Her fingers laced with his before she sighed, coming back to him and lying down tentatively next to him. * * * "No, I want to," he protested. "I'll come to pick you up."
She seemed surprised that he hugged her, but she kissed his cheek gently before burying her face in his shoulder, her arms reaching up his back to pull him close to her. * * * "Okay. I'll be the giant wolf walking towards you."
He closed his eyes, relishing the proximity. *** She frowned. "What? No, you don't have to transform. I can just take a taxi."
It would take a while for her to fall asleep, but she followed him eventually. * * * "I was joking, babe. I'm in the car now."
(Yoop!) When Levy woke the next morning, his head would feel like it was stuffed with cotton wool. Beck was asleep about half a foot away from him, her back to him as she slept on her side. Her shirt had gathered around the curve of her waist, and her pants hung against her hipbones, exposing the alabaster skin of her midriff. It was porcelain, a work of art. As he watched, the skin shifted as she breathed, tracing the ivory bones she contained just underneath. Her white hair was tossed upon the pillow she rested her head on, messy but incredibly attractive. He would feel a strong urge to run his fingers through it, knowing that she laughed when he did so on their dates and his fingers got caught. And that laugh. He would do anything to make her laugh. Even that breathy, embarrassed version she gave when he kissed her neck that one time a couple nights ago. *** He hung up.
He looked over at her, simply relieved to see her. He listened to the voice in his head, gently running a hand through her hair. *** When he arrived she would be sitting on a bench patiently.
Doing what the voice said caused feelings of warmth to fall through him, washing over him. Good, good, the voice said. Now touch her skin. Touch her waist. Kiss her. * * * He put the car in park and got out, coming over to her. "Hey," he said, his hair delightfully ruffled. "You okay?"
He sighed slowly, shifting closer and wrapping his arms around her waist gently, kissing her neck lightly as he closed his eyes again. *** She stood, coming over to him brushing her hand through his hair. "I'm okay. Just a bit tired. Thank you for coming to get me."
She stirred sleepily, her hand coming up to cup his jaw over her shoulder. “...Levy...” *** “Of course,” he said, kissing the tip of her nose. “You must be cold. Let’s get in.”
“Are you feeling okay?” she asked sleepily, her fingers running through his hair gently as she turned to look at him. *** He has put a blanket in her seat, and the heat had been blasted.
“That’s good,” she murmured sleepily, turning to look at him. “I was worried.” *** He got in the front seat and drove off. “Should we get cocoa?”
She nodded, stretching out next to him. The fuzz withdrew, leaving his head clear. *** Without taking his eyes of the road, he leaned over, kissing her cheek.
