Grace ran. Right out of Adam's arms and into the forest. Her form was a quivering mess, half wolf my the time she was out of the castle. As soon as the woods were in sight she was a mass of fur. Paws pounding into the earth as she ran on pure instinct. Because it was the only thing she could do right. She could think as a wolf, or really it was a lack of thinking. Her brain need only focus on the earth around. She felt connected and strong in this form. She didn't stop until the castle was out of sight. Because it was a hulking reminder of what (who) she was running from.
The wind rustled through her fur, but her blood ran hot. She did not feel the cold like she should. Too many supernatural forms running through her. But it was these things that had given her freedom, without them she would have died. Without them now she might find it easier to give in to Adam. Because she knew what he would have to give up with her, knew that it would never be a normal life. And she knew that someday he would have to make a choice. He would have to because that's what happened when you were with an immortal being. You made a choice. To live forever, or move on.
And she knew what he would choose, but she didn't want him to choose an eternity and then regret it. She couldn't be the reason he gave up his life. But now here she was, hiding away from him because she was doing just what she hated. She was taking away his choice and simply deciding for him. Slowly she wandered back, taking her time and not bothering to change back into her human form. Her intention was to go straight to Gryffindor, to clean herself off, and go to bed. Of course that didn't happen.
She padded into Adam's office and found him at his desk. He looked up, seemingly unsurprised by her wolf form. There weren't many wolves left, fewer still that could change without the moon. Trotting in, she nudged the door closed with her nose before transforming back. It left her standing there naked and shivering, not because she was cold, but because she was crying. Before she knew it he was wrapping his sweater around her before his arm and she couldn't stop herself from leaning into him.
âC-Clean, I need to be clean.â He just nodded and gathered up in his arms, her own arms wrapped around his neck. It wasn't far off to the bathroom, every staff member had one attached to their room. Setting her down into the porcelain tub, she couldn't help but shiver as the cold touched her skin. Quickly though, warm water was surrounding her, soothing out her aching muscles. She'd only been gone a few hours, but it had left her tense and exhausted. But he was rubbing smooth circles into her back with a washcloth, soap that smelled like him filled the room and she knew just how broken she was.
All she could do was cry as he scrubbed her clean, occasionally whispering soft words to comfort her. And they did comfort her as much as they hurt. Because she wasn't ready. She couldn't give him what he wanted and she knew she shouldn't be here right now. That she should have gone straight to her bed and slept. But gravity didn't care much for other peoples plans. As soon as he was done, she wrapped her arms around his neck once more and left him lift her up, setting her down and wrapping a towel around her.
He was so careful though she was damn near indestructible. But he took care, time to dry her off. As soon as he was finished he handed her a pair of pajamas and started to walk out. She grabbed his hand, pulling him back as she let the towel drop and pool at her feet. Her heart was racing as she pulled him in closer. There was a vulnerability here that she'd never known. Like her heart was being laid bare and bleeding before him.
Stepping closer she pressed his hand into her hip, letting her nose skim across the skin of his jaw, not minding the tickle of stubble. It was a slow movement, deliberate. But she knew it was wrong. That she had not made the decision to give into him, that she was only giving in to tonight. A moment. And she knew it wasn't fair. To be doing this when she herself was still so consumed with fear. But she couldn't help herself, body already shaking as his hands grazed her skin. He lifted her easily, carrying her back to his bed without a second thought. She knew that by the morning she would be gone, but she knew it wouldn't be the last time she gave in for a night.
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