7. I Want You/ She's So Heavy

(Ana)

I trudged back through the woods, up the gentle slope of the backyard and up onto the deck where I sat down. I kind of didn't want to go inside yet and face Seth. There was no question that he knew I had just been talking to Liz, and I was sure he had also noticed the lengths I took for privacy... Goddamn werewolf hearing.

He was waiting for me right inside the door. "Spill," he said.

I shrugged my shoulders. "Just girl stuff."

His eyes fixed on me as he pulled his phone out and held it up so that I could see the screen... And there was my girl, on a stage we'd visited many times before, dancing sensually against Chino Moreno as he sang. I was in awe; she'd told me about it, but nothing beats a full image.

"Did she mention this?" His tone was accusatory.

"Well... sort of, yeah."

He turned his screen and looked at the video for another second. I could hear his teeth snap together. "What exactly did she say?"

I went into red-alert and slipped my phone into my pocket; of course he saw me do it, but he wouldn't push that far. "Don't try to make me break girl code. You need to talk to her yourself."

"Is she messing with this guy?"

Seth was literally the nicest guy in the world, seeing him genuinely angry was rare - and frightening. But I could see his temper starting to flare. "She wouldn't do that..." Probably. I think.

"You don't even know for sure," he snapped, and the low growl of his voice was scarier than a shout would have been. "I need to... if she would just come back..." he started pacing the kitchen, his face all scrunched up and pissed off.

"Seth... Go run it off," I suggested as his skin turned redder. "Do NOT phase in here."

Josh popped into the kitchen then and stepped right in front of me protectively. I crossed my arms and rolled my eyes. "Dude, get outside before you lose it," Josh said.

Seth took a step towards the door and his phone rang. He stuck a shaking hand in his pocket and visibly calmed upon reading the screen. "Sorry," he said before he answered the phone and exited the house.

Josh and I stared at one another for a long moment. He motioned towards our room and I followed him there. "You need to try to talk her into coming back here before he loses his shit, Belle."

"You think I haven't? She says she's coming back and then she doesn't. She doesn't want to come back. Liz likes to run from her problems."

We sat down on the bed together. "What can we do, then? I'm telling you, he's never been like this. The guy used to wander around high school whistling and shit. He was perpetually happy until she showed up," he spat.

"Hey now," I shot quickly. "Liz has her quirks and all but that's still my best friend you're talking about."

He smiled a gorgeous, cocky smile. "I thought I was your best friend." He leaned in slowly, licking his full lips. They were just begging to be kissed,nipped and bitten. I was more than happy to fulfill that request.

"Lose the shirt," I commanded, his bottom lip wedged neatly between my front teeth.

"I'll show you mine, you show me yours," he answered. He eased his shirt off, and then mine. I heard something outside and Josh leaned over to peek out the window. "Guess that was a productive conversation," he remarked sarcastically.

"Not our problem," I said as I reached for the fastening on his belt. "Turn some music on." We're going to be making all kinds of animal noises up in here. I got on my knees and motioned for him to lay down, and then I strapped one wrist to the bed frame.

"You know I could get out of this if I wanted," he said, a sly smile playing at his lips.

I shoved my breasts in his face as I latched the other wrist. "You know I'm going to get pissed at you if you break this headboard, baby." I smacked his cheek lightly and wagged my finger in his face.

"What are you going to do about it?" he asked menacingly.

I kissed my way down to his belt line before pulling off those pesky jeans. "You're being very, very naughty today."

"Teach me a lesson," he dared. I bit his inner thigh and he gasped, and then I licked the length of his cock and slid it into my mouth... then I stopped. "Ana Belle," he warned.

I only smiled.

"Stop teasing me."

I straddled him and removed my bra. "Too bad you can't touch me," I said, touching myself for emphasis.

"You're pushing me, Belle. Get those fucking pants off."

I stood up and pulled the rest of my clothes off, slowly swaying with the music. He was growling as I slid back to the bed on all fours, my ass close to his face. I used one hand to steady his dick while I sucked it and my other hand was behind me, working myself.

"Good. Fucking. God," he said through gritted teeth.

I looked back for a moment. "God doesn't have shit to do with it, baby."

He made a deep sound in his chest and suddenly ripped the restraints easily away, and then he was on top of me, taking control, readying himself to plunge into me.

Right at the last second, our eyes met and he paused. The hand that wasn't under me drifted from my breast to my neck, then up into my hair. His thumb reached my lips and he touched them tenderly. "I love you so much, Ana Belle. So much."

After we made love, I nestled into that perfect nook near his shoulder, his arm wrapped around me as I caught my breath. "You always surprise me."

He picked up my hand and raised it to his lips before entwining our fingers. "You surprise me, too. I never saw you coming."

"You just saw me cum like, five times," I giggled.

"Only five?!" he joked. "We better go again." He flipped over on top of me while I laughed, but then he laid back down. He knew there was no way I could handle it again so soon. "Seriously, though. If I had known a girl like you existed before..."

"Well, you're stuck with me now."

"Good," he said. He repositioned us, pulling our faces closer together so he could kiss me. "You better never leave me."

"I'm not Liz," I sighed. "And for the record, she's still with Seth, as in, still in a relationship. She didn't leave him in that sense."

"The distance would kill me. When we imprint, that's one of the main things - we have to be close to that person. You need them close like you need food and oxygen."

I kissed him again. "I'm not going anywhere," I promised.

When I finally emerged from our room, leaving behind a very passed out werewolf, I found Seth sitting in the kitchen. I was shocked to see he was nursing a bottle of tequila.

He scrunched up his nose. "Boooo," he said as he threw a crumpled up ball of paper at me. I could see enough of it to know it was a letter to Liz.

"Writing a love note?" I asked. I sat down across from him and lifted his bottle to my mouth, guzzling down as much as I could stand to.

"Hey," he slurred. "Find your own bottle."

If only he knew where my mouth had been, just hours ago. "What happened earlier?"

"Uuugh," he groaned dramatically. "She's pissed at me."

I was surprised to see that the sun was already up. "You been up all night and haven't talked to her again?" I took his phone off the table and tried her number, but she didn't answer.

"Never said I hadn't tried."

"You know what? Fuck this. Come on." I put some coffee on and grabbed another bottle before dragging him outside with me where I turned on some music from his phone. "Alright, it's drunken heart to heart time."

Five hours, a whole lot of tears and too many shots later, Josh came outside to find us. Seth was drunk but still lucid - I was too drunk to walk and majorly sleep deprived. I'd spent maybe an hour or so just singing along with the music horribly. Josh was about to carry me in when I stopped him.

"Wait, wait, wait," I was trying to say.

Josh laughed. "Babe, you're sloshed. Come and sleep it off."

I tried to argue but it came out as me shaking my head going, "Nnnnnnn". I took my phone from the little table on the deck and tried, quite a few times, to call Liz.

"Come home," I said in the most ridiculously drunken manner once she answered.

"What's wrong?" she asked sleepily.

"We misses you!" I cried.

"Ana, I can't right now," she sighed. She sounded worst than tired, she sounded kind of sick.

"Are you in bed?"

"Yeah, I'm... yeah. I'm in bed."

"Come in the morning. Come on a plane!"

"I can't," she repeated. I could hear another voice in the background and then a muffled reply from her.

"Who's that?"

"It was the tv," she lied.

"Nuh-uh. You answered." Drunk me was killing it in the verbal department.

She started to cry. "I'll come when I can." And then she hung up on me.

I just stared at my phone in confusion. She wouldn't be with a guy, would she? I mean, if it was just one of her band members, she wouldn't have lied about it. If it was anybody BUT another guy, she wouldn't have lied about it... right?

"What the fuck was that?" Seth finally broke the silence, echoing my thoughts.

"She cried," I accidentally said aloud.

"Yeah, like she'd made some kind of horrible mistake the night before," Seth said, his voice just above a whisper.

I held up my hand. "No, she would never cry in front of some random hookup." I was absolutely sure of that.

Seth took a few deep breaths and looked at me. "You should get some sleep, Ana."

As soon as the door swung shut behind Josh, he was gone.