End of the First Week With the Parents, Part 3

I slept in the dungeon with Ben and my boys that night and woke up surrounded by naked men. I started laughing, that’s what woke up the others.

“Why’s she laughing?” Mark asked Miles.

I was in tears from laughing so hard. Ben just looked at me like I was insane.

I hiccupped my way through an explanation: “Bad porn movie.”

That set the rest of them off. We sat there for what must have been twenty minutes just laughing.

“Come on, the lot of you. Get up. I don’t want Ben’s mother coming down here and finding you all naked. Not good for first meetings.” I said as I stood up and reached over to the stack over towels that we kept down there for full moon nights. I passed them out and watched Miles and Mark leave.

“Oh, Marlowe?” Miles said.

“Yes, Miles?”

He threw the vest and bow tie at me. “You ever pull that crap again I’ll shred you. You should know pink isn’t my color.”

I watched him sail out of the room as only a miffed gay man could. I dissolved in to laughter again and Ben followed me.

“You didn’t really put that on him, did you?”

I nodded. “Yes and your mother helped.” I started laughing again.

Ben gaped at me. “Oh that’s brilliant.”

“I know.” I said as I calmed down and wiped the tears from my eyes.

Ben grabbed my hand and pulled me close. I stood up on my tiptoes and kissed him. “Shower?” I murmured.

“Shower. Then greetings to my mother. I need you first though.” He said as he secured the towel around his waist and hauled me up.

“You have this need to carry me, don’t you?” I asked him as we made our way out of the door and up the stairs.

“You’re not getting away from me, Oberly. I carry you so you can’t run.”

I kissed him again. “I’m not going anywhere.”

We were up the stairs without seeing anyone and back downstairs for breakfast in less than 90 minutes. The scene in the kitchen when his mother walked in was priceless. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a man that large, cry that hard. It was something I’ll never forget. I might have started crying and been hugged by Miles when he walked in and saw what was going on. There might have been enough tears in the room to make Alice jealous.

I couldn’t sit there and cry any longer, so I got up and started making breakfast while they were catching up. I had beef sausage frying when Ben finally pulled himself away from his mother. He came over and kissed my neck. I laughed and pushed him off.

“Sausage thief.”

He laughed and his mother joined him.

“You are so my child.”

Ben grinned at her and stole another piece of sausage patty when I wasn’t looking.

“You’re going to be dead if you steal another one.” I slapped his hand when he tried again and he looked offended.

Miles and his mom just laughed at him.

“She warned you.” Miles said as he sipped his coffee.

I took a good look at his outfit today and laughed. “I thought you said pink wasn’t your color, Miles.”

Jude caught on and started laughing. His shirt was pink and he was wearing a light blue tie. Miles just winked at us both. Mark walked in and Jude went over to hug him. What ever was said, I couldn’t hear, but Mark smiled and kissed her cheek.

I slid Ben’s plate in front of him when the eggs were done and murmured in to his ear that we needed to talk later. Ben nodded and tucked in to his breakfast. Soon the whole kitchen was in want for a lack of noise as it was filled with the goings on of a reunited family breakfast. We got the whole story of the time Ben went spying on their Jewish neighbor because he was convinced she was a witch who could talk to animals. She couldn’t, but Ben could. So when he tripped over a brick and landed face first in her garden, it was an interesting when he was able to tell her dog not to kill him. That lead to a lot of teasing at the table and a red face for Ben. It was adorable.

Ben had taken the day off so he was in charge of dishes while I went upstairs to change for work. I had a 1968 Impala coming in to the garage that I was itching to get my hands on. I was out the door in less than an hour and at the shop to open for the day. When I got there though, the Sheriff was waiting for me with Steve’s father. That pissed me off. He was supposed to be staying away from me and my place of business. I was finally getting the chance to reopen since his idiot son’s plan to kill me. I pulled the car in to the lot and parked it, got out and walked over to the Sheriff, completely ignoring the pompous ass.

“Good morning, Sheriff. Any news on my shop?”

Sheriff Stiers smiled at me. “As a matter of fact, I do.” He tossed the keys to me. “You’re all set to open up this morning and I need my cruiser’s break pads changed. They’re starting to squeal.”

“Happy to help the BPD, Sheriff.” I  smiled as I tucked the keys into my pocket.

I could see the Mayor out of the corner of my eye getting even more pissed off the longer I talked to just the Sheriff. Good. I was still supremely pissed and I wanted him to suffer. However, the Sheriff changed things when he spoke to the Mayor.

“You had a few words to say to the victim, Mayor.”

“Hello, Mayor Miller. I trust you’re well?” I said as politely as I could. I couldn’t help the tone of ‘fuck you, old man’ that managed to sneak in to my tone.

“Very well, thank you. I’m sorry to hear about your shop and the troubles you experienced here last week.”

“Thank you for your kind thoughts, Mayor. I’m sure my attacker will get justice done to him.” I immensely enjoyed the bright shade of purple that came over the man’s face.

“I’m sure it will be fair.”

“Oh, I hardly think it will be fair in this town. That’s why I had my lawyer issue papers last Friday to move the arraignment and trial down to Goose Creek.” I said.

When the Mayor’s mouth started moving like a guppy and no words came out, I enjoyed the fight that took place on his face. Whether to respond to me as the Mayor, or as the father of my assailant. The Mayor side won, which was a pity because I would have enjoyed the shouting match that would have happened.

“I’m sure you’ll get fair and swift justice, then.” He said. “I must be going. I hope you have a good day.”

“and to you as well, Mayor Miller.” I replied.

I watched the man get in to his car and drive off. Then I lost it and the Sheriff joined in with me.

“Oh, I don’t ever think I’ve seen that man, that pissed off.”

“I have and the show that’s going to happen down at the court house is going to be something I’m sorry I’m going to miss.”

“It’s a good thing I didn’t file the  papers there, but in the federal court down in Goose Neck.” I said as I tried to regain my composure.

“You did what? I thought you were joking.”

“I’m not. I’m going to put that man in his place. It’s long past time someone did and I’ve had enough of him. He may be a damn good Mayor, but he’s shit with everything else.”

“Be careful, Marlowe. He’s not know to be forgiving.”

“Neither am I, Eric. That man is going down.” I pulled the keys back out of my pocket and jingled them. “Now, about your cruiser,”

“All right, all right. It’s all yours.” He said.

Three hours later the Sheriff was on his way with a full set of brake pads, new spark plugs, new oil filter, oil change and his tires changed over from summer to winter radials. I was just starting to think about the Impala that would be coming in when the Mayor charged back in to the yard. I immediately picked up the phone and told the Sheriff, then stepped out to greet the Mayor. I was thankful I had the common sense to have a video surveillance system installed after the incident with Steve. I knew this wasn’t going to be pretty.

“You bitch!” He shouted as soon as he stepped out of the car.

I stayed where I knew the cameras would pick up everything. I’m not stupid and he knew it, which is why he surprised me when he slapped me.

“You filed them in FEDERAL COURT?” Mayor Miller shouted. “Are you insane?”

“Not insane, Mayor. Pissed off. Your son assaulted me. I wasn’t going to make it easy on you to get him pleaded out to a lesser charge. Your son committed a feral crime.” I said back, biting off my words because I was trying my hardest not to hit him back.

When the Sheriff pulled back into the yard, I stepped back from him and behind the door to my shop. I locked the door before he could follow me inside and busied myself with the tape of what just happened. I watched the Sheriff through the glass door as he argued with the Mayor. I wiggled the DVD case at him when he looked at me. He nodded and motioned for me to wait. I waited until the Mayor was done shouting at him and then pulled the recording of the last hour, burning it to a DVD. I let the Sheriff take photos of my face, which was still red from where he slapped me.

“That’s going to bruise, Marlowe.”

“I hope it does. More evidence.”

“You’re falling in to their trouble.”

“All I did was move here, Eric. They started it, I’m just going to finish it.” I said firmly.

The Sheriff stepped close and dropped his voice. “Do us all a favor and don’t get killed in the process. You’re not the only one in this town that has power.”

I dropped mine and let my eyes go silver as I stared at him. “No one knows just how much power I have, Eric. Not even you or Ben.”

I forced my eyes to go back to normal as he stared.

“You,” He paused. “are trouble.”

I laughed. “Possibly.”

He stepped back with DVD case I handed him.

“I’ll be down after work to sign the papers, Sheriff.”

The Sheriff nodded at me as he strode off and put the Mayor in his car. Front seat, of course. I shook my head and went back to work. Today had given me a headache and it wasn’t over yet. I waved at Miles as he drove by, his eyes were huge. Well that takes care of one problem, I thought.

I worked straight through the day, went and signed the papers and made my way home. Ben met me at the door and got a look at my face.

“Miles called. He was driving by when it happened. Why didn’t you call me?!”

“I called the Sheriff. He wasn’t that far away and was there in five minutes. I signed the papers, he’s got an assault charge on him now.” I pushed my way in to Ben’s arms and sighed.

Ben kissed my hair and held me close. “I was worried.”

“I know. I saw Miles drive by and knew he’d tell you. That’s why I didn’t bother to call, Miles is a one man gossip network.”

Ben kissed my hair again. “He is, but you still should have called me.”

I didn’t want to fight about something this dumb. I knew where he was coming from. “All right, so long as your promise that the next time George sends your for stitches, you’re calling me and not James to come get you.”

I felt Ben flinch at that one and I smiled. “Two can play the ‘you need to call me’ card, Ben.”

I pulled back and looked up. He smiled and bent to kiss me.

“All right. No more calling anyone else. We call each other first.”

“Deal.” I said and I kissed him again. “I made breakfast, who’d got dinner? I’m starving.”

“My mother cooked.”

“Oh did she now? I said as I shed my coat. It was cold as hell outside. “Lets go eat. I can’t wait to try what she’s made.”

I hooked my arm in his and we walked in to the kitchen.

-Marlowe.

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Waxing Gibbous

So after I ran out of the house after Winston, I realized just how much of a dumbass I could be.

I might have actually said out loud, “Stupid! This is like the first five minutes of those TV shows you watch or the beginning of every horror movie!”

Stupid might have been my mantra as I was running for safety.

By that point I was in front of Ben’s place and Winston had caught on that I was following him and stopped chasing Miles in favor of chasing after me. He seemed to think it was great fun. It was not fun for me and so I took off for Ben’s place, hoping I could get inside before Winston caught up with me. I know he still thinks it’s a game, but he’s a very big, whatever he is, during the full moon.  I manged to make it inside after losing part of the other intact pant leg.

after throwing the bolt on Ben’s front door and slamming the bar down to hold it in place, I found the nearest chair to sit and take a breather. It was in a corner, so I figured I was okay there for a few minutes.  I heard the low, keening noises coming from the basement dungeons then. I’d missed them over my breathlessness, but I stayed right where I was. I was unsure if going down there was going to end my life or not and I liked my life right now.

I sat in that chair for what felt like an hour before giving in to my curiosity. Don’t yell at me, I already know I was being stupid for the second time. Grabbing a short sword from a wall display of them I found the door to the dungeons and descended downward.

Of course the staircase was a spiral and of course I couldn’t see around the corner, so I spent the whole trip down thinking that I was going to die at the bottom of the stairs. When it came to a door with nothing at the bottom of the stairs, I let out a little sigh. The keening stopped then and a large, scaly green nose poked itself to where the bars were on the door. It was sniffing the air and apparently, it liked what it smelled because it started scratching at the door and keening wildly then. I scrambled back up the stairs and only made it around the corner before the low wail started. That’s when I remembered, the nose on the other side of the door was Ben. Cursing, I ran back down the steps and opened the door. In the back of my mind, I was really hoping that I hadn’t just made a big mistake.

I had no time to think about closing the door though, because Ben reached in an grabbed me with a large, green paw that was attached to very large claws. The scream I was about to unleash died when I got a really good look at just what Ben turned in to.

He was a dragon. A very large dragon.

At that point a nasty thought ran through my head, that he could be the one responsible for the egg in my fireplace. It didn’t make me feel very good and my heart sank in to my stomach.

Ben made a low, contented rumble in his throat and knocked me out of my thoughts, as he walked us back over to where there was a rather large nest. He curled in to it with me and set me down between his front legs. before I could get up or even make myself comfortable, there was a blanket handed to me and Ben curled around me. He dropped his head on his fore-paws and closed his eyes, letting out a huff of breath that smelled faintly of sulfur.

“Shit.” I muttered under my breath as I watched his breathing even out. He was a asleep with in minutes of settling down with me.

With no other options left to me, I sighed and wiggled until I was mostly comfortable laying on one of his arms and tucked the blanket around myself. It took me awhile to fall asleep, but I promised myself that on the next full moon, I’d be bringing a book. Now that I knew he wouldn’t kill me, this was a much better way to spend my late night than trying to deal with my weird ass dog.

I woke up the next morning with a very human Ben wrapped around me and something very hard and insistent poking my back. I snickered. I couldn’t help it, it was like the opening to every bad romantic scene in a fantasy story. Girl makes dumb decision to go see changed boyfriend. Girl finds changed boyfriend, who doesn’t want to kill her, but instead snuggles with her. Girl wakes up to very human boyfriend with a bad case of the morning blues. Usually, sex happens at that point.

I admit, the choice to come down here was pretty dumb, but at least I understood why he locked himself in the dungeon. I pulled the blanket off myself and tucked in Ben. I was no fantasy story heroine. This was one monster who was going to bathe before I’d take him upstairs. He stank of sulfur and brimstone. I had made it to the edge of the nest when I heard Ben shift in his sleep. Praying that he hadn’t woken up, I looked over my shoulder to find him staring at me, mouth slack-jawed.

“Don’t say it. Just don’t. I already know it was stupid to come down here.”

Ben blushed. “I was actually going to ask if I made any um, advances toward you.”

“Well, you snuggled me.” Ben looked relieved. This made me curious. “Why? What does your other self usually do?”

Ben blushed harder. “The last time I had a girlfriend my other self proposed. She dumped me the next day, saying that it was way too weird to have a dragon ask her to marry him while putting a flower crown on her head.”

I was stunned for a few seconds before I started laughing. “Well, your other self must have learned something from that because he only snuggled me.”

“Well, at least he learned something.” Ben said as he got up and threw the blanket over his shoulder as he crawled to the edge of the nest where I was.

When he got there, he pulled me and kissed me. When we parted, he nuzzled my neck. “You have entirely too many clothes on and I need to shower. Want to join me?”

“I was already thinking I needed to bathe. I probably smell.”

Ben sniffed my neck and laughed. “Yeah, like home.”

Before I could respond to that, he slipped over the side of the nest and tugged me after him. Scooping me up, he took me upstairs. It was about mid-afternoon before I got around to telling him about Winston and Mark.

We shouldn’t have worried though. Mark was still sound asleep when we got down to open up the basement. There were claw marks over everything though. Winston was pretty easy to find too. He came strolling out of the forest looking pleased with himself at dusk. I don’t know what he rolled in, but it stank and it took both of us three hours to get him smelling like a dog again.

He was very unhappy with us and slunk off to hide under the dining room table after we’d released from the bathroom. By the time night fell and the snow had started again, my window had been boarded up, I was curled up in bed with Ben over at his place and Mark was awake and eating everything in my kitchen before we left.

We’ve been giving him more space lately. He says he’s not ready to live by himself yet, so we’re waiting. It’s only been a week or two. Things like this take time and Ben and I have two homes we can split our time between, so it’s not really that big of a deal. For now at least, we’re all pretty content with the arrangement.

-Marlowe

The Beast Inside

As I write this, I’m currently sitting on top of my kitchen table. My pants are missing a half a leg of material and what I thought was my beloved golden retriever has grown a pair of horns, turned purple and is currently chewing on the end of the couch.

It can only mean one thing in Blueville. The full moon as arrived.

I can’t ask Ben for help because he’s currently locked in his basement dungeon. Mark is locked in my basement and I’m sitting on this damn kitchen table, cold and hungry, because I’m brand new to Blueville. Apparently, everyone here comes out as having a “true self” around their first Halloween. If it doesn’t happen then, it will happen by New Years Eve.

Yeah, I know. It was news to me too. So was the fact that apparently my dog was going to change. Ben didn’t bother to mention that little tidbit when he brought him to my house after I’d been in the car accident.

That reminds me; I’m getting my cast off on Monday.

I’m so happy about my cast coming off, but not about the fact that Winston is currently trying to eat the ottoman. I don’t care if it’s shaped like an elephant. I like that damn ottoman.

Calling for help from Miles is no good either. He just arrived and is sitting on the sill outside the dining room window, yelling at me to open up. I’m not sure I want to open the window and let him inside. Letting Miles the Cat will drive my dog insane, I’ll end up with broken furniture, smashed potted plants and poor Mark down in the basement will start howling. I do not need that kind of headache.

Shit.

Winston spotted Miles and went out the window.

-Marlowe