Post by Nick on Mar 21, 2011 18:02:03 GMT
Nick’s stomach had been rumbling loudly enough along the way back that he knew that Lynnette had heard it. Honestly, he wouldn’t have been surprised if the people they had passed on the sidewalks had been able to hear it as well, as loud and adamant about getting food as it had seemed. He was glad that the first order of business upon getting to their spot would be to eat since playtime on an empty stomach wouldn’t be nearly as fun. He gave a little half smile and a shrug when he saw the teasing smile she sent his way when he opened the door.
Opening doors, carrying things, pulling out and pushing in chairs were all things that he honestly didn’t think twice about doing. He had been taught early in life how to be polite, though it had been something he had practiced only when it suited him. After becoming a werewolf and aging a few centuries, he had become almost too world weary to care. Life, he had found, had its way of getting under a werewolf’s skin and washing away the desire to really care. Or maybe it was just him. That was entirely possible, since he was the only one he could actually speak for. All the same, then came Lynnette. She became a reason to care, as corny as some would have said that sounded. He wanted to be the best possible version of himself that he could be for her and he was finding that life seemed to have taken on a whole new sheen. It was far more interesting now.
“Only until we get there,” Nick pointed out. “And I am going to make a big deal out of it.” He gave her a quick, playful grin and made sure that she was in the car before he shut her door and headed around to the other side, getting into the driver’s seat. “You can put the bags on the floor if you want to. I won’t even get grumpy if there’s grease on the floor mat.” For anyone else, getting grease even on the floor mat, which could be taken out and easily replaced, would have been an extremely bad thing to do, but Lynnette got to get away with far more than anyone else.
CONTINUED AT: Woodlands with Lynnette
Opening doors, carrying things, pulling out and pushing in chairs were all things that he honestly didn’t think twice about doing. He had been taught early in life how to be polite, though it had been something he had practiced only when it suited him. After becoming a werewolf and aging a few centuries, he had become almost too world weary to care. Life, he had found, had its way of getting under a werewolf’s skin and washing away the desire to really care. Or maybe it was just him. That was entirely possible, since he was the only one he could actually speak for. All the same, then came Lynnette. She became a reason to care, as corny as some would have said that sounded. He wanted to be the best possible version of himself that he could be for her and he was finding that life seemed to have taken on a whole new sheen. It was far more interesting now.
“Only until we get there,” Nick pointed out. “And I am going to make a big deal out of it.” He gave her a quick, playful grin and made sure that she was in the car before he shut her door and headed around to the other side, getting into the driver’s seat. “You can put the bags on the floor if you want to. I won’t even get grumpy if there’s grease on the floor mat.” For anyone else, getting grease even on the floor mat, which could be taken out and easily replaced, would have been an extremely bad thing to do, but Lynnette got to get away with far more than anyone else.
CONTINUED AT: Woodlands with Lynnette