Rage
I wake to have my soft tempting mate in my arms. Her long brown hair is sleep tousled, she looks so small and fragile. I can't help but to press a kiss to the top of her head, the scent of my mate, vanilla and brown sugar tempt me to wake her up, bend her in front of me and claim her as mine. But I promised her I'd go slow.
'Three days was slow enough for her to get to know me,' I reasoned 'four at the most' I can't help but to grin. 'I need to convince her I'm the male for her,'
Emily
I awoke to the smell of smoke and something burning, in a panic I rush out the door and follow the smoke tweeds the kitchen. In my sleep muddled daze I find Rage in the kitchen scowling at a charred pan.
"Rage what's going on? Is everything alright, did you burn something ?"
Still scowling he looks at me, "I was trying to cook for you." A slight blush tinted his cheeks, "I wanted to show you that I could be a good mate and feed you."
A lump forms in my throat, and I can't help but to smile. I look around the kitchen there is flour all over the counter, and taking a good look at Rage I see a light dusting of flour on him as well. The flour on his cheek is what does me in, I laugh. My laugh causes Rage to glare at me angrily, but I could see the embarrassment on his face.
"Rage, this is the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me." I wrap my arms around him in a tight hug, he lifts me into his arms holding me tight. I kiss him softly teasingly, and he responds by hungrily kissing me back. My legs wrap around his hips, and his hands caress my bottom, press me closer to him until I feel his hardness against me and it has me moaning. He grudgingly stops the kiss, his golden eyes gaze into mine, possessive and fierce, the look sends a shiver to my already over sensitive body.
He gently placed me on the ground but my legs are wobbly and unsteady, he holds me securely to his chest and presses a soft kiss on the top of my head. Content we stay like this, enjoying the closeness.
"So what were you making me for breakfast?"
"Pancakes and eggs, humans like pancakes and eggs for breakfast. I wanted to wake you with breakfast in bed, I've heard human females enjoy that." The embarrassed look he had had my already melting heart skipping a beat.
"I take it you don't cook much ?" I teased, and pressed a kiss to his bare chest. "I adore the sentiment Rage. It is the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me, truly. But I think I'll do the cooking from now on."
