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Glittering stars hung suspended above the floating, creamy yellow moon. It was full, immense, and beautiful.
Your eyes traveled across the massive expanse, once, twice, the moon smiled back.
On clear nights, your habitual star gazing was the best - you could see so many glittering sparks so extremely far away and were left to wonder what happened beyond.
But you were here. Not there, not in the grand expanse of space and then some.
So, you will never know.
Breathing in crisp, frosty winter air you could feel it deep inside your chest, it raddled with every inhale, and every exhale brought with it an occasional sniffle.
You did not cry every time you watched the night sky, but it was not a rare occurrence. After all, out here, this late - you were always on your own, no need to worry about anyone seeing the tears on your cheeks.
Typically, it was easier for you to hide away your sorrows, whether it be from stress of training and school, the random bout of depression, but mostly it was during the troubled times of remembering your life before living here within the institute.
Things were not so nice then - but right now, you were blessed to be staying in a place that is safe, stay in a place with people like you.
Your own room in a huge building like this, private schooling, new friends. You really should not cry, but it just tended to happen at nighttime.
You probably also should not hang out on the roof. Especially in the middle of an aching frigid winter.
When you had found a way to climb up to the roof from the balcony, you had been here many times. A little nook just of your own.
Maybe it was the feline-esque beast that existed within you that made you want to be high up, glowing eyes hidden away on the roof only for the night sky to look back down on you.
The grounds at this hour were always quiet aside the odd late-night creatures. If it were not for the snow, you might have been hearing crickets in the distance.
Your heightened sense of hearing can pick up a racoons’ feet scurrying a few miles away - thankfully over time you have learned how to dull these senses, otherwise the constant abuse in your ears bring you closest to insanity that you have ever been.
For the most part.
But some nights, especially ones like tonight, where the animals slept the cold away and the insects lie dormant - you let the dull slip away and listen and hear the earth around you.
You could hear the odd *plick* or *plop* of snowflakes touching the long white blanket on the grounds, or if a plant becomes too heavy and the snow fell from its top to pile around.
There is a gentle hum that is a constant when it is silent. You're not sure what it is, but it seems to be everywhere. Perhaps it comes from the earth itself.
You could hear soft music playing from one of the bedrooms that has a crack open on their window. You don't know the song, but it sounds like soft rock, and you wonder what they're doing awake.
Closing your eyes, your knife-like pointed ears strain with a small wiggle. - *shwiip* *swhiip* - the sound of a page turning and brushing against dry fingers.
A smile passes your lips, imagining it to be one of the younger mutants, staying up past bedtime because they are invested in a story. You had done that yourself, many times when you couldn't sleep the nights away and laid awake with your mind torturing itself with yesterday's that can't get you anymore.
Even if they cannot get you - the feelings that were then, were still now. But you had control, of yourself, and the beast living within you.
And to be honest... despite how it gave you extra strength and heightened senses, sharp teeth, and sharper claws, should you ever let the beast take over - you knew you could hurt people. Your claws shred, tear, and rip. You could rip into the robots in the Danger Room. Your claws could break away wood, weaker metals, a person? Easy, that too. You had not lost control yet, and since you found your coping mechanisms, it helps you not to worry about it as much.
Yet - when you are with your friends, perhaps something happens to give you a little too much excitement and you can feel the beast swell and try to claw its way out... it can be difficult to cope. Even with your somewhat nightly ritual.
If you hurt your friends, you would not be able to forgive yourself.
Quite suddenly, your fangs elongate, and your eyes shoot open. You swivel your head, narrowed eyes scanning for whatever was sending you warning flags to your brain and spine. A low warning growl rumbles from deep within your chest.
The growls turn sharp when your body twists, hands turned claw gripped in the air, reaching for whatever had managed somehow to sneak up behind you. Your hands clasped around arms, and with a strong shove, they were flat on their back with a loud "Oof!"
You were over them in a second, pinned down to the ground betwixt your knees, scowling your fangs and one hand pressing down against their clavicle, claws ready to tear into the fabric of their thick sweater. Your other hand still grips their bicep, and the feeling of a leather jacket gives you a still.
And then, your nostrils flare when the scent of the person catches up with them and your eyes snap to his face to meet blue eyes and a flash of silver hair.
"Peter?" You question, even though it is obvious now and you can feel him shudder beneath you, possibly from the cold snow you pushed him into - or maybe it was from the low rumble of your voice, growl seeping through.
"Well, hello to you too, kitty cat." Peter quipped with a grin.
Quicksilver was one of the only people who have managed to sneak up on you. It might have something to do with the fact that his scent shows up a couple of seconds after him, and when he is moving as fast as he does, it is impossible for your ears to pick up his feet on the ground.
In short, it is always a surprise to see him. And not every time is a pleasant surprise. ... that is a lie.
If anything, it just infuriates you that he is so easy to sneak up on you.
"What are you doing here?" You questioned him, laying your palm flat on his chest instead of pointing claws downwards into his sweater.
"Couldn't sleep, went for a run, got bored. Thought I saw somethin’ on the roof and that somethin’ was you." He speaks quickly and you jolt in surprise when his hands land on your hips. "Not that I don't mind you like this, but snow is starting to melt into some very uncomfortable places."
Your eyebrows knit together in confusion and then your eyes drop, and you blush upon realizing how you instinctively relaxed after realizing he was not a threat, and now you were basically sitting on his lap, your rump flush with his crotch.
Your hands quickly left him first and you scrambled to hop off him, sputtering a mortified sorry. He laughed and steadied you with his hands, leaning up and sitting down properly next to you. He shook the snow out of his hair.
"Why are you on the roof?" He asked.
"Nighttime skies calm me," you murmured, bringing your knees up so that you could rest your arm and chin down against them, eyes turned up at the sky when you respond - as if that would explain where your words could not.
"Hmm, do you always cry when you're calm?"
Shit. You figured your eyes had dried fully, but now that you thought about it, they felt sore and puffy.
"Cuz if that's the case I'm wondering if you're in full panic mode when you hang out with us usually." He said, side eyeing you with a lazy grin. "You know, on the account of me never seeing you cry then."
You roll your eyes and wipe at your face quickly. "It is nothing, Peter. Just reflections and remembering yesterday."
His eyebrows drew together, his brow furrowing and for a split second you catch the flare of suspicious anger in his eyes "What happened yesterday? Did someone mess with you?"
You could not help the exhale of laughter from your nose, turning your vision away from the silver headed boy and casting your eyes over the grounds instead. "No one messed with me. It's not that kind of yesterday."
"Okay...? You lost me." Peter said with a quirked eyebrow.
"Thinking of my time before here."
"I'll take a guess that it wasn't that great a place to be in, huh?" He questioned, and though you tensed, you let him scooch closer to you and drape an arm around your shoulder.
"You are correct." You muttered, resting your head back against his arm.
"Damn. Normally I love being right. I dunno about this situation though." He said while his fingerless gloved hand rubs small circles at your upper arm.
"Take your victories as you can, Peter." You responded, tilting your cat eyes up at him, and he grinned at the mischievous glint within them.
"Oh really?" He asked.
You nodded, your hair swaying and tickling his neck. "Of course. Since your wins are so spaced out, perhaps take any victory you can with pride."
He snickered, bringing a quick hand up to rapidly ruffle with your hair, the buzzing of his hand against the crown of your head was nice, like a massage, and you could not help the grin when it made your teeth chatter together. "I know you're trying to take a dig at me, but you need some practice."
Before you could answer, he continued, his hand still buzzing on your head. "Oh look - you're so cold your teeth are chattering. We should get you inside."
The vibrations that worked down from your skull was beginning to make your nose twitch with a strange ticklish sensation. You snapped a quick grip to his wrist and his eyes widened just slightly in surprise when he did not see that coming.
"I think you are shaking my brain, Speedy." You affectionately used the nickname with a small grin.
He laughed, "Sorry." You don't think he meant it, but the way the corners of his eyes crinkled with his charming smile made your heart stutter - and the slightest bit of a crawling sensation within your gut - the slightest stirring of the beast inside you.
Especially so when his hand dropped from your head and landed on your cheek, his thumb danced over the curve of your cheek, and he did not lose his smile. "Your skin’s cold. How long have you been out here?"
The question took you by surprise because you were not entirely sure. So, you shrugged and lazily blinked up to the sky, giving a soft sigh. Your mind was not rested with tonight's star gazing, but Peter was certainly a distraction from the nagging feeling deep in your head.
Not that he was helping with resting your mind. Quite the opposite. The speedster had been quick to become an object of your desire. Something about him was intriguing. To the point that your beast strained and tried to pull to the surface more often than not. And strangely enough, you found in some cases that a gentle touch to him sated the beast.
The first time you felt it try to yank its way forward, thankfully, it had just been you and Peter. You had nearly doubled over in surprise with the sudden ripping pain you felt within a mixture of your heart and stomach.
Peter had dashed over a split second later, cradling your face with wide concerned eyes and trying to figure out what had been hurting you.
As soon as his palms touched your cheeks, the pain gradually vanished.
It became much more common for you to touch him. Friendly of course. A brush on his arm, fingers lacing together when he is still enough for it. He particularly seemed to like it when you ran your blunted claws through his hair and scratched at his scalp.
It surprised you when he was so accepting of these random touches that seemed to surge forth out of nowhere. If anything, it seemed as if he enjoyed them, since he would spend just a little more time around you without zipping away at every other moment.
Maybe he liked it when your hands were on him.
And maybe that is why it was not so odd that he held your cheek in his hand now - on top of the institute, in the middle of the night, when it was freezing outside.
Not odd at all.
"I'm not one of those mind readers you know." Peter teased, bringing his hand away from your cheek and placing it instead at the back of your head, fingers spreading through your hair.
At this close, anyone who might have seen the act might think he were about to pull you into a kiss, but you knew better, and your eyes slit in warning. "Don't you dare." You growled lowly.
He smirked, blue eyes flashing with mischief, "Oh I dare."
Peter winked and just as fast, you felt the world move around you, an arm propped around your middle and his hand stabling your head.
When the world caught up, you blinked away dizziness and breathed in a sharp gasp. No matter how many times he took you along during his sprints, it still left you a little winded and tonight maybe you had spent a bit too much time in the cold, because your lungs burned to get air in.
Peter pats your back a couple of times, chuckling. You looked around to see he had brought you to your room, dimly lit with your bedside lamp that you left on.
You eyed the clutter you had left out on your desk, but he paid no mind to it. Otherwise, the room was mostly tidy. Warm and welcoming with the scent of your morning green chai tea, hints of cinnamon, clove, and ginger root. It was a pleasant, relaxing smell.
You shook yourself off, snow melting into your clothes. A shiver ran through you, and a heat from the inside warmed you up quick. Having the beast inside you made you deal with the cold much easier. You were not immune to it, but you warned up quick when placed back into the right temperature.
"I didn't invite you into my room, Speedy." You muttered, maybe just the tad shy when you walked over to your bed and plopped down on the edge, pulling the jacket you wore off to expose the soft skin of your arms, dropping the outerwear onto the ground.
"You never do, never stops me though." He grinned smugly and whizzed over, taking a seat beside you, one leg resting on his knee.
His breeze washed his scent over your senses, condensed within the smaller room rather than battling the wind outside. You chewed your bottom lip, feeling the sting of your fang digging into the soft flesh when you felt the crawling sensation within you.
It did not go unnoticed when his eyes landed on the action, pink tinging the edges of his ears. He cleared his throat and vanished for a second, only to come back a moment later dressed in a pair of comfortable, warm pajamas. They were silver-gray, like the color of his hair.
You chuckled, shaking your head. "Are you going to let me get changed, Peter?"
He smirked, his eyes darting over your clothing, your pants wet with melted snow and clinging uncomfortably to the warmth of your skin. "Who's stopping you, kitty cat?"
You rose an eyebrow. Wondering just how far he would take that little challenge. Humming, you stood up and slinked over to your dresser, pulling open your night drawer. You did not have to look behind you to know Peter stared. You could feel his eyes on your back, and the slight change of atmosphere in your room, how it grew slightly warmer and thicker when you pulled out your pajamas. Deciding on fleece blue checkers pants and a t-shirt that was plain and worn down after long use. It smelled fresh, at least. Just did not look the freshest.
It certainly was not a sexy night outfit, yet when you turned and saw Peter watch you closely with a pink face, and saw his throat muscles constrict when he gulps, you grin, flashing your fangs.
He shifts on the edge of your bed but does not back down from his self-imposed challenge of whoever breaks first and either runs off, or until you snap at him to turn away at the very least.
You tilted your head, nostrils flaring from the savory sweet scent that touches your nose but think nothing of it and ignore the pinching in your gut. Was probably just your beast getting frustrated with having Peter close to you - but not close enough. He did not need to know the effect he had over you. You could just imagine the jokes he would have lined up for you.
Peter made no move, surprisingly still when you reached down to peel the shirt you wore during the day up and off your head. His breath hitched, blue eyes landing on your bra covered chest. He did not even try to hide his staring, nor the blush that sprung up onto his cheeks.
You let the fabric drop to the floor and then sighed, shaking your head when he remained. So, you turned, facing your dresser with your back towards him. His eyes followed your hands when you unclasped your bra and let it also fall to the floor.
Though subtle, with your heightened sense you could hear his breathing rise faster.
You pulled your new shirt on, and in the same movement you pulled down your wet pants, cringing when the wetness clung to your legs.
"Shit." Peter muttered and you smirked when you looked back, expecting him to be staring at the wall, but no, his eyes trained on your backside. Light pink panties covering your rump.
You narrowed your eyes, some weird competitiveness blaring to make you act this way. Surely it was just that, and not the fact that having his eyes on you, with the slightly hidden hunger swimming in them, made your heart pick up and desire more of it.
“What’s wrong Pete?” You teased a low rumble, straightening back up and placing a hand on your hip. Standing before him with your lengthy night shirt, stopping just above your hips, letting a peek at your panties.
He was staring at you with an expression you had not seen on his face before. His cheeks were tinted pink, his bottom lip plump as if he had been chewing on it while he watched your ‘totally innocent’ strip tease. His lips parted, as if he were going to respond to you, but then closed and he swallowed thick enough for your ears to pick up the wet sound.
His eyes that normally held mischief or smugness were burning with a heated desire.
Your eyes flickered over him when the sweet scent that had touched your nose before grew stronger and your throat felt tight when you noticed the bulge hiding behind his thin pajama pants.
“What’s wrong, Y/N?” He teased, his voice slightly raspy. You looked back up to his face to see him wear a lazy, cocky grin. Christ, he was attractive.
“Were you not trying to get me this way?” He asked, standing up and swaying his way over to where you stood. You weakly clutched at your sleep pants, your eyes dilating when they rose when he reached right in front of you.
He smirked, placing his hands at your hips and in a quick pull, your hips are flushed with his and you bite back a sharp hiss upon feeling the firm heat press against your quickly dampening panties. “Weren’t trying to get me hard?” His voice was low, breathy, and the last word was said with a roll of his hips.
You gasped sharply, feeling heat between your legs, a sweet ache. Your eyes were wide, looking up at him in a mixture of shock and arousal. You winced when your teeth elongated and the sudden desire to mark him flew through your brain and you had to quickly grab his forearms as some sort of stable.
Your sleep pants were quickly forgotten about when in an instant you were placed on your bed, legs spread with him still between them. You hooked your legs around his when he brought his hands at your shoulders, pulling his face against your neck. You felt the warmth of his breath waft along the flesh of your neck and could not help the tremble that passed through you.
He chuckled there, his lips dragging along your pulse. “Tell me to stop.”
“No,” You breathed, before you even had a chance to think and he grinned against your skin, kissing up the curve of your throat, along the line of your jaw and paused at the corner of your lips.
“You sure, kitten?” He murmured, his voice low and breathy. He gasped sharply when you rolled your hips up against his, a heat building inside you made you desire more. The scent in the air was heavy, the tension thick. It made the hair on your arms lift, feeling what felt like electricity run along beneath your skin.
“I want you,” Your voice leaves your lips as a hiss, and you tilt your head to drag your lips along his cheek, feeling his ragged breath against your mouth. Maybe it was sudden, or maybe every touch had been leading up to this – all you knew is that your body was on fire, and you wanted more.
“Fuck,” He breathes, digging his hips down against your panty covered crotch, you could feel the strain of his cock hidden behind his sleep pants. Your hand lowered to palm him through the cotton, and he trembles, his length twitching against your touch.
His lips crashed down to yours suddenly and it stole your breath away. A low growl vibrated into the kiss when you feverishly kissed him back, just barely knowing enough to avoid tearing his lip with your fangs.
His tongue prodded against your lips, and you hesitated a moment before opening your mouth to him. His tongue darted in, and carefully you met his with yours, and with his excitement, you suddenly tasted the tang of copper and he pulled back with a gasp.
His tongue placed just outside his lips, and he brought fingers up to touch against the tiny pin prick, just enough for a bead of red to drip down the little bumps along his tongue. You stared wide eyed and had to physically grab the sheets beneath you when the beast yelled within you to it again, to do more, to tear your fangs through his throat and leave him scarred – yours. Yours.
“S-Sorry,” You tried to whisper, and instead it came out a low, lumbering growl. He was still for a moment, and then his tongue darted back into his mouth, which turned into a grin - his blue eyes darkened a shade or two and with a growl of his own, he attacked your mouth in a firm, hard kiss that made your body stiffen.
You could feel his teeth at your bottom lip and jolted in surprise at the sudden sting and another taste of copper, this one different in flavor and you blinked when you realized it was your own, your tongue swiping over the small cut on your bottom lip. “Even Steven.” He chuckled against your cheek when he left open mouthed kisses down to your throat, his cool hands making their way beneath your top. He smoothed his palms along the slight curve of your stomach, and you took in a shuddering breath. Tasting both yours, and his blood on your tongue made your head spin and the beast inside you tried to crawl to the surface and in a mad dash to stuff it back down, your hands lifted from the sheets to raise to his back, claws tearing through his pajamas.
“Hey!” He laughed, arching, and shoving his hips into yours, earning a sharp whimper from your lips when you felt his hard length rub along the flimsy fabric of your panties, already damp with your slick. “I liked these.”
“I did too,” You murmured, turning your head to catch him in a kiss, this time more wary of your fangs when your hands move from his back to his front and tear the front buttons apart. He shrugged the top off, bestowing his fit torso for your hands to explore. You could feel lithe muscles beneath his skin, he had the body of a runner, after all.
“You aren’t scared of my fangs?” You questioned when he came up for air, kissing instead along your jaw with sharp inhales through his nostrils. “My claws?”
“Aww, kitty cat. You wouldn’t hurt me, would ya?” He asked with a grin against your skin, pushing his hips firmly against you and you breathed in a sharp hiss.
“Not purposefully…” You admitted, quite aware of how deeply your voice rumbled, a mixture of a growl and purr that started someplace deep in your chest.
“Mmm,” He hummed as if in thought, reaching down with his hands to caress along your hips, in a surprisingly slow movement as if he were trying to savor the feeling of your flesh against his. “I trust you.”
Those words, whether he meant it to or not, filled you with a deep warmth that had your throat squeeze up. He chuckled softly when he noticed a steady purr erupt from your lips after and his hands continued, hooking thumbs into the bands of your panties, just barely teasing them down. “Do you want me, kitten?” He murmured the question, and though he wore a smug smile, it seemed there was more there, the softest bit of pleading.
“I told you I did.” You responded softly, bringing a hand up to cup his cheek, his eyes closed at the touch, a tremble moving through him, and he exhaled slowly. “Tell me again,” He all but whispered.
“I want you, Peter.” You repeated and for good measure, rolled your hips against his earning a shuddering gasp and his blue eyes flinging back open to burn heatedly into your own.
He smiled and with that, yanked your panties down and away from your legs in a quick movement, and in the same, so did his pants. He laid over you naked, your eyes dropped to his hard, throbbing cock and you swallowed thickly. He flushed and chuckled when he reached to take the shirt you had just put on, bringing it up and over your head and tossing it into the pile of clothing that had gathered over time.
“Still have time to stop,” He muttered softly, his lips ghosting over yours. You quickly shook your head, cupping his face again to press a firmer kiss. “I want you, Peter. How many times do I have to tell you?”
Apparently, not again, because his cock positioned at your entrance. You were already soaking, and he sharply inhaled when the head of his swollen length ran along your folds, “Fuck… you really do.”
You could not help the smile that broke along your face, head tilting. “Did you not believe me?”
He smiled, bashfully, and honestly it was adorable. “You’re perfect.” He complimented you and your eyebrows rose, thinking of the parts of you that people normally wouldn’t call ‘perfect’, but his praise got another purr from you that he chuckled at, “I uh,” He pushed an inch into you, and you held your breath, “Kinda thought y’know – maybe you had some sort of crush on me.” His lips danced over your face, and you whimpered when bit by bit he entered you.
He shuddered when half of his length stilled inside you and twitched, your velvety warmth squeezing his shaft perfectly. “And you know,” He leaned his weight over you, kissing one, firm and enthusiastic kiss over your lips when he punched the rest of his hard cock inside you. Both of you were panting when the kiss broke, “I like you too.”
Your heart stuttered in your chest at the admission, and you opened your mouth to respond, but were quickly interrupted with instead of a sharp, broken up moan when his hips began to pump his throbbing member into you, setting a pace that had your hands grasping at his shoulders, pawing at him with wanton, needing whimpers.
“Fuck – you’re so tight!” He rasped, gritting his teeth. “Look at… at you, taking my – fuck – cock so good.”
The speed of his thrusts was just enough to hurt, but only in a way that was deliciously stinging, your legs wrapped tightly around his waist, tugging him deeper into your depths with the only sounds you could produce were gasps and whimpers.
He chuckled, kissing at your throat and cheeks, peppering affectionate kisses wherever his lips could reach. He was gentle there, while his hips were the opposite, hips smacking wetly against yours with a speed with only someone with his gift could achieve, at the very same time doing so in a way where he was not going to hurt you. You wondered if he could though, and that thought made your walls flex tightly around him and he grunted. “Fuck,” He rasped your name, “Do you know how long I’ve wanted this?”
You shook your head, and he kissed a moan from your mouth. “Ever since you started touching me, it was like something was drawing me to you, shit… I’ve wanted you so much.”
“You have – have me now.” You just manage to squeak out between his heavy thrusts, and he groans, trembling at your words. His pace picks up, not in speed, but in firmness, wet, loud, and naughty. It makes your face burn, but you love every moment.
“Did you haah… Did you want me too?” There is the subtle pleading in his blue eyes when he stares into yours and your hands raise to rest at his biceps, claws just barely grazing his skin and he groans in response, “Yes. Peter, I wanted you too-!” You are cut off with a swift, passionate kiss and his tongue rolls with yours, his hips smacking heavily, and a hand dips down between you both for his thumb to press against your swollen clit. He smirks against your mouth, and you jolt in surprise when his thumb begins to essentially vibrate with impressive speeds.
Your back arches off the bed with a strangled cry and his other arm wraps around your waist, clutching you to his chest while his head dips down to wrap his hot mouth around one of your hardened nipples, tongue swirling around the bud.
Your hands reach up to tangle through his silver hair and he trembles against you when your claws dance along his scalp, like you know he enjoys. “I want you to cum around my cock, KitKat. Fuck – cum for me baby, lemme see how good I’m making you feel.”
His raspy voice against your chest sends a tremble down your spine and your walls flutter around him, his teeth pinch around your nipple, and he moans haggardly for you, “Please, kitten. Cum for me.”
And so, you do, you bite down the tip of your tongue to keep yourself from tearing your teeth into his neck and let out a series of strangled moans and whimpers, your hips writhing against his in desperation. “Oh shit, oh fuck, yes.” His exhale is broken up with moans when you feel his cock throb wildly inside you, “I’m so close, baby, soso close! Can I cum inside you? Shit. Let me cum in you.”
Unable to produce words, you simply give a frantic nod and gasp in delight when his hips slow, stutter, and then firmly press you down into your mattress, a strangled whimpering groan parting his lips when he unloads within you.
As soon as you both come down, him halfway collapsed upon you, with deep pants he kisses you, and he kisses you repeatedly. You breathlessly giggle and return each one, sighing softly when he pulls his flaccid cock from inside you, and you find yourself missing the sensation. Warmth replaces that though when he pulls the blanket up over both of you, not bothering to dash back to his room to get a replacement shirt. You grin sheepishly, “Sorry about that.” You murmur quietly, glancing over at the torn-up fabric half crumpled up on the floor.
He laughs and shrugs a shoulder before pulling you against his chest, cradling your body to his and noses the crown of your head. “Worth it.”
“So, uh.” He murmurs, after a few long stretches of silence. His hands caress over your skin along your hips and you are surprised by the soft sting of bruises his fingers must have left behind. “So, when I said I liked you, I wasn’t being completely honest.”
Your eyes turned to him, wide and he winces at the hurt that flashes over your features. “Oh! No, no, no.” He quickly amends, shaking his head. You relax slightly, and then nod. “What is it?”
“I think I kind of…love you?” He says it like its more of a question and then hugs his arms a little tighter around your waist when you tense in surprise. He hides his face, but you catch the bashful, awkward smile before he does. “I understand, if you don’t, I mean. But I figured – who knows if I would have another chance like this one?”
There is a strange sensation within your chest, like something clicking in place, and the beast within you purrs in satisfaction, as if it were settling down for a rest and curled away behind its long, fluffy tail.
“I kinda love you too.” You murmur truthfully, feeling it within the rapid beat of your heart. His head lifts quickly, his blue eyes wide and something like adoration sparkling within the pools. His mouth stretches into a wide smile, but you only have a moment to admire it before his lips crash to yours, and he pulls you on top of him, his arms wrapping around your middle. His nude chest is against yours, and you can feel the rapid beat of his heart as well, beating just as quickly for you.