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Elizabeth couldn’t imagine why Sawyer would be so sure that a child born a few hours ago was so incredible that people would be in awe of her, but she knew he wasn’t going to offer any more information than he had already given.
She turned away from him, but pressed her back against him and moved his arm around her so that she was comfortable.
He stopped himself making another comment about what Klara would think if she accidentally caught a glimpse of them embracing; he wasn’t even upset, and he didn’t think it was fair to make fun of Klara for the way she had responded to living on her own when there were plenty of things he had found difficult to adjust to. It was just surprising that Elizabeth seemed to care so much, and he hadn’t expected her to consider how her cousin might feel in this situation.
She tried to make herself comfortable by pulling his arm further around her, and it left him frustrated again.
“You aren't making it easy for me to behave myself; it drives me crazy when you push yourself up against me like that."
That was obvious enough, but she nudged his arm so that his hand rested on her breast rather than moving away from him.
He whispered her name, and it wasn't clear whether he was trying to warn her to stop teasing him, or asking her for permission to carry on.
She moved her underwear to the side without explanation and bit her lip to stay quiet when he squeezed her breast softly and played with her n****e as his other hand moved down to move his own clothes out of the way.
He paused for a moment, enjoying the way her chest was heaving beneath his hand as she waited for him.
He considered withholding himself from her, just to make sure she understood how ridiculous it was to consider the idea of remaining completely celibate to avoid embarrassing her cousin, but he found her too tempting to resist when she made a barely audible whimper that was, apparently, her way of telling him she didn't want to wait anymore.
He smiled, even though she couldn't see that, and brought his hand up from her chest to cover her mouth.
"If you're not careful, you're going to make too much noise."
He didn't need to say that aloud. He had chosen to,because she was in no position to argue with him.
He moved his hand away from her mouth as he entered her from behind, and it was too late for her to stifle the moan she had assumed he would suppress on her behalf.
His hand was still resting on her neck; it was not a threat, and he was not trying to choke her or hurt her, but it made her feel compelled to do what he asked, and she took shallow breaths to stop herself from making any further noise.
He was moving slowly, enjoying the way she pushed back against him and how hard she had made him without having to try.
The feeling of her quickened pulse was intoxicating beneath his fingertips and he guessed that she would find it impossible to stay so quiet if he stopped holding back.
He tested the theory, thrusting into her with a little less self restraint to see how she would respond.
She tightened, and he was distracted enough by how wet she was and how incredible she felt that his instincts took over.
He pushed her onto her back with more force than necessary and she wrapped her legs around him before he had a chance to tell her what to do.
"Elizabeth…"
…I love you."
He was surprised that she had said anything coherent, let alone that. This wasn't supposed to be about love, but it was overwhelmingly what he felt now he was looking at her and he was glad that he had chosen to come back to rest.
He wound his fingers through her hair, and kissed her gently before she dug her nails into his back and the tender moment was transformed into something less innocent.
She wasn’t sure why she had said it, but he had been so intense when he pushed her onto her back, and it caught him off guard; when he smiled at her, and then kissed her softly with his hands tangled in her hair, Elizabeth was experiencing his sincere reaction to being reminded that she really did love him.
She expected him to be gone when she woke up in the morning, but he was still lying in bed beside her even though he was awake.
“What time is it?” she rubbed her eyes, and looked around for a clock even though she knew there wasn’t one in the room.
“I have no idea. Not too late - Klara is awake, but she’s not been up for that long. Why? Do you have somewhere to be today?”
“Obviously not; I thought you would have been back with Francesca by now.”
He looked awkwardly away from Elizabeth and she sat up, thinking back over everything he had said to her and how he had been acting whenever she mentioned Francesca.
She wondered whether she would find out the truth today, or if she was going to have to put up with him acting like this for weeks.
“I told Jonas to send for me if they need me. I’m not going to show up uninvited; I don’t want to bother them.”
“Maybe he’ll bring the baby over later?”
“I don’t think so, Elizabeth. They won’t want to risk people seeing her until they are ready."
Sawyer noticed a smile flicker across Elizabeth's lips, and he was confused by it until she sat up straighter beside him in bed and folded her arms across her chest.
"Do you know what I spent my time doing while you were living with Selene? After I found out you weren't actually dead, I mean."
"What does that..."
"...reading," she interrupted him. "I spent my time reading, because I thought that if I understood everything about who you are, and what you are, I might stand more of a chance in this world."
"Why are you telling me this?"
"Because I know about white wolves, Sawyer."
Her eyes were sparkling as she waited to see whether she was right, and Sawyer looked shocked for a moment confirming what she had already figured out.
He sighed, and she thought he might give her a lecture or try to lie to her but he smiled at her warmly.
"I don't know why I even try to keep things from you; I have no idea how you put it together, but you're right. Just... please don't tell anybody about this. We don't know how people are going to react, and it could put her in danger."
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