Poison Tree

Little red's mistake

     I stretched, the feeling of pure bliss washing over me as I sat up in the bed. I looked out of the huge window to find it still dark, meaning the sun didn't rise yet. I struggled to free my legs from the heavy blankets, falling to the floor as I tugged once more. I stood, rubbing my side, cursing under my breathe. I tip toed to the door, slowly opening it. When I opened it enough so that I could squeeze through, I stood in the hallway, looking at his door. It was ajar, but pitch black, so I tipped toed to the stairs, walking painfully slow. When my feet finally hit the cold level floor, I sped walked into the kitchen, feeling the wall blindly for a light switch. When I found it, I flicked it up before making way to the fridge. I opened the fridge and frowned. All this man had was fucking vegetables. HOW THE HECK IS HE A PREDATOR? I slammed the fridge shut and turned to the cabinets and pantry. I did a small scream when I saw that he had my favorite s'mores cereal. I grabbed that as screamed again when I saw that he also had crunchy peanut butter. I grabbed that as well before grabbing a bowl, spoons, and the milk. I skipped happily back to my room, grabbing the extra blanket and pillows and plopping then down right in front of the huge window. I poured the cereal and milk, munching in its graham cracker it goodness as I waited for the sun to peek from behind the earth. I groaned, wishing I had some sort of device that could tell me the time. I heard a noise from behind me, but shrugged it off when I saw the first beam of the suns rays.

*Giovoni's POV*

She didn't see me sitting at the kitchen table when she came down. So I didn't say anything. I was kind of surprised that she dared even leave the room. I bit back a laugh as she opened my fridge, a look of horror on her face. I watched amused as she took milk, cereal, and peanut butter up to the room with her. I followed her stealthily to the stairs, where I then noticed what she was wearing.
She's in our shirt.
I'm sure my wolf was grinning as much as me, because I knew she had to walk in my room just to get it. As she was running carefully up the stairs, I had to swallow back the growl that was threatening to pour out. With each stair she ran up, the shirt would rise, barely coming past her ass. I stood at the bottom of the stairs, wrestling with myself. When I heard her go back to her room, I took the stairs three at a time. I watched as she made a makeshift bed on the floor before plopping down and making a bowl of cereal, watching the outside eagerly. Curious, I took a step forward, tensing when she looked as if she was going to catch me "stalking" her. It was then that I realized what she was doing. She was waiting for the sun rise. I wanted to tell her that that's how I felt waiting for her. After all, she is my sunrise. I frowned before stalking back to my room, closing the door softly. I sat on my bed, lost in thought, until something disturbed me. She had on my shirt most likely because of my scent on it, or to calm her. Right now, I wanted her scent around to calm me. How come she can take my shirts but I can't take hers? My eyes went wide at this mind boggling discovery.
...take hers tomorrow.
I laughed before shaking my head, laying back in the bed. I knew it wouldn't work because of our size differences. Though Tsar wasn't small, she was still smaller than me. Much smaller. Tsar had just the right amount of muscle, covered in femininity. She didn't look like those scary hulk girls. And she was tall. Still, not as tall as me. An image of me in one of her shirts had me laughing to myself. It would no doubt look like a crop top on me. I couldn't get the image out of my head, so I took to the stairs once more, heading towards the gym. I had to tell the boys about this one. It seemed my mind wouldn't be at peace if I didn't.

*Tsar's POV*

I put the empty bowl down, picking up the peanut butter jar, grateful that the sun was in no rush to rise. After I had enough of the sun's beauty, I stood up, ready to crawl back in bed. My eyes snapped to the milk jug and I groaned. Why hadn't I just poured it In a cup? I gathered the food, minus the peanut butter, and carried them back down stairs. I rounded the corner to enter the kitchen, flicking the light switch, when I stopped. A strangled noise escaped my throat as I drank in the better than the sunrise scene before me. Giovoni stood in all his sweaty glory, his back towards me with a paper in his hands. His back was ripped and it took my all to not drop everything and run my hands down them. He had on a pair of gym shorts and training shoes, a black towel slung over his shoulder. His raven hair was slightly curling, im assuming due to the sweat, which looked great on him. I scrunched up my face before attempting to put the bowl down quietly. All was swell until the spoon decided to make a break for the floor, clanging loudly. Neither of us moved for about five seconds. I saw him start to turn around and my body tensed, knowing that the front view was better than the back. He smirked his signature smirk, the dimple peeking out. But for this one time since meeting him, it didn't catch my attention. Giovoni looked as if all he did was work out. He had not an ounce of fat on him, all just muscles. His gym shorts hung dangerously low, and yet another strangling noise escaped me.
"Take a picture, it'll last longer." His deep voice snapped me out of my gaze as I looked at him, mouth going dry.
"Give me your phone." I said, crossing my arms over myself. He looked at me in confusion, causing me to roll my eyes.
"In case you haven't noticed, I don't have my phone at the moment." I said sarcastically, grabbing the milk and squeezing past him to the fridge. I slammed the milk down in the fridge, slamming the door as well, when I turned and screamed. He moved his hands, trapping me between him and the fridge. He bent his head down, breathing into my neck, causing my breathing to go rigid. I tensed as he inhaled my scent, my insides going crazy as I tried to push my self back into the fridge.
"What did I tell you about running?" His hot breathe hit my neck, causing me to take deep breaths, my lust awakening. I looked up at him and saw that his eyes were clouded with desire as well. I knew I had to get out.
     And why would you do that?
     I ignored the naughty voice as I grinned sheepishly at him before trying to side step, but my thigh only knocked his leg, and he took the opportunity to get closer to me, his leg now in between my thighs. A gasp escaped my lips as he grabbed my shoulders, basically making me straddle his thigh. I was so distracted that I barely felt his hands running up and down the sides of my thighs. Just as I was gonna open my mouth to speak, he stopped me, his head still in my neck.
     "You do look ravishing in my shirts love. I'd say even better than lingerie. He growled out, kissing my neck gently.
     "Y-your shirt? Pfft, i-i don't know what your talking about." I breathed  out, trying my hardest to fight temptation. He pulled his head from my neck, looking into my soul.
     "Your cute when your flustered." He smirked at me. I put my hands on his chest, trying to push him away, but my heart went into overdrive the minute they made contact with his skin. It was like I was suffocating. He was my poison, my toxic drug that my body was feigning for.
     "Are you done denying this?" He asked, eyes glowing dangerously bright. He ran his hands slowly up my thighs, causing shivers to run through me.
     "W-What are you doing to me?" I asked, squirming under his touch.
     "We're mates. I'm simply touching you. But because we are mates, it feels much better." He said in a low voice, his eyes dropping to my lips. This hadn't been the first time I heard him call me that. Mate. Though I read enough and saw enough wolf movies to get the basic understanding, I still had to ask, my curiosity was eating me alive.
     "What are mates?" I asked, causing his eyes to snap towards mine. He clenched his jaw before grabbing my wrist and heading towards the stairs. It was in that moment that I had known little red riding hood's mistake. She was curious. She was curios when a predator was around, and that cunning wolf saw it as an opportunity. I couldn't help but wonder was this him seizing the opportunity?