Chapter 27 Frolicking in the forest

Disclaimer: the characters and all recognisable situations belong to Stephenie Meyer - this is a work of fan fiction, except for the legends and histories of the Quileute and the Makah that, of course, belong to them. I pay my respects to their gods.

Thanks to BanSidhe for betaing.

AN: pointless lemon warning – remember children, safe sex always

He texted her when he got to their spot. Half the problem with Rose was he spent all his spare time thinking about her and then when he saw her, he was at such a heightened level of excitement, he had trouble keeping himself under control. Luckily, so far, she was right there with him. He thought maybe she spent the whole day thinking about him too.

He could hear the back door of the house close and knew she was on her way. He paces back and forth, and then decides to go meet her. He watches her walk carefully through the forest. Her night vision was not good and she had a torch. He always thought they were a silly idea; they only illuminate the one bit they show. Everything else around them is darker because of the concentrated light. Sometimes he thinks it would be easier to turn it off, close your eyes for a minute and trust yourself. But he knows trusting the forest is not something Rose was capable of… yet.

She was wearing a robe and a pair of runners. He saw glimpses of her long pyjama pants underneath as she walked.

He leaned against a tree trunk and folded his arms, watching her. He gave her a soft low wolf whistle.

She grinned, knowing it was him. She still couldn't see him.

"Over here Honey," he called softly.

She turned toward him but he can tell she was still blind.

"Seth?"

"Right here," he replied. "…Polo," he said mischievously.

"Oh please… I am not playing Marco Polo with you in the forest… in the dark." She waved the torch around.

"Murder in the dark then?" he suggested. "Warmer," he added as she walked in the right direction.

"Turn the torch off," he told her.

"How will that help?"

"Just do it."

She sighed. "Okay," she clicked it off. "Was I hurting your eyes?"

"Yeah…something like that."

He watched her take another tentative step. "Close your eyes for a minute and let your eyes adjust. The moon is huge tonight, you don't need it."

"Trust me," he added when she didn't.

She sighed again. "Fine," she huffed. She stood still and closed her eyes.

He waited for a minute. "Okay, open them now." He was still leaning against the tree and he watched her scan around until she saw him. She smiled.

"All right, I believe you now," she admitted. She walked carefully towards him. He met her half way.

They kissed. He pulled her off the ground and plastered her body against his. She loved it when he did that. She told him that one day so he does it more frequently now.

"You are right. The moon casts a different light doesn't it? Everything loses its colour. If it is such a full moon… shouldn't you be furrier?"

He laughed. "It doesn't work like that. Technically, we are shape shifters not werewolves. We just call ourselves wolves."

"In those books you gave me to listen to, the Anita Blake ones, the shifters had to stay animal for a couple of hours unless they were really powerful."

"Oh, okay… no, we can shift back and forth at will."

"Really?"

"Do you want to see me?"

"I don't know… are you scary? I only have a vague memory from before… you know…" She didn't want to remind him about the accident.

"I'm still me," he said.

"I know; you told me."

"I still think like me…" he added as he kissed her again. " Take your clothes off Rose," he said in a low voice.

"Aren't you the one phasing?"

"Did you want to have sex tonight?"

"With a wolf?" she sounded a little concerned.

"No," he hurried to reassure her. "When I phase back, I will be naked and I want you to be ready."

"Ready?" she repeated.

"I just want to try something. Do you trust me?"

She looked at him. She did trust him. She started to take off her robe. "Can I leave my shoes on?" she asked.

"Sure, sure," he agreed.

When she tried to get undressed, she realised she had to take the shoes off to get her pyjama pants off. She stood on the shoes rather than the forest floor. Seth smiled at that. Then she put the shoes back on. She really was not the outdoorsy type. He just shook his head. Eventually she stood naked and shivering a little with her runners back on her feet.

"It's too cold," she complained. "Can I put the robe back on?"

"All right."

She wrapped the robe around herself and held it closed over her body. "Okay… I'm ready." She frowned. "What am I ready for, Seth?"

"I want to chase you."

He heard her heart rate increase.

"Chase me?"

"Let me phase first."

"But…"

He stripped off his cut-offs and phased and anything else she wanted to say was stopped in her throat.

She stood there with her mouth open, just staring at him. Her hands clutched at the robe against her chest.

Wolf Seth took a small step towards her. Very slowly, he took another step. She slowly reached a hand out to him. In the moonlight, his fur looks as if it is almost lit from within. He butted his head under her hand and it broke the spell.

She smiled and stroked his head. He arched under her touch. She pulled his ears and scratched behind them and he pushed his massive body against her. She stroked right along his back. Feeling his fur. Burying her fingers in it. She leaned over his body and hugged him around the neck and he made an odd rumbly noise.

She tried to look him in the eyes but he licked her face. She wiped the slobber off on her robe sleeve.

He pushed at her body again.

"Is it time to play?" she asked.

He nodded his wolf head.

"I guess Marco Polo is out of the question," she said with a chuckle.

He almost rolled his eyes at her.

"Okay, I will go hide… will that work?"

He tilted his head and then nodded. Then he spun on the dirt floor, his paws digging into the ground and he shot away into the dark.

She looked around for somewhere to hide. She closed her eyes again to calm her heart and regain her night vision. She opened them and made her way carefully through the forest. Her heart rate was not calming; she was so excited. Seth had told her about the imprint and the exchange of emotion sometimes. She wondered how much of the excitement she felt was hers.

She found two trees close together and she slipped between them. She was so caught up in the game that her normal worries about creepy crawlies were gone. She closed her eyes like a baby hiding and tried to breathe slowly.

She tried to listen. She could hear nothing other than the normal night noises of the forest. She actually squealed when he licked her hand. She didn't hear a sound. He danced around happily, pleased with himself.

"Oh this is just not fair," she whined as she clambers out of her hiding place.

He butted at her with his head. She faced him and he crouched down in the leaf litter. His tail switched slowly back and forth. His eyes were locked onto her. She backed away slowly. She felt a little frightened but overlaying it was an unbelievable excitement.

He started to weave back and forth herding her. She couldn't take her eyes off him. She had forgotten to tie up the robe and when she put her hands out to feel her way, it fell open. He got an even more feral look in his wolf eyes and his head tilted slightly. She comprehended that she could control this game. And it was a game; it was Seth. He was not going to hurt her. She reached up for the edges of the gown and opened it fully, exposing herself to him.

She could feel the moisture building in the air as her own excitement increased.

She backed away from the wolf and he followed her. She tilted her chin up; she challenged him with a look. She opened the gown further; lifting it away from her body so that the collar is resting across the top of her shoulders and she tried to confront him with her eyes. She stepped back, her foot caught on a root and she fell. She had lost the game. He was on her before she hit the ground. She let out a scream. His paws rode on her shoulders as she fell into the leaf litter; his muzzle was in her face.

In an instant, he was human. He was above her completely naked, hard and ready. But his eyes still had that feral gleam.

She grabbed him. She dragged his face to hers, kissing him in a frenzy and she wrapped her legs around him. He pulled away from the kiss, his hand fumbling between her legs, he moved up her body and then he was thrusting into her in one long deep movement that made her cry aloud.

He was too tall to kiss and fuck her at the same time in this position, but she didn't care right now. She was buried somewhere under his pecs so she kissed and bit at them in her own animal frenzy. Her nails scraped down his back as he arched into her.

The robe protected the skin of her back from the leaf litter but she can feel small stones and twigs sticking into her. All of that can wait. Her whole focus is on Seth's long, hard length as it pounded her into the earth.

The storm crackled ominously overhead and the rain started to fall.

"Oh Rose," he panted out. "Oh yes… yes… just like that…"

She sank her nails into his thrusting buttocks and he buried himself impossibly deeper in her.

There was a crack of thunder and the storm broke over them. She cried out again in her ecstasy and the rain intensified. When the lightning cracked, it lit up the two of them, Seth's wet hair plastered over his face as he arched up into her one last time, his neck and shoulders straining with the effort. She watched him in absolute awe.

He fell off to the side a little, still buried within her, his arm across her chest. They lay there breathing hard and staring at each other.

"Wow," she said wiping the rain out of her eyes.

"That was fairly intense," he stated.

"I'll say," she agreed.

He looked at her again seriously. "I want to make love to you in a bed, Rose. The outside thing is kinda cool and all, but I am getting sick of being rained on… you know? I want to finish and go to sleep right where I am."

"Right where you are?" she asked.

"Yeah," he looked predatory for a second. He raised himself up on one arm and gave her another little thrust that made her breath hitch again. He loved doing that; that little bit extra. "Yeah stay right where I was and sleep and then wake up hard inside you and go again…"

"Oh…" she interrupted in a very small voice. " What if I want to move?"

"Why would you want to move?" he asked her.

And right now, she couldn't think of one good reason why she would want to move.

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