Rating: T/M for implied sexy times ;)
Genre: Supernatural/ Romance
Pairing: Paul/ OC (KeKe)
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Summary: The morning after doesn't always go to plan.
Prompt: 'Yoga wasn't working'
Word-Count: 490
A/N: And now for more KeKe.
She was fourteen when the doctors diagnosed her with stress. They also said she had body dysmorphia and anorexia. Which was ridiculous? She had a busy schedule which left her more tired than hungry. Was it so bad if she forgot to eat occasionally?
After weeks of lectures on how to take proper care of herself; they suggested she take yoga classes to combat the stress. What was one more activity in the grand scheme, anyway?
XxX
It was Bella and Jake's wedding. Their venue was the beach and the bride wore a simplistically beautiful cream gown. Her hair was loose and the groom wore a shirt.
As maid-of-honour, she was dressed in a gold shift dress, compared to the other bridesmaids wearing silver. They made a classy vision, standing across from the accompanying groomsmen. She stood between Emily and Leah, with Kim bringing up the rear.
Emily leant in and whispered, "Don't they look adorable?"
She snorted. "If it was anyone else, I'd throw up."
Leah nudged her elbow and shook her head. Luckily, the happy couple were blissfully unaware.
XxX
The reception carried long into the right after Jake and Bella left for their honeymoon. KeKe had danced with every male present and was about to sit when Paul plucked up the courage to ask her to dance.
He spent the remainder of the night holding her close, feeling her relax against him, his wolf purring in content.
When the guests left for the evening, it was only natural that she would go back to his place for the requisite night cap before a night between his sheets…
He smelled the coffee as he woke up. Rolling over, his hand stretched across the sheets. The bed was cold but he heard the shower running.
He was about to join her when the water stopped and a rush of steam preceded her entrance.
"Now why waste all that time when you know I'm going to pull you in again."
She slapped his hand away. "I'll have to defer the pleasure. I have to catch the noon flight."
"You're leaving?" He grabbed her hand.
"I have business to see to. I'll be a week…"
"A week!" His voice sounded petulant.
She shrugged. "Maybe two. I'll be back then."
XxX
It was a month of long meetings, rushed meals and creative differences. The strain of sitting hunched was playing havoc on her muscles. The long hours didn't help much either.
Bella and Jake had returned a couple of weeks ago and she'd promised to return as soon as possible.
XxX
She reached the flat planning on taking a long hot bath. Yoga wasn't working and the idea of socialising sent her to tears. She didn't see the person standing in the corner of her apartment entrance until she was near the door.
His stance was strained and she knew yoga might not be the answer but sex with Paul Lahote was!