"Don't bother calling me, I won't answer. So yah, bye," Isaac hung up his phone and looked to Ophylia who was gathering blankets to use on the couch.
"Derek's voicemail?" She asked quietly as he walked into the living room.
"Yup, I'd like to turn off my phone too but.."
"I get it. It could be Stiles in trouble anyways. So I'd rather you not turn your phone off. But hopefully everything's okay tonight."
Isaac sat down next to her after she settled into the couch, "I agree."
Ophylia looked up to him and smiled before leaning against him a little. She didn't really know what to do anymore so she just let her body relax and started to look through movies on demand.
"Do you care what we watch?"
"Not really. Anything's fine with me," Isaac's hand wrapped around her back and it settled on her hip. He idly drew circles on her skin with his fingertip as he watched her flip through the guide to find a movie.
She eventually settled with the movie Star Trek and turned off the lights, leaning back into Isaac afterwards.
"You're really warm," She leaned her head back on his shoulder to look up at him. He laughed, looking down into her eyes, "I guess I am a little yah."
"Were you always?"
"I think so. I don't really have anyone to ask though."
She giggled a little, "That's a strangely comforting thought."
"What, you want to be the only one I hold like this?"
"Well, I didn't mean it like that," She started to stutter, her eyes on her hands now.
"I kinda wish you had," He breathed into her hair as he kissed the top of her head. Even though Stiles did that sort of thing as well she could feel the difference in affection.
"Why?"
"Because I find you interesting."
"Is that your way of saying you.. you like me?" She pushed herself up and turned to him to look him in the eyes.
"What if it was?"
His eyes were soft, his smile genuine as his hand reached to push her bangs out of her face.
"I dunno," She whispered. His smile grew as he listened to her heart beating fast, the rhythm in sync with his. He pulled her glasses off of her face and rubbed his thumb across her cheek.
"That's not a very good answer."
"I've never had someone actually tell me they liked me. Or treat me like how you do."
Her eyes stayed locked with his as she heard her pulse in her ears. For some reason the situation she was in made her extremely nervous and shy but at the same time extremely happy and curious.
"Well, do you like me?" Isaac leaned closer to her then.
Did she like him? Ophylia pondered on the thought for a moment before taking in a deep breath and nodding, "Maybe a little, yah."
"Only a little?" She could feel his breath on her lips now and her eyes fluttered closed.
"Maybe more than a little," She finally replied.
"So you wouldn't mind if I did..." Isaac trailed off and pressed his lips gently to hers before pulling away, "That?"
He opened his eyes to look into hers. She didn't know how to speak or breathe for a moment but eventually came to her senses and leaned forwards, closing the space between their lips again and wrapping her arms around his neck to pull him closer. It ended with her falling back onto the couch and him on top of her, one hand on the side of her head holding him up while the other continued to rub at the exposed skin on her hip. The kiss surprised him but he went with it. After all, he'd thought about this moment a few times already.
When they broke for air Ophylia looked up at him, "Sorry."
"For what?" His tone voiced his amusement.
"Kissing you like that."
"Trust me, you don't need to say sorry," He kissed her again, quickly, as if to tell her it was okay but nothing more.
"So.. we can keep going?"
His grin turned into a mischievous one and she could see his eyes show his care and emotion towards her before lust began to slightly cloud them. She was impressed with his control over it.
"I've never actually done anything with a girl you know. I'm pretty new to this."
"I never really did anything with my ex either. So I'm just as new."
"Really?" He sat up a little, surprised.
"Just because I dated him doesn't mean I made out with him. I'm glad too."
"Why's that?"
She pulled him back down by the collar of his shirt before responding, "Because I'd rather my first make out session be with you?"
This time she grinned before he leaned down to kiss her again. He slid his tongue across her bottom lip and she parted her lips for him. Her arms pulled him as close to her as she could, making sure there was no space between them as their kiss deepened.
Eventually they stopped. The movie had ended and they were cuddling on the couch as she put on another one.
Isaac had been the one to stop first. He told her about how long he's wanted to do that but also that he didn't want to go very far their first night kissing. She wholeheartedly agreed and gave him one last kiss on the lips before she found herself laying in his arms with a blanket over both of them on the couch.
It was easy to fall asleep in his arms. She felt safe from the entire world.
"Do I even want to ask?" Heather's voice woke the two from their slumber.
"Oh god," Ophylia jumped and almost fell off of the couch. Isaac's quick reflexes came in handy then as he grabbed her waist and pulled her back towards him.
"Uhm, sorry. I crashed here and we were watching movies and-"
"I meant about the mess in her room."
"What?" Both kids sat up then."
"I've been home for a while. I don't care about you two being lovey dovey on the couch, it was actually quite cute to see when I opened the door. But when I went into your room the entire place was a total mess. I don't even want to know what you two did in there."
"We were down here the whole time. I didn't even go up to my room after I got home."
"Well someone was in there and tore the place apart."
Isaac and Ophylia ran upstairs and into her room only to see clothes and papers scattered about. Her books and video games were off of the shelves and her drawers were all opened.
"What the hell..." She breathed. Her hand instantly went for Isaac's when she saw the bedroom window was open, "Isaac.."
"I see," He sounded a little scared, "And I think you're right. They did come through the window."
"But.. when? Why didn't we hear them? Why didn't they hurt us? Do you think it was a," She looked down the hall to make sure Heather wasn't there, "Do you think it was a werewolf?"
"I don't know. But we need to call everyone. Now."
