Phil spent the next hour and a half in a state of complete anxiety. He couldn't just relax and watch more Doctor Who. He walked around the apartment, tidying things and began to cook dinner for when Dan returned.
What if Dan got hurt? What the hell did he mean by 'not the only slightly more than human thing'? What if it starts raining and his things get ruined?
To Phil's dismay, as it grew darker, rain began to fall.
He gazed out the window of his bedroom, which faced the outskirts of the neighborhood and he could just hardly see the edge of the trees.
Water slowly trickled down the glass and he pushed off of the sill where he had been leaning. He slipped his glasses off and ran a hand through his hair, with a deep sigh.
He returned to the kitchen to check on the steak's he had begun to cook. In the oven, potatoes were being baked and he planned on also cooking up a can of beans.
The food was nearly done when Dan walked through the door, heaving the full athletic bag into the house.
Phil abandoned the pot of beans, and headed straight for the foyer where Dan stood, his hair and shoulders damp.
He let out a breath and Dan dropped the bag on the wooden floor.
Before he really thought about what he was doing, he crossed the small foyer and pressed his lips to Dan's, absolutely vibrating with relief.
Dan's lips parted with a gasp and Phil took that as permission to let his tongue slip into his mouth.
He could feel Dan's hands gripping his shirt tightly, but he didn't protest as he kissed Phil back.
After a few moments of heavy breathing and moving lips, Dan pulled away and with wide-eyes he stared into Phil's blue eyes.
"I'm sorry," Phil said between breaths. "Are you alright?"
"I think so." Dan breathed.
He rested his forehead at Phil's shoulder, his hands never letting up on the back of Phil's shirt.
"You caught me by total surprise, Phil."
"I'm sorry."
"I mean, don't apologize. I've wanted to do that, too. I'm just… not the type to be quite that affectionate without really thinking about it first. Not impulsive, is the right word."
"Well, neither am I, but I felt awful when you were gone and it started to rain and I was so worried and I just wanted to touch you, but just a hug wasn't enough and-," Phil cut himself off. He was rambling. And with run-on sentences.
"I know."
Phil could feel Dan's shoulders rise and fall with a deep breath. He pulled away and despite how worked up he had already gotten, he leaned back in and kissed Phil again.
Their lips moved together much slower this timer, and Phil let his hand cup Dan's neck while the other was at his waist, holding him closer.
Dan took a deep breath as he pulled back once more and said to Phil, "Is there something burning?"
"Shit!" Phil suddenly exclaimed, abandoning Dan at the foyer and rushing to the kitchen where he quickly stirred up the beans.
Dan shut the front door to the house and grabbed the bag. He took the bag to set it next to the couch and grinned as Phil fussed with the pot of beans.
"They're a bit burnt, but they're okay," Phil turned off the stove and pushed the pot back onto the cooler burner.
"That's fine."
"You know, I wouldn't have been able to tell they were burning unless you said something. Usually you can't smell it if beans are burning."
Dan just tapped his nose. "It's the wolf thing."
"Right. I should have figured."
Dan hummed and took his jacket off to hang it on the rack in the foyer.
He returned to the kitchen where Phil had pulled out some baked potatoes.
"Go ahead and make a plate," he said as he pulled out some butter and cheese to put on the potatoes.
"Oh, it's all done?"
Phil hummed and Dan got a plate out of the cupboard he had seen him going into previously.
They filled their plates and sat at the dining table together.
"Try the cheese on your potatoes. I promise you, it is divine."
"Not as divine as you taste, Phil."
Phil had been raising his fork to his mouth, but stopped mid-bite.
"You're a flirty little shit, aren't you?"
"Yeah, well, er…" Dan trailed off and Phil chuckled, earning a smile from him.
After they ate and Phil quickly cleaned their mess they settled on the couch together and they put on a movie.
"Oh, you brought clothes and stuff, right?" Phil asked as the beginning movie credits began rolling.
"Yeah. Pajamas and stuff like that. The blanket mum made, the jean jacket my grandpa wore… a few books and a music box my mum played for me sometimes."
"A music box?"
"Yeah," Dan got up from the couch and knelt next to the bag, which, to Phil's relief hadn't gotten too wet when Dan carried it home. Phil leaned over the side of the couch to watch just after quickly pausing Netflix.
He unzipped the bag and shuffled things up for a bit, before carefully pulling a small wooden box out from within a jean jacket.
The wooden box had intricate and detailed carvings of a few different animals on it. He could make out an eagle, a wolf, and a deer.
"It's beautiful."
"Grandpa actually made it for mum, and she gave it to me. The three of us, grandpa, mum and I, lived together for a while. He was quite old, and well, you know how that goes." Dan said as he twisted the wind at the back of the box.
"Yeah," Phil said quietly. "Well, open it up, I want to hear it."
Dan lifted the lid to the box as he rocked back onto his shins. A small wooden wolf was spinning in the center of the box as the sweetest music filled Phil's home.
It reminded Phil of what it was like to lie underneath the full moon, or see the sunlight filter through summer green trees and watch a butterfly flit by him. It reminded him of Dan's sweet brown eyes as he smiled at him while his head lay in his lap.
The entire house was filled with a mystical peace and it touched Phil in a way that music had never done before.
Dan looked up at him, an entranced smile on his face as he was affected as much as Phil was.
The music ended and Phil didn't quite know what to say. It was truly magical.
Dan shut the lid, which seemed to snap loudly and it broke the trance they both seemed to be in.
"That was really beautiful," Phil said.
"Yeah," Dan smiled up at him.
"We can put that up on a shelf," he suggested and stood.
Dan looked around. "How about there?" He nodded towards the top of Phil's bookshelf.
"Wherever you like is fine."
Dan stood and put the music box at the top of the shelf and he smiled, satisfied.
Phil grinned at him as he was rejoined by Dan at the couch.
They began their movie and through the progression of the night, they had grown closer. Phil was laying back, his legs bent and hanging off the couch while Dan was curled up, his head on Phil's chest.
When the movie ended they sleepily moved into Phil's room. They changed into their pajamas, used the restroom, and Phil set the alarm for work tomorrow. As he lie down, pulling the covers over both of them, he realized something.
He was going to be at work for six whole hours the next day.
He let out a soft groan.
"Phil?"
"I'm dreading work tomorrow."
"It'll be alright," Dan promised.
"I know, but it might not feel like it."
In the dark, Dan looked over at Phil.
"I promise you, Phil. As you go back to work the next week it will feel a bit normal again. Because up until this weekend, it still felt normal. It just takes a bit of adjusting and we'll be alright."
"Will you be alright here by yourself?"
"Yeah. I can read and stuff. Also…" Dan paused. "You should show me how to log into your Netflix." He smiled and Phil chuckled.
"Can't get enough of that David Tenant?"
"Well, no, I can. Because I've never not been able to get enough of anything until I met you."
Phil sighed and said, "I love you, Dan."
Dan didn't reply, but leaned over and carefully pressed his lips to Phil's. His wolf heart pounded in his chest as Phil pulled him closer, gripping his shirt tightly.
Dan felt a hand at his hip as he shifted slightly and he soon found himself beneath Phil.
He broke the kiss and choked, "Phil."
Phil could feel Dan trembling as his knees were locked around his hips.
Panting, he looked down at Dan.
Within a few moments he found himself hovering above a wolf tangled up in Dan's pajamas. Dan's brown eyes blinked up at him.
"Shit," Phil said, despite his momentary astonishment at the transition. "I'm sorry."
Not your fault.
"Well, yeah. It kind of is. I could've stopped before I-."
I kissed you first.
"I know, but I didn't have to get so intense."
It doesn't really matter. These things happen.
"You're right."
Can you help me get out of these clothes, so I can put them back on properly in a minute?
"Sure," Phil sat back onto his shins, sinking into the bed, and slipped Dan's pajama pants off of his wolf legs and then rabbit skinned the black t-shirt over his top half, ruffling his fur as he did so.
It occurred to Phil that he was, essentially, undressing Dan and he thought for a moment what that'd be like if Dan had never changed.
He blushed furiously.
Not having the most pure thoughts, are we, Phil?
"Can you blame me?"
His brown eyes looked at Phil playfully as he shifted and sat up.
Not really.
"Do you want me to look away?"
Doesn't matter, but I will probably be extremely red-faced.
"Am I not as well?" Phil rebutted.
True.
In the dark, Dan changing was about the most fantastic thing he'd ever witnessed. He truly did glow, and while it was faint, he illuminated the room similar to the way a candle would.
"You're so beautiful," Phil whispered as they sat across from each other.
"Thanks," Dan said back in the same hushed tone.
Phil leaned in and gave him one last kiss for the night before Dan stood and redressed in his pajamas.
Phil lie back, and Dan got under the covers again.
Despite the embarrassment of what they both went through they gravitated back into each other's arms.
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