Unmated and Unloved {Pg13-M}

I watched him sit down next to my feet and stared at him for a minute and studied him a bit more now realizing how long his hair was. I looked at him for a moment and shook my head "Why do you have long hair?"

"Just haven't cut it. Plus I used to have to have it longer, to show I'm the runt of the litter." He explained, his head snuggled against her leg. His dark eyes closed, sighing contently. His hand rubbed her calf soothingly, as much for her comfort as for his.

I leaned back against the couch again "You dont have to cut it if you dont want to." I looked at him and smiled a bit. I sat back up when he began to rub my calf, I leaned forward a bit and loosely wrapped my arms around him from where he was sitting and layed my head on one of his shoulders.

"Would if I knew how." He sighed, getting quite comfortable where he was sat. As she wrapped her arms round him, Oliver smiled. He turned his head to kiss her temple, then lent his head gently on hers. "Anything particular you'd like to do?"

"I'm defiantly not going on a run without you for on." I gave a small smile when I felt him kiss my temple. "In stead of asking what i want to do, i want to know what you would like to do."

"Done." He smiled, settling down. He closed his dark eyes, sighing contently. He then chuckled, the sound low and rumbling, like thunder. "Because I'm not fussed what we do." With that, he span round and lent over swiftly, his lips on her fore head before he darted away, shouting. "Stay there!"

I smiled at him "Im not fussed etheir." I smiled at him when he spun around and kissed my forehead. When he got up and darted off I gave a small nod before laying down on the couch for a moment.

I sat up on the couch when I heard Oliver come back into the cabin. "What was thay about?" I watched as he walked into the room I was in and looked him over before my eyes landed on a new fresh long cut on his thigh almost to his knee. "What did you do?"

"Just a scrap with a loner, no biggie." He explained, sighing. Blood ran down his leg from the pressure on it and he winced, flexing it with a great deal of pain.

I studied his face for a moment when he said it wasn't a big deal and saw him wince a little "I thought you said it wasn't no biggie?" I looked back to his leg and saw the blood slowly trail from the wound "Would you at least clean it."

"It'll be gone in max an hour, so I wouldn't worry." Oliver shrugged, sitting down on the sofa next to her. He let his arm lol on the back of the sofa fr her to lean on, hair muddy. He flicked it out of his eyes before muttering. "Stupid fringe."

I gave a small smile at his comment "Then would you at least go wash your muddy hair?" I smiled a bit before leaning against him. I let out a small sigh of contentment before I heard what he muttered "You may think its stupid but I think I like it."

"Do I have too?" He groaned, withdrawing his arm. He looked at her, pouting. He then whined. "Why? Why are women always Like your hair'?"

"You sound like a child when you say it like that." I sat back up and smiled at him slightly while giving a slight nod "What do you mean by always?"

"Nevermind, I've been told to wash my hair." He sighed and trudged off for a shower. He yelled in pain as it stung his healing thigh, the sound ringing through the house. Muddy water gurgled down the drain.

I stayed out in the living room, but when I heard him yell in pain I winced and got up before walking to the bathroom and knocking on the door "Oliver are you alright?" I knew the yell was from his healing thigh and gave a slight whine, I didn't know why but I felt hurt and guilty just from knowing he was in pain because of me.

"I'm fine!" He called, shutting the water off. He quickly dried himself off and placed some clean boxers/trousers. He limped out, wincing. "My leg kills."

I backed away from the door when he came out and watched as he limped a little and gave a very soft whine and looked at him "Im sorry." I walked over and sat on the bed and watched him "At least your hair is clean now." I gave him a small smile to and lighten the mood.

"Sure, clean hair." He grinned, limping after her. He sat down one the bed as his leg finished healing, he winced and yelled. "Well any reason you chose the bed?" He asked, grinning, crawling over to her.

"I didn't feel like walking out into the living room." I smiled at him and watched as he crawled over to me as I sat on the bed. "Why do you think I came in here?" I smiled a bit when I saw the grin on his face.

"Not possibly because you want a little fun!" He joked, his lips finding her shoulder before running up her neck, his arm wrapping around her waist.

I smiled at him and watched and he crawled towards me "And why do you think that?" I smiled again when I felt his arm wrap around my waist then had a shiver run through me when I felt his lips run from my shoulder to my neck.

I have a small smile when I heard him chuckle then felt goosebumps run down my arms when he began to bunch my shirt up.

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