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Post by embry on Apr 26, 2008 23:28:09 GMT -5
Embry's tail lifted in subconscious amusement at Paul wagging his tail almost like a puppy. He'd rarely ever seen Paul do that. It felt good to know Embry had been the one to make him do that. A little doggy grin spread on his face, white teeth flashed in not a threat but a smile. This was why he loved Paul, for the part of him that few people would ever see, and many would never bother to try and know.
Hm? Embry looked at Paul, torn absently from his thoughts. At Paul's tone, though, he became more serious. I know I'm not. I am gay, and you're probably more aggressive in the relationship than I am (not that that's a bad thing) but the way he said it was wrong. He flattened his ears somewhat, remembering the words. I just.... Eh, he annoys me.
Embry turned his head in the grass so that he was almost nose to nose with Paul, meeting his eyes straight. What about you? he asked. I mean, I know it bothered you, but you know it's just crap, right? You're not... it's not like he said. He doesn't know. He let out a soft whine, trying to make Paul understand what he meant. What they were, whatever they were, was so much better than those horrible than any words could ever explain.
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Post by swivelcanines on Apr 26, 2008 23:36:36 GMT -5
He looked sheepish at Embry’s grin and pressed his muzzle into his side, body heaving with his sigh, a tiny gasping sound emitting from his as a result. He didn’t want to leave, just wanted to stay like this with Embry for awhile, then maybe phase back into humans and kiss. With a sudden annoyance he realized he phased in his favorite jeans. Fuck, he thought, more peeved than upset.
He licked Embry’s ear again, eyes soft and sad. It wasn’t fair for people to say those things to Embry. He was a million times nicer than that fucking idiot Matt could ever be, and besides, Embry had Paul, and Paul would beat Matt’s ass in just in case he couldn’t realize this for himself.
Am I? he mused to himself, a little amused. More aggressive, I mean. He titled his head slightly to the side, letting one side rest on the warm ground, the sweet scents calming him further.
He looked away, eyes darkening, at Embry’s questioning. He didn’t have to say with words how much what had been said upset him. How much it made him wonder if he had done the right thing. And Paul wasn’t sure if it wasn’t like what he said anyways, he knew it didn’t apply to Embry, but he wasn’t Embry.
He made a soft, non-committed grunt in response and left it at that.
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Post by embry on Apr 26, 2008 23:51:15 GMT -5
Embry's ears twitched and his doggy grin grew. I have an extra pair in my bag if you need some, he informed Paul. Sorry about the other ones, though. Embry had learned the hard way after losing a favorite pair of jeans, worn down to just the right softness and wear. Then ripped to shreds when one stupid thing had happened and Embry had given himself over to the wolf inside him. It had actually made the situation worse once Embry realized it.
Embry nuzzled Paul once more, before raising his head and returning the affectionate lick. Oddly enough, as a wolf, it didn't even matter that there was fur. The action itself was so comforting and loving the fur hardly mattered. Embry leaned against Paul, wanting to feel the solid weight of the other wolf against him and the comfort there. Even as a wolf, cuddling was undeniably appealing.
Hm, I guess so, Embry considered. I mean to say, you're more knowledgeable in the whole field as far as that goes, so I pretty much am just following your lead. He didn't think of it as aggressive, really. It was like pack. There was a rank, and one was simply dominant over the other. Didn't make either person less important.
Embry turned a suspicious eye on Paul. 'Hmuh' isn't a response, he pointed out. So you had better be able to look me in the eyes and tell me that kid is a freakin' idiot and has no cloue what he's saying. You aren't any of those things. You're...you. And if you really think you're a... Embry's ears went down teeth bearing at the thought, a fag, you're being stupid. And I will bite you. Actually, he probably wouldn't, but he knew Paul would stew in his own self-doubt unless Embry snapped him out of it. And Embry loved Paul enough that he was willing to threaten him to make him understand that he wasn't a bad person.
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Post by swivelcanines on Apr 27, 2008 0:01:27 GMT -5
Thanks, he thought, although Embry’s jeans would definitely be too long for him. Well, he could always fold the cuffs over, he supposed. It just really sucked, his clothes supply was dwindling quickly. He’d have to get some more clothes the next time he went to Port Angeles.
He was completely content, beyond what words could describe, and settled deeper into Embry’s fur, closing his eyes and remaining still, peaceful almost, as Embry looked over him. He had never had this type of safety before, and it felt too good for him to even consider leaving Embry. He thought that a bit loudly, just so Embry could get the message.
That’s not good, he huffed into Embry’s fur, and if he had been in his human form, he would have been chuckling. Anyone taking Paul’s lead sounded like a horrible idea. He was often too fast and rushed things before thinking them through. He knew it wouldn’t be that way with Embry though; not only was he seventeen and thus out of limits, but he wasn’t completely trustful of Embry’s opinion. If Embry asked of him something, more than he could give, he wouldn’t be able to do it. By choice, though, though it would be a hard temptation to resist.
Of course he’s a fucking idiot, he growled in response. As far as his self-doubts went, he’d keep them to himself for now. He could see he was upsetting Embry. Trying to smooth it over, he responded, You know I’m yours, right? God knows I wouldn’t have guessed I’d end up this way in a million years but it’s true. I don’t think I could be anything else to anyone after this.
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Post by embry on Apr 27, 2008 0:24:03 GMT -5
Welcome. Embry's mother had begun picking up jeans second hand at the rate he went through them. When phasing he couldn't take them off, and so he lost them very quickly. He also usually carried around two pairs with him at any given time. Either he'd need them or someone else from the pack might. Always useful but usually strange to explain to people who saw them.
A warmth stole across Embry's heart at Paul's thoughts, and he nuzzled closer to the other. He thought in response that he would always be there, and burrowed his nose against Paul's solid, warm fur. He felt...happy, and he shouldn't after everything that had happened. He should've been upset, but he just couldn't help it. He was in love and with Paul.
Embry shifted slightly where he sat, the wolf version of a shrug. Eh, I have no complaints about it. He could remember the odd feeling in his stomach, the fluttering in his heart, the rush of blood. It was better than phasing, to feel Paul's lips pressed against his. He wasn't yet sure about...going all the way, or any such. It would be a big step and he didn't know if he was ready yet. He knew he'd want it to be with Paul, but.... He didn't have to worry about that now at least.
Embry looked at him wide eyed. I thought it was the other way around. Amusement colored his tone, hiding how touched he'd been at Paul's words. From him, they were as good as the three big words. Calmly, Embry rolled onto his side against Paul, and lay his head down. In body language (for wolves at least) showing stomach in any way was a show of trust, and he knew no other way to say it. You better never leave, then, he said.
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Post by swivelcanines on Apr 27, 2008 0:36:16 GMT -5
He wasn’t sure Embry would always be there but he knew that he would at least always try to be, which was just as good, if not better. A soft rumbling vibrated in his throat, a sound of pleasure. He was still angry and pissed but it was a very separate feeling from what he felt with Embry. They didn’t even come close.
He fidgeted slightly where he sat. He loved Embry, and if today, this moment now, had taught him anything, it was that he was also in love with him, but…and there was always a but, wasn’t there? He stopped at that thought and just accepted it. He was in love with Embry, and Embry was in love with him, and that was probably about the most comforting thing in the world. Belonging to someone when they didn’t have to accept you.
I know you don’t, he thought dryly, remembering the sounds Embry had made him he had kissed his neck. He returned the doggy grin, only it was a bit more sly, more gum than teeth. But it’s alright, I don’t mind. Oh, he didn’t mind alright.
Well, it could be, he countered thoughtfully. I’m just going out on a limb here, but something tells me you may have some feelings for me. He let out a cough that sounded almost like a laugh.
Estactic and overwhelming pleased by his display, Paul lowered his head against Embry’s shoulder, a silent display of equality. He could see now that Embry trusted him and loved him, and it made him feel very warm inside. Incredibly warm.
I won’t try to, he thought, softly licking away some of the dirt that covered Embry’s shoulder, soothing strokes over his warm fur.
We should go soon though, he thought grudgingly. My mom is probably wondering where I am. No doubt she’s already heard.
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Post by embry on Apr 27, 2008 0:49:44 GMT -5
For Embry, Paul came first. Outside of his family, Paul was the forefront in Embry's mind, and he hoped neither of them ever Imprinted (could they Imprint if they felt so sure about each other?) and this never had to end. It was a pleasant fantasy, but reality never seemed to live up to fantasy unfortunately. He knew for sure, though, having felt what it was like to have Paul there, he was sure he couldn't live without it now.
Embry settled in against Paul and when the other fidgeted he leaned up just enough to lick him on the muzzle. Stop worrying. He then lay his head back down, for all the world as though he was completely comfortable here, as a wolf, with Paul. Which he was. Love made things wonderful.
Embry shook his head, blowing air in a soft chuff to hide his embarrassment. I can't believe you're still remembering that, he murmured. He could remember it, too, but he tried to ignore the whines and gasps that he had been making, like some unexperienced child. Which he more less was.
Maybe, Embry responded. Just a little. Which was a complete lie because he fell harder than the doctor recommended once this whole thing had started.
Embry curled closer to Paul, burying his muzzle in shaggy fur and closing his eyes. It was nice and peaceful to lay there against Paul, feeling warm, slow strokes on his shoulder and the sun and hot fur around him. Good enough for me, he responded. As long as you are available to do this with every once in a while. Embry really only had a few requests out of the whole thing.
A soft exhalation, a sigh from a wolf, escaped Embry and he added, We should probably get up and phase back then. He didn't move just yet, though.
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Post by swivelcanines on Apr 27, 2008 9:24:55 GMT -5
Paul often worried about imprinting but, for all that he and Embry were close, he had never really talked to him about it. Even before they had started dating it had been a subject of much grief to Paul, seeing as Leah was his best friend and she had been so badly hurt by it. He wouldn’t think about that now though, there were much more pressing matters at hand, and it would only be a problem at the moment should he imprint on someone on the way back to his home. Which was unlikely; Paul had already seen most of the female population of La Push and most of Forks, too, so he wasn’t too worried.
He let out a playful growl and whacked Embry softly in the shoulder with his large paw. Stop being such a girl. There was so much to worry about, how could Paul stop? Even if Embry was soft and warm and here, there was still reality. Unfortunately.
Of course I remember, he thought, his curiosity peeked at Embry’s embarrassment. What? I liked them. He had indeed, and was already planning to hear those sounds again. Well, maybe not in the near future. He was probably going to be grounded for the rest of his life after the stunt he had just pulled with Matt.
He straightened himself upwards, as if shocked, a playful gleam in his eyes. Just a little? he shook his head, disappointed. That’s a shame, because I really liked you. With a quiet growl of acknowledgement he rested back against Embry again.
He picked up on one of Embry’s thoughts and gave him a curious look, pausing in his actions. A few requests? What would those be?
It was urgent, probably, to go back home. Probably. But for the life of him Paul couldn’t make himself move.
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Post by embry on Apr 27, 2008 12:34:49 GMT -5
Imprinting was a constant fear for Embry. It made him uneasy and though he'd felt the thoughts of Quil, Jared, and Sam, and knew they had considered it nothing but an improvement on their lives, Embry did not want someone he had just met to become the center of his world. He'd found a center and he was happy with it. He didn't need a girl to come in and mess it all up for him. He didn't want to leave Paul and he didn't want Paul to leave him.
I am not a girl! Embry cast Paul a look over his shoulder. If anything you would be the girl. You're the one who's always worrying. The light in Embry's eyes told Paul that he was just kidding with his older pack member.
Absently, Embry brushed a large paw across his own nose, embarrassed once more. He nipped playfully at Paul, not even enough to pinch the big wolf. Don't tease me he protested. He knew he should've been more comfortable talking about that sort of thing with Paul, but it didn't come by it naturally.
Liked? As in past tense? I'm comfortable, don't make me get up and tackle your ass, Embry mumbled around a doggy sigh and a slow, languid doggy grin. Although tackling Paul did sound like a lot of fun under general circumstances. It probably had somethign to do with how annoyed he got abotu it.
Embry shifted, nuzzled him. Just some basics. Y'know, all your time and energy. He flashed his pearly whites. Kidding. He knew how annoyed Paul had gotten with those annoying girls who had clung to him, throwing themselves at him and demanding that he love them. Embry hadn't liked them either-- they cut into his Paul-Embry time. Hey, I'm happy with a little attention, stuff like this, and a bit of kissing. That's abotu all I'll need. He really couldn't think of anythign else that Paul would have to do to make him happy.
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Post by swivelcanines on Apr 27, 2008 12:51:28 GMT -5
He moved away from Embry, standing, expression angry. Embry, no fucking chick is going to..I’m not gonna imprint. Even if he did he wouldn’t follow along with it. It was unbelievably unnatural. Being in love was about finding someone you liked well enough to want to be around more than just often, someone who had your back and new how to take care of you, and vice versa. It wasn’t about the Earth moving, about gravity shifting, it wasn’t supposed to be imprinting. And while he saw how happy his packmates were, was it so impossible that maybe that not everyone felt the same way they did on the subject? Paul already knew he would reject imprinting as much as his body rejected splinters. No fucking way was it going to affect him.
You are such a girl, he teased. And I only worry when there’s shit to worry about, which, if you hadn’t noticed, is all the time. His eyes grew a bit softer though and he licked Embry’s muzzle from where he stood, head bent low as he pressed his face against his packmate’s intimately. Some people didn’t think Paul could be affectionate but he could, he just never had been with someone like Embry before.
He let out a warning growl, playful but a bit annoyed. I’m not teasing. I liked it, he thought honestly. It wasn’t as if Paul had never dated anyone before; the sounds were natural to him. Sure, he hadn’t expected Embry to make them, but hey, he wasn’t going to complain.
I’d like to see you try, Paul challenged, rolling his eyes. Nudging him with a massive paw he thought, Come on, let’s get going.
It was nice to think he could do such small things (things he already liked doing) and it made Embry so happy. Could it really be that easy? He hoped so.
As he read the thoughts going through Embry's mind he let out a soft whine. Dating girls, the way he had done at least, seemed like a million years ago. He would definitely miss the benefits that came with having a girlfriend. And it wasn't as though he wasn't attracted to Embry, but there were certain things a girl could do, the certain curves and the certain softness that appealed to Paul more than, well, a guy's body. If only Embry really was a girl, then this would never have to be a problem.
He looked up at Embry and instantly felt guilty for the thought. He loved Embry and wanted him, and there was strong feelings there, and no girl's touch had burned him like his did. Still, he couldn't shake the small feelings of regret for the things he was losing by being with Embry, the casual sex and the acceptance of society.
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Post by embry on Apr 27, 2008 14:31:57 GMT -5
Embry shrugged, mewled. He knew Paul would never want to Imprint, but he was nervous that he might not be able to control it. Embry had heard Jake's thoughts, "Maybe it's more common than the stories say." He hoped not. Though the feelings of love he'd seen from Sam, Jared, and Quil seemed nice, they had changed. Their entire life had become a reflection of those girls. Embry didn't want his life to change like that. I believe you was his response and it was honest, for all that he was scared, because he believed Paul.
Yeah, you worry all the time. That's why you're the girl. Embry grinned at his "irrefutable" logic, and enjoyed the gentle lick and nuzzles from Paul. He personally loved the little touches and comforts, and had been pleasantly surprised to learn Paul actually was affectionate. It was nice to be with someone who accepted his cuddling terms, as long as it wasn't in front of anyone else.
Don't tempt me Embry warned playfully, but stood as Paul did and stretched. A long motion of strong muscles and sleek skin.The sun and the grass n the wide lawn and laying with Paul had been warm and relaxing, but it was time to go back to the real world now. Where their relationship had to be half-secret and where hatred and bigotry lay.
Embry flicked his ears back experimentally, catching Paul's train of thought. He, at first, didn't quite know how to respond. He wasn't angry, per say, more saddened that Paul thought he was really giving something up by being in a relationship with him. Sorry, he responded, I'll never be a girl. In fact, I'll probably never change at the rate we keep phasing. They were able to stay forever young as long as they phased regularly. If they stopped for a prolonged period, they aged. I can't do anything about me not being a girl or about people being closed minded idiots. It sort of comes with the territory. He cast his friend and love a sympathetic glance. You ready to phase back and head to town?
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Post by swivelcanines on Apr 27, 2008 14:54:02 GMT -5
He pressed his body against Embry’s, growling ever so softly. And you say I worry too much, he thought, lip curling up slightly. He honestly couldn’t worry about Embry imprinting; if it happened, it happened. It made more sense for them to be apart than together anyways, even as happy as Embry made him. But as long as Embry wanted him he’d stick around, imprintation be damned or not. He had never liked the idea of it, he doubted it would grow on him now, especially now that he was actually in love with someone.
Now, where are these jeans you mentioned before? I kinda need to phase back, he thought sheepishly, wandering away from Embry and stuffing his large snout into the other boy’s backpack’s pocket. I know you may not mind, but I’d like to be dressed when I arrive home and get my ass beat to hell, thanks.
Don’t be sorry, he thought, the growl in his throat turning into a low rumble. I love you no matter what you are. He made a doggy grin. Werewolf-ness and all.
But it didn’t change other people’s perspective. Still, that was when Paul’s temper came in handy. If people wanted to be assholes, then he’d just kick their asses. Simple enough.
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Post by embry on Apr 27, 2008 15:16:28 GMT -5
You do, was Embry's retort. I just failed to mention that I happen to worry just as much. Embry moved forward, nudging Paul out of his pack with a roll of his eyes. He resisted the urge to send the thought 'Nosy' across their connection (sometimes it was just too much fun to tease Paul) and opened up the back compartment of the bag. With gentle teeth he pulled out a pair of blue jeans and dropped them next to his feet, then nosed around until he found another pair and held them out to Paul. These are smaller than the other ones, they might fit better.
He kept his thought on Imprinting to himself, then. He knew his fear was not unfounded, he'd felt Leah's pain, but he also couldn't imagine it happening to either him or Paul. There would be no use worrying about it; if it happened, he'd deal with it then.Yeah, I don't mind if you feel the need to run around naked, Embry remarked with a smirk, pushing any dark thoughts away. That's your lifestyle choice.
Embryshook his head again, hiding his pleased embarrassment to hear the words and know they had to be true. You couldn't lie to pack it just...it was unimaginable. I love you, too, he responded in kind, nuzzling and licking against Paul's throat before he stepped back. If you stopped beating people up I'd love you more. Not really. He didn't think it was possible to love Paul more.
With a sigh (more human than dog) Embry closed his eyes and tried to remember what human Embry was. Away from the pack. It was hard, btu necessary if he wanted to phase back.
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Post by swivelcanines on Apr 27, 2008 15:29:19 GMT -5
Gee, thanks, he thought sarcastically, picking up the jeans in his teeth, being careful not to rip them. And I’m only shorter than you by about an inch, so shut up. Embry better not be getting any smart ideas.
He whacked Embry in the head with his paw as he nuzzled him again. I know, I know, he thought, exasperated, but happy to hear it all the same. Not that he needed to – Embry had said it enough, hadn’t he?
I guess our love will never grow then, he thought forlornly, secretly amused. Because as long as there are morons, my foot will find their ass. With that, he trotted into the thick coverage of the woods to phase. He liked his privacy, thanks.
Turning into a human was much harder than turning into a wolf. For one, instead of letting the anger have you, you had to find a peaceful, calm center, something Paul was not good at at all. Two, you often landed rather ungracefully on the ground, naked, which despite their healing rates, was still painful. Sitting up on the forest floor, now with only two legs, Paul ran his hand over his head, rubbing at the crick in the back of his neck. His body felt a bit sore from falling but soon the ache was reduced to nothing. Standing, he pulled on the jeans and stumbled back into the clearing. “Fuck,” he muttered, brushing the dirt off his arms. It was always a bit weird to return to his human form. Being a wolf felt incredibly natural, and going back to his true form was strangely quiet, without the advanced senses of the wolf and the voices of his packmates in his mind. Still, being human had it’s advantages. Like, having intelligent thought for one.
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Post by embry on Apr 27, 2008 15:51:35 GMT -5
Bein a wolf felt natural. Sam had told them they born with the wolf in them, and Embry believe him. Pack felt natural, felt wonderful. Changing back was hard to do because it was so hard to separate himself from that feeling. Still, once Paul had ambled out of the clearing, Embry settled himself to begin. It was at first hard to remember hands and feet and words spoken and wide smiles and soft, human skin, but all too soon it came back to him.
And then he was sitting, wincing, in the grass, stark nude and feeling slightly awkward, as he always had after the change. Embry stretched, reaching for his pack where he pulled a pair of boxers from and then threw them on. He stood, running his fingers through his dark brown hair with one hand and stooping to grab his jeans in the other. He groaned as he did because despite accelerated healing, the feeling of the shift was so awkward it was almost like soreness in every fiber of muscle.
Embry glanced up as Paul walked into the clearing, swearing as he always did, and quickly threw the long blue jeans on over his boxers. He didn't know why he should've been self-conscious (Paul had seen him after phasing before and after his first time, Sam, Jared, and Paul had all been there right before he passed out) but he felt better once he had the jeans on none the less.
Casting Paul a side long grin, Embry asked, "Feeling better, sunshine?" the teasing note in his voice all too predominant. Embry leaned down, groaned again at the stretch of muscles and stuffed his things into his bag and slung it over his shoulder. Casually, he lifted Paul's as well, one handed despite the texts inside and tossed it to him. "You better be, 'cause it's time to run home and be used in a method of sacrificial slaughter by your mom."
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