"Ash," he breathed, "We're getting dangerous here."
"No head?"
Something red flashed through his eyes, as the corners of his mouth tugged into a smile. "You're going to give me head, whether you like it or not. I meant that we can't turn back after...
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My breath hitched in my throat, as I fought the urge to turn around too quickly.
Happiness flooded me. I felt his gladness mingling with mine through this simple contact. I wanted to throw myself onto him now, wolf or no- but I contained myself.
He softly pushed his head against my hand, and for a few seconds, I found it incredibly hard to pinpoint his emotions. Frustration, joy, anger, ease. I picked it all up, but nothing stayed for long.
But then we both relaxed in each other's touch, however lightly.
"I'm sorry," I decided to say, though he probably knew that already.
A groan softly rumbled through him, sending vibrations up my spine. I decided that meant 'okay'.
There was so much I wanted to say, things like; I didn't mean to say my dad would be more important than your brother, and I should've thought more about him, and that I nevertheless really wanted to know what happened, that they both died.
But I kept my mouth shut and leaned back, as he stepped closer. My back brushed over his furry chest. It moved up and down with deep breaths. It made me feel like I was surrounded in a warm, fuzzy haze of wolf.
Nothing scary, I suddenly noted.
I expected him to be the biggest step in me overcoming my trauma. But he felt like home, like safety, like warmth. Like he belonged with me, and me with him. Cheesy as it was.
I let out a long breath and just completely, utterly, relaxed, as my fingers moved through his fur. This is what I'd missed, since my dad died. Comfort.
"So, uh, I've taken a liking to you," I brought out, my cheeks heating up. My entire body would've protested against the idea of telling him what I felt, but my determination was way greater this time and cancelled out all the hesitation.
In response, a shadow slid over me as I felt him stepping even closer. He was all around. It felt so warm.
"You know, you're a bit of an idiot, but I am too. I'm fine if you're fine. I know I'm talking a bit too much, but you're standing a tad bit too close. I'm getting a bit nervous, you know. Ah, I say bit too much." I cowered as he growled in annoyance, and finally opened my eyes to find him curtly distancing himself from me, his head above me disappearing.
"Uh, I'll go stand up and hug you, if that's alright."
Amusement sparked in him, as I heard how he lowered himself and his heavy body thudding on the ground.
Drawing in another deep breath, I turned around with my eyes closed and sat down with him, burying my head in his fur. He was enormous. Heat radiated off him like he was some kind of hot pack. A soft, fluffy hot pack.
"Think I could be your mate?"
A low sound rumbled through him, of which I was unsure of what it meant. But when I opened my eyes again and found his paw going for my legs. I flinched and sought his big shoulders.
