This is what happens when I sit up late at night chatting about wolves, and librarians, and fairy tales, and so on! After going through a rather emotional stage of my fic writing... THIS happened. (Warnings for... how can I put this... werewolf smut.) Blame Granny Fraser for being a werewolf librarian who decided to walk around my head for a night. Or Ride, depending...
http://archiveofourown.org/works/436422