Hey there guys! I wrote this one a couple of months ago. It's not actually an imprinting story, per se. But it is one of my favorite wolves and this is one of my favorite pairs.
Here's a little info, you should probably read it before you start the story:
Luke: Loves to surf, go to the beach, and run in the rain. Youngest of the Rivers (Paul and Rachel). Favorite color is turquoise - it reminds him of the ocean and is a generally calming color. He's more about actions than words but can make great conversation when he wants to. He loves to run and his all time favorite game is Hide and Go Seek. Favorite song is Hey Jude because it reminds him of his struggle with Cali; her being the only thing that he really had strong emotions and passion for.
Cali: Loves Thai food, shopping (not in the normal way, however. She likes to people watch), cooking and Luke. Youngest of the Taylors (Kim and Jared). She's named after where she was born (California) and it's her favorite place to be. Favorite color is lime green - it just makes her feel happy and light; it's a summer color and it reminds her of Luke's favorite board shorts. She's not a very social person, like Luke, and they usually end up together because they're in the same age group and the youngest of their respective families who are very close.
PS: Most of these characters are mine, but the ones that you recognize are SM's. No stealing, please.
So, without further au du, Lucas Alexander Rivers and Cali Brianne Taylor
"Hey Jude, don't let me down. You have found her, now go and get her. Remember to let her into your heart. Then you can start to make it better." -The Beatles, Hey Jude
I loved the way her neck moved; she was just so greaceful. She had the nicest eyes. You kinda just wanted to stare into them to see all of them but you couldn't do that because then you looked weird. She dressed differently. She only wore dresses and skirts... well, mostly. Not tight or revealing ones, just pretty colored and flowy ones. She hated the color black, she never wore it. Wait, that's a lie. She only wore it during the winter, as shoes, or at a funeral. She loved the color green and she looks beautiful when she wears it. I like the way she makes faces at people when they do stupid things, even though they can't see her. I love how I'm the only one that really sees her.
She was sitting on the beach with little Sienna in an a lavender dress with small dark purple flowers all over the front. It was a little chilly so she had a white sweater around her and little white shoes to match. She was teaching Sienna to count using sea shells and I couldn't help but think that if we had children, would that be the way she would teach them? We would have nice children... Maybe a girl and a boy; that would be nice. Little ones running around... I was getting ahead of myself. I didn't deserve her. She was just so... perfect and I was... flawed, to put it lightly. And then there was imprinting, if I would ever - if we were to - I didn't want to hurt her. She was off limits, as far as that was concerned. She was off limits in every other way too. Out of my league, out of my element.
I loved her, that much was easy to figure out. There was no other way to explain the way I felt around her. Light headed, dizzy, unable to make coherent thoughts, etc. But there was nothing I could do about it. That always brought me down so I paddled back to shore and shook the feeling quickly. She smiled when I walked over to her and Sienna, all wrapped up in the seashells and counting. I smiled back and she held out her hand to be lifted up. I gripped it and lifted her gently. I wanted to rip her up and against me but that didn't seem to be appropriate. She grabbed Sienna's hand and lifted her like I had done her and we walked down First Beach towards home. I grabbed Sienna's other hand and swung her lightly so that she was suspended between us for a step. She giggled and Cali helped this time. We swung her like a doll between us until Sienna's arms were going to fall off. We dropped her back at the Call house and retreated towards home.
I wanted to grab her hand but I distracted myself by lifting my board atop my head instead and keeping my hands away from he. She looked over to me briefly and smiled.
"Having trouble carrying your board, big strong wolf-man?" Big. Strong. Wolf-man. Those words were no good for my imagination, my nether regions, nor my ego.
"Uh, no. Just... I don't know." Wow. So eloquent.
"I get it." And that was why I loved her, she always knew what to say. I smiled a little and started to jog ahead of her. She jogged faster and soon we were racing down Adler, her heels clicking along the cracked pavement, and turning onto the worn path that led to Uncle Jared and Aunt Kim's house. She was ahead of me but she slowed down, breathing a little hard. I slowed too and soon we were walking again.
"I hate running," she mock glared at me.
"I know." I smirked and kept walking.
"But I'm competitive."
"I know." I know a lot about you.
"I hate you werewolves, I can never beat you at anything except for, like, scattegories."
"I know. You are a very good scattegories player."
"The best in La Push."
"I know." We reached the big white house and I set my board next to Jason's, Aiden's, and what looked to be Sammy's. The big blue jeep was missing though, so I knew they weren't home. We walked into the kitchen and she poured a glass of raspberry iced tea. I hated raspberry iced tea and she knew that so she threw me a pomegranate juice from the fridge that the Taylor's kept in stock especially for me.
"Thanks."
"I hate that stuff," she said a little disgustedly as she eyed the bottle of dark juice.
"I hate raspberry iced tea." she contemplated that for a few seconds before she answered back.
"I like pad thai." She said, directing the conversation to something that was positive.
"Good idea." Since there were no Thai places in La Push, Cali herself had decided to learn how to make her very own traditional Thai food. And she was damn good at it. She flitted around the kitchen, soaking noodles, frying peanuts, boiling shrimp. She was a really good chef and I knew that's what she was going to do when she grew up. She was just so good at it.
I helped her stir all of the ingredients, staring at her from the corner of my eye as she quickly scrambled an egg. I wondered if I kissed her what she would do. Because that's what I wanted to do right now. She was just too tantalizing with that adorable white apron with flowers all over it and a dishrag thrown over her shoulder, her hair tied up and a headband securely in place, her little tongue slipping between her lips as she concentrated. She was beautiful in the afternoon kitchen, her little white shoes making that clicking sound across the hard wood floor as she skipped between the bowl I was stirring and the stove.
I excused myself to the bathroom and tried to get myself under control. I could hear her heartbeat, I could smell her fresh raspberry/lime scent that often was the cause of a very cold shower, I could feel her pulse through me. I breathed deeply and splashed my face with cold water, trying to cool myself down. I walked back through the den and grabbed a shirt that was thrown across the couch and slipped it on. It smelled like Jason but I felt the need to be... better? Maybe that was the word. But I just felt like I needed to act different, actually get dressed for dinner.
When I got back into the kitchen she had the pad thai on plates and everything set on the table. I slipped into my chair and we began eating. I smiled as I took the first bite, nothing better than Cali Pad Thai. She looked up and asked me what I was smiling at.
"It's really good, but what else is new?" She just smiled and roller her eyes.
"It's pad thai, Luke. Anyone could do it." I couldn't. And no one could do it as well as you do.
"I know, but I just like the way you do it," I tried to shrug it off like it was no big deal but I lived for the things that she did, including pad thai. We ate in silence for a few minutes while I cleared away nearly four servings to her one. Once she was done, she sat back in her chair and played with a bracelet I got her when I was in Mexico last year and my pride swelled a little. I stretched a little and collapsed back into my chair when I was done, content to just sit here and watch her for a few minutes.
"You have something on your shirt," she said as she leaned close and grabbed the color of my shirt. She wiped away whatever it was and paused for a second. Her fingers brushed the skin of my neck and her heart sped up. Mine did too. She leant back slowly and I grabbed onto her arm, pulling her back towards me. Maybe it was the way her skin just felt so nice against mine, or maybe the way he heart rate had sped up, or maybe it was her intoxicating smell but whatever it was, it was giving me some guts and something that I couldn't resist. I took one look at her, caught her 'deer-in-the-headlights-look' and kissed her. I didn't crush my lips to her, I didn't gently sweep ours together. Nope. I just kissed her. And I kissed her for a second before she kissed me back and then we were really kissing and it was the most amazing feeling I've ever experienced.
I pulled back once the rational side of me had caught up with the not-so-rational side after he had taken off like a bat out of hell when he saw his opportunity. I didn't really know what to say. Maybe an apology?
"I'm - I'm sorry... I just couldn't..." help it. I couldn't help it.
"Do it again." Excuse me? I had expected... I don't know. Not that decisive, convicted tone, that's for sure.
"Really?" I needed to make sure.
"Yeah." I didn't get the chance to because she had taken the lead and then she was halfway in my lap and she smelled really good and all I wanted to for the rest of my life was just sit here and kiss her. She moved her hands to my face and dragged her perfectly manicured nails along my scalp lightly. Now that, felt amazing.
But I couldn't sit here forever and kiss her when there was the threat of imprinting haunting my every step.
"Imprint," I whispered softly against her lips.
"Don't worry about that right now; whatever happens... happens." And then she kissed me again. I wanted to wrap my self in this thing that we had. I wanted to build on in and take it to forever and never let go of it. I let her in and she brought me out and we met somewhere in the middle and now it was perfect to sit here in the kitchen and kiss her like I was born for it.
I felt like I was at home; that's how I knew that everything would be okay. This was home, this was where I belonged and I liked it that way. I fell in love and there was no going back now. Because the way that Cali was kissing me right now was making me want to not worry about it. So I didn't and ran my hands over her face and memorized her cheeks with my thumbs, threading my fingers through her hair. And I kissed her until I was just satisfied with having her near me. Near me like this.
A little abrupt and a little too forward but that's just the way my Lukey does things :) Reveiw? Thanks!
