Corrigan huffs out a bemused sound, already reaching to pull Naseer up and onto the bed. He might argue that keeping Kurt all to himself is entirely fair, since he's Alpha, but his mate has expressed they want to share, and what his mate wants, they get.
And get, and get, and continue to get over the coming days. The brightness of spring gives way to the lazy, sticky heat of summer, and the pack continues to indulge themselves in various creative ways. Benji figures out a way to dam up part of the river with stones and mud, creating a deep, cool pool that Kurt can bathe and swim in without worrying about the swift current. Leo meticulously mends the holes in his mate's vivid red cloak, just in case the weather turns, and finds other ways to repurpose their shredded clothes -- though of course, everyone prefers to go naked most of the time. Naseer teaches Kurt which of his myriad little bottles of powder and dried herbs do what, and let's them help patch up scrapes and treat headaches and season meals to their hearts delight. Even Kai finds ways to prove himself, hunting almost relentlessly, foraging for bird's eggs and berries and nuts like a fiend, bringing home anything pretty or interesting for Kurt to examine, in the faint hope that it'll make them smile or light up.
And Corrigan watches his pack, watches them embrace their mate, figuratively and literally, watches and delights in how Kurt gets less shaky, less fearful every day. Sometimes they still go glassy-eyed and panicky, sometimes their voice pitches up high in fear or shuts off entirely. Sometimes they still cling to him and cry, though never as devastated and gut-wrenching as that first day.
The sun lights their chestnut hair, bringing out strands of gold and auburn, and leaves freckles scattered across their nose and cheeks and shoulders. Their eyes are brighter, their cheeks rosy, their body softer and fuller, well-fed on wild game and fresh fruit and fish. And every time they smile up at Corrigan, it's easier, freer, more genuine.
It gets to the point where even without the link, he can tell when they don't feel well, sensing it in their forced smile and cautious movements. He sees it, one day by the river, as Kurt sits up and starts collecting their scattered clothes. Corrigan knows very well by now the difference between a good, deep ache after his mate's been thoroughly pleasured by one of the wolves, and actual discomfort, and thus is the latter.
Frowning, he reaches out, catching Kurt's wrist gently to tug them back to sit. "Are you all right, beloved?"
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Date: 2023-07-01 04:19 am (UTC)And get, and get, and continue to get over the coming days. The brightness of spring gives way to the lazy, sticky heat of summer, and the pack continues to indulge themselves in various creative ways. Benji figures out a way to dam up part of the river with stones and mud, creating a deep, cool pool that Kurt can bathe and swim in without worrying about the swift current. Leo meticulously mends the holes in his mate's vivid red cloak, just in case the weather turns, and finds other ways to repurpose their shredded clothes -- though of course, everyone prefers to go naked most of the time. Naseer teaches Kurt which of his myriad little bottles of powder and dried herbs do what, and let's them help patch up scrapes and treat headaches and season meals to their hearts delight. Even Kai finds ways to prove himself, hunting almost relentlessly, foraging for bird's eggs and berries and nuts like a fiend, bringing home anything pretty or interesting for Kurt to examine, in the faint hope that it'll make them smile or light up.
And Corrigan watches his pack, watches them embrace their mate, figuratively and literally, watches and delights in how Kurt gets less shaky, less fearful every day. Sometimes they still go glassy-eyed and panicky, sometimes their voice pitches up high in fear or shuts off entirely. Sometimes they still cling to him and cry, though never as devastated and gut-wrenching as that first day.
The sun lights their chestnut hair, bringing out strands of gold and auburn, and leaves freckles scattered across their nose and cheeks and shoulders. Their eyes are brighter, their cheeks rosy, their body softer and fuller, well-fed on wild game and fresh fruit and fish. And every time they smile up at Corrigan, it's easier, freer, more genuine.
It gets to the point where even without the link, he can tell when they don't feel well, sensing it in their forced smile and cautious movements. He sees it, one day by the river, as Kurt sits up and starts collecting their scattered clothes. Corrigan knows very well by now the difference between a good, deep ache after his mate's been thoroughly pleasured by one of the wolves, and actual discomfort, and thus is the latter.
Frowning, he reaches out, catching Kurt's wrist gently to tug them back to sit. "Are you all right, beloved?"