The Scarred Luna (On Hold)

Chapter 12

I wake up with something warm wrapped around me. I turn to see Gabriel's sleeping face by mine. For a moment, I just stare at him. His usual troubled face was smoothed out and his blazing crimson eyes were shielded by his eyelids. I couldn't deny his beauty.

Slowly, I ease out of his arms and off the bed. The bed sinks at my sudden weight before returning to its original form. I look down to see that I wasn't in my clothes but a too big t-shirt which I assumed was Gabriel's. I blush. Who had dressed me? I turn to the large room and look around for my clothes. I see them laying limply on a rocking chair's arm. I start towards it until Gabriel's hand wraps around my wrist.

"Where are you going?" His asks me, his voice thick with sleep.

"Um, I, uh-" I cut off so I won't embarrass myself further. I turn towards Gabriel and I see amusement settled in his sleepy red eyes. "I-"

A squeal escapes me when he tugs at my wrist, causing me to fall back onto the bed. I land with a soft 'umph'. Gabriel turns me to face him and he props himself up on his elbow, facing me. He smiles, a genuine smile, and flits his eyes to my lips. I blush, thinking of the moment we both shared.

Quite abruptly, he asks, "Are you ticklish?" I start as his question. I was ridiculously ticklish and was basically ticklish everywhere. Gabriel picks up on my silence and a wicked grin creeps onto his face. "You are." He accuses.

"No, I'm not!" I shake my head vigorously. "I'm-" I'm interrupted when Gabriel puts a hand on my stomach. Then, he starts ticking me and I break out in a fit of laughter. "Stop!" I gasp, trying to catch my breath. He was now sitting up, both of his hands working to coax laughter out of me. "Oh my gosh, Gabriel, stop!" I plead in a breathless manner.

"Admit it, you're ticklish." He commands and I quickly admit to it. Though he doesn't stop.

"I said I'm ticklish!" I laugh, tears were forming in my eyes.

"Fine, then," he says and stops. I breathe out a relieved breath too soon. For he starts tickling me once again, forcing me to laugh. "Admit that I'm a hot beast that you're totally smitten with." He demands and I keep laughing. "Say it." He compels.

"No way!" I laugh.

"Say it or I'll do something worse than tickling you," he threatens.

Curiosity seeps past my laughter. "Oh really? What?" I ask.

"Say it." He says.

"Never," I smile.

"You asked for it."

Then his lips are on mine. They were working in the most wonderful way and I lose myself in his kiss and run my hands through his messy hair. His elbows were on either side of me as he pushed the kiss into something more romantic and slow. My eyes were closed. I was too embarrassed to look him in the eyes. I was enjoying this way to much.

His hands were under my shirt now, barely. His fingertips graze my back, sending little waves of shocks up my spine. I moan at his touch. All too soon, he pulls away. He's suddenly two feet away from me: at the edge of the bed. His crimson eyes were ablaze. Lust filled them making me want him more.

"Pack's home." He says and I nod my head in understanding. They probably knew everything that had just been going on between the two of us. "Do you want to meet them? Your future pack?" He asks.

The reality of things hit me. If I was his mate, that meant I was their future Luna. The strong female figure of the pack. I shake my head and I see Gabriel's face drain of hope. "I'm such a disappointing Luna." I mumble and finger the soft comforter. "I'm too weak. They won't want me." I explain, trying to keep my voice even.

I'm in Gabriel's arms within milliseconds. "They'll love you or their dead." He assured and also meant that as a warning, knowing everyone was probably tuning into our conversation.

"Okay," I say, surprising myself.

"Okay." Gabriel smiles and hops out of the bed. He was looking at me expectantly and I was staring at him in the same way. "What?" He asks me, his smile fading.

"Oh, nothing," I drag. I climb out of the bed. "It's just that...you know what? Nevermind. I'll just go like this," I shrug and casually start for the door.

Gabriel's eyes widen before he scoops me up in his arms and throws me on a cushioned chest that I didn't see was at the end of the bed.

"PUT SOME DAMN CLOTHES ON!" He yells, looking confused on why I was in his shirt. Finally, a knowing look dawns upon him and he yells, "JULY! JOSH!"

Then I hear a muffled voice on the other side of the door muttering:

"Well, shit."

A/N: I AM SO SORRY FOR THE LATE UPDATE! I sort of had a writer's block and my mind was anything but a blank canvas. I also had a seating audition for my orchestra. GOD HAVE MERCY ON THE POOR SOULS WHO HAVE TO JUDGE MY VIOLA PLAYING! (Which actually sounds like Satan having angry butt sex) <-------- What the fuck? So yeah, so sorry, though. Hopefully won't happen again! I tried to make this one longer in a peace treaty. Okay? Okay, bye.

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