Carrier (TPA2)

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    I just finished reading to kill a mocking bird by Harper lee, and it's actually a lot better than what people had made it out to be. (-:

I wake up to the sound of grease crackling. Instantly I roll to my side and inhale the smell of frying bacon.

My body aches, as if it were the first time I've went all the way. I close my eyes and take in a relaxed breath. Ryan had finally accepted me once again. It only took two weeks, but to me it took like years.

My heart swells. A feeling of relief washes through me, and my wolf purrs in content. I'm glad she's satisfied enough to shut up. I pull my lip between my teeth and run my fingers over the new mark on my neck. It's tender.

I gently run my finger over my bee-sting lips. Ryan had made sure to let me know that he was ready to mark me. I slowly climb out of bed and stretch.

"You look....rough." Ryan says with a little chuckle as I step into the kitchen. I frown and try to smooth down my hair. "But," he plates the last piece of bacon, "absolutely beautiful." He grins, fixing my tangled hair and kissing my forehead.

I scrunch my nose at him. "Thank you," I mumble, he leans down and attempts to kiss me. I put a hand between us and smile. "I haven't brushed my teeth yet, sicko." He frowns playfully and pulls away from me.

"Okay, but I'm getting that kiss after you have bacon breath. It'll be my two favorite things in one." He grins, kissing my forehead again. I roll my eyes at him and take in a deep breath.

"Wow." I gape, looking at the food. "You didn't burn it." I laugh when he playfully scowls at me. Ryan has never burnt any kind of food when I'm around.

"How are your legs?" Ryan asks, carefully inspecting them as I brush past. I tug my shirt over my shorts to try and cover my skin. I'm not shy, it's just I don't want that attention right now.

"They're..fine, a little sore, why?" I ask, making myself a plate. Ryan let's out a soft breath and when I turn back to him he frowns a little.

"Did I hurt you last night?" He asks, pushing his hand through his hair. I bite into a piece of bacon and shrug my shoulders.

"I mean you were pretty rough. It wasn't anything I couldn't handle." I smile, brushing it off. It seems as though his wolf had taken over last night. Completely. He smiles.

"Anyways," I shrug my shoulders and chew another piece of bacon. "I like it a little rough." Ryan rolls his eyes at my sexual comment and takes a piece of bacon.

"Eat your bacon and hush." He scolds. I breath out, as if I'm a fourteen year old girl. I guess I sort of am.

"Why?" I frown. I look at his bare chest, I cannot understand for the life of me why he has yet to change into a pair of pants instead of just his boxers. He doesn't have the mark on his neck like I do. Instead it's littered in love marks.

"Because, we've got places to be." Short, simple answer. I frown, remembering that I had to go meet the girl that wandered onto the territory. I momentarily wonder if that's the reason why he marked me, just to make me realize that I'm the one he wants to be with.

"You're old and boring." I frown. Ryan rolls his eyes at my childish argument back to him. I simply stick my tongue out at him.

"I'm only twenty five." He shoots back. "I guess you have a taste for old men, huh?" He wiggles his eyebrows. I quiet myself and put my plate in the sink when I'm finished.

"I'm going to take a shower." I mumble. Ryan grins and nods his head. I always feel the need to tell him where I'm going to be, incase he has a panic attack or something I guess. He always seems to monitor my every move. It's become a habit to just let him know what I'm doing.