Title: All Over Again
Genre: No idea… friendship/romance?
Rating: T
Pairing: Bella/Sam
Words: 607
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Prompt: "Last time this happened, it went on for days."

AN: Yeah, so I'm supposed to be working on my Halloween one shot that I started like two months ago. Not looking good so far. Anyway, Sam decided to speak to me (or his wolf did- I like his wolf…). No idea if this makes any sense, but I haven't posted a drabble in a while so here you go!

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All Over Again

He turned himself over to the animal, clearing his mind as he followed his instincts. The wolf could handle things better than the man—he had simple needs. The wolf didn't understand jealousy, or guilt, or unfulfilled arousal.

Emily had imagined some new trespass he was guilty of committing, and she had "cut him off" sexually. One part of him knew that she realized that was the only thing he actually got out of their relationship, and she was consistent about using it as a weapon. The last time this happened, it went on for days.

The wolf poked his head out of the trees far enough to catch her eye. Her previously unfocused stare brightened as she saw his now-familiar black fur. She still wasn't sure if he was real, but she did enjoy his company.

She slipped out of the house and ghosted across the yard, stepping carefully into the dark woods where he first found her. When the wolf stumbled on the girl covered in vampire stench, he'd been unable to phase back to human immediately. Instead, he curled up around her half-frozen body and warmed her while covering her with his own scent. Only then could he regain his skin and carry her to safety.

Bella remembered the friendly wolf, but she was unconscious when the man returned her to her father. Since that night, the wolf had visited her almost daily, and there were several nights where she fell asleep surrounded by fur and woke alone in her bed.

"Hi, Wolf," she spoke quietly, almost reverently as she stepped toward him, completely unafraid. The wolf did a snuffling inventory, satisfied when he smelled only her clean, floral scent and not a trace of the disgusting bloodsucker.

Normally they would sit there, together, just inside the tree line, but the wolf was restless. He crouched down and tilted his head toward his back, trying to tell her to get on. She looked at him in confusion until he jerked his massive head once more and she had a flash of intuition. "You want me to ride you?"

The man was buried deep, but her innocent words in that soft voice that was hoarse with disuse went straight to his very male brain. He was surprised that the thought of sex with this girl did not set off the pain of betrayal that usually came with the imprint.

He carried her deep into the woods, to a cave just inside the wolves' borders. It was where he'd spent those first terrifying weeks when he was lost and newly-phased, and his wolf viewed it as his den. Jared and Paul knew to keep their distance.

She was exhausted when he finally stopped, and she drifted to sleep easily when he curled up around her. The palest light of dawn was beginning to show when she woke, rested and warm, still safely cocooned with her wolf.

He was alert when she sighed sadly and hugged him tightly, wetting his fur with her tears. He whined and nudged her with his nose, trying to ask her what was wrong. "I'm sorry, Wolf," she sniffled, trying to stop her crying. "I'm glad you're here, but I just wish sometimes that you were real. I wish you could hold me, like he used to do."

Sam didn't even stop to think before he phased, seamlessly pulling her onto his lap and wrapping his strong, warm arms around her. She gasped and looked up into his face in shock, and for the second time in his life, every tie on earth fell away. The only thing holding him was her.