. . . Sweet Dreams
-By Yo-yo
Disclaimers: I don't own Wolf Lake, and if you don't understand that, then get hooked on phonics! I heard it sometimes works!
. . .Sweet Dreams XI
They opened the door with silent apprehension. The cause of their anxiety lay sprawled before them: their figures lying beside each other and their limbs intertwined. His chest was pressed against her back as he spooned her, holding her possessively. His face was nuzzled in the hallow of her neck with his lips pressed softly to her skin. One of his arms was wrapped tenderly around her waist with his palm stretched flatly on her stomach, holding her closer to him. Her hand covered his and their fingers laced together.
If they were another species, they'd be purring with pure content. All the chaos and pain of their world didn't exist as their bodies cradled one another and reality was forgotten.
'What should we do, it's time for school?' She thought watching them with pure adoration.
'They were up all night, let sleeping pups lie,' he sighed pushing back a tuft of hair. 'Last night when I came into her room, she was tossing and turning. I think she may be sick.'
'Don't worry, he'll take care of her.'
'I don't like this.'
'They're harmless, they're only sleeping.'
'And when they wake up?'
'And when they wake up they'll be just as harmless, only more alert.'
'How can you say that?'
'Think Matt, think.'
'Your son has seduced half the town, how can you think him harmless?'
'Your daughter is a beautiful teenage girl, how can you think her that naïve? If she didn't trust Luke, she wouldn't be with him.'
'She IS naïve, she thinks he's good for her!'
'He might just be, but I've also found that she's good for him. He hasn't gotten into a lot of trouble since they've been on speaking terms.'
'It's just a dry spell. Once he gets tired of my daughter, he'll move on and reek havoc on this town again.'
'Well they're asleep now, when they wake, I'll send her home.'
'No, I don't want her alone at home. Can she stay here?'
'Sure.'
'If she has work later on, I guess she can go, but can you keep someone from the Pack close by? I don't want to endanger her.'
'Ok.'
'And recap your son on what we talked about. I don't want him to be surprised.'
'Yeah.'
Turning from the two sleeping figures, he thought, 'See ya' at the meeting.'
'Are you both coming tonight?'
'Probably not, I don't want her there.'
'Matt, stop protecting her! These are hard times and she needs to know what's going on.'
'Well then I'll tell her.'
'Why are you so afraid of her being around the Pack?'
'Why aren't you? Someone just killed your husband, the Alpha! Why aren't you afraid?'
'Because I've taught my kids how to handle themselves, I don't have to shield them from everything.'
'I do NOT shield her!'
'My God Matt, you don't even want her to Change! You're denying her of who she is and confusing the hell out of her in the process. Can't you tell, she doesn't belong? In every setting that you've seen her in, she's been the minority. At school, she doesn't belong with the ungulates or the Skinwalkers. She can't find herself, only what she cannot be.'
'And that's my fault?'
'If you didn't push her so far away from the wolf, she'd have a better time adjusting. And maybe she'd even become friends with some of the Skinwalkers.'
'I don't want her to be friends with the Skinwalkers.'
'And she doesn't want to be friends with the ungulates that she has to constantly hide the truth from!'
'I'm not getting into this with you.' He frowned, his back to her.
'Because you know I'm right!'
'Vivian, get off your high horse. I made a promise to Marie that no matter what, I would keep Sophia away from the Pack. I don't care if you agree with me or not, I'm keeping my promise.'
'And if she Changes?'
'She won't. She's got too much human blood in her to Change. She will go to college and have a normal life. She will get all the opportunities that I never got being stuck in this town. She will fall in love with a good guy and she will be happy. She will NOT Change!'
'You're so impossible! At some point you're going to find yourself wrong, and then you won't have an answer to that.'
'I've got to get to work. Tell Sophia I said Bye, and that I love her.'
'Sure,' she sighed raking her hand through her hair.
~***~
Swimming through the depths of sleep, she resurfaced in a tangle of hunter's green.
A smile curled her lips before she could open her eyes. The intoxicating scent of Luke and Sophia perfumed the sheets. Although the feel of his arms around her protectively were absent, the warmth of him still remained.
Opening her eyes slowly, she waited for them to dilate and become used to the light. Stretching lazily like a kitten, she struggled to free himself from the restricting sheets. A sudden burst of their mixed scents sprayed in the air and rained down on her. She could get used to this.
Looking about the room, there was no sign of him. Her keen eyes swept the room once more before a deep yawn consumed her. She was ready to get up and look for him, but her body betrayed her and instead curled into a ball. In only a few moments she had slipped back into the pool of unconsciousness.
~***~
His lips played with the sensitive skin behind her ear. A soft moan escaped her lips as she wrapped her arms about his neck and slowly began to return to reality. Bringing herself closer to him, she turned her head to provide better access.
He smiled in his kisses as she responded to him. He's never had such an innocent pleasure in his life. He'd never been so happily received by anyone without the intent of starting something.
"Where were you?" she whispered softly just as his lips began to trail down the column of her neck, gently placing wet kisses on her pulse points.
"When?" he growled softly, making her gasp.
"Earlier, I woke up and you weren't here." She sighed opening her eyes.
Lifting his eyes to meet hers, a broad grin stretched his features. "Well ya' didn't seem to care very much, you went right back to sleep."
"I did care, I was just . . . gathering my strength so I could go out and look for you."
"Liar." He teased.
"Uh," she gasped dramatically, "How could you call me a liar? You've known me all your life, remember when we used to play dress-up together?"
"I did not!" he growled, his eyes narrowing.
"Yes, you did. Remember I wore the red princess dress and you wore the pink cocktail dress with the rhinestone tiara?"
"I did not, that is so not funny!"
"And you wore the blue eye shadow and I wore the pink lipstick. And my name was Cordelia, and yours was Jessic-!"
Before she could finish the latter, he'd dug his fingers into her sides and began to tickle her without remorse. Bubbles of laughter erupted from her lips and her eyes clenched shut as tears began to form.
"Luke, stop!" she gasped as the laughter continued to consume her body.
She tried to whither away from his hand, but he kept a firm grip of her.
"Luke, please. . . stop!" she managed.
"Only if you tell the truth and admit that it didn't happen." He growled.
"But Luke . . . you can't lie about . . . the truth . . . ok . . . okay!" she sighed still giggling.
"Ok what?" he asked not relenting.
"Ok, I'll admit it."
He stopped immediately, his hands still at her sides. "Admit what?"
"I was lying . . . you wore the red dress and I wore the pink!" she laughed before his fingers took over her again.
"C'mon Sophia, say Uncle." He grinned watching squirm.
"I don't . . . I don't have an Uncle!" she gasped as she tried to elude his fingers.
"Sophia!"
"Ok, okay!" she sighed. "I give up1 I lied, we didn't play dress-up and you didn't wear the tiara."
"And about the eye shadow?" he asked.
"I wasn't lying about that one. You did once."
"When was that?"
"In middle school on Homecoming Weekend, you dressed up as Brittney Spears and you had on a blonde wig. You wore the headphone microphone and the blue eye shadow." She grinned.
"That's cheating, you made me! You blackmailed me by saying you'd tell my mom about the time I broke the lawnmower by throwing Ruby's ring into it."
"You still wore blue eye shadow." She grinned.
"I hate you." He sneered.
"I love you too." She grinned even wider.
A smile curled his lips as their eyes met. He was drawn into those expressive eyes of hers. It was as if he were falling in a deep chasm, the darkness swallowing him as he plunged deeper.
Any second now he would crash to the bottom, but after many long moments of waiting, he realized there was no end. He was looking into her soul, and he found neither bars, nor walls, nor an end. Her soul, like her love was as vast and boundless as the sky and sea.
It felt as if he'd reached heaven. The love that had sustained him for as long as he remembered had doused him completely. The same love that he'd happily accepted, and began to even feel swell inside of him whenever she was present. He felt safe and in no danger of losing her love.
Searching the chocolaty depths, he saw something no even he'd expected. Standing in the grove, which he'd shown her, stood a benign female wolf. Her well-built body stood out boldly against the darkness surrounding her with her head tilted heavenly-ward.
The thing that surprised him most wasn't her beauty, but her luminescent white pelt. the silken hair cascaded from her strong, well toned muscles beneath the thin layer of skin. Her spotless hide shimmered like silver, making her illuminate against her dismal surroundings like a lone star in the dark sky.
"So where were you?" she asked trying to relieve the tension.
Coming back down to earth, he gave a little start. She'd just addressed him.
"Excuse me."
Afraid that he was kinda' upset about the statement she made earlier, she made sure to stay away from that topic.
"So, where were you?" she repeated.
"Taking advice from you last time that you slept in my bed. I went to get you breakfast."
"I don't smell anything."
His smile grew broader, if that was possible. "I didn't make it, I went to the diner and bought it."
"Trying to cover up for your bad cooking?"
"Anyway Ms. Pessimism, I was trying to be nice. But since you don't seem to be all that hungry, I'll just take this to Prestl-"
"I'll kick your ass!" she warned.
Settling on top of her in the space between her legs, he began to place small kisses on her face. "You love me, you wouldn't kick the ass of the boy that you love, would you?" he murmured softly.
"Wanna' try me?" she asked softly, her eyes closing from the sweet sensations.
"Hmmm, I thought I was." He whispered, his lips gently nipping at her earlobe.
"I feel that," she moaned softly, concentrating on the friction between them.
"You like it don't you?" he growled gently grinding into her pelvis.
"Grr." She smiled bringing her lips to his neck, trailing wet kisses along his pulse points.
"We can't do this," Luke groaned pulling himself away from her. "I made a promise, and I'm not going to break it. Are you hungry?"
"Starving!"
Getting out of the bed, he reached out a hand to help her up. Following her out the door, they entered the kitchen and sat down for a great breakfast . . .
TBC . . .
A/N: sorry it took me so long to write, but skool has really kept me busy. I've got a C+ in French, so I'm not very happy (keep in mind I'm an honors student, I do care about my grades . . . sometimes)
Disclaimers: I don't own Wolf Lake, and if you don't understand that, then get hooked on phonics! I heard it sometimes works!
. . .Sweet Dreams XI
They opened the door with silent apprehension. The cause of their anxiety lay sprawled before them: their figures lying beside each other and their limbs intertwined. His chest was pressed against her back as he spooned her, holding her possessively. His face was nuzzled in the hallow of her neck with his lips pressed softly to her skin. One of his arms was wrapped tenderly around her waist with his palm stretched flatly on her stomach, holding her closer to him. Her hand covered his and their fingers laced together.
If they were another species, they'd be purring with pure content. All the chaos and pain of their world didn't exist as their bodies cradled one another and reality was forgotten.
'What should we do, it's time for school?' She thought watching them with pure adoration.
'They were up all night, let sleeping pups lie,' he sighed pushing back a tuft of hair. 'Last night when I came into her room, she was tossing and turning. I think she may be sick.'
'Don't worry, he'll take care of her.'
'I don't like this.'
'They're harmless, they're only sleeping.'
'And when they wake up?'
'And when they wake up they'll be just as harmless, only more alert.'
'How can you say that?'
'Think Matt, think.'
'Your son has seduced half the town, how can you think him harmless?'
'Your daughter is a beautiful teenage girl, how can you think her that naïve? If she didn't trust Luke, she wouldn't be with him.'
'She IS naïve, she thinks he's good for her!'
'He might just be, but I've also found that she's good for him. He hasn't gotten into a lot of trouble since they've been on speaking terms.'
'It's just a dry spell. Once he gets tired of my daughter, he'll move on and reek havoc on this town again.'
'Well they're asleep now, when they wake, I'll send her home.'
'No, I don't want her alone at home. Can she stay here?'
'Sure.'
'If she has work later on, I guess she can go, but can you keep someone from the Pack close by? I don't want to endanger her.'
'Ok.'
'And recap your son on what we talked about. I don't want him to be surprised.'
'Yeah.'
Turning from the two sleeping figures, he thought, 'See ya' at the meeting.'
'Are you both coming tonight?'
'Probably not, I don't want her there.'
'Matt, stop protecting her! These are hard times and she needs to know what's going on.'
'Well then I'll tell her.'
'Why are you so afraid of her being around the Pack?'
'Why aren't you? Someone just killed your husband, the Alpha! Why aren't you afraid?'
'Because I've taught my kids how to handle themselves, I don't have to shield them from everything.'
'I do NOT shield her!'
'My God Matt, you don't even want her to Change! You're denying her of who she is and confusing the hell out of her in the process. Can't you tell, she doesn't belong? In every setting that you've seen her in, she's been the minority. At school, she doesn't belong with the ungulates or the Skinwalkers. She can't find herself, only what she cannot be.'
'And that's my fault?'
'If you didn't push her so far away from the wolf, she'd have a better time adjusting. And maybe she'd even become friends with some of the Skinwalkers.'
'I don't want her to be friends with the Skinwalkers.'
'And she doesn't want to be friends with the ungulates that she has to constantly hide the truth from!'
'I'm not getting into this with you.' He frowned, his back to her.
'Because you know I'm right!'
'Vivian, get off your high horse. I made a promise to Marie that no matter what, I would keep Sophia away from the Pack. I don't care if you agree with me or not, I'm keeping my promise.'
'And if she Changes?'
'She won't. She's got too much human blood in her to Change. She will go to college and have a normal life. She will get all the opportunities that I never got being stuck in this town. She will fall in love with a good guy and she will be happy. She will NOT Change!'
'You're so impossible! At some point you're going to find yourself wrong, and then you won't have an answer to that.'
'I've got to get to work. Tell Sophia I said Bye, and that I love her.'
'Sure,' she sighed raking her hand through her hair.
~***~
Swimming through the depths of sleep, she resurfaced in a tangle of hunter's green.
A smile curled her lips before she could open her eyes. The intoxicating scent of Luke and Sophia perfumed the sheets. Although the feel of his arms around her protectively were absent, the warmth of him still remained.
Opening her eyes slowly, she waited for them to dilate and become used to the light. Stretching lazily like a kitten, she struggled to free himself from the restricting sheets. A sudden burst of their mixed scents sprayed in the air and rained down on her. She could get used to this.
Looking about the room, there was no sign of him. Her keen eyes swept the room once more before a deep yawn consumed her. She was ready to get up and look for him, but her body betrayed her and instead curled into a ball. In only a few moments she had slipped back into the pool of unconsciousness.
~***~
His lips played with the sensitive skin behind her ear. A soft moan escaped her lips as she wrapped her arms about his neck and slowly began to return to reality. Bringing herself closer to him, she turned her head to provide better access.
He smiled in his kisses as she responded to him. He's never had such an innocent pleasure in his life. He'd never been so happily received by anyone without the intent of starting something.
"Where were you?" she whispered softly just as his lips began to trail down the column of her neck, gently placing wet kisses on her pulse points.
"When?" he growled softly, making her gasp.
"Earlier, I woke up and you weren't here." She sighed opening her eyes.
Lifting his eyes to meet hers, a broad grin stretched his features. "Well ya' didn't seem to care very much, you went right back to sleep."
"I did care, I was just . . . gathering my strength so I could go out and look for you."
"Liar." He teased.
"Uh," she gasped dramatically, "How could you call me a liar? You've known me all your life, remember when we used to play dress-up together?"
"I did not!" he growled, his eyes narrowing.
"Yes, you did. Remember I wore the red princess dress and you wore the pink cocktail dress with the rhinestone tiara?"
"I did not, that is so not funny!"
"And you wore the blue eye shadow and I wore the pink lipstick. And my name was Cordelia, and yours was Jessic-!"
Before she could finish the latter, he'd dug his fingers into her sides and began to tickle her without remorse. Bubbles of laughter erupted from her lips and her eyes clenched shut as tears began to form.
"Luke, stop!" she gasped as the laughter continued to consume her body.
She tried to whither away from his hand, but he kept a firm grip of her.
"Luke, please. . . stop!" she managed.
"Only if you tell the truth and admit that it didn't happen." He growled.
"But Luke . . . you can't lie about . . . the truth . . . ok . . . okay!" she sighed still giggling.
"Ok what?" he asked not relenting.
"Ok, I'll admit it."
He stopped immediately, his hands still at her sides. "Admit what?"
"I was lying . . . you wore the red dress and I wore the pink!" she laughed before his fingers took over her again.
"C'mon Sophia, say Uncle." He grinned watching squirm.
"I don't . . . I don't have an Uncle!" she gasped as she tried to elude his fingers.
"Sophia!"
"Ok, okay!" she sighed. "I give up1 I lied, we didn't play dress-up and you didn't wear the tiara."
"And about the eye shadow?" he asked.
"I wasn't lying about that one. You did once."
"When was that?"
"In middle school on Homecoming Weekend, you dressed up as Brittney Spears and you had on a blonde wig. You wore the headphone microphone and the blue eye shadow." She grinned.
"That's cheating, you made me! You blackmailed me by saying you'd tell my mom about the time I broke the lawnmower by throwing Ruby's ring into it."
"You still wore blue eye shadow." She grinned.
"I hate you." He sneered.
"I love you too." She grinned even wider.
A smile curled his lips as their eyes met. He was drawn into those expressive eyes of hers. It was as if he were falling in a deep chasm, the darkness swallowing him as he plunged deeper.
Any second now he would crash to the bottom, but after many long moments of waiting, he realized there was no end. He was looking into her soul, and he found neither bars, nor walls, nor an end. Her soul, like her love was as vast and boundless as the sky and sea.
It felt as if he'd reached heaven. The love that had sustained him for as long as he remembered had doused him completely. The same love that he'd happily accepted, and began to even feel swell inside of him whenever she was present. He felt safe and in no danger of losing her love.
Searching the chocolaty depths, he saw something no even he'd expected. Standing in the grove, which he'd shown her, stood a benign female wolf. Her well-built body stood out boldly against the darkness surrounding her with her head tilted heavenly-ward.
The thing that surprised him most wasn't her beauty, but her luminescent white pelt. the silken hair cascaded from her strong, well toned muscles beneath the thin layer of skin. Her spotless hide shimmered like silver, making her illuminate against her dismal surroundings like a lone star in the dark sky.
"So where were you?" she asked trying to relieve the tension.
Coming back down to earth, he gave a little start. She'd just addressed him.
"Excuse me."
Afraid that he was kinda' upset about the statement she made earlier, she made sure to stay away from that topic.
"So, where were you?" she repeated.
"Taking advice from you last time that you slept in my bed. I went to get you breakfast."
"I don't smell anything."
His smile grew broader, if that was possible. "I didn't make it, I went to the diner and bought it."
"Trying to cover up for your bad cooking?"
"Anyway Ms. Pessimism, I was trying to be nice. But since you don't seem to be all that hungry, I'll just take this to Prestl-"
"I'll kick your ass!" she warned.
Settling on top of her in the space between her legs, he began to place small kisses on her face. "You love me, you wouldn't kick the ass of the boy that you love, would you?" he murmured softly.
"Wanna' try me?" she asked softly, her eyes closing from the sweet sensations.
"Hmmm, I thought I was." He whispered, his lips gently nipping at her earlobe.
"I feel that," she moaned softly, concentrating on the friction between them.
"You like it don't you?" he growled gently grinding into her pelvis.
"Grr." She smiled bringing her lips to his neck, trailing wet kisses along his pulse points.
"We can't do this," Luke groaned pulling himself away from her. "I made a promise, and I'm not going to break it. Are you hungry?"
"Starving!"
Getting out of the bed, he reached out a hand to help her up. Following her out the door, they entered the kitchen and sat down for a great breakfast . . .
TBC . . .
A/N: sorry it took me so long to write, but skool has really kept me busy. I've got a C+ in French, so I'm not very happy (keep in mind I'm an honors student, I do care about my grades . . . sometimes)
