CHAPTER 1 - The one where it was an accident.

When she woke up that day, she had thought it would be one of those days. Basically, an eventless day. She had come in from work at 4am and had gone to shower then straight to bed. Isaac and Scott knew not to bother her on those days so she had as usual slept the required 8 hours and gotten up sometime after midday.

No one was at home as expected because it was a Wednesday afternoon and she expected them to be in school, which they were. Good boys as they were, they had made breakfast before leaving and attached a note that said [Just in case you wake up early.] She didn't wake up early but her bones felt like mush and she really wasn't up to cooking or even fixing herself some snacks so she had just gobbled down the apple juice and pancakes and slumped on the couch to watch TV for the next hour.

It was all she was allowed recently. She went into work at 4pm and came home at 4am except on the weekends when she was free to resume work at whatever time she wanted. There was nothing great on tv at 2pm anyway so mostly she sat down watching cartoons in her pajama's while munching lazily on a bowl filled with a mixture of left over pastries from different times of the month.

The hour was soon up and she felt full, entertained -not as she would have liked but it still made up for it- and with the realization that the kids would be home any time soon, she made her way upstairs to fix herself a bath. Oh yes, she intended to soak for at least thirty minutes and if there was no sign of the boys, maybe indulge in her own self-satisfaction under the foams.

The prospect seemed to evade her thoughts as she sunk into the lukewarm water and allowed the soaps and salts to work their magic. Yes, it was sensual, especially how the water lapped around her nether regions whenever she moved her leg even a bit but after a while, her senses just calmed and her thoughts cleared till she just lay there in the water, soaking.

When the timer went off, she had the intense desire to slam it off but her work awaited and she couldn't afford to be late so she just got out slowly and went about her getting ready procedure.

Scott was an idiot, he has decided. No, it didn't mean he didn't love him anymore. Hell, if anything, it made him love the alpha even more but that was not the point. The point was that the boy had totally ditched him after school for a mission he was sure was going to be action packed. His stupidity included his carry-the-world-on-my-shoulder attitude and Isaac would love a chance to choke slam the shit out of him.

He made his way slowly home, in no hurry at all since Scott wasn't there and would probably be with Stiles later when he was done with whatever shit he had to do. He knew he wasn't alone at home the moment he stepped inside the house because he heard and recognized that heartbeat.

He knew it too well. Knew how it sounded when she was sleeping and how it sounded when she was wide awake or how it just was, when she was doing . . . certain things. Activities. He walked quietly up the stairs and into his room, shutting the door just as quietly behind him so as not to disrupt Melissa's soak in the bath. -Yes, she knew her sad routine too.

When she was done dressing up in the pink slacks and shirt that she wore to the hospital on Wednesdays, she run her fingers through her hair and re-wrapped the hairband around it, leaving the black, bushy curls flowing onto her shoulders. Her bag lay on the chair in her doorway and she picked it up on her way out, locking the door behind her before heading toward the stairs.

She was almost at the stair, in fact she was there, just hasn't started her descent when she caught a sound from behind her that startled her. With a jump and a yelp, she turned around to face her assailant, her panicked brain not functioning properly, only to lose her balance and trip down, her eyes shutting as she braced herself for the blinding pain she knew falling down staircases caused.

Demerits of being a nurse. She was already counting the bones she won't mind if they broke and the ones that were likely to break from this angle but nothing was happening and unless God decided to freeze time for her or some other thing that could only be classified as a miracle, then she was going to. . . She realized then that a hand was clutching hers then before she could see whom it was, she was being hauled against a hard chest and her palms were moving instinctively to the man's -obviously- abs and tilting her body back to get a better look and if possible, better leverage to be able to kick him in the nuts.

"Isaac. . ." Is wasn't supposed to come out as a whisper. She hadn't meant for it to come out that way but she also hadn't expected Isaac's chest to be this ridged or for her body to feel so small against his. The warmth radiating off his skin to her was definitely not helping to clear her mind.

He felt hot. No, not aroused, just really hot as if he was going to start sweating anytime soon but then he knew he wasn't.

He had been in his room, thinking he was going to go to sleep and leave her to whatever she had to do before going to work. He saw absolutely no essence to him worrying her because yes, Melissa McCall was bound to worry. If not about anything at all, then the usual questions of Where is Scott? Is he okay? Why didn't you go with him? Have you eaten? And a whole lot of hoopla.

However, when he heard her on her way to the stairs, he realized he could probably be locked inside the house and being as impulsive as he was, he bounded down the stairs in only his baggy sweats, not bothering to pull on a shirt because all he was going to do was tell her that he was at home so she shouldn't lock up the house but instead, he had startled her and fearing he had just killed her, he pulled her back forcefully to himself and then held her there mainly out of relief, his eyes staring straight ahead and unseeing till he felt her moving slightly in his arms. His hold loosened lightly, his eyes fixed on hers, leaning over her in a way he never had.

He never noticed how fragile she was or better, he did notice how fragile she was but didn't know to what extent her fragility stretched because she was a hard worker and tough as nails but now, towering over her shorter frame while the tension in the room felt like it was going to snap, he was realizing things he really shouldn't be noticing. Not right now anyway.

Her hands had not moved from his biceps and he didn't pretend to not notice when her eyes roamed over his face and hovered a moment longer on his lips because his had been doing a similar thing from the moment she had pulled back long enough for him to see her face completely. To appreciate the soft and gentle ridges on her surreally soft and tender face, her eyes, the shape of her nose, her beautiful hairline -and that was something he never cared for about anyone- and then finally, her lips, lingering and noticing the little twitch at the corner when it happened, her natural-colored lip balm that held a professional touch and matched with the light, natural makeup she wore.

Slowly and not knowing how long he had been staring at her, his eyes found hers again and before he could help himself, before he could school himself to resist the burst of curiosity that she let off in her aura, his head dipped low and slow to press his lips onto hers.

It wasn't weird. Which was weird but he pulled back only to press another kiss to her stunned lips, then another and another till he felt her give under him, her lips becoming more pliant and soft and then she was pouting them, returning his kiss in that same slow sensual pace.

Isaac didn't want to do anything to break the moment and kept his hands planted gently on her hips, not restricting in any manner for just in case she wanted to bolt away from him.

She wasn't thinking. She knew she wasn't thinking, couldn't think as she felt his breath on her cheek, his mouth soft and slightly firm on hers and hers responding to them in a way she doesn't remember ever doing but perhaps that was because she has not been with anyone in more than a decade. No one who was alive, anyway.

Unable to help herself, her hands trailed upwards on his abs till she reached out and pulled his head to hers in a harder kiss, a part of her brain seeming to have decided she has had enough of the gentle and soft kisses. If she was going to go to hell for kissing him, it better be for actually getting a thorough kiss instead of a light and chaste one.

Isaac groaned a bit, feeling his inhibitions fall away slowly with every run of her fingers through his hair and quickly pulled her against himself and snaked his right arm around Melissa. His mouth was warm on hers and she couldn't help moaning in response, pressing herself against him as she started to realize who it was that she was kissing in that moment, even as his tongue gently nudged her lips apart and she opened up for him.

She was going to hell, she thought as his tongue invaded her mouth, sweeping the warmth of her and mapping it out before he sinuously wrapped it along hers. Oh yes, she was going to hell and willingly too.

Isaac moaned. It was to be expected from all the bliss he was being subjected to, his arm roaming her back as the kiss got desperate and deeper and firmer, their tongues batting each other in a sensual dance as she moved into him, standing up on the tip of her toes naturally to ease the crane in his neck and Isaac continuously tightened his hold on her as he devoured her lips.

Soon, the technique of breathing through their noses was just not enough anymore and they pulled apart for air.

The realization seemed to hit full blow as their arms fell away from each other, and they literally jumped back. Melissa's fingertips found their way to her lips, her cheeks flushed and her whole body heated up in ways they really shouldn't be.

"I- " She wanted to say something. She needed to say something yet her voice, and the ability to form sentences, seemed to have dejected her.

"It was an accident." He replied immediately with his voice a coarse and lusty whisper, reading the discomfort from her features without having to use his wolf powers.

"Yes. Totally. I... Thank you for catching me. I would've . . ." She cocked her head in a familiar gesture and he smiled, choosing to provide her with the word.

". . . Fallen."

"Right. Anyway uhmmm. . . I'll. . . Yeah, I'm leaving. Be good." She felt weird saying it. Treating him like a kid when he oh so kissed like a man, made her feel like a woman again even for the briefest moments and her face heated up once more, realizing she was still standing before him.

Clearing her throat loudly, she gave his arm a playful pat -wrong idea as she remembered how those abs had felt under her fingers, the drum and thump of his veins from right under the skin- and hurried down the stairs and out the door, breathing out a relieved sigh.

She was not going to forget that in a very long time.

Left standing at the top of the stairs, Isaac's breathing managed to get to normal after a few more minutes and long after he had stopped hearing her heartbeat pounding loudly as she drove off in her car. He had fantasized about kissing Melissa more times than was normal but the real thing beat the hell out of his fantasies. This was going to be his doom, he was sure.

Because Melissa's lips tasted like heaven, solace and peace yet at the same time, immeasurable danger -which was probably because Scott would snap his head off his shoulder if he found out. If- and yes, he knew the risk but given another chance, he would plunge into her depths all over again and she won't have a second of regret.