Liz sits at her computer reading different things and stumbles upon a few poems written by a Shira-Destrier on a site called deviant art. First one she finds is called dancing. She read it and as she did she could really feel what the poet wanted to portray.
It read, "As you glide along the dance floor with her in your arms
You hold her close
never wanting to let go
you feel your heart beat in your chest
The rhythmic thumping increases as if your heart is going to explode out of your chest
You twirl her around once and can't stop thinking of how beautiful she is
You wonder how you could ever be so lucky to have this wonderful girl
You pull her close and tell her how beautiful she looks
You smile as a blush creeps upon her face
She looks away but you grab her chin forcing her to look at you
You tilt her head up towards you
Bending your head down, a spark flies between her red lips and yours
Breaking apart, you both say wow at the same time
Releasing your grip from her you watch as she dances with a freedom you're not used to seeing
She looks like a free spirit
Pulling her off the dance floor you
You pull her into your lap
wrapping your arms around her
She wraps her arms around your neck while you hold her close
Watching the other dancers dance you and she are in another world
The lights look like stars across the ceiling
The clock strikes signaling the end of the night
Walking out the doors into the night sky
She shivers taking off your jacket you put it around her shoulders
She pulls it close as you walk her to the car
Opening the car door for her you give her a kiss on the cheek
The wonderful night has ended but you feel a new appreciation for your girl
"Could it really be that simple?" she wonders, out loud. A voice startles her as her blonde wolf approaches her.
"Could what really be that simple?" He inquires.
"How a guy feels about a girl while dancing with her? How he adores her while holding her in his arms and loving her as she moves?"
"It can be depending on if the guy truly loves her." He informs her. He wraps his arms around her and kisses her on the cheek. Billy watches her as she pulls another poem written by the same poet. This one related to them the most.
"Wondering how someone that is incredibly hot
Falls for a girl who doesn't always feel the prettiest
The muscles on his body are well toned
Yet the girls are hardly there except her legs
Looking like he doesn't have an ounce of fat on him
However she has two budges of fat
How could he fall for a girl that looks like that?
He still thinks she's the sexiest girl in the world
Despite her weight.
Shaking her head as she looks at herself
How could he fall for a girl like me?
She asks the question over and over.
She talks to him and he just tells her that she's beautiful
But I'm not she tells him.
Yes you are. Don't fight me on this he tells her.
He gently places a kiss on her lips as he can tell she is going to protest
He pulls back gently and smiles
The smile appears on her face as well
He takes her hand in his and walks off pulling her along.
A laugh escapes her as he pulls her along.
Running to keep up with him
"Come on," he states
"I'm coming," she says back.
Leading her to the setting sun, he sits down pulling her down in the process
The sky is full of blues, purples, pinks and yellows
He whispers in her ear I love you
She replies with a kiss filled with passion knocking him down into the sand
Only breaking the kiss when needing air and then they start laughing.
She rolls off him and lays her head on his shoulder sighing in the process
We need to go home he states slowly.
She pouts as she gets up.
He walks her to her door and kisses her one last time
Sleep well princess he says
You to my prince she replies
Lying on her bed she whispers how did I get so lucky?
She pictures him wrapping his arms around her and falls asleep."
Billy and Liz read the poem called loving a girl and Billy holds her closer as they read that one together.
"This one really fits us don't you agree, Wolfie," Liz comments.
"I concur." He kisses her lips passionately. He moves her notebook so he can kiss her better. A throat clears from behind them.
"Ugh," Liz says and glares at the person who turns out to be Tommy. Liz smirks at Tommy and grins wickedly at Billy.
Billy nods and they take off starting to chase the winged lord of the skies. Tommy's face washes with confusion and then has a look of horror on his face as he takes off running. They chase each other until the two wolves have an idea and hunt him until they are in the kitchen of the loft. Liz at one entrance and Billy is at the other, Tommy trapped in the middle.
"You've got to be kidding me!" Tommy suddenly exclaims. A flash of pink is behind Billy.
"Handsome did you get yourself in trouble again?" Kim's sweet voice inquires. Liz just nods at her. Kim shakes her head.
"What did he do this time?"
"We were having a sweet moment and Mr. White over there ruined it."
"What were you doing?"
"Kissing," I sneer.
"Ah," Kim states and grins as she leans against the door, "Get him then."
"Kim," Tommy whines.
"Sorry Tommy but you sealed your fate," Kim grins.
Tommy dodges and we just look at each other. He thought he would get away easily but he doesn't. We catch him mid flight and tickle him to death. Laughter erupts through the loft.
After ten minutes of tickling we finally set him free.
They enjoy the rest of their evening with laughter and stories of Tommy and Kim.
A/N: both the poems feature in this story are written by myself personally if you would like to read more please check out www(dot)shira-destrier(dot)deviantart(dot)com. Please put an actual dot where it says dot.
