These are my snow covered dreams…this is me
She turned me into what I am today; she made me a better person. Not just mentally, but physically. I’ve got super strength and all the other shit, sure there’s the whole dealing with massive amounts of blinding pain during the change, but she keeps saying the pain will lessen, she never said it would stop, but then again I don’t imagine it ever
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“No more apologizing.” I say, almost saying sorry for it, but then realizing that she doesn’t want me to apologize. Nothing happened, I’m alive and fine. Things are going to be great.
She leans down and I try my best to meet her halfway and kiss her softly on the lips. “I’m fine baby, I promise. Just a minor flesh wound, you said it yourself, nothing can hurt me, well ok; things can hurt me, but they are not likely to kill me. I’m honestly starting to feel better already, now that I’ve got blood running through my veins, it’s vital you know.” I tease.
I really do feel better, and before something worse happens; I realize it’s time to propose. I need to do it before I wimp out and postpone it.
“Hey babe, where’s my jacket from earlier?” I ask, I remember taking it off in the bathroom. She picks it up off the floor and then hands it to me, “Thanks.” I say as I take the jacket and reach around in the pocket for it.
At first I don’t feel it, and I start to worry, maybe she saw it already and hid it, maybe she doesn’t want me to propose. That’s not it at all, she loves you. Look at her face, look into her eyes. Nobody’s ever looked at you like that. No one. Right; this is Laurel, the love of my life.
This timing sucks, but I don’t want to regret not doing it; I’m not invincible like she is. I’ll grow old and die one day; I’m not sure if she will, but I want to show her how much I care.
I pull the box out and then look at Laurel and then open the box, “Laurel, I love you more than anything in this world, more than life itself. I owe everything I am to you. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. You told me that wolves mate for life. I know this is a stupid human tradition, but I want to show you how much it can mean to you and what it’s like. I love you so incredibly much…” I start to say, trying to pick the right words; I’ve never done this before so it’s all new.
“Will you marry me?”
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Looking up at him, a puzzled expression on my face, my eyes are as if by magic called back to the box, everything still in slow motion. Pulling the box up closer, it is without a doubt the most beautiful ring I’d ever seen, and how he was able to chose one that fit my tastes perfectly. There were three stones, which in lycan mythology is our number. A large princess cut (square) in the middle, with a raised filigree setting, and on either side two triangle shaped diamonds supporting the large center diamond. It was breathtaking, and had to be incredibly expensive, not that what he spent was important, what was important was it was perfect.
In those moments that filled that silent awkwardness, my life flashed before me, much as humans report it does when they have a near death experience. My victim’s faces flashed before me, the blood and carnage, all I’d ever known, tilting my head as if to understand, there was no great realization, it was just a moving picture of my past replaying in my head.
“Lindsey,” my voice usually quiet, “I don’t know to say,” my head still lowered over this thing of beauty. Where the ‘powers that be’ attempting to give me change of heart, at this once mortal’s act of love. He’d have to compromise in so many ways as he became acclimated to the pack; there were so many more of us, and only one of him. A shy smile chose to tug my lips into place, as I lifted my head to look at him. I was a killer, and always would be, no conscience here; I’d kill for sport, for food, for the sheer pleasure of watching something die, that’s what we did. But I did love him, and the idea, and taking on a tradition or two of his, well they wouldn’t be quite so bad, and after all my parents did it so many centuries ago.
Carefully I placed the box back into his hands, then held out my left hand, fingers spread. “It’s beautiful Lindsey, you have incredible tastes. Put it on my please?” The shy smile curved into a wide grin, “Yes, I’ll marry you.”
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Those words were echoing in my ears. Clearly I had heard that wrong, she can’t be serious. She says she loves me, she said she’d do anything for me. Right, you idiot. How could it work? You two are so incredibly different, she’s so powerful, and well…you, are a mere mortal. Nothing compared to Laurel. Right… now; my inner thoughts, definitely not helping me out.
She’s spending so much time looking at the ring, memorizing it.
It could be yours Laurel, just say yes. It’s not hard.
Why would she want to compromise herself? For you? Remember…mere mortal?
This is definitely not how I planned it. In my head it was more of Laurel letting out a shriek and giggling when I pulled the box out. Her wrapping her arms around me and kissing me, telling me she loved me more than anything and that she would love to marry me. I wanted something big, a grand gesture; after all…hadn’t I just gone all out? Quit being such a fucking pussy! Get over it. It’s strictly puppy love for her.
No, that’s not true. Laurel loves me.
However, it was true. I did still have hope though, maybe she was processing it, it’s a lot to process. Or maybe I screwed up, but just popping the question now. Everyone says it’s supposed to be memorial and perfect, but isn’t the proposal memorial enough? Who needs all the other shi--?
“Yes, I’ll marry you.”
My thought process is cut-off when I hear her say that. The box is back in my hand and her left hand is out. Her perfect hand; I’d never seen anything so gorgeous before. I take her hand and kiss it and then take the ring out of the box sliding it onto her finger-it fits perfectly.
“I love you” I say softly.
I take a moment to look at the ring. The three stones were supposed to represent the past, present, and future. Our lives being tied together from here on out. I can’t help but have an ear to ear grin on my face, she said yes. She actually said yes.
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Twirling with my hand up to better catch the reflection, for now, I’m like a normal girl and the thoughts of a beautiful wedding flood my already racing brain. “We have to go to Greece, Lindsey. Would that be okay to go to Greece? And family do you have family that …” I stopped and turned and looked at him. “Family, Lindsey do you have family who should know?” My mind was off racing. Did he have family he might want to turn, and if not family he might …. So many things to think about, it was daunting but if mortal women could do this, so could I! I knew everyone would shit a brick if they saw me like this, I didn’t care he was my weakness.
“I love you, I love you, I love you,” I kept repeating, turning I took a small hop, leapt up my arms around his neck, and my legs around his waist, totally oblivious to any pain I might cause him. “I adore you, Lindsey,” I cooed into his ear.
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“Greece?” I ask tilting my head while looking at her. “What’s in Greece?” I ask. Of course, she probably has family there or something like that. “You mean get married in Greece? Just visit? Or have the honeymoon there?” I ask. “Well do you want all of that? I guess I should ask and see exactly what it is that you want? The whole entire thing? The big party? Big wedding?” Lindsey, you don’t have any friends. All you have is Laurel. That’s all I need.
“You, Laurel, are all the family I have and all the family I could ever need.” I say honestly. “Although my family and I don’t really get along, I moved out as soon as I was old enough to take care of myself.” I say. I left behind my family, if you could call them that. They didn’t mean anything to me. I didn’t need them. I couldn’t count on them-I only had myself.
But now I have Laurel.
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“You know one day, there might just be another member of your family,” I grinned patting my tummy, “one day we will want to have a cub won’t we?” Then I began thinking about not being able to make love to him, and it made me pout just a little, but he’d be a good dad, and my lips curled into a smile.
“We can have any kind of wedding you want, it can just be us, or well as long as I have you, that’s all that matters,” I cuddled more, and then I realized he’d just be wounded, it would have been mortally if he’d be human. Thank the goddess he was no longer human.
“Baby, are you feeling okay? How are you healing?”
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“Well I mean we don’t have to get married in a church or anything, I guess it’s just a gesture, two rings. I mean it’s not like we can go down to city and have them give us a piece of paper that says we’re married, we don’t need that.” I say with a smile.
“You are my family.” I say softly as I kiss her neck, god she’s so perfect. “A new member?” I ask hopeful, “Right now?” I ask, unable to stop the smile from going ear to ear. I never wanted kids before, family wasn’t really something I ever wanted, especially after realizing how fucked up mine was; but with Laurel. We would be awesome parents; the kid would be lucky to have us.
“We can do whatever you want, it’s the girls choice on the marriage and the arrangements and stuff. I mean we can do it together, but I just figured something small would be cool, I don’t really have any friends that I talk to or anything like that.” I say with a smile.
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“Family,” I repeat happily, “I like that idea, I like the idea of being a Mrs. of being yours of us, of oh well everything.” For the first time in my life, I’m not thinking of killing something, maybe I’m a bit softer now, I’m not quite sure but it really doesn’t matter not as long as I am his.
“Besides, I haven’t had you enough, not that I’d give it up if I were carrying a pup, its just, I enjoying you way too much baby,” an evil grin crosses my face, “I’m still going to take you shopping.”
Then I burst out giggling, ready to tease my Lindsey. I love the way that sounds, my Lindsey. “You did all of this just so you wouldn’t have to go shopping didn’t you. I’ve heard men hate it, but getting shot, Lindsey you really don’t want to go do you?” With that I fall over on him laughing.
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“Wait a second…you mean no sex once you get pregnant?” I ask. “Cuz if that’s the case, I’ll have to keep my shit locked up or something, cuz I’m not sure I can stop myself, you’re just so damn gorgeous.” I say as my hands slide over her back and then back to her ass. “I thought it made women hornier, which I mean; I’m ready for that.” I tease.
“Yes, that was my plan. Avoid shopping and keep you inside with me all day. I figured you would be all over me and not let me leave. So how’s my plan? Is it working?” I ask with a smile. “I mean I bought a ring, that was the closest thing to shopping as I can get, I’m scared now. Guns…bad.” I tease.
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“We might should eat something substantial before we well, eat. Your body is still a little weak, give it an hour, okay well at least five minutes.” I grinned tugging on him to pull him up and toward the kitchen.
“We haven’t christened the kitchen yet, and there are so many wonderful things we can do with food.” My eyebrows arched wickedly.
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“Food?” I ask and shake my head. “I don’t know if I’m hungry for anything of substantial value, I’m all about eating you.” I say as I follow her towards the kitchen, but stop to pull her against me as I kiss her neck and suck softly, nipping at her neck before I stop and look at her. “I could think of a couple of things we could do with food,” I say with a wink as we continue walking, its hard for me to keep my hands off of her, but I have to remember that the kitchen is our destination. The kitchen we are going to christen in about 4 minutes.
Once in the kitchen I pick Laurel up and set her down on the counter as I stand between her legs looking up at her with my hands sliding up her inner thighs. “God baby, you’re so gorgeous.” I say as I kiss her again, pulling back on her bottom lip as I let out a low playful growl. “So what kind of food did you have in mind? You are going to have to make a quick decision, I can’t wait much longer.” I say honestly.
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“Steak, you need some iron, you’ve lost a lot of blood, and yes baby you are eating something before you have at me, I don’t want you falling out on me, you might just be an evil super being, but each of us has our limits and since you won’t let me take you out to eat, we’ll just have to eat in.”
“Of course while you are eating I can do other things,” I smirked.
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“It’s not that I won’t let you take me out by the way. It has to do with you not able to hold it in if I start sliding my fingers against your legs and thighs and start fucking you at the table. People will know, and frankly I could care less, but I figure we can save us the time and trouble and do that here.” I say as my palm rubs against her crotch, adding just enough pressure to keep her wanting more. “I mean if you can wait, and you want to go out. That’s fine with me.” I say with a grin.
I smile at her and then move my hand away. “Other things while I eat? I mean I know that food and sex are all I think about, but both at the same time, if you’re doing stuff to me while I’m eating, I’m never going to eat. You have my full attention…always.” I say honestly as I lean in to kiss her again. “I love you baby.”
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Sliding off the table, I move in a rather sensual way to the refrigerator, open the door; grab a package of steaks, and some chocolate sauce walk back in the same manner and then place both items on the counter. “You don’t have to cook them, we can always eat them rare, if you’d prefer.” Hands now free, I begin to undress what little clothes he still has on, grinning impishly, I know exactly where I’m going to put the chocolate sauce, and I tingle at the thought, as my idea begins to take form, and expand.
“MMMM chocolate Lindsey,” I purr waiting for his decision on the steaks.
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I can't help but raise a brow as she pulls out chocolate syrup, that shit is straight out of porno. Is she really going to? There's no way...that's so fucking hot. She asks something about steak. "Huh? Yeah, right. We can worry about the steak later." I say and then let out a moan as she pulls the cholate syrup on me and moves to lick it. "Fuck me..." I say as I feel the difference from the cold syrup and her warm tongue.
"We can eat later. Right now, this is what I need and want you. Just you, and well maybe some chocolate, but that can wait until later." I say letting out another moan.
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Kneeling, my eyes focusing in on him, then looking down and this incredible cock I called mine, my tongue slowly traced the chocolate, up to his pubic hairs and then back to the head. Syrup bottle still in my hand, I stood up, held the bottle over my swollen tits and made all kinds of lines, moving the bottle over, I repeated the same movements over his cock which was sticking out twitching, and now a darker colour from the previous chocolate.
“How do you want me to fuck you baby?” I grinned swiping my index finger over his shaft in one quick movement and then sticking my finger in his mouth for him to suck.
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