A/N: I'm alive, though school did try to kill me and prevent chapters from being written. This is in no way complete, but simply a teaser chapter to show you that writing has commenced and more is to come soon!
enjoy!
For the first time in a long time, I'm not sore as I wake up. Also, I can tell that I'm incredibly happy, for reasons I'm not entirely sure. I remember Embry stopping by yesterday, and Summer. And then Claire dropped by?
I open my eyes and find myself lying comfortably on my back in my bed. And then I feel it. The warm body next to me, cuddled up into my right side. Moving my eyes slowly, hoping it's a moment that is worth lasting…and it is. Claire is huddled into my chest deeply asleep, her right hand resting on my bare chest. And then I realize something besides Claire's presence, or an aspect of Claire's presence.
She wants to be beside me.
I replay last night in my head. She kissed me. We didn't say much, and I didn't mind. She was there in my arms, wanting to be there. She was so bold and confident in kissing me, not the way she had been all those years. It was assertive, mature, and sexy as hell.
She stirs ever so slightly; her eyes moving underneath her eyelids. I know she's awake for sure. Quickly, I close my eyes to pretend I'm asleep not wanting Claire to think I think I was creepily watching her. My breathing is too rapid, I'm nervous. Why should I be? We had only made out, maybe did a little more. I didn't ask questions. It didn't seem like she wanted to talk and I didn't want to make it more complicated. It was late, she slept here. No need to be worried…except we didn't say one word last night to each other, but it didn't feel like it was just physical. Could that just be the imprinting?
Her hand that was lightly resting on my chest moves and slides up to my shoulder. She stretches signaling that she is awake. Her head nuzzles her head in my neck and I open my eyes shocked at her movement.
"Morning," she whispers quietly.
Almost as an involuntary movement, my arm wraps around her waist and my head turns towards her and I place a kiss on Claire's soft forehead. "Morning," I whisper.
We lie there for a moment in silence, except for the sound of the birds chirping happily outside the window. I don't want to say anything that will overstep our silent boundary or truce. I don't want to make her run. It would hurt too badly after feeling her wanting to be beside me. But as the minutes linger on I know I have to say something. "Breakfast?" I ask quietly, sleep still in my voice.
"Sure," she whispers quietly.
Gently I sit up, helping her do so as well. She stands up behind me, and stumbles groggily. Taking her hand, I lead her towards the kitchen.
"Sorry, bathroom," she says as we pass the bathroom door.
I smile and nod. Once in the kitchen, I realize how little food I have in the house. I look like someone who doesn't entirely take care of himself at this moment. I'm usually not like this. Usually there's tons of food, especially with Embry's frequent food binge visits at my house after patrol. Looking through the cupboards I realize that every single one of them is empty, except for the plates and cups. Finally I open the fridge and see a note attached to the empty milk carton which read:
Sorry, needed fuel. Knew you had company and didn't want to disturb you.
-Embry
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