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                                                                                                                "When we met, she dropped her picnic basket. I gave her a good start. “I apologize,” I said, shaking my head. “I have a habit of sort of pouncing out of the forest when I happen upon someone.” This was no happenstance, I’d seen her before. Usually carrying a book as I try to glimpse her face under that hood, hoping for a sprig of hair to break free. “That’s a lovely cloak you’ve got there. Absolutely beautiful shade of red”.
“Thank you,” she said, doing a half twirl. Then she remembered herself and hefted her basket from the ground, saying, “I have to be going home, it’s getting late”.
“I’ll walk you.” I said, catching up to her. “That basket looks heavy. Please, allow me.”
“Thank you,” she said, letting me take it from her. My feet fell in line next to hers and we walked. “You can’t be too careful out here,” I said, “The night time woods are frozen and laden with danger.”
“I’m a grown woman, I can take care of myself,” she assured me.
“I’m sure you can,” I replied, nodding, “I’m certain of it”. Snow had begun to fall, softly through the wood, that patient snow that has no desire to hurry to the ground. Tiny, drifting, icy feathers surrounded us. I noticed that her hood had come askew, from when she jumped back, startled. I stepped in front of her, making her stop, sharply. Her hand shot out, reflexively, to stop herself from falling, and landed in the middle of my chest. I straightened her hood and I pulled it, snugly, about her head. I only took half a moment to look at her face, but that’s all it took to sear it into my mind. That close, I knew I was blocking out everything else, I was all she could see. "My, but you’re a big one", she said, removing her lingering hand from the heat I radiate. I couldn’t help but smell her. I resumed walking alongside her in silence for a while.
She cracked open the quiet by saying, “I’ve… heard rumors about you”.
“Ah, yes. Let me guess. Big and bad, right?”.
“Well… yes”.
I just nodded. The snow began to lose patience as her cottage came into view.
“You don’t seem so bad to me”, she ventured.
That made me chuckle. “No, no, I’m bad”.
“You seem kindly and polite. Is that a ruse?”.
“Being a feral beast is no excuse for poor manners,” I told her.
We arrived at her home. “Thank you for walking me home and carrying my basket”.
“Seeing you home, safely, was my genuine pleasure”, I said to her and set down her basket as we reached the door. "I need to get inside and warm up with some tea,“ she said, facing me. “I would invite you in, but it doesn’t seem wise. I mean… you being bad and all”.
“I would agree that it would not seem the least bit wise. I surely wouldn’t advise it. Regardless of how much I love a good cup of tea”.
She looked at my chest, where she had placed her hand, earlier, her eyes slowly moving upward. “My, what big shoulders you have”, she said and gave a quick shake of her head, as though she were trying to knock something out of it. “I should go”, she said, but didn’t move to go inside.
“Indeed you should. Lock your door, be safe. Sleep well, little one”.
She opened the door and slipped inside. She smiled as she closed the door, then I heard the latch, locking it. I softly leaned my head against the door and allowed myself a sigh. I turned away, heading back toward the thick forest.
I heard the latch being pulled back and the door opened. She stood at the threshold. "It gets so very cold at night. I’d hate to think of you suffering. Even if you are bad”.
I smiled, “I’ll be just fine out here. Really. Undoubtedly fine”.
“I think… I think if you were so bad, I’d be more afraid of you. I’m not so afraid of you”.
I drew very close, very swiftly, “but you are. I smelled it on you. I still smell it on you. It smells good”.
Her cheeks were reddening, she was trying to keep her breath even. “If I’m so afraid,” she asked, with only a slight tremor, “then why would I consider inviting you in?”.
We were breath to breath. “Because you want to know, little one. Because you want to know the rest”.
“I shouldn’t”, she whispered. I could only nod. She looked inebriated, flushed face and eyes half-lidded. I wondered if she could sense my inner chains, restraining me, if she could hear me howl as I thrashed against them.
“If I invite you in… you seem nice enough…”.
“I am not”
“What would happen”?
I was near enough to taste her. “If you invite me in, you’ll see why you shouldn’t have”.
“I want..,” she had to swallow.
“What do you want, little one?”, my lips at her ear, because I could only afford her a whisper, “tell me”.
“I want…” she closed her eyes, “I want you to come inside”.
“Yes, little one, I will”, I said as I stepped through the doorway with her. I could feel my chains fall away as I shut the door behind me, and locked it."                                                                                Written by Batmancake69

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