Logan Chapter 112

-Logan-

It’s nice, if a little strange, to have Emory taking on the traditional duties of our Luna. I knew intellectually that she would- it’s what’s expected of her as my mate, and the elders have been asking for a Luna for years now- but the reality of the situation is a little like having an archaeologist travel back in time to study you. She’s asking me questions about all these traditions that I’ve never put much thought into before and then nodding her head and assuming “religion” when I don’t have a direct answer. It makes me glad that the ancient peoples presumably haven’t had to deal with it. Or maybe time traveling created an alternate universe where it did happen and got recorded but the whole rest of history was different because the historians interfered. Much smarter people than me will never know.

I’m doing my level best to get ready for work on Monday and have an earnest, important conversation with Emory at the same time. I’m mourning the end of our necessary closeness at work a little now that I have to go into the office without her. She’s here, learning to be a kickass Luna, and I don’t get to smell her near me or tease her between meetings until I come back home. I’ll spend my day missing her, now. Thinking that doesn’t make me like this conversation any more, though.

“So why the turn of the season? Was it a nature-worship kind of thing? Do I need to make themed foods? Are there traditional foods? You’re very sweet for missing me already, but I have things I need to know if I’m going to do this well!” It’s endearing in a way, how earnestly she’s pursuing this when the only people who will know if she’s doing anything wrong are the ones who are too old to be pleased by anything, anyway.

“Wouldn’t Nanny be the perfect person to ask about traditional foods, baby? I feel like if there were themed foods, they would just be whatever was in season at that time. If you really think about it, doesn’t it make more sense to have everyone hunt their own dinner on four legs anyway?” I’m only a little exasperated as I lean down to put my socks on without muffling my voice too much for her human ears.

“Nanny just wants to try new, exciting things so she can piss off Elias. Has there ever been a thing between the two of them? They bicker like kids with a crush. I half think she’s just poking at him to get his attention and try to loosen him up enough to get him to date her.” Emory’s face goes thoughtful as her mind clicks over to possible matchmaking. I try not to be nauseated.

I suppress a full-body shudder at the thought of Nanny and Elias having anything that could be described as a thing together. They’re older than most buildings around here and Nanny was like a grandmother to me growing up. They can’t be going around being… intimate with each other. It would just be too gross. “Then maybe ask Elias, if he knows enough about the food to be pissed off about it?” I offer, deciding that the conversation we had been in the middle of wasn’t so bad, after all.

Emory sees right through me, of course. “Like I would talk to Elias for any reason that isn’t dire. No. Besides, Nanny deserves to be happy, don’t you think? Everyone deserves to have physical intimacy in some form or fashion. She’s more than earned whatever happiness she can find.” She laughs at the look on my face, but releases me from this evil train of thought. “Anyway, have a good day at work, sweetie. Make good decisions. Try not to make Anna’s life hard. She will be my friend one day. I’ll make sure of it. She just doesn’t know it yet.”

I laugh at her unfailingly good heart. Of course she’s forgiven Anna’s snark way before I have. That’s such an “Emory” thing to do. Only the very most forgiving person could have dealt with Cora for a solid decade like my mate did, and she’s earned every bit of patience she possesses now. “If you say so, baby. Come give me a kiss for luck. I have a lot of investors I have to deal with today.” Emory comes over to give me a peck on the lips, but of course that’s not enough to start a day on. I pull her into my lap so I can devour her mouth properly and grab a handful of her ass while I’m at it. If I have to deal with investors asking about my sex life all day, I’m going to enjoy that sex life as much as I possibly can.

Emory stiffens a bit in my arms, distracted from the kiss a bit. I won’t let her up so she can ask her question out loud, so she thinks it at me as I bite her lower lip for her lack of attention. *Wait, what was that bit about the investors? What’s going on?* I distract her quickly enough with a hard smack on the ass before I deepen our kiss, demanding her full attention in her body rather than her mind. When I pull away from her because I’m risking a late start otherwise, she has a soft smile on her face and her eyelids are at half mast.

“Don’t worry about anything today, baby. Have fun with the menus and any of the other traditions. I guarantee that everyone will just be glad to have a sense of community again. I love you!” I make sure to keep my mind on her body as I leave for work. When that won’t work without giving me an erection, I talk to Silverson about how often we’re still being followed and who by. Turns out it’s most of the time, and by the same types of people. Nondescript white men in shitty older sedans. I take a deep breath once Silverson pulls up to the door to drop me off. We’re not positive on our range for the telepathy yet, but I know I’m safe once I get to the office, and I spend as much time as I can strategizing with Anna before my first meeting.