Lynnette
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Post by Lynnette on Feb 17, 2007 3:52:16 GMT
Perhaps it was his age, and therefore experience, but whatever the reason, Nick accomplished his transformation faster than Lynnette, just like earlier. She didn’t rush her own change, feeling it penetrate every limb and part of her body, from her head to the tail she didn’t even have, and when she was done, she waited for the last little cracks and pops to fade and quiet before she started pulling on her clothes again.
When she was done, feeling bodily refreshed, she let out a deep breath, and headed out from behind the bushes, seeing something out the corner of her eye, and pausing in her progress, she reached up and pulled a stray twig from her blonde hair. She smiled sheepishly as she detangled it from the loose curls, tossing it back towards the bush when it was free.
Allowing her once-again-brown eyes to rise to meet Nick’s, she felt that warm flush again, and wasn’t sure she managed to hide it from her cheeks as she approached him. If anything, seeing him in human form again had made her reactions worse… but then, the use of the term ‘worse’ was loose at best.
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Post by Nick on Feb 17, 2007 4:01:40 GMT
Nick couldn't help the smile that came to his face when he saw Lynnette in her human form again. It was a warm, gentle smile, the sort of smile he never seemed to have any opportunity to use except when he was with Lynnette. It was, as far as he was concerned, the only kind of smile she deserved unless it was an understanding or sympathetic one when they might be needed. She most certainly didn't deserve any unkind looks of any sort. Of that he was certain. Nick was also certain that it would probably take ever ounce of self control he had not to haul out and hit anyone who dared do anything unkind to her when he was around.
"What do you say we take the scenic route back?" he asked, moving around to the passenger side of the car and opening the door for her. "I mean, unless you're in a hurry to get back."
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Lynnette
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Post by Lynnette on Feb 17, 2007 4:08:41 GMT
That smile…
Don’t stare. Managing to catch herself, she smiled back at him. But his expression had made her feel as safe and comfortable as she had felt back on that hill, rested against him, and she almost yearned to be that close to him again, but she had to fight such instincts. But now that she had experienced it once, the wolf in her wanted it back; wanted him near, for reassurance and companionship and support.
She smiled yet again — not that she had really stopped — when he, as usual, opened the door for her, and she moved to the offered opening as she nodded her head. “The scenic route sounds wonderful.” She paused beside the seat in the car, and looked up into his hazel eyes, allowing herself a moment to study them, as if she needed to commit them to memory… when, in truth, she had already done that.
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Nick
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Post by Nick on Feb 17, 2007 4:18:27 GMT
Nick returned the gaze, still wearing the smile. He had already committed as much about her as he could to memory. Her smell, her eyes, her smile, her voice, her looks in general, the way she moved. Anything and everything that possible at this point. He had no doubts that he would call up those things about her while lying in bed later, wishing that he was with her again while waiting to fall asleep as well as any given time that they were apart. He didn't want to be away from her. Perhaps it was too soon to be feeling like that- he wasn't really sure- but he didn't care. He couldn't help it. That was simply how it was and how it was going to be. Nothing could change that.
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Lynnette
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Post by Lynnette on Feb 17, 2007 4:27:13 GMT
Nick wasn’t alone. The thought of separating from him when they got back to their apartment building, even if only distanced by floors rather than anything more extreme, was unwelcome at best; she didn’t want that distance, and a large part of her pined to act on it, but she wasn’t sure it was wise. For all her certainty now about how she felt, and what the warmth and tightness in her chest meant whenever she saw his smile or met his gaze, there was still that, perhaps inbred, fear that she might ruin it somehow, and that thought was unbearable.
But dammit if it wasn’t strong. Looking into his eyes just cemented feelings that had been building; she wasn’t sure when they had started — perhaps when she had first set eyes on him, after he had appeared at her door unannounced and investigating the presence of a new wolf in the building. She remembered how they had ordered takeout, and talked, and started getting to know one another. She remembered that night with more clarity than she remembered anything over the past couple of centuries.
She hesitated, standing beside the open car, looking up at the first male werewolf she had ever trusted during her rogue years; the first male since the one whose name she was telling herself not to think anymore. He was gone. Nick was right there, in front of her, and… meant more to her already than any other person, human or wolf, ever had.
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Post by Nick on Feb 17, 2007 4:47:06 GMT
Nick really had half a mind to close the car door and suggest they go back to the hill and just spend the night there. He could call in sick to work. It wouldn't hurt. He didn't think so anyway and honestly, even if it lost him his job, it would be well worth it. She was more than worth it. He could get by for years on his savings and with his range of knowledge, he knew he could get another job if that was what it came down to. Reporting for a newspaper wasn't all he could do, after all.
Instead of doing what he wanted though, he stayed where he was, hand resting atop the door. He was in absolutely no hurry to be going anywhere. He was happy to stand there just returning Lynnette's gaze for as long as he could get away with he. He was happier with Lynnette than he had ever been before and for her, he would risk his very life for her if that was what he had to do and he wouldn't even have to think about it.
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Lynnette
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Post by Lynnette on Feb 18, 2007 1:08:45 GMT
Without even realising it was happening, Lynnette’s heart was beating faster in her chest, her blood ramming against the insides of her eardrums so fiercely she could barely hear anything else. She watched his eyes; the intense, soulful, warm hazel, so welcoming and reassuring, and she lost herself in them totally, so swiftly and completely that she felt adrift, but not at all panicked or fearful. Instead, she felt safe and anchored, as if meeting his gaze and seeing that soft certainty there was all she would ever need, and… good god, how had this happened?
I don’t care, her mind whispered firmly, desperately.
And then, before she knew it, she was moving, with more confidence that she had ever felt, despite the fear swelling in the pit of her stomach; she felt more positive about this than any dance she had ever been a part of… nothing had ever seemed so right, and before she could even let herself think about it, she reached up to stroke her hand over the side of his neck, to brace at the back of his head, and she leaned up, brushing her lips to his in a kiss as her eyes slipped closed and deep down inside, she hoped against hope she hadn’t just ruined what could have been the best thing in her life…
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Post by Nick on Feb 18, 2007 1:43:35 GMT
Nick's eyes widened in surprise at the kiss, but that lasted the briefest of seconds. Before his mind had even registered what was going on, he was kissing her back, closing his eyes and putting his arms around her in order to hold her close. He didn't really need to know what was going on. It felt so amazingly right and that was really all he needed to know. Right then and there, he knew that he had never experienced anything like this in all of the years he had been alive. He had seen and experienced a great deal, but nothing had ever or would ever compare to Lynnette and the way she made him feel when they were together. She made him think that maybe he actually had some sort of purpose. That maybe being turned was a blessing rather than the curse he had often thought of it as. If it meant that he had the chance to spend eternity with Lynnette, then it was definitely a blessing.
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Lynnette
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Post by Lynnette on Feb 18, 2007 2:16:56 GMT
Relief blossomed inside of her, and she nearly collapsed into his arms, feeling her fingers brush through and gently tangle in the hair at the back of Nick’s head. His scent at such proximity was even more intense and intoxicating than it had been back at the hill, and the fact that he was kissing her back after she had thrown caution so drastically to the wind filled her with a kind of optimism she had never felt before.
She leaned into him, to take comfort from the nearness and support with his arms around her, and she continued to kiss him, feeling the wolf in her stir and howl appreciatively, as if the animal side of her had just been waiting for this one moment, and now that it was happening, she felt as if she could do a few back flips and maybe voice those howls. But if she could just continue feeling his arms around her, then that was enough for Lynnette.
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Post by Nick on Feb 18, 2007 2:55:58 GMT
Nick was supremely unhappy with the thought that the kiss would eventually have to end, but he wasn't going to be the one to end it, the unhappiness being pushed away because he was determined to enjoy this as much as he could. He wasn't willing to waste any more time being disappointed with the fact that the kiss would have to end when he he could spend the time simply enjoying it.
It was hard to believe that he was kissing Lynnette- that she had actually kissed him first. He had thought about kissing her, but he had been concerned about making a move too soon and scaring her off; spooking her was something that he would have hated himself for, so he had put it off, hoping for the perfect time. This, however, was just fine with him. He didn't mind at all that Lynnette had made the first move. It meant that maybe he wouldn't unsettle her if he decided to initiate a kiss himself later.
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Lynnette
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Post by Lynnette on Feb 18, 2007 23:59:23 GMT
In her mind, after the evening they had shared, this was the perfect time. A voice in the back of her head had practically said ‘now or never’, and she had acted. And she was so glad she had…
As much as she wanted to hold the kiss, the need for air, even for werewolves, became evident, and albeit reluctantly, she pulled back… but not far. Her face was still close to his, and she breathed a little heavier, subtly, her eyes opening and lifting towards his, hoping to see the same kind of things she felt reflected in them; relief, reassurance… happiness, even.
“Sorry…” she managed, her voice little more than a whisper, and it wouldn’t take much for Nick to figure out, from her tone, that she was anything but sorry.
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Post by Nick on Feb 19, 2007 1:52:55 GMT
The night had already been the best one he could remember ever having, but the kiss had kicked it up a few more notches, which Nick hadn’t known was actually possible. When Lynnette broke the kiss, Nick opened his eyes and pulled back slightly, but like her, he didn’t pull back much. He preferred the closeness. He met Lynnette’s gaze and his eyes revealed the same emotions that he could see in hers.
“Me, too,” he said just as softly, but his voice revealed that he was nowhere near being sorry. Instead, it revealed that he was ready to do it again and, once their breathing was close to normal again, he lifted one hand to her face and kissed her softly.
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Lynnette
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Post by Lynnette on Feb 20, 2007 19:19:38 GMT
She had smiled at him, obviously content and relieved by the words that had left his mouth and the sound of them. He wasn’t sorry either, and before his lips brushed to hers softly again, she had felt an urge to just bury her head in his shoulder, to show him how comforted she was by his response, both physical and verbal. The fact that he had returned her kiss had been enough, but hearing him acknowledge and agree in words had lifted that last little weight from her shoulders.
But when he kissed her again, she had to fight against a small weakness in her knees, brushing her fingers through the soft hair at the back of his head again, her other arm loosely wrapping around his back as if she couldn’t bear to distance herself from him now that they had reached this point. Everything about him had become even more comforting and reassuring, like an anchor that kept her steady; his scent, the warmth from his body, the taste of his kiss…
There was absolutely no going back now. In her mind, it just wasn’t an option anymore. She had taken the step forward… going back would be too much. It would be too hard.
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Post by Nick on Feb 20, 2007 19:59:01 GMT
If someone would have told him earlier in the day that he would be doing what he was currently doing, he probably would have told them that they were crazy. That even though he had started to view Lynnette as a good deal more than just a friend, he doubted that she saw him in the same way. If that had been the case, he would have had to apologize to someone the following day. That or act like he had been right. Either way, he wouldn’t trade the night for anything. He had taken a very big step that he hadn’t known that he was ready to take and he wasn’t at all bothered by the fact that he couldn’t go back. He didn’t want to go back.
After a few moments, he broke the kiss, keeping his face just a mere inch or so away from hers. “I could stay out here all night like this given the chance.”
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Lynnette
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Post by Lynnette on Feb 20, 2007 23:46:40 GMT
When the kiss broke again, her eyes were still closed as she bowed her head forward a little, still smiling. She was careful not to bump into Nick, not wanting to ruin the moment with a clumsy miscalculation of distance, and hearing his words, she laughed softly, finally managing to open her eyes and look up at him. “I would too… but I think we’re spooking the wildlife.”
So much for not ruining the mood.
She blushed freely, and wrinkled her nose. “Sorry…” As an explanation, she quickly added, “Because of what we are, I meant.” And then she stopped talking, embarrassed; why had she opened her mouth? Now she just felt like an idiot.
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