Panic and Apologies
1060 Words
"What's got you so excited?" Muttered Nathan as he trudged in through the front door and tossed his briefcase to the floor.
Her lack of response made him loudly slam the door shut, knowing she hated it when he did that.
"Huh?" She asked distractedly as she surfed through the television stations, searching for a re-run of the game she had missed. Her favourite team played earlier in the day while she was out shopping and she was eager to know the results of the game.
He frowned at the lack of attention and sat beside her on the couch. "The house stinks of your joy," he grumbled like the scent of his mate's happiness was upsetting him and placed his socked feet on her thighs as he stretched and yawned loudly.
Claire ignored his grumpiness and instead focused on finding her game.
Another show talking about the king's announcement flashed over the screen and Nathan flinched violently, startling her.
"What's wrong?" She asked, worriedly as he sat up and glared at her.
"Your heart rate just spiked," he accused with narrowed eyes and snatched the remote from her.
"Hey!" She protested and tried to grab it, "give it back Nathan! I was here first and I need to watch my game!"
He stopped on the channel talking about the King and stared at her intensely as she stared back at him with confusion.
"What's this about?" She asked tiredly as she looked between him and the screen.
"That's what getting you excited?" He asked pointing at the screen with the remote, "King handsome looking for his mate?" He spat with a sneer.
"Everyone's excited about it, Nathan," she argued as she snatched the remote and continued searching for her game.
She made a small noise of triumph when she finally found it and settled in to watch the match.
"How do you feel?"
"Right now? I'm losing my patience with you," she said with a thoughtful expression, her gaze firmly on the glowing screen.
"No, I'm talking about Octavius..."
"King," she corrected, sharply, feeling confused as to why she was so touchy about it. "He earned that title so you better use it."
Nathan rolled his eyes, "how do you feel about him coming for his mate? Does it feel like your heart is racing or do you feel flush when you think about him?" He asked, sounding uncharacteristically serious.
She turned to look at him with furrowed eyebrows and eyed him, observing how worried and slightly panicked he looked then sighed.
"I love you, Nathan," she assured him and she clutched his hand in a gentle hold, the commentator's voice blaring away in the background.
"I know. I know you love me and I know you'll never leave me but I..." He paused as the words got stuck in his throat.
"What?"
"I don't know," he answered with a frustrated groan and glanced off to the side. "You're the best thing to ever happen to me," he confessed and her eyes softened, "and I don't know how I could ever live without you."
She cradled his jaw with one of her hands and slowly turned his head so she was staring into his warm brown eyes, "you won't ever have to, my love. I swear on my life that as long as I am your mate, I will never leave you or walk away from us. When I said my vows, I made a promise to you, myself and the Goddess, and I don't ever intend to break them."
Claire surged forward and pressed her lips against his, her hands wrapping around his neck to draw him closer.
Nathan responded with as much eagerness as he placed his hands on her waist and pushed her back until she was laying down with him on top of her.
Claire smiled into the kiss as their lips moved against each other and gently played with the soft hairs on the back of his head, knowing how much he enjoyed it.
He grew bolder as his hands crawled under her blouse and began kneading the flesh of her torso, pushing the material higher and exposing more of her skin to the cool air.
Claire sighed softly through her nose and went pliant in his exploring hands, intent on enjoying the moment and eagerly looking forward to what was to come next.
Nathan pulled away briefly to ease her top off of her and just as he leaned in to reconnect their lips a sudden burst of noise from the television made her turn, causing his puckered lips to land on her cheek.
He pulled away with a disgruntled frown and glared down at her. "What the hell, Claire, we were getting to the good part," he whined as he stuck his face into her neck and began to nip at the sensitive area, hoping to draw her away from the game.
She batted him away, her eyes intently trained on the screen, "my team just scored and I missed it! I'm not going to miss the next goal so you'll just have to wait until the game is over."
"Claire!"
"Dinner's in the fridge, get it when you're ready," she said with a distracted wave as she pushed his pouting form off her and sat up to focus on the screen, too engrossed in what she was watching to put on her shirt or pay attention to his whining.
He stalked off to the kitchen to get his food after trying and failing to get her attention and she made a mental promise to apologize later in bed.
The game was just too important to miss.
Heavy breathing filled the quiet room as the couple came down from their high, the female more out of it than the male.
"You're forgiven," Nathan said to Claire as she snuggled into his sweaty body and kissed the top of her head.
She chuckled at how breathless he sounded and closed her eyes to get some rest.
Werewolves were rowdy and energetic in everything they did which usually left her (the human in the relationship) tired and sore in the end, though she always enjoyed herself.
"Good night, Nathan," she whispered to her partner as sleep began to pull her under its gentle waves.
"Good night, Claire." He whispered back and everything went silent.
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