The dream ended so gracefully. Sometime in it she imagined even introducing Leas to her pack mother, and some of her surviving littermates. And they were all stupidly understanding about Leas’s strange wizardly self. They even let him join the pack and whatever. And without any questions whatsoever. She woke up when the sunlight hit her closed lids, tickling them to open with its bright warmth.
Groaning, she turned to cuddle up her face into something soft on the surface, but very hard the deeper she cuddled. The strong sweet aroma ripped her eyelids apart and she had her face full of someone’s chest. She literally could see the nearly blond hair follicles of this person’s chest. Her heart dropped heavily on her chest, afraid to look at the person’s face in fear of being right on her assumption. If she pretended, she didn’t know, maybe the problem would go away. But his damn scent, different from any other male she met, indicated her brain cells and told her who wrapped their arms so tenderly around her. Who snuggled over her while his chin rested on her head. It drew the face on her head before she could even visually confirm it...
The tattoos alone were enough to prove who it was. Leas continued sleeping, not disturbed by the way her form went rigid against him from the shock. He barely even moved except to adjust the slight gap that was created between them from her shuffling.
He must’ve woken up and sleepily got on the bed sometime in the night. Failing to remember that she was on this bed in the first place...and being a chronic sleep cuddler, this is why they are here in the first place.
A rational thought but she started to suspect that he purposely did this to try to tease her more. He might even claim that sometime in the night that she asked him to come to bed, which would be untrue on so many levels.
Why her mind ran rampant with these negative suspicions eludes her. It is out of character for him to do this to further make her uncomfortable. Believing that he did this out of pure ignorance, was the case before when he cuddled her in her wolf form.
Still, she nervously hyperventilated, her mind overloaded by all the possibilities. Thinking of a way to escape this without waking him, or even being bold enough to kiss him while he slept.
What is she? A pervert?
None of it was acceptable...ending with just sinking into the cuddling and enjoying the moment. It shouldn’t last forever but she liked every minute that passed. Admitting to it left a scowl on her face, conflicted with her feelings. She doesn’t think it is right to take advantage of an unconscious adult. But she didn’t know what else she should be doing?!
Wake him!? Dummy! Her heart thudded, out of sync to his heartbeat. Wanting to kiss every little curve of his chest, wanting to nibble on the very exposed neck, then kiss along his fuzzy jawline till her lips found his lips once again. A very naughty attempt to wake him and totally not a respectful way to do it.
“Leas...” She whispered meekly, touching his bare bicep with the tip of her finger and poking the muscle. She expected that to wake him but it did no such thing. The comforter around him must make him feel so warm and safe that not even a poke will wake him.
Screw this! Idonea snarled under her breath, shimmying so that she could slip under his hold. The sense of movement made him involuntarily hug her harder, keeping her in place.
NO MORE! Angered by his chronic cuddling, she placed both her hands on his chest and pushed away, first two times gently to maybe get him to release her. Didn’t work. Last try she pushed hard, his iron strength unwavering. “LOKI’S BALLS! Leas, how much do you really workout!?”
Leas grumbled, disturbed by her exclamation, only to pin her down to the bed with him on top of her. He rested his head on her chest, snuggling up to her and his arms around her waist now. Her head screamed more profanities than allowed in any media. Promising to end his child-bearing career right then and there.
There is no way a normal human can overpower a werewolf in their sleep...no way. As furious as she started to get, her visage was filled with the very adorable Leas dozing off. His cheek rested on her right breast, oblivious of the current situation. His soft snoring and the twitch of the corner of his lip as if he was dreaming something amazing was so hard to disturb.
It shaved her furious rage by half, now only scowling enough to show displeasure. But her hand, for lack of better judgment, reached for his soft wavy hair and petted it. It betrayed her outer attempt to avoid this situation, sinking into this lovely dream further. The softness of his waves amazed her, it was very different in texture compared to what she expected. It was very unlike her coarse hair from all the salt drying it up from the trawling work she had done in those years. In fact, her prominent muscles showed her active lifestyle, making her look more gruff than feminine. How could he ever even find her attractive when she readily looked like she could outperform him on a bench press?
It just didn’t make sense to her. Men of this era wanted petite housewives who could barely unscrew a pickle jar. Their meek little forms make a man feel superior, right? Even better when that man can protect her.
The insecurities drove her up the wall, removing her hand away from his blond locks. Feeling extremely unworthy to touch him all of the sudden.
She didn’t realize that when she stopped petting him it would wake him. He groaned aggravatingly, grumbling something about ‘being cheated from pets’. He released her, stretching out his long limbs, she got the whole show of him stretching out each muscle. Somewhere within all the moaning and stretching did he realize his current situation. Glancing at her, then him, then back at her, his blond eyebrows shot up at one point. Then he shimmied a few inches away, reverifying with sight alone what was going on before slapping his hands over his freckled face in embarrassment.
“I’m sorry...I....should have mentioned it....I’m an extreme sleep cuddler.”
The horrified expression was the first she ever saw in him, showing authentic emotions. All this time she had witnessed either a smile or a frown, but now he was genuinely apologetic. No games, he didn’t mean to do this, and she had witnessed first-hand before how true that statement was.
“I know.” She blurted, noticing soon after the confused glance that she earned from that. “I mean-!? It was amazing how you didn’t even wake up when I yelled!”
“Oh...man....you yelled? I need to tie myself down next time.” He chuckled, sitting right up and stretching his arms. Whatever guilt he felt was thrown out the window, showing how easily he recovered from embarrassment. He now loomed over her. Her heart pitter-pattered when she caught the whiff of longing, and how dark his eyes got locking her eyes with him. “I was hoping we could cuddle on a more mutual level...someday.”
“Hmm...you got really cute at the end that I couldn’t help but pet your head...you only woke up when I stopped.” Nea nearly choked from what she just blurted out, noticing how her words affected him. His longing grew in the air, and he positioned himself on top of her once more. Caging her in his arms, he looked down at her with a smile so bright and hiding the raunchier intentions beneath it. She isn’t stupid, almost thrilled to be underneath him if it wasn’t for the nagging thought in her head.
“Cute? In that case...keep petting me.” He dared, a proposition that could either have an innocent ending or a raunchy beginning. She didn’t know which she preferred in the haze of all her conflicted feelings. Her yellow eyes tried to move away, but no matter where she looked, her senses were still overwhelmed by the lust. It screamed at her, rocking her very core to act.
“D-don’t you think you’re a bit too old for head pats?” She stuttered, dizzy from all the sensual tension. Why is she trying so hard to stop it?
What would happen if she allowed it? Would she really be unable to move on? The fear of having her heart hurt from ending this as soon as it starts makes her unable to further this relationship.
What she didn’t expect was for him to lose patience, nuzzling her neck and grumbling. Every word tickled her neck and made her spine tingle for the wrong reasons, “You’re wrong. There was never an age limit...”
“O-okay...” She stuttered again, going for what he commanded like a spoiled little brat that he was. Her hand reached for his head and petted the very loose wavy hair. What she didn’t expect was for him to enjoy it.
He hummed and nuzzled more of her neck. It was like petting a cat with the way he got into it, a cute side of him. And she kept up with it for a while longer until she started to smell the longing again. Leas found himself positioned with her straddling his waist, and his lips started touching the sensitive skin on her neck. A gasp escaped her lips, and she froze her petting, “L-Leas?”