Demi slammed her hand into her clay. Music was blaring in her small nook as she pressed her foot to her pottery wheel.

When her magic had began presenting itself more, in her early tweens, her parents made her a special place to calm down.

It used to be a shed but now was fully insulated and she had decorated the place for herself. There was a loft up above her that she hasn't used in years, but her little projects surrounded her. They ranged from ceramics, to paintings, to sculptures, to knitted things she'd made.

She was covered head to toe in clay as she stuck her tongue out in concentration.

She was trying to perfect her vase, for her mother.

But she'd spread the damn clay too thin, watching the neck of it collapse. That's why it was now smashed on her wheel.

Her hands dipped into her bucket of water as she began again.

It was almost dark outside, Demi had retreated here after her spat with Onyx early in the morning.

Demi smiled to herself as she started to see the shape she wanted in the vase, basking in her content.

The music she played drowned out anyone else's presence. She was almost as content as when she was with-

Demi shook her head violently. No, she thought. We don't like him. She reminded.

Oh, oh yes. You're right, she nodded. Her hair, thrown into a large bun bobbed with her movement.

Demi paused from her conversation as she heard scratching at the door. Her lips pursed and stood slowly, avoiding making a mess. With her elbows, she struggled to open the door.

Slowly but surely she succeeded and looked around for the culprit.

Demi glanced down and squealed when she saw Ollie sat at her feet.

She lifted up the little creature who sniffed at the mess on her, before curling into her chest.

Demi grinned and glanced up, only to see Onyx standing in her dining room through the window.

He was talking to her parents and, as if feeling her gaze, met her eyes.

She openly glowered and turned to slam the door shut.

With a wave of her hand, the music began playing once again. Demi sat on her little stool as Ollie explored her spot.

But within another half hour, her peace was interrupted again.

Demi huffed, she'd gone the last ten hours being left alone. She listened in, catching the sound of Onyx's depressing music. It was at a low vibration at the moment.

"Go away Onyx," she called through the door.

She heard him snarl and gasped at the jolt of pleasure in her stomach. Such an angry sound shouldn't make her feel so hot...

"Demi please open the fucking door."

Demi pursed his lips in thought. What would happen if she didn't open, she shrugged. Her foot snagged the pedal and she began working on her vase again.

It wasn't even thirty seconds later that Onyx pushed the door open himself.

Onyx blinked in shock at the room. It was small, little lights hung from the ceiling. His nose itched at the smell of candles burning.

It was carpeted and little pillows furnished the floor, the walls were pink with orange shelves holding many projects.

And his little mate was sat in the middle on a stool while working a pottery wheel.

His brow furrowed in confusion, so random. But he couldn't help but admire her.

Demi's cheeks were smeared with paint, and up to her elbows were gray as she molded the spinning mass of clay. His gaze darkened, she was dressed in a loose dress that was covered by her apron.

Her entire back was exposed to him as her hair was tied up messily.

His brow twitched as she stayed silent, not acknowledging him.

"Demi," he growled.

She didn't respond, only glancing up at him as the yellow rim around her hazel orbs glowed. He noticed it did that when she grew irritated.

Onyx inhaled deeply, using the fact that he was surrounded by her scent to his advantage. He felt himself calm down only a little.

He examined her tiny fingers caress the forming shape. He felt his cheeks heat up, since when was pottery so sensual.

"I came to see if you were alright," Onyx forced out.

Demi paused in surprise. She peaked at him quickly, "Really?"

He momentarily melted at how adorable she was. Onyx grunted as he shook out his shoulders.

"Yes. I shouldn't have said what I said this morning."

Demi began spinning her wheel slowly, "Is this an apology?"

Onyx bit the inside of his cheek before gritting, "Yes."

Demi hummed slowly, "Why do you feel the need to do that?"

Onyx was stumped, he knew why he felt the need to apologies. But he didn't really want to tell her that.

He opened and closed his mouth, trying to respond.

"I'm just apart of your job Onyx and we've known each other for two days. You don't need to apologies to me," her tone was taunting. Because she knew.

Onyx crossed his arms and leaned against the door, still trying to respond. "I wanted to," Onyx grumbled with a deep frown.

"Well I can't accept an apology to something I don't really care about. I work with you Onyx, it's not like we're close." Demi had to push down her smile. She could feel Onyx's frustration rolling off of him.

"You're right," he barked.

"Then why're you still here?" She stared up at him as she stroked both hands up and down her ceramic.

Onyx was now panting, his emotions conflicting with his Wolf. His lust felt as if it was choking him.

You don't deserve her, he reminded himself.

But Gods, he craved her so bad. Never had he felt as light as he does now. Demi felt like the air he had begged for while suffocating all these years.

Demi grabbed a thin wire before wetting her board. He watched her cut through the bottom and slowly peel the vase up. He was fascinated watching her work.

"Do you do this often?" he suddenly asked.

Demi set the new project down to dry a little before the kiln was lit. She glanced over at him over her shoulder. She rubbed at her chin, smearing more mess.

"Yeah, I have a lot of hobbies to keep me occupied."

She tilted her head in thought as she focused on the oven, "Maybe... I could show you how. Ya know, if we're ever friends."

He groaned lowly at the thought of being her friend. His Beast was roaring in his mind, trying to reach for control.

Onyx was taking small steps closer.

Demi turned and gasped as she was almost chest to chest with Onyx in the small space.

She smacked his chest, "Stop doing that. Oh! I'm so sorry!" She frowned as she saw her hand print stained on his black t-shirt. He wore black sweatpants as well.

"Let me wash it," Demi wasn't think as she snapped her fingers. His shirt disappeared off his body and into her hand.

Onyx's eyes widened as he was now half naked in front of her. He inhaled deeply, she was testing his control.

Once again she started apoligizing wildly and he saw her brown cheeks heat up.

"I'm so sorry! I shouldn't have done that without your permission! Oh Gods, I'm so stupid!" She cried out and went to turn around. He watched her near tears as she went to turn around.

Onyx snagged her fists hands, tugged them closer to his chest. The wet clay stuck to his own hands but he ignored it.

"If you wanted me shirtless you could've just asked," he growled lowly. "And you're not stupid."

She trembled in his hold, his touch surprised her and she wasn't prepared for the effects he had on her. Demi stared up at him with wide eyes.

"You shouldn't be touching me right now," she whispered. She gained a daring facade for a moment.

She gasped at his next move.

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