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Werewolf Boyfriend: Finn 2 (rough draft)
🕑 Added 2020-10-01 20:00:06 +0000 UTCHunting isn’t something I grew up doing. I’ve never actually had to do it. I grew up in the city, the only thing to hunt there was pigeons and squirrels. It sort of scared me to think about going out into the woods to catch something to begin this courtship, but I was determined to do it.
I tried too, I really did. I just couldn’t do it when the time came, and I crossed the paths of many deer and rabbits in that forest, believe me. I’m just not capable of it, so instead, I bought Finn a goodie bag. I filled it with hair ties, beard oil, fancy soap, local honey, and a few other things. I may not be able to hunt, but Adam assured me there were other ways around it.
Finn’s home was a cute little A frame with a porch made from twisted laurel trees. There was a wrought iron gate I was too afraid to push open in case it made noise, so I hung the bag over the fence. Inside was a letter that read: “it’s not a deer, but I hope it gets the point across.” Stupid, maybe, but for now it was the best my abilities could offer.
The day the new goats were being brought in was an exciting one. I was preparing the barn and fenced in area with hay as well as filling the toughs with clean water. Shauna and her two sons were there as well, helping while we waited on Daisuke and Beau to arrive.
“Can I tell you a secret?” I ask Shauna.
She perks up and smiles at me. “Do you have one?”
I nod. “I feel like if I don’t tell someone, I’m going to burst.” I inch in closer to her so I can whisper. “I’ve started a courtship ritual with Finn.”
Her bright eyes widen and she takes hold of my hand. “That’s such a good choice!” She gasps.
My face burns and I smile. “It wasn’t really a choice. Well, in my mind it wasn’t.”
“Finn is such a sweetheart! It’s about time someone realized it and scooped him up.” She glances back to check on her sons playing. “Poor thing,” she sighs.
I furrow my brow. “Poor thing?”
Shauna crosses her arms. “He had done the courtship ritual with this girl, everything was going fine. The girl just loved all the attention. But right at the end she turned him down. She was already engaged to someone out of town, didn’t tell anybody.”
My eyes nearly bugged. “That’s awful!”
“Well,” Shauna sighs as she shakes her head, “it didn’t settle too well with Finn either. He sort of retreated for a while. It took his siblings a lot of patience to coax him out of that blacksmith shop.”
I wonder now if it was a good decision to do this. Maybe he was still hurt, or didn’t have the energy to go through this with anyone. I could understand, if he just wanted to be friends, I’d be more than happy to be just that for him.
“What did you end up giving him first?” Shauna asks.
I shrug. “I tried hunting but I got to anxious over it. So I just left a bag full of nice things for him.”
Shauna beams. “Beau did that for me too. He left me all sorts of yarn that first night.” Her smile turns dreamy and nostalgic. “Hunting was a trigger for him in the early days, so he got creative with how to court me. Lots of weres are going that route nowadays.”
I sigh with relief. “I thought I was going to seem weird.”
“I’m sure Finn would be excited for whatever you decided to bring him.” She pats my back. “Do you know what you’re doing next?”
I’ve got several ideas on my plate, it’s sort of like figuring out the treats in an advent calendar. “I know he likes the candy shop, I was thinking about something from there.”
“I know he loves cinnamon and spicy things,” Shauna says. “Everytime we have him over for employee family dinners he always eats my snickerdoodle cookies and asks to take home the leftovers.”
The new goats arrive, and there’s four of them, a white Nubian goat named Trixie, a Mytonic named Katya, and two brown Alpines named Shea and Sasha. Already, Remi was sniffing around and being excited by the girls.
Once everything was set up and ready, my job finally started. The girls would be getting check ups the next day, so for today, they were just acclimating to their new home. Sasha and Shea were fairly calm and both were really sweet. Katya and Trixie were a handful, having grown up in a rescue together they were already joined at the hip. Trixie had a bad habit of screaming, especially when she wanted something. I knew I was already going to have my hands full with her.
After work and putting the girls up for the night, I went back into town to the candy shop to get supplies for my next offering. Walking back onto the street I look across the way to the lingerie shop and see Finn walking out of it. I freeze up, wondering if I should say hello or just run. I don’t want him getting suspicious about anything. What if he already knows? I’m not subtle, i could give it away if he didn’t.
I try to play cool and continue on walking. I keep the bag tucked beside me so, if he does spot me, he at least won’t see it.
“Aysel! Hey!” He calls out to me, dashing across the street. A car nearly hits him, honking their horn as he hurriedly scurries out of the way.
“You almost got hit!” I yelp as I run up to him.
“Would have served me right, I wasn’t looking,” He chuckles.
I frown. “Just to say hello?”
He shrugs. “Would have been rude if I hadn’t. What are you doing tonight? Out shopping again?”
“Sorry of,” I keep the candy shop back tucked back. “Still kind of amped up from work, so I just felt like walking.”
“That’s right! You got the new goats in today. How was it?” His bright blue eyes sparkle.
I smile up at him, feeling my nerves melt away under his presence. “It was a lot of fun. The girls are really cute, and already Remi seems to be interested.”
“I wouldn’t be surprised you had some new black goats by the end of the week,” Finn teases. He walks beside me, even though I know he’s in the opposite direction.
I giggle, sounding almost silly. “I wouldn’t either, but he’s not allowed around them until the vet checkup tomorrow. Once the vet gives their word and advice, we’ll allow Remi to circulate with the girls.”
Finn stands with me at the crosswalk again. “And what about you? How are you enjoying it now that your new job has fully kicked in?”
“I haven’t shoveled any shit yet, so I don’t consider it really on yet. But I think I’m going to like it. If one screaming goat is the worst of my day, it’s better than every other job I’ve had.” I smile at him and my heart goes off running. “What about your job? How is it going?”
Finn shrugs. “I’ve been working at this country club near Asheville this week. All their thoroughbreds are needing shoeing. It’s enough money to last me through to next year.”
“You’re kidding,” I scoff.
He shakes his head and grins. “A farrier who works only on throughouhbreds can make six figures if they lay their cards right. I like my farms tough,” he sighs. “The money gets me what I need, and I can’t complain about that.”
We cross the street together and Finn motions towards the park. “Want to go on a walk? Or am I keeping you from anything?”
I shake my head. “No. I really only have leftovers waiting for me at home.”
His eyes brighten and we got into the park together. There’s a pretty scenic path that goes along the river. I’ve been told about it a dozen times since moving in, but I’ve yet to see it for myself. Walking along it with Finn makes me feel warm and fuzzy all over.
“My dad made these signs when they first made this path.” He points to a wrought iron sign with a placard on top. “There’s also light posts in the park he made too.”
“Any of your creations in there?”
He shakes his head, “My brother has a few things, but I mainly focus on the farrier work. If you see a horse in Hearthway Hollow, you can be assured it’s wearing one of my own handmade shoes,” he says this proudly.
“You like horses?” I ask.
His smile becomes soft and sweet. “I used to want to race horses when I was a kid. But when I hit my growth spurt that all became a distant dream. You don’t see many six foot, two hundred pound jockeys in the world.”
“There’s always time for a first.”
Finn laughs and his smile beams down upon me. “I eventually figured it wouldn’t have been the best for me. I found my calling, and I’m happy with my work and where I’m at. Not many people get to say that either.”
We walk in silence for a little bit after that. Eventually we come to a fork in the path and the streelamps all begint to turn on.
“That offer for dinner still stands,” he says. “Whenever you’re ready.”
“Soon,” I say with a nod. “Hopefully, if things work out well.”
“I’m sure they will.”
That evening I leave the bag of varied cinnamon candies on his gate with another note. “I still hope that this will suffice. I’m not much of a hunter, I’m more a cuddler.” It still sounds stupid no matter how many time I run it through my head.
The next night I leave another goodie bag for him. Followed by a homemade cake the next night. I feel like I’m running out of ideas of what to give him, but the night of the scenting it coming up faster than I care to admit.
The scenting part of the ritual is the part where the intended give their answer. If they agree, then the were will scent them, rubbing up on them and leaving their mark for the world to know that they will indeed become a couple.
I’m extremely nervous about this. After hearing the story about Finn being rejected, I’ve been worried he will not accept. I also fear what he will do when he realizes it’s me, will he be happy? Disappointed? There is so much to be worried over I can’t keep my mind straight.
But the evening does come, and when it does I tremble up the path to his house. To my surprise, I find the iron gate open. I swallow hard and make my way slowly onto his porch. As I stand there I look around, wondering if the gate was a mistake. Maybe I should close it and leave?
“I’m here.”
I look up from my hands and see Finn stepping out of the door. He has on an apron, and his hair and pulled back into a bun. I just look at him, even though I’m shifted he’s still taller than me.
“Wow, you’re so fluffy.” Come up close to me and holds out his hand. “Are you hungry? I made us dinner.”
“D-do you not want me to scent you?” I’m shaking and afraid to take his hand that he night notice.
Finn takes my hand. “I’ve been promising you dinner for a long time. I figured you’d be more comfortable on a full stomach.”
I clutch his hand. “You knew?”
Finn takes me inside, and the scent of him all around me makes my head spin. His place is small, but it’s all very neat and cute. The kitchen, dining room, and living area are all one, and there is a loft for his bedroom. Everything is natural wood and wrought iron. Above his door there is a rather large horseshoe.
“You beat me to the punch.” He says softly. “I was going to court you, and then-” he chuckles, sounding shy. “Well, I was very surprised by what I found.”
I duck my head down. “I’m sorry.”
“No! Don’t be.” He places his hands on my shoulders. “I was really happy.” He places his hand under my chin. “I’m glad you’re here now. If you want, get comfortable. You can shift back if you’d like.”
I shake my head. “I don’t have any clothes with me.”
That’s when his cheeks redden. He clears his throat. “Well, uhm…how about this.” He goes into a room behind the kitchen and comes out with clean clothes. “Here’s one of my shirts and some pajama bottoms.”
“You sure?” I ask.
He nods. “Please. I want you to feel welcome here.”
I go into the bathroom and change. The shirt is a tight fit, and the pants are way too long so I roll them up. I take a deep breath, steadying myself. I was wearing his clothes! I breathed in the shirt, shivering as his scent and detergent mingled together. I looked around his bathroom, seeing the things I bought him placed about.
I stepped out of the bathroom, keeping my arms cross since I didn’t have my bra. Finn was setting the table and pouring wine.
“This look since,” I still sound nervous.
“I hope so.” Finn pulls out my chair for me. “It’s not much, and I’m not the best cook in the world. But my mom made sure I knew how to cook fish.”
“I’m not the biggest fan if I’m honest, but if you made it, I’ll try it.” I fidget in my seat as he sets down a plate. The salmon is bright pink and it actually smells really good. On the side there are some vegetables as well as a huge baked potato.
“This looks wonderful.” I take a fork and try a but of the salmon while he watches. It’s really good. I’ve never had fish that didn’t overwhelm with fishyness, or wasn’t in stick form. “It tastes wonderful too!”
He sighs with relief and undoes his hair, letting it all fall down around his shoulders and back. He scoops it up and away from his face, showing off not just his hand and arm, but his beautiful jawline. “I’m glad. I was a bit nervous. I haven’t cooked for anybody in ages.”
I wonder if that girl was the last one he cooked for. I sample the wine then go back to picking at my plate. I felt nervous to eat in front of him.
“You know,” he says softly, “I have been tempted all this time to just tell you to not worry about the ritual, and instead just fling myself at you.” He laughs shyly and his cheeks darken. “But I wanted you to be able to experience this too.” He looks at me with soft eyes. Those baby blues are almost too much for me. “I never got to finish the courtship ritual I did years ago.”
I gulp down a mouthful of wine. “Shauna mentioned something about that.”
“It wasn’t meant to be,” he sighs. “The timing wasn’t right. I was supposed to be patient.” He reaches out over the table and takes my hand. “When I met you, the air changed.”
My heart is like an angry jack rabbit, just pounding away at my bones and muscle. I can barely catch a breath.
“You don’t need to scent me, Aysel. There’s no one else I would rather be with.” He kisses my knuckles and I spill my wine. “Here, let me get a towel.”
“Sorry! Your shirt-” I try to dab with a napkin.
“Hey, it’s white wine, no worries.” He comes back with a cloth and wipes up the table. He’s so close now, so very, very close. “There we go.” He looks at me and our eyes lock. I forget how to breathe and I just close my eyes.
His beard is rough, but his kiss isn’t. His lips are soft and warm and his fingers brush through my hair while his palm rests on my chubby cheek. His lips move to my cheek, my neck, his teeth gently nibble my ear until I am a swooning cocktail of anxiety and hormones.
“You’re shaking,” he whispers.
“I’m sorry,” my voice warbles.
“It’s okay.” He kisses softly again. “How about I tell you that story? Maybe it’ll help make you feel comfortable.”
I nod and take hold of his hand. He leads me up to his loft where his bed is. We lay down on it and I hug onto one of his pillows. Above us, there are great big windows that look out into the night sky. The stars shine bright and the moon is almost full.
“There’s a legend in my family, about the origin of the werewolf,” he starts out softly. “My father used to tell it to us all the time, and it used to terrify me. But, a long time ago, there was a father and son who were vikings. They were very powerful and were feared far and wide for their violence and mercilessness. That didn’t satisfy them though, for they felt they had too much humanity. They wanted to be monsters, to be able to cause as much fear and terror without a care in the world. They were truly evil people.
“So one day, they got their wish granted. On full moons they were able to shed their humanity and wear the coat of a beast instead. They could kill and terrorize without a whim of guilt or mercy.”
“That is awful,” I murmur.
Finn rolls onto his side to look at me. “I used to think as a child that we were still evil. That because of that father and son, we were all doomed to shed our humanity. I never wanted to shift, I didn’t want to hurt anybody. But my father told me, that despite the legends, and the fear of the evil within us, we at least have that fear. In the story, they had no fear, and because of that, they lost what made them human.”
His hand touches my cheek. “As long as we hold onto that, we will not become monsters like them.”
I nuzzle into his palm, slowly releasing the pillow between us. Finn moves in closer, kissing me again. His body is so big and warm, I wonder if I’ll even be able to hold him. I look up into his eyes, those beautiful blue eyes.
“Don’t be nervous,” he whispers. “I’ll take over the ritual from here.” He pulls off his shirt, letting me gaze in wonder at his hairy chest. His hands slip up under my clothes. I shiver at his touch, but I want it all the same. His big hands go over my belly, up my sides. He kisses my neck and cheek. When he finally remove the shirt I quickly cover my chest.
“They’re too big,” I whimper.
“I have pretty big hands,” he offers shyly. “I can hold them for you?”
I laugh softly. “They’re not cute.” I slowly move my arms. “They get in the way and they hurt.”
Finn cups them in his hands. He kneads softly and dips down, his hot mouth sinks over a nipple and he sucks. His hands knead and cup, making me blush all over. He then snuggles his head between my breasts. “It’s so soft!”
“You’re embarrassing,” I whimper.
He looks up and his hair falls into his face. “Want me to stop?”
I bite my lip and shake my head.
Finn kisses me, slowly shifting as he does. He gets even bigger as a werewolf, nearly taking up the entire bed. I gaze at him in awe, wondering what a god like this wants with me.
“Aysel,” he whispers. “Is it alright?”
I nod and stretch out my arms, bringing him back down to me. I wrap my arms around his neck, meeting his kiss. His fingers slip down, going between my thighs. He breathes into my ear as he touches me. His own voice changing as his fingers explore deeper.
I find my breath faltering the more I feel him. His fingers rub and dance over me, moving slow at first just to make sure my comfort level doesn’t change. After a while, once his fingers grew wet, his touch became more driven. His voice became snarls and deep moans in my ear. His kisses were harder and hotter.
I was soon holding his waist between my legs, trembling only a little as he took his time. He was quite thick and it took a little time for him to work inside me. He kept a finger on my clit, rubbing as he pushed inside. Each slow push and the roll of his hips I grow a little more sure, a little less anxious.
“Is it okay?” He whispers. “I’m not hurting you am I?”
“Come closer.” I open up my arms and fold them around him. I press my body close to his chest and breathe a sigh of relief. His hips move and I feel him flush against my hips. “Move, please,” I whine.
“Off or?” His voice comes off nervous.
I shake my head. “Your hips.”
He breathes and does as I ask. His hips move slow, but I can feel that he’s holding back. I urge him to move faster, but it takes some convincing. Once he lets go a little I start to release my voice. I moan and sigh, arching my back. Finn goes harder, hitting my head against the headboard a little, but I’ve long since forgotten I even had a head.
The world is spinning and bucking and all I can do is hold on to Finn. There are earthquakes all around me, but I don’t care. I pull him closer, I hear my own voice rise and crash like the earth around us. His body quivers and mountain form. His howls break the moon and form new oceans.
I collapse in this new earth we’ve created with our bodies. We form new valleys, new meadows, as he lays with me, I fade off into the trees and grass. My body cools as it rains over the prairies.
The sound of rain does wake me, and looking up through the windows I see it running down the glass. I relax in bed, content and jelly like below the waist. Finn’s leg wrapped around mine tugs and he pulls himself closer. He lays his head on my chest, all that beautiful hair spilled out along my skin.
“Are you awake?” He whispers.
“I’m not sure.” I run my fingers through his hair, along his scalp, down his neck. “I still feel like I’m dreaming.”
Finn lifts his head to kiss me. “How about I make us some coffee?”
I smile at him. “Okay.”
He rises from the bed and stretches, giving me the best morning show of my life. He looks back at me with a wink and a smile. “Still dreaming?”
“I never dreamed anything this good.”
He gets back in bed, kissing me and hugging me. “Coffee can wait. I don’t want to get up yet.” He pulls the blanket back over us. “Today calls for a very long morning.”
I hold his face between my hands. How did I get so lucky? I must be dreaming. If so, I’m never waking up again. “Is that usually how a scenting goes?”
Finn grins from ear to ear and shrugs. “If you want it to.”
