The door creaked only the slightest bit as he entered her apartment, enough to make her head snap up from the book she was reading. It could only be a handful of people, if that, that had the means to enter her apartment unannounced. The corners of her mouth turned up when she saw him walk in further, his steps barely audible. “Do you ever make a sound when you walk?” she questioned as she set her book down next to her on the bed. It was odd. For someone as large as he was, you’d think he’d make a noise, be one of the most noticed people in the room. But that wasn’t so, not unless you were her then you always noticed him.
"Not after years of training," he commented in that deep, strong voice that caused shivers to run down her spine. She watched his motions as he set the key he had to her apartment on the counter by the kitchen and looked over her more, his ever powerful gaze almost enough to make her blush. She was laying in her bed, but her long legs had since been folded under her as he walked further into the studio apartment. She was wearing his shirt, the one she had commandeered after their first night together. It was large on her small frame, far larger than most men shirts would be given his excessive height and muscled frame. If she were standing up, it would probably come down close to her knees and that’s even with her long legs and own taller height.
"That drowns you," he commented, a ghost of a smirk on his lips.
"No, see this is the part where you tell me how it looks better on me," she said with the tiniest teasing pout, her hand patting at the bed as an invitation for him to join her.
"Ah," the sound came out soft as he took a seat on the bed with her. Her gentle hand on his shoulder was guiding him to lay down, a relaxing gesture he was more than willing to take her up on. His head ended up in her lap, her face looked down at him as a gentle hand grazed down his cheek. "It looks far better on you," he offered in a soft tone, one he seemed to have reserved for her. His right hand was on his stomach, her left one placed over it while her fingers played with the daylight ring on his finger. "Much better," she nodded, her smile widening. Only a few strands of her blonde hair was escaping the messy bun it was in. Her silver blue eyes could be glowing in the lighting over her apartment, not to be outdone by his intense blue gaze that bore into her warm one.
"I am surprised you are home," he admitted, causing a soft chuckle and nod from the girl above him.
"I figured this once I would do as you asked," her eyes glanced once up at the full moon outside her window, "And not make you have to worry about me."
"It is appreciated, Alexandria," his eyes closed lightly as her soft, warm hand caressed the side of his neck. Her touch was relaxing, comforting, warm and human. She usually hated when people used her full name, but him using it quickly grew on her.
"Smile, huntsman," she urged lightly. His face seemed to take on stoic and controlled expression far too much and she liked to remind him to smile, never realizing that his lips often curled into a soft one when he looked at her. Sure enough, a soft smile stretched on his lips. "There it is," she said quietly and leaned down to bring her lips to his. It was a small, chaste kiss. Or it was meant to be. Before she could pull away too far, a strong hand worked it’s way up from her neck to cradle her the side of her head as his lips instinctually urged another kiss. She let the kiss deepen before maneuvering herself. As expected, he knew it was coming and held his head up as her legs slipped out from under it and then let it lay back against the bedding. She moved to lay over top of him, one knee bending at either side of his waist. His other hand came to rest on her hip. Their kiss broke after a few moments but she remained, her forehead resting against his.
It could seem like this would lead to something more, but it wasn’t as sexual as it seemed. Her weight was like nothing on him, but the warmth of her body radiated onto him in this position. They could spend many moments locked in this comfortable silence, satisfied by just being close to each other.
"This isn’t fair," she finally broke the silence in a soft voice, enjoying the sensation of his fingers running down her hip to her thigh then up under the shirt to the bare skin of her waist. A sensual touch that sent tingles up her body. He let out a questioning hum, clearly relaxed and comfortable. Not so much so that he’d use contractions, that was always the line she waited for him to cross. "You’re not staying," she pointed out pulling her head up slightly when his eyes opened and made contact with hers, "You’re going to go out and do your little rounds and make sure no one’s getting eaten, that your brother hasn’t gotten out. All that fun stuff. You were just checking on me." A sigh escaped his lips and he adjusted his head a little, knowing she was right.
"I could return if you would like," he offered her, voice soft but deep as he appreciated her small, but lovely smile.
Her fingers trickled down his cheek and chin, smoothing over some of the stubble there as she let out a small hum before giving a slight nod, “I would like.”
His strong hand pressed against the small of her back as he moved them, sitting up straight and letting her settle in his lap so that she was now straddling him. In the same motion, his lips pressed to hers intensely. His hand once again cradling the side of her head and moving to cradle the back of it. It was remarkable, how he could take her breath away but make her heart pound hard at the same time. The kiss ended mutually, her eyes staying closed for a moment. “Then I will return,” he said, his voice soft in her ears. You better after a kiss like that, she thought before moving from his lap and sitting on the edge of the bed to watch him get up and prepare to go back outside.
"It is not easy for me for leave that bed," he admitted, shaking off the relaxation so he could be ready for anything he might encounter outside. She nibbled on her lower lip, as nerves often prompted her to do, suddenly too aware of the dangers of the full moon.
"Do me a favor, Lucas," she spoke and he immediately looked down at her, "Don’t die out there." He didn’t speak, he only took a step back over and leaned to press one more kiss to her lips. One more selfish moment before returning outside. Her hand came up to his cheek, not wanting him to pull away but their kiss broke anyway. He kept his eyes level with her, to the best of his abilities, "As you wish." The words wrapped around her like a hug, a phrase he had always used with her. Even when she hated him, even when she wanted him dead. Things really do change.