Pairing: Embry/Leah
Genre: Romance
Rating: M
Status : Complete (one-shot)
A/N : A biggg thank you to jarms for reading and editing this drabble; for making it better. You are awesome, my darling sister. :D (3
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He gripped her hips firmly, fingers molding into heated flesh, bodies rocking together. The painfully slow rhythm had big promises to keep, flooding their veins with electrifying excitement.
Sitting up slowly, resting his forehead against hers, their breath mingled. Their lips inches apart. It took every ounce of willpower not to close the distance and kiss her senseless.
But, no. He couldn't do that. He wasn't allowed.
Her rules.
A kiss…more intimate than any other physical contact.
Embry gulps the liquor from the glass. He can't get drunk easily, but the amber liquid burns his throat providing enough distraction. He's a mess, jumbled thoughts of 'what if' fill his mind with uncertainty.
Picking up his cellphone, he checks the message from Leah for the seventh time.
"Come over later tonight. ;)"
Sighing, he runs a hand through his hair. One wrong move and he could lose her forever.
She said it so easily, he had no choice but to agree to every single condition. "I'm open to experiments, and we can try all sorts of stuff. We'll have fun, but when we're done, that's it. No strings attached. No mushy crap."
Pillow talk was out at first, but she broke her own rule and stayed back one night. It was unexpected, but he loved every moment. Her head on his chest, fingers playing in her hair… So comfortable.
That was when she admitted she was afraid to date because of imprinting and wolf magic.
"I think I'm over Sam, but I'm not ready to risk it. Maybe someday…," she trailed off, lighting the first spark of hope in his chest.
Determined, he pushes off the table and grabs the small flower bouquet. She once said she loved roses because Sam always gave her those. But Embry chose orchids because to him, they represent who she is—wild, beautiful, and unique.
She opens the door before he knocks, greeting him with a naughty wink. Breathless at the sight of her beauty, he smiles. He has fallen for her hard, and there is not a single thing he can do about it.
Today, he is going to test his luck.
As they grew closer, he understood her more, saw the real person she tried to hide. And she accepted him in a way no one else ever did.
With her, he never felt the need to "man up" when real shit surfaced. She cradled him against her chest as he opened up about his father. His silent tears soaked her shirt, but she didn't complain. She just listened, her fingers drawing soothing circles on his back.
Surprises came when he learned she liked sappy, romantic movies—not really his thing. But he sat through them because she asked…and so he could spend more time with her.
"Who ever ends up with you is a damn lucky girl, Call. You're the poster child for Mr. Perfect," she told him, nibbling on the last piece of pizza, then offering him a bite.
She pulls him inside, eager to get him alone. Leading the way, she drags him toward the stairs, but he halts her movements with a tug on her hand. Turning, she raises an eyebrow at him.
"These are for you." Handing her the orchids, he's pleased when her expression changes. She's caught off guard. Staring at him intently, she searches his eyes for something. But he keeps a straight face.
Capping her surprise, she accepts the flowers. "What's this? Are we dating now, Emb?" She tries to play it cool, but he can see the wheels turning as she grabs a vase from the kitchen.
Once the orchids are arranged, she urges him toward her room, but he stops her yet again, backing her into the wall.
"Umm…you want to do it here today?" Raising a perfectly arched brow, a slight frown marrs her features when Embry shakes his head.
"There's something I need to say." He traps her between his arms. With every passing second, he moves closer, his gaze intense.
"E-Embry…"
"Shh…" He cuts her off with a finger to her lips. "Just listen, Lee." Leaning in, he presses his body to hers, their lips just a breath away.
"Emb. No k-kissing. We've already t-talked about this," she stutters.
"I won't kiss you until you let me, Lee." With the hint of a deep lying challenge, his voice is low and husky. "Remember you told me you were up for experiments? That we could try any sort of crazy stuff?"
She nods…slowly. He continues, his gaze burning through hers. "Lee, that someday you were talking about, that maybe you were hoping for…" He sighs, knowing this moment will change his life forever.
"I want more. A lot more. Let me show you there's a chance for us." He whispers against her lips. "Please, Lee. Try this one for me." His sincerity is evident in his watery gaze. "I promise, I won't let you get hurt."
She gasps, her eyes glistening. A small shake of her head followed by the barely audible admission of her greatest fear, "Imprint…"
And he answers without pause. "I'll fight for us."
"What if I imprint?"
"I'll fight for us."
"But, what if you can't?" Her voice is desperate and broken.
"I will find a way. Because, Lee,"—he tucks a wild hair behind her ear—"you are worth it."
Tears flow, leaving wet trails on her cheeks.
"Just one chance. I won't let you regret it."
Time stills while they look at each other, neither moving. He can feel it when she finally decides, her whole body relaxing.
Slowly, she leans forward and presses her lips against his—the kiss giving him answers words could never convey.
With Embry Call, there are strings attached, the kind that binds souls together forever.