First fanfic and it's a short oneshot. Raine helped with the editing and the overall feedback. We adore the love story of Quil and Claire and I thought this would be a nice little story to grace the Twilight Fanfiction Archive. Enjoy.
Quil held me close to him, like he didn't want to let go lest I disappear. The wind shook the trees around us violently. Thunder boomed and lightning lit up the sky with an eerie light that frightened me slightly. I clung to Quil and closed my eyes, my head braced against his chest. He rubbed my back soothingly, the heat of his hands comforting in contrast with the freezing rain that pelted down on me. I shivered despite Quil's body heat.
"Claire," he whispered soflty. He stroked my hair. "We have to leave. I don't want you to get sick or something."
I shook my head. I didn't want to leave. I hated storms. I didn't mind rain but everything else that came with it was just too much. A shiver racked through my body and I hugged myself closer to Quil.
"Claire," he said again.
"I don't want to move," I whispered.
"I won't let anything happen to you, honey," he told me. "I promise."
"A-are you s-sure?" My teeth were chattering now.
"Claire. We need to leave. I'm going to go phase really quick, okay? Are you going to be alright?"
I nodded into his big chest which was soaking wet. He kissed my hair softly before sprinting off into the trees that surrounded us. I shivered, wrapping my arms tightly around myself. My tank top was sopping wet and so were my jean shorts. My hair hung like strings around my head, hanging in my face, stuck to my neck and dripping. I felt like a wet cat. And I hated it.
Thunder crashed. Lightning streaked through the sky. I whimpered at the noise. I wanted Quil. I wanted him to be here with me, to hold me to his sweltering body. I closed my eyes tightly. Something rustled. I whimpered again. I didn't know what it was. It was probably a wild animal come to eat me. I shivered. Something wet and cold nudged my arm. I opened my eyes. A chocolate brown, horse-sized, wolf-looking thing was standing in front of me, his head lowered to my level. I threw my arms around Quil's neck. I could smell the rain and the musky scent of the forest on his fur. I didn't want to let go of him.
Quil licked my cheek with his rough, wolf tongue. He nudged me again with his nose. I let go briefly to climb up on his back, then clung onto him tighter than ever before. He whined and turned his head. His humane eyes told me everything was going to be fine, that he wouldn't let anything even come close to harming me. I nodded into his fur and closed my eyes. He took off running through the trees. All I felt was air.