Disclaimer: I do not own the Twilight books. I'm only borrowing the characters and will return them mostly unharmed… except for Quil. He might need some therapy by the time I'm finished with him!

"What are we?"

The figure rested lightly on her back with her eyes closed lightly in between the trees of the dense forest. She inhaled deeply, her hands idly stroking the grass underneath her. She smiled at the sunshine dancing against her lids. Suddenly, she caught the sound of four paws hitting the ground solidly and quickly approaching her. Even when the creature stopped and stood next to her silently, she still did not stir.

Claire suddenly had to stifle maniacal giggles as she heard Quil grunt as he phased back into his human form. Though her eyes remained closed, she could clearly hear the large man search the brush for something.

"God damn it, Claire! You had better keep your eyes closed!" he grumbled. "Where did you put my shorts?" Claire stretched lazily like a cat and hummed in her throat.

"What shorts?" she asked innocently.

"The shorts that I asked you to watch while I checked the area for leeches." She could hear him trying to keep from laughing at her antics.

She hummed again before answering, "Oh, I don't know. Did you check near the picnic basket?"

"Yes!" he whined. "I'm naked in a foreeesstt!" At his pitiful wails, Claire finally cracked.

"Oh, you're such a drama queen!" she laughed. "It's in the picnic basket!"

"Thank you," he said primly. She heard the ruffle of clothing as Quil slid on his shorts. "Okay, you can look now."

"Hmph, it's no fun now," she huffed. She rolled her body and faced away from Quil, her eyes still shut.

"Why, Claire!" he exclaimed in a terrible southern drawl. "Were you trying to get to my virtue by stealin' my pants? Dearie me!"

"Meh," she grunted noncommittally. "I'm sure there's nothing too impressive for me to see anyways." She held her breath and tried to keep her laughter at bay. She almost opened her eyes as she felt Quil lay down next to her, their bodies facing each other.

"Why, Claire," he said huskily in her ear. "I think we both know that's not true." Claire shivered at the tension suddenly crackling between them. She opened her eyes to find Quil looking at her intently, the sun gleaming down on his tan body. He hadn't bothered putting his shirt back on. She had to stifle a groan and twist her hands together to keep from touching.

Quil smirked as her eyes finally met his, leaning forward to press his lips to hers. He traced her lips with his tongue before dipping between them and deepening the kiss. Claire sighed as she finally abandoned her efforts not to touch him. She slipped her hand into the hair at the nape of his neck and placed the other on his back. Quil pulled back a moment before shifting his weight onto his forearms and holding his torso slightly above hers, keeping their lower bodies separate before kissing her again. Claire felt the familiar pang as she realized that he still wouldn't cross the invisible line that he had set up between them. He would never give her more than a handful of kisses at a time, never hold her too close… What were they doing exactly?

Quil was pulled out of his blissful daze by Claire freezing beneath him. He opened his eyes to find her looking up at him, her mouth tight. Oh, god! He had scared her. He had been too forward, acting like a hormonal teenager and pinning her to the floor. With a pang of self-disgust, he moved to get away from her. He was stopped by a hand on his arm.

"Wait, Quil. Where are you going?"

"I'm sorry, Claire. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to jump you like that-"

"What are you talking about? You didn't jump me-"

"Yes, I did. It's alright. You aren't ready and-" He again tried to move away before she forcefully tugged him back down.

"I'm not ready? I'm completely ready. I just don't know what we are doing." Claire wanted to laugh at the furrow that appeared on Quil's forehead.

"Uhm… I know that you aren't very experienced, but-"

"God, no, Quil!" She smacked him on the shoulder. "I know what we are doing," she said with a faint blush appearing on her cheeks. "I just don't know what.. we are.. exactly. What are we?"

"Oh," he almost laughed from relief. "I don't really know how to answer that. We're just us. What do you call a werewolf and his Claire-bear?" Claire snickered.

"We're a were-bear? That sounds pretty lame." She laughed at the insulted expression on Quil's face.

"I'll have you know, hundreds of ladies would love to be the 'bear' to my 'were'!"

"Uh-huh. Where exactly are all these ladies?" Quil puffed his chest out and looked around casually.

"They're around," he sniffed. "They kind of gave up once they saw that I was taken." He snuck his hand into hers, intertwining their fingers and smiling softly.

"You mean once they saw the four legs and furry tail," she giggled. Quil flicked her lightly and laughed.

"There is no one else, Claire-bear. There won't ever be anyone else. Just you."

"Oh." Claire blushed prettily and looked down at Quil's hand as it stroked her fingers. She inhaled deeply as Quil pulled her to him slowly, settling her sideways across his lap. He nuzzled her neck and slowly kissed his way up her jaw, finally pushing his lips against hers.

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