One Shots

HalfElf/Werewolf

Enjoying a breezy fall day was a rarity for the young woman practically on the edge of her seat in the small coffee shop hunched over a book, eyes scanning it as if her life depended on it. As fate would have it. lives were hanging in the balance: the lives of her future children. Had she stopped three chapters ago like she told herself, then the surprisingly tall man that walked in twenty minutes later would not have caught her scent or had stopped her from falling off of her seat when she had finally hit the climax in her book. Had she finished the last of her coffee, they would have not had time to sit and chat. Jerking back to the present, the woman introduced herself as Sarah, politely shaking the hand of the lanky fellow who happened to smell better than the carmel drink she was now sipping. 

"Brenden, my name is Brenden Silverback," he replied in an eager tone, excited he had finally met a human mate who had not gone in the other direction screaming from him. Her mind was to distracted by the world of fantasy she was immersed in to realize the tingles running through her arms down to her feet. As she rose to gather her things, a small messenger bag, practical enough to fit her book, keys and phone in, he rose also not quite ready to let her intoxicating presence leave him. He gazed soulfully in her mesmerizing blue eyes that were focused on placing her book in her bag in the most comfortable position possible. Needing to get her attention, he knelt down in front of her, hugging her legs whilst pressing his face into her stomach.

"Stay with me," he pleaded in a low tone, a tone that snaked up through the soft material of her shirt all the way into her heart, which was stuttering at the s.d.e. sudden display of emotion. Her cheeks on fire, she pulled her fingers through his hair, tugging his gaze toward hers. 

"Let's start slow, and please for the love of God, would you stand up, you are causing a scene," she admonished. A small families children were staring at the two, turning heads of not only the parents, but also the employees and other customers. They were connecting the idea that the two were already a couple, Sarah could sense the emotions already. The only emotions she could not sense were Brenden's, he only reflected the warm relaxed feelings she was having. As a half elf she figured it was her human failings not allowing her to sense the emotions of the strange man.

A grin reached from a slight twinge on one side of his narrow face to the other, showing dimples and slightly pointed canine teeth. Rising, Brenden kept the close proximity to Sarah wanting to know if her heart would speed up to match his. He found that the only thing that did increase was the love he had for her eyes, that seemed to absorb all the underlying messages in the world. He would take it slow as she asked, he had to of course tell his Alpha of the news and officially ask for permission to tell her about the werewolf blood he had in him, and then they would have to discuss whether she would be allowed in the pack house or if they would have to buy their own secluded cabin out in the woods. But he was getting  ahead of himself, instead of sweeping her of her feet and yelling "mine" like the dominating part of his wolf said, they traded cell numbers and met time after time, slowly but surely falling for each other a little more, learning habits, trading talents, and eventually secrets.