Kyn 3: Feral

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with her tongue...
    Ok, she was definitely a pervert! Her hands flew to her cheeks as heat flooded them. It was one thing to lust after a guy when he was conscious and asking for it but quite another to still do it when he was sleeping and holding a baby. Just how low could you get?

    She shook her head, crossed the room to get to her bag. A quick search through the organised chaos of the contents and she located her phone by touch, drawing it out of the bag and flipped it open as she turned. Only to find Feral watching her, his dark eyes unreadable.
    “That won't work, Kyn don't pick up on camera's well,” His voice was barely more than a whisper so he didn't wake the sleeping baby. “Like not at all,”
    Tessa frowned, pouting slightly in her disappointment. It would have made such a cute picture as well! She flipped the phone shut and slid it back into her bag, saying the first thing that came to mind. “So how do you get a driver's license then?”
    “Who said I had a license?”
    “What?” Tessa squawked, the shrill sound making Spud jump a little. Feral glared at her warningly, soothing him back into sleep. If he wasn't a Vampire, he'd make a great dad Tessa thought to herself absently, before her indignation at being driven by someone without a license got the better of her again. “You don't have a license? You shouldn't be driving at all then! What if you got caught?”
    Feral just shrugged, rocking the baby in his arms on automatic. “Jedi mind tricks remember? What else am I supposed to do? We don't photograph and I don't have a birth certificate. Not easy to get a license without those,”
    She nibbled her lip, caught out once again making assumptions. She hadn't had a lot to do with Kyn before. In fact Feral was pretty much the only one she'd done more than nod at.
    “He's gone back,” Feral's deep voice was still quieter than normal as he levered himself up from the bed, his posture rigid as he kept the little boy held in his arms in the same position as he'd fallen asleep, a look of contentment on his tiny face. She watched as Feral carefully placed him in the travel cot Jane had sent up to them, making sure he was tucked in nice and tight.
    Her heart melted again, a sense of amazement filled her again at the gentleness he showed towards the baby. She knew he had issues with Pixies. There was an edge in his voice at times; a flash of anger in his eyes, when he spoke about them that tipped her off. It wasn't surprising, the Pixie race as a whole weren't a nice one. It was one of the reasons the women were peeling off, choosing to live and marry among the humans. It was a better life.
    Feral straightened up, watched Spud for a moment then turned to her. “He's asleep,”
    he announced with pride, a smile spreading over his face.
    The smile hit Tessa like a speeding bullet, her heart fluttered in her chest. Feral was dangerous, not just physically in that 'mess with me and I'll rip your limbs off' sort of way, but dangerous in other ways too. Something deep inside her, something inherently feminine, told her he was dangerous emotionally as well. Without much effort she could fall for him and fall badly.
    She tried to ignore the feeling as they settled in on the double bed to watch an old film Feral found on one of the channels. It was strange but, despite the day she had, followed by all the excitement of the evening, she wasn't tired yet. But it didn't matter, they could sleep in late in the morning. Until the sun went down they were pretty much trapped here so they might as well make the most of it.
    “This is terrible,” she commented, indicating the screen. “And I'm bored,”
    He slid her a sideways glance, arching an eyebrow. “Bored? You can't be... this is a classic!” he said, his voice aghast even as his eyes twinkled with laughter. Tessa studied the screen again, which showed some kind of car chase which never seemed to end.
    “Yeah, right,” she muttered. “Classic my

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