. . . Sweet Dreams XIII
-By Yo-yo
Disclaimer: I don't own Wolf Lake . . . I've got nothing. O_o
A/N: quick on this is, except not as long as I wished. For that one person that keeps reviewing and asking if I could make her Change in the next chappy, sorry but I can't just yet. I'm not sure how many chapters I'm making this, but I don't want her to lose that scared innocence just yet. But I do agree, thirteen chapters w/o her flipping is a very long time. And in the life of this story, that's about one and a half months.
Sweet Dreams XIII:
The door moaned softly as he craned his heck to peer inside. Involuntarily his breath caught as he beheld her. She was facing the mirror contemplatively as she stroked her hair with the brush. The way that her hair fell across her shoulders and down her chest, shielding her t-shirt draped breast from view and cradled her cherubic face.
She was so beautiful standing there looking and smelling as fresh as the rain.
Seeing her draped in his clothes made him want to die. He was sure that if this was six months ago, his clothes would fit better, but he thanked the gods anyway because seeing his clothes barely grip on to her slimmer figure made her look even more tempting. She wore a pair of his old pajama pants that hung so loosely down her hips that he could see the tiniest of hairs that began at her bikini line. Her feet were bare as they sunk deeply in the sea of green carpet, draped totally by his pants.
Gazing into her reflection, he let her thoughtful expression guide him to the empty space behind her. When his chest finally came in contact with her back, his eyes roamed away from her face and settled on her fingers.
As one hand gently grasped his brush in her hand, the other barely caressed the long strands, gently guiding the styling tool and patting it into place.
Bringing his own hands to hers, he stilled the monotonous movement.
Her gaze collided with his in the mirror reflection. As small smile curled his lips as he noticed the shock twinkle in those gorgeous shocks of brown.
She hadn't even noticed that he was in the room . . . strange.
Clasping her hands beneath his, he guided them down to her sides, and gently untucked the brush from her grasp. Bringing his lips down to her ear, he waited a moment, letting her feel the heat radiating from him.
"Do you know how beautiful you are at this moment?" he breathed, feeling her tremble against him.
Her eyes caught the look of pure awe as he gazed back intently. Feeling his fingertips brushing casually over her own fingers, she felt her body give in to the tingly feeling he triggered.
With the small smile still caressing his features, he lifted his fingers to her neck, just barely touching her with his fingertips. Without extracting his gaze from hers, he slowly drew the curtain of her hair to the other side of her face, and gently placed his lips to the skin just below her jaw-line. Her own lids slid shut as his lips played softly with her sensitive skin.
Her breathing grew labored from his close vicinity, and slowly she prayed to the Moon that she would touch him and all her fears about everything would dissolve, and everything would be back to the way it was this morning. Sighing heavily, her body began to build with the familiar need that he stirred within her every time that she saw him. Unconsciously her hand reached behind her and clasped his neck, her fingers instantly tangled themselves in his hair, bringing him closer.
Not missing a step, he brought his hands down to her bare waist and gently pressed her back flatly against his chest. His lips descended down the smooth column of her neck, and trailed hot kisses down her shoulder. He brought his hands back up towards her shoulders, and began to stroke her arms, sending shivers down her body.
Lost in the feel of him, she cleared her mind of her thoughts and tried to concentrate on the nearness of him and the searing trail of kisses burning her already feverish skin.
It wasn't working.
The feeling of being trapped in a cage with no way out still plagued in the back of her mind, killing the tender advances that he made towards her. The thought of never being able to make up for that mistake, never being able to correct herself scared the hell out of her. She would be trapped within his grasp forever, and if she ever tried to escape . . . she didn't even want to think about what could happen if the life of a wolf became too much, too haunting, too unreal for her.
He heard her mumble something softly, but with his mind elsewhere, like on trying to make her feel just a bit of what she was making him feel, even his wolf hearing couldn't pick it up.
"Hmmm," he mumbled softly taking her ear between his two teeth, and flicking it seductively with his tongue.
"I've gotta' get dressed." She repeated, her body tensing against his as she refused herself to succumb to his witchery.
"Oh," he replied, the magic of the moment ruined as reality set in. She had to get to work.
"Do you have my clothes?" she asked stepping away from him.
"Yeah." He replied looking into her eyes.
His own grew soft as he saw the blankness of her usual expressive eyes. He'd never seen her eyes look so empty, and the realization that they could scared him. They were so beautiful, and the thought that someone could bring such a sad look to her eyes made him want to protect her forever.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing, I'm just a little tired." She lied.
"You don't have to go to work, I'm sure that they can get someone to fill in for you."
"No, today's paradise had to come to an end eventually, and what better way to end it then with meaningless work?"
"Are you sure you're ok?"
"Yeah, do you have my clothes?"
"Oh, yeah . . . here." He smiled faintly before producing the small pile of cloth with a pair of white shoes sitting on top.
Taking the clothes, she dropped the shoes to the floor, and inspected each article of clothing. When she unfolded the dress, she found a black lacy bra and matching panties. Her face burned bright red at the thought of him raiding her underwear drawer and finding these.
Smiling at the reaction that she'd gotten from his choice in under- garments, he leaned forward so that his warm breath would sweep past her face and her murmured,
"They were my favorite."
She looked up and watched as he sauntered out of his bedroom, closing the door behind him.
~***~
He watched as she entered the sitting room. She was wearing the short pink diner uniform with the old WLSD hoodie over it with her white sneakers on. Her hair was pulled away from her face into a ponytail.
"Do you know what time it is?" she asked.
"Uh," he said consulting the watch on his arm, "about five forty- five."
"I guess I'll be going now." She smiled heading for the door. "I'll come back for my clothes maybe tomorrow."
"I'll walk you there."
"You don't have to," she smiled, secretly wishing he wouldn't.
"I don't mind, plus my mom said I have to. We'll meet Sean up there."
"Sean?"
"Yeah, he's gunna' stay with you for the night and bring you home after your shift. I offered to do it, but me being the next 'Alpha' and all, my mom thought that Sean was the next best thing."
"Why is Sean babysitting me, or anyone else for that matter?" she asked, her anger evident in her voice.
"Your Dad requested that someone stay with you. He didn't want anything to happen to you while he was at the meeting with the others from the Pack."
Heading outside, she let out a loud groan.
"Well then why isn't Sean going? He's a Beta isn't he? So shouldn't he be at the meeting?"
"I can fill him in later, but your Dad wanted to protect you, and my mother wanted one of the best."
"So I get to spend my night with Sean, woo hoo." She said sarcastically.
He fell silent as she noticed her tense body language. The air around them was thick with discomfort, most of it radiating from her. It was so thick that he could taste the bitterness on his tongue, stimulating his taste buds.
Lost in her own thoughts, she barely even noticed their discomfort.
When they reached the diner, Luke turned to her, gently placing a quick kiss to her lips.
"Keep your window opened."
"Yeah, that's a good way to keep the baddies out." She joked lightly.
"I'm coming later tonight, and it'll be easier than using the front door and having your father point his gun at me."
"Luke, maybe you shouldn't risk it," she whispered, her voice tingling with worry, "I don't want you to get in trouble because of me."
"Just leave your window open and I won't get in trouble." He instructed.
"Yeah, tell your mom I said . . ." she stopped in mid sentence and realized something, "Wait, how did your mom know I was Changing? Did you tell her?"
"No, maybe she smelled the change in your scent too." He offered.
Pushing her hair away from her eyes, she looked through the glass windows.
"I see my babysitter is already there, so I'm going to go now."
"Yeah, I just have to speak to him, and I'll be off."
"Alright." She smiled heading for the door.
Entering the diner, she headed straight for the cloakroom where she took off her hoodie and put on her apron. When she'd exited, Luke was gone.
TBC . . .
A/N: hey, so how did you like this one? I know it's short, but I didn't feel like elaborating anymore. It feels like I'm turning into Dickens, describing everything. Well I'll let you go. Happy Thanksgiving, and I hope your turkey doesn't go gobble gobble in the middle of the meal, 'cuz that would be gross. Happy Holidays and happy b-day to Kubiak, Bibi and everyone else, I'm too tired to think of their names, but they know who they are. o ^_^ o
Disclaimer: I don't own Wolf Lake . . . I've got nothing. O_o
A/N: quick on this is, except not as long as I wished. For that one person that keeps reviewing and asking if I could make her Change in the next chappy, sorry but I can't just yet. I'm not sure how many chapters I'm making this, but I don't want her to lose that scared innocence just yet. But I do agree, thirteen chapters w/o her flipping is a very long time. And in the life of this story, that's about one and a half months.
Sweet Dreams XIII:
The door moaned softly as he craned his heck to peer inside. Involuntarily his breath caught as he beheld her. She was facing the mirror contemplatively as she stroked her hair with the brush. The way that her hair fell across her shoulders and down her chest, shielding her t-shirt draped breast from view and cradled her cherubic face.
She was so beautiful standing there looking and smelling as fresh as the rain.
Seeing her draped in his clothes made him want to die. He was sure that if this was six months ago, his clothes would fit better, but he thanked the gods anyway because seeing his clothes barely grip on to her slimmer figure made her look even more tempting. She wore a pair of his old pajama pants that hung so loosely down her hips that he could see the tiniest of hairs that began at her bikini line. Her feet were bare as they sunk deeply in the sea of green carpet, draped totally by his pants.
Gazing into her reflection, he let her thoughtful expression guide him to the empty space behind her. When his chest finally came in contact with her back, his eyes roamed away from her face and settled on her fingers.
As one hand gently grasped his brush in her hand, the other barely caressed the long strands, gently guiding the styling tool and patting it into place.
Bringing his own hands to hers, he stilled the monotonous movement.
Her gaze collided with his in the mirror reflection. As small smile curled his lips as he noticed the shock twinkle in those gorgeous shocks of brown.
She hadn't even noticed that he was in the room . . . strange.
Clasping her hands beneath his, he guided them down to her sides, and gently untucked the brush from her grasp. Bringing his lips down to her ear, he waited a moment, letting her feel the heat radiating from him.
"Do you know how beautiful you are at this moment?" he breathed, feeling her tremble against him.
Her eyes caught the look of pure awe as he gazed back intently. Feeling his fingertips brushing casually over her own fingers, she felt her body give in to the tingly feeling he triggered.
With the small smile still caressing his features, he lifted his fingers to her neck, just barely touching her with his fingertips. Without extracting his gaze from hers, he slowly drew the curtain of her hair to the other side of her face, and gently placed his lips to the skin just below her jaw-line. Her own lids slid shut as his lips played softly with her sensitive skin.
Her breathing grew labored from his close vicinity, and slowly she prayed to the Moon that she would touch him and all her fears about everything would dissolve, and everything would be back to the way it was this morning. Sighing heavily, her body began to build with the familiar need that he stirred within her every time that she saw him. Unconsciously her hand reached behind her and clasped his neck, her fingers instantly tangled themselves in his hair, bringing him closer.
Not missing a step, he brought his hands down to her bare waist and gently pressed her back flatly against his chest. His lips descended down the smooth column of her neck, and trailed hot kisses down her shoulder. He brought his hands back up towards her shoulders, and began to stroke her arms, sending shivers down her body.
Lost in the feel of him, she cleared her mind of her thoughts and tried to concentrate on the nearness of him and the searing trail of kisses burning her already feverish skin.
It wasn't working.
The feeling of being trapped in a cage with no way out still plagued in the back of her mind, killing the tender advances that he made towards her. The thought of never being able to make up for that mistake, never being able to correct herself scared the hell out of her. She would be trapped within his grasp forever, and if she ever tried to escape . . . she didn't even want to think about what could happen if the life of a wolf became too much, too haunting, too unreal for her.
He heard her mumble something softly, but with his mind elsewhere, like on trying to make her feel just a bit of what she was making him feel, even his wolf hearing couldn't pick it up.
"Hmmm," he mumbled softly taking her ear between his two teeth, and flicking it seductively with his tongue.
"I've gotta' get dressed." She repeated, her body tensing against his as she refused herself to succumb to his witchery.
"Oh," he replied, the magic of the moment ruined as reality set in. She had to get to work.
"Do you have my clothes?" she asked stepping away from him.
"Yeah." He replied looking into her eyes.
His own grew soft as he saw the blankness of her usual expressive eyes. He'd never seen her eyes look so empty, and the realization that they could scared him. They were so beautiful, and the thought that someone could bring such a sad look to her eyes made him want to protect her forever.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing, I'm just a little tired." She lied.
"You don't have to go to work, I'm sure that they can get someone to fill in for you."
"No, today's paradise had to come to an end eventually, and what better way to end it then with meaningless work?"
"Are you sure you're ok?"
"Yeah, do you have my clothes?"
"Oh, yeah . . . here." He smiled faintly before producing the small pile of cloth with a pair of white shoes sitting on top.
Taking the clothes, she dropped the shoes to the floor, and inspected each article of clothing. When she unfolded the dress, she found a black lacy bra and matching panties. Her face burned bright red at the thought of him raiding her underwear drawer and finding these.
Smiling at the reaction that she'd gotten from his choice in under- garments, he leaned forward so that his warm breath would sweep past her face and her murmured,
"They were my favorite."
She looked up and watched as he sauntered out of his bedroom, closing the door behind him.
~***~
He watched as she entered the sitting room. She was wearing the short pink diner uniform with the old WLSD hoodie over it with her white sneakers on. Her hair was pulled away from her face into a ponytail.
"Do you know what time it is?" she asked.
"Uh," he said consulting the watch on his arm, "about five forty- five."
"I guess I'll be going now." She smiled heading for the door. "I'll come back for my clothes maybe tomorrow."
"I'll walk you there."
"You don't have to," she smiled, secretly wishing he wouldn't.
"I don't mind, plus my mom said I have to. We'll meet Sean up there."
"Sean?"
"Yeah, he's gunna' stay with you for the night and bring you home after your shift. I offered to do it, but me being the next 'Alpha' and all, my mom thought that Sean was the next best thing."
"Why is Sean babysitting me, or anyone else for that matter?" she asked, her anger evident in her voice.
"Your Dad requested that someone stay with you. He didn't want anything to happen to you while he was at the meeting with the others from the Pack."
Heading outside, she let out a loud groan.
"Well then why isn't Sean going? He's a Beta isn't he? So shouldn't he be at the meeting?"
"I can fill him in later, but your Dad wanted to protect you, and my mother wanted one of the best."
"So I get to spend my night with Sean, woo hoo." She said sarcastically.
He fell silent as she noticed her tense body language. The air around them was thick with discomfort, most of it radiating from her. It was so thick that he could taste the bitterness on his tongue, stimulating his taste buds.
Lost in her own thoughts, she barely even noticed their discomfort.
When they reached the diner, Luke turned to her, gently placing a quick kiss to her lips.
"Keep your window opened."
"Yeah, that's a good way to keep the baddies out." She joked lightly.
"I'm coming later tonight, and it'll be easier than using the front door and having your father point his gun at me."
"Luke, maybe you shouldn't risk it," she whispered, her voice tingling with worry, "I don't want you to get in trouble because of me."
"Just leave your window open and I won't get in trouble." He instructed.
"Yeah, tell your mom I said . . ." she stopped in mid sentence and realized something, "Wait, how did your mom know I was Changing? Did you tell her?"
"No, maybe she smelled the change in your scent too." He offered.
Pushing her hair away from her eyes, she looked through the glass windows.
"I see my babysitter is already there, so I'm going to go now."
"Yeah, I just have to speak to him, and I'll be off."
"Alright." She smiled heading for the door.
Entering the diner, she headed straight for the cloakroom where she took off her hoodie and put on her apron. When she'd exited, Luke was gone.
TBC . . .
A/N: hey, so how did you like this one? I know it's short, but I didn't feel like elaborating anymore. It feels like I'm turning into Dickens, describing everything. Well I'll let you go. Happy Thanksgiving, and I hope your turkey doesn't go gobble gobble in the middle of the meal, 'cuz that would be gross. Happy Holidays and happy b-day to Kubiak, Bibi and everyone else, I'm too tired to think of their names, but they know who they are. o ^_^ o
