Don't leave me Who: Cleo and Colin What: Their first night alone When: Tuesday Evening Where: Colin and Becky's house which is now Cleo and Colin's house Warnings: Hormonal werecat?
Cleo couldn't believe how things had been happening for her. She'd come to America to help her cousin out and now here she was moved in with her fiance and expecting a baby. She definitely hadn't expected things to happen the way that they had, but she was finding that this was exactly what she needed. Colin was amazing, even more so now that he wasn't all temperamental from lack of getting laid. He certainly didn't have that problem anymore, that was for sure. Cleo doubted it was possible to be any more happy than she was at current, but she figured she'd truly find out what happiness meant when their baby arrived.
But for now it was just the two of them. The two of them in their own home. Though she had free run of the house now, she still wasn't coming out of the basement for much more than she had to. Perhaps it was the nesting instincts that she had. While Becky had been moving things over to Cathair's home, she'd watched the children and now they'd been picked up and she was left alone to wait for Colin to come home from work. She'd made him his favorite meal, making sure to make enough because that boy could definitely eat. She figured a nice little dinner and then a roll in the hay would be just what they needed to christen their new found freedoms of having their own home, just the two of them.
Colin was happier than he’d ever been in his life. Yeah, he was still cursed and he had even more responsibility now, but his life had never been better. His sister was happy again, she and Amy had somebody to take care of them. Somebody he could trust. And they were close by, so he still had his family. His pace. And now he had Cleo and a baby on the way. It was overwhelming and awesome at the same time.
He’d gone straight to the shower after he got home from work, no matter how good everything in the kitchen smelled as soon as he walked through the door. He was nasty and greasy and didn’t want to get any of it on his mate. Scrubbing off any much of the oil and grime as he could, he changed into a pair of sweats and padded upstairs. “Hmm, smells good in here,” he told Cleo as he caught her around the waist and pulled her to him. “Especially you.”
She couldn't help but grin at him when he pulled her close. "Well you certainly smell better now than you did a few minutes ago." she teased, stealing a little kiss from him. "How was work?" she asked, though she didn't let him go just yet. She liked having him this close and planned on keeping it that way for at least a few moments more.
“Busy,” he said. “Which is a good thing, considering Maddie’s having twins. We need the business.” Colin had a bit of a nest egg saved up from the lack of anything resembling a social life he’d had for the last year. He hadn’t had any employees to pay and he and Becky had shared the living expenses. Tony didn’t have that luxury and Colin was trying to throw as many hours at him as he could without taking him away from his wife too much. “Might get Becky and go peek in on Maddie. With how much extra time he wants to work, she could probably use a hand around the place or some company.” He kissed her. “Just don’t overdo it.”
"I should definitely go peek in on her. I'm sure it'll give me something to do and I doubt I can overdo it too much since we're both pregnant. Before you know it me and Maddie will be waddling around and only able to sit on the sofa." she teased, even if it was pretty true for her future.
Colin let out a little chuckling growl and nuzzled Cleo’s cheek. “I know,” he agreed. “Especially you. Am I gonna have to move the couch to your sunny spot before then?” Not that it would bother him much if he did. Anything to make her more comfortable while she was pregnant. He kissed Cleo again, hands skimming down her sides. “Now we should eat, before you distract me from food completely.” Which didn’t take much effort. But they needed to eat, especially her.
"Yes." she told him instantly. She liked that one particular sunny spot and she knew she'd be shifted a lot, especially later in her pregnancy. "Mhm." she agreed, though the way he was touching her made eating a little less important. "I made your favorite." she smiled, allowing herself to pull away from him reluctantly.
His favorite? Colin didn’t really have a favorite food. He just liked food, now he liked food in large amounts. But whatever she had made smelled awesome. “Thanks,” he told her as he made himself sit down and eat. “It’s a little unreal, having the place to ourselves...its so...quiet.”
Well, one of his favorites. It was true that Colin would just eat whatever was given to him as if he hadn't eaten in days, but she'd made sure to make a dish that he tended to much down a little faster. Cleo was working on her eating her own meal when he commented about how quiet the place was. She nodded in agreement as she swallowed a bite of her food. "Mhm." she agreed. "Doesn't even feel the same." she admitted. "Without people in and out, the phone ringing constantly or Amy gurgling. I guess it's going to take some getting used to. By the time we do though, our baby will be here." she murmured, a smile on her lips.
Not to mention Sadhbh running around. That little girl was not remotely quiet. About anything. “It’s kinda creepy,” he admitted wryly, taking another bite. “Yeah, and you know we’re not going to get a quiet baby.” Especially if they ended up with a wolf cub. Kittens had to be quieter than wolves. Possibly less destructive too. “So is it too early to talk about names?” Usually they wouldn’t even know for a week or two, but since they did, that was on the table, right?
He was right, it was sort of creepy to have such a quiet house. She knew she'd be spending quite some time in their basement bedroom before she really let herself out into the house more. She was content to dwell in the one little portion of the house for as long as Colin would let her, honestly. She couldn't help but smile a little at him when he asked about names. She shook her head. "No." she told him. "It's not too early. Did you have a particular name in mind?" she questioned.
Okay, wrong question. Because he was hoping she did. “Um, no,” he admitted. “That’s kind of why I asked. I was hoping you did. I wasn’t allowed to name the family pets. Becky hated every name I came up with. So, I’ve got...nothing.”
Cleo chuckled a little at her lover's words. "I'm sure the names that you picked weren't that bad." she told him. "I honestly just hadn't put too much thought into it yet. I figured that we'd pick something out together. It is our baby, after all. We should both get a say."
“You realize everything I did wrong got exaggerated, because she’s my bratty little sister, right?” he pointed out wryly. “The only suggestion I have if we’re having a boy. Then it might be nice to have Robbie’s name in there somewhere. Since he was basically family and stuff.” She’d never known his best friend and almost brother in law, so he could understand Cleo objecting. That’s why he started with asking her about it.
Cleo blinked a little, mostly to keep herself from misting up too much at his gentle suggestion. "I think that would be sweet." she told him with a little nod. "I'm sure Robbie was probably short for Robert and that's a good name. Strong. I like it." She'd have never objected to something that obviously meant a lot to Colin. Besides, Robert, or Robbie for that matter, weren't the most awful names in the universe. He could have been friends with someone named Archibald. That one she might have objected to. "If we have a boy, I'd love to include Robbie's name."
“Yeah, it was,” he said. “He never used it. We aren’t long first name kind of people. I think Cathair’s the only one who calls Becky Rebecca. Which I am still getting used to.” He wondered if the reason wasn’t partially how badly his sister’s nickname sounded in the Irishman’s drawl. “We could name a girl Robbie too,” he pointed out. “But your family seems to like to name girls after queens and shit.” Her name was Cleopatra after all. And her cousin was Isis. They were all fancy.
"We all have obnoxious names." she told him. "But I've never been Cleopatra to anyone but my mother and father when they're annoyed with me or my siblings when they want to get my fur all ruffled." she explained. "I mean I've got my brother, Alistair. Then there are the twins, Aziza and Dalila. Obnoxious names." she chuckled. "I don't have to have a name like that for our baby. I'm fine with something more... American." she admitted with a bright smile. "To tell you the truth, I can't wait til we're married because Cleo Matthews sounds so much better than Cleo Amari."
Colin chuckled. “So you don’t mind something I can spell and pronounce without writing it down a dozen times and practicing?” he chuckled. “I can so get behind that, babe. Ever since I saw Sadhbh’s name written out, I keep pronouncing it wrong. Which makes her crazy. I’ll be happy for an easier name.” Reaching out across the table, he squeezed her hand. “I can’t wait until we’re married, but not for that reason. But if it makes you happy.”
Cleo squeezed his hand in return. "You make me happy." she told him. "But yes, something that we can both read and spell and pronounce easily sounds pretty perfect to me." Plus it was just torture to give a child a name that would be difficult for them to spell out when they learned to write. She'd much rather save any child of hers that annoyance. It was thinking of simple names that brought a thought to Cleo's mind. "Robbie's last name was Kyle, right?" she asked, knowing that was what Amy's last name was. "What if we just flipped it. Instead of Robert Kyle, Kyle Robert. What do you think? Simple, easy to say and spell. A name that actually means something, to the both of us. I might not have known Robbie, but if it hadn't been for his sacrifice, I'd have never met you, Colin."
Oh good. He grinned at the idea for a name. Kyle Robert Matthews. That had a nice ring to it. He looked down when she said that. “Yeah, I guess it did,” he agreed, then pushed away the grim memory. Robbie should have been here to hassle him about finally settling down, been his best man at his wedding. Watch his own daughter grow up. Not that Cathair wasn’t going to be a good father, but it wasn’t ever going to be the same. He knew that and for a moment, it was just driven home. Taking a few bites of food to get his thoughts off that grim train, he changed the subject back. “What about a girl’s name?”
She knew that he was remembering things he'd much rather not think of, so she was quiet for a few moments to let him regain his composure. When he asked about a girl's name, she thought for a moment. "Well, we could call her Colleen." she chuckled. "Pretty close to your name, sweetness."
Considering Cathair called every female younger than himself colleen, including Cleo, that might not be a good idea. “Yeah, except Cath would confuse the hell out of her by calling every other girl by her name,” he told her. “Maybe something a little more creative, although it’s sweet you want to name our baby after me. But let’s not and say we didn’t.”
She smiled and nodded. He was right, it would get confusing for their unborn possible daughter. "Well we can't go confusing our little girl." she murmured. "Guess I'll have to be more creative. What about Sophie? I always thought that was a pretty name."
Oh that was cute. “I like Sophie,” he said. “It’s girly and sweet.” Which girl’s names should be. “Any idea for a middle name?” Since they were on a roll here, might as well finish. “That way when we find out what we’re having, we can call the baby by their name.” Then he hesitated. “I suppose I should ask if you want to know, shouldn’t I?”
"How about Sophie Grace?" It was girly and sweet, like he'd said. And she liked girly and sweet. She also liked the way the names sounded together. His hesitation was adorable and she smiled at him. "Of course I want to know." she told him. "I want to be able to decorate the nursery. And since multiples tend to happen with werecats, and werewolves for that matter, I'd like to know if we're expecting more than just one."
“I like that,” he said. “Mom and Becky should, too. Especially when I tell them you came up with them.” He grinned, then groaned. “Oh God, don’t even suggest it. Tony’s wife is having twins. We’re having enough of a baby explosion without us having multiples, too.” He was still waiting for the inevitable moment when he smelled it on his sister. Especially the way she and her Irish fiance went at it. Waiting to enjoy the family they already had. Yeah right. He gave them six months. Tops.
"Well if we are having multiples, it's just as much your fault as it is mine." she teased. "Probably all your fault, honestly. Holding it in as long as you did." she smirked, taking one more bite from her plate and trying her best to keep as much of a straight face as she could. "I'm surprised that I didn't get pregnant as soon as I kissed you." she went on, still struggling to keep her face devoid of the hilarity building up inside of her.
Colin snorted at that. “I didn’t do that badly at biology, Cleo,” he told her. “If we’re having multiples it’s all on you. You make the eggs, I just finished the job.” He snickered himself. “You practically did, considering it’s been what, a week and a half?” God, it was crazy how fast everything was moving. But it just felt right, so he wasn’t complaining.
She shook her head and let out a little laugh. Of course then she started thinking harder on that 'it's been a week and a half' comment and she couldn't help but wonder if he thought things had moved too fast. Had they? Probably, but did it bother him? She swallowed down the lump that formed in her throat as her eyes wandered over his face. "Was it too fast?" she found herself saying before she could really think it over.
Oh shit, here came the waterworks. He shouldn’t have said it like that. Or said that. He didn’t mean it that way. Crap. Yeah, it was too fast but he didn’t care because he’d never been happier in his life. “Yeah it probably was,” he admitted, reaching out to take her hand again and squeeze it. He would never get used to that, the way any time she got upset it slammed him in the chest like a hammer. The mate bond was crazy stronger than he’d ever expected. “Baby, it doesn’t matter. I love you. You’re my mate and you’re having my baby. I’ve never been happier.”
Cleo bit her lower lip as he began to talk, worried about what exactly he was going to say. It did end up making her feel a little better, but she worried that maybe he was only saying those things because he didn't really have a choice in the matter. It wasn't like he could just walk away from her, not now. Not since he had mated with her. "I know that you're happy, but was me being your mate even a choice you made?" she questioned, unable to keep her worries to herself. "I mean it just sort of happened and..." Drawing in a little breath she blinked, but the mistiness won out and a single tear slipped down her cheek. "You didn't even really get a choice it... it just happened."
Oh crap. They were not having this conversation. First of all, it was moot. She was his mate. It was like marriage but infinitely more final. And seeing her hurt and doubt like that just made his heart clench up tight. “Baby-” he started to protest as she continued down that road. “Nobody forced me to sleep with you.” That was a valid point. “I turned down every girl before you. You were the only one who didn’t swallow my emo crap and leave me alone.” He took her other hand, squeezing it, willing to do about anything to get her to stop crying. “Besides, in the mindset I was in that night, would I have made the right choice? I was so messed up and hated myself and you- you showed me that my life didn’t have to be the hell I was living in. Only you. So if the wolf took the decision away from me, I’m not fucking sorry. Never sorry you’re my mate. Okay?”
She wasn't sure whether to be happy or more upset. He said he wasn't sorry, but had the wolf taken over his decision? But even if it had, the wolf was still part of him so wasn't it still technically his decision, perhaps on a subconscious level? Her head was swimming with plenty of horrible worries, but in the end she couldn't really change the way things had happened or the speed in which they'd happened. Regardless of what had led them up to this point, she was his mate. She was his pregnant mate. And he wasn't sorry, or so he said, so she had to accept that and take him for his word. She nodded a little and sniffed a little, trying to calm herself even just a smidgen. "I'm sorry if I pushed you into this..." she told him. "I wasn't trying to tra-trap you." she whimpered. "I just... you were just so... st-stubborn."
Oh, this was not happening. And it couldn’t be good for her. Fuck holding her hands. Colin pulled his tiny mate into his lap, wrapping his arms around her and nuzzling her cheek trying to calm her. “Cleo, baby, listen to me,” he said. “You didn’t force me into anything. You saved me from the fucking hell my life had become. You helped me accept what happened. Before you became my mate. You helped me more than anyone before, because you didn’t back down and let me fall back into my self-made pit of despair. You’ve given me a reason to live. Really live. And now I have another. So please, stop it. Please. I know it’s crazy but I’m happy. So happy. And I love you and-” Okay, frankly, she was scaring the crap out of him. But saying that would be bad. “I want to be with you.” There, that was better, right?
Cleo curled into him as if she thought she'd float away if she let go. She wanted to believe him, more than anything, so she resolved herself to just nod a little. They'd definitely given new meaning to the term 'whirlwind romance' that was for sure. "I want to be with you too." she whispered after a moment, though the words were slightly hoarse and fairly soft and muffled.
She had him worried she was having second thoughts. God, he didn’t want to think that. Colin couldn’t handle that. Even if he wouldn’t do anything to stop her if she decided to leave, the idea of it was making him go crazy. Her small nod wasn’t very comforting and neither were her hoarse words. “God, Cleo, what do I have to do to convince you?” he pleaded, burying his face into her curls. “Please don’t leave me, baby. Please.” She was probably going to get mad at him for saying that, but why else would she bring this up? He couldn’t really have second thoughts here. Even if he could, he didn’t want to. Because he’d never been so happy in his life. He had everything, everything on that little list that meant he’d done something with his life. It didn’t matter if it wasn’t exactly the way everybody else did it.
And she really didn’t understand how much not leaving him alone before he’d even kissed her meant. “I need you,” he told her. “I needed you the second you started lecturing me in the office. I needed somebody who wouldn’t let me hide in the dark anymore. You wouldn’t and now I don’t want to go back because this is so much better than anything else I’ve ever known. Please, Cleo.”
It wasn't that Cleo was having second thoughts, if anything she was worried that she was the only one who was getting a choice in the matter. She loved Colin, crazy as it was and fast as it was, that was undeniable. "Why would I leave you?" she whimpered, the tears really not being able to be held back at that simple plea. She pulled back enough to look at him, even through the blur of tears and shook her head a little as her hands found his cheeks. "I love you." she told him. "And I don't want to leave. That wasn't even a thought in my head, baby, I just... I was just worried that... that I was the only one who got a choice in the matter, like... like I took your decision away from you but... but if you say I didn't, then okay." Her heart was thumping frantically in her chest and she thought she might throw up if she kept going in the direction this conversation had been going. "I don't want to leave you. I don't ever want to be without you."
Colin had been a lot better able to deal with mood swings when his sister was having them. If this happened every time Cleo had one, they were in for a long pregnancy. She wasn’t the only one feeling physically ill at the whole conversation. “Then why bring it up?” he demanded in a pained whine. “It doesn’t matter. I chose you before I bit you, or I never would have slept with you in the first place. I don’t get why you don’t believe me. Because you were just teasing me about how I’d held back for so long and I just don’t understand why you’d even bring it up.” Okay, now he needed to let it go before he made them both sick. He hugged her tighter. “Good, because I don’t even want to think about life without you. I love you, Cleo. You love me. That’s all that matters.”
"B-because you commented about how... how it had only been a little over a week." she explained. At least she thought that was why she'd brought it up in the first place. "I just want to be what you want." she told him. "Because you want me, not because something you can't control makes you want me." she explained, or at least tried to though it all was just so damn confusing. "But if you say that you chose me before you bit me, then fast or not... that's all that matters." she murmured, tipping her forehead to rest against his. "I do love you. More than I could tell you. And I guess I'm just terrified that you'll resent me." she admitted. "For pushing you too fast into something you were trying so hard to avoid since you were bitten."
“I think you’re hormonal,” he grumbled with a soft chuckle. “I have told you over and over. I don’t know what else I can say or do to convince you otherwise.” He sighed softly and snuggled her more comfortably in his lap. “Christ Cleo, if I had my way the way I was thinking, I’d never have taken the chance, ever. I thought my life was over. I was living to take care of Becky and Amy, and then it was only because I felt guilty for trying to leave them after I first got bitten. I didn’t go home until the first full moon. Then I woke up on Becky’s stoop. I knew after that, I had no choice. I’m a pack animal, and I can’t be a loner. But I did my best to protect everyone from me. It was stupid and wrong and not helping, but you were the only person who wouldn’t let me keep on believing that. So if you pushed me too fast, it’s just something else I needed. So, for God’s sake, stop worrying about it before we both end up a mess, okay?”
She was hormonal, she thought. And he had told her over and over, but she was a worrier before she was pregnant and those emotions only seemed to be heightened now. "You did need a push." she told him, her fingers gently caressing his cheek. "If I didn't pry you out of your shell, you'd have evaporated eventually out of sheer loneliness. I couldn't have let that happen to you."
“Yes, that’s what I have been saying for the last ten minutes,” he grumbled. “Jesus, I don’t remember mood swings being this traumatic.” He kissed her soundly, if anything just to get them off this whole depressing topic. “Yes, so thank you for making me all horny and bite you. Now go eat your dinner because you’re pregnant and this can’t be good for you or the baby. My baby, who I love very much. Like my mate.” Not that he was letting her go, but one of them had to put things very much back into perspective here.
A little giggle escaped her because it was just funny to hear him say the word 'horny' in that context. "I'm sorry." she told him, letting her hand brush gently through his hair. "I'm a mess and I didn't mean to start an emotional roller-coaster." She hadn't meant to launch them into the conversation that had just taken place, but at least now she felt a little better about the whole situation. "I love you too, very much." she told him. "And this baby. Something that feels this right can't be wrong, can it?"
Yeah, it was kind of funny, but he was at his wits’ end here. Not that that was a long trip or anything. “Just don’t do it too much and I’ll be okay. Or pick something that I can actually do something to fix. Like have a crazy food craving. Anything but doubting how I feel about you because of how this went down.” He kissed her again and nodded. “No way anything wrong could feel this good.”
"I'm sure you'll get your share of crazy food cravings." she murmured, taking advantage of their closeness and stealing one more little kiss. "I love you, I do." she murmured. "And I am sorry for being crazy and confusing and emotional. I just... I want to be everything to you because you're already everything to me." she whispered. "And honestly that's saying a lot because cats don't usually mate." she pointed out. "But it feels like I have..."
“You’re pregnant. You’re going to crazy and confusing and emotional,” he pointed out wryly. “I just forgot this fact for a second because of the ‘Oh my god, my mate is freaking the fuck out and I can’t kill anything to make it better!’ which is apparently the wolf’s solution to things.” He chuckled and shook his head, then kissed her back. “Then the crazy fast mating is mutual and we’re both happy and in love, so let’s be happy in and in love and never, ever have this conversation again. Please.”
She nodded and laughed. "You'd kill something for me?" she murmured, cooing over his words as if they were the most amazing offer in the world because to the cat part of her, they were. He was willing to kill something to prove that he cared for her and that was honestly just what she needed to hear in that moment.
Colin let out a laugh. “Apparently I would,” he said. “I’m assuming the usual mate freak outs for a pregnant wolf are ‘I’m hungry, feed your family moron.’ or ‘There is something threatening the den, do something about it.’ but yeah, I’m guessing the urge is the provider part of me as well. So yeah, although the last time I offered to bring you a rabbit, you turned your little kitty nose up at it.”
Cleo smiled at him. "Because rabbits are yucky." she told him. "I like squirrels better. Chipmunks are disgusting too. Birds are okay, sometimes, but they've got obnoxious beaks and bony feet." It was a strange conversation to be having, had anyone been listening, thankfully Becky and Cathair hadn't been still living there for this conversation.
“Hey, I like rabbit,” he said. “I liked it before I became a wolf even. But squirrels should be doable, since they’re more than a mouthful. Isn’t that a lot of fur for little payout though?” Really, squirrels were all floofy tail after all. And yes, it was a weird conversation, but considering who they were and the turn their lives had taken, it was fairly normal. “And now I am getting hungry again.” He shifted Cleo so he could free up an arm and get to his plate. “Okay, so this might not work so well. Might have to let you eat my dinner and clean up the leftovers later. Because I’m not letting go of you now. Your fault.”
"I was already almost finished with my dinner." she told him. "You eat your dinner, your appetite is bigger than mine. And I'm pregnant. Piggy." she teased. She didn't mind that he didn't want to let her go. She liked being close to him and as if to prove just how much she curled in even more though it was against one shoulder so he would be able to finish his dinner.
Colin frowned. “That’s all you’re eating?” he asked. “Usually you can pack away half as much as I eat.” He snorted. “I’m a wolf and I already had the hollow leg metabolism. Drove my family nuts. Especially Becky, since I ate constantly and couldn’t gain weight and she was doing all the diet shit. Of course, it didn’t help that I mocked her for it every time she complained.” They had the typical brother/sister relationship. He took a couple of bites. “So what about your family? You never talk about them.”
"I guess I'm just not as hungry tonight. I'll probably make up for it at three in the morning." she teased, even if there was a grain of truth to the statement. "I'm sure I'll hate you for your metabolism when I have the baby and have all the extra weight to get rid of and can't." she chuckled. "So prepare yourself for that one." When he asked about her family, she shrugged a little. "I guess there isn't all that much to tell." she explained. "My parents are actually still together which is strange as far as werecats are concerned. Guess I take after them more than I thought. All four of us kids are from the same male, my father, which again is strange." she smiled. "But my parents were just too in love to give up on one another so they got married and had the four of us. They still live in England. The girls are all wanting babies and my brother, for lack of a better explanation, likes to whore around." she said, shaking her head. "He definitely doesn't take after my father much."
“What extra weight?” he snorted. “There’s nothing to you. Except fantastic huge boobs, which I am not complaining about.” Really, Cleo was tiny. And with a were metabolism, he doubted she’d have all that much trouble losing baby weight. Especially if she was nursing a baby. That took tons of calories if he recalled the baby book he’d made the mistake of reading last year. He nodded as she pretty much gave him a Cliff notes review of her family. “So you’re the youngest then?” he asked. Since Cleo was only nineteen, he couldn’t imagine young teenagers being obsessed with babymaking. That was just frightening. “Well, I’m glad you’re a freak and aren’t afraid of canines.” He kissed her between bites. “You sure you’re not still hungry?
Cleo was definitely gifted as far as the breast department was concerned. Still, she was fairly certain she'd have some weight to get rid of after their child's birth, but time would tell. "No, I'm in the middle." she told him. "Alistair is older and the girls are seventeen. They want babies, but I don't think they're trying to have them yet. But it won't be long, I'm sure. It's a woman's goal in life, in our family at least, to reproduce. Which is why I'm not worried about telling my mother. She'll be ecstatic. She'll want to meet you. Though she'll tease you about things like asking if we fight like cats and dogs." she smiled. She knew her mother all to well. "So long as you don't start chasing me up trees, we won't have a problem." she teased. "I'm fine, I promise." she assured him.
Okay, that was frightening. “This is a cat thing I don’t want to get, isn’t it?” he asked. “Also, if it is a cat thing, I really hope we have wolves. Not that the urge to reproduce seems to be any weaker, it’s just...seventeen is way too young.” He snorted at the ‘fight like cats and dogs’ joke. “God, I’m surprised nobody who knows hasn’t made that joke. That’s bad.” He scoffed at the idea of chasing her up a tree. “The only place I plan to chase you is to bed. And you know what we’ll do when we get there.” He kissed her again for emphasis.
"For a female cat it's like... what makes you worth being on the planet." she shrugged. "Like you're not really worth anything until you make a baby." she explained. It was really the only way that she knew to tell him what it was like. "I mean like men, humans mostly, always want to pass on their name to a male child so they know that their name is going to live on and so forth. Something like that. But yeah, if we have girls, kitty girls, you're going to have your hands full." she chuckled. "Kitty boys too for that matter because they like, for the most part, sowing as many seeds as possible." Yeah, a baby wolf sounded a lot better if she was being completely honest, but only because she was worried for Colin's mental and emotional health. Their children were going to be the death of him.
‘Cat thing I didn’t want to get,” he reiterated. “But since they’re going to be like you, with us bringing them up, maybe they won’t be so...slutty.” God, he hoped so, because he was going to have to crack some heads here if they didn’t. “This makes what your cousin did make a lot more sense. And while I am kind of glad you didn’t set me up like that, I suppose I’m flattered you found me acceptable enough for the whole mating deal. Although I clearly have better taste than you. Considering who’s getting what out of this deal.”
"Our girls won't be slutty." she told him. "Cats or otherwise." While she understood urges, she hoped that she could instill in her children that just because you wanted to do something didn't mean you should. "I don't think I could set someone up like that." she told him. "It just seems wrong. I mean I understand why she did, I know that she wanted to have her children on her own, but it was just never going to be right for me to do this on my own." she shrugged. "I always wanted a white picket fence sort of life." she explained. "Guess I picked you before I even realized it. And I think that I'm getting plenty out of this deal, thank you very much."
Colin nodded. “Yeah, because I’ll run out space to the hide the bodies otherwise,” he teased. He wasn’t worried about it, especially when Cleo explained how she felt it was wrong. If she could come to that conclusion growing up with it being acceptable, he had a feeling instilling similar values in their kids wouldn’t be so hard. “Well, since I’m a white picket fence kind of guy, you got what you wanted,” he told her. “Yeah, I’m glad you did. But I think you’re a bit biased, because you are clearly a better catch than me.”
She shook her head briefly before leaning in to press a kiss to his neck. "I think you're biased." she murmured. "Because you're an amazing catch. Good looking, a hard worker, completely and utterly infatuated with me. What else could I want? Oh, and you're remarkable in bed."
“I am very biased,” he agreed with a soft growl. “But I have a beautiful, sexy mate. Who thinks I am amazing in bed even though foreplay is a feat only accomplished by great strength of will on my part.” He nuzzled her cheek until she lifted her head so he could kiss her. “I love you, Cleo.”
"I love you too." she whispered against his mouth in between a couple more kisses. "Foreplay is overrated." she murmured. "Honestly, ninety-nine percent of the time I'm content to have you throw me down on the bed and have your way with me." she smirked.
Colin chuckled against her lips. “Well, if that’s what you want...” he teased, making sure he had a good grip on Cleo before standing up. “I think we can manage that. Although I think we should work on making the rest of the house smell like us.”
She couldn't help but giggle as she wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. "Oh?" she murmured, stealing another kiss. "What room should we start with?"
He returned the kiss, hands going under her nice, round bottom to balance her weight against his chest better. And now she was asking him to think. Like he was good at that when she was making him all turned on? “The closest one,” he decided in a hungry growl. Which was open since they were in the kitchen. That might work though.
She smirked as an idea hit her. "Well, there's plenty of counter space." she breathed, nipping his lower lip and giving it a brief little tug as her eyes flicked open to meet his. "Did I mention I love it when you growl like that?" she asked him. "It's like primal code for 'I want you dripping wet for me' and damn if it doesn't work like a charm." And she planned on taking full advantage of that in every room she could convince him to do it in.
Okay, so the whole house most likely. It was theirs now after all.