Closing Dusk ¤ Leah Clearwater | ✔

7. Accepted

Disclaimer I own no characters belonging to twilight, they are owned by Stephanie Meyer and are borrowed by me. I only own the few unfamiliar characters.

Leah

I came out of the shower, wrapping a towel around my wet body. I walked silently across the hall to my bedroom. The cabin was almost quiet. Embry is at La Push doing errands for his mom, Tiffany. Jake is at the Cullen's mansion. Seth downstairs on his newest obsession, The Nanny. I entered the room, deep in thought. Sticking to my nightly routine I headed straight towards my closet.

"Don't get dress on my account." The masculine voice belonging to my imprint says. I jumped, shrieking. Before I could register my voice, Seth storms in. No questions asked. I squeal and make sure the towel is securely wrap.

"Out!" I scream.

His eyebrows shoot up. "Sorry Lee, but I heard you -"

"I saw a squirrel. Now. Get. Out!" I seethe.

"But L -"

"Now, Seth!" Holding his hand up in surrender, he retreated from the room, shutting the door.

"Leah a pedophile, wow life does have shocking surprises." Nikolai jumps from my window, landing without a sound. He starts grinning.

"Nikolai! What the hell was that?! You scared that hell hounds out of me!" I scold softly.

His grin widens. "I noticed."

I roll my eyes. "What are you doing here?"

"I said I'll see you soon, didn't I."

"Yeah, but this soon."

"I came here to say.... I thought about what was said between us earlier." He shrugs like it's perfectly normal to be in my room.

"What about it?" I ask crossing my hands. Crossing my arms, I realized was a bad idea. Nikolai's eyes began to familiarize themselves with my now more visible bosom. I clear my throat.

"Sorry, sorry! It's just, when you said I am your imprint and then explained what it is, I expected you to be I dunno joking. I mean you are a vampire, aren't we suppose to be mortal enemies?" He sighs sadly, "I came here prepared to hate you, but its the complete opposite. You look so ... good."

Surprise by his compliment, I mouth drops to the floor. "Um." I have no idea of what to say. I'll admit. Imprint or not he is a vampire, I guess he is right.

"I see your confused." He says watching my expression; he takes a few steps towards me.

"You are right; we are mortal enemies." I said slowly.

He's inches away from me now. "Maybe we can get to know each other, Miss Clearwater."

I stare helplessly in his dreamy, mind boggling scarlet eyes as he leans closer. Using his hand he tilts my head to have a better view of my eyes. His frosty thumb strokes my cheek, affectionately. His lips met mine, roughly. My mouth open, allowing his tongue free entrance. My anger for not being able to phase earlier and my general hatred for vampires is enough fuel to respond to my hunk of imprint. Hatred felt like a powerful driving force slowly converting into a sweet and heady addictive. A forbidden fruit I can't live without. I melt at the continuous touch of his tongue. My kisses with Sam now seemed like forced pleasure. This feels natural, unique and sexy. My hands weave themselves around his neck, pulling him closer. It felt healthy to have my body pressed against his hard granite chest and his hand molding me into him. Our kiss is raw not sloppy and very experienced in Nikolai's side. Our kiss lasts longer than expected. None of us was backing out for our lips seemed perfectly infuse together as they move in synchronization. Both of us together reminds me of fire and ice; different but perfect. Then suddenly - at the wrong time - my towel releases. With a loud gasp I tried to catch it. There was no need, Nikolai caught it easily.