When did things get so busy?

Felix sighed and stretched out on the couch. He was tired... that little brat downstairs had made his ears hurt from all her screaming, and he was getting a headache from it.. he had already taken some muggle medicines, but he wasn't exactly in the best mood. Naomi was out doing whatever the hell she got so busy doing these days, and he was alone for the time being. Wishing for his girl again. That chick downstairs.. well sure he had made her kiss him.. but that was because he was frustrated, both sexually and mentally. He hadn't had very good prey for a while, and he was pretty much pissed off at the world. He missed Naomi, he was already growing tired of his new plaything that he kept to keep his mind preoccupied when Naomi ran off like she had started doing oh so frequently to go play with her little pack.. and he was tired of it all.

His mind had been overworked to extremes... the girl had brought up his mother, and now his mind lay pondering that. His mother was in America as far as he knew.. with his little sister... not knowing what was going on in England.. not knowing that her son was now extremely feared in the place she had left. Not knowing that he would make it big in the Death Eaters soon.. or that he had been saved from Azkaban by Grindelwald himself.. she didn't know.. Felix stood up and started to pace the room, snapping his fingers agitatedly. It had been a while since he had done that.. but he was overworking his mind. He had already brushed his teeth until they were shining again, and he had changed his clothes and showered so that he didn't have to worry about smelling bad, but he was still angry, and he just wanted to see Naomi again.

Naomi dished out the galleons to her pack. They were almost like the mafia now. They all offered Naomi their abilities and loyalty, and she offered them into her pack, which meant she protected them and helped them rise to power. She also liked to give them some money, just because not all of them had steady jobs- it was hard for a werewolf after all.

"Alexis, Nestor, Carlyn, Colby, Hoover," she said the name of each as she dropped the coins into their hands, though at the last man, she felt fingers grasping hers. She looked up to see Hoover staring intently at her. She blinked at him and pulled her hand away, her eyes giving him a warning. She stepped up onto the porch of her home, looking at her pack.

"Thank you," she said. "I'll let you know when your services are required again." They all nodded and began to disperse. She turned and began to step towards the door. She felt breath on the back of her neck and she froze, turning around. Hoover loomed over her and he walked forward, backing her against the door. This was the first time he had advanced on her, though she always felt his eyes. In werewolf form, she senses the lust. She had never addressed it, though she was certain she had seen him staring at her before. She knew that Felix had noticed and did not trust Hoover but this was the first time he had ever done something to really cause need for worry.

"Hoover," she stated. He reached a large hand up to brush back her straightened hair, one of the things she did to disguise herself. He tucked it behind her ear and her arm shot out and grabbed his hand. He smiled a wolfish smile and said, "It's all I want for now. Good night, Mrs Barker."

He turned and left and she stared after him. There was something odd about Hoover, something she could not quite place, but he had taken her by surprise for sure. She turned and took a deep breath before reaching out and unlocking the door with her key. She slipped inside and closed it.

She walked into the kitchen and grabbed a beer, before looking in the fridge to find nothing. Felix had known she had planned on being out late, albeit she had stayed out later than she had thought she would be, but she had been looking forward to eating when she got home. He must have gotten caught up with the latest bimbo.

She walked into the living room where he was sprawled out. She swigged the beer and set it down on the coffee table, walking over to the wall where a mirror was hanging. "No dinner?" she asked, quirking an eyebrow as she pulled up her hair in one hand. She twisted it up with one hand and adjusted her makeup, before pointing her wand at her hair. Slowly... very slowly, the straightened spell began to loosen and give way to curls.

Felix heard the pack outside suddenly, and he went to the window peeking out, watching as she gave them their money and they started to leave, when suddenly Hoover, the one who had been eying Naomi for a while now, pushed her up against the door, and then was gone. Felix felt his fists clenching, and jealousy flaring through him. Was Naomi cheating on him? Doubt gripped his chest, and he felt nearly suffocated. Fear flooded his veins, and his whole world seemed to be crashing in around him. Naomi.. HIS Naomi.. his future wife.. his love... his lover... was cheating on him. He heard the front door open, and the fridge open up also, a clink of a can, and Naomi walked into the room, saying something about dinner.

"A bit late.. aren't you?" He asked, feeling suddenly very dangerous, walking up behind Naomi, and looking over her shoulder at his own reflection. He looked dangerous, his eyes were dark, and he felt himself wrap his arms around her waist, drawing her to him. He could feel the tension in his body that longed for release, and he was growing agitated, seeing his lovely woman.. out doing god knows what with that pack of hers.. "Did you have a nice night?" He asked, his voice dark, his eyes darker, reaching forward and slowly taking her beer from her, setting it on the mantle piece beside them, and glaring into her eyes, through the reflection. "Have any idea how long I've waited for you to get home?" He could feel his grip tightening.. and jealous overtook him for a moment, as he smelt her hair, burying his face into her shoulder.

Felix came up behind her and still she focused on running her hands through her hair, to relieve any tangles- her hair had always been prone to tangling and it irritated her to no end. The day had been spent spreading threats and settling some business with Carlyn and Nestor's living conditions.. They had been on the verge of losing their apartment until Naomi had shook the landlord up a little.

Her eyes remained trained on her own reflection, watching the curls slowly begin to overtake her blonde hair. "Yeah, Nestor and Carlyn's landlord was a little more stubborn than I assumed. And one of the men we were supposed to be threatening apparently was just a middleman, so we wasted a lot of time finding him and now we have to go out and find the real deal. He's been threatening some of our territory."

He asked about her night and she looked up. Oh boy, was he male PMSing again? He had been so pissy lately, and she was off working so hard to make sure the pack was a success which only meant to benefit them. She had started it to save him after all. "Fine," she said shortly, her eyes on his now. "Yours? Have fun with your little bimbo?"

Naomi often referred to any girls he took hostage as sluts and whores and more colorful names, because she did not like the time he spent alone with them. She loved him and knew he would not betray her, but she did not think they worthy of so much one on one time with him. That was her right, not theirs and at the end of the day, it made her even more moody.

"No, I don't," she replied, looking back at herself as she set her wand on the top of the mirror, running her hands through her hair. "Not long enough for dinner to get cold, apparently. Next time, I'll assume you won't leave me anything and I'll make dinner apart of the night's events, then."

Felix could feel himself bristling. He hated when she got into these moods. These 'I'm the man of the house' moods, and he needed to show her where her place actually was. In her pack, she could do whatever the hell she wanted.. but not at home. Felix's eyes were glaring into hers, watching as she noticed his bad mood, and still angering him further about dinner not being done. "As far Is I knew.. it's the woman's job of the house to make Dinner." He growled into her ear. "Last I saw that was you.." He pressed against her from behind, and one hand moved up her side, to her arm, and then up to her shoulder, before gently grabbing the side of her neck, touching the flesh there, and glaring into her eyes as he did so.

"Where did the attitude come from Missy?" He asked, growling into her ear again, his other hand dipping from her waist to gently rub along her hip, holding onto her neck still, running his fingers lightly over the soft skin that graced her perfect throat. He didn't like the way she was looking at him though, it was slowly starting to piss him off, and he could feel his nails digging into her neck, very slightly, the other hand gripping down on her leg. "I saw him." He growled into her ear, looking exactly as dangerous as the pictures around town made him out to be. "I saw him touch you... Why did you let him?" Jealous flared in his eyes, and his hand down at her leg, moved up to grip her wrist. "What were you really doing Naomi? Out with your little pack.. did you have fun with that one? The brute that won't take his eyes off of you.. if he touches you again, I'll kill him." He whispered, eyes staring hard into Naomi's through the reflection.

She was busying herself on her appearance because it was one of those things from her od life she still cared about. She had pretty much lost or given up everything since she had been brought together with Felix, but the careful maintenance of her appearance was one of the few things that made her feel like she was not completely different, like she was still herself. It also reminded her she was still a woman, for she often had to take on the role of a man in the pack.

Felix was in a mood. At his words, her eyes flashed up to his and she said in a slow voice, her words sripping with sarcasm, "I seemed to have mistaken you for something other than a chauvinist, my apologies." Where was all this male supremecy coming from. Last she remembered, he didn't mind cooking, and sometimes enjoyed it really.

His hand came to her neck and she rolled her head a little, making his grip less constricting and viewing her chin. "What attitude? You know how puppies get on an empty stomach," she replied drolly- she liked pointing out the fact that she was a werewolf when he got like this because she suspected he resented her for becoming one.

He began to dig into her skin and her eyes jumped to his, to see more than anfer there, but jealousy as well. At his words, she closed her eyes. "That's just Hoover. He didn't do anything, I warned him and he left. It was nothing, it won't happen again, I'll see to it." He began to question what she did in the pack and her eyes flashed, "It's none of your business what happens in the pack, is it? I'm faithful, Felix, I won't have you thinking I have the pack to have a bunch of werewolf f*ckbuddies. The pack is my business and we only do business." He continued on and she said, "Feel free to try. The pack is not a bunch of mutts like you like to assume. But I assure you, it won't happen again."

Felix's eyes flashed, and he ran his fingers over her neck in a lazy manner, she was at least giving into his touch, rolling her head to the side for his fingers to grasp her neck, and his face was right up against hers. Puppies.. that word again.. her and her pack.. they had taken her away from him.. made her someone else, made her into something he had never liked, made her into something she had always wanted to be. He didn't understand it.. what glory came from becoming something like THAT every full moon. His fingers gripped and loosened over and over, until her eyes caught his finally, and he stared back, listening to her words.

"Nothing?" He growled and suddenly used her wrist to spin her around, and pin her against the wall, using his waist up against hers, his face inches from her own. "It better damn well be nothing." He growled, and his face dipped down to very gently nibble at her throat, tasting the skin there, jealous flaring through him. How was it, when he was around her, in this mood, he got so animalistic.. any other time, and he was a perfect little husband, had food for her on the table. Today though... that chick downstairs had gotten him riled up, after he had kissed her.. well he had realized just how frustrated he really was.. he hadn't really paid much attention to it, because Naomi was very good at being there for him.. but his need to kiss something had been overwhelming.. and.. the girl downstairs had done nicely in Naomi's absence.

"I don't like you being in that pack.. I don't like it at all.. they are taking you away from me... you know how I hate that.." He growled against her throat, gently nibbling at the skin there, his teeth raking over the exposed skin. "Look what you do to me Naomi... Look what you make me become." He removed his mouth from it's assault on her neck, and he leaned back to stare at her, his eyes raking her face for any sign of guilt, and to tell what mood she was in. "My wife's friends make me jealous, because they see you more then I do.." He whispered, and moved in closer, their bodies touching in every place they could touch, it and it was suddenly obvious where his mind was going, though his eyes were still locked on Naomi's.

He said nothing and she blinked, repeating, "Nothing." Suddenly, she spun her around and pressed her against the wall, her shoulder catching on the mirror which wobbled dangerously against the wall, as she let out a cry of surprise and indignation. Felix rarely handled her so roughly- unless she y'know.. demanded to be treated so- and had always been more gentle with her. Surely this was not just about Hoover. How could one circumstance change her normal stay-at-home-to-torture husband into such a violent animal, something more akin to what her pack was accused of being.

He told her it better be nothing and she pushed herself higher against the wall, not to escape him per se, but to try and throw him out of his dominace, though his body followed hers. She was so used to being the Alpha Wolf, that to find herself place in a submissive role really had thrown her off of her game. She rolled her eyes to view him, her jaw set.

She felt his teeth against her throat, which, as a human, was new sensation. The wolf had run into other wolves who had dared grabbed her throat but she had always escaped. She blinked and again tried to move, trying to get her hands somewhere where they could help, not pinned against the wall, but she was strong as a wolf. Not so much as a woman.

He began to speak ill of her pack and her eyes flashed. "Oh? And what of you and your playthings. I never say a word against it, letting you take girls down there.. Who know's what you do to them. I respect your work.. let you do as you please, but I can't get any trust." He moved away and their eyes met and she stared defiantly into his. "Maybe it's because I'm afraid of what I'll come home to see."

Felix could feel her struggle weakly in his grasp, as though trying to push herself into a more dominant position, but he moved so that he was always in control, his hands locking on her wrists, pinning her down, his hips up against hers so that she couldn't move her body any which way that he didn't allow her too. He looked at her, and smirked slightly, almost surprised to see just how.. submissive she could be. He had seen her with her pack.. she was the dominant female of the group, and it was right that she should be put in her place, right that he should finally be showing her where she fit in the role of the home. It was wrong and right on so many levels.

When she mentioned his playthings, he growled deep in his throat, moving so that their faces were inches apart now. "I don't do anything with them... Nothing more then you do with your little pack." He growled, and felt himself moving her arms upwards, over her head, the mirror catching on her arm, and he pulled her arm away from it, before continuing his journey with her arms above her head. "I have my playthings because you are gone Naomi.. I do not have sex with them.." He said, glaring at her. He could not deny that he hadn't kissed them. They had never had a rule against kissing... only sex. They were only allowed each other, and sometimes the greatest form of punishment Felix had, was by kissing them.. just to make them feel nasty. But.. Naomi knew that didn't she? She had been down there with him before.

"And don't pretend you don't know what I do.. you've been down with me before... Though lately you've gotten yourself so busy I never see you.. always off with your pack.. and if you are home with me... you're to tired to even have any fun.. you just.. wolf down your food and you're asleep in two seconds.." He felt as though he were whining, his jealousy turning into pure need now. He missed Naomi, he missed her so badly, and yet... he was so angry with her, for letting him stoop to this level.. letting him handle her roughly.. her own submission was angering him further, and he wanted to see her squeal for the first time in his life. Never before had he wanted that, and the need now was so sharp, it nearly made him throw up, he looked momentarily wheezy, but he controlled himself, and very slowly, his grip on her wrists, which were now held up straight above her head, tightened, and his nails dug in. His eyes locked on hers, wanting to see the pain before he heard the noise.

No matter where Naomi tried to go, she could not quite escape Felix, not get the upper hand in any way shape or form. She really did not mind the close proximity of the two- no she typically did not mind that at all- it was just the feeling of not being head honcho that she was unfamliar with. She remembered a time when they had simply been like partners.. no leader and follower.

He came closer to her and growled that his playthings were like the pack. "You ffed on muggle children with them?" she asked snidely. They might have the same sort of goals with their malicious actions, but they certainly had different ways of going about them. That could not be escaped, their MOs were too different, their methods diverse. They could not really be compared in that sense.

"Are you telling me that if I were here more you would never kindap again?" she asked, sarcasm prominent in her voice. She knew that was not true, and she did not think if she was here more often that he would give up his little hobby. "No sex. Is that all I have to worry about then, Felix? All you saw was Hoover touching my hair. What would I see?"

She blinked at his words, her arms being moved upwards. "I've seen what you do when I'm there. How much do you enjoy your work when I'm not?" He continued on and she replied, "Yes, it's a tiring business. I started it for you though! And now I'm working for the same things you are!" Her arms were straight up now, his nails digging in to her wrists, though she had worked up quite a pain tolerance from the pack. She stared at him. "I did it so that you wouldn't get hurt." She raised an eyebrow, emphasizing that he was hurting her. "Maybe our goals aren't so similar."