He'd never whispered anything in her ear that was outstandingly original. I want to marry you, I want to spend forever with you, you're the most beautiful thing in the world. A hundred girls had heard those lines a hundred ways and times, and they always fell for it, growing weak inside and melting like chocolate and with the need to catch their breath. Wrapped up in the blankets that kept them warm, and listening to Sam tell her everything she never knew she needed to hear, Leah felt like she was falling, as her heart beat erratically in the wake of his whisper. His lips find their way down her and she thinks she must be made of chocolate, why else would he want to taste her so, and she's melting in his mouth…As her breath comes in wispy gasps, and his is heavy and warm on her neck, she thinks that it's just one more thing she's given to him.
He doesn't speak to her for a week and she isn't sure that he's even still alive, and for some reason when she goes to visit her cousin in the hospital, she looks at Leah with pity. Beautiful, ruined Emily with shame in her eyes, and Leah just wants to cry (but, oh, she's been doing that for days and Sam took his broad shoulders with him and her pillow is a poor, squishy substitute that lets her sink deeper and deeper in rather than giving something solid to hold onto) when Emily asks if she's seen Sam in a few days. Leah spends all of her time choking on sobs and wonders when her boyfriend is going to let her breath again.
It's her cousin's first day home, and Leah braves the sympathetic stares to make the walk to visit her. She's been alone too long to care anymore, and she's just about ready to cut her hair short and call it quits on guys and become one of those 'I am woman hear me roar' types, even though all she really wants to do is see Sam again so that she can just know why. She rounds the bend to the beginning of Emily's land and sees the pretty little house with the lace curtain in the front room drawn back and…
Sam, her Sam, the Sam she hasn't seen, the Sam she'd been about to pretend to give up on, was carefully unwrapping the bandages from her cousin's marred face. He held Emily with a reverence, like he was holding the world between his palms, and he ever so gently traces the scars on her face with his lips until he finds hers, and in the midst of their kiss there is perfection. Leah knows that this isn't the first and, oh god, he didn't tell her, he was hiding this from her, and she didn't know how long it had been going on, and this is why he has been avoiding her.
It's what Sam doesn't say that leaves Leah truly breathless.
0-FIN-0
I've been in a huge wolfpack slump since I saw New Moon, and after reading almost everything over on Pack_100, I had to give it a try. But I couldn't fit the prompt into it, and it's way over a hundred words, so I think it's better suited here.
If you know of any places to find quality fanfiction about the Twilight wolves, drop me a line, mmkay?
