My Girl Ch. 25 Explain what you love about me

AN: This chapter has suggestive language and subject area. Sorry it took so long to get this out.

(Claire's point if view)

Today started out just like any other day, but I had no idea what was to come. I got up, showered, and then ate breakfast. Quil stopped by for a few minutes and then I rushed to the dance studio. My first class was my beginner's Senior citizens class. I love that class most of all. The people are always so nice and followed instructions better than other adults and children did. They all call me Miss Claire even though I'm young enough to be their granddaughter in most cases.

After class I went into my office and did some paper work. Usually Kari would help but Billy had been sick so she hadn't been around much. While I was finishing my paper work Quil called about lunch. Usually we would go to lunch though sometimes we were both too busy. Today we just had a quick lunch from a local fast food place.

After lunch I had another class. Brandy had shown up with a girl I recognized from high school. It was Danielle she had ran into Brandy and asked to see the studio. At first Danielle was so nice and polite but then Brandy left. After Brandy left I had started to stretch for my next class, Danielle started asking how much weight I had gained since we had been out of high school. Then she commented that my hot boyfriend would end up dumping me if I gained anymore.

I tried to stay calm but she got even ruder when she started guessing how much weight I had gained. I wanted to smack the bitch. To my relief she finally left. I hadn't thought about the weight I had gained. It was only 20 pounds which put me at 120.

I couldn't seem to focus as I started my class. All I could think about was how fat I looked. Lucky for me Brandy came in. When she noticed how distracted I was she offered to take over my class. I quickly agreed and ran to the locker room.

I stood in front of the mirror looking at myself. I'm not fat am I? I couldn't help but think maybe this is why Quil and I hadn't went all the way yet. Does he think I'm fat? I started to cry I couldn't help it. Who wants their boyfriend to think their fat?

I heard Brandy dismissing my class so I decided to go back out into the studio space. Brandy asked me what was wrong. I lied and told her I was just really tired. Brandy helped me clean up and then offered to take me home. I told her I was just going to hang around the studio for a while. She looked concerned but left after I reassured her I was fine.

I was thrilled when she left because I could cry again. I had always been so proud of my body especially when I started to dance. But now did I even have anything to be proud of.

(Quil's point of view)

I called Claire's cell to see if she was still at the studio but she didn't answer. Then I called the studio thinking maybe she hadn't heard her cell or it was still in silent from her last class. But at the studio no one answered yet again. I called her house but Sam said she wasn't home yet and that they hadn't talk to her all day. I was about to leave the store when I saw Brandy come in.

I went towards her and said. "Hi Brandy." "Oh hi Quil how's it going?" She asked with a strange look. "Good busy but good how about you?" "Yeah me too. Claire even had me take over one of her classes today." Brandy said with the same weirs expression. "She did huh why was that?" I pried a little trying to figure out what was wrong. "Yeah I think she was feeling sick. She said she was just tired but it looked like more than that to me." Brandy said as I noticed how worried she looked. I quickly told Brandy bye and tired all of Claire's number again.

No answer at the studio or her cell. Sam said she still wasn't home and now he was worried too. I hurried over to the studio and was a little relived to see her car was still parked outside. But then I started thinking maybe she was too sick to drive home. I used the key she had given me. My heart broke when I walked into the studio. I hadn't been prepared for the sight I saw.

Claire was in the corner of the room in a ball sobbing. I ran over to her. I tired to pull her up but she wouldn't let me. So I sat down next to her on the floor. "Are you okay Claire?" I asked pulling her into a hug. At first she fought me but then gave in. She couldn't even talk she was crying so hard. I was afraid she was going to make herself sick. "Claire sweetheart what's wrong?" She mumbled. "Nothings wrong Quil." "Yeah sure Claire nothings wrong your just sitting alone on the floor sobbing because you're so happy." She laughed a little as she tried to calm down.

"It's nothing important Quil." "You're lying Claire I thought we didn't lie to each other." "We don't its stupid Quil okay?" "Let me decide what is and isn't stupid. Because I say anything that makes you cry isn't at all stupid." I told her as I rubbed her back in circles.

Another few minutes past and Claire started to cry yet again. "Please Claire tell me what's wrong?" "I can't." She choked out. "I'm going to go call Sam and Emily their worried and I want to let them know you'll be with me until you tell me what's bothering you."

Sam and Emily didn't care that Claire was staying with me. Though they had asked she call and let them know if she decided to stay over. Claire's 19 so, legally she was allowed to do whatever she wants. But she was still very much their little girl to them.

I pulled Claire up off the floor grabbed her bags and carried her to my car. She didn't say a word. She cried all the way to my house. I found myself full of questions without any answers to any of them. What had happen? Why was she so upset? The best question I had was why wouldn't she tell me what was wrong.

(Claire's point of view)

When we arrived at Quil's I forced myself to calm down. I felt so foolish. I mean just because Quil hadn't tried anything in almost three years and even then I begged doesn't mean he doesn't find me attractive right? When we kiss it's so intense it feels like an electrical storm has just hit. There have been more than a few times that we almost went further than a few kisses. Quil always says we have to stop or we aren't ready yet. I mean I hadn't tried to take as further in a long time. But he doesn't think I'm fat or does he?

I couldn't help it when the tears started to escape all over again. "Claire damn it tell me what's wrong right now." Quil yelled at me. I was in shock Quil rarely yelled at me. I just starred at him for a few minutes. He got this look on his face a mixture of pain and looking sick. He grabbed me hand and started to apologize. "I am so sorry I didn't mean to yell I just hate to see you cry. I love you so much." I smiled and said. "Quil can I ask you something." "Always Claire."

"What do you love about me?" I asked in almost a whisper. I knew with his wolf hearing he had heard me though. "What do you mean Claire?" He asked looking very confused. "I mean can you explain what you love about me?" I asked biting my lip so hard I thought blood would be coming out any second.

(Quil's point of view)

I was shocked. She was doubting my love yet again. I thought we had cleared this up during our talk about imprinting. I thought she understood how deeply I loved her. How much she means to me. Maybe she just needed to hear it again. If she needed me to tell her why I loved her I would tell her.

"Okay Claire let's so to the couch and get comfy." I said she nodded and we went over to the couch. She turned to me and waited for me to speak. "I love your big brown eyes and how they carry so much emotion." I said kissing her eye lids as she giggled. "Then there is your beautiful soft hair it always smells so good like cherries and something else fruity." I said running my hands through her hair. "And your lips are so plump, pink, moist, and so kissable." I said kissing her softly.

She went to say something but I put my hand over her lips and stopped her. "I'm not near done honey. Your smiled could light up the city of New York easily. You're so funny, so sweet, and loving. You love your family and friends you don't judge anyone. You're so great with kids. I know you are going to be such a great mother one day. Your smart and not just book smart it's beyond that. And you dance like an Angel sent right down from heaven. I love how you let me in and how much you love me." I finished I saw her wiping tears out of her eyes.

We sat in silences for a long time. I knew there was more so I just waited for her to tell me. She leaned over and kissed me then she asked. "What about my body?" I almost choked. "Excuse me?" I said thinking I had heard her wrong. "I asked what you thought of my body." She said clearly feeling insecure. I coughed yet again. My head felt like it was spinning. Damn did Claire think I wasn't attracted to her? How in the hell had this happened?

"Claire are you kidding you have s awesome body." "I do?" She asked almost trembling next to me. This was all my fault. I hadn't told her how sexy she was. I just always assumed she knew. "Claire you have the longest legs. When you're wearing a skirt or dress I have to force myself to not reach out and touch your beautiful tan silky legs." I told her honestly. "Are you serious?" She asked unconvinced.

"Hell yes Claire I'm serious and then there is your butt. I can tell how firm it is and I've always wanted to touch it. I've grabbed your hand so many times to stop myself from grabbing your ass." As I finished I gave her a minute to take in what I had said. She smiled big and blushed bright red. I loved it when she blushed.

She went to cut me off again but I said. "Not done yet. Then there is your stomach. It's always been beautiful. And though I enjoyed it when it was small now you have these amazing abs and that I'm even jealous of." "I'm not fat." She blurted out. "What?" I asked looking at her like she had lost her mind. She was kidding right fat she was nowhere near fat. "A girl I went to high school with came in today and commented on how much weight I've gained." Claire told me as the tear returned.

"Wow that girl must have really bad eye sight I hope she goes to the doctor soon." I said as I kissed her. "I've gained 20 pounds since I graduated." She said clearly annoyed with herself. "Claire baby you look great and I would put money on it that most of its muscle. But you could gain 50 more and still you wouldn't be fat Claire." "So I'm not fat and you are attracted to me?" She asked nervously. "Hell yes I'm attracted to you. Besides what I've already told you well sweetheart you have a great chest. I mean I've never even liked anyone ever with a chest as big as yours." She blushed again and giggled.

(Claire's point of view)

Quil really does find me attractive. I was so happy when he told me I wasn't fat. I knew he truly meant it. I still felt insecure. I wondered why we hadn't gone farther. Since we were sitting here having such an honest conversation when would be a better time to ask him. "Quil why haven't you tried to do more with me?" I asked. "What do you mean Claire?" Oh great he didn't get it. "I meant why haven't we made love yet?" I asked so embarrassed.

I turned around so Quil couldn't see my face. "Do you want to Claire?" He asked turning my face back towards him. "Yes I do." I said breathlessly. "Your ready are you sure?" He asked again. "I've been ready for a while Quil." I admitted knowing I was redder than a tomato by now. "Really?" He choked out.

Finally I gathered all my courage and asked. "Will you make love to me Quil?" I could feel my heart almost beating out of my chest waiting for his response. He chuckled and then kissed me so deeply it took my breath away. He slowly pulled away and said. "Claire I would be honored."

Author's Note: Once again I'm so sorry it took so long to get this chapter out. I had a tooth pulled and it end up being a big deal. I'm writing a bonus mature scene called first time that will pick up where this left off. Chapter 26 is slowly being written. The name of 26 is Next Step. Thank you to all who have commented. Oh and for those who wanted to know about my correcting mistakes I've already said this s few times but that will come when I finish the story.

Thank you,

Cindy