Alphas' Bedroom

[Cole]

“I do my best… and I’m fully aware of who said what.” He grinned at her, giving her another kiss as her thumb moved over his palm, almost rhythmically; a smooth, almost comforting motion. “And I’d say it again…” Cole chuckled; it wasn’t as if it made any difference. He wasn’t at all perturbed by the fact that he was decades older than his mate and fellow Alpha. He was somewhat amused by her ‘thanking’ him for pointing it out though, as if she really did take comfort in being reminded that she was younger.

“I thought you were gonna get cleaned up,” he teased her, looking down at her hand around his as he chewed on his bottom lip lightly, watching how her thumb traced back and forth over his palm; back and forth, over and over again.

[Dia]

Dia smiled, giving a light laugh as she looked up at him, arching a brow in inquisition. “Oh is that a hint?” She knew full and well Cole had only been teasing, and had meant no such thing. Just as he would know the same of her words, but she could poke fun just as well as he could, really. Leaning up, her lips met his in a lingering kiss before she pulled away, moving off towards their bathroom.

“All right, then.”

[Cole]

Cole watched her move towards the bathroom, narrowing his eyes with a light growl forming in his throat as he grinned in a subtle, lopsided manner. It was a marvel how Dia could tease him in the smallest ways, and still get the maximum reaction from her mate. Then again, he supposed that had been one of the initial reasons he had been drawn to her… how she had been able to affect him in such simple ways, but really get under his skin; push his buttons.

“Want some company?” he found himself saying after a few drawn out moments as the distance between them grew, and he found himself compelled to follow… as always.

[Dia]

Dia most certainly did know how to push her mate’s buttons. They had known each other long enough and been mates long enough for her to know just how to get under his skin, just how to bother him. Both in less desirable ways as well as more desirable ones. The former were used pretty much only when they quarreled, which wasn’t very often. Both of them were of such similar mindsets on most matters that there usually wasn’t need for it. The later were used- the random moments when she decided to, really.

Hearing the question, she stopped at the door to the bathroom and turned to wait for Cole. Once he’d caught up, she leaned up again, pulling him down a bit for another kiss. “Do you need to ask?”

[Cole]

“Not really…” he muttered before he kissed her, as she was obviously wanting him to, hence the effort to pull him down to her as she had. He let one hand linger at the waist of her pants as they stood in the doorway, taking comfort in the proximity and contact, no matter how frequent those things might be for the two of them. Over the years, it had never really faded, but if anything, intensified, and it seemed that time apart only increased that tendency when they ‘reunited’.

Whether or not that was a trait inherited from the wolf within, Cole didn’t know, and to be honest, he was perfectly content with not having the answer. Wolves, after all, mated for life, and as such, so did most werewolves; nine examples out of ten, that was. Mates usually developed such a powerful connection that, even in the case of loss, the very idea of moving on to another lover was unbearable, and even laughable.

[Dia]

At times it was something of a marvel to her, how their love had only grown and never wavered. A bond that yes, perhaps was due to the wolf within, and one she was happy for nonetheless. She and Cole had seen and faced a good number of things but the point that had really made the difference was that they’d done so with one another. That was more than enough for her.

Not breaking contact, Dia slid her fingers under Cole’s shirt as both of them moved far enough inside the bathroom to close the door behind them.

[Cole]

Cole often wondered if he and Dia had bonded in such a fierce way because they had both stood at one another’s sides during the loss of their families; their parents’ deaths hadn’t been easy for either of them in any case, but the ability to give each other strength had saved them, ultimately, perhaps. It was definitely something that Cole considered to be a factor, at the very least.

Kicking the door closed lightly behind him as they entered the bathroom, he lifted his arms so she could slide his shirt off over his head, reinitiating the kiss as soon as it was removed. One of his hands smoothed over her cheek gently as the item of clothing hit the floor, and worked down her neck, teasing at the collar of her own shirt as it moved downward.

[Dia]

Whatever the reason might have been, she and Cole had bonded. Permanently and infallibly, it seemed. All for the better because yes, they had been there for one another when support was needed. And would continue to be, no matter what.

Quickly enough, her shirt was on the floor along with Cole’s, the fingers of one hand sliding up his bare chest while the other slid downward, lingering at the edge of his pants.

[Cole]

Hand running down Dia’s arm slowly, he felt her own at his pants, and smiled briefly into the kiss, breaking from it just long enough to say in a low voice, “Might need to turn the shower on…” He had, of course, already showered earlier in the day, but it was fairly obvious his reasons for even being in the bathroom had nothing to do with getting clean, whereas Dia had at least had the initial intention of doing so. Cole had simply interrupted the process, despite that hardly being a rare occurrence.

“That is,” he said during another brief break as his hands moved down to her hips, “… if you really do wanna get cleaned up…”

[Dia]

Smiling in between their kisses, Dia chuckled. She had actually begun with the intentions of getting a shower, and no doubt she would eventually. But other things had her attention at the moment. When their lips finally parted again she pulled away, however reluctantly. Needless to say she wasted very little time with the shower taps, taking a moment to rid herself of her own workout pants before moving back to Cole. The water would need a minute to warm up anyway.

“Better?” she murmured against his lips with a slight smirk.

[Cole]

The sound of water hitting the bottom of the shower’s unit mostly went unheard by Cole, whose attention was once again fixed completely on Dia. “I guess,” he teased lightly, grinning at her briefly before bowing to kiss her again, his hands moving to link with hers near the waist of his own pants, as if hinting… not that he would need to hint if they really did intend to get in the shower, if only eventually. He would hardly want to wear clothing in the shower, so it would all be removed, even if in good time, and not right away.

But then again, Cole didn’t always have a one-track mind… he was thinking of other things as they stood there, in close proximity to one another; he had just honed the ability to filter thoughts into necessary groups so they could be sorted through. And right at that moment, he didn’t have anything important to think about.

[Dia]

Well Dia could certainly take a hint. Deftly, her fingers maneuvered to the button of his pants, intent on ridding him of the garment soon enough. The other hand slid upward, coming to rest at the back of Cole’s neck as if holding him to her, the tips of her fingers pressing down a bit.

And she would be very upset at that knowledge if Cole was thinking of anything other than her at the moment.

[Cole]

Cole actually couldn’t form any coherent thought at that moment that didn’t relate to Dia or their immediate proximity, especially as she unfastened his pants and, one-handed, pushed them down, before he could actually step out of them, forcing his boots off his feet at the same time without having to crouch to do so. And there was obviously no doubt that Dia could multitask mentally as well as he could, if not better; given that it was rumoured women were more efficient at multitasking as it was, Cole wouldn’t have been surprised if she could keep track of several different trains of thought at once, and put his own record to shame.

He moved a hand to cup her cheek, keeping their heads close… not that they needed the extra assistance; between their bodies being so close anyway and her hand around his neck, they were about as near to one another as they could get.

[Dia]

At the touch and as Cole pulled her hips closer to him, for a moment the beginnings of a soft growl began in Dia’s throat. Even now, her mate seemed to always be able to bring out the- baser instincts in her. An effect that never decreased, no matter how much time they did or didn’t spend apart or in each other’s presence.

By this point in time, steam had begun to collect in the room, and needles to say, the temperature was slowly climbing, for more reasons than one. Not that either of them probably noticed, being focused on other things, and if they did it would most likely only serve as an extra prompting to get rid of what was left of their clothing.

[Cole]

As faint and discreet as it was, Cole detected the growl, and it did nothing to improve his control. It only intensified his sudden need for the proximity with his mate, and perhaps the urge to make that growl louder; more real, and full. That was more a kind of instinct than any kind of human thought though, he knew, but it wasn’t as if he’d even been able to quash it… or entertained the thought of doing so at all. He couldn’t deny what he was any more than she could.

The steam and building heat in the room hadn’t gone unnoticed, if only subconsciously. It made Cole’s hair loosen from its feral spike, hanging down a little in shaggy bangs over his brow somewhat, as he pulled her to him even more. As one of his hands braced at the back of her neck, beneath and entwined in her hair, his other lowered to ‘help’ her with whatever clothing she was still wearing…