"Darlin', there ain't no way in every circle of Hell I'm gonna letcha in the house lookin' like a drowned rat."
The wolf that stood before him was covered in dripping mud and water, a few twigs stuck in the thick fur. Their eyes glared at him, he knew what he'd get told if they could talk like this.
"It's either you shift back and get a fuckin' shower," Sam crossed his arms and stood firm, "or I hose ya off right here, right now. Take your fuckin' pick."
They snarled, which to someone else, it'd look intimidating and threatening. But to him? He knew it's just because his mate wasn't getting their way and they're throwing a little fit about it.
"One way or another, you're gettin' cleaned up because I ain't havin' you trek mud all over the goddamn place."
A low growl, their teeth bared at him.
"Ohhh, so ferocious, darlin'," he snarked back at them, on his way to hook up the hose, "practically quakin' in my damn boots."
Once the hose was hooked up, he went up the steps. Immediately turning and pointing at them, he gave them a look. "Sit."
They did, realized that they did, and the look of disbelief on their wolf face had him snickering.
As much they hated being told what to do, the praise got their tail lightly thumping against the ground. It really didn't take all that much to get to them, not with him.
He came back with a bottle of their kind of shampoo, figuring it'd work on their fur the way it'd work on their hair.
Getting the hose, he tested the nozzle a couple of times. "C'mon, c'mere." He gestured for them to trot over so he could pluck the twigs from their fur, managing to find a few rocks in the midst of the mess. "What... in the hell did you even get into— is this moss—?"
They huffed a chuff at him, looking rather proud of their accomplishment. They ended up finding a few puddles after it rained last, wallowed around in it, and ended up an absolute mess. As one does when they can shift into a wolf and run around.
Once they were free of debris, he started up the hose again. "It's gonna be cold so it'll take longer to rinse," he ruffled up their fur, "but I'm sure you don't mind, since you're the one wantin' this to begin with instead of takin' the easy route of shiftin' back."
They snorted at him, shaking themself off a little to loosen their fur up. Yeah, it's obvious that this has happened before.
He had to change the nozzle to a stronger setting to start the first soak. Watered down mud dripped down their legs to the ground below, creating a puddle again under them. That could easily be rinsed off later.
It felt like a massage to them, the pressure of it working straight to their muscles. They kept tilting their head around with happy grunts, their tail gently wagging.
The sight, Sam could never get over. They always looked so in their element when they were shifted, as if they were meant to be a wolf instead of having to deal with a human body.
Once they were partially rinsed, he popped the cap open on their shampoo. They looked over at him with narrowed eyes, making him chuckle.
"I ain't gonna waste your damn stuff, I promise," he held his hand up to swear on it, "if I have to, I'll get you some more, sound like a deal?" He started scrubbing it into their fur, "I say again, coulda saved the effort and shifted back, y'know."
They turned their head away with a huff. Yeah, he figured as much.
As much as they liked the hose, this had to be better. They so wanted to shake but they decided to be nice and let him massage the shampoo into their fur.
Darlin' nearly swayed standing there from how relaxing it felt. It's one thing that they can nearly fall asleep from a head massage, but in this form? It takes more effort to try and stay awake than to give in.
Sam had to rinse his hands off, shaking the excess water off, "A'ight, ready?"
They pattered around impatiently. Yep. They were ready.
With a light snort and an eye roll, he held the trigger down to start power washing them off, his other hand ruffling their fur up to really get down to rinse suds off. It got to the point that he had to bump the setting up to a stronger one to get down to skin so it wouldn't leave residue in.
"And if you shake as soon as soon as I turn this off," he warned, leaning over to give them a look in the eye. If they weren't in this form, he knew they'd be smirking, he can just sense it.
It took longer than he really expected to rinse them completely off, given it's cold water, but that meant more pressure washing for them.
By the time he was done, they looked like a drowned rat. Fur plastered down, dripping onto the grass and dirt under their paws
As he got the water shut off and the hose drained out, he got it wrapped back up, "You stay your ass right there, I'll get a towel," he went back over to give them that same warning look, "got i— Darlin'!!"
Despite the incessant warnings, they stood there and shook their fur out, spraying water everywhere... Mostly on him.
Once sopping wet, they stood there still damp, but not to the dripping stage. Sam, however, was soaked. Even as a wolf, the look they had was devilish seeing his formerly white shirt cling to his skin and highlight all of what they love to see; his hair dripping water down his face with silvery eyes giving them a look.
"Didya not hear the umpteen times I told ya not to do that?"
They snorted a short sound as they padded back over to the steps, careful to get to the mat in front of the door to get some excess mud and water off.
Sam sighed heavily and trudged along behind them, wringing his shirt out as he went along, "You're so damn lucky you're cute," he muttered as he slung the drenched tee off to wring out, earning a few thumps of their tail against the wall. He snorted, "Brat..."
He managed to get past them to get inside and grab a towel, draping his shirt over the shower in the meantime to dry out. He came back to finish drying them — and himself — off. Or at least enough to not get water on the floors.
They weren't completely fluffy by the time he allowed them back inside, but enough that he knew it wouldn't get the couch wet. But as soon as they came in, they sat to wait for him to toss the towel into the hamper.
He paused when he came back, seeing them sitting there, tail thumping, an evil glint in their wolfish eyes. "What d'ya have planned now, I know that look."
They simply lifted their head and gestured to the couch.
He didn't trust it. Though, he still went over to sit on the couch, getting situated in his usual spot.
They trotted around to hop up with him, laying their head up against his chest...
By now, he was beyond used to it, but that didn't mean it doesn't get to him.
"So that's why y'couldn't shift back, hm?" He sat back to let them get up on him.
Their grin was downright sinful, "It'd be a little awkward, yeah. What, don't like it?"
"Ohh-ho," he clicked his tongue, running it over his fangs, "you know damn well I love it. And now that you're all clean..."
In one motion, they were pressed down into the cushions, a glow to his eyes as he leaned over them.
"How 'bout we get a lil' dirty, hm?"
