Puppy Love

Chapter Seven

Chapter Seven

The first thought that goes through my mind when my alarm clock is ‘fuck you’.  The second one is about Liam, naturally.

Liam is, thankfully, still sleeping soundly on the air mattress.  I guess I never quite made it back to my own bedroom.  Soft whimpers and yips escape Liam’s plump lips as he dreams.  One of his ears actually twitches at the same time that his tail and left leg does.  I have to fight back an urge to coo at the adorable sight that is Liam and cuddle him until the sun goes back down. 

Minutes, or maybe even hours later, Liam’s tail begins to wag even more, his whimpers now interspersed with barks and playful growls.  Whatever he is dreaming about must be fun. 

I am literally seconds away from getting up to hop into the shower when Liam jolts awake with a loud growl and lunges towards me.  In a couple seconds, I find myself pinned down to the mattress with the cute puppy hybrid growling at me, his eyes filled with sleep and determination.  He keeps making that growling sound for a minute or two until he realises what is happening.

And when he does, he blushes a bright (cute) shade of red that I think my heart’s going to burst.

He rubs at his eyes, ears drooping sadly. “Liam sorry,” he says, shoulders slack and his tail going still.

“No problem, buddy,” I reassure him, patting his head.  His ears perk up in a heartbeat as does his tail, which is wagging wildly again.

“Zayn no mad?” he asks, tears starting to form in his milk chocolate-brown eyes.

“Never, I promised you that, didn’t I?” I say solemnly, sitting up slowly as not to startle him.

He smiles timidly, ears flicking sideways. Returning his smile, I bring my hands to his upper back to hold him up.  Before he asks me what I’m doing—I know that he will in another three seconds because he has got this bright glint in his eyes that he gets before he asks questions—I bring our heads closer together and touch noses with him.  If he’s got enough dog instincts in him, then he should know that I really care for him, yeah?

Liam giggles and tilts his head up so he can lick my nose.  Which I hope translates into, ‘thank you for caring.’

“Kiss?” he drags the word out.  Okay, that works too.

“Always, as long as you’ll want me to.”

Liam surprised me when he moves his head to kiss me.  His lips are as soft, if not softer, than I remember and they nudge at mine tentatively.  The way he kisses me is slow and unsure, which makes me feel even more protective about him.  I want him to know that he is a permanent fixture in my life.  That I will never throw him away or treat him like his last owner had.

I want him to feel loved.

So I put every ounce of love that I have ever felt for anyone and the passion that I have shared and the care and sense of protectiveness into our kiss.  I’m not exactly being pushy with our kiss, but I am certainly being more, eh, forward with it.  Before, I had never let myself get too carried away with it, with Liam being younger and all.  But now I can’t contain it, it’s taking over me.

Liam makes a little yipping sound when I tip us over and pin him to the mattress.  The feelings that have been growing steadily but suppressed before they had the chance to develop properly are now crashing down upon me furiously.  I move a hand up to tangle it into Liam’s honey-brown curls while the other hand traipses down the smoothness of his shoulder and arm.  By the confused moans and whimpers, I can tell that Liam really never has been treated this way before.

So I kiss him anew, tonguing lightly at the seam of his lips.  I also knead at the back of his neck lightly to help speed things along, in a way.  Slowly, Liam opens his mouth and pants into my mouth lightly.  Not wanting to miss the chance, I gently push in with my tongue. He yips and tries to close his mouth again but I don’t let him.  I drag the tip of my tongue behind his teeth and then on the roof of his mouth.  Finally, he moans and pretty much melts into my touches.

Sadly, I have a Middle Ages Literature lecture in an hour.  So I reluctantly lift my body up. 

Before I go off to get ready, though, I kiss him on the tip of his nose, giving it a swift lick. “You and I, we’re gonna make it to the end, yeah? Not even the gods above can separate the two of us.  Remember that.”