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I'll Teach You How To Love (Me)

Summary:
One of the werewolves imprints on a mysterious woman. He travels to the ends of the earth to find her, and then discovers he has an impossible task. He doesn't just have to convince her to love him. He has to convince her love exists at all.


Notes:
Right- this is a multi-chapter fic. I own nothing. It's in second person, so you can really pick a werewolf besides Jake, Quil, Sam, and Jared. In my mind, it's Embry, and that may be established later. Each chapter has a song which inspired it. I will provide links to the songs. You need to listen to them to get the right mood. I own nothing. REVIEW.


16. Dark Blue

Rating 5/5   Word Count 548   Review this Chapter

“Not besides what I told you, no.”

“Can you tell me about it? Imprinting, I mean. I’m a little curious about that pedophile friend of yours. The one who imprinted on Claire.”

You sigh.

“It isn’t like that. Not for either of them. Not now.” You take Quil’s part just as vehemently as he would himself. “He loves her. And, yes, right now she’s eight years old. But he would never, never… He loves her, but he isn’t in love with her, the way I’m in love with you. He just wants her to be happy. Like I want you to be happy. Someday, if she needs him to love her like that, he will. But for now… you have to understand. He would no sooner do that than I would hurt you. I tried to explain imprinting as it applied to me personally… but maybe that isn’t the way to do it. The truth is that it’s different, really. It just means… I’m here. Whatever you want me for, I’m yours. Sam is Emily’s. Jared is Kim’s. Quil is Claire’s. Unconditionally. Forever.”

She stands. “I gotta go.”

“Why?”

“Too much,” she whispers, and you choke on air.

No. God, no. You can’t let her leave like this. Not when the future, so new, is so bright. Not at this moment.

Never.

“Wait,” you whisper.

Silently, she sits back down. You wonder at her lack of any response, until you notice she’s flushing.

“What’s wrong?” You are slightly embarrassed yourself. Grand romantic speeches aren’t something you ever thought you’d catch yourself doing.

“I overreacted, didn’t I?”

“Not at all. You’ve taken this whole thing really well. It’s not every day you get a stranger swearing unconditional devotion to you.” you offer.

She smiles. “I try.”

The food comes out then, and you devour it. She grins as you eat, occasionally asking a question whenever your mouth is fullest. You explain about imprinting, vampires, werewolves… everything. She watches, and nods, and accepts it all.

Eventually, the meal ends. The plates are cleared, and you both stand. The sky is dark blue, navy against the pinpoint stars.

She takes your hand again, and this time the spark spins out of control. You turn to face her, and her eyes burn into yours.

“I love you,” you whisper.

She doesn’t answer, not in so many words. But you think it’s more than enough when she throws her arms around your neck and her lips crash into yours.

A corner of your mine registers that it’s your first kiss (you’ve kept it even from the pack). The rest of you is lost to the fire racing through you, setting you alight, till you swear that everyone looking through the restaurant’s window can see you shining against the night.

You don’t care.

No, you’re too busy. Your lips are on hers, moving in a rhythm you didn’t know existed but that you can now see holds the world together. Your hands are on her hips, gently holding her close to you. She winds her arms further around your neck, pulling your faces closer together.

The world is nothing but her.