As William and Martha Anderson; both in their were-fox fursonas sit down to coffee and Pancakes that Nate made earlier, they stare at their werewolf son who has a big dopey grin on his wolfish face.
“Before you ask,” Nate grinning; “neither of you were home when we had fun.”
“What kind of fun,” William smirking; “as if I didn’t know what you two did last night.”
“Well,” Nate sipping his coffee; “apart from the usual rutting, Jean and I joined Ben and Alex for a catch and release hunt after the were-alert ended. It helped burn off that restless feeling we all had.”
“Ah,” William acknowledging; “and afterwards?”
“A wild moment of passion,” Nate smiles; “then we both slept snuggled next to each other.” Nate finishing his coffee; “and what did you two do?”
“We had a quiet evening with Evan and Maggie Lawson,” Martha chimes in; “that is all.”
“You didn’t run outside and run with exuberance as most other were did,” Nate getting up; “when the alert ended?”
“No,” William answering; “we had dinner and an adult conversation. That was enough fun for us last night. Now go get ready for school.”
As Nate left to head upstairs and get ready, as well as hoping for a kiss or two from Jean before she leaves; William and Martha were enjoying the pancakes their son made, Martha speaks up.
“You know, I had a lovely dream in which you were bottle feeding kits we had. You think it was a prophecy dream?”
“I had the same dream,” William answering; “perhaps it is.”
“Maybe the fates are trying to tell us something,” Martha looking at her husband with lust in her eyes.
“Martha,” William putting his fork down; “I meant what I said last night at the Lawson’s. If we are going to have more children, I would like to wait until after Nate and Eric have moved out and started families of their own.”
“So,” Martha looking dishearten; “no nookie then?”
“I won’t say no to a rut now and then,” William grins; “just as long as it doesn’t involve kits for the foreseeable future. Besides,” William giving a big toothy grin; “we have the were-club to go to tomorrow evening. Plenty of swing sex to enjoy over there.”
“Oh yeah,” Martha cheering up; “I forgot about that place.”
“How could you,” William collecting their plates as they finished eating; “we could barely stand up after our first night there.”
“It’s a miracle we managed to get home,” Martha chuckling; “I wasn’t sure you could drive.”
“Hardee har har,” William kissing his wife; “your funny. Now lets get ready, we both have classes to teach today.”
Martha pouted as William dumped the metaphorical cold water on her arousal. Yet she knows her husband was right; they did have classes to teach. William and English lit professor at Moon Lake College and she a school teacher at Moon Lake Elementary. Each heading upstairs as they see Jean Talbot already defurred and dressed, ready to leave; taking a purse that both were-foxes know belong to Spencer Lawson she looks at them and states.
“Spencer was summoned at the elder council building for today. As well as your son Eric. I’m helping my father out as he is the were-lion rep.”
“So you are going to drop that off for Spencer,” Martha speaking.
“No,” Jean answers; “I intend to place this in Spencer’s paws. That way she knows she has received it.”
“That works too,” William answers; “Does Eric needing to be at the council building involve Julie’s statue 1A trial? I thought that ended yesterday with her escaping?”
“It was a trial by Abesntia,” Jean answering; “and today is the sentencing phase, and among other issues.”
William and Martha nod knowing that the other issues stem from Julie committing murder to escape the elder council. Not knowing that Julie also witnessed Alyssa Cooper being murdered by the Luna Brotherhood chapter of Seattle and that her attorney Brett Smithson will try to use her client’s co-operation of that matter as a means to give Julie the lightest possible sentence or an outright pardon. William and Martha wish Jean well as they head to the master bedroom to begin getting ready for their respective days.
Nate who quickly de-furred and got dressed; forgoing a shower, but not out of being a slob. He chose to not have a shower so the scent of Jean and sex could be detected all over him. Hoping it will stop whoever is leaving secret love notes in his locker; especially if they smell that he has already been claimed by an eager female were. Seeing Jean at the front door; Nate could not help himself but approach her and give her a passionate kiss on the lips.
“I’m already missing you,” Nate growls; “I want to spend every possible moment with you.”
“Same her,” Jean returning the kiss; “but I have a few commitments for this weekend. Shopping mostly.”
“Same here,” Nate answering; “I got to drag Ben and Alex to Seattle for some Christmas shopping tomorrow. Want to join?”
“I suppose I could do that,” Jean smiling; “Pick me up at my place tomorrow morning.”
“I was thinking of us getting together tonight,” Nate escorting Jean out the door; “we spend the night at your place.”
“That would drive Peter crazy to hear us rut,” Jean grins; “let me okay it with dad first. I’ll text you later.”
“Later then,” Nate giving Jean a final kiss just as she takes off at a brisk jog to the elder council. Nate smiling as he watches her rapidly run from view; he gets in his car and drives to school singing, ♫I got you under my skin♫