Summer ruffled Isaac’s curls before taking his arms and drawing him toward the bathroom again. “You are not getting a list right now. Right now we’re going to take a /short/ shower and you’re going to behave and not tease and then we’re going to get Mexican.” He grinned widely. “Because you love Mexican.”
Wriggling into Summer’s hand as his fingers moved through his hair, Isaac smirked playfully and allowed his boyfriend to take the lead, laughing. “So bossy, but I love you anyway. And I do love Mexican, but not as much as you.” He hummed and pressed a kiss to his cheek, before moving to turn the shower on.
True to his word, Summer clamped an iron control over himself, watching Isaac as little as possible. He washed himself with still-familiar efficiency and climbed out quickly, wrapping a towel around his waist and staring at himself in the foggy mirror.
“Just as if we didn’t already do that earlier.” The words were snarky, but the tone was gentler, teasing. “That’s one of the things I love best about you — you never lose that wonder, that amazement, at what’s between us.”
“One of the things, huh? Maybe I should demand a list?” He laughed aloud and twisted around to face him, pressing a quick kiss to his lips. “I guess it’s just still feels so new and like a dream to me, even now.”
Summer ruffled Isaac’s curls before taking his arms and drawing him toward the bathroom again. “You are not getting a list right now. Right now we’re going to take a /short/ shower and you’re going to behave and not tease and then we’re going to get Mexican.” He grinned widely. “Because you love Mexican.”
The empath pressed a brief kiss to Isaac’s shoulder. “Quit worrying,” he smiled. “Come in the shower with me, and stop fretting over every little thing.”
“I’m a worrier.” He shrugged and leaned back into the kiss, a wide smile stretching across his lips at the offer. “Yeah? I’d like that a lot, Summer.”
“Just as if we didn’t already do that earlier.” The words were snarky, but the tone was gentler, teasing. “That’s one of the things I love best about you — you never lose that wonder, that amazement, at what’s between us.”
“Isaac,” Summer sighed. “It’s just lunch. We’re just going to nip out for a bite to eat and hang out outside the house a little.” He reached out at patted the werewolf’s shoulder. “You don’t have to make it something special every time, you know.”
Disappointment clouded his features before he smiled sheepishly, nodding as he lowered his head. “I…sorry. I just get so excited,” he mumbled then, pushing into Summer’s hand as it pressed into his shoulder. “Forgive me?”
The empath pressed a brief kiss to Isaac’s shoulder. “Quit worrying,” he smiled. “Come in the shower with me, and stop fretting over every little thing.”
“Ugh, delivery Mexican? No. Absolutely not.” He rolled out of bed, arms and legs everywhere, and straightened with a stretch. “You don’t want to go out to eat, that’s fine, but no on the delivery Mexican.” He made a yucky noise.
“You…want to go out with me?” He visibly hesitated and gazed over with wide eyes, genuinely pondering it over as he tried not to get distracted by his boyfriend’s body. “I’d like that.”
“Isaac,” Summer sighed. “It’s just lunch. We’re just going to nip out for a bite to eat and hang out outside the house a little.” He reached out at patted the werewolf’s shoulder. “You don’t have to make it something special every time, you know.”
“Mexican. I’ve got a craving for cheese dip.” Summer pushed gently at Isaac. “But we’re going to have to take another shower, and you’ll have to lend me some clothes. I don’t think anything I own is going to fit me anymore … “
“That’s okay — how about I phone and place an order while you shower?” He scooted away obediently and sat back on his knees, not all bothered about getting dressed just yet as he awaited his boyfriend’s response.
“Ugh, delivery Mexican? No. Absolutely not.” He rolled out of bed, arms and legs everywhere, and straightened with a stretch. “You don’t want to go out to eat, that’s fine, but no on the delivery Mexican.” He made a yucky noise.
“Does that mean we can eat? Because I’m quite sure that being with you doesn’t make my stomach gnaw, and it’s gnawing.”
“Gnawing, huh? Well, we can’t have that, can we?” He chuckled softly and stretched, fond eyes locking with his boyfriend’s. “What are you in the mood for?”
“Mexican. I’ve got a craving for cheese dip.” Summer pushed gently at Isaac. “But we’re going to have to take another shower, and you’ll have to lend me some clothes. I don’t think anything I own is going to fit me anymore … “
The empath stroked the werewolf’s hair, easing fingers through the curls. “Shhh,” he repeated. “I don’t want to eat you up, then I wouldn’t have you anymore.”
“I love you so much, Summer,” he breathed out, relaxing slowly at the gentle caresses as fingers lightly threaded in his hair, and he pressed a kiss to the inside of his boyfriend’s wrist. “You’ll always have me, I promise.”
“Does that mean we can eat? Because I’m quite sure that being with you doesn’t make my stomach gnaw, and it’s gnawing.”
“Isaac!” Summer reached out and grabbed his hands, heedless of the claws. “Shhh. Don’t do that.” He bit his tongue on the next thought — I will fight you if you force me, especially like this. Reaching up, he cupped Isaac’s cheek. “No more right now. I’ll stop teasing you. Anyway I’m hungry,” he offered a smile, “and I can’t eat you.”
He stilled immediately at the contact, fangs and claws shrinking until a pair of wide and sad human eyes regarded Summer’s. “I’m so sorry…” He croaked out and moved gently, slowly, burying his face in the crook of his boyfriend’s neck, shivering as he pressed a kiss to his skin. “You could try,” he added on in an attempt to lighten the mood, blunt nails caressing the other male’s sides.
The empath stroked the werewolf’s hair, easing fingers through the curls. “Shhh,” he repeated. “I don’t want to eat you up, then I wouldn’t have you anymore.”
Summer exaggerated his expression even more, eyebrows rising and biting at his lip. “Yes?”
“You’re going to make me want to take you again and you have to be sore…I…oh, Summer…” He clenched his jaw and whimpered, lowering his head as the wolf took over and his claws elongated, scratching at the bed-sheets. “I can’t control it right now…”
“Isaac!” Summer reached out and grabbed his hands, heedless of the claws. “Shhh. Don’t do that.” He bit his tongue on the next thought — I will fight you if you force me, especially like this. Reaching up, he cupped Isaac’s cheek. “No more right now. I’ll stop teasing you. Anyway I’m hungry,” he offered a smile, “and I can’t eat you.”