Welcome Home

JP with Omni and Lorem

Gonyaul had made sure he had not been followed for sometime, even taking a misleading trail just to be sure. Now that he was finally back home he paused for a second to let a wave of satisfaction run through his mind. It had been a good day, paid work and now “home” to his beloved. He let the rougher parts of the day wash away in that moment. It was the right thing to bring home his best demeanor and not use any excuse to bring down the quality of their time together.

He had braided his hair decoratively on the way back because it brought him pleasure, and he hoped Voah would like it. In addition, he had washed in the river before heading home. It was remarkable around here, when wet, the dry heat would fix that in no time. Deeming himself presentable, he went to enter their hideaway.

When he neared, something felt amiss. It was his sense of smell that alerted him to the anomaly. Was that the smell of alcohol? He didn’t drink and he didn’t think they had such beverages in their possession. This instantly led him to think that something had gone wrong and perhaps other parties were on the premise.

Gonyaul proceeded with caution.

“Enustik, bu’jah, I home.” He said joyfully to mask his suspicion that he would suddenly be having to fight some intruder as he entered.

There was no immediate response.

The silence nourished his concerns like fertilizer to a growing plant. Something caught in his peripheral vision and he looked up. It was Voah with a bottle. That would explain the smell. He frowned, he wished it had been an intruder. That would have been straightforward to deal with. This was something far more serious. He called up to her from below with a wave.

“Enustik.” Trying to get her attention.

Her head fell and her eyes close for a moment before turning to him sluggishly with a somewhat shameful and weak smile. She licked her lips in thirst. She should be drinking water but she took another swig of the booze.

“Welcome home…” she said, putting on her best face for him. Then she stood up, wobbled in place and hiccuped.

Gonyaul noticed her impaired motor skills immediately. Her movements were a stark contrast to her usual gracefulness. He had better get up there fast, going down the crumbling and worn stone stairs could be hazardous.

He smiled brightly, choosing to keep his thoughts close to his chest until he had a better understanding of what was going on. “Good be home … missed you.” He signed to her. “I coming up, no move.” Gonyaul quickly went inside, into the first floor where he thought she would have been with their camp setup. In long strides he scaled up the what resembled stairs to the second floor. Was the foundation even safe up there, did she check?

When he got there he could see the sun bowing closer to the desert in the sky in the window behind her. The framing made her look like a beautiful picture. He couldn’t enjoy it though and instead moved closer to her. He was trying to think what should he say.

He looked from the bottle to her and kindly asked. “Hard day? You want share what going on?” He pointed to the bottle in her hand.

She tried to rub fuzziness from her cheeks and chin and headed over to him unsteadily, blowing out a sigh. “Hard year, rabbit.”

She put her arms around his neck, bottle still in hand, and bounced her head against him.

She wasn’t wrong. He had never seen her cope with trials and tribulations in this way before. Perhaps it was because there wasn’t alcohol present then?

He moved to her as she moved to him, to reduce the risk of her stumbling when he was too far to catch her. Taking her gladly in his arms he looked down to her in agreement.

“Yes, many hard things in year. Also many good things too.” He tried to encourage.

She couldn’t deny that. There were good things that came in the last year, but the cost was inner turmoil and the ire of her faith.

“Yes, hard things and good things…” she smiled at him and unceremoniously grabbed the front of his pants in drunken jest and lust.

Gonyaul grinned and was trying to catch those wayward moving hands. Oh how he didn’t want to though. He wanted his fox to take what she wanted, to grab what she willed. But not like this. She wasn’t herself in this state. He didn’t want their first time to be something she may regret or not remember. Plus, it felt like he would be taking advantage of her lowered inhibitions.

He was able to grab her wrists by distracting her long enough with a kiss to the lips.

He was totally unprepared for what he experienced. Alcohol had rarely touched his lips. She had been drinking at her natalday celebration but this was different. He had to fight back a gag reflex. He experienced the softness of her lips, but the strong taste and smell was overpowering.

To avoid her breath, in one motion he spun her around so that her back was pressing into his front and wrapped her up in his arms. He was still holding her wrists so it made her cross her arms across her chest. This in turn caused her bosom to squeeze together in a most pleasing way. Gonyaul shook his head to try and clear his thoughts and simultaneously released a wrist to try and get the bottle from her.

Voah knew Gonyaul was avoiding her very forward advances, even in her stupor. She let him take the bottle.

“…I’m a disappointment to you too, nnn? You and everybody else. To my faith, to this city that rejects me, to myself… to my mother.”