Brigit
Her partner sure could be a party pooper. First Megan scolded Brigit for rolling on that wonderfully stinky dead fish, then Megan scolded Brigit again for licking the cream off her face. Why had she put something so yummy-smelling on her face if she didn’t want Brigit to lick it?
Megan considered herself the alpha of their two-member pack. Brigit, on the other hand, knew she was the one who was really in charge. She was smart enough to keep Megan in the dark about that fact, and obeyed—mostly—while they were on duty. But off duty? Brigit would find a way to get what she wanted.
She lay still and quiet next to Megan until she heard Megan’s breaths become slow and shallow. Brigit knew that meant her partner was asleep now. Taking the edge of the sheet in her teeth, Brigit carefully eased it back until Megan’s face was exposed. She gently put the end of her tongue on her partner’s forehead and waited to see if Megan would react.
She didn’t.
Good.
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Slowly and gently, Brigit licked the cream from Megan’s face. She had no idea what was in the stuff, but it tasted greasy and good.
At one point Megan stirred and Brigit quickly put her head down and closed her eyes. When her partner stopped moving, Brigit opened her eyes just a little bit. Megan’s were closed. The coast was clear again. She continued to gingerly swipe the goo with her tongue.
When Megan’s face was completely clean, Brigit licked her lips and put her head down on the pillow next to Megan’s. Yep, I’m the boss here.