Beautiful

You sit at your desk working on an essay for your philosophy class when you hear the front door open and close. You smile to yourself because that sound means he's home. You keep your eyes on your paper but feel your stomach swarm with butterflies. If you listen close enough you can hear the creak in that one step as he tries to sneak up on you. It never works but you let him try. You count to three in your head and when you get to three two strong arms wrap around you. You feel a burst of warm hair hit the back of your neck as he plants a kiss gently at the nape of it. You let out a soft sigh and then hum when he pulls your hair to the side to have better access to your neck.

He doesn't speak right away but you don't mind because sometimes he just needs a few minutes to settle. You continue working on your essay until he lets you know that he's ready to talk about his day. It's your usual routine and you found out early on that routine is important. Sometimes spontaneity is fun and exciting but other times it helps to know what you're going to do. 

After a few minutes his voice softly speaks in your ear, "Hello Y/N." You smile because you love his voice.

"Hello Dylan. How was set today?" He doesn't answer right away but you're patient and in no hurry. When he does answer his voice maintains its soft tone.

"It was both stressful and interesting, yet I had fun. How could I not with those weirdos?" You smile and laugh softly.

"Well that's a good point. Did they all behave? Did you behave?" You can tell he's smiling because he buries his nose in the crook of your neck.

"I was on my best behavior. The others? Well not exactly." You sigh in dramatic mock exasperation.

"Whatever will we do with them?" He chuckles.

"I don't know but I know you'll think of something. What about you? How was your day and what did you do?" You tap your pen on your notebook and chew your lip before answering.

"Well I went grocery shopping, finished my sociology paper and I am now working on my philosophy essay."

He's quiet again as he listens to you before speaking again, "So you've not taken any time for yourself today? Y/N we talked about this." You sigh and set your pen down before covering your face with your hands.

"I know Dylan. I know but graduation is next semester and I just..." You trail off but you know he already knows exactly what's wrong. You've been working your butt off trying to have the perfect grades to graduate. You've been dreaming of graduate school since grade school, and you feel a gentle kiss on the back of your neck that has you relaxing immediately. His kisses just have that effect, and he softly speaks.

"I know but you are the smartest person I know. You will ace your exams and I can see graduate school on the horizon but if you won't treat yourself...I will." You smile in spite of your gloomy demeanor.

"Anything with you is always a treat." He stands up straight and you hear the smile in his voice.

"Then that's what we're going to do. I'm going to grab a shower. You go ahead and put on whatever you want. We're going out." You giggle softly as you turn to look at him but before you can say anything he's bolted to the bathroom and shut the door. You hear the water turn on and you bite your lip as you get up and head to the dresser to pick out what you're going to wear.

About fifteen minutes later you hear the water turn off and hear the metal clink as he grabs his towel. You're sitting on the end of the bed in the outfit you chose. Your knee bounces with nervous energy and you realize you didn't tie your shoe well. You lean down to fix the tie on your black converse before sliding your hands back under your thighs. You chose jean shorts, converse, a black crop top and a wine-red jacket over it. You put a slight curl to your hair and chew your lip as you wait. You hear the knob turn and look over as he opens the door and walks into the bedroom. You feel your cheeks flush and your breath catch because every time you see him it's like the first time. He's beautiful and you smile as you bite your lip. He walks over to the dresser to grab out what he's going to wear. You speak softly, "Have I ever told you how absolutely gorgeous you are?" He chuckles softly and nods.

"A few times but I never get tired of hearing it. Though I still say you hit your head a little too hard when we went ice skating to still maintain that opinion of me. I'm just like everyone else."

Your brow knits together in confusion and you object wholeheartedly.

"Dylan why do you say such self-deprecating things? I wouldn't say it if I didn't mean it and I'm not the one who hit my head that day. You are." You cross your arms and look down only to hear him walking over to you. He squats down in front of you and takes your hands in his planting a kiss on the back of each one.

"I know Y/N. I'm sorry. Today was just...a bit more stressful than I let on." You look up from the floor to meet his gaze but he's not looking at you. Instead, his eyes stay on the floor suddenly finding it more appealing which worries you simply because he always makes comments about getting lost in your eyes. Yet he didn't make one today and you gently lift his chin to look at you. When you do you are met with the reason he wouldn't let you see his face until now. As you look at him you see three jagged scratches going from above his right eye to his chin.

"Dylan? What happened?" He sighs softly before answering.

"Oh um...Tyler got a bit carried away with the werewolf claws." You frown slightly never breaking eye contact.

"Which one?" He raises an eyebrow.

"Which one do you think?" You huff in mock indignation.

"I'm going to kill him." He intertwines his fingers with yours and shakes his head.

"Y/N? Don't worry about it. I'm fine. I'm just sorry you have a boyfriend with such an injury." You feel your heart hurt as you look into his eyes.

"I'm not Dylan. You know why?" He searches your face with curiosity.

"No. Why?" You smile warmly as you begin to explain.

"Because I fell in love with your heart. Not your face. Believe me you are absolutely gorgeous, and your physique does things to me but there's more to you than what's visible on the surface. You have a heart of gold." You see a couple tears slide down his cheeks and you cup his face using your thumbs to wipe the tears away before he says in an awed whisper.

"Y/N that's...that was...you're amazing. Where have you been all my life?" You blush and roll your eyes playfully.

"So cheesy Mr. O'Brien." He gasps in mock offense.

"Perhaps but that was gold comedy. Like my heart."