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Moonbeams and Ridinghoods Chapter 8

Pairing: Werewolf! Haz/Reader

Word Count: 3300+

Summary: Things they are a changing. Y/N regrets her decision to drink. Harrison and Emily have it out. Our two lovebirds question where they're at and where things are going.

Warnings: None

A/N: To my few, yet mighty, readers for this piece: Thank You! Without your support and prompting I'd probably still be staring at a blank screen and watching a blinking cursor. Three more chapters to go my darlings!

 Moonlight filters through the thick leaves of the canopy, glittering on the ground as his paws sink into the soft earth. His blood sings the song of his people as his family enjoys their birthright. He can hear the yips and barks of his pack mates can feel them all around him. Emily and Tom flank his sides. The twins and Tuwaine are at his back. Even Cat is there, tucked close to Tuwaine. A stiff breeze ruffles his thick coat. He thrusts muzzle into the air, pulling in the scent that it carries. It’s familiar and causes him to yip with joy. It’s Y/N.  He has to find her.

 He starts at a slow walk but his paws quickly move to a trot and than a full on run as he tracks the smell of his mate. He chases after her scent but she’s just out of reach, just past the next copse of trees, over the next hill. The winds whip and tease him with her scent. He can hear her soft voice begin to call for him but he can’t reach her as panic bleeds into it. The joy he’d felt turns sour as he tries to call out Y/N but she doesn't respond to his barks. 

The ground is warm as his paws pound into the forest floor. Headlong through the forest they carry him.  Brush grabs at his dark coat as his pace increases. His chest feels like it’s going to explode. His muscles burn and his lungs scream. No matter how hard he pushes he can’t get to her. 

Finally, crashing through the undergrowth he sees her, a dark wolf is standing in the shadow near her curled up body. There’s blood. There’s so much blood, the acrid scent of it burns his nose. It makes his stomach lurch and heave as her voice cries out, cracks with pain. Over and over she repeats his name as his legs give out.  He crawls on his belly but she’s always just out of reach.

“Harrison”

“Harrison”

“Harrison!”

Harrison’s eyes snap open. Y/N is staring up at him as he holds her tight to his chest. Her eyes are groggy and her hair is a rumpled mess. 

She’s absolutely beautiful. 

The panic of his dream fades. Y/N’s presence alone,  tucked close to him, soothes man and beast. He inhales her soft scent slowly, savoring each sweet note of it, letting it meld into this memory to keep with him forevermore. He’s racing heart slows.

“Hey, Killer” She mumbles, squirming slightly in his grasp “mind loosening up the grip some?” 

His fingers loosen around her waist as he realizes how hard he’s been holding on. He tries to pull his arm back, make space but she’s grabbing his hand and laying it softly on her hip. Y/N’s fingers trail up and over his cheek making him look down into her sleep lidded eyes. Its intimate in a way Harrison’s never experienced before. 

“Don’t run away from me.” her voice is still thick with fatigue but it holds something reassuring in it. She didn’t want him away from her. “You were getting all jumpy, bad dream?”

Trying to remember the details of the dream she’d woken him from Harrison finds he’s already forgetting about the details, left with only a nagging sense of dread. He brushes a few stray hairs from her eyes, “something like that.” He mutters.

Y/N burrows in closer, her bare leg tangling between his. Apparently, sober y/n was just as much an octopus as drunk Y/N was. He loves it and allows himself to curl around her.

She’s still in his shirt,  likely hungover, and judging by the yawn she tries to stifle, still very sleepy. He’s hungry, anxious, and it’s well past any sensible time he’d normally get up but, after last night, Harrison feels like he’s looking at everything through fresh eyes, a new tilt on the situation. Nothing and everything is perfect all at once. This isn’t like the very sporadic hook-ups he’s brought home. Y/N is his… he won’t even think the word not when there’s so much to explain. Not when he doesn’t know how she’ll react. Did she even feel half the emotion stirring in her that he had overwhelming him? He’s sure she can’t. How could she be thinking about the rest of her life with him… or without him? Her face is not the face of someone trying to convince their would be lover that, though it has only been a short time, the thought of spending the rest of forever with them is something she’d willingly do.

 Y/N’s fingers card through his hair lazily. They pluck and twist random strands as if in a trance. He could get used to this, he thinks. He wants to be used to this.  No one night stand, no casual girlfriend, has made him question so many things in such a short time. None of them has piqued the interest of the wolf. His other half agrees. The wolf inside is smug with the knowledge that their mate was safe and secure in their bed. He urges Harrison to take the next step, to court her and make her theirs, to mark-

“What are you thinking?” She asks dreamily, “you look far away.”

Harrison’s thumb strokes tiny circles over her hip and she sighs, seemingly content. “Nothing important” he lies smoothly pushing his instincts to the back burner.

Her warm breath tickles at his skin as she nuzzles against his bare chest. His body responds in a very familiar way, blood rushing from his head down into his groin.  Her lips graze against him and Harrison can’t help the low sound that rumbles through his chest.  Y/N looks up with a mix of amusement and confusion.  “What was that?”

Harrison gives a lazy shrug. What was he going to say? I’m a werewolf and that’s just my happy noise? 

Yeah, that was not going to happen.

“Not sure what you’re talking about, Love.”

Y/N rolls her hips against his and Harrison’s grip tightens on her hip. A soft sound escapes her lips. It’s needy and sweet and he squeezes again as he presses his own hips into her. Her eyes darken as his hardness  presses low against her belly. One hand grips his shoulder as she presses up from the bed with her other arm. Harrison is ready to roll back and guide her body over his but her face twitches. Y/N releases her grip on him and shakes her head. A grimaces mars her features as she flops back against the pillow. Harrison’s brows knit together as her eyes slam shut and she makes a pathetic, pained sound.

“Ugghh, I drank way too much last night.” she mutters miserably “The world is spinning.”

Even mildly frustrated, he can’t help but laugh softly at her groan. “You need some water.” He casually readjusts himself as she clenches her eyes shut.

“And an aspirin” she agrees. Her nose wrinkles in distaste as she sniffs at her arm “and a shower.”

Leaning in, Harrison gently presses his lips to her forehead. His voice is muffled against her skin “I have all of those things.”

“A regular Prince Charming” she murmurs as he rolls away. Y/N makes grabby hands but he ignores them while he moves to retrieve the hangover necessities and start the shower. 

He has to help her sit as he hands over the aspirin and a bottle of water. Y/N swallows half the bottle down like a champ, before setting it down and placing her hands in her lap. Her cheeks are pink as she speaks. “I don’t usually do things like this.”

“Get drunk and pass out in someone else's bed? I would hope not” he chuffs. “But, If it makes you feel better, as long as it’s my bed you're passing out in, I promise I won’t judge” Y/N’s cheeks grow pinker as she glances down at her twiddling thumbs “I think I might be able to promise that.” She glances up quickly, eyes locking on his soft blues. Something flashes there that makes his chest tight and his breath catch. It’s gone just as soon as it appears but he would give anything to see it again. His hand strokes along the soft flesh of her thigh where his tee has risen up. Silence reigns comfortably between the pair while she finishes the bottle of water. 

“You said you’d like a shower? It’s running. If you want I can go scavenge some breakfast” he glances at the alarm clock “or lunch, as it may be,while you use it.”

Steam is already spilling from the em suite as she moves carefully from bed, gifting him with a sweet kiss on the nose as she brushes past him.

He watches her step carefully into the en suite, unashamed as his eyes trail up her thighs to where they disappear under his shirt.

Emily is perched atop the marble counter when Harrison meanders into the kitchen. There’s something different she can’t quite put her finger on. Haz always moved with confidence. He was charming and self assured. He owned every room he entered and he knew it but now… it was cliche, but he was fucking glowing. 

“Harrison Osterfield” she clucks, pursing her lips “You didn’t sleep with her, did you?”

Harrison narrows his eyes and Emily feels a pang of guilt. She went a bit too far last night and she owed him an apology not an accusation.

“I slept with her. I didn’t fuck her” He deadpans “Im offended you’d think i’d stoop so low but than again you were pretty clear on your thoughts about how I’m going about this.”

Again, it stings, cuts her to the quick. 

“Haz, I’m sorry. I went a little off the deep end last night.”

“Yeah you did.” he growls half heartedly before his shoulders slump slightly. He moves to her and cups the back of her head, pressing their foreheads together. “Em, I love you like my sister. I don’t want to be mad at you but you gotta understand-”

“I do!” Emily’s hand smoothes over the back of his hair for a moment before the pair separate. “I mean I’m trying, but you have to understand what I’m seeing.”

Harrison’s eyes are searching as he pulls back to look at her. She doesn’t look away. He nods after a minute. 

“Alright than. We’ll just call this apology accepted?”

Emily lets out a breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding. She nods as Harrison steps away and busies himself with the coffee pot. Hopping from the counter she moves to the fridge and begins pulling out to-go containers. When Harrison cocks his head at the spread she’s laying she starts popping lids off. 

“I may have run by the cafe to grab a peace offering.”

Harrison’s gentle smile lets her know that he hadn’t just said her apology was accepted, it truly was. 

Tom’s second in command rummages in a drawer before grabbing a spoon. He scoops a big helping of tabouli straight from a nearby container and into his mouth. Green flecks of parsley speckle his teeth as he grins her way. Emily huffs softly and snatches the container away from him. 

“No eating from the carton, ya heathen” His long fingers make a grab for it but she spins out of this reach. He pouts playfully as he  begins glancing underneath the other lids. 

“Does your mate know you’re such a brat?” Emily watches as her friend’s spine stiffens. When he looks up she easily sees the look in his eyes. He is the anti-thesis of himself in that moment, lacking in confidence or swagger as he glances toward the door and fidgets with the spoon still in hand, tapping it against his palm.

“How did you know?”

Emily smiles softly, a far off memory warms the depths of her heart, “I remember Tom looking the same way at me as you do at Y/N. Last night? Yeah, that was a look I knew well.” She shrugs, moving to grab some plates from a high cupboard. “I mean, I didn’t know what it meant at the time-”

“About that…” when Emily’s attention moves back to him he offers a nervous smile of his own. “How do I tell her? I mean… how should Tom have-” he shakes his head softly, “Fuck” he grumbles. “M’sorry, Em. I shouldn’t have said it like that. I don’t even know how to speak when I’m thinking about her.”

Emily takes pity on the man. Her smile is gentle. She loved her boys. Even before the attack that had turned her into what she was today she’d been fiercely loyal and protective of what would become her pack, her wolf only making her more so as the changes had happened. 

The changes...how could she have been prepared for all of this? Would it have eased the trauma, the fear? It’s something she’d thought about a million times over the last five years. How should Tom have told her what he was? How should he have brought her into his world? How could he have prevented what had happened to her? There was no right answer because hindsight, being what it was, wouldn’t allow for it. Emily closes the distance between them and leans her head on his shoulder.

“Is this just an… Is it just an instinct thing or is it-” She glances up and takes in the faraway gaze in Harrison’s eyes, the way he inhales deeply like he’s trying to get even the faintest hint of Y/N. 

“I think it’s L-” he falters with the word, “I think it is. It’s too soon, right? I mean these things are supposed to take time and all that. I’m a div...” Emily presses a finger to his lips.

“Haz, shut up. No one said there’s a right or a wrong way to fall in love, if that’s what it is to you. It’s ok if it’s not, too. I never thought I’d see the day when you would worry so much about the right and wrong way to care for someone.” she laughs as she pulls her hand back, lifts her head from his  shoulder. Their sensitive ears both pick up the sound of footsteps padding down the upstairs hall and toward the stairs. “Don’t worry so much about how it is and isn’t supposed to happen. Let yourself enjoy the process but” she pauses for a second, “If it is love and you're sure and you want what it is I think you want, you need to tell her. I don’t know what the right way is but I do know the wrong way.” 

Harrison presses his lips gently to her forehead right as Y/N rounds the corner. Her eyes widen for a moment but it seems to not bother her. Emily has thought about it. At one time she’d thought that no one, not born into their life, was meant for it. Then she met Y/N.  She seems to thrive off the casual closeness that wolves saw as an everyday commonality. She was borderline touch starved, honestly. Y/N only proves Emily’s point when she makes a beeline for her, a small crease between her brows as she walks into the arms Emily has opened for her.

“M’mad at you” Y/N mumbles against her chest and Emily laughs, wrapping her arms around her and stroking her still damp hair.  She is swimming in one of Harrison’s workout shirts and has a pair of his sweats riding low on her hips. Emily sees the hungry look flash in the males eyes.

“You got me drunk” Y/N accuses weakly.

“Pretty sure you did that to yourself. Maybe you’ll know better next time.”

Harrison huffs and you both look up and over to him, sulking with his hip pressed against the marble. He opens his arms wide and motions Y/N  over.  She wiggles from Emily’s grasp and turns to nuzzle into Harrison’s. Em can’t help but admire what a smart looking pair the two make. 

“Next time I’ll be there to be the voice of reason.” Harrison murmurs against the top of Y/N’s head. Maybe he wasn’t willing to admit it just yet, but the alpha female can see the love lighting his eyes as Y/N leans up and gives him a soft kiss on the chin. His wolf had declared Y/N his mate but Harrison was wholly on board. For him it was as good as a deal done. Y/N herself has seemingly come to a crossroad, Emily notes. Where she’d been a woman nervous and apprehensive about an upcoming date yesterday, today she’s pressed into the same man’s arms with an utter lack of care for the world around her. She looks to have a familiarity with the blonde that Emily hadn’t seen before. 

“Shall I heat some of this up.” She asks after moment gesturing to the spread of food. Y/N’s eyes light up as she turns in Harrison’s arms. Emily laugh is bright and melodic when her friends arms tighten around Y/N’s waist, unwilling to let her loose for one second.

Harrison’s only been gone a short while and your lips still feel swollen and tender from the press of his before he left.  Near on twenty minutes with your back pressed against the door of your place and your lips locked with his and you still hadn’t been able to convince him to come inside. He’d given you that killer smile and an excuse about being a gentleman. It was frustratingly endearing.

As you put a kettle on, finally alone, you have time to reflect on the last 24 hours. This time yesterday your tummy had been a bundle of nerves as you’d thought about your upcoming dinner date. You still had the feeling but it was different now. Harrison’s intentions were for more clear. Though he hadn’t said it his actions had spoken volumes. He’d called Tom during lunch and told him he was taking the day off. You wouldn’t have though much of it if you hadn’t seen Emily’s raised brow and his smile and shrug in response. Cat had told you he had “a lot on his plate” but he shelved it for a day to spend with you curled up in his bed watching movies and recovering for your escapades the previous night. In fact, you feel almost lost now without having him close, touching you. You haven't felt like this since… you’ve actually never felt this way. Being in Harrison’s sphere was addicting. His focus on you made you feel wanted in a way previous relationships. Neither of you knew truly anything about the other but somehow you thought that didn’t matter. There was a pull, something beautiful and wild and unknown to you that made each moment you spent with him feel like something from a dream. 

As the kettle whistles and you move to make a cuppa you remember the way his arm engulfed you as you’d both napped earlier in the day. The heat radiating from his body, the natural scent of him, soap and cedar, lulling you to sleep. The soft kisses to your temple as you slowly woke, drowsy but refreshed. Harrison drew out a feeling of intimacy in you that was unmatched and you hadn’t even sealed the deal yet, hadn’t even come close. But you wanted to. 

You try not to think of all the problems that these new found feelings were going to create. You were still only here temporarily. The hospitals contract kept you around for another month and a half and then? A knot formed in your stomach as you drop a couple lumps of sugar into the hot tea. How were you going to leave if you fell in love?

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