Seeing Things by Kater Cheek

Author:Kater Cheek [Cheek, Kater]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

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The next morning, the early autumn light spilled in through the window and awoke me from the half dream in which I lay in Fenwick’s arms. But I was in Fenwick’s arms, wasn’t I? His chest was still pressed against mine. No. Something was not right. Warm breath tickled my ear.

"Fenwick?" Rolling over, I realized that the breath came from the nose of a furry brown bear.

This wasn’t the first time I had woken up with a beast, but every other time had been metaphorical.

A bear. His change night. He turned into a bear.

He looked right, perfect, natural, the way that only wild creatures do. His fur was thick and long enough to dig my fingers in until the brown hairs tickled the back of my hand. He smelled good too; earthy, musky, not unwashed like animals in the zoo. It was like sleeping with a big powerful, sentient dog.

Good thing he had a king sized bed. Fenwick yawned in his sleep, revealing inch-long white daggers in black gums. A real bear, not an illusion. It was awe inspiring. He was a real bear, a real were-bear, with claws and teeth.

I draped myself across his bulk, and let his rising chest lift me. Outside the window, a maple tree’s leaves were beginning to turn the color of flame. The air, blowing in through the screen, had that crisp coolness of early fall which matched the crystalline blue sky. Fenwick slept on, fur tinged golden by the morning light. He was so perfectly beautiful. Why couldn’t this moment last forever? A bear. He shared this with me. He trusted me enough to let me see him as a bear.

"Fenwick? You awake?" Shaking him didn’t wake him. Cold water might, but he had the day off today, he should be allowed to sleep till noon if he wanted to. I yawned, thinking about going in to work early to get an extra cup of chai.

But what about last night? We’d have to talk about this, right? You couldn’t go from just friends to whatever we were without some ground rules. He had a few ballpoint pens and a small yellow notebook in his desk drawer. I pulled them out and went back to the bed, leaning against him as though he were a giant bean bag. I chewed on the end of the pen. What to say?

Fenwick, I want more.

Absolutely true. I stroked my hand down his leg and felt the sharp black claws at the end. He wasn’t even human right now, and I was already wanting more, imagining the next time, wondering if there was going to be one. Last night had been amazing. Had I ever felt so wonderful? Not in years, that was for sure. But still, it made me sound like a shameless hussy. The first note got crumpled and thrown into the garbage.

Are we friends-with-benefits now?

Free thinking modern women were supposed to be okay with that. But what if he really liked me? What

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