the door and closed it behind her.
"Take some soup home." Rafe told Nora. "I can eat it here." She filled two bowls and handed one to him. "Oh my God, that woman can cook." She told him through spoonfuls of the soup. He smiled. "Yes, she can. There are perks to having neighbors who like you." He told her as he sipped the soup. They finished the bowls. "Want to take some." He offered. She shook her head. "Nope." She looked at him. "I know. I have to go." He nodded at her. "Time to go." She pulled on her jacket and shouldered her small purse. Turning back to him at the door she looked at him. "Rafe, I think I would be fine. I really think you need someone with you." "No, believe me I don't need anyone here with me. Go out there and lock me in and come back in the morning and let me out." He handed her the padlock that was a formality and closed her fingers around it, squeezing her hand. "Thanks by the way." She smiled sadly and blinked at him. "Okay. I will. You be careful." "I will. You too. Stay inside." She nodded. "As always." He opened the door and ushered her out, waiting on the sound of the padlock on the door. After it clicked he locked it from inside and dead bolted it. She heard his side click and knocked once. He returned the rap and she left.
Rafe returned to the couch and fell into it. His joints were beginning to ache. He peeled his clothes away and stretched out on the couch. He could feel his feet pulling, changing. His knees began to hurt and his hands burned. He held his hand before him and saw the changes beginning. His palms were changing, twisting some. The pain began and he dreaded what would happen the next few hours.
Three hours later, Rafe was writhing in pain on his floor. His legs and arms were pulling, tendons lengthening and changes going on that caused his body to distort and reassemble itself. He groaned in obvious pain. Finally a loud howl escaped his throat and mouth, announcing his change finalizing. Suddenly Rafe was no longer the being everyone knew, but a huge, blonde shaggy wolf was in the floor, almond shaped blue eyes taking in his surroundings. He moved around the house, checking all the scents, the windows and doors. He weighed an easy 180 pounds, at least 6' from tip to tip. Everything was alright as he moved back to the sofa and climbed up onto it, curling himself into a tight ball, closing his eyes and trying to go to sleep, waiting the next day when the painful change would reverse itself.

 

[_kyrie_]

Jamie paced her floor agitated, nervous and scared. Several times she put her jacket on, determined to locate the isolated wood in her dream. She knew better. Of all nights not to go out alone, this was the one. Besides, she had no way of knowing if the attack was going to happen tonight, on next months full moon or a year from now. It was so damn frustrating, she kicked her footstool so hard it went sliding across her living room floor, crashing into the wall on the other side of the room. She left it where if stopped, not bothering to right it or put it back in place.

Running her hands through her hair didn't help ease the headache. She pushed it's length to one side in irritation, not about to succumb to the lure of taking another pill in order to sleep. Jamie knew several sensitives she had gone through training with that were now addicted to sleep aids. She was not going to be one of them.

So, Jamie paced from one window to the next. Occassionally listening to the sounds if the night, straining her ears hoping to hear or perhaps not hear anything unusual out there. She a glass of milk, nearly in one swallow. An hour later she opened a bottle of wine, sipping from the spout periodically as she paced from room to room.

Just as the suns rays starting perking over the tops of the trees, Jamie gave up the fight. She curled into her big blue lounge chair, determined still to stay awake a little longer. Taking the last sip from the bottle, she sat it down on the floor by her chair. Before she could lift her uninjured arm back to her lap, she was asleep. Her arm hung to her side as she slept dreamlessly for the first time in months.

 

[tighe]

Rafe paced the room. He felt the night on him, the need to run and lurk and smell the air. He would not It would be so easy for him to crash through the door or a window and run through the night to the forest at the edge of the city where he could be the animal he was, but it was not safe. It was not safe for him or anyone else. Many people, humans, would hunt these nights, hoping for the argument to murder a were, in self defense of course. It would be an excuse most likely, but vigilantes abounded on full moons. In the kitchen he raised up on his hind legs to grab the chicken he had put out. It hit the floor and he gnawed it, bones and all, swallowing it in large chunks and followed with the steaks that were there as well. Then, he moved back to the living room and curled up on the sofa again, waiting. Soon he fell into a deep sleep, dreaming about running through the trees, the moon lighting his path. He heard another howling somewhere beyond him and he stopped, sniffing the air. It was an unfamiliar scent, but it was were for sure. There was something else carried on the invisible air currents. The scent of blood was strong. A kill had been made, but it did not smell of animal. It smelled human.
Suddenly Rafe was awake. The pain had returned and although it hurt, the reversal was less painful than the previous change. He moaned and turned one way, then the other. His eyes squeezed together as he remembered his father sitting with him as a child, always changed before him, stroking him and telling him to relax, it wouldn't hurt for long. The worst was the pain in his guts as his digestive system returned to that of his human self. It seemed to always leave him running for the bathroom where he usually heaved until he had to take a painkiller. This morning was no different. As he knelt before the stool he felt terrible. Before he could clean himself up he heard a knock at the door. It would be Nora. Looking down he knew he was naked. He wrapped himself in a towel and brought a hot rag with him. He unlocked and rapped at the door. She unlocked the padlock and pushed the door open, smiling at him. As usual he looked ragged. "Make it okay?" She asked him. He nodded and turned away. She had no idea about how he usually threw up the morning after, but she did know how horny he usually was, as evidenced by the towel that was even now, bulging a little at the front. She smiled at him, knowingly. "I have to go clean up." He told her. He left her and she went to his kitchen, cleaning up the mess he had left. "Damn, I'm glad I don't have a dog." She muttered as she put the plastic in the trash. She heard the shower start and smiled, knowing what he was probably doing while he was in there. A part of her was very attracted to Rafe and the woman in her was very curious about him, but as his best friend, she couldn't allow herself the attraction. She cleaned up his kitchen and opened a window to air out the room. It smelled musky, like him when he was about to change. She didn't mind really, but it would be good to get in some fresh air anyway.
Finally he was back showered, shaved, fresh smelling and his eyes were a bit clearer. "Hear anything interesting last night?" He asked her. "Oh, the usual. Nothing out of the ordinary for weres on a full moon." She did wonder about Rafe though. How did he satisfy his urges? She stroked his tight shoulders, knowing he was usually in pain the day after. "How are you feeling?" She felt the muscles knotted beneath the shirt and skin. "Where are your pain killers?" She asked, knowing the ones she used were a no no for wereanimals. The metabolism was screwed up for them. Headaches even required special meds. "I let mine run out." He told her. "Rafe! You promised not to do that again." "I know. It wasn't really on purpose." She shook her head. "It's Saturday. There isn't anyone available on a Saturday." The med prescribed for weres were not from a pharmacy, but had to be obtained from a licensed vet and they did not work Saturdays. Except... She had an idea. Dr. Farrell. She had seemed friendly enough the other night. Maybe she had a few on hand that would get him through the weekend. Usually only one or two did him. "No, don't." He took her arm as she pulled her cell. "Rafe. I know you are suffering." She dialed her anyway.

 

[_kyrie_]

The phone ringing was a small annoyance. Jamie ignored it, wrapped in the warm visages of sleep. The continued ringing of the phone became more than an annoyance. She wasn't on call. She wasn't even supposed to be reachable. Damn wereanimals had ruined her climbing weekend.

The phone rang again. This time it just pissed her off. She swiped at it with her left arm, which had gone completely numb in the night. The phone banged into the wall and flipped open. Jamie lunged for it and cried out when she tried to lift herself with her injured right arm.

Swearing loudly, glad the phone had finally gone quiet; Jamie slid back into the warm indention of her chair and nodded off to sleep with a sigh; her arm cradled to her chest.

On the other end of the line, unknown to Jamie in her exhausted state, Nora had slipped from her friendly civilian voice into her very professional, very concerned cop voice.

"Hey Doc. Jamie? Jamie? Doctor? Doctor Farrell? Damn!!"

The connection ended abruptly while Jamie dreamed of sky blue eyes and blond hair.

 

[tighe]

Nora heard the phone get answered then the noise of it falling and someone cry out before it went dead. She hung up and grabbed her jacket. "What is it?" Rafe asked. "I don't know, but I heard someone cry out before it went dead." Rafe started to the door. "You think you need to go?" She asked him. He looked at her. "I'm not letting you walk into it alone." He told her as he grabbed his badge and gun form the hall closet. He was close behind her as they ran outside and to her car. Nora drove quickly to the address listed on the doctor's information sheet. As they headed to the door Rafe took a quick sniff. Nothing smelled wrong as Nora rapped on the door with her knuckles. "Dr. Farrell? Jamie, are you alright?" She listened. She didn't hear anything as she waited. Rafe started to the other side of the porch and bent to look in the window. His back seized and the pain made him swear. Nora looked at him and he waved her off. "I'm fine." He told her. "Liar." She said back as she knocked again. Rafe straightened and felt the muscles stay in knots. "Is she here?" Nora asked no one in particular. Rafe knew she was there. He could smell her faint scent.

 

[_kyrie_]

God what now! She just needed to sleep a little longer and then she'd get up and do whatever it was that seemed to be so urgent. The knocking continued and then she felt him, Rafe. He was in pain and that single sensation alone, jerked her into consciousness.

Jamie tried to stand and swayed, then stood holding onto the arm of her chair. Her hair was completely mussed, laying in long waves and curls around her face. Her short night gown with the big Burmese Mountain dog on the front, was hiked up over her hip; her small panties visible on one side.

Her arm ached, unless she held it to her chest with her left hand. The room was a wreck from her pacing and temper tantrums last night but still, Rafe was in pain and needed her, she felt it.

Jamie made it to the door and yanked it open, expecting to see a bleeding Rafe standing there. Instead, there was a very annoyed Nora, her gun drawn and held down to her side.

"Nora? What the heck is going on? What's happened? Is Rafe alright?" Jamie looked around, trying to catch a glimpse of Nora's elusive partner.

 

[tighe]

Rafe was out of sight of the door as it opened. Nora looked very relieved as she saw Jamie open the door. She looked past her to the room. She knew everything was alright and reholstered her gun.
"Nora? What the heck is going on? What's happened? Is Rafe alright?"
"He's fine. He is, well," She hesitated as she looked over at him wondering if he needed to see Dr. Farrell this way. "He's just in a lot of pain and, well being a man, he let his meds run out. You know how these weres can be the next morning about muscle pain and all." She saw Jamie nod and step aside. Rafe stepped from the side of the door and looked at Dr. Farrell. She was very disheveled, her hair a mess, a nightgown pulled over her taut frame and tucked into her lace panties on one side at her hip. He closed his eyes, not needing to be enticed this way right now. Damn Nora for not just letting it drop. His screaming shoulders began to forgive her some as the vet led them inside.

 

[_kyrie_]

Jamie looked at Rafe's pale face and felt his pain slam into her. She almost reeled from the intensity of it. She couldn't imagine what it must be like to go through it without some help from modern day chemistry.

She had heard of a drug in research that had not been approved, an injection that would help ease the transition for the were animals both in and out of their animal shape, but that was years from mass production. She leg go of her right arm to pull down her night gown and winced, hoping it had not been noticeable. She didn't need to explain to two nosy cops how a wereanimal had attacked her in a dream. She couldn't explain it herself.

She kept a locked medicine cabinet beneath the counter in her kitchen. It held some emergency supplies for nights when she was called out. Jamie knelt and fumbled with the combination lock, frustrated at having to use her left hand. Propping her right arm up on her knee, she finally got the safe open and retrieved a small bottle of the high dose wereanimal pain killers.

She took three out, making note of the amount removed, whom she was giving it to, the date and why, and reclosed the safe. In the center drawer she had some small prescription bottles, unmarked and dropped two of the pills into the empty container, sealing the top with the childproof seal.

The other one she carried to Rafe and held out her hand. The large white pill looked stark against her darker skin.

"I have milk and coffee and some orange juice. I don't drink soda so you're out of luck if you need that. Nora, would you like some coffee?"

Unknowingly, Jamie wavered a little on her feet. She was so tired she could barely keep her eyes open but Rafe was sitting at her kitchen table, looking for all the world like a wounded puppy and she was not about to turn her back on him. On either one of them when they needed her.

 

[tighe]

Rafe was sitting at the table as Dr. Farrell moved to a chest under the cabinet. She opened it and poured some pills into a bottle, labeled it after making a notation in a book and brought another to him. She held it in her hand, offering something to drink. "Water will be fine." He told her softly. His body was pounding, not unlike having a headache all over. His eyes were beginning to seem unfocused and his mouth was dry. It was the first time in a very long while he had changed without the medication. Meds were one good thing about being in the open and being mainstreamed. There had been a need for relief when full moon phases occurred and research had brought about the development and marketing of specific drugs that could ease the process. That Rafe thought he could do without them was almost unheard of. Many were had actually gone insane from the same process, before the meds. These were weres who often were unable to manage and control themselves. It was actually considered dangerous for them to shift unmedicated. Rafe opened his hand and she dropped the pill into it, careful not to touch his hand. Neither of them seemed to have the energy. The problem with her right hand did not go unnoticed as she handed him the glass. "What happened to your arm?" He asked as he popped the pill into his mouth, holding it between his teeth before taking a large drink of the cold water. Nora stirred her coffee and looked at the doctor as well.
Rafe felt something very bad had happened yet Doctor Farrell acted as if it was normal. The fact she was moving around her kitchen in very little clothing was not helping Rafe feel any better. He could smell her scent through the light panties and the fact he was still so animalistic was not helping the feeling that was gnawing at his testicles at the moment. God he wanted to go home. Actually he wanted to do something else all together, but going home was the best option. Nora watched him closely as he reacted to Dr. Farrell. His eyes followed her as she moved around, filling her own coffee cup. She knew there had to be questions about Rafe and his changes and how it was handled with his work, but she did not ask. Nora felt certain they would all work together again at some time. Maybe there would be a time they all were more comfortable together. That time was not this morning.
Rafe tried to breathe normally as he waited for the pill to kick in. He had forgotten that without it the day usually only got worse. Worse had been on its way when Nora insisted on bringing him to her. Now, as he sat at the table with the two women he wished he had never forgotten. Monday he would have his meds refilled properly and he would not forget to take them pre-emptively next month. His eyes quit aching first, then slowly other parts of his body began to feel better.
God the woman was beautiful.

 

[_kyrie_]

"You can't drive after taking that, you know?" Jamie asked Rafe quietly, her headache easing finally as well. She was still exhausted and ran her fingers through her hair distractedly. Rafe looked, delicious. That was the only word she could think and blushed hotly as the thought came to mind that she'd like to eat him up. Maybe she was just picking up on his emotions, that realization had her slamming her proverbial door quickly.

"What happened to your arm?" Jamie tensed and looked at Nora, who was looking at her expectantly. She looked back at Rafe and noticed his pain was easing immediately. Good. Problem was, Jamie was the worst liar in the world, her face was a transparent window to her thoughts and feelings, usually. The only time she was able to truly mask her feelings was in her work, when dealing with the owners or potential owners of the animals she was attending.

"Honestly, I don't know." Jamie eased it onto to the table, looking nearly as if not just as disheveled and tired as Rafe.

Nora looked from Jamie to Rafe and back to Jamie. Her sharp eyes taking in and gauging their pain, exhaustion and whatever else was going on at the moment.

"From the looks of you, both of you need to go to bed right now." Nora quipped. Jamie choked on her coffee, looking everywhere except at Rafe. She heard a strained sound slip from Rafe's throat before he took a big swallow of his water and sat it down on the table in front of him with a rather loud thunk.

 

[tighe]

Dr. Farrell told them she really didn't know what happened to her arm. As Rafe looked at it he knew the scratches were far enough apart that it must be from someone like himself. What was she hiding? Did she have a werewolf in her group of friends she might be protecting? He didn't exactly buy her story. She looked as tired as he felt. He had many questions as they sat at the table, sizing each other up. Rafe was racked with the exhaustion of the physical change he underwent, pain that continued as an easing, yet dull roar and the intense desire to mate. That was often the hardest part. Some of his poorest decisions in the past had been in finding a willing participant the following night and screwing her with no regard for who she was or what she thought. He was always gone before morning, his need satisfied once more. Nora had always been around and he always had to avoid her. She was attractive in her own right and he did not want to ever make the mistake of being around her when his primal urge took over. Lately he had taken to joining a group formed just for weres and their needs on this night above all others. They came together in a secret place where they could be themselves, urges and all, satisfy themselves without fear of repercussions and remain friendly and social.
"From the looks of you, both of you need to go to bed right now."
Suddenly, Rafe felt a twisting pain in his chest he had never had before. The last bit of his cardiac, respiratory system twisted over in a delayed change as he sat at the table. His arms seemed to go numb for an instant and his chest felt as if it were going to cave into itself. He knew the change, he just usually experienced it from the numbness of the transformation meds. "Rafe." Nora stared at him, trying to get him to look at her. "Rafe, what is it?" She looked at his blues eyes that were struggling to focus on her. They were suddenly filled with pain and fear. She never saw fear in Rafe's blue eyes.

 

[_kyrie_]

Jamie jumped from her seat without thinking. Forgetting the pain of her own arm, she placed both hands on Rafs trying to steady him. His heartbeat was erratic, his pulse way too fast.

His pain washed over Jamie. She nearly went to her knees with it. No wonder he had almost buckled in his chair. She felt his fear. It was so strong it almost took her breath away. His fear of loosing complete control. Of injuring or worse, an innocent during and after his change. His struggle against his need to hurt, hunt and dominate his prey. Jamie shook with the intensity of his emotions.

Instead of breaking the connection, she flooded him with healing, accepting emotions of love and tenderness. She nearly drained the last bit of her energy in her effort to ease his pain. Each clung to the other tightly. Neither aware of Nora calling their names urgently but hesitant to touch either one of them.

 

[tighe]

Rafe felt Dr. Farrell grab him. He was slipping away as her touch ignited him. Suddenly he knew she was in his mind and he hated it. He fought to block her. He fought to make her stop, but it was not working. His pain was so intense he could not effectively block her sensitivities to him. Suddenly he caught a glimpse of a vision she had seen of a woman impaled in the night by a large wolf who was staring defiantly at her. The scene shook him to the core as he knew she had seen something that was to happen or had happened. But who, when? It was why she had asked what she had asked after they had met.
Rafe felt her thoughts change and he felt healing. It was comforting and pleasing and he hated it. With the last strength he had he yanked away from her, flinging himself to the floor and out of her grasp. "No!" He roared at her, scrabbling away from her. Nora was in shock at his outburst. It was as base as she had seen from him in many years. She went to him herself. "Rafe!" "No! Get away from me. Leave me alone." He told her, his eyes wild with emotion. The pain was gone and what was left was pure instinct. He damned himself for not keeping up the med regime prior to the moon. He managed to get away from both women before he took them both, willing or not. He made it to the front porch, almost on all fours and righted himself. He started to run and made it far away before he fell to the ground, almost in tears.
It was an hour at least as he lay there feeling the cool earth under him. His jeans were filthy and his shirt damp with sweat. He panted, scraping his fingers in the pungent leaves under his head. Finally he made it up, feeling somewhat more normal again. He made it home where he found the note form Nora on his door. 'Everything's alright. Let me know when you get home so I know you are alright. I'll talk to you then. N.' He took it inside with him and got in the shower. He stood under the warm spray, trying to clear his mind. When he got out he brushed his hair, his teeth, applied a warm scent to his chest and legs and dressed in his better jeans and a long sleeved tight black shirt. Hating himself he flipped out his cell and dialed the number. The woman's voice answered. "Rafe, we've missed you. You coming tonight?" He closed his eyes. "Yeah, I think so. When and where?" He asked, making a mental note of where the group was meeting.

 

[_kyrie_]

"Jack Ass," Jamie yelled at him as he ran through her front door, slamming it behind him. "He acts like I did that on purpose." She whispered, lying her head on her arms, the exhaustion overwhelming her. That was a mistake. Jamie moaned and grabbed her arm. Nora sat back down, peering intently at Jamie.

"Didn't you?"

"What?" Jamie looked at Nora confused.

"Do it on purpose?" Nora asked quietly, noting Jamie's obvious pain.

"No. It doesn't work like that. I can't always control it. I'm pretty good. Better than most actually. But his emotions were so strong, so overwhelming and in the state I'm in right now, I had no defense against him. The bastard. "

Jamie let her eyes move from her front door back to Nora. "You know? I really, really don't like him or his kind anymore than he likes me or my kind Nora. I don't understand how you can stand to work with him."

Nora sized the doctor up, nodded and grunted what sounded like an uh huh before she leaned forward, putting herself closer to the trembling doctor.

"So, show me your arm Doc. Can't help but be curious you know. You were fine yesterday," she state matter-of-factly.

What the hell, was all Jamie could think through her exhaustion and the after effect of being exposed to Rafe's raw emotions. She pulled her night gown down over her shoulder, removing the bandage. Needed to be cleaned anyway.

"Pretty nasty. Were attack you?" The original puncture marks were deep and swollen. The scratches raised welts of angry colored skin and dried blood.

"Not really." Jamie shook her head wearily.

"Explain 'not really' Doc."

Jamie did. All of it. The month long battle with the nightmares, lack of sleep and of course, the vivid dreams. Nora sat quietly listening, her face impassive until Jamie fell silent.

"You know you have to report it, all of it, to the Captain. He trusts you. I've read the reports. He knows you're no second rate media hungry crack pot. He needs to know. All of it."

Jamie shook her head tiredly in acknowledgement.

"I'll go down later this evening after I shower and get some rest." At Nora's skeptical look, Jamie gave her a half smile, held up three fingers and said, "Scouts honor. I'll be there."

Nora shook her and left right after they exhanged numbers and Nora had pried a time commitment out of the shaken Doctor. Nora did not need a raping, murdering wereanimal loose in her precinct.

 

[tighe]

Rafe heard the knock at his door. He answered it to Nora, who rattled the pills back in and forth in the bottle. "You forgot something in your rush." She told him as he walked away from the door and she followed him inside, closing it behind her. He took the bottle and sat it on the counter. "You gonna take another one?" She asked. "Maybe later." He said quietly. "What the hell happened back there?" She asked him. "She saw something, Nora. She's been seeing visions of something bad and I don't want to know in case it doesn't happen for real." "And if it does happen for real? Then what?" She waited. "She told me all about the dreams, Rafe. God, she woke up from it with that gash in her arm. Do you realize how deep her talents run?" "Yes, I do and I know how dangerous she can be. Listen, I don't need another buddy, so lay off the friendship thing between her and me okay?" "Okay, damn. Wasn't like I was trying to get you together with her or anything." He glared at her and she twirled the salt shaker on his counter. "Might be nice. Maybe you could get a good price on your yearly vaccinations or something." She acted disinterested. "Nora." He snapped. "Hey don't you have something to do tonight?" He asked her. "No, not really. You going to play?" He glared at her again. She knew he was but they did not discuss it. Many humans came to the parties as well, but they were usually brought by lovers, spouses, whatever and rarely if ever came on their own. Unattached humans were viewed very suspiciously. "Maybe I'll come along." She offered. He shook his head. "You don't want to be there." He told her. "Maybe I do. Maybe I could be someone's toy for the evening." He couldn't believe she even said it. "Something about you I need to know?" He asked. She shrugged. "I don't even know myself, Rafe. I know a lot about weres, obviously. Still, there is something that keeps me wondering about the more personal, less criminal aspects." "You know why these groups were put together in the first place. Do you really want to be there if someone decides they want to take a little something out on a human?" There were humans who came specifically for such things, but they were looked upon with care and did not get close to anyone really. They were used and they got whatever they thought they needed from being with the weres. "Listen, if you want to be involved its up to you, but do me a favor. Get involved with a different group, because I can't, I couldn't be what I need to be there if I am worrying about you being at the same place. It would defeat my whole purpose. I mean, if that's how it will be I might as well start staying home and making you stay with me. Could play and never leave the house." Nora wrinkled her nose at him, but a very deep, dark little place almost agreed. She patted his cheek and started for the door. "Be careful tonight." She told him. Turning at the door she looked back at him. "And have fun." "I will." He told her and closed the door.
When she was gone he finished a glass of water, took one more pill and headed to the address where the party was to be this evening. He was a little late getting there, but many called to him as he entered. There were friends, younger and older than him. A woman in her 50s came to him, grasping his arm. "Welcome, Rafe. It's been awhile." "It has." He nodded at her. "I know a couple of ladies who will be very glad to see you tonight." She smiled. "One is already here." She pointed to the bar where Vanessa was sipping a drink. He smiled and hugged the woman. "Thanks." He told her. "I told her you were coming. She said she was waiting on you." She slapped him playfully on the ass as he walked away from her and to his friend Vanessa. He slid to the stool beside her and took her glass form her, sipping it. "Hey!" She began to protest, then saw who it was. "Oh my God, Rafe, you really came." She threw her arms around his neck and held to him tightly. "I can't believe you came. Everyone had decided your partner had become your night after toy." He smiled. "No way." Shaking his head. "We keep this strictly professional." He waved at the bartender who brought him a beer as well. he thought of Dr. Farrell for a minute, then pushed her out of his mind. "Well, let me finish my drink and then we can find a place to start." She told him matter of factly. He nodded. It all seemed so clinical. He sipped his beer an watched as play began all around them. There were the unmistakable sounds of weres changing around them, a few cries and screams as feelings of desire, the hunt and the taking got underway. He looked around and saw the woman who organized such things lying on a table while a werecat mounted her from behind. She was human but had started this group as a way to help her now dead werebear husband. They had been together many years and knew the need that often overtook weres the night after. Night After Groups, they had been dubbed. He knew she still enjoyed helping out the others. Though she preferred bears, she would not discriminate against any one species. Except rabbits. She had no desire for them at all she had once told him. He smiled as she looked happy. He peeled the label from the bottle, as usual, waiting for Vanessa.

 

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Vanessa

Vanessa tossed her head, her spunky blond curls bounced around her petite face. Her eyes ate Rafe up. She couldn't wait to get to one of the more private back rooms. She'd heard all about him, had been waiting for her chance for months. He was the most gorgeous wereanimal she had ever seen, and she'd seen her share. This one she just might keep for her own, if she could wile her way into his heart, although his eyes were dead cold, she was sure she could entice him with her own assets, so to speak.

With that in mind, she rubbed up against him, purring with the fluidity of a cat. Her hand rubbed up and down his forearm and then up his bicep to his shoulder, touching the spot Jamie had lain her hand on during their connection. All she could think of was scoring with Rafe. All the females, were and human, wanted him between their legs. He was the big challenge and the bets were on every weekend as to who'd catch his eye. No one knew much about him. He was moody and gorgeous and that's all that mattered to Vanessa.

She stuck her finger in his beer and brought the yellow liquid to her mouth, seductively sucking on the tip of her finger as her eyes gazed into his. They were the bluest eyes she'd ever seen, she wondered briefly if the man behind them was as beautiful then dismissed that thought. It didn't matter. What mattered was what she could see and what she could see, she wanted.

Her hunger and intent were obvious. Especially to Rafe, a trained investigator and were-wolf. Her perfume might have been a little over-powering for him, but the unmistakable smell of her sex wafted to his nose. It didn't seem to be quite as strong as the desire she was flaunting with the rest of her body, but then, some women didn't excrete such strong pheromone's as ... who had he been about to say? Dr. Farrell?

Vanessa rose on her tip toes and licked Rafe's ear suggestively. Her giggle sliding down his back as her hands traveled across his broad chest.

 

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Vanessa finished her drink and stuck her finger in his beer, licking her fingertips suggestively. Her eyes gaze into his and he felt it. The lust that was waiting until he could unleash it with someone safe. He could smell her, the odor as it wafted up her body. She was a cat, obviously and he knew how they could be, but at the moment he didn't care. She stood as he finished his beer and her rough tongue slid over his ear. Her hands tracked over his chest as she giggled and took his hand, turning from the bar. He followed willingly, watching her undulate though the crowd already assembled.

 

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Vanessa had let herself partly transform. She was good at that and had the tight, leather form fitting pants made especially to fit around her long, blond tail. It was artificially highlighted by her stylist. The tip and edges gleamed a silvery white that sparkled luminescently beneath the lights of the club. She swished it as she walked, knowing Rafe's eyes were glued to her petite little butt.

She turned and caught him starring, a little feral kitty smile lit up her face with knowing. He smiled in return, at least, what she assumed was a smile. He was a hard one to read, but she was determined he'd be much easier by the time the evening was over. Besides, she had two more little animals to get to tonight, but she'd let those go, if this panned out. This, being Rafe.

Private rooms were first come first serve, one literally had to wait in line. Not the best system but it worked for the most part, unless one of the were's happened to be in a particularly nasty mood. The club had EMT's and plain clothed cops, some that were were's themselves, on duty to make sure everything stayed on the up and up. Any unintentional injuries were generally handled immediately on site.

Vanessa liked the room with the mirrors the best. She liked to watch herself work. Most didn't sport mirrors, too dangerous. Especially during the full moon's cycle. She knew she could handle whatever came her way though, she'd been in charge since she was a little kitten. She could handle any man, or woman for that matter. She knew she could handle Rafe. She'd have him eating off of her proverbial paw in no time. The thought sent shivers up and down her spine, making her tail twitch with anticipation.

She had her small case of accessories in her hand, that would be for after. Another smile crossed her face, one that Rafe couldn't see. That smile she reserved for after as well. It was the thrill of the hunt for Vanessa, the cat stalking it's prey, even if the prey was a wolf, a were-wolf on the night after a full moon. Vanessa shivered again and stepped up to the man monitoring the rooms. He nodded to her, letting her know 'her' room was free.

On the way, Vanessa and Rafe passed several couples and even threesomes that had not waited for or didn't want one of the private rooms. The sounds of sex buffeted around the club, its walls specially insulated to keep inside noise in and outside noise out. The effect was astounding. Sound seemed to amplify through the big club, one small grunt turned into three on the other side of the room and six, on the other. It was as though the club itself were having sex, its walls vibrating with the energy and lust of those within.

The door closed behind them. Rafe stood casually against it expectantly. So, he was going to make her do all the work. Good, she liked it better that way, a lot better. She set her little case down and moved towards him, rubbing her entire body against him. Big, firm breasts caressed him through her blouse and his shirt, the nipples already hard and ready for his touch.

"Touch me Rafe. Touch them. I know you want to. Do it. Now."

She opened her shirt for him. No bra held the big breasts in place. She was young and hot and knew what she wanted and who she wanted it with and it was definitely going to be Rafe, at least once tonight if not more.

 

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Rafe followed Vanessa into the room that was covered in mirrors. The door locked with a loud click as she slammed it closed. She was carrying a small case and placed it on the table near the wall. He stared at the mirrors before staring at her again. He watched as she came to him, casually, nipples straining at her blouse as she rubbed against him. He took a deep breath.
"Touch me Rafe. Touch them. I know you want to. Do it. Now."
She opened her blouse and he took one more look at her face before he dropped his gaze to her ample breasts. He reached for them, his hands taking one in each and squeezing them. Each handful was firm and warm to the touch. He kissed her forehead as he kneaded them, then jammed his knee between her legs. His mouth found hers and he shoved his tongue deeply into the chasm.

 

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Vanessa laughed before she raked her claws over his hands and turned her head from his kiss.

"Bad little wolfie! Did I give you permission to kiss me? I don't think so. Bad wolves get punished for not following the rules. You know better than that, at least you should know. Pussies don't like to be pushed around, better for you now if you learn it quickly."

His knee was still jammed between her legs, she let him keep it there for now. Let him believe he was the one in control. Her yellow eyes glared at him, willing him to obey her.

"Take off your belt Rafe. Hand it to me, now."

She put out one hand, her nails nearly so long they curled but instead, had been filed to very sharp, lethal points. One of these she held against his throat, just below his jugular vein, waiting for his next move.

 

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Rafe almost jumped when Vanessa's claws raked the back of his hands.
"Bad little wolfie! Did I give you permission to kiss me? I don't think so. Bad wolves get punished for not following the rules. You know better than that, at least you should know. Pussies don't like to be pushed around, better for you now if you learn it quickly."

Well, this was new, but Rafe decided to play along for awhile. Maybe it would actually feel good. He felt her push one of her razor sharp claws against his throat.
"Take off your belt Rafe. Hand it to me, now."

He did as he was told, pulling the wide belt from the loops on his jeans, brushing her body as he pulled. Something deep inside grew terrifyingly excited at her directions and her forwardness. He didn't move otherwise. She was taking the lead and he didn't mind.

 

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Vanessa purred encouragingly as he pulled his belt from the loops of his tight fitting jeans. He was built, that was for sure. Vanessa couldn't wait to get her claws on him, and in him. The belt was well worn, wide and perfect. She felt the weight of it in her hand, gauging its thickness and the damage it could do.

"Very good puppy Rafe. Very good. Now your shirt, take it off. But do it slowly, so I can enjoy it."

She turned her head to the side expectantly, watching as his steady fingers began to remove the black shirt from his broad chest. He was magnificent. Her sex moistened perceptibly, she knew he could scent her and liked the way his eyes flared as he caught her strong feline scent within the enclosed room.

"Smell something like you like Wolfie? You have to earn the right, and you're no where near there yet. Not by a long shot."

His shirt fell to the ground, his arms were muscled, well formed, strong. She loved a strong man. She loved breaking a strong man even more. He was going to be so much fun, she was ready for the night to begin.

Vanessa unbuttoned her blouse the rest of the way while he watched. When he made a move towards her, she held up one sharp claw and whispered, no. He stopped and she was pleased. Her blouse fell to the floor. She stood in only her tight leather pants, her tall knee high boots and nothing else, save the belt in her hand. Her eyes glistened with lust and something more. Something very deep and dark, something similar to what he had been feeling earlier in the day at Dr. Farrell's place.

"Turn around Rafe. Put your hands on the mirror and don't move until I tell you to. You know the position, take it. Now."

 

[tighe]

Rafe suddenly realized what he had stepped into. Vanessa was most definitely into something beyond what he was looking for this night, but he was feeling very dark after his visit with Dr. Farrell earlier. She had set something off in him even he did not understand, yet. Vanessa began to pull her shirt the rest of the way off as he reached for it. Her hand went up and one very sharp claw was extended. "No." She whispered to him and he stopped immediately and watched as she stood before him in only her skin tight leather pants, boots and holding his belt.
"Turn around Rafe. Put your hands on the mirror and don't move until I tell you to. You know the position, take it. Now."
He stared at her a long moment. No way. He started to reach for his shirt and leave. She could keep his damned belt. Then, he felt himself turning around, reaching high up on the cold, slick, mirrored wall. He could see her reflection and he watched her silently anticipating what she had in mind. Rafe wasn't sure he was ready for such play. He really had in mind to satisfy his urge and leave. He had never before taken part in anything like this before. Usually a very willing woman would give herself to him in a small, cozy room and they would shake hands afterward and go on. Seemed tonight was shaping up a bit differently.

 

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Vanessa watched the play of emotions across his face. She knew he wanted to leave and that made it so much sweeter for her, in the taking. And she'd have him too, soon.

"So, bad doggy stole a kiss from Ms. Pussy without permission didn't he. How many strikes do you think Rafe? Perhaps I'll let you choose?"

At his sour look she laughed,

"No? Mmmmm, maybe I won't put a number on it then. We'll just see how you do to start, shall we? I'm looking forward to this. Hold still now, you wouldn't want me to miss, would you?"

The first one was just a stroke of leather against his skin. Barely a sound was made, just a breath of air with a bit of weight behind it. He looked at her, raising one eyebrow. Oh, a challenge! She loved a challenge. She could grow fond of this little puppy very quickly indeed.

The next strike was not so light, only a small snapping noise arose as the belt kissed his back again. The third one was more than the last but less than the next. The fifth one made the first mark and she thrilled, watching the muscles contract beneath the leather. Still, he made no noise, not one sound.

She moved up behind him, rubbing the leather belt across his back, licking the slight welt there, purring for him, rubbing herself on him. With one booted foot, she pushed his feet further apart, liking the way he looked standing there, submitting to her. She pinched her own nipples where he could see then rubbed herself between her legs.

Taking the belt, she ran it between his legs, reminding him not to move, not to drop his hands. His eyes glittered dangerously, her own answered his in return. She backed away quickly, her cat's reflexes moving her nearly without a sound. The belt came down repeatedly on his back now, without a breath of time between them. Crisscrossing and raising welt after welt, the sound of leather hitting skin reverberating throughout the small room. The air was thick with the smell of sex, leather and sweat and still she continued.

He didn't make a sound and she didn't like that. She'd have him moaning, crying either for her to stop or for more, but she'd hear his screams tonight. Whether they were screams of pain or passion, meant little to her. She knew only one thing, she craved his cry and would have it, somehow. Her hand grew heavier, bringing the belt down harder and harder until she broke skin and still, she didn't stop. The belt ran red with his blood, her fury grew, she would have him, if she had to nearly kill him, she'd have him and own him this night.

 

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Rafe saw her eyes flash in the reflection when he didn't answer her about the lashes. She warned him to hold still. Would he? Could he? He had no idea. She backed up and let the belt fall loose. She swung it at him and he felt it brush his back. It was no more than air brushing his skin. He looked at her in the mirror and just raised one eyebrow, defying her evil smile. She thought he would whimper at that? She was so wrong. As a werewolf, he had the constitution of a brick wall. Very little could cause Rafe to whimper. The need to overcome her pretense of dominating him grew very strong. She would not have the pleasure. Not this night. She was only a werecat. There would be no problem. Each following strike of his own belt was harder than the last. After the first few she stopped and moved up behind him again. She licked the welt that had raised up across his shoulders, rubbing her body against his back, the leather of the belt between his legs. Still he did not move. Her booted foot kicked his feet farther apart, the same as he had done to so many criminals he had arrested. It was a move designed to show force, take charge and keep the balance off. He allowed it. She leaned back a bit, blatantly obvious as she looked at his ass in the tight jeans. Her hands reached up and tweaked her own nipples. A slight shudder ran through his loins. Damn she was sexy. He could smell her heat now even more than before. Was he getting to her? She rubbed herself between the legs, causing Rafe to tremble very slightly for an instant. When he didn't say anything she took a step back and began to slap his back as hard as she could. He never moved. He never made a sound which seemed to infuriate her. She rained the leather across him in criss cross patterns, raising welts and finally breaking the skin. He began to sweat, but still never moved or made a sound. He stood taking it without emotion, knowing she would see anything he did in the mirrors. He would not give her the satisfaction. Finally he felt liquid running down his back and knew it was blood. His head lowered only minutely, as if bored with the action. When he knew she could not see his eyes reflected in the mirror, he squeezed them closed for an instant, waiting for her to tire or give up.