Sharon and Bigby (Feb 21)
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om_mainSharon and Bigby snuggle and play.
Sharon was idly searching for entertainment when she came upon Bigby in the common room. She wandered in and with very little fanfare plopped herself in his lap. She would have turned into a cat, but she'd stolen one of Steve's shirts and didn't want to accidentally lose it. She gave Bigby's shoulder a nuzzle.
"Johnny still asleep?" she asked. "What are we watching?"
Suddenly having his lap full of cat-girl was a surprise, but Bigby took it in stride. If it were anyone else (other than John, of course), he be uncomfortable, but he’d quickly learned this kind of thing was normal for her, and was in the process of getting used to it. Physical affection wasn’t always easy for him.
“Yeah, he is,” he answered, settling back so she’d have more room and putting an arm around her. “And it’s a history program about gangs in the Five Points in New York during the mid-19th century.”
"Huh." History wasn't her favorite thing so far, but this was one of those areas where Bigby and Steve's tastes overlapped and she'd grown to soak in this kind of programming without comment. She snuggled in to stay.
The way Sharon curled in was so cat-like that Bigby had to smile. She’d been a cat far longer than he’d been a wolf, but he could relate to how those things sometimes just spilled over. He gave her back a little rub and without looking away from the TV, he asked, “Does Steve know you took his shirt?” There was an undercurrent of amusement in his voice.
She purred softly, subtly shifting more toward cat to show her appreciation. "Probably. He's happy as long as I wear clothes. Oh well if it's his."
That got a rare laugh out of Bigby. “He really shouldn’t leave those things lying around if he doesn’t want you borrowing them,” he joked, voice warm with remnants of laughter.
She smiled. "Steve's clothes are better. They smell like him. Or Tony. Way better than fashion." Which his friends had tried to teach her more about, but Sharon's sense of personal style mostly involved not wearing clothing.
Bigby absently rubbed Sharon’s back again, wondering if liking things that had someone’s smell on them was a shifter thing. “Johnny’s clothes are better for that reason too.” He chuckled. “I wouldn’t be able to fit into them though.”
"Make him wear scarves, or give him your shirt for a night," she suggested. She chuckled, low and rumbling. "His shirts. Too small, or too loud? You're quieter."
“Much,” Bigby agreed with a quiet, fond chuckle. Everything about John was loud. “It looks good on him. Wouldn’t on me.” Lending John one of his shirts was a good idea though. He’d have to ask. Maybe. It was a weird fucking question to ask.
Sharon nuzzled. "John is good people. I like him."
Bigby smiled, “I do too.” Not just liked. He was pretty sure he, well...
The program ended and Bigby picked up the remote, turning off the TV. “You’re good people too,” he told Sharon.
"Flattery." She tapped him with her tail. "You are good people and also pretty wolf. Can we play? One day, please?"
“How about right now?” Bigby had already stretched his legs today, but he never was against going out again, and he’d been wanting to shift with Sharon for awhile now.
She smiled brightly. "Yes!" That was a good enough reason to get off his lap, which she did after hugging and nuzzling him happily.
Bigby stood as well and went for the front door, holding it open for Sharon before following her outside. “Right over here?” He crossed the grounds to the spot he usually ducked behind to change out of his clothes and did just that, padding out after as a wolf.
Sharon started shifting as she reached to remove her dress. She was learning to slow through her hybrid state for the sake of human modesty. Once the clothes weren't an issue, she sped the change immediately to big cat. She leapt to playfully try and tackle Bigby.
Leaping away, Bigby woofed at Sharon. He bounded away, sending the thin layer of snow from the recent storm up in poofs of white, and dropped into a play bow. Come on! Come get me! He growled playfully, tail wagging.
She took off after him, filled with joy because he was big and strong, and she wouldn't have to hold back.
Bigby whirled around and raced off, letting Sharon give chase. He cut across the grounds, running without restraint, finding himself for the first time up against someone who could match him and speed and strength.
Sharon herded him toward the woods, giving them more obstacles to play around.
Sprinting into the woods, Bigby plowed through some underground, sending snow up in a spray. He dodged around a tree, trying to cut behind Sharon so he could tackle her.
Instead of dodging Sharon rolled as soon as he was on her, tumbling with him and nipping playfully.
Bigby growled playfully, tugging on the scruff of Sharon’s neck. That the best you’ve got?
She rolled and full out tackled him, giving a small yowl of amusement.
Bigby didn’t fight against the hit, instead letting it take him to the ground. He rolled, pushing at the bulk of purple fur and muscle with his back feet, mouth opening and searching for something to grab onto.
What he got at first was a fluffy mane of hair. At this rate, they were going to be a mess. Fortunately, their more fragile companions weren't here to witness the play, which might appear violent, but was all in good fun.
They wrestled across the forest floor, kicking up snow and undergrowth. With a play-growl, Bigby twisted himself out from underneath Sharon and tried to pin her with his large paws.
They continued like this for a good stretch of time. The tussling ended after Sharon had finally managed to knock Bigby over again, and once she'd settled on top of him she nuzzled instead of play fighting. Sharon gave his face a lick and after nuzzling his furry cheeks again for good measure she climbed off of Bigby. Crooking her tail, she gestured back in the direction of the school.
Rolling onto his feet, Bigby shook out his coat. Bits of loose fur and flakes of snow went flying through the air. He woofed an agreement and then trotted back toward the school, pausing along the way to pick up his bundled clothes in his mouth. There had to be a better system for this than being one of the lucky few who could shift with their clothes on.
At the front entrance, Bigby nosed the door open and went inside.
Sharon paused before following, not bothering to wait until they were inside to change back, tossing her dress on quickly once she was human enough. She had a collection of oversized coats kicking around at this point, since they were easy to shrug on. She followed Bigby inside once she was people-decent.
Not knowing if his roommate would be awake yet, or still sleeping, Bigby just padded back into the rec room. He dropped his bundle on the floor, and then, instead of shifting back, kept going. Rounding the couch, he lay down in front of it, stretching out on his side. The floor was cool in a way that felt good after all that rough housing, even though it had been done out in the snow.
Sharon followed him up. She reached down to ruffle human fingers through his fur. "Huff if you need a blanket to change," she said, curling up above him on the couch. "Pretty wolf."
Bigby stretched again at the fingers in his fur, and then turned his head to look back at Sharon.
She leaned down and nuzzled her cheek against his, regardless of the fact that he was a massive wolf and she was just a girl right now. "Thank you for running with me."
You’re welcome. Bigby wagged his tail, and gave Sharon a nuzzle back.
She kissed him soundly on top of his fuzzy head.
Sharon was idly searching for entertainment when she came upon Bigby in the common room. She wandered in and with very little fanfare plopped herself in his lap. She would have turned into a cat, but she'd stolen one of Steve's shirts and didn't want to accidentally lose it. She gave Bigby's shoulder a nuzzle.
"Johnny still asleep?" she asked. "What are we watching?"
Suddenly having his lap full of cat-girl was a surprise, but Bigby took it in stride. If it were anyone else (other than John, of course), he be uncomfortable, but he’d quickly learned this kind of thing was normal for her, and was in the process of getting used to it. Physical affection wasn’t always easy for him.
“Yeah, he is,” he answered, settling back so she’d have more room and putting an arm around her. “And it’s a history program about gangs in the Five Points in New York during the mid-19th century.”
"Huh." History wasn't her favorite thing so far, but this was one of those areas where Bigby and Steve's tastes overlapped and she'd grown to soak in this kind of programming without comment. She snuggled in to stay.
The way Sharon curled in was so cat-like that Bigby had to smile. She’d been a cat far longer than he’d been a wolf, but he could relate to how those things sometimes just spilled over. He gave her back a little rub and without looking away from the TV, he asked, “Does Steve know you took his shirt?” There was an undercurrent of amusement in his voice.
She purred softly, subtly shifting more toward cat to show her appreciation. "Probably. He's happy as long as I wear clothes. Oh well if it's his."
That got a rare laugh out of Bigby. “He really shouldn’t leave those things lying around if he doesn’t want you borrowing them,” he joked, voice warm with remnants of laughter.
She smiled. "Steve's clothes are better. They smell like him. Or Tony. Way better than fashion." Which his friends had tried to teach her more about, but Sharon's sense of personal style mostly involved not wearing clothing.
Bigby absently rubbed Sharon’s back again, wondering if liking things that had someone’s smell on them was a shifter thing. “Johnny’s clothes are better for that reason too.” He chuckled. “I wouldn’t be able to fit into them though.”
"Make him wear scarves, or give him your shirt for a night," she suggested. She chuckled, low and rumbling. "His shirts. Too small, or too loud? You're quieter."
“Much,” Bigby agreed with a quiet, fond chuckle. Everything about John was loud. “It looks good on him. Wouldn’t on me.” Lending John one of his shirts was a good idea though. He’d have to ask. Maybe. It was a weird fucking question to ask.
Sharon nuzzled. "John is good people. I like him."
Bigby smiled, “I do too.” Not just liked. He was pretty sure he, well...
The program ended and Bigby picked up the remote, turning off the TV. “You’re good people too,” he told Sharon.
"Flattery." She tapped him with her tail. "You are good people and also pretty wolf. Can we play? One day, please?"
“How about right now?” Bigby had already stretched his legs today, but he never was against going out again, and he’d been wanting to shift with Sharon for awhile now.
She smiled brightly. "Yes!" That was a good enough reason to get off his lap, which she did after hugging and nuzzling him happily.
Bigby stood as well and went for the front door, holding it open for Sharon before following her outside. “Right over here?” He crossed the grounds to the spot he usually ducked behind to change out of his clothes and did just that, padding out after as a wolf.
Sharon started shifting as she reached to remove her dress. She was learning to slow through her hybrid state for the sake of human modesty. Once the clothes weren't an issue, she sped the change immediately to big cat. She leapt to playfully try and tackle Bigby.
Leaping away, Bigby woofed at Sharon. He bounded away, sending the thin layer of snow from the recent storm up in poofs of white, and dropped into a play bow. Come on! Come get me! He growled playfully, tail wagging.
She took off after him, filled with joy because he was big and strong, and she wouldn't have to hold back.
Bigby whirled around and raced off, letting Sharon give chase. He cut across the grounds, running without restraint, finding himself for the first time up against someone who could match him and speed and strength.
Sharon herded him toward the woods, giving them more obstacles to play around.
Sprinting into the woods, Bigby plowed through some underground, sending snow up in a spray. He dodged around a tree, trying to cut behind Sharon so he could tackle her.
Instead of dodging Sharon rolled as soon as he was on her, tumbling with him and nipping playfully.
Bigby growled playfully, tugging on the scruff of Sharon’s neck. That the best you’ve got?
She rolled and full out tackled him, giving a small yowl of amusement.
Bigby didn’t fight against the hit, instead letting it take him to the ground. He rolled, pushing at the bulk of purple fur and muscle with his back feet, mouth opening and searching for something to grab onto.
What he got at first was a fluffy mane of hair. At this rate, they were going to be a mess. Fortunately, their more fragile companions weren't here to witness the play, which might appear violent, but was all in good fun.
They wrestled across the forest floor, kicking up snow and undergrowth. With a play-growl, Bigby twisted himself out from underneath Sharon and tried to pin her with his large paws.
They continued like this for a good stretch of time. The tussling ended after Sharon had finally managed to knock Bigby over again, and once she'd settled on top of him she nuzzled instead of play fighting. Sharon gave his face a lick and after nuzzling his furry cheeks again for good measure she climbed off of Bigby. Crooking her tail, she gestured back in the direction of the school.
Rolling onto his feet, Bigby shook out his coat. Bits of loose fur and flakes of snow went flying through the air. He woofed an agreement and then trotted back toward the school, pausing along the way to pick up his bundled clothes in his mouth. There had to be a better system for this than being one of the lucky few who could shift with their clothes on.
At the front entrance, Bigby nosed the door open and went inside.
Sharon paused before following, not bothering to wait until they were inside to change back, tossing her dress on quickly once she was human enough. She had a collection of oversized coats kicking around at this point, since they were easy to shrug on. She followed Bigby inside once she was people-decent.
Not knowing if his roommate would be awake yet, or still sleeping, Bigby just padded back into the rec room. He dropped his bundle on the floor, and then, instead of shifting back, kept going. Rounding the couch, he lay down in front of it, stretching out on his side. The floor was cool in a way that felt good after all that rough housing, even though it had been done out in the snow.
Sharon followed him up. She reached down to ruffle human fingers through his fur. "Huff if you need a blanket to change," she said, curling up above him on the couch. "Pretty wolf."
Bigby stretched again at the fingers in his fur, and then turned his head to look back at Sharon.
She leaned down and nuzzled her cheek against his, regardless of the fact that he was a massive wolf and she was just a girl right now. "Thank you for running with me."
You’re welcome. Bigby wagged his tail, and gave Sharon a nuzzle back.
She kissed him soundly on top of his fuzzy head.
