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The Festival of the Silver Wolf came once every year.
It was a city-wide celebration and whether or not all the beastmen believed in the legend behind the holiday, they all collectively took the day off from work or school to party and relax. All except the Silver Wolf himself, ironically, though surprising no-one.
“Ogami.” Chief Investigator Yuji Tachiki was ready to be done for the night. He missed his family and he wanted to be home. A certain stubborn social worker was making that increasingly difficult. “You’ve done enough. Take a break, would you?”
Since the night of the Nirvasyl Incident, as it had been dubbed by the press, Shirou Ogami had worked amazingly hard to once-again prove himself to the Anima Police Department, after defying direct orders and evading arrest. He had long since regained everyone’s trust and would have done so easily, even without the help of Alan Sylvasta’s confession proving his innocence. Still, eight months later, the wolf had been exhausting himself on the daily, working to solve cases and bring down the rate of crime without a thought of his bodily requirements.
Though Chief Tachiki hated to admit such a thing, Ogami was becoming more and more of a liability with each passing day that he deprived himself of sleep.
The wolf, of course, didn’t reply. In fact, he hardly spared his superior a glance. Shirou was lulling over some case files, trying to make sense of them, it seemed. The skin beneath his eyes was even baggier than normal, if such a feat was possible.
Yuji groaned.
“There’s nothing here that needs solving tonight, Ogami. Even you need sleep. Go home. That’s an order.”
The man’s blonde eyebrows quirked in response, as if to say “Are you being serious?” It must’ve been obvious in his expression just how serious he was because, for once, Shirou didn’t argue and simply turned back to the desk, closing the case file and locking it securely back in the cabinet.
‘Well, praise be the Silver Wolf,’ Tachiki thought, already salivating over the thought of his wife’s home-cooked dinner. He said goodnight to Ogami before bidding the office farewell for the night, disappearing into the sea of celebrating beastmen on the street in the direction of home.
———
The Silver Wolf’s Stone was almost entirely empty.
In the center of the grand park in central Anima-City stood a long and smooth slab of rock that had been dubbed an offering site for the Silver Wolf a decade ago when the city was founded. Devout beastmen would leave charms and such on a casual basis, a token of appreciation to their God. However, during the Festival of the Silver Wolf, it was tradition for any and everyone who believed or was curious about the famed deity to leave a gift.
Normally, the stone would overflow with treasures of all varieties. Homemade trinkets, candies, even small sums of money. Tonight, the rock was the most empty it had ever been.
That’s what Miss Melissa had told Michiru, which intrigued her to visit the park herself, just as the sun had set and dusk begun to stretch over the horizon.
After Nazuna’s little act with the Church of the Silver Wolf and Boris’ confession that she’d been lying to the beastmen about being their beloved spirit, it made sense why so many believers had abandoned their faith. Still, Michiru felt a surge of anger bubble inside her.
It wasn’t fair.
Shirou did everything for the beastmen, the least he deserved was a day dedicated to him and a bunch of gifts, no matter how meaningless they might have been to him.
Though she knew Nazuna was as much of a victim to the “beastman disease” as she was, Michiru couldn’t help but still be bitter. Even after all this time, it was difficult to forgive her friend for doing such a thing and how she had treated her while doing it. The consequences of her actions were severe, but this was arguably the worst.
The tanuki girl bid a silent thanks to those who had, despite everything, still left gifts for her friend and then quickly decided to do something herself, not only to make up for the lack of things but also as a token of her own appreciation.
The park was vacant, except for a few couples enjoying a walk together. None of them were paying any attention to her. Still, she felt a little silly as she plucked an assortment of wildflowers, equipping her eagle’s eye to spot the best ones in the dim light, and even more ridiculous when she used her shoelace to tie them all together in a makeshift bouquet.
“I needed new sneakers, anyways,” Michiru mumbled to herself, oddly proud of her misshapen creation. She knew he would never see it but she hoped he was happy with her, anyways.
Just as the young woman concentrated as much good energy as she could muster into the flowers, an exercise she’d been taught by Miss Melissa, and laid them down upon the slab, a familiar voice made her nearly jump out of her half-untied sneakers.
“What are you doing?”
The sight of him was something to take in. His eyes were gravitating downwards due to exhaustion, his blonde hair was more messy than normal, and his usual unreadable face was taut with a strange look of genuine sadness.
The realization that he had seen how few people had still continued to believe in him made Michiru’s heart lurch.
“I, er— Miss Melissa was telling me how people come to celebrate by, uh, leaving things for the Silver Wolf.” She stammered, searching for an excuse while trying to hide her bouquet from his view, suddenly very embarrassed with herself. “I just, er, wanted to see for myself.”
Shirou stood in silence, icy eyes blazing into hers like they often did, as if they could see through her very soul.
“I didn’t think… You’d be here.” She finished, cheeks burning.
“Why wouldn’t I be? Are these not for me?”
Shame crept down her neck. “No—I mean—yes, of course. I just…” Michiru couldn’t find the words to continue. What was there to say?
To her relief, Shirou was content with her silence. He stepped towards and past her until he was standing over the stone, his clear eyes trailing over all the gifts and the notes. While examining them, the corner of his mouth perked up in the whisper of a smile, but Michiru never would’ve noticed had she not been watching him so intently.
She’d developed that habit, recently. Watching him. The way she stared and admired wasn’t becoming, she knew, but it was difficult to look away when you were in the presence of a deity. Not that she thought of him like that. To Michiru, he was just Shirou Ogami, her grumpy friend who she’d helped saved the beastmen with. It didn’t matter how she thought or felt about him, though. At the end of the day, he was one of the most important beings alive, and she was just some loser who wasn’t a beastman or a human.
“Everything okay?”
It wasn’t until his voice pulled her out of her thoughts that Michiru realized she’d been grimacing.
“Huh? Oh, yeah. Sorry. Just thinking,” she replied meekly.
Shirou just raised an eyebrow at her before turning back to the collection before him. Michiru could practically feel his annoyance rubbing off him in waves.
‘Of course he’s annoyed with you, you dummy. You didn’t think he’d come to see his own altar? How conceited can you be?’
The tanuki girl just sighed and began to walk away, towards the exit of the park, until she realized she had completely forgotten about her flowers. Before she could turn around and correct her mistake, it was too late.
Shirou held up the bunch inquisitively, running his gloved thumb over the end of her shoelace. Michiru was mortified. Coming to the stone was a bad idea and the bouquet was an even worse one. Before she could say anything to save her pride, however, a distantly-familiar sound met her tanuki ears. This noise was deep and musical and absolutely wonderful.
Shirou was laughing. Giggling to himself in a way she’d never heard. In a way she feared she’d never hear again that had her almost fumbling for her phone to get a recording, not unlike how she’d captured his howl on the night of the Nirvasyl Incident. Were it not for the labored rise and fall of his trenchcoat-clad shoulders, the tanuki girl would have never placed the laugh to him. Much to her distaste, he was able to control himself quickly but, instead of disregarding the incident, he turned around to face her instead.
“Thank you, Michiru.” His voice was louder when he smiled, the woman duly noted, more focused on the glimpse of his teeth peeking through his lips. She’d never seen him smile like this before. The sight threatened to melt her.
“Oh, it was no problem.” Michiru rubbed the back of her head, offering him the best grin she could muster.
“Come on,” Shirou called, already turning to leave. “Let’s go back to the co-op.”
———
The trek back home from the park was uneventful but Michiru seemed on edge.
“Everything okay?” Shirou had asked once to which his companioned had quickly replied in a flustered state how alright she really was. Of course, the beastman didn’t believe any of it, but he didn’t feel that he had the right to press her.
Once every few blocks, the pair would stop for a moment and take in the sights of hundreds of beastmen celebrating together. He knew, deep down, that none of it was for the legacy he’d bestowed anymore, but he decided that any cause of hope for the beastmen was good enough for him.
Besides, it was difficult to be upset in the company of Mirichu, however oddly she might’ve been behaving.
Shirou had never seen the tanuki girl so embarrassed before, even though he didn’t understand why. He wondered briefly if he’d been to cruel to her in the past, to lead her to believe she wouldn’t appreciate a gift she might’ve given him, even if it was a bunch of weeds strung together with a shoelace.
The present was so Michiru, a characteristic that made it immensely special to him.
After living so many years and surviving through so many hardships, it was difficult for him to be vulnerable with people, in fear that they might use that weakness to their advantage and betray him. He didn’t have that fear with Michiru. Even with Mayor Rose, who Shirou had known since she was a little girl, had her reasons to exploit him. The tanuki girl was in his life for no greater reason at all. Simply because she wanted to be.
No matter how hard of a time he gave her, he wanted that too. Wanted it more than he had ever wanted anything. He wanted Michiru more than he wanted revenge, which is why he spared that bastard, Sylvasta, on the night of the Nirvosyl Incident. It was because she was watching. Shirou wanted to prove that he could be the man she saw him to be.
Realizing where his train of thought was going, he raked a gloved hand through his hair. Just great. Now he was getting flustered, too?
Luckily, the pair showed up to the front steps of the Beastmen Co-Op before his emotions could get the best of him. In silence, he unlocked the door, flipped the switch to the lights of the lobby, and headed for the kitchen. Michiru, after closing the door securely behind her, did the same.
“Are the Horners out?” Shirou asked as he shrug out of his trenchcoat, placing it in its spot on the communal coat-hanger, before preparing his evening tea.
Michiru sank down into her seat at the table, suddenly immensely interested in her phone. “Yeah. Mister Jem and Miss Melissa went to go celebrate with his sister. They said they won’t be back til tomorrow.”
‘What’s up with her?’
Shirou rolled his eyes, irritated. Did she not want him to have thanked her? He focused on making his tea and not her presence at the table a few feet from him, but that concentration was broken when Kuro flew by his face and across the room to land on Michiru’s shoulder.
He tried to ignore how much he appreciated how kind she was to him, turning off her phone to pet him, fondly. Her eyes flicked up to meet his for a brief moment but he directed his gaze downward.
The last thing he needed was for her to catch him staring.
Shirou poured the finished tea into two cups, already hot to the touch, and carried them both to the table, placing one in front of her.
“Thank you,” Michiru muttered quickly, distractedly taking a sip before letting it cool down. She yelped as the hot beverage burnt her tongue, sending Kuro flying off again to someplace else in the Co-Op.
The sight made Shirou chuckle again. ‘Stupid, tanuki,’ he thought before chastising himself. No wonder she didn’t want to talk to him. He gulped down nothing at all, searching desperately for anything to break the worsening awkwardness between the pair.
What was going on tonight? Was he truly that exhausted or had something happened between him and Michiru and he’d just failed to notice? Finally, he found something to shatter the silence. A distant question that had been festering in his mind for quite some time.
“Why do you never use your human form?”
Michiru choked on the tea she had managed to gulp down and Shirou instantly felt guilty. What a stupid question to ask. Why did he deserve to know her reasoning? She had struggled with her identity enough, she didn’t need him seeking justification. He felt trying to start a conversation was pointless. He felt lost.
After a few moments of composure, the tanuki spoke, unable to meet his eye across the table.
“Genuinely, Shirou, your hatred for humans scared me. I wanted to make a friend in you and I… I thought the reminder of me being a human would prevent that so—“ She covered her face in her hands, claws shielding her expression from his watchful gaze. “Then I grew to like my beastman body. I love myself as a beastman, actually. So I stayed. I guess I’m scared that if I transform back into a human, I’ll get stuck that way. I know, it’s stupid.”
The wolf couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Was she messing with him? Everything in her demeanor screamed the opposite. Was it true that she had struggled endlessly for him? To make him like her better? The guilt that Shirou was suddenly feeling was indescribable. How could he have done that to her? Made her feel that she had to change herself to earn his friendship. Worse yet, was it true? He feared that it was. At least, it was back then.
Michiru must’ve peeked out from beneath her hands and saw the regret painted across his face because stood, wailing her arms around desperately.
“But it’s okay! It all worked out for the best. If it wasn’t for you, I probably would still loathe myself and the beastmen,” she exclaimed, before hurriedly continuing. “You really changed my view on the world, Shirou, I’m thankful for that.”
Thankful? For the emotional torment he put her through? He couldn’t understand this girl. How could someone be so forgiving and compassionate? Wasn’t that his job as the Silver Wolf? Michiru was more of a savior than he’d ever be.
Shirou felt weak. He did the only thing he could, what his mind and body desired. An indulgence that only immense exhaustion could offer.
Without knowing where his steps were leading, Shirou Ogami stood up from his place at the table, found himself suddenly in front of a bewildered Michiru Kagemori, and leaned down to gently press his lips to hers.
———
This was definitely not expected.
After her total screwup with making him feel guilty for her predicament, Michiru had assumed that Shirou would go to his room for the night and ignore her. So why in the world was he kissing her?
Michiru had had her fair share of kisses, though they were always underwhelming and left a bad taste in her mouth. Literally. This was unlike anything she’d ever experienced. Shirou was kissing her with all the passion in the world but ever-so-softly as if she was fragile and he was afraid he’d break her. Which was understandable, considering what he was able to do to those who had wronged him or others.
His lips against hers was a sensation she’d never imagined she would feel herself and, yet, it was over just as quickly as it began. Shirou retracted a few steps before she could stop him, his eyes wide.
“I’m sorry.” His voice quivered and, though she knew it was wrong, the raw emotion of it sent a pleasant shiver down her spine. Feeling empowered that she, just the tanuki girl, was able to unlock such a side of him, Michiru took a step and then another when he didn’t move from where he stood. Frozen in place, she advanced to meet him, cautiously cupping his face in her hands when she arrived. To her enjoyment, he leaned into her touch.
“Please. Don’t apologize, Shirou,” Michiru began, her voice low. “I want this.”
Her words must have succeeded in giving him the confidence he needed because he dipped his head once again, but didn’t close the gap between their lips.
The idea that the mighty Silver Wolf could possibly be nervous to kiss her was the most heart-warming sentiment that Michiru had ever known. With that thought in mine, she pressed her mouth firmly against Shirou’s, her arms grasping for purchase around his shoulders and neck.
Her lack of height soon proved to her advantage, however, as the beastman deepened the kiss, his hands delicately finding their place at her hips. Experimentally, he lifted her up, all while never parting from her lips, and Michiru’s legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, eliciting a pleasant gasp of surprise from her counterpart.
The idea of being carried around by Shirou was thrilling by itself and the adrenaline was heightened when her thighs, bare except for her thin sport-shorts, met the cold surface of the tile kitchen counter, her legs dangling off the edge.
Breathing required them to part, but they both did it begrudgingly.
As the pair struggled to catch her breath, Michiru took in the reality of her situation. She had been struggling with her feelings for this man for months and, even more… Was she really making out with the Silver Wolf? The thought made her giggle.
“What’s so funny?”
The sound of him, so breathless, only made her laugh harder. Happiness welled up in her stomach.
“Oh, nothing. You’re just cute when you’re shy.” Teasing was nothing new from her, but Michiru had just unlocked a whole new branch branch of poking fun and it would be unlike her if she let it go to waste.
“Cute? Shy? If that’s what you want…” Deviously, Shirou took a step back, making a huge deal of retreating away from her.
Was he being playful? Shirou was taunting her! Michiru could hardly believe it. On most occasions, she’d be too committed to the bit to let her pride go to waste, but tonight was different. Her desire for him went bigger. Went deeper. Just before he could slip out of her reach, Michiru grabbed him by the arm and tugged her back into her embrace, her tanuki claws tangling in his platinum hair, their lips meeting again in an open mouthed kiss.
An appreciative groan was lulled out of Shirou’s mouth when Michiru pulled him closer still, each of his palms planted on either side of her on the counter, his hips pressed against her between her thighs. She was well aware that he could feel her heat radiating off of her, but she didn’t care. There was no point in trying to hide her lust.
As their tongues met, Shirou cautiously placed a gloved hand on her thigh, hesitating with each of his movements as to offer her time to reject his advances. Of course, she never did. As that hand slid up and under her boyshorts, however, did she finally get sheepish. Michiru pulled away, a crazed grin on her face.
“Shirou, not here,” she whispered, her glee seeping into her voice.
“Why not?” Came his snarky reply, challenging her. Michiru could see through his cold facade, however. She could tell he was even more nervous than she was, but he was doing a hell of a good job pretending, so she would allow him to get away with it.
“Take me to my room?” she pressed, gently, and she could see his eyes soften. Without answering, he pressed a quick but sweet kiss to her temple before scooping her back up into his arms, stumbling out of kitchen, their tea long abandoned, and through the Co-Op til they reached the door to Michiru’s room. The tanuki girl was well occupied during that time, rewarding little nips to the expanse of pale skin between his neck and jaw reverently. She was mesmerized by the way his Adam’s apple bobbed when he gulped, as if that would distract him from her attention.
Steadying her with one strong arm under her thighs, Shirou used his free hand to push the door to her little room open. It wasn’t much at all but tonight it would be everything.
Michiru slid out of his arms nimbly, crossing the room to stand with her back to him, though she was aware of his gaze penetrating her as she stripped off her jacket and shoes, one easier to remove than the other, reaching for her tank-top before his grip stopped her. He had snuck up on her, no doubt using his wolf abilities. The thought excited Michiru further.
“May I?” Shirou croaked. Michiru was too flustered to speak so instead she just raised her arms, allowing him to pull the top over her head and discard it lazily on the floor. All that remained were her boyshorts, underwear, and sports bra. Shirou went to work on the first, next. Pulling the shorts by the waistband from her hips, they fell down around her feet and she stepped out of them. Transfixed by her appearance, the beastman was at a loss for words when she mumbled, “Your turn.”
Honored that he would be willing to be so vulnerable with her, Mirichu decided to take it slowly. She took his hands first, biting the fingertips of his gloves with her fangs and pulling them off, never releasing her grip on his wrists. Though he wouldn’t speak, she didn’t miss the sharp inhale of breath she took when she brought his thumb to her lips, enveloping it in her mouth for a few moments, teasingly flicking her tongue across the tip before letting his hands fall back to his sides. He stood gaping for a moment before she went to work on the rest of him.
Michiru, she discovered, enjoyed making Shirou speechless.
———
Were it not for him experiencing it himself, Shirou would have never believed that this kind of pleasure was possible and Michiru hadn’t even truly begun yet, or so she hinted.
The suggestion of what she’d do to him based on the lovely demonstration with his thumb had turned his body taut with desire. His trousers were growing too tight and his body was growing too uncomfortably hot for his shirt. He knew the tanuki girl was toying with him, was drawing this out to torture him, but he felt out of control. When was the last time he’d ever been with someone in this way? Ever lusted over someone? A thousand years of no physical pleasure had taken a toll on Shirou, something he hadn’t noticed or cared about until tonight.
He wanted to prove himself a worthy partner to Michiru, wanted to please her as much as she was him, but at the same time, his logical side screamed at him to stop, chastised him for allowing it to get so far. Maybe the Chief had been right. He needed a break. A break from himself.
Shirou banished the voices telling him to quit while he could just as Michiru’s hands landed on his belt, suddenly very boyishly shy. He could feel the blush spreading across his cheeks and burning his ears and he cursed his fair complexion.
“Do you want me to stop?” And still, her compassion prevailed.
‘No, Michiru. Never stop. I want to stay like this forever with you.’
Instead of voicing those disastrous thoughts, Shirou placed his hands over hers, relishing the feeling of her skin against his bare palms for the first time, and helped her unclip his trousers, tossing his belt on the floor near her discarded clothes. As he reached for his zipper, Michiru instead brushed her gentle fingers across his collarbone, looping one finger around his black collar.
Perhaps afraid to give life to the question in the air, she asked with her eyes instead and Shirou swallowed down the lump in his throat before nodding.
“Go ahead.”
Ever so slowly, Michiru unlatched the black collar, cradling it to her chest and pressing a soft kiss to it before placing it gently on the floor next to his belt. Shirou’s heart leapt. He didn’t deserve her but if she was willing to have him, at least for the night, he would not waste it.
He waited for a moment to see if she had a plan, secretly hoping that she would go for his trousers next to relieve his discomfort. True to her nature, she did the exact opposite, carefully lifting his shirt up over his abdomen. She wasn’t tall enough to remove it on her own, so he assisted her, zoning out for a moment to do so and coming back to reality with her splayed hands exploring his chest.
“You’re beautiful.”
He once again felt heat jump to his face. He was certain no one had ever said something like that to him before. In fact, he couldn’t remember the last time someone paid him a compliment at all. It took all his willpower not to have her at the very moment, instead waiting for her to instruct him. She soon did, but in a surprising manner. Rather than continuing their dance of slowly stripping out of their clothes, she pranced over to the corner of her room where her untidy bed resided. When he stood still after a moment, unsure of what to do, she turned back to him, her hands on her hips.
“Well? Are you coming, old man?” Michiru taunted, most definitely aware of the effects her voice had on his body.
Without a second thought, Shirou stalked across the room to her, her teasing filling him with a new wave of confidence, which he used to push her onto the bed and climb over her in one movement. She seemingly enjoyed his boldness, because she shrieked with glee as he toppled her over, quickly making herself at home trapped beneath his form.
“Good boy,” she crooned before lifting her head to press a wet kiss to the scar tissue across his neck that was hidden by his collar. That time, Shirou couldn’t help the moan that escaped from the back of his throat. Michiru lapped up the encouragement greedily, letting her tongue drag across the length of tender flesh, shooting tidal waves of pleasure coursing down his body.
Shirou moaned her name far more desperately than he would’ve found acceptable. He knew he was touch-starved but what she was doing to him was insane. He was already on the verge of begging her to help with his hardness but she must’ve read his thoughts—or it was just obvious how frantic he was becoming—because she finally reached down beneath them and pulled down his zipper, relieving just the faintest amount of pressure. In a frenzy, Shirou sat up on his haunches to pull his trousers down and off, a feat that was made difficult by their position but accomplished none the less.
There were only three garments left between the two of them.
Suddenly realizing that he had yet to truly touch her, Shirou caught Michiru’s hand as it reached for his boxers. He’d been waiting a thousand years for this, what was a few moments more? Closing his eyes, he brought her hand to his mouth, giving the inside of her wrist a wide open-mouthed kiss before drawing a little circle with his tongue there. He felt her shiver and relished it, an idea coming to mind.
“Michiru?” Shirou began, meeting her eyes. His voice took on a serious tone. He wanted to ensure that she was comfortable above all else. “Are you alright with me being in beastman form?”
Much to his surprise, he could tell just from looking at her how delighted the idea made her.
“I want you, Shirou,” Michiru breathed. “All of you.”
That was all he needed and more. Her words breaking the last of his restraint, he quickly shifted into his beastman form, having to accommodate for the added body mass that came with being a wolf. Pursuing his idea, Shirou swiftly slid off of the bed, using his strength to position Michiru the way he intended, which made her yelp in surprise before bursting into joyful laughter. Her happiness fueled him.
With Michiru sitting up on the bed, her back against the wall and her legs propped up, Shirou had just enough room to slip in between them, his fur tickling her bare thighs. When the tanuki girl finally realized what he had in mind, she gasped, her body trembling in anticipation.
First, the wolf simply pressed his nose to her warmth through the fabric, just enough pressure to make her squirm but not relieve any of building tension. Shirou deeply inhaled, memorizing the delicious scent of her arousal, certain that had never been an aroma as lovely. It didn’t escape his notice when Michiru grasped the sheets, her suspense building.
Finally deciding that he was through with teasing her, Shirou shredded her damp underwear in two delicate flicks of his claws.
“Shirou!” Michiru exclaimed, elatedly stunned.
“Don’t worry,” the beastman grunted. “I’ll buy you new ones.”
Before the tanuki could argue, Shirou’s tongue was delving deep into her folds and any words that might’ve been said were replaced with wails of ecstasy. Her mewling only encouraged him further, exploring her at a faster pace and more aggressive, her thighs clamping down on the sides of his head, all the while indulging in the very taste of her.
Shirou knew she had reached her peak before she was able to warn him. Her breathing hitched and her claws tore through the white fabric beneath them. He didn’t move, however, continuing to lap her up as she came down from her high, yowling the whole way. He switched back to his human form to place a rough kiss to her lips, purposely leaving some of her own liquid on his lips so that when they parted, he licked it all off of hers. Perhaps it was just intense desire, or perhaps it was their animalistic sides kicking in. Either way, he didn’t care.
“You ripped your sheets, Michiru.” Shirou’s scolding had no effect on the girl when he was unable to rid himself of his smug smile, but he didn’t care.
“Won’t you buy me new ones?” she whined.
“Clever tanuki.”
———
They stayed like that for a few moments, Michiru regaining her composure and Shirou watching her like a hawk. Or, like a wolf, she supposed. When she finally got control of herself and her breathing again, she suggested that they switch spots. Intrigued, Shirou agreed and Michiru found herself straddling his bare chest, which was rising and falling fast and hard as his own breathing picked up. Smirking, the tanuki slid back across his chest, leaving a trail of her arousal, until his length hit her back. Before she got to work on it, however, she quickly removed her sports-bra, flinging it to the ground, leaving her entire body completely bare.
Michiru noticed with satisfaction how his lips pursed, how his brow furrowed as he studied her. For the first time in her life, she felt absolutely beautiful.
The tanuki girl grabbed the waistband of his trousers and used her own sharp claws to tear them in two, eliciting an amused groan from the wolf.
“Now we’re even.”
Before he had time to reply, she repositioned herself atop of him and took the top half of his length into her mouth.
———
The world was spinning around Shirou. His entire being had been succumbed to euphoria as Michiru tenderly cared for his ache. What had he done to deserve her in this moment? What had he done to deserve her in his life at all? No one would ever compare to the gentleness and compassion, humor and intellect, that this one girl had shown him. So in what world did a tragedy like him end up with someone as grand as her?
The endless stream of questions was interrupted by Michiru once again, who was busy setting a rhythm to how she bobbed her head up and down, taking him in. Shirou’s head fell back, noises sliding from his throat he wasn’t aware he could produce. One of his hands met the back of the girl’s head, steadying itself with a fistful of her gray-blue hair. The other gripped the bed-frame above him, looking for some sort of purchase to ground him to the Earth.
“Good girl,” he found himself growling repeatedly. “Good, good, girl.”
It wasn’t long before he also reached his high, with a flurry of motions and sounds he didn’t think he could recreate if he tried. Michiru abandoned her spot near his legs and instead shimmied up next to him to lay beside him. Both were out of breath and exhausted, but Shirou had one last thing he wanted to do before his time with the tanuki girl would expire.
“Michiru, would you shift into human form for me?”
The question caught the girl off-guard, he could tell. She turned to face the ceiling in what Shirou supposed was her form of ignoring him but, in just the duration of a few moments, he was starting at the side profile of the girl he had only seen in a photo on a student ID months ago. She was just as beautiful as he’d imagined.
“Thank you, Michiru,” Shirou whispered as he threw an arm around her, using his other to search blindly for a blanket on the ground. “I like you like this too, you know.”
It was such an understatement, Shirou had never been good at expressing his emotions, but he thought it did the trick, because she turned and grinned at him, placing one last kiss on his nose with her own human lips before bidding him goodnight.
When the beastman finally found a blanket and draped it over the two of them, it took only a few minutes for them both to fall asleep, dreaming peacefully of each other.
———
When Michiru awoke in her human form for the first time in over a year, her first observation was that Shirou was gone. Leaping to the conclusion that she imagined the whole thing, her second observation was that something was out of place on her makeshift dresser.
A shaggy bouquet of wildflowers was snugly fit into a teapot and besides the teapot were her sneakers, donned with brand new laces.
That was the exact moment Michiru Kagemori knew she loved Shirou Ogami.
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End.