"--The working man -- The working man and the slum child know they can expect my best efforts in their interests. The decent, ordinary citizens know that I'll do everything in my power to protect the underprivileged, the underpaid, and the the underfed--"
>This world had a knock-off version of the oldie movies channel
>They also-- it seemed-- had a knock-off version of Citizen Kane
>Kitizen Cane it was called
>Which was BULLSHIT
>...But that didn't stop you from watching it
>There you were, in the Dazzling household
>Alone
>You were sitting on the couch, which was piled high with pillows and blankets
>Under all of it, you had some snacks hidden about
>Popcorn, pop, a bunch of candy and shit covered in chocolate
>You had made a very nice little cocoon for yourself on that couch
>You were wearing nothing but thick, knee-high socks and pajama bottoms
>On your right arm, there was a brace on your wrist
>On the table in front of you a bottle of pain pills, with instructions on when to take them and how many to take
>It had been a rough couple days for your green ass
>After your wrist had been dislocated, and promptly shoved back into place, poof and her sisters had dragged your sorry butt to the nurse's office
>Nurse Redheart, after stashing the bottle of Bourbon that she had been chugging under the table, had come over and examined you
>Apparently, your wrist HAD been dislocated like Adagio said
>BUT, it hadn't been a very good idea to rip it back in place like the mighty poof had
>You hadn't torn anything, thank god, but even so the nurse had recommended that you take the next few days off of school
>She had also given you the pain medication that you were now taking
>Which, for the record, was so illegal that you could barely wrap your head around it, but that was fine
>You applauded it even

>She could hawk all of the illegal pain medication she wanted as long as they made your pain at least somewhat bearable
>And, for the most part, it did
>BUT, like most "over-the-counter" medicine, this one had some side-effects
>You didn't feel very good
>Your head hurt, your nose was stuffy
>You were up pissing every ten minutes and you felt bloated as all hell
>No matter how many blankets you wrapped around yourself you were always a little on the cold side
>All-in-all, you felt like ten pounds of shit stuffed into a five pound sack
>But, at least you had your snacks and your old, black-and-white movies
>...
>Yay...
"...Yeah, you fuck up that room, Mr, Cane," you muttered, dragging your arm across your runny nose. "You fuck up that room super hard..."
>Snuggling yourself deeper into your covers, you pawed through the blankets
>In the big screen TV in front of you, you watched a fat, aging man ripping a room to pieces
>Not saying a word, not screaming, just wrecking shit
>Yep...
>They don't make'em like this anymore...
>After a minute or two, you find the bag of chocolate pretzels you were looking for
>Pulling them from underneath a bunch of pillows, you slipped an arm in the bag and searched around
>Hmmm...
>It looked like you were about out...
>You'd have to ask one of the girls to get another bag next time that--
SLAM!
>The from door was wrenched open, revealing the mighty poof
>There was an exhausted look on her face and a blue backpack slung over her shoulder
>"Those IDIOTS... I can't believe..."
>Slamming the door behind her, Adagio kicked off her shoes and made her way toward your bedroom

>You opened your mouth to greet her, but before you could the sound of your bedroom door being slammed rang out
>...
>Huh...
>It looked like someone had a bad day...
>You wiggle deeper into your fortress of comfy, pulling out a handful of chocolate pretzels and stuffing them into your mouth
>You groaned nasally
>Ah yeah...
>That's what daddy likes...
>As you continued to watch your old movies and eat your shitty junk food, you could hear the shower being turned on
>The poof, no matter what, always took her shower after school
>Something about her wanting to scrub the stench of humans off her body
>Which was weird since YOU were human and she didn't have a problem with rubbing herself up against you, but whatever...
>...
>And now that you're thinking about school...
>Where the hell are Sonata and grump?
>Usually, they're right behind poof when they get home...
>...
>Did something happen in school?
>Did the other girls get detention again?
>...
>You poked your head out from the blankets and looked toward your bedroom door
>...You'd ask when she came out...
>...
>Hopefully she brought you your schoolwork home this time
>You didn't want Mr. Cranky riding your ass about getting your math work done
>The old asshat...
>Since Adagio had the most to wash out of any of the Dazzlings, it usually took her a good half-hour to clean herself
>But, today, you heard the water being turned off in under ten minutes
>Odd...
>Another five minutes later poof erupts from your bedroom, a stack of books under her arm

>She was wearing a tight grey undershirt--no bra, of course--and a pair of black sweat pants
>Her hair was wrapped in about five or six towels and her feet were bare
>"You have work for Cranky and Harshwhinny," she said, setting the books down on the table in front of you . "I managed to talk the rest of your teachers into not giving you anything."
>You smiled as she walked over to you
"And how did you do that?" you asked as she grabbed your head and pulled it out from your cocoon
>"I can be very persuasive when I want to be," she said
>Frowning, she placed her hands under your jaw, with her palms touching the sides of your throat 
"Swallow," she commanded
>While she was setting herself up for one hell of a joke, you managed to hold back, doing as she asked
>"Again."
>You did it again, swallowing thickly
>Adagio grimaced
>"Your face is red and your nose is running. Have you been drinking water like I told you to?"
>You nodded
"Yep, and going to the bathroom every ten seconds because it's running through me like shit through a goose."
>Poof, still frowning, placed the back of her hand on your forehead
>"...You're not warm," she mumbled, pulling the hand away and standing up. "Get those blankets off. I'm going to put some warm compresses on you to help clear you up."
>You darted back into your safe place
"But it's FREEZING in here," you whined
>"I don't care. When I get back here I want those blankets off and I want you sitting up straight so I can get a good look at you," poof replied, making her way into the kitchen
>Though you grumbled, you nevertheless did as she asked, pulling off the blankets

>In the kitchen, you could hear Adagio fiddling around, turning on the sink, opening and closing drawers, looking through the fridge
"Hey! Where are the other girls?" you called, feeling yourself grow colder with each blanket that you pulled off and tossed away. "Did they get in trouble or something?"
>"They were wrangled to go to come idiotic band meeting," poof yelled from the kitchen. "From what they told me, the girl that always wears those headphones managed to talk them into going."
"...The one with the glasses? I thought that she never talked."
>"Apparently she does. And apparently she can be as persuasive as I am."
>The sink was turned off, and not to seconds later Adagio reappeared in the room holding a couple of steaming wet rags
>"They would have made me stay as well if you weren't here all by yourself."
>Walking back over to you, she helped pull the rest of the blankets off of you and tossed both them, your bags of snacks and pop, and the blankets on the ground
>"Now sit up," she commanded. "Rest your arms on your knees and lean forward a bit."
>Once again, you did as poof asked, trying, and very much failing, to breath through her nose
>...
>Holy hell were you stuffed up...
>First, she placed one of the rags around the back of your neck
>The other went on your forehead
>The next she somehow put on your chest without it falling off
>Lastly, she carefully wrapped one around your neck, right under the jaw, and held it there with a hand
>"There. Now hold still for a minute or two. This should fix you right up."
>While the rags weren't hot enough to burn your skin, they were still pretty warm
>And you didn't particularly like the feeling of warm water running down your back, arms, and chest while you were sitting on your couch
>If you would have been healthy, you would have been able to deal with it
>But, since you always turned into a bit of a bitch when you were on medication/felt shitty you began to squirm

>Adagio saw this and, giving you a firm look, placed her free hand on your shoulder
>"Anonymous, if these rags fall off your body I'm going to be VERY upset."
"But it feels wwwwweeeeeeiiiiirrrrddddd!"
>"I don't care what it feels like, it's going to help you. Now shut up, hold still, and take long, deep breaths."
>Cold, wet, and shivering, you did as the mighty poof commanded
>She must have put something in those rags besides water, because with each breath you took you could feel your sinuses clearing up
>Your body started to get less achy
>Your throat didn't hurt as much
>Even your shoulders didn't feel as tense or tight
>The puffiness in your face and hands went down
>Minutes passed by as you took long, deep breaths again and again and again, until the rags were cold and you felt like half a human again 
>Pulling the rag that she had pressed against your throat away, Adagio looked you over carefully
>"Do you feel any better?" she gently asked
>Closing your eyes, you nodded
"Yep. it's still freezing in here though."
>Adagio grunted, balling up the wet rag in her hands
>"Sonata and Aria are going to bring back pizza when they get home so we won't have to worry about food tonight," she said, pulling the rest of the rags off of you
>You nodded, your toes curling
>It was FREEZING in this room
>You were going to have to grab yourself a blanket...
>Adagio, seeing where your gaze was going, grabbed a blanket and tossed it to you
>"I'll be right back with a glass of water. You keep sitting up like that and breathing through your nose."
>You wrapped the blanket around your shivering body as she made her way into another part of the apartment
>"And DON'T touch any of those blankets. I'll clean them up in a second."
"But it's COLD," you complained
>"You'll have to suffer through it."
>You snorted, hugging your arms close to your chest
>Suffer through it your ass...

>You'll suffer your dick in her cereal tomorrow if she wasn't careful...
>After a minute or two, Adagio came back with that glass of water
>"I want you to at least drink half of this," she said. "After I'm done cleaning your mess up I want to look at that wrist of yours."
>The poof doesn't wait for an answer, she just turns around and gets to work
>Your bags of snacks were put in the kitchen, and your pillow and blankets were folded and placed somewhere in your bedroom
>Adagio didn't mess around
>There was no talking, no distractions
>Nothing
>When she bent over, she didn't wiggle her rear in your face like she usually did
>She also didn't remark upon you eating all of this candy
>No teasing, no smiles, nothing
>To be honest, it almost looked like her pace was hurried
>Like she was nervous about something
>But you don't comment on it
>You drink your water like a good boy and set the empty glass on the table in front of you when you're done
>Poof had been like this for a few days
>You and the other girls had noticed it
>How wouldn't you be able to notice it?
>Carrying the last of the pillows to your bedroom, poof hurries over to the couch and sits down next to you
>"Let me see your arm," she said
>You slowly extended your injured arm, presenting it to her
>Without ceremony, she began to undo the brace, her small, slender fingers untangling the straps and bindings with ease
>In no time at all, she was able to slide it off your wrist
>The skin was a little pale where the brace was, you noticed
>You could also see some bruising around the length of your wrist
>You grimaced, opening and closing your hand
>It looked like shit, but it was getting better
>You might not even need those pain pills in a day or two
>Adagio bit her lip as she moved your arm around
>Her touch was slow, careful, as if she expected you to fall apart at any moment
>"Is anything hurting?" she asked, looking up ap you. "Is there any shooting pain? Does anything feel wrong?"

"Everything's fine," you assured. "It's just a little tender. I'll be fine by Monday."
>Adagio's eyes swapped from your wrist back to your face
>"Are you sure? If I need to, I can have the principal let you stay at home for another week or two?.
>...
>What the hell's gotten into her?
"It's just a sore wrist, Dagy," you said, flexing said wrist. "I probably didn't even that brace or those pills."
>Adagio frowned
>"You're going to wear that brace until you're a hundred percent healed," she said, in a tone that broached no argument. "I'm not going to have you hurting yourself even more by accident."
>Before you could argue, she was already putting the brace back on
>For some reason or another, Daggy had a bit more difficult of a time putting the thing back on than she did getting it off
>She was still being as gentle as she could be, which wasn't going to work since you needed to put a little "oomph" into it when you put this thing on
"Adagio," you said. "You can put a little more muscle into it of you want. I'm not going to fall apart."
>Poof stopped messing with your brace with a frustrated huff
>She then looked up at you, her expression unreadable
>"I don't want to hurt you again ," she quickly grunted, before turning her attention back to your brace. "The alpha is supposed to keep her pack safe, not hurt them."
>An eyebrow rose from your face as Dagy muttered something in a language that you couldn't understand
>You shook your head
>She was worse today than she was yesterday
>And yesterday she had been BAD
>So bad that she wouldn't let the other girls NEAR you
"Dagy, you don't have to beat yourself up about that. It was an accide--"
>"Fucking strap," Adagio growled, her eyes narrowing
>You tried to pull your arm away, but she grabbed it, her eyes widening
>"Anon, no! Don't strain yourself, I--"

>Leaning over, you wrapped your free hand around poof's shoulders and pulled her against you
>She stiffened, her grip on your injured arm tightening
>...
>Ow
"Adagio. It was an accident. I'm fine. There's nothing to worry about," you insisted, pressing your forehead against hers
>Poof--refusing to meet your gaze-- tried to pull away, but you followed her
>She would have felt a hell of a lot better if she would have just apologized
>You knew this
>Aria and Sonata knew this
>Hell, even SHE knew this
>But it wasn't going to happen
>Adagio Dazzle hadn't apologized for anything in her long, long life
>It just wasn't in her nature
>So she did this; worried over you and protect you and make sure that you were completely and totally fine while trying to act like the big, tough, commanding girl that the world knew her as
>But no more
>You were nipping this in the bud today
>After a few half-hearted attempts of trying to pull away from you, she looked up into your eyes
>You could see the worry in them, the regret, the self-hatred and anger and the doubt
>Managing to pull your injured arm from her hands, you wiggled it out of the brace--which dropped to the floor below-- and wrapped both arms around her neck
>It hurt a bit, but you ignored the pain
>...Mostly
>...
>Fucking wrist...
>Fucking Bulk Biceps...
>You then leaned back a bit before burying your face into the nape of poof's neck and began to gently bit
>Adagio gasped at the first little nibble, her knees knocking together in surprise
>As the bites continued however-- up her neck and around her jaw-- she slowly began to relax
>The muscles in her arms and legs went limp, her shoulders sagged, her eyes even became half-lidded
>"Hmm~"
>Her hands found their way onto your shoulders
>A few seconds later, they were wrapped around your neck and she was nuzzling the side of your head
>"Anon..."

>She was unnaturally warm--like the other girls were-- and smelled like the soap that she had just used not twenty minutes ago
>You could also smell something else
>Something unidentifiable and wild and potent
>A smell that had been with her since you've known her
>A smell that couldn't be washed off with soap or water 
>It was her scent, her smell, and you loved it
>You nuzzled under her jaw, rubbing your nose against her soft, smooth skin
>Adagio sighed, pressing herself against you
>One of her hands reached up and began to toy with your hair
>"Hmm~"
>Her lips parted, revealing her unusually long, sharp canines
>She placed a hand underneath your chin to pick your head up and move it to the side
>She then--her eyes shining-- began to bite your neck as you bit hers
>You knew that if she wanted, poof could have taken a chunk out of your face or neck
>You had seen her and the other girls eat meat
>You had seen them tear into thick steaks like they were made of paper
>But, like always, she was gentle
>Her nips never broke the skin, never hurt
>In fact they did the opposite
>Each kiss sent a delightful jolt down your body
>Her lips were full and soft
>There was love and care in each nip
>You grinned at a particularly hard nip
"There's my girl..."
>Adagio pressed herself toward you until she was practically sitting in your lap
>She tore the blanket off of you and forced you to lay flat against the couch
>You could feel her soft breast through her thin shirt
>Her legs were entangled with yours
>When you could get a glimpse of them, you could see Adagio's eyes were filled to the brim with love
>And still she was kissing and kissing
>Poof made her way up your jaw and around your chin
>You were trapped underneath her comforting weight now
>Her hair was all around you
>Both of her hands were playing with your hair
>You no longer felt cold
>Your body was warming up
>Parts were stirring
>Hardening
>Rubbing against your alpha's beautiful thighs

>Adagio grinned when she felt this, leaning up to plant a kiss on your lips
>"After dinner, I'll have to make sure that you're seen to~" she cooed, tossing the blanket over the two of you. "...But first, you need to take your medicine."
>You kissed the top of her chest, wrapping your arms around her middle
"In a couple of minutes," you said. "I want to lay here with you for a little bit."
>Though she didn't look particularly happy, poof honored your wishes
>With some adjusting, the two of you found yourselves lying on your sides watching TV
>Your back was pressed up against Adagio's chest, the top of your head resting about tit-height
>Poof had her arms wrapped around you and under your shirt, teasing and scratching everything within reach
>"Are you comfortable?" she asked as you snuggled closer against her
>You nodded, giving her arm a kiss
>Adagio hummed, kissing the top of your head as she used a foot to adjust the blanket so that it covered your feet
>For about ten minutes, neither of you said a thing
>You just sat there, watching your movie, and listening to each other's breathing
>Finally, you felt poof press her hand against your heart
>"Never again will I hurt you, my gem," she murmured. "I swear upon every sea."
>You smiled, closing your eyes
"I love you too, hon.