This is such a random little thing that I decided to write. Could be about any werewolf and his girl. Read and review!
"Where are you in this thing?"
They lay on the ground of her room, covered with caramel sunlight.
She giggled as his hands searched through the layers and layers of fluffy chiffon that made up her dress. She was buried in whipped cream. She couldn't even feel the warmth of him lying next to her, until he pulled himself onto her body. The material made shushing noises, telling life to be quiet so these two could have a brief moment before what was to come.
"Found you." Then his lips fell on hers with easy grace, and the tips of his fingers grazed her temples.
She pulled the material around them, shielding them from the outside world so that all they could see was the dreamy gold shadow of the sunlight peaking through the holes in the chiffon, and all they could hear was each other's breathing.
"I don't know if this dress is so practical," he murmured some time later.