Alone Time, Anyone? - Grace

"Grace? Can we talk to you please?" my father called me from our kitchenette. I came and placed a few coffee mugs on the table and sat down on the lap of a still shirtless Sam, cradling my coffee in both hands, sipping cautiously. "Alone?" he added.

Sam looked at me, smiled, "good luck." He whispered as he got up from beneath me and walked into our room, mostly likely to get some clothes on. I sat back down on the loves seat with my legs crosses or each knee. My father obviously had no intention of actually talking to me so my mom filled in. "How's this arrangement been going?"

"Fantastic, actually." I pleasantly responded. My father murmured under his breath, "I can tell." I pretended to not take notice of his rude and inappropriate remark but I did and my mother did. She nudged his thigh with hers.

She continued, "And... He treats you well?" I smiled and said, "Yes, absolutely; like a princess." Again my dad couldn't stay quiet and said, "I'm sure he is." I've never known him to do something so inane as to be so crude in another's home. Again my mother nudged him, only this time, he nudged back.

"Are you truly happy here, Grace?" She looked at me with sympathy and I don't know why, she acted like I was living in a ghetto motel room with six junkies and one prostitute to go around. Without hesitation, I said, "I am."

"Are you being safe, Grace?" Hopefully this was over because if not, I didn't like where this conversation was headed. But I wasn't going to be stubborn and immature about this, "Yeah, we are, mom. Neither of us is ready to be a parent." I saw my dad become a little red in the face, either from anger, embarrassment or both.

I interjected the half awkward moment, "Okay, I'll bring Sam back in here and we'll have some cake. SAM! Come eat!" He came out of our room with some light jeans and a black t-shirt, holding a pair of my black yoga pants for me. I forgot that I wasn't wearing any pants.

He sat down with me on the seat by squeezing in tight. He held his plate of cake and everyone kind of sat in silence eating before Sam broke the silence again. "So, I heard you got a cat?" My mom was now engrossed in the conversation as she was in the cat. They talked about it for a bit while he held my hand tight and rubbed his thumb along my skin. Why a werewolf knew so much about cats was beyond me.

As nice as this lunch is going I would have preferred a lazy morning home relaxing leisurely with Sam. Last night was an important night for both of us, necessary to our relationship to have passion filled nights such as those. I could tell that he was trying to be as compassionate to me as possible. I just needed some alone time with him right about now. An hourish later my parents left and Sam and I let out a long needed deep breath. We looked at each other and smiled and he took my hand and led me back down toward our kitchen.

He stated scrubbing out mugs when he said, "Well, that was awkward." I laughed and wrapped my arms around his waist from behind and pressed the side of my face into his muscular back, wishing it was still bare.

He wiped his hands on a towel and peeled my arms away and held my hands spread wide on either side of me as he turned around to face me. His big hands placed themselves on my sides and slowly slid downwards until they hit my butt.

With one hand on each cheek, he squeezed and lifted me so that my legs were tight around his hips and my arms around his neck. I could feel something dying to lose its restraints on my inner thigh. I could tell this was gonna be a good morning.