-Not Tonight-
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They shivered in the entrance hall, her arms coiled tightly around his, her lips pressed to his neck, her heart racing in time with his. The door hushed the wind as it swung closed behind the two, shutting out the nip of cold that would separate if not cared for properly. She pressed her eyes tight as his cool skin was damped with her body heat. "You warm yet?"
He hesitated with his response, loving the warmth she willed his way and just wanting to stay in place with her body pressed to his. "I'm… yeah."
Arms dropped and she grabbed for one of his hands, kicking off her shoes as she went, the sound of her feet padding down the hall with his. Moonlight bathed the home with silver and beauty, the rooms absent of artificial brightness. Sam's eyes remained on their fingers intermingling and pressing against each other as she prodded the door with her socked feet and pulled him in behind her. He backed onto her bed and watched her back as she pressed both hands gingerly on the door and let it slip closed with a silent click. She pressed her forehead on the door.
"What's wrong, Grace?"
Silence.
"Grace?"
"It's getting cold, Sam," her voice was tired and worn and so utterly hollow that he couldn't contain his wince. Her whole frame wracked with a shutter and she pushed away from the door, turning to look at him. The moon flashed a rectangle over his eyes, causing them to glint mysterious and dangerous and loving. "You know it, too."
He stared at his lap. How could he not? Of course it was growing colder the further they delved into winter and Sam could feel his lupine skin begging to be released, for him to shake off his human form and go animal, all instinctual. His stomach rolled with nausea every moment he stood under open skies with Grace running by his side. But looking at her now, the world felt wrapped in the promise of summer.
"Sam," when he glanced her way, she was standing over him. She reached and ran her palm through his sideburns to rest on his cheek. She was moonlit and warm and near to glowing as she stared down at him. "Kiss me."
It wasn't that she really had to ask him because he was more than willing; he could tell both of their bodies were humming in a rhythm want want want; and hearing the words coming from her was beyond odd when she hardly even told him that she loved him, but he didn't press her on it. He just cradled her face and pressed his lips to hers chastely. She was bent on his eye level, searching for something more.
"Not good enough," she shook her head and pulled his mouth back to hers, more fully in a different sort of kiss, feverish and excited. Her breath was hot in his mouth and felt so comfortable, tongue flicking along his teeth. She pulled away. "Scoot back."
He cocked his head but obeyed, moving further onto the bed and receiving her intentions loud and clear as she moved to straddle him and resume her fevered, deep kiss. He couldn't push out the feeling of this being so wrong but that couldn't overpower his instinct to drop his hands on her hips just below the line of chaste and kiss her back.
And then she pushed. She was making the attempt to lower him down and he just couldn't bring himself to go that far yet. His protest was a noise that could've been interpreted as a grunt or growl and he wasn't sure how animal it sounded to her until she separated their lips.
"Not tonight, Grace."
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"Why are you so careful with me, Sam Roth?"
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A/N: Another version will be written later under this same story. Probably a better version. This is one's definitely the shorter one.