Werewolves and Hunters [JacksAreWild x ClearSight]

[JacksAreWild]

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“Whoa whoa whoa! Hold on, turn it. Turn it. TURN IT! AHHHHHHHH FUCK MY HAND!” Jessie roared as her fingers became smashed between the wall of the stairwell and the couch that her and her brother were trying to haul up it. She nearly dropped her end of the couch…perhaps the only thing keeping her from doing so was the fact that her hand was physically trapped where it was and she had no choice but to hold onto the fabric of the couch. “Ohmyfuckinggod I am going to push you down the stairs later and not even feel bad about it.” The brunette hissed through grit teeth, shooting daggers with her dark eyes straight at her younger brother.

“Sorry! Sorry.” Jackson tried to adjust the couch with his sister, attempting to tilt/turn/roll it so that they could get it around the corner. “Why did you have to pick the third floor anyways? We wouldn’t have this problem if you didn’t want a stupid balcony. Who cares about a balcony anyways? All you can see are the other dumb apartments in the complex.”

“Hey, can you guys quit chit-chatting and hurry up? This thing is heavy.” Anna called up, holding, in her hands, a standing lamp that couldn’t possibly weigh much more than fifteen pounds.

Jessie bit her tongue in order to refrain from shouting several very not nice phrases at her siblings. They were here on their own time anyways, moving her furniture for free…the least she could do was not swear at them for a few hours. So, with a heavy sigh, she adjusted her burden and worked with Jackson to get her unwieldy couch up the last few stairs and into her brand new apartment. Hopefully she’d be staying in this one much longer than she had the last.

For nearly five years she had lived in a little town out west, in the boondocks; her, her family, and her pack. She had liked it there the most out of any place that they had lived, there were lots of forests for hunting and running free. But after a group of hunters had caught wind of them, the small town that they had occupied was no longer safe. The whole lot of them had scattered, deciding to lay low for a while before grouping up again and forming their own version of ‘Little Werewolf Town’. Now it was just her and her siblings in this town (but they each had their own apartments in different complexes), her parents were in the next one over.

It wasn’t fair. She didn’t even eat humans anyways! They tasted like pork. “Gross.” Why was she subjected to the stereotypical image that all werewolves were monsters that ate humans?! ”Racist! Werewolf hunters are fucking racist!”

Jessie liked to protect things. And as irony would have it, the big scary monster actually worked as a police officer, protecting the humans that she was supposed to be ‘eating’. Not like the hunters cared. All they saw was a mangy rabid animal that may or may not rip their arm off and use it as a chew toy.


“Alright! Now all we have to do is put the furniture back together.”

“Nooooooooooo!” Her siblings whined in unison. They were both collapsed on the couch, sweaty, panting, and unwilling to move any further. “Can’t we just break for food? How about you order a pizza or something.” Anna pouted, though Jessie wouldn’t figure out why her sister was tired, she had left all the heavy shit for her and Jackson.

“Fine…fine…wimps.” It wasn’t that her siblings were in poor shape, it was just that Jessie had to maintain her figure as part of her job. A lot of her down time was spent running and lifting weights, the work of such efforts evident on her sleek form, especially now that the sweat on her skin was making her shirt cling to her curvy but toned body. With a sigh, she grabbed her phone and made her way out on to the balcony so that she could make a call to one of the local pizza places and cool down a little bit.

 

[ClearSight]

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Fuck, another day of absolute shit for luck. That was the delusion constantly keeping Leslie right over the poverty line. She made good money but she always blew it all on cards or making bets, she couldn't hold on to a paycheck if she tried. Luckily she was intelligent enough to always have enough to pay her bills and make essential purchases. Then again it could just be that cable and alcohol were more important to her than most things, especially her precious booze. She growled as she fumbled for her keys, barely catching them as they slipped through the grasp of a hand currently in possession of a few plastic grocery bags as well, cursing as her save only led to further frustrations of finding the hole. "I wonder if guys have better luck finding the damn keyhole." She muttered, the satisfying sound of the metal sliding in bringing a grin to her face, "Gotcha fucker."

A twist later and she was in, leaving the keys in the door and rushing over to the counter in order to release the bags with an exaggerated sigh. Nothing was quite as fun as carrying shit up the stairs every day, but at least it gave her some exercise. Not that Leslie was in bad shape, in fact she was toned and in excellent condition, but that was not due to intended effort. She burned a ton of calories, lucky with all the empty calories she could consume, but more than that her day job kept her slim. Being a bodyguard was a real bitch. Still, it beat her old hobby, nothing was worse than being a hunter. Grueling hours, constant moving, dead friends. She had grown tired of that life a long time ago. Now she sat around ignoring the calls from her old hunting buddies and the organization, talking if they showed up but always ending the conversations with her usual charm, which was really just flat out obstinate denial.

Leslie smirked as she popped open a beer on the counter's edge, catching the bottle cap in mid air and tossing it accurately into the trashcan across he kitchen. Only after taking a long sip did she feel truly relaxed, remembering to go back and get her keys out of the door and close it before wandering to the balcony and opening it up, slipping into the outside air and plopping down on a shitty little canvas chair. Ah, yeah that was what she had been looking forward to all day, that and winning big at the tables. At least she would get one.

Leslie was lost in her own mind, leaned back with the occasional sip of the beer and closed eyes. Sure, she was still technically in her work clothes, the suit not being her most comfortable attire, but as soon as she was off the clock buttons were being ripped out of holes and nothing was ever tucked in. So she could still be comfortable without changing, besides the suit was the nicest piece of clothing she owned, professionals had to look good. Comfort, that's all she cared about at the moment though, so much so that she didn't even hear the commotion outside of her apartment, something she should have been so very attentive of in her line of work. She was never exactly the type to take all that shit seriously to begin with, but still.

She noticed well enough when someone walked out onto the balcony beside her's though, and she opened her eyes at the noise, a slow reaction to be sure. By the time her eyes were open she was leaning forward, a smile on her face and more than a thought or two floating around her mind. "Well damn... Looks like I finally got a hot neighbor." She said normally, not louder than normal nor more quiet. It was like that was a perfectly acceptable conversation starter for her and she stood up and leaned against the railing of her balcony, giving the gorgeous woman a thorough inspection. It was not disappointing.

After a moment she propped herself on the railing and smiled, though there was no innocence in her smile, she couldn't exactly pull off innocent, not on purpose. "Now please... Tell me you're the new neighbor, because I'm due for some luck today." She chuckled, extending a hand out immediately, disregarding all the signs that this new neighbor of hers had come out on the balcony for a reason other than meeting her.

 

[JacksAreWild]

”Pizza place… Pizza place… 5 stars for a place called ‘George’s Pizza and Fried Chicken’? Why the hell would I want fried chicken with my pizza… And why the fuck is a Thai restaurant even on this list?!” This was what Jessie hated most about moving: finding where all the good food was. With a soft sigh she continued scrolling through useless review after useless review on her phone, trying to figure out where her and her siblings could order pizza from without getting food poisoning. Even though her attention was focused mostly on her phone, she was still very aware of her surroundings. She heard footsteps, the sound of a balcony door that was not her own sliding open and then closed…and a feminine voice that so crudely decided to utter: Well damn… Looks like I finally got a hot neighbor.

”Really?! Fucking really?!” Dark eyes ripped away from her phone and focused on what appeared to be her neighbor. Jessie observed the other woman with a scrutinizing eye. ”Beer and it’s not even after 5?” Well she was in her work clothes, or what Jessie perceived to be work clothes. ”Handshake so I guess she’s friendly…” Friendly, but incredibly infuriating. Jessie had just spent her day lugging heavy furniture up the stairs and now just wanted to be left alone for some fresh air and some pizza research; the last thing she wanted to do right now was chew this woman out for being a pervert. So, without a word, Jessie simply turned around and went back inside, shutting the door behind her.

“What’s the matter?” As her twin, Jackson always knew what was bothering her, even when Jessie was trying very hard to not show her irritation at her very crude next door neighbor.

“Nothing…just skeevy neighbor-”

“What?!” Jackson interrupted. The thought of some human male saying inappropriate things to his sister gave him the strength to get up off of the couch and head towards the door. “Which way he? I’m going to go kick his ass.”

“Her ass is in the apartment to the left.” Jessie couldn’t help the way her lips twitched into a smile at her sibling’s protectiveness. “Just leave the human alone, it’s not a big deal.”

Jackson seemed to relax, he wasn’t the kind of man that would dare hit a woman, even if it was in order to defend his sister’s honor. And Jessie bit the bullet and turned on the air conditioner, because apparently leaving her large sliding glass door open or standing on the balcony to cool off was not going to be an option. And then she headed towards her bedroom, somewhere quiet that she could order some of that fried chicken and pizza from.

 

[ClearSight]

Leslie grinned as she awaited some response, anything. She liked the way people reacted to her forwardness, it was entertaining. This particular specimen, and such a gorgeous one at that, did not have the usual reactions. There was no outrage, disgust, or anger. She simply looked Leslie over and without a single word decided the entire situation was not worth the trouble. It was wonderful! "Oh my... That's just fun." She chuckled, plopping back down into the seat and getting relaxed again. "So the hunt begins." She took another swig, a grin on her face as she thought about how to make her next move. Leslie had a few tools in her arsenal but she didn't think any of them were going to work on someone who didn't even think she was worth the time of day. Yes, it was her fault, she had a personality that took some getting use to and she always tried to shove it down the throats of any girl she found attractive. That didn't mean she was going to give up though, oh no, a next door neighbor was a fun fantasy she had yet to actually do.

After finished her beer Leslie finally rose from the chair, a groan as she stood up, her side killing her from a punch she took earlier that day. Fucking thugs and their desire to rob rich people. Still, she was more irritated by the fact she let some street punk hit her, and he had a broken jaw that attested to that frustration. She healed quick, that and her unrivaled charm were her big selling points. She laughed at herself for such stupid thoughts before going back inside and tossing her now empty beer in the garbage can. It was time to make her mark on the next door neighbor. "That's not the right way to phrase that..." She muttered, shrugging before going over and opening up a rather large cabinet which just happened to be full of liquor. "Hmmm... Not Vodka, that's a bit much for a first meeting outside of Russia... Not Rum either..." She moved a few bottles of her more potent liquors out of the way and reached in the back to the drink she didn't often go for, wine. Not that she didn't enjoy wine, in fact she loved it, but she had never been in to drinking the stuff alone.

She pulled out a nice bottle of red and walked over to the counter, pulling out a corkscrew and popping it open. "Time to impress." She had a habit of talking to herself, most people thought it was weird but a few found it kind of cute, Leslie had long since stopped paying attention to it. She liked speaking her mind anyways, holding something back just wasn't her style, even if it pissed people off.

Leslie hoped her neighbor had finished the phone call she had gone outside to make, if not it would be a bit awkward. She had given her plenty of time by finishing her beer. Besides, she didn't want to wait too long or it would be just as weird and so she took the risk, walking out of her apartment and to the one next to hers, taking a second in front of the door to try to think of something witty, which she couldn't, and then knocking lightly on the door. Hopefully it would be enough to at least get her a word from the absolute beauty who had just moved in. How could it not? Good wine, a winning smile, and work clothes or not Leslie was pretty damn good looking. It never even crossed her mind that the other woman could be straight, though really it was not likely a straight girl would have taken her comment in such a stride to just walk away.

 

[JacksAreWild]

Jessie was used to getting hit on by random people, and she wasn’t going to let her new neighbor totally dampen her mood. The young werewolf was cute and she knew it. Those Latina curves, wild hair, charming smile…few were able to withstand her looks without saying something about them. However, as a werewolf she was very picky about her mates. She’d had only a handful of girlfriends over the years, very few people impressed her, even fewer that started off their encounter with some cheesy or inappropriate pick up lines. Her new neighbor wasn’t going to stand a chance.

As her siblings lounged around in the living room while watching the TV which was propped up on some unpacked boxes, Jessie went ahead and ordered them all some pizza and plenty of protein in the quiet of her bedroom. Then she stood there for a moment, wondering if she should hop in the shower and get cleaned up. ”Probably not… I’ll just get sweaty and gross again when we put the bed and the entertainment center together. Ugh…fuck…tonight is going to be a long night.” Her sensitive ears picked up the sound of footsteps walking down the hallway and stopping right at her door.

“That’s the fastest pizza delivery boy ever.” Jessie joked to her siblings as she came out of her bedroom at the sound of a knock at her door. She waved for her brother to sit down, she was up, this was her place, she’d get the door. Of course when she opened it up only to see her skeevy neighbor standing at the entrance, she sorta wished that she had let Jackson get the door in order to scare her off. “Well…you’re definitely not the pizza guy… Can I help-?“ Her voice trailed off as something underneath of her neighbor’s jacket caught her gaze. Dark eyes flicked to the butt of a pistol in a shoulder holster that became exposed as her neighbor lifted her arm up to show her the wine. “Do you have a concealed carry permit for that thing?” Jessie abruptly asked.

Being a police officer was just one of those things that she couldn’t turn off. Besides, going through a few days of training at her new police precinct had put her on edge about guns. Sure, she was a werewolf, but shoot her in the heart or lung and she’d keel over and die just like a human. In the small town that Jessie had previously lived in, everyone had a gun; but all those people were just farmers and redneck hunters, individuals who may not have the same political views as her, but people who were more or less harmless because they rather shoot at deer than other humans. In the city things were different. There were gang members, drug dealers, independent bodyguards, and every dumbass that had never taken a firearm safety course but thought having a weapon to protect themselves incase of home invasion was a good idea.

 

[ClearSight]

Leslie was all smile when her neighbor opened the door, ready to jump right back in the water and change the negative opinion of her most likely taking shape in this gorgeous creatures mind. Then, for the second time in their two meetings, the newest edition to the building smashed any hope of pleasant beginnings right in the face. Okay, maybe she was partially responsible for the first meeting going awry but still, not even allowing a proper greeting before a grilling was so mean. She just had to tell herself it would be worth it, and hope it got easier once this woman became accustomed to her personality. Fuck, or it could end up like the last bastard who lived next to her, he had been a real piece of shit... She hoped that didn't happen again.

In an effort to avoid yet another troublesome neighbor Leslie was going to give it her all, a decision most certainly bolstered by her ulterior motives. "Shit, I really should have taken this off already." Leslie looked down at it and huffed before looking back up at the observant woman, "Heh, forget sometimes but yeah I have a concealed carry permit. Oh and I have a membership card to Sam's Club because who doesn't like great prices." She grinned and looked her neighbor up and down once more. No mistaking it, she was hot, but that wasn't the real reason she was giving her a once over, not this time. She was curious about her line of work, because while people noticed her gun, only a select few professions went straight to the question of whether or not she had a permit.

"My name is Leslie and this whole getup I'm in is work attire. I'm a bodyguard." She took a deep breath before reaching in and slowly taking the gun out of the holster, taking a hold of it by the barrel, and extending it towards her neighbor. "Want to feel it? Nothing too special, just a Beretta. Have a few more back at my place if you're interested in guns." She nearly added an 'Or me' to that, but she wanted in the door. While the Beretta wasn't truly anything terribly special, it was one hell of a gun. It was a .45 caliber and reliable, which was important in her line of work. Besides, she loved the look of the Px4 Storm. Still, back in her apartment she had the rest of her weapons, including a semi-automatic rifle. All necessities of the job. Then there were the items for hunting, less used but just as well maintained. She wouldn't be showing those off, they would make her seem so very odd.

"Anyways, I just wanted to stop by and see if I couldn't make a better impression." She chuckled, a bit nervously as she shook the bottle of wine in her hand gently. "Brought a pretty nice bottle and want to welcome you to the building. Hoping we can get along." She smiled again, looking past her neighbor for a minute to notice she wasn't alone, wondering if it was family or if perhaps one of them was her lover. She didn't dwell on it though because she had eyes for only one person, the dynamite woman in front of her. Leslie was listening, oh so attention, hoping to get a name and maybe even an invitation inside. She was being charming in her own way and she had a bottle of wine, it would have astounded her if she was sent away or the bottle taken and her not welcomed. It would be a real blow to her pride.

 

[JacksAreWild]

“Jesssssiiieee. It’s not nice to interrogate your neighbors~” Anna sang from her seat on the couch. She knew her sister could be a little off-putting sometimes, and it might be a good idea to remind her that she shouldn’t be so gruff with a member of the gentler sex.

Jessie’s cheeks took on a slight tinge of pink from her little sister’s chastising. But she realized that she must sound like a jackass to her new neighbor that was just trying to be nice. Even if she had been skeevy less than ten minutes ago….

“Sorry. I’m a cop…” Jessie muttered, as though it pained her to apologize for doing something that she perceived to be was right. In her mind she was protecting her family and other civilians by asking if this stranger was a law abiding citizen. Thankfully Leslie indulged her little bit of crazy to the point that she actually withdrew her firearm to let Jessie inspect it. The cop popped out the magazine, checked the chamber to make sure it was empty, and then experimentally pointed it at the wall to test out the pistol a little bit. ”It’s nice…real nice.” Jessie murmured as she stared down the sight. “The only thing I don’t like about it is the weight…I like something a little heavier. I have a Glock 22 for work.” Jessie said as she lowered the gun to be handed back to Leslie. “As well as a Smith and Wesson 1911 and a-“

“Jessie, your mannneerrrsss~”

”Annnnnnaaa, you’re annnoooyiinnggg~” “Right, ah, sorry. Um… Hi, I’m Jessie. Just moved out here from Washington. That’s my twin, Jackson. And my little sister Anna.” Jessie nodded her head over towards her siblings. “So…would you like to come in? Feel free to say no, because my siblings are annoying. But ah, I ordered some pizza and fried chicken. Not the best foods to be paired with such a nice wine. But you’re welcome to come in if you like.”

 

[ClearSight]

Jessie, so that was her name, it was cute. What Leslie was most excited about was the family vibe coming from the girl who had just spoken and Jessie, it meant she had a chance. Sure, she may have had a chance otherwise, but of all the things Leslie was she would not go after a woman in a relationship. Even someone like her had a set of principles. Well most of the time, it was a short list.

Cop, it wasn't a surprising reveal but it was interesting none the less, mainly because that meant Jessie had handcuffs, and a uniform. It made a shiver run up Leslie's spine just thinking about how wonderful that was, though she suppressed the urge to mention either of them and instead just continued watching as Jessie took the gun and began her little inspection. All of Leslie's weapons were well maintained and she was careful in every sense of the word. Her job was to protect people, not exactly the same as a cop because she honestly didn't care who she was protecting, from what, or have any rules about how to do it, but she wasn't in her job to get innocents involved. First and foremost she was a protector, highly trained and still embedded with many of the morals the organization force fed her from a young age.

Leslie holstered her gun when it was handed back and couldn't help but think how run of the mill it was for a cop to carry a Glock. They were nice weapons but Leslie fucking hated them, probably because she didn't hold her grip 'correctly' and if you didn't do that with a Glock you found it uncomfortable and annoying.

She merely smiled at the invitation when it finally came, her goal being obtained at long last and seemingly due to the cute little sister reminding Jessie to be polite. Leslie wouldn't have really been bothered by more gun talk, though she was a bit tired, but food and conversation inside sounded much better than a conversation in the doorway. "Don't mind if I do Jessie, thank you." She walked in and walked over to the siblings, looking at each of them. The sister was a sweetheart, that much had become obvious, but the twin, he was still a mystery. "Hi, nice to meet the both of you." Oh how much easier things would have been without them, because being herself was difficult when around someone's family. It was always more awkward to be flirty and weird in such a situation. Oh well, she could hold back, wouldn't want to get kicked out of the door she barely slipped through to begin with.

 

[JacksAreWild]

Jackson didn’t appear to particularly care for the addition to their little group. But, that was just Jackson. He didn’t really trust strangers and only found comfort in gatherings of people that were like ‘packs’. The young man was a paramedic and volunteer firefighter; he was perfectly at ease with fellow EMS and fire personnel. But as far as newcomers went, his favorite strangers were the ones that were unconscious or unable to talk because acrid smoke inhalation had worn out their vocal cords.

Anna, on the other hand, seemed eager to make her sister a new friend. Jessie would never admit it, but she was very interdependent, and Anna would feel much better if her sister could find a new friend in this building. Anna was pretty, amicably chatty, and upon closer inspection, it became evident that she was young, barely legal. She was starting her freshman year of college at one of the nearby state schools.

When the pizza arrived, food seemed to make Jackson a little less annoyed that there was an outsider whom appeared to be vying for his sister in their group. And Jessie too had opened up a little bit, mostly about her own gun collection though, comparing her favorite weapons with Leslie.

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For the next few days, Jessie and Leslie seemed to be on entirely opposite schedules. When she wasn’t home, Jessie spent a lot of her time over at Jackson’s. The man could handle the stresses of extricating people from a car crash without batting an eye, but he could not cope with the frustration of putting together furniture from a box. In fact, neither could Jessie when Jackson was ‘helping’. His entertainment center alone took two days to build, mostly because Jessie had to get trashed in order to deal with Jackson freaking out about none of the pieces fitting together.

Inevitably the two ended up running into eachother, and this time, Jessie looked a whole hell of a lot different from their first meeting. Moving Day had had Jessie sweaty, her hair wild and curly, and in skin tight clothing that she usually only wore when she was working out. But tonight she was coming home from her shift, still in her neatly pressed uniform. Her hair was pulled back into a tight bun, and there was a bit of make up on her face, no enough for a sexy look, but definitely plenty to make her look put together.

“Hey Leslie. Hope you’re staying out of trouble.” Jessie offered her neighbor a friendly smile as she looked up from trying to get her key in the lock. ”Goddamn door!” There was an underlying note of warning in her voice. Police and bodyguards did not always get a long…especially when those bodyguards worked for drug dealers. Jessie had not asked Leslie who her clients were and she doubted that her neighbor would tell her anyways. But she would hate to have to arrest her.

 

[ClearSight]

The night had gone well enough, Leslie spent some time with her new neighbor and the family she adored so much. It had been obvious from the very beginning, not only in the conversation and attitude Jessie displayed towards her siblings, but how they acted towards her. There was definitely a close relationship between the trio. In fact, the twin Jackson seemed to be in a sour mood that she was crashing on the party. Luckily food helped that and they ended up talking and going on for a good portion of the night. Most of Leslie's night was spent just observing though, enjoying the scene unfolded in front of her and only really talking when someone spoke to her or when she deemed it appropriate. Learning from observation was something Leslie happened to be highly skilled in, and she learned a good deal about all three of them as the night had went on.

Still, everything she learned intrigued her more, and by the time things wrapped up and Leslie had went back to her place, she was simply more interested in Jessie than that first glance. She just wondered if second impression would stick, considering her first little come on had done more harm than anything else.

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It was a few days before Leslie had a chance to see Jessie again. She was sure Jessie was just busy with work because being a cop was no simple job. It was the same with Leslie, she was busy as hell with work, a new client needing some rather serious round the clock protection. Luckily it was one of her nicer assignments, a favor for a friend more than a job she took for the money. It was to protect one of high-societies creme of the crop and his daughter, and she had been a feisty little one. Little had been a bit of an understatement, she was tall, leggy, naughty, and a pain in Leslie's ass. She had a strict no sleeping with the client rule that had come in to effect after the one time she had done so, because as fucking gorgeous as some of her clients were, she wasn't a prostitute and nothing complicated a job more.

So when Leslie's job finally ended she was as horny and frustrated as one could get, a bit on edge, but happy for it to be over and for the hefty payment to be in her account. She was already planning a night of it in fact, a few drinks at a table with cards, chips, and maybe some company if things went well. Damn, that sounded nice, and it was a common choice for the bodyguard when she received payment and had no pending job. Of course she had to be careful, as addicted to losing her money as she was, Leslie was smart enough to keep a nest egg and enough to pay for her lifestyle, because she enjoyed sex and alcohol, as well as basic amenities like a room over her head, as much as she did gambling. Not to mention being a bodyguard generally meant unstable work opportunities, even for someone as in demand as Leslie, there were always dry periods.

Seeing Jessie was a nice little pick me up however, and she smiled over at the woman, in a different suit but a very nice one just like her other, gun holstered underneath the jacket and hair a bit disheveled after a long day. "I'm doing my best" she laughed, giving a slight huff of exhaustion. "Had a real pain in the ass for a client this time, finally over but still, not something I want a repeat of any time soon." She looked down and chuckled gently, taking Jessie's hand in her own and guiding it into the lock easily before stepping back and opening her own door. "I'm going to hop in the shower and then sit back and have a drink. If you want you can join me when you're settled." She looked over and grinned, "God I love a lady in uniform." She chuckled slightly before going inside and closing the door behind her, going to take her shower, running through her head what she was going to do for dinner, both in the situation that Jessie indulged her or left her to sulk and drink extra by herself.

 

[JacksAreWild]

“Hrrrmph. I swear this key is defective sometimes.” Half the time her damn key wouldn’t go into the lock all the way and needed to be jiggled around a little bit. That’s what she got for having an extra set made at Walmart by a 16 year old kid she supposed…

“Um…yeah, sure, why not. A drink sounds great” Winding down with a drink after work was a pretty common occurrence for her. Even though she never really drank more than one or two beers when she was alone at home, she stil felt like an alcoholic for drinking by herself. But tonight she just didn’t have the desire to go out drinking with the other officers in a huge group. If Leslie was offering to be her drinking buddy for a quiet night, it sounded like a good idea to her…even if her neighbor was a bit of a doof. “Dream on.” Jessie smirked slightly and shook her head. ”Hah! Like her and everyone else on this planet doesn’t love a lady in uniform.” Leslie didn’t stand a chance with her anyways. Humans were too unfaithful for Jessie’s tastes. Besides, if Leslie ever found out what she was, she would probably freak out. There was no point in Jessie opening herself up to a romantic relationship with Leslie, but she supposed a friendship wouldn’t hurt.

Once she got into her apartment, she hung up her keys and began unbuttoning her uniform. First thing was first: she needed to get washed up and changed into something more comfortable. ”Shower or bath…” Jessie wondered to herself as she entered the bathroom, studying the shower for a moment. It had been a long time since she had ‘taken care’ of herself. She’d been very busy with the move, getting settled with her new job, switching her sleep schedule around; it had all been so exhausting. But now that she was a little more settled, she could actually enjoy her shower for once. Unfortunately, she hadn’t gotten a chance to replace the shower head with one with detachable head. So it looked like it was going to be a bath night for her. She started up the water and then finished stripping so that she could lower herself into the tub.

“Nnnng, fuck…” Jessie let out a relieved groan as she wriggled into position so that the hot water from the faucet pulsed against her clit. It was like a tongue…almost…as close as she was going to get for now anyways. Dark eyes fluttered shut as Jessie let out a deep breath and relaxed, letting her mind wander.

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”Go get your collar.” Jessie had barely shut the door, and already she was barking orders at her mate, Talia. Some nights, Jessie would come home from work and immediately wish to vent some of her stresses from the day. Bondage had become an outlet for all her frustrations, and it just came easily into her and Talia’s relationship. Talia was a beta, sweet, pliant, obedient. Jessie was an alpha, strong, dominant and protective.

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Oh how she missed Talia. [/i]”Fucking hunters…[/i] If it weren’t for them she would probably still be with her most favorite beta. But having to scatter themselves all over America in order to avoid detection had Jessie knowing that she wouldn’t see her old mate for a very long time, perhaps never again. But she still could at least hold onto her memories. Her memories of how gorgeous Talia looked on her knees. The way those bright blue eyes had looked up at her so adoringly, even if Jessie had had to paddle her rear until she could barely walk straight.

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Jessie lounged lazily on the plush leather couch. Her legs were spread wide, and between those two toned thighs was Talia, her face buried in Jessie’s swollen slit. She was kneeling, her hands cuffed behind her back. And even though it appeared that Talia was behaving, she really wasn’t. She had managed to suckle on Jessie’s clit just right so that the brunette would not be able to last long even if she tried.

“You are going to fucking get it if you make me cum before I want to.” Jessie let out a hiss between clenched teeth. She liked having a lot of orgasms, but she usually preferred to take a little while getting to her first one. Something slow on the build up made her more of a tender Mistress. But apparently Anna had different plans and felt like misbehaving. Rather than back off of that really sensitive spot, she kept swiping her tongue against Jessie’s clit even harder.

With a loud, possessive growl, Jessie’s hand shot out, grabbing a fist full of Talia’s red hair so that she could hold her in place while she ground her sopping wet folds into her beta’s face.

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Jessie bit her bottom lip, trying to suppress a moan, and instead let out a loud whimper of pleasure. Her hips began bucking wildly into the hot water. “Ohhhhh fuck oh fuck oh fuck!” Jessie whined loudly as pleasure abruptly shot through her body. She moaned, louder than she meant to, but unable to stop herself as she kept bucking her hips into the pulsing water, torturing her already tender clit with more stimulation. She panted loudly, trembling as she finally backed up a little bit for a breather.

The bathtub was now filled with quite a bit more water, enough that she could kick herself back with ease so that she was comfortably laying down in the tub. It only took her a little while longer to get enough water so that her aching nipples were covered with some soothing warm water.

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After that refreshing bath and a fresh set of clothes, Jessie felt much better after a long day at the precinct. She went into her fridge and grabbed a fresh 6 pack of bottled beer, one that was a mixture of various, delicious microbrews. With that in hand, she headed out the door and over to Leslie’s. It was only fair for her to bring something over to drink, especially when Leslie had brought her some wine last time.

 

[ClearSight]

Jessie's little comeback of sorts was quite refreshing, much better than her getting angry or walking inside without a word. That on top of her agreeing to come over was more than enough reason for Leslie to get her hopes up, at least a little. Not that she assumed her moves would be so smooth and personality so charming that Jessie would fall in bed, but she did think they would have some fun, that was all but assured. So she went inside her apartment and tossed off her clothes. She was always tempted to toss them off the moment she walked inside, but more than ever she was dissuaded from doing so, it would be unsightly for company to see such a mess in her living room. Instead she dropped the clothes on her bed and walked from there to her bathroom naked, flipping on the shower and heading back to her kitchen while the water warmed up, something she didn't need to do but had become a habit from her childhood. The place she lived had the absolute shittiest water heater.

By the time Leslie returned the water was hot and steam was awaiting to embrace her the moment she stepped inside. Instantly her body relaxed, a sigh escaping her lips as she stepped her tired body into the water. It was heavenly and her hands extended out, keeping her balanced against the wall as she pushed her head under the water and just let it wash over her. Leslie was beautiful, but far from perfect after living so long in her profession. At this point she had scars in various places, several bullet scars, only one that was terribly obvious as the others had been small or long since healed. She had various knife wounds, most of which hadn't scared but one particular spot right in her stomach was a constant reminded of what happened when she let her guard down. One hand reached down and stroked the flesh. She was one of the lucky ones. A lot of her friends had much worse, though these were not bodyguard friends but hunters.

Leslie was motionless, buried deep in thought under the water, and only snapped out of it by the most curious of noises. Her eyes lit up and the switch was flipped from thoughtful to excited in an instant. "Oh my..." She smirked, removing her head from the water and listening intently as it got louder. Leslie bit her lower lip, grinning, "Such a naughty little officer." She giggled, hand going down and fingers playing at her own sex as Leslie listened, so very tempted to let those wonderful noises be the inspiration for an orgasm all her own. She was horny after all, being played with and teased by a sexy little rich girl could do that. She didn't though, there would be no time to get herself off if Jessie decided to come over too quick, and if she were to be interrupted she would be irritable and that just wouldn't do.

So with a huff she retracted her fingers and reached for the soap, making quick work of washing any grime or sweat away and hopping out all nice and clean. It didn't take her long to toss on some jeans and a white t, nothing more than lounging clothes. Hell she only put on a bra because she was going to have company. With that she went back to her living room, leaving her gun in her bedroom, though she had a feeling the subject of weaponry would come up at some point.

The knock at the door was perfectly timed, Leslie had just finished touching up the living room she had been away from for days and pulling out cold beers from the fridge, leaving the more powerful stuff put away for the time being. She sat the drinks down on the table in front of her couch before going over and opening the door, her hair still a bit damp from the shower and a welcoming smile on her face. "Come on in Jessie, forgive the slight mess, I've haven't even been home in a few days" She laughed gently but really her place was tidy by most definitions. Leslie didn't have much that could clutter a place and more than that she was a clean person, even if where she wanted to toss her clothes was never the appropriate place.

The apartment itself wasn't anything special. She had a nice leather couch, big enough for 3 or 4 people, and it took up most of the room. It was so damn comfortable though, she couldn't resist buying it even if it was probably a tad too big for the place she had. In front of that was a long coffee table. There was an entertainment system adjacent to the couch as well but she never really watched it, if anything it was background noise. The rest of the room itself was pretty bare, a small little table in the corner, a lamp, a few books and magazines but nothing out of the ordinary at all.

After a moment, and Leslie running through the options in her head, she walked over and leaned against the back of the couch. "You hungry? I was going to order some Chinese food or something." Being a host was hard. She was hungry, starving in fact, but offering Jessie Chinese seemed so lame. If she had been home and shopping she could have shown off a bit, because nothing was more romantic that a home cooked meal. Leslie could see it now, not just the meal but her knife skills had a chance of impressing a woman like Jessie. Oh well, Chinese would have to do or her stomach would start complaining.

 

[JacksAreWild]

“Heh, great minds think alike.” Jessie said as she noticed the beers that Leslie had pulled out, and offered up her own to be put in the fridge in their place. If the night lasted long enough, they’d definitely end up drinking through the whole pack.

“Nice place…” Jessie’s voice trailed off. The sight of the leather couch in the living room made the cop pause for just a moment. It looked just like the one that her and Talia used to have… ”God, I fucking miss that couch.” Well, she missed the couch, as well as her old mate. She had given the couch to Talia when they had split, it was just too big for Jessie’s new apartment. Plus she didn’t want to be reminded of all the very naughty things that she had done to Talia on that couch, especially since she was living a life of self-imposed celibacy. Jessie shook her head the slightest bit, trying to clear out the image that had taken up residence, one that included her lounging on the couch, tugging on the leash of her old pet to make her come lay with her.

Leslie was cute, there was no doubt about that. Looking sharp in her suit or in something more casual like the outfit she had on now, Jessie couldn’t help but admire her body for a moment. The other female would make such a lovely new pet… ”No! Come on… You’re only looking because you’re horny…” It was true, Jessie was insanely horny. Lives of celibacy were hard, she didn’t know how the hell people of the cloth did it.

“Chinese? Haven’t had that in forever. Sounds good to me.” ”Alright, time to get back to reality.”] Really Jessie didn’t eat out much. Pizza and wings were her only vice, and even then if she ordered it more than once a week it was a lot. But right now she was starving and didn’t want to wait, Chinese was always one of those things that only took fifteen minutes. “I’ll take an order of General Tso’s.” She said as she pulled out her wallet to throw down some cash that would cover it.

 

[ClearSight]

Damn, for once Leslie felt a tad nervous, Jessie wasn't exactly her usual target. She simply seemed more calm and collected than those who usually found their way into her place, though admittedly this was one of the first times she was simply hanging out with a woman at her place. She had friends, but most of them were males, and almost all of them were hunters or other bodyguards. As far as female friends went Leslie didn't make many. It was either she tried to sleep with them, and often succeeded in having her way but ruining any chance of a legitimate friendship, or she couldn't stand them. Women could be so damn annoying, especially the fragile whinny ones who never seemed to have any serious problem aside from a guy or girl not being fond of them. Jessie was a bit different in all of those regards. She wasn't look to for a quick fling, that much had been obvious from that first night they met. She wasn't fragile either and easy to be around was for sure. Still, it didn't stop Leslie's mind from jumping right to all the fun things she could do to the stunning woman.

"Make yourself at home, I'll get to ordering the food so the party can really start." She chuckled, trying to keep hold of her imagination but failing miserably as she remembered the moaning that had been so sweet to the ears not long ago. Still, Leslie was a pervert at heart so having such images in her head didn't slow her down, instead it motivated her to grab the phone and get to ordering. So that's what she did, getting the General Tso's for Jessie and ordering herself Spicy Chicken and two egg rolls, because nothing was quite as tasty as that deep fried log of unhealthy to her. Leslie had always been a bad eater, and if she didn't cook for herself it was a buffet of fried, heavy, delicious foods.

When she got off the phone she wandered over to the couch and plopped down, looking over at Leslie and patting the seat next to her. "Take a load off, not sure how the last few days have treated you but personally I'm ready to relax." She was trying to be friendly, but above all she was doing her best to avoid flirting right out of the gate. Whether they slept together or not, something she would love but had more than a few doubts would be happening, Leslie was going to flirt. The bodyguard's personality was simply that of a perv, and while she was going to be herself she knew letting Jessie get use to it would be better than laying it on thick from the start. She needed to dig the roots of her adorable and fun nature in before revealing the sporadic playfulness that lay beneath.

That being the point she grabbed a beer and opened it up, using the bottle opener always laying on the coffee table, which served more as a liquor table than coffee table, a ridiculous joke she dare not speak aloud but that made her chuckle slightly just thinking about it. She put the beer on the table and grabbed another, leaving the first for Jessie before opening her own, immediately taking a swig as she leaned back into the couch, "Ah, hell yeah that's what I needed." She looked over at Jessie and grinned, "Come on, take a seat. I usually don't bite~" Fuck, so much for not being flirty from the start. Maybe it was impossible, though this time it had been mild enough. She pat the seat next to her once more to make her point before taking another sip and letting one arm lay over the back of the leather sofa, turning her body just a bit so she could properly talk to Jessie when she took a seat.

 

[JacksAreWild]

Jessie let her eyes roam around Leslie’s apartment as the other woman went to the task about ordering her food. There wasn’t really much of anything laying about. The lack of character to the place led her to assume that Leslie either didn’t spend that much time at home or was a bit of a boring person outside of work. Though, the same could probably be said about Jessie. Her apartment had little clutter and was quite bare, offering very little information to her personality. The only things of real interest in her home were hidden away in the trunk in her closet and her gun locker.

“Heh, the last few days have been boring... Just been doing orientation down at the precinct. It’ll be a week or so before they put me on the street. Though, by the looks of you, maybe it's a good thing that I'm stuck in the office and not on the front lines." Jessie joked. Leslie did look a little worse for the wear, even after her shower. But in reality, the cop envied her. Going through orientation was boring as hell and she really did miss the action of being a beat cop, even if it was exhausting. Jessie could agree that the day had been long and a beer was in order. The brunette grabbed herself a drink and plopped down onto the couch, just outside of Leslie's outstretched arm.

“Look… Leslie, I’m sure you’re a sweetheart. But ah…” ”Fuck, this is awkward.” It had been so long since Jessie had been hit on that she wasn’t 100% certain that was what was happening. But she was sure enough to want to make sure that Leslie wasn’t going to get any ideas. Better to extinguish any glimmer of flirting now before it turned into a raging fire of meaningless sex. “Before you start thinking that you’re going to be biting anything, I just want you to know that I'm not really looking for anything like that.” There, she said it, probably a little too fast, but it was still clear. Part of Jessie was tempted to explain why she didn't want to pursue anything, most of it stemming from the fact that she had gotten out of a very serious relationship, but she didn't want to talk about that right now. She just wanted to relax before the weekend.

"But I am looking for a drinking buddy, as long as you're not a lightweight." Not wishing to put a damper on their evening together, Jessie thought a little bit of friendly teasing and maybe a few drinking games to see who was the bigger light weight would be a good ways to break the ice.

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The next few months flew by now that Jessie was finally patrolling the streets again. Some of the days felt like they would never end, but thankfully she was getting on well with the other officers if she needed a drink to wind down at the end of the day. And if all else failed, there was always Leslie. Her and Leslie were spending more and more of their free time together. Well, whatever time was spared after one took into account all the time Leslie wasted by sleeping with random women. "Why bother sleeping with anyone if you don't even want them to be your mate?" Perhaps it was because of the animal inside of her, but Jessie just couldn't wrap her mind around fucking a parade of random women. Even though though the werewolf didn’t exactly approve of how promiscuous her new friend was, she didn’t bring it up. Humans were such strange creatures anyways, sleeping with anything that moved, nothing Jessie had to say would make her understand it.

Jessie perceived this infidelity, (or what humans called 'serial monogomy'), as probably the only trait of Leslie's that she could barely stand, to the point that if Leslie brought some stranger home, Jessie would do everything in her power to avoid her. She could deal with her friend's odd sense of humor, flirting, drinking, and her gambling, but the stench of strange perfume and sex that clung to her after one of her dates was not something that she could handle.

This week it seemed like Leslie was on a dry spell, so Jessie had invited her over for some drinks and dinner. She liked having company for dinner, finding it weird to eat alone, and was excited for her friend to come over for some delicious bison steaks with mashed potatoes, as well as some Moscow Mules for drinks on this chilly winter night.

 

[ClearSight]

That first night Leslie and Jessie spent together had made a numerous amount of things clear to her about the sexy policewoman. Mainly it made her aware that Jessie was going to be no easy conquest. In truth Leslie didn't want to think of her as just some conquest, sure she was attracted to the woman, but at the same time she had plenty of women she could call on for a fun night, and so many others in the city to pick up. She never had trouble doing so either and so she didn't lay it on too thick with Jessie. Instead they spend time together without the hidden agenda of Leslie slipping into her pants at the end of the night. It was new and not the type of relationship Leslie normally had with another woman. Instead of trying to drag her into a bed they would drink, have dinner, and talk. The conversation was normal too, about how their day had been, guns and the job, and various other seemingly normal aspects of life. They had become friends, and while Leslie never stopped flirting Jessie seemed to have gotten use to it. That was how it went, they would both work during the day and get together when they had the time, and it was really quite nice.

Not everything had been so magnificent for Leslie. Her job had been one pain in the ass assignment after another and to cope she had started sleeping around more than ever. It wasn't long before she noticed a trend of Jessie being mysteriously gone when she brought a woman home, and with her inflated ego she started thinking it was jealousy. Perhaps that's just what she wanted it to be though, because as time went by she found herself more and more at ease in the times she was with her neighbor. Leslie never felt quite as relaxed and happy as when they drank and had dinner together, and annoying as it was to think about she couldn't entirely shake the idea that she had a touch of feelings for her. That wasn't how Leslie was supposed to be, she didn't quite know what to make of it, but unlike the women she continuously brought home, her time with Leslie always felt short as opposed to long. One-night stands could be overbearing, especially when the woman didn't take the hint the next morning, but every time she parted ways with Jessie she felt disappointed, and not because she wasn't getting laid. She did think about sex too though. Fuck Jessie was gorgeous.

Leslie snapped out of her thoughts when the water in her shower started becoming cold, moving her head out from under it and shaking her head to fling water everywhere and ultimately end up none the more dry. She turned the water off and grabbed the towel, drying herself off as her mind continued to come down from the contemplation on just how she felt about Jessie. She was muttering to herself by the time she stepped out of the shower and trying to get it straight in her head. It wasn't the first time she had let such thoughts invade her mind because she had felt something for Jessie for awhile. Damn, thinks were so confusing.

Instead of dwelling she threw on her clothes, the usual casual clothes for Leslie of jeans and a tight little yellow t-shirt. She was looking rested for once, because as big of a pain in the ass her current assignment was there had been no trouble. So for once she was showing her best. With thought settled and look formed to satisfaction, something she would normally not even think about, Leslie finished getting dressed and headed over to Jessie's, wandering what was in store for their dinner. Leslie had been eating better than ever with Jessie moving in, because while she cooked it was nothing compared to the food the cop could make. She felt completely inferior in that regard and had only cooked for the two of the twice, and both times felt like her dishes were underwhelming when compared to the scrumptious offerings Jessie put forth.

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All of Leslie's predictions had been right on the mark, and by the end of dinner she was leaned back in her chair with a smile on her face. "Oh Jessie, once again you spoil me with a great meal." She laughed gently, afraid if she were any louder her stomach would explode. She took her glass of the alcohol concoction that had been offered to her, though she was already on her third. It had been discovered quickly in their first few nights drinking together, that neither of them was anything close to a lightweight. Jessie knew how to put alcohol away and while Leslie wasn't quite as efficient she couldn't be outdone easily. Still, three drinks with Vodka in them, it was enough to remove that alarm in her head warning her not to say certain things. To be fair she barely had one to begin with so a few beers would have done the same, but she was still on the way to making a fool out of herself, or as the case would have it saying something much more destructive. That was assuming Jessie still thought about her in the same way as she did when they were getting acquainted, wanting nothing with her other than a drinking pal.

It was too late for logic as Leslie leaned forwards, looking into Jessie's eyes as she put her drink down on the table. There was nothing eloquent about to come out of her mouth. "Why won't you sleep with me?" Fuck! Leslie was yelling at herself, inside her head she was cursing and having a conversation with herself about what the fuck she was thinking and how that could be the way to phrase it. Still, even as she hated on herself for being so stupid she continued the inquiry. "I mean, I'm kinda cute, I'm interested in you, and I think you like me a bit even if only as a friend... And I like you... Ah shit." She would have smashed her head into the table if the place wasn't still there, letting not only a thought she would prefer not to share slip out but also her reaction to it. Didn't she look stupid.

She had said it though and with nowhere to escape she just turned her head and avoided the gaze, "You can just ignore that..." She muttered, desperately wishing she had been able to keep her damn mouth shut. She was being ridiculous now and didn't really want to hear Jessie's answer. Obviously there was something unappealing about her and while Leslie was confident, she was also not sure how she could react after hearing the response, if it wasn't for Leslie just to get out and go home.

 

[JacksAreWild]

Jessie loved good protein. Maybe Leslie couldn’t 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 rare…not that charred, well done mess that she had gnawed on for the sake of being polite at Leslie’s. 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 didn’t mind it one but, she liked taking care of people.

“I’m glad you enjoyed it. I haven’t 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 didn’t have a drinking problem, sometimes she just had those nights where beer wouldn’t 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 couldn’t 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 hadn’t 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 space…especially when it came to Leslie. The other woman was gorgeous, Jessie was suffering from her self-imposed celibacy, her lips always looked oh so kissable…it was just best if they kept five feet of distance between them so that Jessie didn’t 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 wolf’s side was just this possessive monstrous beast that wished to bi-- ”Who are you calling a beast?! ”Oh for fuck’s sake…not you again. Usually her human and her wolf sides were in sync…but 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 couldn’t 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 Leslie’s so that she could give it a gentle squeeze while she tried to explain why they were bad for one another. “I just.... I’m not the kind of girl that is just another notch in your bedpost." "Ah fuck...that came out wrong..." "I mean…the longest ‘relationship’ I’ve seen you be in since I’ve moved here lasted two weeks.” ”Alright…come on…think of something nice to say before you hurt her feelings.”

“Look, you’re cute, gorgeous really, and an amazing friend.” ”There, good, nice stuff over.” “But I don’t want to just sleep with you, and I don’t want to have a friends with benefits thing going on. I’m flattered that you like me, but I don’t want to have to worry about someone that I’m dating running around behind my back just because she has an overactive libido.” Jessie furrowed her brow, acutely aware that she wasn’t 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, it’s me, alright? I know it sounds lame. But I’m the dumbass that is old school and likes to do long term, and I don’t 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 weren’t werewolves, and it wouldn’t 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 M&P 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.

 

[ClearSight]

The food had been absolutely delicious, perfectly cooked meat and Bison being something Leslie had never had but had enjoyed thoroughly. Why in the fuck could she not have just talked about that? Food was a perfectly normal topic of conversation when dining with someone, but hell no, oh no, Leslie had to be her usual idiotic self. She had to blurt out stupid shit that either freaked people out or drove them away. She was a genius when it came to awkward moments, and had often done the same thing when she was with the other hunters. She had never confessed to one but she always made things awkward somehow. The more she thought about it the more defeated she felt. She could have talked about work, guns, any fucking thing besides sex and the intention behind it, which for once wasn't a one-night extravaganza. As if it weren't hard enough just to continue sitting there and not run off back to her cozy apartment to hide in a corner, Jessie had to be comforting.

As soon as the hand rested atop her own she glanced up, eyes peering in to Jessie's and Leslie taking to chewing on her lower lip nervously. She gulped as Jessie went through the facts, how Leslie was a frivolous woman and hadn't had a stable relationship in the entirety of their time knowing one another. She couldn't deny it, she slept around, but that didn't mean she was some emotionless doll, she cared for people, just not many. Then she felt a pang of sadness resound through her. As ridiculous and flirty as she could be and as irresponsible and light-hearded as she came off, Leslie was not a cheater. She had never slept with someone while dating another person, she would never do such a thing, and it hurt that Jessie thought she had such little control over her libido. Sure, she loved to fuck, god did she enjoy it. Hell it was one of the three reasons she got up every day, but that didn't mean she was incapable of controlling herself, sleeping around was a choice, and one she made because she was alone and wanted the skinship.

She understood though, or at least she thought she did. Leslie couldn't see her as a serious partner, and she could try and prove she was but it wasn't an overnight thing. That was how she was thinking until Leslie opened up her mouth again and completely smashed through the logical argument she had been making. "What..." Leslie's voice was not the shaky embarrassed heap it would have been if she had spoken a minute ago, it was solid and there was a subtle edge to it. "Wait a minute... So you say all of that crap, try to make me give up in the most definite manner you can, and then say that..." She pulled her hand away, her face a mix of hurt and pissed, though she was pretty damn good at keeping herself from going past that. It was hard to make Leslie angry, she rarely yelled and even then the word threatening would barely even be used to describe her. She preferred to convey her displeasure without threatening others, especially when she believed threats were the tool of cowards and weaklings.

She scoffed, pushing her chair back from the table and debating whether to leave, though she didn't and instead crossed her arms and looked down at the floor to ponder to herself, as odd as ever. When she looked back up she had a puzzled look on her face. "So you don't think I could handle you and yet your worried if you gave me a shot I would be running around behind your back?" She paused for a moment, eyebrow raised as if to question her seriousness. "Let's ignore for a second how hurt I was that you think my penchant for meaningless sex means I'm some kind of untrustworthy cheater. Let's focus on how your little comment makes it sound like you are the one who doesn't think you could handle me. I mean, if my libido is so active you can't keep it in check I guess that means you're the one with some inadequacies." At this point she was grinning stupidly, having already internalized and moved past the rejection and small insults. "Heh, but I guess that's fine, if you can't handle it I understand, not everyone can tame a wild beast.

 

[JacksAreWild]

“Leslie come on! That’s not fair. If you were me, what would you think about you?” It wasn’t that she thought Leslie was an untrustworthy cheater, Jessie trusted Leslie implicitly! Just….not with money, alcohol, or her heart. Her friend had an addictive personality, and Jessie thought it was a fair assumption to think that her friend was addicted to sex and therefore had sort of skewed moral values when it came to fucking.

“You… That’s not what I meant…- I- GRRR!” Jessie growled and huffed. ”No wonder she does not take us seriously, you make us look like the big bad wolf. It took a lot to ruffle her feathers, but apparently insults to how well she could satisfy a woman or tame the ridiculous yappy puppy dog that Leslie surely was in bed were enough to offend her. Plus the taunting voice of her wolf inside her head did not help matters at all.

“The girls you bring home don’t look like… You guys don’t sound like…” Ugh, all these starts to sentences were implying she was looking. Which! She definitely wasn’t…well maybe a little. But she couldn’t help but see Leslie with these scawny little women that she brought home, or hear how they shrieked like banshees when Leslie fucked them. Jessie was loud too, but her voice was a smooth, sexy alto, even when she moaned…not an ear-splitting, overly feminine wail. From what Jessie saw and what she heard, she assumed that Leslie liked to be in charge in the bedroom. If whatever vanilla sex she got up to in the bedroom could constitute as ‘being in charge’. Jessie’s sensitive ears had never picked up any commands from her neighbor’s bedrooms. Dirty talk, yes; orders, no. But how was she supposed to explain that it wasn’t about Leslie’s libido, it was about Leslie’s lack of kink.

“Ugh…you are infuriating sometimes.” Jessie grumbled before she pushed her chair back and stood. “Come on…let me show you something.” It was difficult for her to explain what exactly she had meant by Leslie being unable to handle her. So, her drunken mind rationalized that it may be easier to just show her. Into the spare bedroom/office she went, a seductive sway in her hips that was ½ alcohol, ½ Latina was used to subconsciously lure Leslie, even if she was still mad that Jessie had insinuated that she was a cheater.

Leslie had been in this part of the apartment before, but that had been when Jessie showed her the gun locker in the corner of the closet. The cop had a few interesting pieces, a lot of them very old and handed down from her grandfather. But that wasn’t the only thing that Jessie kept in the closet; now it was time to open up the locked black trunk that was next to the gun locker. She knelt down, not even sure that Leslie was following behind her, but as an Alpha, she just sort of had expected people to obey orders and follow. After several attempts twirling about the combination with inebriated fingers, she finally got it. “Hah!”

Once the trunk was opened, the smell of leather immediately hit Jessie’s nostrils. She moved her body to the side, though was still kneeling down, as if inviting Leslie to come down to her level and inspect the contents of the trunk further. Along the walls and interior lid of trunk were an array of paddles, floggers and canes, as well as a riding crop. Inside contained a pile of wrist and ankle retraints, silken ropes for shibari, ball gags and blindfolds. On the very bottom of the pile appeared to be an outfit: a leather corset with thigh high boots, something that looked as though it were meant to specifically fit Jessie’s lean, but very curvy body. The cop easily had over two thousand dollars of fetish gear just sitting in her closet. And fuck, did that ever need an explanation.

“When I date someone…” Jessie’s voice was quiet, serious, with just the slightest bit of slur to it. “I’m not just picking someone that is going to be a long term partner… I’m also picking someone who is willing to be a sub, someone who is into BDSM, like I am.”

 

[ClearSight]

Leslie's ability to pick up on subtleties as well as her ability to hit right on a nerve had always been useful skills. She could always keep herself in a conversation and that was proving to be the case for this current spat with Jessie. She had managed to twist around the conversation just enough to have the calm and collected cop hugging and growling, which would have been adorable under any other circumstances. In the current situation it was just satisfying, to see that Jessie's calm rejection was turning in to a mess and that Leslie had the ability to get to her. Though none of that was quite as satisfying as the moment the bodyguard realized Jessie had been watching her so closely, listening to her with other women... She was interested. Jessie may not have been aware, if Leslie had to guess the strong woman was probably denying it, but she was looking and that was enough.

"Hehe, yeah I'm a pain in the ass... But I'm touched to know you pay so much attention, it's a lovely revelation." She grinned, tilting her head slightly as Jessie grumbled and stood up. She was curious and a bit confused about what was going on but the amount of giddiness she was currently feeling kept the stupid look on her face as she complied with Jessie's little command and followed her. Part of her wondered if Jessie was going to throw her on the bed in the back, because the way they were headed and the hypnotizing sway of Jessie's hips were giving Leslie so many signals. Then again she was reaching a bit, hoping for what she wanted to happen over what was most likely happening, even if she didn't have the faintest clue of why in the hell she was following Jessie into her spare bedroom.

"Aw, thought we were going to your bed." She pouted gently but watched Jessie as she went down and opened up a black trunk next to her gun locker. Her eyes widened as the contents were revealed and she couldn't help but kneel down next to Jessie and begin looking at everything contained within. "Holy shit Jessie... You're so damn kinky!" She sounded excited as she looked at it all, shivering with a bit of excitement at every toy she had but imagined in her life. Of course her imagination was mainly influenced by porn, but part of her had wondered what it was like to play with all the fantastical items that made up a BDSM collection. Most astonishing was the outfit though and the image of Jessie in that had Leslie chewing her lip and near salivating. "As if cop with handcuffs wasn't fantasy enough..." She muttered, reaching in and letting her fingers feel the leather boots.

After a moment of admiration and Leslie realizing she was staring, she turned and looked at Jessie, a hint of disappointment on her face. "So you're not even willing to give me a shot?" She moved her hands gently towards Jessie face, moving a strand of hair from her cheek and looking in to her gorgeous eyes. "When we first met I'll admit I just wanted to sleep with you, but I've been thinking more mature things recently." She paused and removed her hand, shoving it down in her pocket as she remembered Jessie's personal bubbling thing. "I enjoy being around you and that's new for me with another woman. I know who you are and I like you and more surprisingly, you know who I am and seem to be able to stand being around me. You would be surprised how unusual that is." She chuckled, not really having any problems with being odd. "I would like to think you would realize from knowing me I know restraint. I mean I gamble but I make sure to keep enough for living expenses and a nest egg. I drink but I can go weeks without it when I need to for my job, and have before on longer contracts. The sex thing may be harder to believe... But I'm not some rampant sex addict, I simply enjoy it."

Leslie sighed, leaning against the door frame and looking in to the box again. "Besides... I really like trying new things." She muttered. She then looked over to Jessie. "If you still don't trust me that's fine, I won't get all dramatic and stop hanging out with you. I'm a big girl." There it was, she stopped, expecting an answer she wasn't even sure she wanted.

 

[JacksAreWild]

A blush spread across Jessie’s cheeks at Leslie’s exclamation of her kinkiness. Yeah, she supposed she was pretty kinky. In her defense though, she only had this much gear because it was absolutely necessary! Each tool drew out a different reaction from her sub. And in reality her collection wasn’t that kinky. In the grand scheme of BDSM, her toys were a little more on the vanilla side. Jessie had seen BDSM porn and had done a lot of research about what was available in fetish shops; she knew that her collection could be a hell of a lot kinkier than it already was.

It took a lot of self-control to keep herself from instinctively smacking away Leslie’s hand as she touched her boots. ”Betas beg to lick those boots! And she just touches them like an overeager pup!” ”Be nice…she doesn’t know the rules…” Jessie wasn’t really much for heels… She really was quite the tomboy and on some days she was a bit more on the genderqueer side of the gay spectrum. But there was just something about the authoritative clicking of stilettos against a hard wood floor that made her deal with the discomfort and femininity enough to just suck it up and wear the damned heels.

Seeing the disappointment and hurt on Leslie’s face tugged at the cop’s heartstrings. Would it really be so bad as to sleep with her neighbor? ”Probably, yes, definitely bad.” “How about… I give you a test run.” Bad idea or not, it had been awhile since Jessie had had sex…it was really starting to wear on her nerves. And Leslie was a good friend, a great friend really. But honestly, she still didn’t trust Leslie to take all of this seriously. So rather than just hop straight into bed with her neighbor, Jessie thought a few tests of the other woman’s fidelity were in order. Jessie grinned as an idea popped into her mind. Surely if she could wind Leslie incredibly tight with sexual frustration, she could use that as a test to see if her friend would just break down and have sex with someone else, or soldier on and wait patiently for Jessie to finally decide to fuck her.

“If you can show me you can behave…” Jessie purred as she prowled closer to Leslie, showing the other woman just a glimpse of her confident, dominant side. She only stopped when her arms were on either side of Leslie, making a little cage to contain her in, and breasts had molded against her friend’s, pushing Leslie even harder into the door frame, “I will seriously consider sleeping with you.” The brunette tilted her head up, brushed her lips ever so lightly against Leslie’s, kissing her, but not quite… and then immediately pulled back once she felt Leslie move forward. “But if you can’t behave, then so help me Les, you’re going to be in so much goddamn trouble. And not the good kind either.” Jessie wasn’t pretty when she was angry. She so rarely ever got angry that few even knew what her enraged looked like. But it was in Leslie’s best interest to make her choice now and be certain of it before they went any further.

“Now…I made dinner, you’re up for dishes.” Jessie smiled and moved away from her friend entirely so that she could go ahead and shut her trunk and lock it up again. “And if you want…after those dishes we can snuggle up on the couch and watch a movie.” Usually Jessie sat with ample space between them, mostly because she had found that Leslie’s hands would ‘accidentally’ end up somewhere near her thighs, breasts, or ass whenever they sat close to one another. But tonight, if Leslie really did want her to give her a shot, Jessie would start the slow and painful process of teasing Leslie just to see how faithful she could be under pressure.

 

[ClearSight]

Test run. Leslie wasn't quite sure what to make of that, she wasn't going to say no because it was essentially the very thing she had been trying to get, but at the same time she found herself curious what tests she would have to pass in order to gain Jessie's trust. It was about trust after all, that much had been abundantly clear after the little conversation after dinner. Whatever came next Leslie knew she could handle it, she was after all pretty damn awesome. She had to stifle a small chuckle at that thought, which was made so fucking easy when Jessie purred and moved closer. It was truly like seeing some beast near its prey and there was no trace of amusement on her face, she was observant. It wasn't often she had to be that way either, not off the job, because generally she relaxed and just let things happen. In that moment as Jessie revealed the part of herself Leslie was supposed to be unable to handle the hunter's senses tingled. It was playful, sensual, but there was a subtle hint of dangerous buried beneath the obvious layers.

None of it was what Leslie was use to, the BDSM part wasn't even on her radar of what it was she was worrying about. Well perhaps in a secondary way with how that changed Jessie's actions to the point that she gave off this demanding aura. What was on her mind was just how she was usually the one pinning some gorgeous thing to a wall with her arms and being playful. She had seldom experienced the other side of things, probably because she liked to pounce first. It was different and thus the usual mask of humor and charm she displayed to ease tension was nowhere to be seen. "I can... Behave." It was all she managed to summon forth, almost meek compared the the brashness of her personality on an average basis. What else could she say though? She had asked for the chance, she wanted the chance, and something deep inside her mind told her she didn't want to find out what Jessie's mad side looked like.

Fuck, being toyed with was not as fun on the receiving end of things. Leslie loved to mess with the girls she went after, to play with them until they were soaked and needy little things. She was good at it too, having a certain knack for arousing others and pleasing them, practice and her natural affinity making her spectacular in bed. If she had to rate her skill she would put it right up with how well she could fight, shoot, and drink. Jessie may have been right there with her though, because while Leslie had only heard Jessie playing with herself, the cop had a masterful approach to the seduction side of things, and with skills like that she was either a prodigy of slipping into other women's pants, or she had learned her way around the inner workings of physical intimacy. Either way Leslie was astounded and frankly caught completely off guard.

"Dishes?" Leslie's voice was low and distant, her eyes focusing again and everything coming back to her as Leslie moved away and she escaped the trance that was the stunning Latina. "Oh yeah, I'll go and do those now, sorry." She laughed nervously as she stood up, swallowing hard as the movement made her arousal clear. Fuck, now she really felt like a sex addict, sure it had been a bit since she had gone to pick someone up, but she was reacting pretty damn strong to some light teasing. She reached up and pinched the bridge of her nose, muttering to herself to get it together before being drawn back to Jessie with the incentive being offered for her to get her ass in gear. It was a bit of proof that Jessie was serious about giving her a shot, and an opportunity she wasn't about to miss out on. After all, her hands had been seeking refuge in the curves of Jessie's body since the night they had met.

So she nodded and walked out of the room, rubbing the back of her head as she did and still a bit thrown off by what had just happened. She even paused at one point half way down the hallway and pondered it for a second for huffing and continuing her trek to the table to collect the dirty dishes. With a bit of effort it was done, and Leslie put them all away and dried her hands before moving over and plopping down on the couch. "Her Jessie, what movie are we watching?" she asked, so dazed by the monotony of washing dishes and her constant reminiscing of the lovely side of Jessie she had seen minutes before making her unaware where her neighbor was even at.

 

[JacksAreWild]

”Hah! Still got it. Jessie couldn’t help but allow herself a smug grin the moment Leslie’s back was turned. It had been months since she had been with a woman, truthfully she had been afraid that she’d be out of practice by the time she was ready to start looking for a mate again. But after this little interaction had occurred, her confidence had really boosted. She was excited to see Leslie being such a good little pet in training already. ”Now I’m going to have to get her a collar…” She’d get to work looking for a new leash and collar for her pet after Leslie left. She knew that delivery would take awhile, maybe a couple of weeks for something nice, and that should provide a good time frame for her to arrange a little bit of ‘training’ for Leslie.

And speaking of training…Jessie knew just the movie that they could watch to start tonight with. While Leslie was busy with the dishes, Jessie was occupied looking around her bedroom for her little collection of ‘adult entertainment’ that she owned. Finally she found her stash under her bed and grabbed a DVD that she knew would be a good balance of sex and BDSM.

“Oh, just something I thought would be a little educational.” Jessie replied innocently from the bedroom before getting up and heading out to the living room. She slipped the DVD marked Ariel and Aiden into the player, for all Leslie knew it was going to be a just another cheesey lesbian romantic comedy. Jessie headed over towards the couch, choosing a spot right next to Leslie, and sat down. Leslie was a bit taller than her and usually it didn’t bother Jessie all that much, but tonight was about asserting her dominance. So after Jessie settled in, draping herself over the arm of the couch, she gently tugged Leslie into place laying lightly ontop of her. In this slanted seated position, Jessie got to be the taller one.

Now that they were all settled in, Jessie grabbed the controller from the side table and started the video. It seemed innocent enough…for the first three minutes. After that things escalated quickly, and they were treated to the sight of a buxom blonde taking control of an athletic brunette.

“You’re going to be a good girl and keep your hands to yourself, right?” Jessie had leaned down, breathing the question softly into Leslie’s ear the moment that it became evident that the video they were watching was actually a very dirty porno. Just to make it even harder on Leslie, she pulled her lips back, exposing blunt teeth that immediately began to attack and nibble along the arch of her neighbor’s ear. “I really don’t want to have to send you home for getting too handsy on our first date.” The cop smirked and playfully flicked Leslie’s earlobe with her tongue before she pulled back, gave her friend a chaste kiss to the top of the head, and then settled in for an hour of girl on girl light bondage.

 

[ClearSight]

Leslie hadn't exactly realized doing the dishes was a test because part of her was still in a bit of shock over what it was that she had signed up for. Not regret but a deep thought kind of shock that had her almost mindlessly moving about. Even after she sat down she was still a bit zoned out trying to get it all straight in her mind. On one hand Jessie was a cop, a gorgeous, funny, tough woman who had become quite precious to Leslie. She spent a good deal of time with her, always felt at ease around her, and more than anything enjoyed the companionship. It had driven her thoughts to a relationship and she had made that all clear. On the other hand she had been shot down and had to be charming and genuine just to get a chance at maybe getting considered. She shook her head and sighed gently, "Of course... The biggest pain in the ass ever has to be the one woman worth the trouble." She muttered but was chuckling as she thought the same could be said about her, at least the pain in the ass part.

She did whine a moment later though, ears picking up a word she hated hearing in relation to a movie, educational. "Come on, not some boring documentary, I prefer my movie to be mindless entertainment." She didn't persist with her complaints because in the end it didn't matter what they were watching. All that mattered was that Leslie was going to be cuddled up with Jessie and that sounded wonderful no matter the circumstances. It was a naive belief. It all started well, with Jessie tugging her in so they could cuddle. It felt a bit odd being pulled in, but it was comfortable and she focused on the movie, which had seemed normal for a few minutes. Then all hell broke loose. It was porn, and Leslie gulped as her already wet panties began having new juices added to the soaking mess. "Uhm Jessie..." She was going to question watching porn because behaving was made so much more difficult under such circumstances, but she couldn't.

Before Leslie could say much of anything she was silenced with hot breath and soft voice, coercing her into gently nodding her head, a blush on her cheeks as she remained cuddled up to Jessie. The cop had just made things so much more difficult, and yet the presence she was displaying was enough to keep Leslie from openly questioning her. Her usually grabby hands had settled to resting between clenched thighs, partially due to the order but also because it was convenient to hiding her growing arousal. The nibbling on her ear had been all she could take before letting out the most sensual little moan, her voice sultry and oozing with desire. It had been soft, barely audible for normal ears, but it had been there and Leslie was now so much more self-aware. She felt like Jessie would know everything, hear her raised pulse and smell her lust.

It was the longest hour of Leslie's life. She would take endless stakeouts and torture over having to endure so much. Endure two gorgeous women fucking on the TV in quite the good porno, and she had to try and ignore her inescapable lust after her dry spell. It was only being made about a million times worse with Jessie's masterful teasing. By the end of the movie Leslie hadn't been able to help herself. She had subtly pushed a finger into her jeans, slowly rubbing her sex through the thick fabric, huffing gently but trying to be discreet. It wasn't until the movie was completely over that she stopped, having done nothing but stoke her desires.

Fuck, maybe Jessie was right, she was pathetic when it came to sex, her entire body throbbing after a mere porno. Some of it was Jessie's fault, each word she spoke was laced with seductive intent and followed by teasing that had her feeling a little mad. Leslie didn't know what to say and she didn't move. In fact she snuggled up all the closer to Jessie, barely able to stop her hand from wandering over on to Jessie's thigh. It took real willpower and luckily she had a good deal of that, even if tasking it to stop her libido was a new trick. She was starting to understand just what it meant to be this woman's partner and she was worth every agonizing moment, but that didn't mean Leslie wasn't ready to cum and desperately horny. In the end she could only look up at Jessie and wonder what else she had in store, not sure whether to hope there was more of count her blessings if there were not. "That was a good video..." She nearly mumbled, a bad nervous habit and one followed by her eyes moving to Jessie's kissable lips, Leslie chewing on her own before making eye contact again. Trials were difficult.

 

[JacksAreWild]

Thank God Jessie had seen this movie about a thousand times already. She could probably recite the whole script if she really needed to. It didn’t make the actresses any less gorgeous or the sex scenes any less hot, but having watched the video several times definitely did lessen overall affect it had on her. Her heart rate was a little bit faster, her skin radiated heat and her cheeks were flushed, her eyes seeming even darker with desire. But at least she didn’t have the overwhelming urge to undo the buttons on her jeans and take care of the dull throbbing between her legs. She had more than enough willpower to just wait until it was right before bed. ”Hmmm…maybe if Leslie is really good, I’ll be a little extra loud tonight…” The walls between the apartments were pretty thick, enough to muffle normal conversation, but surely if she allowed herself to be a little louder tonight and didn’t try to hide her moans, Leslie would hear her crying out in ecstasy. Because, after all, the ultimate reward was for Leslie to be the one responsible for bringing Jessie that kind of pleasure, dangling that possibility in her face right before bed should help keep Leslie on the right track tomorrow.

Jessie spent most of the movie affectionately nuzzling at Leslie’s neck or nibbling at her ear. Sometimes she would brush her lips over the other woman’s sensitive flesh, almost kissing her, but not quite. She took a little pity on her friend and didn’t toy with Leslie much more than that though. Jessie knew that it was cruel to make her neighbor sit through this video without touching herself, she wasn’t going to be mean and physically torture her with feather light touches as well.

“I’m glad you liked it.” Jessie smiled and leaned forward to give Leslie a light kiss on the tip of her nose once the video was over. “Mmm I hope you learned a few things from it.” That smile turned into a grin because Jessie was absolutely eager to give Leslie her first new rule as a pet. “And I hoped you learn the most important thing: that pets ask their Mistresses for permission to cum, otherwise they get punished. So from now on, you’re going to be calling me, texting me, or coming over here and begging me to let you take care of yourself.”

“I gotta say Les…I’m actually really impressed.” Yeah, she was going to play dumb and pretend that she hadn’t heard the soft, rhythmic rustling of fabric between Leslie’s legs. Real humans probably wouldn’t have picked up on the noise or increased scent of arousal anyways. And it was best for Jessie to pretend that she was a real human, even if she had to lie. “You behaved so well…maybe this’ll work out after all.” For a moment her dark eyes flicked down to Leslie’s lips, contemplating whether or not she should kiss the other female.

Sometimes BDSM just complicated things…the dominant side of Jessie knew that she should wait, make Leslie suffer a little bit more and reward her tomorrow or the next day. But the part of Jessie that was just a friend with a crush on her next door neighbor made her reach a hand gently under Leslie’s chin to keep her head tilted up. So she made a compromise… Jessie leaned down, soft lips taking Leslie’s in a slow, leisurely kiss, showing off her own self control by keeping the animal heat out of the kiss and keeping it to nothing but the affection and adoration that Jessie had developed for her very odd neighbor over the last few months. As she pulled away, the cop couldn’t resist the temptation of nipping Leslie’s bottom lip, sending a little zing of pain to contrast all the sweetness of their kiss.

“I hate to kick you out…But I have work early in the morning.” Jessie gave Leslie’s shoulder a light squeeze and then nudged her so that she would sit up straight. Sitting cuddled up next to one another for so long had felt absolutely amazing. So amazing in fact that Jessie hadn’t noticed how stiff her muscles had been getting. Now the officer stretched, her shoulders and vertebrae popping softly as she let out a yawn. She really was getting tired. “You want to come over tomorrow night for dinner again?”