Deucalion and Peter were comfortably lounging on the couch, Alice dozing between them. Deucalion's arm was around her shoulders, his hand resting on her collarbone and a claw was lazily tracing the dip between them. Peter was half-asleep, his feet propped up as he rested his arms over legs, which were across his lap.

It was truly peaceful. The lights were low, the tv was just low enough for the werewolves to hear it, and their mate was peacefully sleeping. If Deucalion was being honest, though, she slept too often.

He wouldn't say it out loud, but she did like her naps. Leave her alone for longer than a few minutes without proper entertainment and she was out like a light. At least she slept relatively silently.

And to be perfectly blunt, she was always making some sort of noise when she was awake. When she cooked or cleaned, she had to have music playing. Even she was watching a show or movie, she had to comment on something.

She was also always snacking on something, she always had something in her mouth. The poor reusable straws had bite marks littered across them. Even their fingers were often nibbled on, not particularly harsh or even erotic, just a consistent slow 'nom' as she worded it.

He hated to groan, but, ugh, she wiggled so much. She shifted, she squirmed, she wiggled, it was impossible to make her sit still. She was never comfortable and if she was she ended up taking a bloody nap!

He smiled softly and gently rubbed her hip with his thumb. Yes, she did annoy him; at least, in the beginning of the relationship, he honestly thought she was more of an annoyance. But, overtime, her quirks grew on him.

It wasn't honestly too hard to keep her awake, but it was handy for her to nap when he wanted to do work. She was very cuddly while she was awake and while he didn't mind, it did disrupt his work. Plus, it was cute, seeing how she slept in a variety of positions and across various furniture.

The consistent noise wasn't actually a bother, it was actually a bit of a comfort. Her music was a bit annoying, but as long as she kept it down, he had no problem with it playing. She often danced along as well, which he would join in on occasion. Never for her party-type dancing, but he did join for the love songs. And, of course, her commentary was quite interesting.

Her oral fixation was cute, despite the teeth marks and drool. She lazily chewed on pens and marker caps whenever she colored or writing something, and of course her poor straws were a consistent victim. She never bothered his hands whenever he was busy, but it wasn't rare for her to lazily 'nom' on his fingers at night before she dozed off.

Her consistent wiggling wasn't really so bad, either. She was like her brother and had ADHD, but hers was nowhere near as bad as his. He found the best way to get her to still at night to sleep was to lay on top of her, which both weighed her down and left her neck free to scent.

She had endless quirks, like the way she chewed on her lips and nails whenever she was merely bored, or the way she stared at candle flames a little longer than an average person, or even when they went to the store and she had to sniff as many candles possible until her nose burned. Or how instead of asking for help or using a knife, she would bite plastic to tear things open.

Truly, she was a very quirky human, but, she was his quirky human. All of her quirks made her special and unique, and perfectly her. And he loved everything about her, even if he didn't say it often.