Firefly Ravine Black, white, and brown.

Maybe Pepper should take a page out of that book. He did. Usually, he really did. But it’s been too long. And the other night. He hadn’t felt like that in forever. The familiar soft pressure of Phobos’ head across his chest. 

But he didn’t want anything long term. Not with this wolf. Not with anyone. That would be betrayal, or acceptance of the fact that he was really gone. And as long as he didn’t accept that, he was golden. But Phobos made it sound like that’s what he was looking for—not just a quick fuck. Which is what Pepper had initially thought the wolf wanted. 

”I’m not disappointed,” he was. ”I just thought.. I mean you were goin’ along with it.”