Hizashi/Els
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Elly was panicking.
She had spent a wonderful, emotional evening with Mic last night. She couldn't get the man out of her mind! Even when she fell asleep in the lumpy hotel bed, she dreamt of his touch, the way his lips had felt pressed onto her neck...
She woke in a feverish sweat.
Her pulse was erratic, her face flushed and she was aching in a very familiar way. Not unpleasant in itself, but the combined symptoms could mean only one thing. She checked her birth control pills, counting carefully, and was confused to see she hadn't missed a single one. Frowning, she turned to her calendar. No, it wasn't that time of the month, either. Now she knew something was wrong. Elly rushed into school earlier than usual to talk with the nurse on campus.
"I don't know what's wrong," she told her nervously. "I can't concentrate, I'm hot, and I ... oh god. Oh no."
The older woman smiled at her. "Figured it out, then? This is induced heat. Not like your natural cycles, no. This one is caused by a reaction to a partner you find suitable."
"Oh, no no no no. No, I've never had one before, this can't be that..."
"Oh, girl," she chuckled softly, taking the worried woman's hand. "It's okay. A lot of anthros don't get their first until they're older. Some don't at all." She sat up, very businesslike all of a sudden, and held up three fingers.
"You've got three options. One, stay away from his scent until your heat passes. You know you can't do that, so..." she shrugged and dropped one finger. "Two: do what your heat is demanding you do. You'll have to keep that up until your heat passes naturally in a few days, or until you get pregnant." Seeing Elly's blushing face, she nodded and held the last finger up in front of her face. "Yeah. Your best option is to let him mark you."
"That's it? Can't you do something?"
"I can't halt nature," she shook her head dismissively. "I can only heal what needs to be fixed and there's nothing wrong with you." She paused, then mischievously added, "well, except maybe your taste in men. Mic? Really? That boy had it in him to move you like this?"
She laughed uproariously at Elly's shocked expression. "Go, go. I don't mean anything by it. Bring him here for a bit of privacy -" she motioned to the curtains that could be drawn around the cots in the room, "and I'll bind you up so no one sees it at school when you're done."
"Can you call him on the PA? Won't it be faster?"
"Nah. Last time he wandered in after his class was over. You need this now."
"Th - thank you." Elly took a deep breath to try and calm her wildly racing heart and mind. It didn't work. Swearing under her breath, sweating, she power walked as fast as possible to Mic's classroom and cracked open the door. "Mic? Can you uh, come here a minute?"
He grinned when he saw her and he strode over. "Whatcha need, princess?" He leaned close and she shuddered so violently he grasped her by the shoulders, alarmed. "Hey, hey... you all right? You look weird."
"Come with me to the nurse," she managed to gasp. Mic, of course, completely misunderstood and just as naturally overreacted.
"You gotta be kidding me!" He yelped as he snatched her up in his arms.
"Is Ms. Cheshire okay?"
"I'll take care of her. Keep working!" He snapped back to the kids over his shoulder as he ran out into the hall. "Ches, hey, what's wrong? What happened?"
"Tell you ... about it ... there."
He whimpered. "You better be okay."
"...be fine." Her head lolled to the side and he cradled it to his chest. He started to run and it didn't take him long to reach the nurse.
"Whoa!" The older woman put her hands up as he barged in the door. "Relax, son. You almost gave me a heart attack!"
Hizashi held his limp girlfriend out with a soft keening sound. "She keeps passing out!"
"She's okay, things will be okay. Set her down on that cot - and take that speaker off, by the way."
Mic gently set Elly down. "Uh, why?"
"It'll get in the way."
"Oooh - kayy..." He unfastened the heavy neck piece and set it aside. "Now what the shit is going on?!"
"Close the curtains." Elly raised a hand towards him. "Quick." Healing Girl did what she asked, then left the room smiling quietly to herself.
"Ches?"
"I'm in heat," she admitted with an even darker flush spreading across her cheeks. "I need you to mark me."
He scrunched his brows together, thinking back to the health initiatives they gave the students once a year. "Uh. I don't ... know what that means? Sorry?"
"You have to bite me," she told him uneasily. "On the neck."
"We're not talking a nibble, are we." He blinked.
"No. Hard. Like, really hard. You have to leave a very visible mark. And you're going to have to keep doing it for maybe like a week." She rubbed the side of her face. It was better now than before, when she had been in his arms. When he held her and she could both feel and smell him the desire grew so strong it had been pain.
"Wait, so I ..." Mic glanced around though with the curtains drawn he couldn't see if anyone was there. He lowered his voice and continued, "What you're saying is I need to - to hurt you?" He frowned, head tilting to one side with his golden mass of hair shifting behind him.
"No! I mean, I don't think it's supposed to feel like a bad pain. I've never..." She grimaced, ears folding back. "It - it's supposed to feel good."
He took a step closer. "But no one's ever done this to you before. So how do you know? I don't want to hurt you, babe."
"It's necessary!" she slapped the tiny bed in anger, furious at herself for not explaining things properly. The hormonal imbalance had gotten far too strong for her to think rationally. "I can't think, Mikey! I need, I want..." His warm hand palming her neck shut her up mid-sentence.
"Hey! Don't get all riled up," he chided. "I'll do anything for you." He stroked lightly and she had to muffle herself in his shoulder when he found her pulse. "I just wanted to be sure. So... here, then."
"Yes."
"It has to be hard? Breaking and bruising the skin?"
"Yes."
"Tell me if I go too far." He rubbed his tongue over his teeth experimentally, gauging just how rough he would have to be and feeling more than a little nervous about it.
"Yes, please, Mic... Zashi. Your scent - so close -- I can hardly bear it..."
Feeling like an ass, he bared his teeth on her, rubbing them on the unblemished skin before nibbling. He shivered at the sounds she was making, muffled into the leather jacket he wore, and opened his mouth wide. He was not prepared for her reaction to his teeth closing on that swatch of skin. His eyes popped comically open as she writhed under him, panting and moaning, desperately trying to stifle herself and unable to completely do so. He bit down harder and groaned when her hands slid roughly down his leather pants to grasp his rear. She squeezed as he bit. He stopped when he tasted a coppery tang and pulled away quickly with a small cry of regret. Elly, however, was having none of that and wrapped her legs around his waist, panting.
"More, love. More. Make it pretty, so everyone knows I'm yours."
His mouth dropped open. "Holy shit," he choked. "Yeah. Yeah, anything for you!" His mouth hungrily settled on the small ring of bloody dots, this time sucking and licking. When he pulled back a second time, tongue lolling sensuously out from between his swollen lips, she was purring.
"Thank you," she whispered.
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