Not Today, Nathan

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​Not today Nathan. Not today.

​It was a mantra, a curse of sort, always chanted during the wee hours whenever Nathan materializes. Stephen find it most effective to just chant and curse Nathan on his head, since it would be futile to drive Nathan away since he has the persistence of a wild wolf preying on his meal. The first time he rejected Nathan's advances was one of the worst.

​"Are you letting me in? My nipples are already freezing," said Nathan, followed by a cackle.

​"To hell with you. Just freeze up and die. Leave me the fuck alone." Most of the time he just let Nathan invade his room without a word, but now, being fully awake fuelled by annoyance and infuriation, and the fact that it's been a week since the early morning disturbances, Stephen couldn't help himself but to talk back and show his usual sass.

​"And of course you wouldn't budge. Oh for fuck's sake Nathan just... come over. I just can't imagine how it is possible for me to endure this early-morning-disturbances-and"

​Stephen was cut short by the sound of window being shut followed by a pair of arms encircling his torso, and mumbled, "morning-cuddles."

​Nathan chuckled.

Stephen felt Nathan's warm breath at the back of his neck; it was soothing.

Well, his 'Not today Nathan' chant would seem to be ineffective again. Especially to a half-human, half-werewolf that kept bugging him for a week now.

"You're very warm." Nathan whispered as Stephen felt himself being carried towards the bed. "....and cuddly, as always."

-cover's not mine.