Irregularly Scheduled Werewolf Nonsense

She gets it. Kind of. Sometimes. That swirling giddy wonderful feeling when everything falls into place. When all the little quirks you have finally finally make sense. And you just want to scream you're just so happy. Yeah, she gets that.

But when she (he? zie?) shows up at the station, wearing a pair of jeans she's never seen before, a checked shirt that looks suspiciously like one her nephew would wear, those clunky shoes zie wears on nights zie's too lazy (or male? she thinks) to put on tennis shoes, and zir hair's cut, she notices, and she wants to run her hands through the short curls but she stops herself and settles for staring at the golden ringlets.

Zie (he? she?) gets closer and zir face breaks out into the widest grin she's ever seen on zir (wider then when they'd kiss in her car and zie'd pull back breathless and happy)and she can't help but grin back. They clasp hands and then she gives up any pretense and pulls zir in for a hug and runs her hand through zir hair and when zie laughs and arches zir neck (brings back memories of skirts and tight uncomfortable jeans and nights spent driving around) she laughs too and leans back and just smiles.

He (zie?) looks up at her and touches a strand of her hair. "It's grown out well," zie murmurs. "Looks good."
She reaches out and touches a tightly coiled curl, pulling it out and watching it spring back into place. "Yours looks good too. Is this the cut you were so giddy about?"
Zie grins again and she recognizes that grin (that happy ecstatic grin when everything feels right) and zie nods. "Yeah."
They stare at each other for what feels like forever and then zir arms are around her neck and she's pressing her lips against his and his hands are clutching her hair and they slip down to her shoulders, nails digging in as her tongue slips into zir mouth.
"Missed you," he whispers in between kisses and she just kisses zir back, the soft blond hair floating through her fingers.
"Missed this," she whispers back against his lips and zie lets out a groan when her tongue slips back into his mouth. Her mouth goes down to the juncture between zir neck and shoulder and she can't help but bite down on the soft skin, relishing the strangled gasp zie lets out and then she pulls back and just laughs. And he looks up with a confused look on zir face and she pulls out her cell phone and takes a photo, still chuckling.
"You're covered in lipstick," she says, nuzzling at his neck. And zie laughs.
"Well, I did say the only time I wear make-up it's other people's. You wanna head to the hotel, drop our bags off?"
"Sure."

And they're at the hotel now and her hands are fumbling with his jeans now and zie's gasping out her name breathless and debauched and she shoves him against a wall and zir head's tossed back, exposing a perfectly unblemished neck and she grins. "Please," he begs, hands clinging to her shoulders. "Need you." Another gasp and she bites down on zir skin and sucks. She presses into him and zie's struggling to undo the buttons on his own shirt, finally getting them and it hangs off zir shoulders, exposing a bound chest and she glances at him and zie grins.
"Did you stop touching me?" zie says, shrugging off his shirt and tossing it on a bed.
And she just smiles back and nudges him towards the bed and he reaches behind zirself and unhooks zir bra and he's laying on the bed in nothing but briefs and she's proud of herself because she's managed to not pounce this far and he reaches out for her and drags her on top. And then zir lips are all over her skin, warm and hot and wet and she groans, rolling onto her back and he makes a pleased happy noise and noses zir way down her shirt, undoing the buttons with zir teeth. And she looks up and laughs.
"Talented, aren't you?" she murmurs, running her hands through that soft short blond hair, relishing the purr that escapes zir mouth.
"Wanna taste you," he mutters back, sliding her shirt off and wispy tendrils of hair tickle her skin as zie leans over a nipple and she can see a quick shock of pink before the sensation hits her.
She gasps and her hands fist in the sheets and zie licks a stripe up her skin, pausing to suck at the other nipple. She lets out a moan as he continues, nipping at the skin on her chest and she can feel zir chuckle against her skin.
More nips and the slight prick of teeth and she's sprawled out beneath him, swimming in bliss and she opens her eyes when she feels nothing but air and he's sitting back on zir haunches, grinning like the cat that ate the canary and there's still faint traces of lipstick on zir face.
"You stopped. How come?"
Zie smiles and readjusts his pants. "Just gotta fix some stuff." And his voice gets all breathy and crackling and she remembers the last time it was like that (their lips pressed together in the moonlight her hands tangled in his hair her own voice soft and when zie smiled and said yes his eyes crinkled) and she grins.
"Need any help?" And she lays a hand against his hip, pressing hard enough to feel bone and he lets out a shaky gasp and looks up at her.
"You know," zie answers, placing his own hand over hers. "I could use some help, come to think of it."
"Yeah?" Her hand moves closer and she can feel the wet cotton and zie sucks in his breath.
"Yeah."
And she slides her hand under the soaked briefs and he bucks and writhes against her fingers and whimpers and pleads and it's music to her ears.
She pulls her hand out after zie finishes, lying loose-limbed and languid on the bed and zie cranes his neck, tongue reaching out and he begs.
A pause and she brushes his lips with a wet sticky finger and zie takes it in zir mouth, running his tongue along the digit and zie swallows, continuing with the rest of her fingers until he's finished and her hand's clean.
She grins and leans back against the headboard and zie watches her, his head bowed and he looks up at her through his lashes and grins.
"May I?" he murmurs, leaning against her thigh.
And she pauses and smiles softly and shakes her head.
Zie nods and rolls off her thigh and her smile turns down a little and she pulls him back against her and she's already so turned-on it doesn't take much and she comes while he watches licking zir lips. And she chuckles softly and holds out her hand and he takes it in, warm wet tongue bathing her fingers. And he pulls off and then they're back to kissing, her tongue roaming around his mouth and her hands are tangled in zir hair and they're pulling apart and he's got zir face pressed against her collarbones and she's not sure if the grin on her face is ever going to go away and she can feel zir smile against her skin and her arms wrap around his shoulders and they stay like that, wrapped up in each other, for as long as they can.