He sure is big! Valentine x Clawd

Underlying Feelings

Bright red light shined off Valentine's wings as he maneuvered through the lasers of the makeup store, Clawd anxiously watching him through the barred window, hoping he wouldn't get wounded.

"C'mon, dude!" Clawd whined as Valentine got closer and closer to the glass case that held the expensive pallet. The vampire's furred body rammed into the display case, repeatedly until it broke, covering the palettes in glass. With his sharp claws, he swiftly grabbed the cosmetic.

"Yes!!" Clawd cheered, letting out a small howl. The acclamation made Valentine's already egotistical mindset boost, however, the celebration was cut short as Valentine accidentally flew into a laser, slightly burning himself, and setting off the alarm.

"Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit!" He cursed under his breath, flying as fast as he could to get out of the store. To no avail though, flashlights could be seen illuminating the empty maul.

"Hey, bud! You alright?" Clawd desperately yells, idiotically deciding to sneak in merely to help his wounded friend.

"I'm fine, but we're both gonna end up in jail if we don't hide. Fast!" Valentine said, trying to find a spot for them to go.

"There!" Clawd yelled, pointing to a nearby broom closet.

"You're kidding, right?" Valentine frowned, not fond of the idea of being squashed somewhere so tight and dirty. His answer was Clawd dragging him into the closet and shutting the door. Valentine mumbled some words in Romanian, which the apologetic wolf assumed were curses.

"Sorry, but we had to hide somewhere," he said, trying to move out of Valentine's way so they could both have space. Not that it mattered, with his muscular figure, and immense biceps, the two were squished in close proximity. (Even though he wouldn't ever admit it to himself, Kieran liked it. A lot).

"This is stup-" Valentine started but was cut short by Clawds hand over his mouth, with his other gesturing to the light outside the door. Now, either it was the humidity absolutely burning the two figures to crips or the vampire's body's underlying feelings for Clawd. His once soft pink skin tone turned a bright shade of red. After what felt like hours, Clawd and Valentine left the closet after watching the lights fade away.

"That was close," Clawd said, taking a deep breath. "Yeah, too close. As in we're not doing that again too close." Valentine grumbled, cleaning himself up, reluctantly pushing the surprisingly comfortable wolf away.

"It was your idea to get the palette!" Clawd exclaimed. "And it was your idea to go into the broom closet, which neither of us liked, so I guess we're even." Valentine shot back.

Clawd lowered his head and gestured his hand out towards Valentine. The other looked at it up and down until realizing Clawd was gesturing for the item they went through so much trouble for. Now that he thought about it, it was quite disheartening really, he went through so much knowing Clawd belonged to someone else.

"Here. You're welcome, douche." He mumbled, buttoning his once perfectly tucked shirt, making his way out of the store casually. Clawd glanced at Valentine as he walked away, and out of the Maul. Looking down at the palette, he was shocked at what he had done. "Breaking into the Maul and almost getting caught? Would Draculaura really find that romantic?" He wondered with a frown, leaving the scene himself. Clawd saw the vampire flying away and decided to sit on a bench to ponder, a great amount too. What was he thinking, going into the closet like that? There were other stores, the bathrooms, even the staff-only area behind the Coffin Bean counters, and yet he chose a small closet that could barely fit the two of them. Was it on purpose? No! That's ridiculous. It was an impulsive thought made out of fear. It wasn't like he wanted to be near Valentine.....right? The expensive scent of that rose cologne...and his perfect teeth-! No, no way!

While Clawd wondered where his attraction was sitting, other romantic problems arose as Draculara paced back and forth in her room trying to figure out where her own feelings were about Toralei. As her heels hit the ground over and over she heard a small knock on her door. She opened it, expecting to find her friends, but what she found was not what she had thought. As the tall figure towered over her a few words escaped from their mouth. "We need to talk."

-Apology readers! The two authors took a small break for the school year, but were back, better then ever!