Wolfie.

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Non-Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
I never knew what was hiding inside that beanie of Seans', and today I was determined to find out what it was.

"I leapt for him again without wasting a second; I caught the thin fabric in my fingers and pulled off the beanie. It was like time slowed down; Sean desperately grabbing for the hat. But it was too late; the tall light grey ears had freed themselves and twitched half nervously and half happy to be freed. I fell back slightly and my hands dropped to my lap. Time started again. Sean blushed a brilliant scarlet and grabbed the beanie, starting to hastily shove it back on. I reached out my hand hesitantly.
“Don’t,” I whispered."

Submitted: November 16, 2013

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Authors note; In this story, Sean is a faunus. A faunus is a fictional species, they have a human appearance except from having extra limbs such as tails, ears, claws, etc. The other way to tell a faunus from a human is their appearance or by their more animal-like characteristics.

 

“Alright, I’m curious,” I said, looking up from my phone at Sean. We were hanging out and he was sitting on the couch and I had my head in his lap. He had his legs stretched out and crossed at the ankles. He took a peek over the top of his own phone to look down at me and lifted an eyebrow in question. I reached up my hand and poked him in the cheek.

“What’s with the beanie? I get that you like it, but you basically live in it.” He gave me a small smile.

“I really like it,” He said, but it sounded more like he was asking me, not telling me. I sat up and crossed my legs and turned my body so I was facing him, he did the same and looked back at me.

“You’re telling me that you wear that beanie, despite it being forty degrees out, because you really like it and nothing more?” I asked sarcastically. He laughed.

“Yes, that’s exactly what I’m telling you.” I stared at him carefully, trying to read the expression on his face. I could always read people easily; it was one of my skills. Body language and facial expression were my forte, nearly nobody could lie to me without me realizing it. But looking at him now, I honestly didn’t know if he was lying to me or not – and that scared the shit out of me. I leaned forward to grab the top of the beanie and he moved back swiftly, easily swiping away my hand.

“Don’t,” He warned. I pursed my lips.

“Why?” I asked, reaching forward again. His fingers wrapped around my wrist and he held my arm.

“Ashleigh, don’t.” Hah, as if that was going to stop me. He knew I was stubborn as a mule. I was going to get that beanie off his head if it killed me. I tensed my body to pounce and his eyes widened as he realized what I was going to do just before I lunged. He tried to jump off the couch but slipped to the floor instead and I quickly straddled him to prevent him going anywhere. He reached up and grabbed both my wrists this time and easily held my arms away from his head. His beanie had ridden up slightly and I knew how easy it could be to get it off him – if I could get my arms free. I twisted my arms awkwardly but his grip was solid. I knew he could flip me in a second and that’s exactly what he did.

Now I was underneath him and he was sitting on my hips, he used one hand to hold both mine still while he used his free hand to fix the beanie. After he was satisfied, he held my wrists again firmly.

“Why are you being such a party-pooper? It’s just a hat.” I said, pouting.

“It’s more than ‘just a hat’, I feel insecure without it,” He confessed quietly. I tried to twist free again.

“I promise I won’t grab the beanie,” I said. My fingers were crossed, but the way he held me, he couldn’t see that. I didn’t want to lie to him but I was so goddamn curious.

“Cross your heart?”

“I can’t exactly cross my heart, can I? You’re holding me down.”

He let go.

I leapt for him again without wasting a second; I caught the thin fabric in my fingers and pulled off the beanie. It was like time slowed down; Sean desperately grabbing for the hat. But it was too late; the tall light grey ears had freed themselves and twitched half nervously and half happy to be freed. I fell back slightly and my hands dropped to my lap. Time started again. Sean blushed a brilliant scarlet and grabbed the beanie, starting to hastily shove it back on. I reached out my hand hesitantly.

“Don’t,” I whispered. He froze, the beanie half pulled down, his eyes fixed on the floor. I could see the shame and embarrassment burning in his eyes. So that’s what the beanie was hiding. I pulled myself so I was sitting on my knees and reached forward again slowly to pull the beanie off again. As I pulled it away, the side of my hand brushed one of his ears and they twitched. I let out the breath I didn’t know I was holding. I very hesitantly reached out a finger to stroke the back of his ears. Sean let out a half garbled sigh and I used my palm to stroke his ears.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” I whispered. He closed his eyes and looked down.

“Because I’m a freak,” He whispered back.

The answer was automatic. “You’re not a freak. They’re beautiful.” He looked up at me surprised.

“Really?”

“Of course! They’re gorgeous.” I scratched behind one and it flicked me happily. I giggled and Sean smiled a little smile. I sat back and smiled at him. He looked up and made his ears dance. I laughed lightly and he laughed with me before sighing wistfully.

“So you thought you were special with making your butt dance?” His ears moved again and I smiled and poked Sean in the nose.

“I’m still special.” He smiled.

“Yeah, you are. You have no idea how good it feels to not have to hide these around you anymore.” I picked up the beanie that was sitting on my lap and pulled it onto my own head.

“No need for this anymore! Mine!” I said, laughing, getting up to run before he chased me.

I could hear his laughter trailing behind me.

“Damn it, Ashleigh,” He said quietly before walking towards his bedroom to come retrieve the stolen piece of clothing.


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