After the death of Zurich, Jan had felt particularly, acutely alone. As much of a deity as she was, it alienated her from her fellows significantly. Her only constant companion was herself - that is, Jan 2. Sometimes she needed a hug, and so she would separate herself from him and hug him, and if she wanted to vent her frustrations he would listen to her. But it could not help her. Inevitably, they would be bound together again into one creature, and the pain would just hit her harder again. 

But at the same time, she found it difficult to talk about it even with the few others she associated with frequently. Her angels could barely help her, and often were not very fond of her. The only consistently amicable one was Moskva, but it very well might have been simply because the two tended to satisfy each other's more lustful desires. Jan did not want to find out whether that was the case, and so she did not push the matter any further than it had already gone. She doubted she would get a positive answer anyway - Moskva's sweet and beautiful scent betrayed her fear of the deity Umbreon. Who could truly love someone they feared?

But there was one flicker of hope - the Flareon.

Austin Lexington, whose entire universe she had been forced to destroy, felt compassion for her, and treated her like a normal person, looking her in the eyes rather than bowing his head in reverence, hugging her when he found her crying, rather than averting his eyes in fear of divine punishment for seeing her in a vulnerable state. It was possibly perfect, it could be true love.

If only it were so simple.

Every time the thought of being with Austin came to Jan's mind, it reminded her of the events that led him to arrive. 

His home universe, and the evil version of her own self who had imprisoned him, tortured him, toyed with him...

Jan set down the butterknife in her paws, as she sat at the kitchen counter, thoughts running through her head. Shame struck her as Jan 2 reminded her that they would most likely enjoy doing all the same things.

"No... I am different. I am kind... I am good."

"Yes you are, boss!"

Jan quickly looked up, to see Moskva padding into the kitchen, in her normal form. The Espeon was much more petite this way than in her angelic form, and Jan felt her heartbeat pick up slightly, as Two's excitement began to awaken. 

Moskva only took this form when she wanted Jan's loving.

The Espeon padded over, and finished up the sandwich Jan had distracted herself from making, presenting it to the deity.

"Just the way you like it, Jan," Moskva purred softly. Whether she was talking about the sandwich or her body very well might have been a tossup. Jan nodded slowly, and ate the sandwich. It certainly was quite good.

Jan looked up, just in time to catch a glimpse of Austin, padding into the kitchen. He gave her a wave, then peeked into the fridge to get something to eat. The deity's ears perked up, her heart beginning to race, but before she could make a move, she felt Moskva's soft head nuzzling her chest. 

This little Espeon knew just the right buttons to push to get what she wanted...

Jan leaned down, gently nibbling at the fur on Moskva's head, her cheeks flushed not with anticipation so much as shame that she could not resist, that her heart could not win out over her body.

But it wasn't like either of them was going anywhere.

There was time enough for this.