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Post by sam on Jan 16, 2009 3:19:23 GMT -5
Running full speed through the woods his dark, black fur blew through the rush of air that sped past him. His dark chocolate colored eyes burned with the wind, but he kept them open. He was returning home now, having just completed his patrol for the night.
He could see the edge of the forest now, right near the cottage he shared with his fiance, and imprintee, Emily. Emily Young, the love of his life, his entire world. The simple thought of being able to see her now calmed his previous anger now.
It had been a rough night. Day actually. Paul once again had lost his temper earlier, Sam had to force him into the nearby wood where he could phase without being seen. And then again, while they were all supposed to be on patrol there was a little tiff among the the pack that Sam had to sort out. Sam was not impressed by the childish behavior among them all.
As he reached the edge of the forest he quickly phased, pulling the pants he had tied to his ankle on in one movement. His bare feet padded against the moist dirt and bracken of the ground as he entered out in the open, the moon lit up his russet colored face, exposing the unamused expression on his face. He crossed the yard and hopped up the front step of their home, reaching one of his large hands out to grasp the handle.
Turning it slowly, and entering through the home he called out to his one and only true love. "Emily?..." he asked, trying to figure out where she was.
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Post by mrsedwardcullen46 on Jan 18, 2009 3:42:16 GMT -5
Emily was worried. Sam wasn't home yet and he was supposed to be a while ago. She stood in the kitchen and stared out the window, hoping to see Sam running through the trees but she didn't. Every passing minute that went back just got her more and more worried. Suddenly, the buzzer went off on the oven and Emily jumped. She walked over to the oven to turn off the buzzer and then grabbed oven mitts to take out her freshly-baked muffins.
Emily was just taking out her freshly-baked muffins when she heard Sam call out her name. "Sam!" Quickly, Emily put the hot pan of muffins on the cooling rack and threw off her oven mitts. She ran towards the sound of his voice and met up with him in the doorway. She wrapped her arms around his neck, tightly, and kissed his warm lips for a long moment before pulling away. "I was so worried about you! Are you okay? What happened?" She asked.
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Post by sam on Jan 18, 2009 5:22:53 GMT -5
As he waited for Emily to answer his call he could smell the muffins, his stomach grumbled in reaction to the delectable scent. He loved Emily's cooking, he loved Emily. He probably would have loved Emily's cooking even if it had been terrible, he wouldn't have told her if it was, he would have forcibly swallowed bites of the food she'd cook because that would be what would make her happy. And that was all that mattered, that she was happy. As long as she was happy, Sam was happy.
As he heard the sound of her voice, and the quick movements in the kitchen he sighed a breath of relief. When she threw herself against his body, her arms wrapping around his, he returned the gesture and put his arms around her waist, pulling her close to him. He relished these moments, where there bodies were close in a hug and their lips met for a sweet moment.
He chuckled as she pulled away and bombarded him with her worried questions. "No need to worry love," he started. "I'm perfectly fine, just some more problems with the others," he grumbled the last word. It was odd that he still found the resentment toward the others clear in his voice, usually Emily's touch washed away any problems he had had before.
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Post by mrsedwardcullen46 on Jan 19, 2009 0:23:35 GMT -5
"You know that I always worry about you. I can't stop." Emily told Sam, not going any further. Emily was also scared every time Sam left. Although, she knew that Sam could protect himself, there was always something in the back of her mind, making her believe that one day, Sam would get so hurt that he couldn't protect himself anymore and she would lose him. She always tried to push that thought off of her mind and focus on the positive and it would work, sometimes but only for a few moments.
Emily heard the grumble in his voice, of his last words and she pulled back to look him in the eye. She saw something off in Sam's eyes. Maybe Sam was still upset over what happened. "What happened with the others?" She asked. She thought that if Sam talked about it, it would help. She was a great listener, Sam knew that.
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Post by sam on Jan 20, 2009 20:29:23 GMT -5
"You shouldn't," he told her, kissing her lips once more before pulling away. It was true, she shouldn't worry, he could take care of himself. If anything she should worry about keeping herself safe while she was home alone, while he left her here by herself.
"Nothing," he told her simply, he squeezed her tightly to him for a moment before letting her go. "It was nothing big, just the guys." Just as he finished his sentence the phone rang and Sam growled in frustration. "I swear...," he started as he walked toward the kitchen. He grabbed onto Emily's hand, pulling her behind him. "If it them...I'm going to...," he told Emily, the expression on his face unamused.
Sam had told Jared to call if anything happened while he left them to patrol by themselves briefly, long enough for him to see Emily and grab something to eat. He lifted the phone to his ear. "Hello," he talked into the phone. His expression became angered, he could feel the tremors shake his body, but he took a deep breath, stopping them just as quickly as they had started.
"I told you to call me if it was an emergency," he growled into the phone, "Not because you want me to bring you food. Now goodbye." He slammed the phone down before turning to Emily.
"I swear, sometimes I feel like I'm watching children," he told her, his lips turning up in a slight smile. He could still feel the tremors, though they weren't visible to anyone but him. He knew it would be better if he just go outside, take a deep breath and calm himself, but he wanted to stay right here, with Emily, while he could.
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