(F/F, wolf and possum) Not Quite Ready Yet
They're three dates in and Sandra is head-over-heels for this wolf... so why is she being so fearful?
Sandra had been waiting in the park for so long, she was starting to think she'd been stood up. But at long last, she saw the wolf's hulking form burst out of a truck. A smile rose to her face. She couldn't help herself. A smile rose to her face every single time she saw her, even the first time, when Sandra had come into the shop to get her car fixed.
"I am so, so sorry!" Morgan called, almost tripping over a tree branch as she ran down the path. As always, her clothes were smeared with black grease - there was even some in her cropped hair, a smear that led along one ear. That ear had a piece missing. From her fighting days, she'd said. Sandra couldn't imagine Morgan fighting anyone.
"It's okay!" Sandra called.
"We had a car pull in at the last second with an oil leak - but never mind. You said carnations are your favorite, right?" Grinning, she held out a white carnation. It looked tiny in her giant paw, and predictably, one of the petals had grease on it. "Makes up for being late, maybe? Here, let me just..."
Sandra laughed, letting Morgan tuck the flower behind her ear. "More than makes up for it," she said. She remembered it was Sandra's favorite. How did she remember?
"Good! Again, I'm so--" Her eyes fell on the basket in Sandra's hands. "Did you pack an entire picnic?"
"Oh, I mean..." Was that too much? Sandra had baked fresh bread and muffins, and brought jam and cheese from the farmer's market, and... yeah, okay, maybe it was a lot for a third date. "I might have gone a little overboard."
"No! No, not at all." Morgan ran a hand through her hair, glancing away bashfully. "I--no one's ever done something like that for me." She laughed, a barking, warm sound. "My carnation seems so small now."
"It's not small!"
"It's a little bit small," Morgan said, grinning. "Okay. Where's this secret hiding spot you promised? Oh, I'll carry that for you."
Sandra's heart fluttered as Morgan took the basket out of her hands, and she almost forgot to start walking. "Um, this way," she said, tucking her long, black hair behind her ear. Her possum tail accidentally brushed Morgan's leg and she could have keeled over on the spot, but the wolf didn't seem to notice. "It's not exactly secret. Secluded might be a better word."
"Hey, secret or secluded--I'd go anywhere with you, buttercup," Morgan said with a wink.
That was it. Sandra was going to faint outright, on the path, surrounded by all this nature. And then Morgan would inevitably do something handsome and heart-melting, like try to carry her, and then Sandra would wake up in Morgan's arms and faint all over again.
...Yeah, she was a little bit smitten. So why was she being such a coward?
Sandra showed her the subtle path through some trees, which led onto the bank of a beautiful, still pond. The water reflected the fluffy clouds in the sky while dragonflies danced over its surface. She'd been coming here on her days off since she moved to the area three years ago. "So what do you think?" she said. "Secret or secluded?"
"It's magical," Morgan said, her eyes alight with joy.
They set up the little blanket Sandra had brought, and she laid out all the foods she'd made and found at the farmer's market, while Morgan gasped at each one with increasing wonder. "You really put a lot of thought into this," she said.
"Sorry," Sandra said, as she set out some little plates. "I'm an overachiever."
"It makes me feel really special, honestly."
Good! Compensation for the fact that Sandra was... being like this.
They ate and talked about Morgan's work. Sandra didn't know a thing about cars, curse her femme nature (and yes, she did like when Morgan opened the jam jar for her), but she loved hearing about them anyway. When Morgan wasn't repairing them, she was collecting them. "I'll take you for a drive sometime," she said. "You, me, the convertible--sound like a plan?"
"Yes, please!" Sandra said, cursing herself for sounding so desperate.
The conversation flowed so naturally that Sandra wondered if they were soulmates. Was that silly? But she'd never spoken so easily before, never shared her secret hiding spot before...
The fluffy clouds turned into a wall of grey, which darkened. "Maybe we should head home before that comes down on us," Morgan said.
"I'm sure it's fine," Sandra said quickly. "Just passing overhead. Want another muffin?"
Because if they finished the date, then there was the expectation--again--that they would kiss goodbye, and Sandra wasn't ready yet.
Why wasn't she ready? She really couldn't say. All she knew was that on their first date, Morgan had leaned in, and Sandra had shied away like a little rabbit and ruined everything. Well...Morgan had still agreed to a second date, and a third, and now was talking about cruising in her convertible. So maybe not everything. And Morgan had said, "Hey, don't worry about it, we can take this slow. Just tell me when you're ready," because she was a gentleman, even though the moment had been right...
A sky's worth of rain poured down upon them.
"Oh, no! Oh, no--ahhhh!" Sandra frantically dumped plates and snacks and foods into the basket, while Morgan laughed joyously and scooped up the blanket.
"Under here!" she said, holding it over Sandra's head. They ran back onto the path, toward a tiny gazebo. "Just a little rain," Morgan said.
"We should have gone," Sandra said. Her hair was soaked, her dress was soaked, and her mascara was definitely running... Morgan looked the same as ever, though.
Morgan shook her head. "A little rain never hurt anyone," she said, chuckling. "Besides, I know I definitely needed the bath, I didn't have time to shower before the..."
Now or never. Now was the moment. Kissing in the rain? What could be more romantic? Well--she was soaking wet and probably looked like a sobbing clown, but--
"You okay?" Morgan said, and Sandra grabbed her by the shirt and kissed her.
The rain poured down around them, and Sandra lost herself in the feel of Morgan's lips, her sharp teeth, her massive paws on Sandra's tiny waist. She had to stand on tiptoe to reach, but Morgan steadied her, gliding her paw downward to grab Sandra's hip and pull her closer. Sandra parted her lips and found the wolf's tongue ready to meet her.
On their first date, it hadn't felt right. But this? There could be nothing more right than this.
They pulled apart slowly.
"Wow," Morgan said, breathless.
"I'm ready now," Sandra said.
"Yeah, I--" She laughed as Sandra bounced up on her tiptoes for another quick smooch. "I can see that."
And suddenly Sandra felt uncertainty sinking into her chest. "Is that--was it okay? Were you ready? Was that too much, too fast--"
"Sandra," Morgan said. She lifted Sandra's chin up with her paw and looked into her eyes. "You are never too much for me. You are exactly enough."
Joy swelled up in her chest. "Let's do it again!"
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