When I woke up, it was from the sound of a guitar filling the air. I could feel the heat from the midday Sun. I was outside... Why the hell was I outside?
I opened my eyes, and turned to the music. When I saw Anders lounging nearby, strumming peacefully, it all came rushing back.
Quickly, I sat up. He glanced at me and flashed a smirk. Naked, that's right. I fell asleep naked. I curled in to cover myself and shot him a glare.
"Give me my clothes."
He nodded his head to a spot next to him where they were folded up. "Get them yourself, princess." He said, and then went back to playing as though he wasn't humiliating me.
After a few moments of glaring, I realized that he seriously expected me to get up and dress. Reluctantly, I accepted defeat and stood up.
I tried to be proud about it, to prove his teasing didn't effect me, but I lost all my bravado when I came next to him and he reached out to grab my wrist.
I wanted to yank it away, but my instincts felt differently. He kissed the bite mark he had left, and then a warmth bloomed from my arm into my body.
He said we weren't mated, but that the bite still meant something. I guess that's why he kept kissing it, and why it felt so nice when he did.
My little bubble of attraction popped when he grabbed my ass as I bent over for my clothes. He was growling in pleasure until I kicked out my leg to stop him. I was satisfied with his silence until he grabbed my leg and pulled me in, putting his face near my core.
If I wasn't already embarassed enough, my blush felt like it was about to make me burst into flames when he took a deep breath of my scent there.
It wasn't until he licked his lips and tried to dive in to kiss that place, that I pulled away and threw my clothes on.Once dressed, I placed my hands on my hips and stood before him. "Well? You said you would take me to the clinic."
He faked a thoughtful expression, before getting up to tower over me with a glint in his eye. I held my ground, but I had to swallow the lump in my throat that came from standing so close.
"I did say that, huh? I will... But I want one thing from you before we go."
I bared my teeth. "You already got quite enough, didn't you?"
He didn't break his stare, instead he put his hands on my shoulders. "Kiss me first."
"What?!"
He looked serious now. "Kiss me, and honestly tell me that you feel nothing. Kissing was the one thing we didn't do."
I tried to be angry, but my eyes went to his lips and I wet my own in secret anticipation. Another paradox, where something inside of me wanted to be near him and touch him despite my annoyance.
I sighed. "Fine, if it gets me to a doctor sooner. Asshole."
He laughed as he held my cheeks in his hands, looking deep into my eyes before he closed the gap.
I could have died right there when a moan ripped out of my throat as my lips went against his. I didn't want him to know I enjoyed it. Electricity sparked between us, and my body pressed in close. Our arms wrapped around each other as we kissed deeply.
I almost forgot why we were kissing, and tried chasing him for another one when he broke away. He bit his lip, and raised an eyebrow at me. "Well?"
I frowned. "Well, what?"
He scoffed. "You felt something special, just like I did."
I looked away. I was flattered to know he might have felt that same electricity, but that didn't mean anything. What happened was a mistake, even if my body felt differently. I took a deep breath before turning back to him.
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Coyotes: Denis
WerewolfAfter a chance reunion with a childhood friend, how does a young Coyote navigate her feelings in unfortunate circumstances? Can shared loss help her find love? An original work with anthropomorphic characters.