Among the Peonies

Sorry, I'm a cat person

When I awoke, Bumble Bee was right there. His arms completely encircled me and held me with an unreasonable amount of strength for him being asleep. His breath was slow, even, and hot on my neck as his face was nuzzled into my neck. He was lying on top of me, but had some of his weight on the bed instead of me.

Memories from last night flittered through my mind, and, sure, I was angry and frustrated with his lack of communication. But, I also felt this odd sense of love for him. I mean, he did protect me from that girl's angry words, though his efforts were extreme.

I closed my eyes and moved my arms from under his chest, with much difficulty. Feeling me moving, he held me tighter in his sleep, nuzzling even closer. I looked down at him to see his eyebrows furrowed, and the quietest of whimpers could be heard from him. I rested one hand on his back lightly, soothingly rubbing, while the other gently played with his hair. He instantly relaxed and sighed.

We lie there for I don't know how long, me just thinking about everything. Eventually I slowed my movements to a stop, lost in thought.

"Ugh, no. Don't stop," his deep, husky voice groaned.

I froze. I was completely ashamed of the electric bolt that shot through me to my nether regions at the sound of his voice.

"Babydoll," his voice was softer, gentler this time, "are you okay?"

I gulped and nodded, resuming my soothing movements gently. He sighed, content, and relaxed completely.

Maybe five minutes passed before a knock was heard on the door. Bumble Bee instantly went rigid and lifted himself above me in a protective position. He looked down at me with black eyes, while mine were soft and curious.

"What?" he called out, his eyes not leaving mine. His voice was angry and warning.

"Sorry, to disturb you, Alpha, but we need to talk." The beta.

"About what?"

"Rogues."

Bumble Bee groaned and relaxed, sort of, before rolling off of me. He flopped on the bed and closed his eyes before he sat up and opened the door. They began chatting and I went to get ready for the day.

I washed my face, brushed my teeth, and brushed my hair, throwing it into a messy bun. I went to the closet and picked loose, short, jean shorts, a white t-shirt, and one of Bumble Bee's black hoodies. It was large, to say the least, but it fit well, in a sort of loose-almost-drowning way.

Reentering the room, I saw that the beta had now entered the room, and they were talking seriously in low voices. When I entered, though, all talking stopped. The beta looked at me, as well as Bumble Bee. Bumble Bee's eyes, though, were blazing. He quickly walked to where I was and grabbed my hand gently, pulling me into the bathroom and locking the door.

"You're not wearing that."

"What? Yes I am. I changed into it already."

"Those shorts are too short. My hoodie is okay though," he smirked. I rolled my eyes. He chuckled. "Seriously though, go change."

"Seriously though, no," I mocked him.

He glared at me.

"It's summer! I can't wear jeans! I'll dieee," I dramatically said.

He had me pinned against the wall before I could blink. "Don't speak of your death so lightly." His voice was so serious and grave, it scared me a bit. "And if you'll get too hot, why are you wearing my black hoodie?" His tone changed, and now he was lightly teasing, which I was thankful for.