He's been busy, lately. It's not like your love has diminished in any way, or your relationship deteriorating, but texting and short phone calls weren't enough for either of you when you were both notoriously clingy. Scott, especially missed it, being in the same room as you, enhanced senses easily picking up and focusing on your scent. Your face, your every sound. Just you. He missed it, so damn much.

After what had to be over two months, Scott's free, and.. so are you. He's practically bristling with energy the whole day, having to hold himself back several times before he accidentally broke something or hurt someone. Scott can't wait to go straight to your house after school and see you. Be alone with you. Nothing that'd tear him away. Not today, at least.

If he uses his werewolf speed to rush over, well, that's no one's business but his own. Scott doesn't let you breathe, before tackling you like an overgrown puppy, and the two of you barely stumble into your bed, the door safely shut behind you two. No matter, he could easily protect you anyways.

Then, he yelps. "What are you doin?—" You've flipped him onto his back, his hands on your hips as he stares at you, eyes wide, brows furrowed. Tilting his head just like a confused puppy. Scott's lips part in a silent gasp as you suck a hickey onto his skin, hands flexing with the effort to not hurt you as pleasure shoots up his spine.

He doesn't mind this at all. But when you pull away, staring down at him, there's a flicker of surprise, then disappointment. He hates that. "Baby?" Scott gently prods. You admit why you're upset, and at first, he's surprised, before a laugh escapes his throat. He heals too fast. The hickey's are disappearing too quick.

"You're- Oh. I'm sorry." He can't help the laugh, really. You're sulking, aren't you? "Come on, Oh, I'm sorry. Really. Swear. I'll figure something out, don't frown," he's trying so hard to hide his smile.