Love, Mates and other Mistakes

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*George's pov*

I never thought that I would find my mate at a place like this. The club was so full that I hadn't even noticed him before he literally run into me.
I grabbed his arm to keep him from falling and when our skin touched I immediately felled like electricity was running all through my body and my heart seemed it would explode any second.

Out of instinct I pulled him into a hug and buried my face in his neck.
His smell was the most beautiful thing I had ever smelled. It somehow remained me of a mixture of fresh pancakes with cinnamon and vanilla but there was also something else.
A faint smell of something I couldn't determine but it somehow made wolf instincts stay on high alert.

A muffled sound from him brought me out of my thoughts.
"Sorry did I hurt you?" I asked him while loosening my grib around him slightly.
"No." His speech was slurred.
He seemed quite drunk from  what I could tell.
"I want to go home." he whined and pressed his head against my chest.
He is so adorable.

I petted his back and told him "It's okay. I will bring you back home." Then I lifted him up into my arms and carried him out of the club.
When we reached my car I put him in the passenger seat and put on his seatbelt.

After I sat down behind the wheel he turned around to me with half closed eyes and gave me a soft smile.
"Thank you." He said quietly.
He paused for a moment and then added.
"I'm Viktor by the way but everyone just calls me Vick."

I chuckled and then replied "It's nice to meet you Vick, I'm George."
Then I turned on the engine and drove of the parking lot. When we reached the main street I asked him where he lives but instead of an answer I only heard him quietly snore.

I couldn't bring myself to waking him up so I decided to just take him to my apartment. So he could sleep out his intoxicated state.
We reached my home just twenty minutes later. After parking the car I took him out and carried his still sleeping body in my arms.

When we were in my apartment I put him carefully down on the couch in the living room so I could help him out of his shoes and jacket. I was about to open his shoelaces when I heard him mumble "Oh shit."

Only a second later he vomited all over him self. Then he leaned forward and rapped his arms around my neck. That caused the puke to also get over my shirt too.
"I'm so sorry!" He whimpered and almost started to cry.

I told him that it was okay and that it wasn't a problem. Then I stood up and went to the utilit closed to get a bucket just in case he had to puke again. After giving him it I went to the bathroom to get a washcloth and a towel. I also took my shirt off and throw it in the laundry bin. Then I went back to the livingroom. He was still where I had left him, in a half dazed state.

I sight and started to remove his clothes, putting them on the coffetabbel behind me. I definitely had to clean this mess up in the morning but in that moment it didn't matter because all I cared about was the wellbeing of my mate.

I carefully started to clean him up with the wet cloth. It took me quite a lot of willpower to suppress the desire of doing something that would have been inappropriate in that moment.

But when I reached his lower abdomen he moaned. I immediately stopped and looked up at him. Worried that it may have made him uncomfortable but instead he just grinned from ear to ear while starring at me as if I where a piece of the most delicious chocolate cake.
"Strop drooling. I'm only cleaning you up." I said while shaking my head.
"Oh yeah because you totally seem to dislike it. Right?" He asked sarcastically.

I shook my head and smiled. Ofcourse I didn't mind that he gave me that look. He was my mate after all and I was definitely also not disappointed in how he looked even though his skin definitely needed some more sunlight because he was way to pail for a human.

When I was finished I lifted him up and carried him to my bedroom and put him down on my bed. Before I could stand up he grabbed my neck and pulled me down to him.

He pressed his lips against mine. But when he tried to get his tongue into my mouth I pulled away.
"No we are not doing that. We can cuddle but I'm not going to do anything else with you while you're this drunk and also clearly not in the right state to make any decisions."

He pouted about it but didn't try to talk back. With a tired sigh I gave him a kiss on the forehead and laid down next to him. After a few minutes of him sulking he turned around to me and snuggled up to me.

I wrapped my arm around his shoulder and pulled him closer. Then I breathed in his scent and closed my eyes. It took only a few moments before I drifted off into sleep.