PRODUCER:Now, I’m asking all of you on camera.
THAYER:And we’re answering collectively.
PRODUCER:Which is?
FORSYTHE:Florence was comfortable.
PRODUCER:That’s not what I asked.
FORSYTHE:It’s what we’re answering. Its the only thing that matters
PRODUCER:Are feelings developing?
COURT:(shrugs) Feelings develop when people spend time together.
PRODUCER:So yes?
COURT:Sobiology.
PRODUCER:Is Florence an omega you could see yourselves choosing?
(Silence)
THAYER:We don’t speculate.
PRODUCER:Viewers are speculating.
FORSYTHE:That’s their prerogative.
PRODUCER:Are you protecting her?
GRIEVES:We protect what’s ours.
(Longer silence)
PRODUCER:Is Florence yours?
FORSYTHE:You’re finished for today.
PRODUCER:That wasn’t-
COURT:A request. Yeah. We got that.
FORSYTHE:You have what you need.
PRODUCER:We really don’t.
(Cut)
Episode 29: When the Spell Slips
I am buzzing. My skin feels electric, overly sensitive even hours after the pack left me last night. I wake up beaming in the nest I made last night, my smile wide and bright. The pillows and blankets holding the faint scent of sex, and fresh cut grass. I wish it smelled like all of us combined, but I suppose I’ll just have to be satisfied with Piers’ scent for now.
I grin and stretch, feeling the delightful ache of muscles that haven’t seen use in years. It persists through my rushed shower, my quick makeup application, through randomly grabbing an outfit, not my normal yoga pants and sports bra.
No, today I want to feel pretty, even if I don’t want to spend too much time on it.
So I slip on a long flowy skirt and a crochet top. I’ve already worn this outfit, but I can’t bring myself to care. I just want to see my pack.
