writing_shadows

Posted with permission by the author, Adam Ottaway, following from Part 1.

He rises from deep slumber to that fuzzy not-quite-sleepy state. His head feels two sizes too small and he buries the not-quite-hungover sensation as he realises that his whole body feels different.

He moves his leg to examine how far this strange feeling spreads, but it meets the warm, soft shape of someone else. He smiles, his eyes still scrunched up as he process the sensory data.

His hand follows his leg and then runs over the female form next to him. Odd, her skin feels smooth, yet rough. He moves it higher, up the thigh and over the hips and discovers actual flesh. His hand doesn't stop there, stroking the stomach of the woman next to him. She murmurs and takes his hand in hers. Warm, loving hands.

"You're feeling playful this morning, duck."

He nuzzles in as she.... duck?

Duck?

Duck!

Fuck!

Wulf sits bolt upright instantly sober.

He's going to fucking kill me!

Wulf bolts for the bathroom, hoping to escape via the window before the fiancee returns but stops as he catches sight of the mirror.

He slowly turns, placing his hands on the sink as he moves his head closer to the bearded reflection in front of him.

No, this isn't right...

How long he's there he doesn't know, but suddenly Matron is there, holding him tight and kissing his cheek. She looks at the reflection.

"Is everything alright duck?"

Wulf doesn't reply, dumbstruck as he watches Matron kiss Janos in the mirror...