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Becca moved away from the bed to stand near the doorway when Rita pulled Leon down to sit next to her. He could feel her witchy little eyes on them as he took Rita's hand in his and brought it up to kiss the back, but ignored the sensation and didn't look over at Becca. There was only Rita. He sighed with his nose and lips still pressed against the back of her hand, and ran his thumb over the ridges of her knuckles.
They'd just got her out of bed, and there she was again, pale and weak, but she spoke to him clearly, reassured him in her warm and measured tones. This wasn't Rita after her gunshot wound, this was Rita after she'd helped their friend. No, more than that — Orvar was part of their oddball family, making them a vampire, two werewolves, a witch, and an amazing woman who'd, without a second thought, given Orvar a way to recover from his injuries that he'd earned trying to help them.
They already owed Orvar a long list of debts: he'd given them sanctuary, the room they slept in, food to fill their bellies, and most importantly, he'd had a hand in saving Rita's life. Not once had Orvar brought up or even hinted at them paying him back. He'd given freely to them. If he'd been able to give Orvar blood, he would've, and Rita wouldn't have given him shit for sacrificing for a friend. She probably would've just made sure he had juice and cookies, and then loved on him.
When she asked if he'd been out, he rolled his face on her hand so it was his cheek resting on the back and smiled at her. "That your way of telling me I'm acting weird?" He didn't feel particularly antsy, but it had been close to a week since he and Nate had been on a run, and if she'd picked up on something that made her suggest going, then he'd be an idiot to ignore her. She'd known him before Lorelei had fucked with the seal that kept his transformations tied to the full moon — before the wolf had been allowed to roam about in his head, and she'd known him after. If anyone could recognize differences in his behavior that could be solved by running in the swamps and hunting some unsuspecting wildlife, it was Rita.
He turned his head and kissed her hand again. "Alright, I'll see if he wants to go after he gets here with your snack."
Not long after, Nate came through the door, a plate with cookies in one hand and a glass of juice in the other.
"Brought Thin Mints and Samoas," he said, moving towards them.
"Girl Scout cookies? Since when do we have Girl Scout cookies?" Leon asked, lowering Rita's hand so he could stare at the plate.
"Since I put them in my stash," said Becca.
"You have a stash? What else you got?"
"So you can sniff around until you find it? Nope, not telling." Becca crossed her arms over her chest and raised a thin eyebrow at Nate as the younger werewolf deposited the cookies and juice on the nightstand closest to Rita. "And you better not either."
"Speaking of sniffing around. You up for a run?" Leon asked, nabbing a cookie from the plate and popping it into his mouth despite Becca's protests. He grabbed another and offered it to Rita alongside her glass of juice, which seemed to mollify Becca. She'd stopped glowering at him, at least.
Nate was quick to agree, and left the room with Becca, presumedly to say his goodbyes to her. They'd really taken the whole couple ploy Rita had proposed before they went to visit her parents to the next level, hadn't they?
"Love you," he said, and leaned over to press a kiss to Rita's lips. "Be back before you know it."
With that, and another Thin Mint for the road, Leon left.
They'd just got her out of bed, and there she was again, pale and weak, but she spoke to him clearly, reassured him in her warm and measured tones. This wasn't Rita after her gunshot wound, this was Rita after she'd helped their friend. No, more than that — Orvar was part of their oddball family, making them a vampire, two werewolves, a witch, and an amazing woman who'd, without a second thought, given Orvar a way to recover from his injuries that he'd earned trying to help them.
They already owed Orvar a long list of debts: he'd given them sanctuary, the room they slept in, food to fill their bellies, and most importantly, he'd had a hand in saving Rita's life. Not once had Orvar brought up or even hinted at them paying him back. He'd given freely to them. If he'd been able to give Orvar blood, he would've, and Rita wouldn't have given him shit for sacrificing for a friend. She probably would've just made sure he had juice and cookies, and then loved on him.
When she asked if he'd been out, he rolled his face on her hand so it was his cheek resting on the back and smiled at her. "That your way of telling me I'm acting weird?" He didn't feel particularly antsy, but it had been close to a week since he and Nate had been on a run, and if she'd picked up on something that made her suggest going, then he'd be an idiot to ignore her. She'd known him before Lorelei had fucked with the seal that kept his transformations tied to the full moon — before the wolf had been allowed to roam about in his head, and she'd known him after. If anyone could recognize differences in his behavior that could be solved by running in the swamps and hunting some unsuspecting wildlife, it was Rita.
He turned his head and kissed her hand again. "Alright, I'll see if he wants to go after he gets here with your snack."
Not long after, Nate came through the door, a plate with cookies in one hand and a glass of juice in the other.
"Brought Thin Mints and Samoas," he said, moving towards them.
"Girl Scout cookies? Since when do we have Girl Scout cookies?" Leon asked, lowering Rita's hand so he could stare at the plate.
"Since I put them in my stash," said Becca.
"You have a stash? What else you got?"
"So you can sniff around until you find it? Nope, not telling." Becca crossed her arms over her chest and raised a thin eyebrow at Nate as the younger werewolf deposited the cookies and juice on the nightstand closest to Rita. "And you better not either."
"Speaking of sniffing around. You up for a run?" Leon asked, nabbing a cookie from the plate and popping it into his mouth despite Becca's protests. He grabbed another and offered it to Rita alongside her glass of juice, which seemed to mollify Becca. She'd stopped glowering at him, at least.
Nate was quick to agree, and left the room with Becca, presumedly to say his goodbyes to her. They'd really taken the whole couple ploy Rita had proposed before they went to visit her parents to the next level, hadn't they?
"Love you," he said, and leaned over to press a kiss to Rita's lips. "Be back before you know it."
With that, and another Thin Mint for the road, Leon left.
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