The Kitsune and The Werewolf

The One with Dinner Pt1

Once the first group came in others followed shortly after. They all tossed me a look thinking I shouldn’t be here, which I didn’t mind, they were right. I didn’t want to mimic Claire, I know they would pick me apart if they thought I was being someone I’m not. Instead I settled on distant and uncaring.

The first two asked for a pitcher of beer and paid upfront. The machine was easy enough to work with and I set it up along with their glasses watching them leave. My first happy customers. The next batch lingered at the bar joking around with each other. These wolves treated this place as a second home, and while they certainly didn’t think of me as anything in particular they all seemed to not care that I was there.

After a few hours of standing around my feet started to ache in the heels. I knew I should have switched the illusion around wearing really comfy clothes while having Claire think I was dressed up. I wanted to kick off those shoes more than anything I didn’t think I could take one more second of the pain until I saw him enter the bar.

He wore a tailored suit with sparkling cufflinks. His tie was a solid grey tied perfectly up to his neck. His shoes clicked on the floor as she walked and the sound caused the entire bar to go silent.

No one dared to speak as they watched him march over to the counter making plenty of room for him at the end. “As you were gents.” He shouted allowing them all to turn back to their own ordeals. Even with the order no one turned away as I saw their focus was now on me. I moved down to his station sliding my hands over the bar. “Don’t you look interesting?” He looked me up and down focusing too long on my chest. “Please don’t tell me you’ve been wearing this all night.”

“Don’t worry,” I joked, “Sweatshirt and jeans for those people.”

“So you mean I’m the only one who gets to enjoy the view then?” He stuck his hands in his pockets continuing to admire my physique.

“Sure, think of it like that, but keep it up I’ll be sure they see more than you.” Payfully I warned him to back down and just in time. Claire pushed her way through tutting me out from behind the bar.

“You two kids get going.” Turning around someone called after Claire asking for a drink but she threw a devil glare that shut the group right up.

“Thanks Auntie.” Isaac winked, placing a hand on my back leading me away to the back booth.

I would have been lying if I said there wasn’t a spark when I felt the warmth of his hand touching my back. I had to hide my face so he wouldn’t see a slight blush as we sat down.

“I take it Claire held you up most of the day when she found out then?” He sat across from me leaning outward so he could cross his legs sprawling out on his side of the bench.

“Well, she has quite the powerful personality.” I laughed continuing to make sure I took up as little room as possible. “Apparently this is your first date.”

Nodding he tried to dodge the remark but noticed my look of begging for him to give his side of the story, “What is it not yours?”

I laughed a bit louder than I had originally intended but covered my mouth quickly, “I mean no. I’ve had a fair few.”

His eyebrow raised at the thought of someone else possibly touching me, “Did it ever lead to anything?”

“Would I be here if it did?” I had to cut out that dangerous thought from his head before it turned into something more serious, “I was set up on dates. It’s just part of being in my position.”

“What position would that be?” Leaning forward he was glad to finally get some information out of me.

I felt I was succeeding in making him lose some feelings for me, but this feeling kept creeping up in my gut telling me to stop and enjoy myself. I shrugged it off and continued to poke around the truth of my life, “Well you know. I’m a new member of my skulk. Its like a pack, so naturally the males are all interested in getting to know me better.”

“Oh I see.” The realization of how different we were was finally settling in with him. His eyes glossed over and that feeling grew a bit stronger.

Before I could stop myself I spoke again, “Don’t worry though,” what was I doing? Why was I comforting him? “It never turned into something serious. It was more of a meet and greet anyway.”

His smile returned and my feeling withdrew, “So you’re not seeing anyone currently?”

“Of course not.” Once again my voice was louder than it needed to be which seemed to amuse him.

“Well, if you go to them all dressed like that I’m not sure how they could not like you.” he was prodding, and I of course couldn’t seem to control my mouth.

“I looked a bit different, it was always after work, so mostly pantsuits and pencil skirts. You know how it is.”

“Ah yes.” He nodded but his tone was far from serious, “Of course, the usual dating the secretary kind of thing. I think that plot is over played though.”

“Enough about me.” I waved my hand in my face and directed it toward him, “So let’s talk about you.” I rested my elbows on the table laying my head in my hands propping it up pretending to be interested in his life, “What kind of person are you Mr Jaeger?”

“The kind that would appreciate it if you wouldn’t accent that chest of yours if you aren’t planning on seducing me.” He leaned in and his eyes traveled south again fixating on my chest that was now plumb from me pressing my arms together.

Quickly I pulled my arms down ducked my head low wishing that I would be able to use my illusions effectively on him. “Sorry, I really don’t want this to turn into something.”

“No I get it, I always try to look my sexiest when I’m not interested in someone too.”

At that time Claire showed up with a large pitcher of beer, two glasses of water and salads. “Play nice you two.” She warned looking at me in particular. Could she really have known my plan all along.

Isaac didn’t waste any time before pouring himself a large glass downing it quickly before offering me one.

I turned it down but was impressed at how much he could put away and at the speed, “You nervous or something?”

“No more than you I guess.” he took a shorter swig and started on his salad welcoming we to do the same.

“I'm not nervous.” I picked around the fig thinking it just didn’t match at all with what I thought Claire would have in her kitchen. Did she go out and get them while I was serving drinks?

“Oh so you’re not aware then?”

Stopping suddenly I look around, “What do you mean?”

“Well another part of this bond is that I can kind of sense your feelings. I guess you can’t really do the same for me then?” He continued to munch, not caring too much for the fancy lettuce and arugula.

Was I able to feel his emotions? I thought back about how I could tell he was upset from hearing about my other dates. It was just a bout of empathy, nothing I wanted to delve further into. “Do you feel anything else?” Was he also able to tell what I was planning? This mating bond was really starting to become a pain in my ass.