Author Note::

Language. I DON'T OWN STRANGE ANGELS OR BETRAYALS OR THE CHARACTERS OR THE PLOT. Well in this story, I altered her plot, into what I wished happened. Hope you like.

"Do you want me to help you out with your clothes," he whispered as the blanket fell to the ground. I was blue from laying in the snow for Jesus knows how long and this boy has the decency to ask? "If not I'll stand by the door," he murmured turning from myself.

"H-h-h-help. M-me," I stuttered feeling the cold seep into my skin. It was like freezing into a cube slowly and painfully. Graves helped me lay down gently, trying to find some way to get me out of all those sweaters and wool. His hands gripped the edge of the material, then let his hands dive under it. They were hot, and shaking uncontrollably; leaving heat in their wake. I almost wanted to purr, but hissed instead because it heat hurt just as much as the cold.

Moisture from the room was beating down on me, making it harder to breath. I was just gasping from his hands skimming up my sides, and now this?

My eyes glued themselves shut, because they were too heavy not too. So sleepy... I felt my pants being pulled off, but didn't give it a second thought; this was Graves.

The next second, he was picking me up from the backs of my knees and back. When was this kid so strong? Fully clothed, not even taking off his shoes; he walked into the scorching hot lava water crap. With me. The heat hurt far worse than the cold. I felt a scream escape my mouth softly. Graves rubbed my thigh with his thumb, lulling me to calm down, "Come on Dru, you'll get warmer this way."

Slowly he lowered us into the water some more, so that my shoulders were under. I turned in his arms, straddling his lap and shoving my face into his neck. Such warmth... I didn't even realize at the time I was in a bra and underwear, straddling my best friend, and practically macking on his neck.

"Dru?" Now, for the first time in two weeks, he sounded scared.

"Say something, dammit," he demanded clutching my being to his own; as if to warm me more.

"S-s-s-something," I paused. "D-d-dam-mmit," I finished, to annoy him. If I didn't say something witty, I'd probably say how much I liked him holding me.

A slight chuckle came from him, soft and playful. At least he didn't think this to be awkward.

It seemed that we sat there for hours, days, anything that was longer than the few minutes we actually did spend like that. I mean, I wanted to stay like this.

"I'll go get you something dry to put on," he said, gently pushing me away and standing to leave.

"Graves?"

"Yeah," he mumbled, swinging back to myself. For the first time, I realized that I was face to face with the only first that I could trust.

His bright emerald eyes looking beautiful as ever, dyed black hair hanging in damp clumps around his face. That stupid silver earing winking at me. I was being mocked, teased; for something that I can't touch.

In less than a month, I've turned this kid into a wulf, got him attacked by crazy vampire freaks, and had his ass get kicked a couple times here; and he's still not backing out. This kid jumped others and kicked their ass' because I so much as bled.

I liked starring into his eyes, and he didn't object. We stayed like that for a while; him half out of the tub and me holding onto his shoulder with one read arm. And suddenly, his cheek looked really soft.

I leaned in, pressing my lips to his cheek. I pulled away, judging his expression, "Thanks. For everything, I can really count on you can't I?"

A small blushing smile played his face, "Everything's free from me Dru."

I soaked in the tub while Graves went to get me some clothes. What the hell did I do? Kissed him on the bloody cheek is what you did! Why did I do that again? Because he's not the half-assed ugly kid you met back in Dakota. He's a loup-garou, in command, grown up real life guy; and you kinda have a thing for him because he bought you burgers.

The door opened to the tubs, Graves holding a flannel, a pair of pajama pants, and a towel. Those really didn't look like my clothes at all. "I didn't want to go through your stuff and... find... yeah you know what I mean. Here's some of mine," he said handing them to me when I stepped out of the water.

His clothes were very much water logged, he didn't even change himself.

He puts me before himself.

I grabbed for the towel first, drying off excess water everywhere. Graves' gaze was burning into my being, feeling heated just from it.

After throwing on the clothes he gave me, we set off into the halls. At the fork where it goes to my room down one hallway and Dylan's office in the other; Graves started for the office. Noticing I stopped, he turned, "Dylan wants to talk with you."

I started for my room, ignoring his statement. The sound of wet shoes squeaked behind me. "Dylan can go get castrated."

Opening the door to my room, Graves stopped at the door when I went in. "Come in, shut and lock the door," I said going through the clothes in my dresser. I was going to throw on my pajamas, so that he could change into something dry. Without taking another look back I went to my bathroom and changed.

Graves was standing by the door, looking around the room as if to take it in. Seriously, there was jack shit in this place. I haven't used the credit cards to their fullest extent. I tossed the clothes at him, "There are towels in the bathroom, change."

Moments later he came out, looking like a tired little boy that is sick to death. I was crawling into my bed, wrapping the covers around myself. I was tired, I wanted to fall into oblivion and sleep for a hundred days. It was still dark out, but the sun was slightly peeking over the horizon. The room was pitch black when Graves turned off the light.

Sliding locks bought my attention. "Graves," I asked, turning to face the door.

"Huh?" The noise stopped.

"Are you leaving," I asked, rising slightly from my bed.

"Yeah, I thought you were going to sleep?"

"Just stay, please," I found myself begging. What is getting into me? I heard the sliding locks again, then silence. "Put the chair in front of door would 'ya? Lock the damn window too," I muttered punching my pillow to fluff it up. Scrapping of a wooden chair. His feet padded across the room to the window, another sliding lock. "Come on, I don't bite," I muttered again.

The bed dipped, I scooted over for him to lay on the other side. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea. This bed was only a full, and Graves was bigger than a thought.

"Why did I lock the window?" His voice came out in a shake.

"Christophe likes to make an entrance from time to time, and I don't want that bloody ass hole coming in tonight," I muttered. I'll punch his teeth out if he does.

Graves laid on my other side, trying to be confined to the small space. "Why?"

"Because you're here." I tried not to make it sound creepy, but it did. In all ways possible. I wanted to just feel safe while I slept. Graves made me feel safe.

"Do you like Christophe?" Hurt.

"...no. If I did, I'd ask him to stay in my room with me." I whispered, hoping he didn't hear what I said exactly.

The bed moved a bit. Even facing him, I couldn't really see where he was. One of his hands met my side under the blanket. When did he get under the blanket? A small sigh of content fled my lips. I closed my eyes, hoping for sleep to come peacefully tonight. It was pushed back in my face. A wave of hot air hit my face next.

I opened my eyes, but still couldn't see much. Something soft was pressing against my mouth. My hand rose, touching the thing closest to it; which is Graves jaw. Graves was kissing me.

My heart-rate accelerated, I've never kissed anyone before. It's always been about hunting and killing.

I felt myself push back softly against his own lips. They pushed back harder than before. It started off like a dance, then his parted, making mine to the same in the process. Still continue the dance, he rolled on top of me; freezing all of my motions.

This is Graves. Laying on top of me, kissing me; Graves.

Before I could stop, push him away, or anything; his tongue brushed against my lip. I opened my mouth a bit wider, letting the evasion take over with the tingles that erupted from my body.

The maddening game started. I was frenching Graves, in my room, with him on top of me.

And I loved it.

I grabbed a handful of his hair, pulling his face closer; making the dance wilder.

Suddenly he pulled away, in which I whimpered at the loss.

"Dru," he whispered, "Did you just kiss me back?"

I swallowed, breathing heavy. "Please do it again."