Disclaimer: I don't own Shiver or Linger by Maggie Steifvater, all rights belong to her and so do the characters. I'm just borrowing them for my stories.

Summary: Love is what you make it, it won't just appear from nowhere, you have to find it. When you find, you can't let it go. It's not a homing pigeon, it won't come back. You have to find it all over again. A few drabbles- Sam/Grace, Isabel/Cole, enjoy.

Title: Love is what you make it

A/N: Hey, just a few lovey-dovey drabbles that include a couple a pairings. Hope you like it and keep reading the chapters. Love you all. :- ) x

They aren't based on any book, just the characters.

Coffee with Caramel

He was silent. He was always silent, his eyes just traced the way the sun burned the auburn wood that stretched across my living room floor and lit the room with warm tones of summer, all reds and oranges hidden in between the large slabs of coffee and caramel. I sighed awkwardly. It wasn't usual for me and Sam to be in awkward moments. We were both pretty opinionated and usually found it difficult to let silence linger in the air like a creeping nightmare that wouldn't be replaced until you forced it to be. His eyes crept to my face and wandered through the curve of my chocolate eyes to the way my lips were slightly parted. I couldn't handle it; I jumped from my seat and traipsed into the kitchen. He followed me, grabbing my wrist and spinning me to face him.

"What's wrong?" His tone cut through me like a dagger. Small. Vulnerable. Pained. I closed my eyes and snapped my wrist away. I knew it was his last summer, before he changed for good. Before he lost everything about him that stank of Sam, and every memory that we'd shared since the previous winter when I'd met him. But he was safe. He was warm and as long as the sun burned the Mercy Falls skyline he would stay human. I couldn't face losing him for good. He was my everything and showed me that in between uncaring parents and long, hard days at school there was hope for me. I turned again, finding that the silence had defeated me again, and wrapped my arms around his waist. He rested his head on mine and sighed, running one of his human hands through my blonde locks. "Grace…" The way he said my name, it was perfect. He was perfect. But he wasn't human. "Grace tell me."

"Nothing." I mumbled my tiny, terrible lie and pulled away. He hadn't fallen for it.

"I'm not stupid; I know there's something up, so tell me what it is." His eyes were on me again. His stare weighed me down and made me feel small but I loved it.

"I don't want you to go." It was terribly cliché and sounded like a cut scene from the Titanic but I couldn't help it. It was the cold, hard truth that I so badly needed to say.

"I'm not going. I promise you that I am not going anywhere. Its summer and it will be for the next two months, Grace, sweetie look at me." My eyes met his, chocolate mixing with honey and creating an invisible, new concept in the air. "I'm not gonna change. I swear on my life." I smiled and pressed his lips to mine. I loved the way he felt against me, the proud, strong wolf against a tiny, innocent mouse. "Come on, we're going getting coffee. I don't mean that impersonator in a Kenco jar that you store in your cupboards. I mean proper, American, wake-up coffee." His fingers intertwined with mine and radiated heat to my frozen hand.

The sun was bright that day and tanned our youthful skin that was safe to be open to the air. When we reached my bronco, I tugged the door open and crawled into the overwhelming heat that was the inside of my car. Sam wanted to drive, so I let him. I preferred just watching the way his eyes squinted in the summer morning sunshine and analyzed every road sign with depth. The roads were fairly quiet, just dull, grey slabs of forgotten tarmac. I reached my hand out of the window and let the cool summer breeze brush past me. Sam grinned and took my free hand with his. Half an hour passed of us in a comfortable, amiable silence until he cleared his throat and broke it.

"Here we are." He smiled and pulled off the road into a fairly busy car park. Rainbows of cars dashed across the plain backdrop and reflected light into our eyes. I released his hand while I stepped out of the car and slammed shut the door, then let his fingers hold mine again once we were at the door. The door made a pleasant ding as we pushed it open and the intoxicating aroma of fresh coffee and pancakes overwhelmed me. Sam gripped my hand harder and dragged me further into the heavenly smelling parlour.

"Morning Sam, what will it be?" A chubby woman in her late fifties addressed us with a cheek to cheek grin and set her glare on me. "Morning honey, I don't think we've met. I'm Sonny" I beamed, out of politeness mainly, and shook her offered hand. Sonny, the name of that nurse I'd met on the night I fell for Sam.

"No, I don't think we have. I'm Grace." She shook my hand once more and decided to listen to Sam who'd somewhat faded into the background.

"Hey Sonny, we'll have two caramel coffee's and anything involving bacon." She smiled and nodded before tottering into the kitchen area to make our order.

"You know me so well." I smiled sweetly and took his hand from across the table. Dropping a kiss to my skin, Sam closed his eyes and lived in the moment like he always did. He was perfect, in every possible way. "I love you." I mumbled as his honeydew tinted eyes met my deep russet ones and pulled my hand so I rose from my seat and leant over to kiss him.

"I love you too." I chewed on my lip thoughtfully, playing his words over and over in my mind and extracting the meaning from them. Ten minutes of waiting passed until Sonny appeared with our food and coffee's. Sam stared at the Starbuck's engraved mug and then at me before uttering "The coffee matches your eyes." I stared at a bee that was buzzing aimlessly through the many beds of flowers.

"That bee matches yours." I smirked and sipped the warm liquid. Multiple tastes swirled in my mouth. Caramel, then coffee, then sugar, then milk. I watched Sam's face trace the bee with interest, and then watched him set his glare on the bronco, finally then on me.

"Your eyes match those flowers." I raised an eyebrow and let a harsh giggle escape my throat.

"What? That makes no sense. Brown flowers?" Sam shook his head and with the widest grin possible and mumbled,

"No, I meant beautiful." I let my lips curve into a quivering smile and tried not to laugh at the corniness of the moment but it was the sweetest thing I'd heard him say. He knew I wasn't a fan of sickly sweet sentiments but he used them all the same.

"That was too corny." I chuckled, trying not to offend.

"Come on, everyone needs a bit of cheese in their lives." He threw his words at me with as much sarcasm as was humanly possible. "Otherwise, life would be one, big, boring old ride. Like coffee's boring without caramel."

"Like Sam's boring without Grace." I smiled and brought our fingers back together. He returned the expression and silently sipped on his coffee, then fell silent. Then again, he was always silent.

A/N: Well, hope you enjoyed. The next will be an Isabel/Cole so if you're not a fan of the pairing, I was just warning. :-) Also, leave a review if you can. Much appreciated, thank you! :D