he’s stressed out, and it’s obvious. he only does that thing with his fingers when he’s s t r e s s e d. loud SNAPS of fingers and CRACKS of knuckles echo through the room as he paces the room. his footsteps are even, but his heart rate is not… IF they can hear that it’s not obvious, because nobody seems to stop him from his nervous antics. but, that BACK and FORTHpattern of footsteps and fingers should be annoying someone, right??
“Can you stop that already? I’m trying to study here, and you’re making it really hard.” As if the frustrations rattling in his head weren’t bad enough, he has to express them physically? With a huff, she closes the book over her pencil and half-turns in her chair to stare at him. “You want to tell me what’s wrong, or are you just going to drive me up the wall til one of us snaps?”
She made sure to put off a little extra heat for him, and laughed into his shoulder. “Silly Isaac.”
all he can do is curl closer with a soft purring noise as she gets warmer; the opposite of the werewolf he was. a huge smile was glued on his face as his legs tangled with hers.
“ You’re warmmmm… ”
“Just for you,” she whispered into his skin. She tucked her knees up and snuggled closer still. “Don’t let go.”
“You’re so warm,” she murmured drowsily. She turned her head to kiss his cheek and giggled a little. “You’re worse than the cat. What is it with you and cuddling, anyway? Are you making up for back then?” She clasped her hands over his at her waist, running light fingertips up and down his arm.
“ You’re warm tooooo,” he whispered as he pulled her closer, nuzzling further into her neck. The kiss make him hum with content; his fingers on her waist making their way under the hem of her shirt, just rubbing them over her skin in an affectionate way.“I just like affectionnnn.” Her fingers on his arms made Isaac shiver and laugh lightly, like they tickled in the smallest way.
She loved his laugh, and kept brushing his arms to make him keep laughing. “Mmmmmm.” She kissed his hair, then, and anything else she could reach. “Precious Isaac.”
Summer cornered Isaac near the locker rooms on the last day of school before Christmas break. She pulled a soft, awkwardly wrapped package out of her backpack and shoved it at him, then kissed him quickly. “Merry Christmas. Call me.”
“ cuddle with me. please?? it’s christmas & you look really cute in my old hoodie. ”
she really did look nice in his clothes. they were all baggy & adorable on her seeing as they always seem to fall loosely off her shoulders in the way that made him adore her even more.
“I’ll always cuddle with you, babe.” The hoodie comment made her blush a little; it was huge on her, reinforcing the way she always felt with Isaac: safe and protected. She tucked herself into his arms, sleeves flopping over her hands, and rubbed her face against his shoulder. “Happy Christmas,” she whispered.
