Normally Ron would be forced to spend the night before matches at the team headquarters but as it was his first game they had let him stop with his fa...ily to help with nerves.And boy was Ron nervous. He always was when it came to quidditch matches, but this was a whole lot bigger. All his family and friends would be attending the match to watch him, amongst the other thousand dedicated Cannons fans that liked to go to the youth games to see up and coming talent. This match would be very. His smell.His taste.He was fresh and salty. There was a bitterness to his youth that cut into my taste-buds. I’d been feasting on men my age or older: aged beef which, of course, is fine in its own way. But this fresh meat had vitality.Eventually I lifted my head and he reached across the bed, fishing into my fuck drawer, grabbing a newly washed cum-rag. The towel covered his big-paw and he wiped my face with it, erasing the evidence of my sadness (happiness? relief?), tossing it aside. Then he. A might dirty one at the moment, but she'd probably had a time of it with the earth quaking and all. He couldn't imagine it had seen much desert sun, yet here she was in the middle of nowhere. Give her a year in this desert and she'd have the dried out, stretched skin look of every other woman Lou'd ever seen in these parts. Only the soiled doves seemed able to keep their looks.Lou took another drink from his palm. A fair portion of determination filled the woman's lithe movements, small boned. He wouldn’t do poor Taylor any good if he fell apart.Xander stepped out of the bathroom, finding Taylor outside the door. The two hugged. “I am so sorry,” Xander apologized. “This is all my fault. I got you pregnant. Please forgive me.”Taylor stared at Xander blankly for about ten seconds. The beginnings of tears collected at the corners of her eyes. The two held each other for half a minute. “I am sorry. I am so sorry,” Xander continued repeating as they tried to comfort each other.Finally.