Wolfblood

Chapter 13

I had been looking forward to this day for a while. Not because I like dark moon days, but because it's the rare one that doesn't fall on a school day. I get to just laze around all day, doing absolutely nothing, and sleep. I don't even have to roll out of bed.

I'm roused groggily from sleep as a knock sounds at the front door, making me grumble miserably into my pillow. It doesn't take very long for me to decide to just ignore it, and I roll over in my bed to find a cooler section of sheets.

I'm drifting off again in seconds, before I'm once again rudely awakened- this time by my bedroom door opening.

I glare up at my girlfriend balefully as she stands in the doorway, wondering how she got into my house.

"Your brother let me in," she informs me, a concerned look creasing her brow.

"I thought he was spending the day with Claire," I grumble, shoving my head under my pillow, wishing for the moment that she would just disappear. I really don't want to do anything today. I just want to sleep.

My human ears track Leah coming further into the room.

"He just left," she tells me, and the bed sinks slightly as she sits down on the edge. She gently pulls the pillow off my head and reaches out towards my face, resting the back of her hot hand on my cheek. "You don't have a fever," she tells me uselessly.

"I'm just really tired," I sigh, sitting up and resigning myself to a day not so lazy.

She frowns slightly, taking in my rumpled and bedraggled state that indicates that I haven't even crawled out of bed yet. If I weren't so tired I might feel embarrassed that she is seeing me in just a t-shirt and my gotchies, but here she is sitting before me in even less.

I wonder if it's a magic thing for her to wear so little clothing sometimes, or maybe it's because of her heat and she just feels hot in much more.

"Come on," she demands, pulling back my blanket, which I half-heartedly clutch at. "Up you go."

I sigh, letting her drag me out of bed, but to my surprise, she doesn't make me get dressed. She just leads me downstairs to the Livingroom and gently pushes me down on the chesterfield.

Then she's gone and bustling through my house as if she's the one who lives here instead of me.

I soon have another blanket piled on me, some soup I didn't know we had in my hands, and Leah snuggling down right beside me with a loose grip on the tv remote.

"Um," I say, darting my eyes from the bowl to my girlfriend. "What's happening?"

"I thought that was obvious," Leah huffs, maneuvering sideways on the chesterfield and pulling me until my back is pressed against her front, all without spilling a drop of soup. The tv flashes on and she immediately starts scrolling through Netflix.

"I'm keeping you company while you rest. Relax; go to sleep if you want."

"You don't want to do anything?" I ask, stirring my soup slowly. "You won't get bored?"

"No," she says before stiffening slightly against my back, as if just coming to a realization. "I can leave though, if you want."

I think about it for a second, feeling how groggy I am and how very comfortable this position is.

I was planning just spending this dark moon holed up in my room sleeping, but this is nice too. It's really nice, actually.

"No," I say, relaxing completely into my girlfriend and bringing the spoon contentedly to my lips. "This is fine."

Even though I sleep through most of it, it ends up being the best dark moon I've ever had. It even beats some non-dark moon days.

…..

I lounge comfortably on the floor, a week later, as the lights of the horror movie cast shadows around the room. Both arms are raised and folded behind my head, providing leverage for me to actually view the tv.

As Leah's brother, Seth, stands up to prepare the fifth bowl of popcorn, a warm hand creeps up my stomach and splays across my ribcage.

I smile slightly, turning my attention to the girl lounged not dissimilarly beside me.

Her expression isn't what I was expecting though, so it quickly drops to a more serious one. She is nervous.

"So, what did you think of our legends?" she asks so lowly that it would be hard to understand what she was saying over the screaming of a sorority girl on screen, if I weren't already watching her lips.

One of my hands comes down to entwine with the fingers splayed on my stomach.

"I think that your people have a lot of heart," I say slowly, carefully, and curious to see if this is when she will get up the courage to tell me it is all real.

But it's not. It's not, because an awkward smile twists her lips and then she is pulling away- pulling away and turning her attention back to the movie.

I follow her hand's movement, unwilling to let this moment slip so easily by, and roll myself half-way sprawled on top of her, gently capturing and pinning her hands above her head while I cage her head with my elbows.

I look down at her seriously, making my face as open and honest as possible as I stare down at her.

"You can tell me anything, you know. I won't judge, won't run, won't tell. I can keep a secret."

Leah offers a shaky smile, and after a beat, lifts her head and kisses me softly.

The kiss is not entirely surprising, but it's fully welcome as I eagerly return it. I'm sure it was just supposed to be short and sweet, but it very quickly turns into something more intense (as has been happening for a while now) as I release one of her wrists to cup the back of her neck and deepen the kiss.

Leah's now free arm wraps round my waist, pulling me more firmly against her body (though I don't know how much closer we could possibly get beside just shedding our layers of clothes), but the action makes my stomach flip pleasantly and I can't help giving a little hum of appreciation.

Neither the dramatic music, nor screams coming from the tv disrupt us, but the exaggerated retching sound does.

I don't yank myself away from my girlfriend, I don't blush in embarrassment, I only reluctantly stop kissing Leah, and lazily turn my head towards Seth who stands in the doorway with a disgusted expression.

"Ugh, gross!" he says, shielding his face with the giant bowl of fresh popcorn. "Get a room!"

"Seth!" Leah gasps, eyes widening, and sits up quick. The sudden motion dislodges me some, forcing me to sit back on her lap. I can't help pouting at the new space between us.

"Leah won't let me in her room," I inform the boy. "She's afraid that I'll corrupt her innocent virtue or something," I tease my girlfriend, turning my attention to her easily accessible neck and gently biting it.

I smile when she shivers, but it's short lived because she pushes me away again, face flushed but with a glare now.

"I don't know how you can talk and act so casually about sex. You don't need to push so hard- I will wait for you." I feel my face slowly closing off as she continues to talk, and she doesn't even seem to notice as I become almost unnaturally still.

Seth does notice, and slowly sets the popcorn on the side table beside the unoccupied couch. "Uh, Leah, I think you should-" she ignores him.

"We need to slow down. You shouldn't be so quick to rush into your first time. It's supposed to be special."

This wasn't the conversation I was hoping to happen. But here it is.

My voice is cold, even though my chest feels hot in anger. "It was special," I tell her. "We were dating for a year and a half, it was over Christmas holidays, and I never once regretted it even though I knew that she was moving in a week."

I watch closely, trying to distance my emotions and brace myself as her shock registers.

"You've had sex before?" she asks, an odd expression crossing her face.

"Haven't you?" I retort, angrily. I don't move from her lap though, even though right now I want to put a lot of distance between us.

"That's different," she brushes off, her anger spiking in response to mine.

"How?" I challenge.

"Leah-" her brother tries to warn, but I don't want her to stop now. I want to know why me sleeping with someone is such a sin when she has slept with someone before as well. She can't possibly be that hypocritical.

"Because I'm a lot older than you!" she retorts, and I'm immediately on my feet moving towards the door. "Where are you going?" She asks incredulously, leaping to her own feet.

"Piss off, Leah!" I shout, yanking the front door open, but then I'm closing it again and whirling back around to face her, fury burning in my face. I'm not scared of wolfing out though. I don't feel threatened, I'm just angry. Really really freaking angry. And hurt.

"I am not a child!" I snarl. "I'm not some child that you have to protect and take care of. You are not my mom- you are not my babysitter! You are my girlfriend. I don't give a damn if you are older; I don't give a damn if you're fifty years older or a hundred. If you are my girlfriend, we are equals!"

I watch as the anger quickly melts off her face, replaced by a panicked kind of countenance as I once again yank open her front door. My own hurt and anger, only make me apathetic to her feelings.

"Wait- please, Ryan-"

"I'm going home; it's past my bedtime," I sneer over my shoulder, just wishing she will let me storm off so I can cool down in peace. I feel strung way too high and I just need to run. "I'm surprised you even let me stay up so late to watch such a scary movie. I might get nightmares now!" I slam to door behind me and sprint towards the woods, letting my wolf speed and instincts envelope my senses as my runners practically fly across the forest floor.


A/N: Well, I thought things were going a little too well, so here's some drama that I feel was bound to happen in a relationship like this. Sorry if I just gave you whiplash from the beginning of this chapter.

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