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Moon looks up from the couch when she hears the door open.

"Charlie?"

But she stops, half peeking above the couch back, her green eyes wide as she sees Ruin give Jason a shove in, offer her a wink, and then close the door. The viewscreen is prattling on with some romantic movie that has been making her laugh, and she hears Mare's low warning growl when the wolf sees Jason.

Moon is naked.

Completely and utterly, settled with a bunch of blankets on the couch. Charlie had told her she didn't have to wear clothes here, and so she hasn't.

She hadn't been expecting company.

Moon stares at Jason, noticing all the subtle differences in him since she'd last seen him, and then her eyes meet his, but she doesn't have any words for him.

So she stays there, kneeling on the couch facing him.

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He shrugs, still in the doorway. "I figured since you worked so hard getting that scarf unraveled, you should be the one to get what it made."

He clears his throat. "I did have an ulterior motive though."

"Ulterior motive? For giving me a gift?"

She tilts her head. Moon wasn't as fully aware of Jason as she used to be, mainly because she'd pulled away from him, trying to honor his request to be left alone. But he's in the same room with her now, and she can't help what she senses from him.

"You're all muddled," she murmurs. "You feel bad about things, but you also feel... you feel the squidgy that can lead to smooshing." She has to think hard to find the right words, the moon too near full for perfectly lucid thinking. "Guilt and desire."

He gives a nod, clearing his throat again. He'd forgotten what a shock it could be talking to her, not being able to hide your thoughts.

"Well, I might be less muddled if you weren't standing in your bedroom naked."

He tried, but he couldn't deny the obvious attraction he felt. He's glad that he's at least wearing clothes...

Moon looks down at herself, and then up at him.

"I can cover up."

She opens the closet and pulls out one of Charlie's shirts, slipping into it and buttoning it up. It covers her down to mid-thigh, the long sleeves dipping over her hands some.

"Better?"

Jason looks her over, then scoffs and shakes his head. "Not really."

This might actually be hotter. He shakes the thought off, knowing he has to do this.

"I just...I need to apologise, Moon. I didn't treat you anywhere near how you should have been treated, and I'm sorry I did that."

Moon looks down at the floor, grasping one arm with one of her hands.

"I know you weren't yourself," she says softly. "You were treading a dark path."

"Maybe so, but I still hurt you and I'm sorry I did that," he replies just as softly.

He wants to step closer, but he refrains just yet. He'd hurt her, and regardless of whether she'd forgiven it or not, he hadn't really earned the right to be as familiar as he'd like.

"I forgave you that night," she says, her cheeks flushing slightly. "I told Charlie I forgave you. Didn't understand it, and they all tried to explain, but I didn't need to understand to forgive."

There's a soft huff at that. "Yeah, Ruin told me."

"I'm not going to deny that, yes, sometimes I just want it quick and dirty and rough. But I shouldn't have done that to you. Not like that."

He pauses, then, "And I'm sorry I told you to leave me alone. I was hurting and not thinking clearly...I don't want you to leave me alone, Moon."

Moon finally looks up.

"You don't?" she asks, a slight hopeful lilt to her voice.

He shakes his head slowly. "No. I like having you around. I'll tell you right up front: I'm not making any promises. I'm working on letting go of Khem, but I loved her; I still love her and if she came back tomorrow, I couldn't promise that I wouldn't want to see how this all could work out. But I'm not going to sit in a corner and watch someone slip by who I'm very much attracted to."

"I can see you again?"

This seems to be the only thing she's concerned with at the moment.

His expression softens. "Of course you can. As much as you want. I want to see you more; I want to see how things work between us now that I'm clean."

Her eyes shine in the bedroom light, and it's tears that make them sparkle.

"I've missed you. You were my wolf, and then you weren't, and everyone was angry and no one was happy."

"I know."

He sees and smells the tears, so he takes a step in the room and holds his arms up in offering.

"I'm working on it; things will get better. They already are a lot better." He gives her a small smile. "Still your wolf, Lady."

There is only a moment of hesitation before she steps forward, crossing the small space between them and pressing her face against Jason's neck. Her arms wrap around his waist, hugging him tightly as she sniffles.

"My wolf," she murmurs.

He holds her tight, his face pressed against her hair as he murmurs softly in her ear.

"It'll be ok now; everything will be fine."

He holds her and breathes in the scent of her, surprised how untainted his memories of her were by the cocaine: she really does smell that good.

He pulls back enough to look her in the eye. "Moon, I need to get something off my chest, though. I don't know what you want out of all this, but...I have responsibilities back home. And I enjoy them. So if you want to stick around, I need you to understand that you probably won't be the only one I..." keep it clean, Jay: this is Moon we're talking to. "...smoosh with."

Moon looks at him oddly.

"I wasn't the only one you were smooshing with before."

Had he forgotten that?

Jason shrugs. "What can I say, some women get possessive over a guy if they spend enough time with him. Especially when I get back to looking like I normally do and have to beat the women off me at the club."

He smiles at her. "So we're cool?"

Moon gives a nod, her fingers clenching in his shirt a little.

"I don't want to chain the wolf. I never did. The physical is nice, but it's not what's most important. Ruin told you my secrets. They scare you."

He drops his head almost guiltily. "Yeah, a little," he admits. "With just getting over Khemrys, and the drugs and everything that's happened...I just want some time to get to know you, Moon. I don't want to barrel headfirst into a serious relationship."

His hand raises up to just barely cup her cheek. "I appreciate it that you understand that much about me, though. You willing to give me some time to just be with each other for awhile, no pressure for anything more?"

She leans into that touch, her eyes closing as she inhales his scent, a scent she's missed.

"What more could I want?" she asks.

The old Jason who'd been missing for so long pokes through, throwing a mischievous grin at her.

"I don't know, a kiss might be nice. If you wanted one."

She smiles at him.

"Kisses are nice."

Moon pushes up on her toes a little and kisses him, a quick peck on the lips.

He rolls his eyes up, considering. "Yeah, that was a nice kiss."

He grins and leans forward, pressing his nose gently against hers. "Think I could steal another? I'm a greedy wolf."