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Wolf Legend - Part XIV

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14. Breaking Ground

Twigs and leaves crunched loudly under Andrews' large paws. Animals all over scamper away to save their lives as the beast of the forest-the ultimate hunter-prowled slowly through the trees. But today, he was not the animal he was intended to be. Today he was a calm and gentle wolf, making the most out of civil conversation; taking a stroll with its favorite human of all.
Andrew and Rabeka had spent an entire day talking about his past and everything there was to know about werewolves. She knew it all, and there was much more to learn. By now both felt completely comfortable around each other, even with Andrew in his werewolf form. It had not distracted or dissolved their conversations one bit, and Rabeka no doubt had grown accustom to seeing a large eight foot werewolf walking at her side.
Despite what could have been a complete awkward and frightening experience, the day turned out to be one of the highlights of Andrew's life, and possibly Rabeka's too. Andrew had answered all of her questions, mostly involving his pack days before they made the choice to be outdated and hateful towards humanity.
Andrew didn't like talking about his past, especially the pack who betrayed him, but doing so only comforted him in knowing his life was significantly better without them, regardless of the mess he was now in.
All thoughts and troubles with the mob by now had been long forgotten. A perfect break from it all, however irresponsible it was. They both knew danger was waiting for them after all this was over, so they delayed the return home as much as possible. They refused to let destiny take over their lives, so for now, a walk in the woods would do.
Rabeka skipped across the small dirt path they had been circling. She grabbed onto his thick pelt as he walked beside her, on all fours. Andrew didn't mind doing so in this form however, walking on all fours was something his wolf form was intended for.
Rabeka eyes seemed to never leave Andrew, darting all over to inspect the powerful beast walking beside her. She smiled with awe as she eagerly listened to him speak. His voice was the same, however a little lower than normal. There was a deep boom to it, no doubt due to his size. Andrew was enormous! From the tip of his tail to the end of his muzzle he was easily almost the length of a car. Even though she had known him as a werewolf for just a few days, she now felt she knew him her whole life.
"So, there's something I still don't understand," Rabeka asked, reaching over to snap a twig off of a passing tree. She noticed Andrew's ear twitched backwards towards the sound. She smiled.
"What's that?" Andrew asked.
"Why couldn't you have just gone and lived with your cousins? Ya know, the ones that accepted humans?"
"I guess I could have. But, their pack was never into causing family distress. They probably would have turned me away for fear of my pack attacking theirs. No pack members can ever switch tribes."
"Oh, not even an extended visit?"
"I was the only one who ever really visit other packs. I guess once I learned about their ways, my views changed on mine. Pack members of mine were never curious to hear other opinions."
"Close minded," Rabeka agreed.
"Very. In fact, the few multiple pack gatherings we had were intense. Very uncomfortable reunions. They often led to huge fights over right and wrong of pack living, the how-to's of raising children, the human factor, etc.."
"Just old man bickering?" she teased.
"No, I mean literally. Physical fights," Andrew corrected.
"Oh."
"They thought our cousins were an abomination to our race, but when really..."
"Your pack was," she jumped in, finishing his thought.
Andrew smiled, "Yes. Sad, but true."
"Still, you never asked to go move there?"
"No. I would be ridiculed and tormented like crazy. Pack families stay together, period. I could go visit, but never retain a permanent residence there. They wouldn't take me either. Once in a pack, always in a pack. The only real escape is death. Or... you successfully run away like I did," he chuckled.
"Don't real packs have lone wolves?" Rabeka asked, throwing the twig she had grabbed back out into the woods.
Andrew chuckled again. He loved answering her questions.
"Well, we are similar to real packs, but carrying a secret as dangerous as we have, we can't risk someone being on their own. Something might happen to them, get caught during the change, or in their anthro form, and without the protection of the pack, our secret might get out."
"So, your family is only protecting their kind by finding you?"
"If you put it that way, yes," Andrew said, "But for selfish reasons. Probably first and foremost to kill me because of my lack of loyalty to Stephan."
"I'm really starting to hate that guy," she said, shaking her head.
"Join the club."
"Do you think they'll find you?" she asked.
"I don't know. Big city, lots of smells. It's easy to hide here. I changed my last name, and there are thousands of Andrew's on Manhattan Island alone, would seem to be hard work for my pack to find me. Especially having to be so close to humans in general. They'd hate it, and that makes me happy. At least it'll make them suffer while they search."
"What would you do if they did find you here?" she asked, she held her grip more tightly on his fur.
Andrew slowed his walking pace slightly.
"I'd probably have to leave."
"But... we might anyway, because of me." Rabeka said, mournfully, suddenly being reminded of Mel.
"Hey, don't worry about it. We'll deal with it as it happens," Andrew said calmly turning his head back to her.
"We keep saying that, but we aren't prepared for when it does. I feel so irresponsible. I mean, we just left, when we should have dealt with it."
"Yeah, but how?" Andrew asked, coming to a stop and finally standing up.
Rabeka shrugged and kicked a rock that was out in front of her.
"What's wrong?" Andrew asked, leaning in closer.
Rabeka slumped down onto a tree stump and put her hands to her face. Andrew had officially killed the fun they were having. He lowered his head and slowly sat down next to her, gently putting his large arm around her. Rabeka fell back into his torso.
"I don't want to go back. I wish I could stay out here forever, with "
Andrew smiled at the thought. What a great life that would be. Andrew moved down to the ground and sat his large head down in her lap. Almost instantly she began to pet his head, stroking his ears back. He smiled more and more with each gentle stroke she gave him.
"But, today was a great day wasn't it?" he asked.
"Yes," Rabeka simply said.
It was a great day, one for the journal for sure! Being able to walk in his true skin in front of a human. It was simply unheard of for their kind! He had just made history for his race.
Rabeka sat back, taking his hands off his head and resting them in her lap.
"But, the day is over," Rabeka said, observing the sun beginning to set.
"We'll get through this, don't worry," Andrew said, nuzzling his head further into her torso, and shuffling the lose soil under his front paws.
What's the next move? he thought. Running and hiding was the most irresponsible thing they could do-did-but what now? He would have to face them. If they proved to never give up on one girl, they would never give up. Andrew and Rabeka were backed into a corner with every chance of living a normal life shredded.
"Maybe we should leave the city," she whispered. Andrew could tell by her tone it wasn't what she wanted to do.
Andrew gently cocked his head up at her, "Maybe."
The thought of leaving everything he had worked so hard to establish left a knot in his stomach. He knew he would do anything for her, but running away would hurt him almost more than it would hurt her.
"I don't want to run though, I've been running my whole life," she said.
All this sounded familiar to Andrew. They were going in circles deciding between what they want, and what needs to happen. Andrew sighed knowing he would ultimately need to make the final decision. He wanted to be with Rabeka, this was certain, and he knew she wanted the same.
Time to make a choice.
Andrew lifted his head up and stared out to the sunset. Even for a wolf, Rabeka could see emotion on his face. She gently set her hand on his back.
"What are you thinking about?" Rabeka asked.
Andrew let a long thoughtful sigh.
"If we fight, there's a good chance we could end this for good."
"Yeah?" Rabeka asked, anxiously, shocked that he'd even suggest fighting after all he had done to avoid it. She leaned forward a bit. Andrew looked back amused in her sudden interest.
"But, I would have to do this completely clean."
Rabeka shook her head in confusion. "What do you mean?"
"No werewolf."
"H-how?"
"I can control it. I'll just use whatever strength I can get without fully shifting... and take them out."
Every fight Andrew had been into with pack members always started in human form, and ended in a wolf form. It was inevitable he would face a great challenge in attempting this. He had been shot before, and it took every ounce of energy to avoid changing then, so it was possible.
"Take them out? I thought you said wouldn't kill?"
The hair on Andrew's neck started to rise a bit.
"I... won't," he said, closing his eyes. He couldn't believe he had to actually think about it. The wolf in him was a natural killer, so obviously, this type of danger would tempt him. Breaking the mans forearm was the first sign of the type of violence Andrew could almost enjoy.
"I'll just send them a message, that if they do mess with me... I will."
Rabeka got chills as Andrew said that.
"Really?" she asked, raising both eyebrows with surprise, "you'd do that?"
Andrew cringed at the thought of taking a human life. He instantly envisioned his pack standing before him, as if saying 'I told you so.'
"I mean it, only in self defense. I won't become a cold-blooded killer," he replied, hoping that any sort of wolf attack would look like self defense. He knew blood would be an issue. It was addicting, but unlike his pack, he had never before tasted human flesh. He wasn't sure what it would do to him.
Rabeka nodded, a smile formed at the thought of Mel being ripped apart by a large and vicious Andrew.
"We'll go back. Just try to live our lives as normal as possible. And if they try to come after you, or harm you in any way, I'll give them hell," he growled.
"But, how is that protecting me?" Rabeka asked, "I can't possibly live at my apartment. They know where I live now."
Andrew nodded.
"Maybe... I could live with you?" She asked, not sounding even a bit shy about the question.
Andrew turned around, his wolf eyes wide with either shock or disbelief. Rabeka  giggled a little at his facial response.
"Well... that sure would make things easier," he said. Or harder, he thought.
"It's just a suggestion. I mean, if I get mugged at my apartment, even a new one, you won't know, unless you're right there with me."
She had an excellent point, however, living together was a step he wasn't prepared to take quite yet, and now wasn't the time to think about these sort of plans.
"I guess you could, but... you'd move out as soon as this is all over, right?" he innocently asked.
Rabeka squinted her eyes at him, offended by his question.
"You'd... are you saying you'd make me move out once the bad guys are gone?"
"Um... yes?" Andrew said sitting up to all fours, his tail shot between his legs in fear. He knew just made things worse.
"Why would you say that?" she asked, struggling to not let her anger show in her face. Andrew could hear her heartbeat slowly climb.
Andrew hung his jaw open a bit, trying to decide what the right thing to say was.
"Sorry, I... I didn't mean it like that. I just figured moving in was... temporary," he  said.
"So, as long as I'm in trouble, I can stay at your place?"
Andrew rolled his eyes. He felt he was taking a test he wasn't prepared for.
"No, you're welcome to come over any..."
"I meant to live, Andrew," she snapped, cutting him off.
Andrew drew his paws up out in front, in a calming gesture. "Look, I'm... not sure about that yet."
"Then how are you going to protect me?" Rabeka said, standing up and walking towards him.
Andrew slowly backed up, defeated, by the one person he was trying to protect.
"Alright, fine, you can stay with me."
"You sure sound happy about that," she mumbled, rolling her eyes sarcastically.
Suddenly his instinct kicked in. Backing a werewolf up into a corner was not smart. Andrew suddenly stood all the way up, towering over Rabeka. His face grew serious and stern. Rabeka for some reason showed no fear at first. She was firm on her stance.
"How do you want me to say it then?" He asked, throwing his paws in the air. Rabeka suddenly caught on that he was angry, and began to back up.
"No matter what I do or what choices I make, you never seem to be grateful that I'm even trying to help you in the first place. I can't make you happy, can I?"
"N-no..." she mumbled in between his protests.
"No, I can't make you happy all the time, Rabeka!" he yelled, adding a small growl at the end. The wolf inside had got the best of him. It was so hard to control it when he was angry. Staying human to long was to blame his lack of control.
Andrew could feel his heart racing. This anger was dangerous in his current state. He took a few deep breaths before apologizing.
"I'm sorry," he said, slowly siting down on the ground, his face turned away.
Rabeka only nodded. She understood perfectly why he lost his temper, but neither of them could believe how this once pleasant evening turned into an argument about living spaces and once again, their relationship. The one thing Andrew wanted was the one thing that kept getting in the way. Regardless of how easy this task seemed, he did not want it... yet.
He knew the concept of humans wanting to live with each other was a common occurrence within humanity, especially before any real commitment, such as marriage. It seemed like a very easy decision to make. If only getting married first was an option, since it avoids almost all the problems, but marriage was simply out of the question at this point. Things were already moving too fast as is.
Rabeka nodded her head and stared at the ground.
"I guess I should let you decide what's best," Rabeka finally said, breaking the silence.
Andrew stayed quiet. He was afraid to say anything else.
"Maybe, you could move into another apartment. One closer to me. Or heck, let me see if I can find you an opening in my complex," Andrew suggested.
Rabeka nodded without looking up at him, as if considering it.
Andrew stood back up, heading in the direction they came on the trail. The sun begin to slowly set on the horizon. The trees surrounding them only made the forest darker.
"Come on," he called after her, "We should either head back or I need to build a fire."
"I don't want to go back," she said, monotonously.
"Fine." Andrew responded, stopping momentarily to let Rabeka catch up with him.
She silently followed behind.
After trailing nervously far behind, Rabeka met up with Andrew to find him digging a small hole in the middle of a sandy area near the cliff, no doubt, an ideal place for a fire pit.
Rabeka suddenly regretted the decision to stay. She hadn't planned on spending the night out here in the woods. She was anything but an outdoor girl, but she figured it was better than going back to New York. Out here, she knew she was one hundred percent safe.
Andrew finished the hole and quickly found some loose branches of nearby trees to break off. He snapped each one easily in half with his hands and teeth. A loud snap each time made Rabeka flinch. Soon a very neat wooden teepee was built in the center of the pit.
Suddenly, and without a word, Andrew dropped to all fours and briskly took off into the trees away from camp.
"Uh, where are you going?" Rabeka called out, scared to be left alone in the dark woods by herself.
"I left matches in the car," he barked back.
"But, the car is like a mile away!" she called back, remembering the uncomfortable hike she experienced to get to where they were.
"I'll be quick!" he called back, his voice further away.
Rabeka let out a long frustrated sigh and curled up into as tight of a ball he she could possibly make.
Stupid of me to wear shorts, she thought.
The cold night air wind began to creep through the large pine and oak trees. She tried as hard as she could to use her bare arms to protect from the wind chill. Somehow being alone made it colder. She could hear trees rustling and howling, hoping it was just the wind.
Surprisingly, Andrew was back very fast. He ran out from behind the trees, this time, a human, and half naked. Rabeka lifted both eyebrows, surprised; she almost forgot what his human form looked like. He had no doubt found his clothes where had left them prior to transforming. She had seen him a full day as a werewolf. It felt like all was well once more as Andrew's warm and friendly eyes met hers. Rabeka giggled as she watched him struggle to dodge trees while slipping his shirt on.
"It's weird to see you human again," Rabeka said.
"Yeah, but I guess its time to put the beast away," he said, putting some more twigs and leaves he had found onto his teepee. He carefully lit a match and threw it into a fire, followed by another. The fire only smoked at first. Andrew sighed as his attempts to make the fire catch failed.
"I bet you loved it today, getting to be a wolf again."
"I really did. It sure did free a lot of my stress."
"Our stress," she added, smiling warmly. "It sure helped keep my mind off things."
Andrew smiled with relief.
"And, it was pretty damn awesome."
"Yeah?" Andrew asked, lifting his head.
"Yes. One of the coolest things I've ever seen in my entire life."
"Well, I'm glad I could cheer you up," he said, winking.
"You did."
"And, I'm sorry about earlier. I... I really hate when my inner beast gets the best of me," Andrew said, looking at her with deep regret.
"That's fine. I bet its harder to control?"
"Very," he said mournfully, as his fire finally began to grow. He threw even bigger sticks onto the pile.
Rabeka scooted closer towards Andrew as he plopped down beside her.
"I wonder how that would feel, just being able to step outside of yourself, and into an... almost alternate reality to escape to. Must feel great," Rabeka said.
"It is. It's the best thing I can think of when times get tough. That makes me wonder, what do you do to relief stress?"
"Me? Just give me a tub of ice cream and a chick flick and I'm good in 2 hours," she responded, giggling.
Andrew smiled. He slowly reached over and grabbed her hand, gently giving it a squeeze. Rabeka acted surprised.
"I'm sorry," he apologized again, glancing at the fire.
"I'm sorry too," Rabeka said, squeezing his hand back. She was glad things were finally back to normal.
"I shouldn't have..."
"No," she quickly interrupted. Andrew looked down at her in confusion.
"You were right," she said, "I shouldn't keep trying to push a relationship on you."
Andrew agreed with a nod.
"You're doing your best. More than anyone else could ever do, and I'm so grateful for it."
Andrew smiled, proud at his efforts. He would have never imagined that one date could get them this far. He sure felt inadequate for the job.
"Hopefully being away for a few days let them ease off our backs a bit. Maybe they even gave up the search," he said, trying to sound enthusiastic.
"Maybe. I hope," Rabeka said, gazing into the fire with an empty look. She nervously fidgeted with her hands a bit.
"Not to bring up awkwardness again, but... are you really OK with me moving in?"
Andrew shook his head and laughed, not surprised at her question at all.
"What?" she asked honestly.
"Just couldn't resist asking, could ya?" he teased.
"Well, I just want to know, and, it will be until we sort this out. I don't want to impose on your personal space," she said, squeezing his hand in hopes of a compromise.
Andrew took a deep breath. He knew he could probably handle it for a while, but how long would it be before trouble came knocking, and not just the mob. Andrew sighed at his heavy thoughts. Moving in together was indeed the best course of action.
"Yes," he finally said, "and... don't worry about the other part. We'll just worry about that when it comes. We'll do what feels right to us when this is all over."
The phrase when this is all over gave Rabeka chills of joy. An end in sight seemed possible!
Rabeka gave a excited grin and snuggled even deeper into his shoulder. She'd be lying if she hadn't thought of moving in with him for a long time. Even though their particular relationship was something she'd probably never get used to, he knew she'd have to do things differently this time.
"Well, lets just go back to my place. Relax. Settle in a bit. I'm a little worried about work. I haven't been for two days and they're probably wondering where I am, so I want to go in and check with Phil."
"Oh right, we're probably fired, huh?"
"Well, as your manager, I'd say no, since I have the power to fire you. But, if they've fired me, then yeah, you're probably fired too."
They both laughed.
"We should probably stop by your place and get as many things as we can."
"Oh dear, that's gonna be tough," Rabeka said, breaking her hand away. She stuffed both her hands deep into her sweatshirt pockets.
"They are gonna have it guarded, I just know it."
"Probably, but I don't think it will be as guarded during the daytime."
"Lets hope you're right."
"Lets just get back to my apartment tomorrow, take care of work, sleep it off, and worry about your apartment later. I'm pretty sure they don't know where I live yet, so we should be safe."
"Are you sure?" Rabeka asked. "These guys are smart and I hate to say it, professional. Like I said before, they have the cops tied around their fingers. They could look you up."
"I doubt it, I don't have a record any more."
Rabeka eyed him suspiciously. "How did you manage that?"
Andrew smiled. "When I first moved to New York I had wanted to change my name again. I had a previous name when I ran away, by the way."
Rabeka nodded with curiousness as he continued.
"I had a few connections who gave me a fake birth certificate, passport if I ever needed it, and they even got into the police records and pulled all my real information. So, the police have no record of me, therefore, neither does my family."
"Even as werewolves you had an official record?"
"Well yeah, Rabeka. We don't live like the Amish or whatever," he laughed. "Anyways, my file has been removed completely so as far as they are concerned, I'm a John Doe."
"Wow, you surprise me on a daily basis Andrew."
"Why thank you," he said, jokingly half bowing his head.
"But special connections could get you into trouble."
"True. I guess I lucked out."
"I wonder if you could do that for me?"
Andrew shrugged. He hadn't thought about that. It could work.
"I'll see if my contacts are still in their special business," he said, making the quotations gesture with his hands.
Rabeka grinned cheerfully.
"I take it you did it to protect yourself from your family? Just like I would to protect me from the mob."
Andrew cringed for a second. "Lets stop calling them that. Just refer to them as my pack."
Rabeka smiled and nodded, "Sorry, your pack," she corrected.
"Yes. Didn't know it would help me later on against the mob though, guess its a good thing I did it, huh?"
"Yeah, that's really cool. I'm impressed. How much did it cost to use their services?"
"It was a lot, but if they'll do it again for you, don't worry about it," he smiled.
Rabeka grinned again.
Andrew's grin slowly melted away as a troubling thought entered his mind.
"I just want to know something."
"Sure?" Rabeka nodded.
"What did you do with the money you stole?"
Rabeka's face turned serious and she turned to look away. A long moment of silence followed. Andrew could hear her breathing steadily increase. He feared he killed the conversation entirely, until she made a long, mournful sigh.
"You really want to know?" she finally asked, whipping her head back toward him, biting her bottom lip.
Andrew cocked his head sideways, hoping her answer wasn't anything too bad.
"Yes," he firmly answered, giving a nod and wink, in hopes of lightening the mood.
"Junk," she simply said, then turned and faced out the window again.
"What?" Andrew asked. He wasn't even sure what she said.
"That's right. Junk. I bought clothes, jewelry, a car..."
"Well, a car makes sense at least," Andrew laughed.
Rabeka ignored his laughter and continued, "I bought most of what I still own right now, and of course, stuff to live off."
"I know, you mentioned your life sucked and all."
"Yes, it really did."
"Did that make it all better?"
Rabeka half smirked.
"It was worth it up until they came looking for me."
"And you never had any intention of paying them back?" he asked.
"I did, I really did at first," Rabeka said, adjusting her legs and sitting up more straight.
"I had a really good job for a while, and I was saving some up, but I realized that it didn't pay off as fast as I had hoped. I went to the police in hopes of turning them in..." she paused.
"And that's how you learned the police were in with the mob," Andrew finished.
Rabeka nodded and shrugged.
"At that point, they threatened to kill me because I tried to turn them in, and the cops kept a close watch on my apartment after that, so I moved, and tried to run away from my debtors. A lot of good that did," she chuckled.
"It's amazing how much alike we are Rabeka," Andrew said, reaching over to take her hand once more.
She squeezed it and smiled, "Indeed."
"Just put it this way, if neither of us had these problems, we would have never met."
Rabeka smiled even more.
"And for that very reason," she said, "is why I'm glad I made that mistake."
"Me too," he whispered, letting out a small chuckle.
"What?" Rabeka asked.
"Wanna know something?" Andrew asked, still grinning.
"Sure."
"We are the first relationship in history to consist of a human and a werewolf."
"Well then, I guess that makes us legendary," she smiled, leaning in to kiss him. Andrew turned his head to kiss her back.

The soft light pierced through Andrew's eyes. He opened them to the back of Rabeka's head and hair, that gracefully fell all around him. Smoke billowed from the dying fire as he leaned over to check it.
Rabeka was curled up into a tiny little ball under Andrew's sweatshirt. Andrew hated to have to wake her, so he got up slowly and began to tend the fire to bring life to it again. He wanted to undress right there and run off to hunt a rabbit, but Rabeka would appreciate a breakfast on the road more than road kill.
However quiet his efforts were in preparing the fire, Rabeka stirred around until she began to show signs of being awake.
"Good morning," Andrew said, enthusiastically.
"Ugh, even in the woods, you're still a morning person?" she teased, turning over and using his sweatshirt as a pillow.
"Sorry I woke you up. I was actually going to let you sleep."
Rabeka gave a weak attempt at a smile, then shut her eyes again.
"When do you want to leave?" she mumbled through the sweatshirt.
"Whenever you are ready. I figured we could pick up breakfast at a Denny's we passed on the way. It'd be about a forty minute drive from here, think you can wait that long for breakfast?"
"Yeah," she mumbled again.
"Unless of course you want me to change and go out and get a nice... tasty...."
"No, no, I'm up," she jumped in, pulling herself to her knees.
Andrew rolled back laughing.
"Bring on the bacon and the eggs please," she said, throwing his sweatshirt at him. Andrew let it fall gracefully over his face as his laughing continued.
Rabeka came over next to him, trying to gather whatever warmth she could from the newly built up fire.
Andrew did feel the 'churn' of hunger in his gut. But it wasn't just for food in general. He craved meat. It had been a while since he had had his fix on fresh meat. Going out and hunting a quick rabbit would be so nice, but he didn't want to leave Rabeka alone for that long.
He poked the fire a bit before returning close to Rabeka, putting the sweatshirt over her obviously freezing legs.
"Thanks for letting me borrow it last night."
"You're welcome. Sorry I didn't have any blankets."
"It kept me warm enough to sleep."
"Good."
Andrew didn't think twice, but gently put his hand on her cold knee, rubbing it back and forth. Rabeka looked over, shocked about his obvious contact. Andrew met her gaze, realizing his scandalous move, and rushed his hand away.
"Sorry, just warming you up."
"Oh?" Rabeka said, leaning in a little closer.
Andrew struggled to keep his face straight. He didn't know what was happened, but it was like freeze frame. Everything else melted away and he could only think about her lips. He hadn't seriously kissed her since that one night of almost intimacy. However discomforting their conversations since then had been in the past, he still hadn't changed his mind about one thing; his attraction to Rabeka.
She continued to lean in, but stopping just inches from his lips. She knew he was leaving the ball in his court to go the rest of the way.
Andrew panicked.
"We better get going," he said, backing away.
Rabeka's face was that of pure disappointment as she saw him slowly stand up and walk over to kick dirt into the fire pit.
She could only nod in agreement, stand up, and help him put out the fire.
Back at the car, Rabeka beat herself up over and over about the stupid attempts at a kiss.
"I shouldn't have even tried," she whispered to herself, in the car. She leaned over and turned the car on, setting the air to high and hot. Her legs were still freezing cold.
She leaned her head against the window, just in time to see Andrew part through the musky morning trees.
He gracefully jumped over the hood of the car and opened the door.
"Show off," Rabeka said softly, knowing his wolf ears would hear her.
Andrew grinned as he started the car up and put it into gear.
Rabeka kept her head against the window as they sat there.
Curious to know why the car was still sitting there idle, she finally looked over to face Andrew, just as he turned and met his lips with hers. In a tight lock hold kiss, his lips pressed and his tongue caressed in their very short moment of passion. Her eyes flew open in shock, totally not seeing it coming, but she let lose, letting the feeling of his kiss come over her.
Andrew broke away smiling, looking her into the eyes for a few seconds. His beautiful brown eyes pierced through. Time literally stopped until his gaze finally broke away and he hit the gas, skidding out and heading onto the dirt road.
Rabeka sat back in her seat, a look of complete peace and tranquility on her face.
"Show off," she repeated.
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sciguy007's avatar
That Andrew is a smooth one.
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