She sways against him for a moment longer, though the reminder of some of the accessories waiting in her apartment makes her light up with a lazy little smile. “Come on.”
Down the hall is not actually a very long trek, and once they’re through the front door, they are greeted by the large, shaggy beast that is Huan. He is not the run-up-and-jump kind of dog; Hasi scritches his ears for a moment. She is aware that her skirt is completely hiked up and is happy not giving a damn (if anything, she figures it gives Mitchell a view).
“Hi, baby,” she says to Huan, “don’t mind us, I’ll let you out for a run later.”
She’s only been gone a couple of hours, so she’s not worried he’ll get restless and chew something up. Huan is, however, looking at Mitchell with a canine expression that can only be characterized as “judgment.” In the meantime, Hasibe is heading for the hallway to her bedroom, shedding boots as she goes, coat tossed haphazardly on the floor. She looks at Mitchell over her shoulder, aware that he likes to keep her tethered to one place, and deliberately stirring up that instinct to restrain by going on ahead of him to her bedroom, where the door is open. She’s doing a decent job pretending she isn’t kind of dying to just get alone with him already, but there’s a betrayal of that false composure in her eyes.
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Down the hall is not actually a very long trek, and once they’re through the front door, they are greeted by the large, shaggy beast that is Huan. He is not the run-up-and-jump kind of dog; Hasi scritches his ears for a moment. She is aware that her skirt is completely hiked up and is happy not giving a damn (if anything, she figures it gives Mitchell a view).
“Hi, baby,” she says to Huan, “don’t mind us, I’ll let you out for a run later.”
She’s only been gone a couple of hours, so she’s not worried he’ll get restless and chew something up. Huan is, however, looking at Mitchell with a canine expression that can only be characterized as “judgment.” In the meantime, Hasibe is heading for the hallway to her bedroom, shedding boots as she goes, coat tossed haphazardly on the floor. She looks at Mitchell over her shoulder, aware that he likes to keep her tethered to one place, and deliberately stirring up that instinct to restrain by going on ahead of him to her bedroom, where the door is open. She’s doing a decent job pretending she isn’t kind of dying to just get alone with him already, but there’s a betrayal of that false composure in her eyes.
“Maybe the leash is a good idea.”