Thread: Werewolves and Hunters [JacksAreWild x ClearSight]

Jessie loved good protein. Maybe Leslie couldnt taste it, but Jessie could easily pick out the difference between meat that was grass fed, and meat that was not, meat that was free range, and meat that was kept in a small cage. She also liked her steaks a delicious, still bloody, medium rarenot that charred, well done mess that she had gnawed on for the sake of being polite at Leslies. For those reasons, Jessie did the cooking. Even though her friend had put up a valiant effort trying to make a delicious dinner for Jessie, it soon became clear in their relationship dynamic that it was probably best for Jessie to do the cooking, and the cop didnt mind it one but, she liked taking care of people. Im glad you enjoyed it. I havent met that many people that like bison. Jessie smiled, a note of pride in her voice because Leslie liked her cooking so. She relaxed back against her seat, picked up her glass, and took a sip of her drink. She loved ginger beer, but as far as alcohol content went, it was pretty weak. While the cop didnt have a drinking problem, sometimes she just had those nights where beer wouldnt cut it and hard liquor needed to be involved. Today had been one of those days she had had a kid pull a knife on her. The guy couldnt have been much older than sixteen! But rather than go quietly, he had tried to make a run for it and scare her with a knife to get away. He was lucky she hadnt really gotten scared, and shot him instead of just wrestling the knife away so that she could cuff him. Maybe the reason she liked Leslie so much was the fact that she could tell these stories about her day, and the other woman understood. Leslie knew what it was like to get beat up and shot at. She knew what it was like to tell someone to back down, and have them come charging at her instead. It was nice having so much in common with someone of the female sex for a change. Usually Jessie could only be this relaxed and have these conversations with men. Jessie automatically stiffened as Leslie leaned forward. The cop had this thing about personal spaceespecially when it came to Leslie. The other woman was gorgeous, Jessie was suffering from her self-imposed celibacy, her lips always looked oh so kissableit was just best if they kept five feet of distance between them so that Jessie didnt just break down and pounce on Leslie. It was stupid and she hated it, but part of Jessie did see her friend as someone that belonged to her, someone that she could fuck whenever she wanted... Ugh Her wolfs side was just this possessive monstrous beast that wished to bi-- Who are you calling a beast?! Oh for fucks sakenot you again. Usually her human and her wolf sides were in syncbut lately Jessie had been ignoring her animal nature. Without another werewolf as her mate, she had no way to vent her dominant nature. Now it was like there was an annoying consciousness that was not her own just hanging out inside her head, tossing words into her mouth and actions into her hands. Les... Jessie sighed and racked her brain, trying to find appropriate words for this situation and clear out her wolfish side. She knew that her friend was kinda sorta a whore but she couldnt say that . Especially not since the bodyguard had actually put herself out there and was adorably vulnerable at the moment. Mmm...she's not so bad, for a human. Perhaps we could keep her...turn her... We are not keeping anything! And we are certainly not turning anyone. I wouldn't wish this nonsense on anyone. Still, the wolf craved physical contact, and Jessie wished for a way to calm her friend, so the cop reached across the table, letting her hand fall over Leslies so that she could give it a gentle squeeze while she tried to explain why they were bad for one another. I just.... Im not the kind of girl that is just another notch in your bedpost. Ah fuck...that came out wrong... I meanthe longest relationship Ive seen you be in since Ive moved here lasted two weeks. Alrightcome onthink of something nice to say before you hurt her feelings. Look, youre cute, gorgeous really, and an amazing friend. There, good, nice stuff over. But I dont want to just sleep with you, and I dont want to have a friends with benefits thing going on. Im flattered that you like me, but I dont want to have to worry about someone that Im dating running around behind my back just because she has an overactive libido. Jessie furrowed her brow, acutely aware that she wasnt being particularly kind with her words. The last thing she wanted to do was upset Leslie, she really did like the other girl and thought they were close. I just Umm... its not you, its me, alright? I know it sounds lame. But Im the dumbass that is old school and likes to do long term, and I dont want to scare you with that. Really, the thought of being with only ONE person for the rest of their lives scared the crap out of most women their age that werent werewolves, and it wouldnt surprise Jessie if she scared Leslie with thoughts of commitment. Let's just... let's just forget about it alright? Jessie was ready to just forget the question had been asked and her answer had been given. But right as she was about to change the topic to the new Smith and Wesson MP Bodyguard 380, Jessie blurted out, I mean...I don't think you'd be able to handle me anyways. FUCK! Fuck...fucking...fuck you. Jessie screamed inside of her skull, wishing her wolf's consciousness had a physical form so that she could beat it over the head for making her do something so stupid as to challenge Leslie sexually.