Who is Magpie?

Bronx awoke in his human form, not remembering changing back, with Jessamine curled against him. His arm was under her neck, but he realized oddly that Ezekiel’s fingers were brushing his stomach as his arm was under her waist. One of her hands clutched Bronx’s, and the other held Ezekiel’s in front of her face.

The light breeze of her breathing tickled his digits and he worked against his reflex to move them. Trying to settle back into probably the most comfortable sleep he had ever had, Ezekiel stretched his arm and the odd touch against Bronx’s front startled him. The two made eye contact over Jessamine’s shoulders and Ezekiel smirked.

“Morning princess.”

“Hush,” Bronx cursed, looking at Jessamine. “With the amount of alcohol she consumed last night she needs all the sleep she can get.”

Ezekiel looked quizzically. “How much exactly did she drink?”

Bronx thought. “I had already lost track before we went outside, but I’d say she almost matched me.”

Ezekiel chuckled. “You must be feeling pretty hungover then Jessa,” he mused.

Bronx looked at her unmoving shape. “You’re awake?”

“No, go back to sleep,” she muttered, squeezing both of their hands.

“Jesssaaa,” Ezekiel drawled. “Some breakfast will do you good.”

“I absolutely refuse to leave this spot, and not just because I’m the only one who will have to do the walk of shame through the house in a bedsheet,” she reminded, recalling the image to everyone’s mind.

“With the number of people here who have commingled during the hormonal mating season or around the full moon time I doubt anyone would be stupid enough to throw rocks that particular glass house,” Bronx assured, squeezing her hand in return.

“My head feels like a drum circle,” she moaned.

“I should have gotten you to drink more water, I’m sorry.” Bronx nearly kissed her head, just barely holding himself back by smirking.

She groaned, “right, I forgot I’m not responsible for my own actions like an adult, I can just blame Bronx.” She rolled her eyes, though realized after that she hadn’t opened them for anyone to see. “I took the bottle, pressed that stupid bitch to my lips, and didn’t count them. That was always lesson fucking one, owe.” She had moved to sit but regretted it instantly and laid back down. “You two were more comfortable when you were large and furry.”

“Oh really,” Ezekiel asked suggestively. “That’s not what you said….”

“Before you say another sarcastic teasing word, I remember every single stupid thing I did last night with an embarrassing amount of clarity.” She breathed a heavy breath. “I still can’t believe I told Delano I stabbed myself to avoid killing him or the others. That’s going to leave the biggest chip on his shoulder for weeks.”

Bronx stared. “Really? Is that what you’re embarrassed about?” he wanted to clarify.

Jessamine put her hands over her eyes, the bright light of the sun through the windows that only ran around the very top of the high ceilings. The room was as big as her bedroom with nothing in it, just a single shelf with blankets and pillows, and doors on either corner to get in from outside or the end of the hallway by the medical bay. She hadn’t seen much of it, but there wasn’t much to see, and if she could teleport to her own bed she would have.

“If you were expecting me to say running to you with my studio giblis out, or showing you all of my assets, you underestimate me. I already realized this will probably happen again with the general nature of shifting and I’m kinda glad I was drunk the first time it happened…. Also I saw both your dicks, which told me that you didn’t mind, and, unfortunately, Bronx’s entire asshole when he fell over. So I don’t feel like I have anything to be embarrassed for.” Jessamine said, quite pointedly.

Ezekiel barked a loud laugh. “Oh sorry, sorry Jessa,” he apologized, realizing how loud he had been as her hands shifted to cover her ears.

“Do wolves get hungover? Can I just shift back and stay like that all day until it wears off?” Jessamine whispered hopefully.

She moved her face in closer to Ezekiel’s chest, trying to hide her eyes from the sun while her hands covered her ears. With the slip of the blanket around her she ended up moving like a pinwheel and her ass butt up against Bronx’s appreciation of the reminder that he had seen her assets. She stifled the sound that rose in her throat realizing, with just how wet she had become over night, that she was likely being affected by her first wolven mating season.

Becoming more aware of the three of them and their lack of clothing did not help her mental state. Her mind was already firmly in the gutter before she even woke up, and she blamed her wolf entirely. She felt like her bad idea encouraging best friend that took everything as, at worst, a learning experience and at best a lot of fun.

She twitch uncomfortably and regretted it immediately as she knew they could smell her arousal. “Je-ssa-mine!” Ezekiel exclaimed in mock surprise but she reached down and gently wrapped her fingers around his hard cock.

“Tell me you’re not horny and I will apologize for dreaming an assortment of sordid activities happened last night.” Jessamine challenged and he coughed uncomfortably.

She released him and slid her hand into her blanket cocoon with a shiver. The floor was meant to be temperature controlled to help control a wolven’s fever or chills but neither of the men had thought to turn it on. She couldn’t help being cold, nor could she prevent also needing to pee.

She thought for a moment how odd it was that she hadn’t had to pee last night, but remembered more unhappily that she had, in the yard. Her mind had left the gutter, but theirs still firmly remained wondering what sordid images had graced her dreams.

Jessamine stood, unwillingly and walked toward the door despite the groans behind her. “I am stealing which ever of your shirts is longer because I refuse to leave this room in a bedsheet,” she announced walking to the pile of their clothes and sorting through to compare the shirts.

“Bronx’s will be longer,” Ezekiel offered, walking up behind with her a kiss on the back of her neck. “He’s taller.”

“You don’t mind right?” She asked, but didn’t wait for a reply before putting it on.

Her head burst free through the neck hole and a tumble of hair tangled around her neck. Ezekiel helped pull her hair free and straighten it out before turning to grab his pants. Bronx was hanging back and gathering up the blankets they had put in the floor for laundry.

“Owe,” Jessamine accused, covering her ears, when Ezekiel’s keys fell from his pocket to the floor.

“Sorry,” he smirked, only mocking her a little for drinking so much.

“Why is everything so damn bright,” she accused again, more to the sun then the room. “I am going to the bathroom and then my room where I will crawl into bed and hibernate until my head hurts less,” she announced it more like a declaration than to inform either of them of her plans and set off.

“I’ll bring you some breakfast in half an hour with something for your head,” Ezekiel called over.

She muttered something about his head on her way out but neither of the men had really heard her. Bronx was now putting his own clothes on, listening to her footsteps leave like it was the sound of approaching doom. When they were both done getting dressed and had returned the room to it’s cleaned state the moment arrived.

“Bronx, we need to talk.”