Book Smart

Twenty Four

It takes a lot of gentle coaxing to get my Sweet Boy comfortable again. A lot of reassurance that Liam has indeed left the premises and won't be coming back until tomorrow when he brings the rest of his belongings from home. Finding just the right amount of space to give him in order to help him feel more settled again. My Sweet Boy had tried to hide his frown when he realized I wasn't intending to hold him at the moment but I don't want to overwhelm his system...Liam's investigation had truly set him on edge and it's hard to keep my hands where they should be instead of where they want to be knowing that at the moment he's all mine. That we're finally all alone. I keep having to remind myself that he's had a lot of emotional whiplash today and maybe could use a break.

Here he is in front of me now, all shy smiles and gentle blushes as we share the innocent-seeming snack he had picked out, his questions popping like gentle bubbles in the air as he does some investigating of his own. His body language has me absolutely drooling with the way he leans back trying to avoid my direct gaze... Crossing and uncrossing his legs with his foot subtly brushing mine over and over again trying to inconspicuously sooth his desire for physical contact... His hands fidgeting in his lap in between grapes.

"And you live alone? The pack is all in or around town and you're... We're all the way out here?" Adrian lets the question trail off, his eyes darting from my chin to my hands where they rest on the table as I lean forward in an effort to be closer while allowing him this brief respite to calm down. Not having him all bundled up in my arms is difficult, but with how close Liam's attention had him to crying again I figure he may need just the smallest bit of space until he's leveled out again... Which he is, very nicely in fact, his cheeks nice and rosey again as we both pretend I don't notice him sneaking deep even inhales of my scent when he thinks I'm not paying attention.

"Ten miles outside of town if you count the length of the driveway...and until today, yes. I lived alone." I want to reach up and brush the curls away from his cheek... Feel the softness of his skin under my fingertips as he thoughtfully chews over the information. Just because he likes the house so far doesn't mean that the location of the said house is going to thrill him. He had grown up under Collin's watchful thumb... His entire pack acting as his immediate family. He's used to a pack living as... Well, a pack. And while he seems to find storybook charm in the house that will one day host the most beautiful library I can manage to build for my sweet boy, I worry that the lack of company around the house may cause him unneeded stress. What if Adrian preferred being stacked up in a single home everyone on top of the other? I would do anything for my Love, but living with more than just him....shit just even having to see Liam every day... It may not end well where my wolf is involved.

It's not that I hate everyone... And that isn't how I want Adrian to see it... It's just that timberwolves are meant to be alone. We aren't meant to be in packs, the only company we want or need is that of our mates and normally our children, even if my father never got that last memo.

"Weren't you lonely?"
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Adrian
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Choosing to skip over the part where Silas so kindly acknowledges that we are now, in fact, living together, my brain zeros in on the rest of his words. It's hard to imagine an Alpha not actually wanting to keep an eye on his pack... To not want to be involved in the day to day running... But from what I've gathered so far, Silas prefers to keep himself distant, letting the very hyper seeming Liam handle most of the smaller things. He does his paperwork and handles his duties... But he does them all from here at home when he can.

It catches me off guard when Silas suddenly surges forward, his rough hand finding my face and cupping my cheek as he crouches over the table. He guides my face up until his lips can press against mine so softly I'm not even sure there is actually contact, his voice just barely a whisper as he answers me, " At first...But soon this place just felt like home..." Another feather-light kiss is pressed against my mouth and has my eyes drifting shut as I lean into the warmth of his palm, relishing his scent as it wafts around us, "Do you feel at home, Baby?"

Kiss...

"...Or do you need to explore? Hmm?" Another kiss is pressed to my lips, more firmly this time until its a harsh bite that has me trying to backpedal in my chair before he pulls away with an apology written all over his face. One I don't have time to read before burying my face in my hands as a pathetic attempt to hide my bright red face from his gaze.

The chair Silas had been perched in is scraped back as he stands, the package of the grapes rustling as he snaps it up off the table and slides it closed. I peek through my fingers just in time to watch him saunter his way to the fridge and tuck the treat back inside before making his way back to stand with his hard stomach pressing against my shoulder as his arms surround me only for his fingers to rake themselves through my hair with no regard to how tangled it currently is from being mashed into his helmet.

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Silas
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Its all too easy to get lost in Adrian's curls, and he certainly doesn't seem to mind. With each pass of my fingers, he leans more and more into me, nuzzling his face into my chest, soft happy grunts spilling from the back of his throat every time I give a light tug to his soft tresses.

"Baby? " I croon down to my angel, his eyes closed as his scents me... So beautiful as his adorable nose twitches into me...

"Hmm?" Adrian grunts, still completely engrossed in the feel of me playing with his hair. Bringing my fingertips to his scalp I let them dig in in all the delicious ways they know how, my baby biting back a moan carefully crafted by my thorough ministrations. It feels so wonderful to cause him pleasure, even if it is just a scalp massage.

The sight and feel of him so content over such a simple act has a smile dancing on my lips, "Do you want to explore?"

Adrian turns in his chair and presses his face into my chest with a groan, "If I say yes you'll stop..."

I apply more pressure with a chuckle, watching the shudders roll their way down his back as his hands latch into my shirt in an effort to be closer as he presses his forehead into me, a clear confirmation of the clinginess I suspected and crave from him.

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Adrian
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If I were a feline shifter I would be purring right now with how good Silas feels as he attacks my scalp with deft fingers, separating my curls as he massages the stress of the day away in such a nice way. It almost makes up for him sitting across from me instead of holding me. Almost.

"What do you want to do, Sweet Boy?"

Honestly?

"I'd love to take a nap but its a little late in the afternoon to lay down..."

Silas presses closer to me when he manages to decipher my flesh mumbled response, an almost growl dying deep within his toned chest, "We can lay down..."

Silas's tone of voice has my thighs clenching together reflexively, hyperaware of that fact that his laying down and my laying down are two very different versions of the phrase.

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Silas
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My sweet angel pulls away from me, his hands still latched tight as his hesitant eyes open up and climb my body until they focus timidly on my own, "...Just cuddles...Okay?" His gorgeous face floods with color, his eyes dropping down as he curls his shoulders in on himself, "I...You have to keep your hands out of my pants... Is that okay? Just for right now..."

Just the mention of having my hand in his pants has the memory of his supple thigh flooding back to my mind, making it my turn to shudder. I have to swallow the massive amount of saliva that pools in my mouth at the still-fresh memory before I can open my mouth to agree with him even if I'm not happy about my limitations.

I have all afternoon to get him into the right mindset... To coax him into the perfect state of mind to give me that perfect neck of his... To christen his homecoming by making love well into the evening and laying tangled in each other's arms dead to the world until his things are delivered tomorrow.

Just cuddling, for now, is fine. Building up the anticipation a little bit longer won't hurt either one of us.