"Please don't be mad," Cat is sitting on my bed, my blankets pulled up to her chest, eyes wide and watery. "I'm sure Beck didn't mean that stuff he said. He's not a mean person."

"You'd be surprised at how evil he actually is." I let out a huff of air, kicking off my boots and then pull at the hem of my shirt, wanting nothing more than to get changed, shut off all the lights, crawl into bed and feel the steady rhythm of Cat breathing next to me.

My mother isn't home, not much of a surprise there. Cat had to almost get on her hands and knees and beg her mom to let her sleep over, but it all worked out in the end. The house was empty and dark when we arrived, just the way I like it.

It was the second time Cat had ever even set foot fast my front door, and the first time she'd ever been in my room. In her words it was 'like something out of a scary movie', but I prefer to call

As much as I'm trying to not let it get to me, I can't help it. I'm still fuming.

How dare he. How dare he think that I would ever hurt Cat the way he hurt me! How dare he think I would hurt her in any way, shape or form. She's different, she's special. She's fragile, her heart is easily breakable, and I wouldn't be able to live with myself if I knew I was the cause of it shattering.

With another angry exhale of breath, I shrug my shirt over my shoulders and let it drop to the floor as I reach for my pajama drawer. Behind me, there's a giggle.

"What?"

"You're not wearing a shirt." Cat covers her smile with her hand, and her cheeks quickly turn a shade of pink. Her eyes cast downwards, and she laughs again. The sound tinkles, like wind chimes. It's almost infectious.

"Yeah?" I raise a brow, my hand hovering over the handle of my drawer. "Does it bother you?"

"No, no." She exclaims almost instantly, and fingers a loose piece of thread curling out of my blanket. "I've just never seen you without a shirt before."

"Well," I twirl like a ballerina once, twice, in the middle of the room and watch as Cat's cheeks turn back to their natural shade of creamy tan. "Now you have."

I rummage around in my drawer before I finally find a tattered, oversized sleeping shirt with the advertisement of a screamo band stamped on the front and shrug it on. When I turn back around, she's still sitting there, smile frozen on her lips.

I give her party dress a once over. "You're not going to change?"

My words snap her out of her daze, and she glances down at her outfit before looking up at me again. There wasn't that much light in my room, only the dim glow of the one floor lamp I own, but man, her eyes are like gold.

"Do you have something for me to wear?" She stands, and the blanket falls away. I'm about to nod and say that, in my whole drawer, there has to be something she can wear, but then she adds, "Or, I could go naked."

It must've been the look on my face, because before I can even open my mouth to comment, she throws her hands up in front of her face. "Oh my God, I was kidding. I was kidding. I'm so sorry."

"It's okay." I smile to show her that it really is okay. "You're my girlfriend, now. Pervert jokes are acceptable."

When I'm digging through the drawer again, I can't help the swelling in my chest, or the hot feeling in the pit of my stomach. Sure, she was joking about the whole going commando thing, but I must admit, for a split second there, I had hoped she wasn't.

I'm not going to lie and say that I haven't desired Cat, because I have. Like that time at the boutique, and when we were at the party and she was pressed against me. Maybe even a few times before my break up with Beck, but those times were very, very rare.

I push the thoughts out of my mind though. It's too soon to be thinking about stuff like that, we just stared dating a few days ago. But I've known Cat for years now. If … when it comes down to it, I can trust her.

"I think the shirt should fit nicely," I say after I've plucked a random T-shirt and pair of sweatpants from the drawer, handing her the bundle of clothes. "The sweats may be a little big, but I guess it would be more comfortable like that."

Cat takes them out of my hand, and unexpectedly, raises herself on her tiptoes so she can reach my cheek when she kisses there. It's soft and swift, but it makes my chest clench tightly.

"Do you want me to turn around?" I gesture to the clothing and her. Even though we're dating, she may not be comfortable with the whole 'being naked in front of each other' bit.

"No."

I pause. "Do you want me to close my eyes?"

"Yeah." She nods, setting the clothes down on my bed. "Close your eyes, please."

Obeying, I shut both of my eyes so tight, that I begin to see little white fuzzies float in front of my eyelids. In front of me, I can feel Cat moving, shrugging out of her dress. It makes my skin tingle, being so close to her. For a moment, goose bumps spread across my upper arms.

Then that's when I feel it. Her breath, warm and heavy on my chin, and before I can open my eyes, I feel the soft sensation of her lips on mine. My stomach erupts in a swarm of butterflies, and I let the current of relaxation wash over me. Her hands drape themselves around my neck, and I move to hold her closer.

When I wrap my arms around her waist, however, a mild shock runs through me when I realize that my hands are touching bare skin, not the fabric of my T-shirt.

I jump back as if she's burned me, and her eyes open in exclaim. I look down to see that she did in fact take off the dress, but she has yet to put on my pajamas. I raise a brow in question, but Cat doesn't answer me. Instead, while wearing nothing but her underwear, she climbs into my bed again and pulls the covers up to her chest.

She doesn't have to say anything. Her eyes tell me everything I need to know.

After taking a deep breath the calm my nerves, I pull the lamp's plug out of the outlet before mimicking her movements and sliding into bed beside her. My blankets are hot, and they almost seem to be trying to suffocate me, but then I feel Cat's fingers on my arm.

She kisses my cheek once, twice, and I kiss her back, but then it takes me a moment to realize that in between our make out session, she had climbed on top of me and was now straddling my hips.

"We don't have to." I pause, because I know exactly where this is headed. I've seen enough TV to know, and I've been in an intimate relationship before her. "Just because we started dating doesn't mean that-"

"I know, I know." Cat presses a finger against my lips, and leans down to place a fast kiss on my nose. "But I want to do this, Jade. I want to make you happy. You're my hero."

And with that, she kisses me again, but on my lips this time, and I let my fingers lace in her sea of crimson hair. Her kisses move, she trails them along my jaw, down my neck and she helps me as I throw my shirt over my head.

The cold in the room makes my flesh rise in bumps all over, but Cat's kisses instantly warm me up from the inside out. She takes her time, making sure that she's covered basically every inch of my body with her mouth. In my head, I keep thinking over and over and over again how this has to be one of the best nights of my life.

We continue on for the rest of the night, kissing and feeling, touching and panting. We each take turns, making one another feel like our skin is on fire.

When rapid beating of my heart has slowed, and wonderful clenching in my stomach has loosened, and there's sunlight creeping in from the blinds on my windows, I hold Cat, my hero, close to my chest and fall asleep listening to the steady beat of her heart.

It's over. :'(

And I know this chapter moved kind of fast, and I apologize for that. I promise I'll write better.

But the death of one fic means the birth of another.

Thinking about doing a Werewolf!Jade and a Normal!Cat fic. I don't know, let me know what you think.