Luc walked over to the tent and called Meg’s name. “Meg, wake up, dinner’s ready. Come on and eat,” he said.
Meg rubbed her eyes, grabbed her jeans and stuffed her feet in her boots. Whatever Luc had cooked smelled heavenly. She walked slowly over to where he stood. Meg still felt relaxed from the great sex.
“Here you go Meg,” said Luc handing her a bowl of noodles. He sat her coffee down next to her. Picking up his own bowl, he began to eat.
“Mmmm, this is good,” she said.
“I do my best.”
“Much better than the peanut butter sandwiches I usually end up eating,” said Meg.
“Huh?” asked Luc.
“After the first day, I tend to just eat pbj’s. Easier as I’m not the best cook,” she said.
Luc nodded. He knew lots of women who didn’t cook well. Not many admitted it as readily as Meg did. “Mom made sure all of us could cook. Doesn’t do well to have hungry werewolves around,” he said.
Meg nodded. It made sense. Then other questions ran through her mind. “Are you sure this isn’t contagious?” she asked.
“Nope! Although you can get pregnant and have a shifter,” he said.”Shit! We never did discuss birth control,” he thought.
“Guess it’s a good thing I’m on the pill!” she said.
“Yeah, that helps, but sometimes it doesn’t. We are really fertile, so here’s hoping. I should have used condoms.”
“They make condoms big enough?” she asked.
“Just. Magnum extra large just about works if we shift,” he said.
“Damn! You change size during sex?” she asked.
“Yeah. My cock, my tongue, me,” he said with a smile.
“Have to admit, it is a really nice change,” Meg said.
“Oh?” he asked.
“Do you have any idea of how many dinky dicks are out there? Or, men who don’t know what to do with their cocks, fingers or tongues?” she asked.
Luc thought about it for a moment. Women had always liked sex with him, and while he knew some of it was due to the whole shifter thing, the rest he wasn’t sure of. He’d never asked. “Meg, no, I don’t know.”
“Far too many!!! You said you were average sized on the dating site. Let me tell you, hon, you are hung. Not the biggest I’ve ever seen… Not counting that size change thing you do, but you are nice. Real nice. And, you know how to use your tongue and your fingers. Luc, you are a dream. Most men I know last five minutes if I’m lucky.”
“Damn. I… I didn’t know,” he said. He stood up and took her bowl and set it next to the water heating up to wash dishes. He added his own plus the cup to the pile.
“You may be weird by being a werewolf, but otherwise, you are wonderful,” she said.
“Gee, thanks!” he said in a joking tone.
“No, really! Even if you weren’t a shifter, you are so much better than a lot of guys,” she said.
Luc thought about that as he washed up the dishes. He wondered if it was just him or the way his mom had growled manners into him. In all honesty, he didn’t know what to think, as he’d never had a woman honest enough to say anything to him.
“So, does this mean you’d consider dating me once we got back to the city?” he asked.
“Oh yeah,” she said as they packed up the last of the stuff and hung it back in the tree. “You ready for round four?” she asked.
“Why, I thought you’d never ask!” said Luc as he picked her up and walked back to the tent.
***
The next morning, they broke camp early. Meg was so sore that she couldn’t even think about sex. Last night had been another romp that ended up with her eyes crossed and she swore for a moment that she even passed out. This morning, Luc had been rather wound up about getting camp broke and headed down the mountain. She figured she’d wait until they were on the trail before she asked.
“Hey Luc, why the hurry this morning?” she asked about ten minutes after they left camp.
“It’s gonna rain,” he said.
“It rained yesterday and you didn’t panic,” she said.
“I know, but this storm is a big one. We have two small river crossings to make and I don’t want to get cut off,” he said.
“Oh, okay. I was just confused and,” was as far as she got.
Luc stopped, turned around and put his hand under her chin to bring her eyes up to his. “Before you start wondering if this is how I blow off dates, don’t. You’re the first person I’ve been around in years that hasn’t freaked. I am not blowing you off, I just don’t want to drown.”
“Okay then, let’s go,” she said.
They got about a third of the way down the mountain when the rain hit. They threw their ponchos on, but it didn’t help. As Luc thought, the rain was not the easy gentle downpour of the day before. This was a vertical flood. Pretty soon, the trail was a small stream. They got to the first river crossing, and the water was higher, but not impassable. Luc helped Meg over and then they headed down the trail as fast as they could.
“Are we going to make it?” she called out over the noise of the rain.
“I think so. The water wasn’t too bad there. Just keep moving,” he said.
The rain got heavier. Thirty minutes later, they reached the next crossing. The water was lapping over the logs. Luc took off his pack and motioned for Meg to do the same.
“Why are we taking off our packs?” she asked.
“I’m going to toss them over and then we are crossing. If you go down, try to keep your head up. There are a lot of rocks right here that are hidden by the water,” he said.
Meg nodded. She watched as he seemed to grow taller and broader. He was shifting just a little, which she guessed would give him more muscle strength. Luc grabbed her pack first and lofted it over the river crossing. It landed a good twenty feet away from the other side. Then he grabbed his pack. It landed about ten feet away from the river.
“Wow!” Meg said.
“Yesh, Now chom ohn,” he said. “Hate trying to talk in this half form,” he thought.