. . . Sweet Dreams
-By Yo-yo
Disclaimer: I don't own Wolf Lake, but when I do . . . watch out, 'cuz I've got nothing new to say!
A/N: hey, sorry babes again, but my weeks are really packed from now on. Mondays and Tuesdays I got Driver's ED, Wednesdays thru Fridays I've got rowing, Saturday mornings I've got Range (part of Dri.ED) and then I've got choir practice. Sundays are my only days off, except when my scholarship decides that they want us to sit in church for like two hours to listen to crap that we don't even pretend to care about. I was thinking about running for secretary of the junior class or get a job but from now until Thanksgiving, I won't even be able to sleep. I'm trying my best to get these up, but it's really hard to type this stuff when you're never home, or when some asshole (damn theology teacher, or religion for those of you in public skool, I jest!) assigns you to write a three paragraph essay on the Mother Teresa movie that I slept through that's due tomorrow (I should be starting that, shouldn't I? LOL)! And all my friends are starting to peer pressure me into going to Homecoming (which is soooooo beneath me! Don't I sound like a rich bitch!) next week, but they're not succeeding.
. . . Sweet Dreams IX
"Are you sure this is what you want?"
He was speechless.
Never had such simple words rendered him speechless like that. But that was a lie, when he was in the company of Sophia Donner; he always found her innocent questions the hardest to answer.
If any other girl had asked him that question, he wouldn't even have to think about it. Before the girl could even catch her breath, she'd be stretched out on her back as he thrust away wildly.
But this was Sophia that sat on his lap making their current position very uncomfortable. It was her dark eyes that were burrowing into his, looking past the mask that he once thought was invulnerable, and seeing a part of him that he never acknowledged. They were her lips, swollen by his kisses, which were tantalizing him to the brink of control. They were her fingers that trailed across his burning hot skin, sending shivers down his spine. And this was her body pressed against his, making him want to jump out of his skin, literally.
The thing was, being with Sophia in this way scared him. In all his sixteen, almost seventeen years, he'd never met someone like her before. He'd never met someone he could give himself up to so completely, and never be afraid of being let down. He'd never met anyone who could touch him so gently and sincerely, and not turn away from him when his eyes turned gold and his voice into a low growl. He'd never met anyone who could make him feel so whole just by the soft need in her voice.
He'd never known of anyone who would give up such a precious piece of herself for someone she currently hated. Over the last week she'd barely spoken to him, avoiding him whenever she could, and pretended he didn't exist. And yet here she sat, her dark eyes piercing his as she said without words that whatever he wanted, at whatever cost to her it would be, she would do, no questions asked.
This was scarier than his father dying and leaving the pack in the hands of his mother. He saw how much she wanted him, and also saw the quiet battle that she was having within herself. She wanted this as much as he did, but she wasn't as ready as he to go through with it.
And perhaps he wasn't ready either.
He kept thinking about that night one month ago when he walked her home. He kept thinking about what he'd said to make her smile so. Her lips first stretched in a huge grin that crept up her features until it reached her eyes making the small flecks of gold glint brightly. He'd told her that she was special and that he loved the fact that she didn't let anyone make her decisions for her. He'd also told her that her body was sacred, not only to her, but to also the Moon, and that nobody except her mate deserved to show her true happiness. She was too important for just another meaningless fuck.
And she was.
Sophia meant too much to him to take advantage of her just because they were both feeling vulnerable. When they'd finally come together for their first coupling he wished it were because she really wanted to be with him, and because she truly loved him. When they'd first made love, he never wanted her to be unsure about their relationship afterwards.
He remembered after that night he'd prayed to the Moon that she'd be his mate. He wished that destiny had proved that they were the perfect match. He was the mighty Alpha that protected the pack, and she was his equally powerful mate, that protected his heart.
With any other girl, the thought of sex to get his mind off his father was welcomed. In fact, he used that same excuse on Prestley an infinite number of times just to get her in bed (even though with Prestley, it didn't take too much), but with Sophia, things were different. She was different.
Sophia meant a lot more to him than he'd ever admit. He'd never been with a girl that he truly cared for. Sure he was infatuated with a few of the girls, but he'd never cared what happened to them. He never cared if she'd gotten any sleep last night. He never cared if a boy had kissed her. He never wanted to sit beside her when she Changed, and not on top of her. He never wanted her to see the raw emotion, passion in his eyes when he spoke to her . . . And he never wanted her to know that he did care.
But with Sophia, all those rules for teenage wolf dating had been broken. He cared so much about her that he was afraid to even give it a name. Being with her reduced him to a mere human, making him feel as helpless as when he was five and the monster underneath his bed plagued his mind many a sleepless night. She never made him feel small, just weak, as if no matter what he'd never be able to take care and protect her like he should have.
Staring into those deep orbs of melted chocolate, he collected his thoughts.
Gently reaching up and running his fingers through her soft hair, he leaned forward again. His lips pressed to hers, sending the shivers throughout her body again. When her lips opened, gaining him entry into her sweet mouth, he didn't fail to hear the soft moan that escaped her.
His lips soon traveled to her neck where he left a trail of wet kisses along her pulse points and jaw line. His fingers softly trailed across her firm abdomen, making him smile the way the muscles contracted under his touch and her breath caught at the simple touch of her skin. Soon she was practically purring against him.
"Wrong animal." He groaned softly in her ear as he planted kisses behind her ear and along her neck.
She didn't respond as she felt herself lifting out of her body, bathing in the ecstasy of him.
"Ask me that question again." He murmured, just after he'd made her gasp and spread her legs.
"What question?" she whispered after she'd finally gotten over the shock of his fingers. . . where they were.
Thrusting into her forcefully, he smiled against her shoulder. He heard her gasp as she grasped his hair tightly, and smiled again when she involuntarily thrust back to him.
"That question." He replied.
Pulling away from his addictive lips, she waited for her breathing to calm and her thoughts to straighten before she opened her eyes to look at him.
When hers finally opened, she gasped again. Not from one of his moving caresses, but from the cloudy intensity of his green eyes. They were a greenish-gray, with something hidden behind them.
"Are you sure this is what you want?" she whispered.
Placing one soft kiss to her swollen lips, he gave her a small smile as he pulled away.
"No, I don't want this. What I said to you that night a while ago was true, and I don't want you to compromise your beliefs to make me forget something that will be back in less than half an hour." He smiled.
Her eyes opened wide in disbelief. He imagined that was how he looked when he'd first laid eyes on her tonight, like a deer being caught in headlights.
"Really?"
"Yes." He smiled wrapping his arms around her torso.
"What would you like?" she whispered as she placed her head on his shoulder, still straddling him.
"For you just to hold me." He murmured placing a kiss on her shoulder.
"I can do that." She whispered pulling away to place a kiss to his forehead.
With his hand firmly grasped in hers, she stood up. A small smile appeared on his face as he pulled himself up. Slowly leaning forward, and placed a soft kiss to the tip her nose.
Her smile softened as she led him to the bed. Letting him get settled in, she followed suit. Wrapping her arm around his torso almost protectively, she closed her eyes and breathed in his scent. With her head on her chest, she silently listened to his heartbeat.
They lay there for a while in a comfortable silence, both wrapped in their own thoughts. Finally she spoke,
"Remember when we were younger, I think we were five, and I had to sleep over your house because my parents were celebrating their anniversary in the city?"
"Mmmhmm." He mumbled.
"I remember you and I snuck out into the woods that night, and we found the entire pack out for a run. We were so scared because we'd never seen our family like that before, and we thought they were going to kill us. We were too afraid to move, and I remember you grabbed my hand and we just stood there scared to death of these silent creatures."
"I kept whispering for you not to cry." He smiled bringing a finger to her hair unconsciously and rolling a curl around his index finger.
"Did not!" she laughed.
"Did too, but you told me you were too scared."
"I lied."
"What?" he asked not understanding her.
"I lied, I wasn't scared. Even then I knew that something was happening. Holding my hand, I felt so safe. I know it was really early, but whenever I was afraid, you were always there. My fears washed away and nothing else mattered anymore, only that you were there."
"To tell ya' the truth, that feeling of safety went both ways. Once I told my mom in confidence that you were like my safety blanket."
Bringing her eyes up to meet his, she let a small smile tickle her lips.
"I've got something to tell you, and I know it'll sound weird, and you'll want to comment on it, but I just really need you to listen . . . just so you know."
"Are you ok?" he asked, the worry not only oozing from his words but also almost tearing up in his eyes.
"Yeah, aside from the whole changing into a wolf. But there's nothing physically wrong with me."
"What is it?" he whispered, the worry still nipping at his voice.
"I love you." She replied simply, as if it were the easiest thing in the world to say.
Opening his lips to reply, she covered his lips silencing him. "I don't want you to say anything. I just wanted you to know, just in case, ya' know . . . just in case anything happens."
"But Sophi-."
"I'm still mad at you Luke, don't doubt that, I just . . . I still love you." She sighed placing her head back on his chest. "Now let me just hold you, I like our silence, plus your heartbeats are making me sleepy."
He didn't say anything. He wanted to, so badly, but he didn't, no he couldn't say anything, for she'd left him speechless. Instead, he placed a kiss to the top of her head and wondered what was next.
TBC. . .
A/N: Hoped you liked this one, and sorry it wasn't NC-17, but it'd lose it's charm if they just hurried into sex. That ruins a lot of relationships, the anticipation of sex, and then when it's gone, what do they have left? Also there's the fact that she's Changing, so the sex might speed up the process which would screw up the entire story and make it all the less romantic and intimate.
Disclaimer: I don't own Wolf Lake, but when I do . . . watch out, 'cuz I've got nothing new to say!
A/N: hey, sorry babes again, but my weeks are really packed from now on. Mondays and Tuesdays I got Driver's ED, Wednesdays thru Fridays I've got rowing, Saturday mornings I've got Range (part of Dri.ED) and then I've got choir practice. Sundays are my only days off, except when my scholarship decides that they want us to sit in church for like two hours to listen to crap that we don't even pretend to care about. I was thinking about running for secretary of the junior class or get a job but from now until Thanksgiving, I won't even be able to sleep. I'm trying my best to get these up, but it's really hard to type this stuff when you're never home, or when some asshole (damn theology teacher, or religion for those of you in public skool, I jest!) assigns you to write a three paragraph essay on the Mother Teresa movie that I slept through that's due tomorrow (I should be starting that, shouldn't I? LOL)! And all my friends are starting to peer pressure me into going to Homecoming (which is soooooo beneath me! Don't I sound like a rich bitch!) next week, but they're not succeeding.
. . . Sweet Dreams IX
"Are you sure this is what you want?"
He was speechless.
Never had such simple words rendered him speechless like that. But that was a lie, when he was in the company of Sophia Donner; he always found her innocent questions the hardest to answer.
If any other girl had asked him that question, he wouldn't even have to think about it. Before the girl could even catch her breath, she'd be stretched out on her back as he thrust away wildly.
But this was Sophia that sat on his lap making their current position very uncomfortable. It was her dark eyes that were burrowing into his, looking past the mask that he once thought was invulnerable, and seeing a part of him that he never acknowledged. They were her lips, swollen by his kisses, which were tantalizing him to the brink of control. They were her fingers that trailed across his burning hot skin, sending shivers down his spine. And this was her body pressed against his, making him want to jump out of his skin, literally.
The thing was, being with Sophia in this way scared him. In all his sixteen, almost seventeen years, he'd never met someone like her before. He'd never met someone he could give himself up to so completely, and never be afraid of being let down. He'd never met anyone who could touch him so gently and sincerely, and not turn away from him when his eyes turned gold and his voice into a low growl. He'd never met anyone who could make him feel so whole just by the soft need in her voice.
He'd never known of anyone who would give up such a precious piece of herself for someone she currently hated. Over the last week she'd barely spoken to him, avoiding him whenever she could, and pretended he didn't exist. And yet here she sat, her dark eyes piercing his as she said without words that whatever he wanted, at whatever cost to her it would be, she would do, no questions asked.
This was scarier than his father dying and leaving the pack in the hands of his mother. He saw how much she wanted him, and also saw the quiet battle that she was having within herself. She wanted this as much as he did, but she wasn't as ready as he to go through with it.
And perhaps he wasn't ready either.
He kept thinking about that night one month ago when he walked her home. He kept thinking about what he'd said to make her smile so. Her lips first stretched in a huge grin that crept up her features until it reached her eyes making the small flecks of gold glint brightly. He'd told her that she was special and that he loved the fact that she didn't let anyone make her decisions for her. He'd also told her that her body was sacred, not only to her, but to also the Moon, and that nobody except her mate deserved to show her true happiness. She was too important for just another meaningless fuck.
And she was.
Sophia meant too much to him to take advantage of her just because they were both feeling vulnerable. When they'd finally come together for their first coupling he wished it were because she really wanted to be with him, and because she truly loved him. When they'd first made love, he never wanted her to be unsure about their relationship afterwards.
He remembered after that night he'd prayed to the Moon that she'd be his mate. He wished that destiny had proved that they were the perfect match. He was the mighty Alpha that protected the pack, and she was his equally powerful mate, that protected his heart.
With any other girl, the thought of sex to get his mind off his father was welcomed. In fact, he used that same excuse on Prestley an infinite number of times just to get her in bed (even though with Prestley, it didn't take too much), but with Sophia, things were different. She was different.
Sophia meant a lot more to him than he'd ever admit. He'd never been with a girl that he truly cared for. Sure he was infatuated with a few of the girls, but he'd never cared what happened to them. He never cared if she'd gotten any sleep last night. He never cared if a boy had kissed her. He never wanted to sit beside her when she Changed, and not on top of her. He never wanted her to see the raw emotion, passion in his eyes when he spoke to her . . . And he never wanted her to know that he did care.
But with Sophia, all those rules for teenage wolf dating had been broken. He cared so much about her that he was afraid to even give it a name. Being with her reduced him to a mere human, making him feel as helpless as when he was five and the monster underneath his bed plagued his mind many a sleepless night. She never made him feel small, just weak, as if no matter what he'd never be able to take care and protect her like he should have.
Staring into those deep orbs of melted chocolate, he collected his thoughts.
Gently reaching up and running his fingers through her soft hair, he leaned forward again. His lips pressed to hers, sending the shivers throughout her body again. When her lips opened, gaining him entry into her sweet mouth, he didn't fail to hear the soft moan that escaped her.
His lips soon traveled to her neck where he left a trail of wet kisses along her pulse points and jaw line. His fingers softly trailed across her firm abdomen, making him smile the way the muscles contracted under his touch and her breath caught at the simple touch of her skin. Soon she was practically purring against him.
"Wrong animal." He groaned softly in her ear as he planted kisses behind her ear and along her neck.
She didn't respond as she felt herself lifting out of her body, bathing in the ecstasy of him.
"Ask me that question again." He murmured, just after he'd made her gasp and spread her legs.
"What question?" she whispered after she'd finally gotten over the shock of his fingers. . . where they were.
Thrusting into her forcefully, he smiled against her shoulder. He heard her gasp as she grasped his hair tightly, and smiled again when she involuntarily thrust back to him.
"That question." He replied.
Pulling away from his addictive lips, she waited for her breathing to calm and her thoughts to straighten before she opened her eyes to look at him.
When hers finally opened, she gasped again. Not from one of his moving caresses, but from the cloudy intensity of his green eyes. They were a greenish-gray, with something hidden behind them.
"Are you sure this is what you want?" she whispered.
Placing one soft kiss to her swollen lips, he gave her a small smile as he pulled away.
"No, I don't want this. What I said to you that night a while ago was true, and I don't want you to compromise your beliefs to make me forget something that will be back in less than half an hour." He smiled.
Her eyes opened wide in disbelief. He imagined that was how he looked when he'd first laid eyes on her tonight, like a deer being caught in headlights.
"Really?"
"Yes." He smiled wrapping his arms around her torso.
"What would you like?" she whispered as she placed her head on his shoulder, still straddling him.
"For you just to hold me." He murmured placing a kiss on her shoulder.
"I can do that." She whispered pulling away to place a kiss to his forehead.
With his hand firmly grasped in hers, she stood up. A small smile appeared on his face as he pulled himself up. Slowly leaning forward, and placed a soft kiss to the tip her nose.
Her smile softened as she led him to the bed. Letting him get settled in, she followed suit. Wrapping her arm around his torso almost protectively, she closed her eyes and breathed in his scent. With her head on her chest, she silently listened to his heartbeat.
They lay there for a while in a comfortable silence, both wrapped in their own thoughts. Finally she spoke,
"Remember when we were younger, I think we were five, and I had to sleep over your house because my parents were celebrating their anniversary in the city?"
"Mmmhmm." He mumbled.
"I remember you and I snuck out into the woods that night, and we found the entire pack out for a run. We were so scared because we'd never seen our family like that before, and we thought they were going to kill us. We were too afraid to move, and I remember you grabbed my hand and we just stood there scared to death of these silent creatures."
"I kept whispering for you not to cry." He smiled bringing a finger to her hair unconsciously and rolling a curl around his index finger.
"Did not!" she laughed.
"Did too, but you told me you were too scared."
"I lied."
"What?" he asked not understanding her.
"I lied, I wasn't scared. Even then I knew that something was happening. Holding my hand, I felt so safe. I know it was really early, but whenever I was afraid, you were always there. My fears washed away and nothing else mattered anymore, only that you were there."
"To tell ya' the truth, that feeling of safety went both ways. Once I told my mom in confidence that you were like my safety blanket."
Bringing her eyes up to meet his, she let a small smile tickle her lips.
"I've got something to tell you, and I know it'll sound weird, and you'll want to comment on it, but I just really need you to listen . . . just so you know."
"Are you ok?" he asked, the worry not only oozing from his words but also almost tearing up in his eyes.
"Yeah, aside from the whole changing into a wolf. But there's nothing physically wrong with me."
"What is it?" he whispered, the worry still nipping at his voice.
"I love you." She replied simply, as if it were the easiest thing in the world to say.
Opening his lips to reply, she covered his lips silencing him. "I don't want you to say anything. I just wanted you to know, just in case, ya' know . . . just in case anything happens."
"But Sophi-."
"I'm still mad at you Luke, don't doubt that, I just . . . I still love you." She sighed placing her head back on his chest. "Now let me just hold you, I like our silence, plus your heartbeats are making me sleepy."
He didn't say anything. He wanted to, so badly, but he didn't, no he couldn't say anything, for she'd left him speechless. Instead, he placed a kiss to the top of her head and wondered what was next.
TBC. . .
A/N: Hoped you liked this one, and sorry it wasn't NC-17, but it'd lose it's charm if they just hurried into sex. That ruins a lot of relationships, the anticipation of sex, and then when it's gone, what do they have left? Also there's the fact that she's Changing, so the sex might speed up the process which would screw up the entire story and make it all the less romantic and intimate.
