“Okay,” I said. Could he sense I was hiding something? Reading William was near-impossible pretty much always.
“Also, you left this,” William added, holding out the old camera.
“I didn't feel right taking it,” I replied, shrugging.
“It'll just gather dust at mine. You'll actually use it. Besides, aren't couples meant to give gifts? Even if they are secret ones,” William said, grinning.
“Well then I have to get something for you,” I murmured, feeling my cheeks flush. Why did that always happen when he was around? He laughed, dropping the camera on my bedside table and wrapping his hands around his waist from behind. I leaned back into him automatically, resting my head against his shoulder.
“I've got a lot of stuff, I don't need more,” he said, kissing my head and nuzzling my hair. I didn't like the answer, but I knew he was right. I'd seen the flat full of boxes.
“Fine,” I muttered. He chuckled at my tone and lowered his head, one of his hand lifting to angle my face. The kiss was sweet and achingly short. It surprised me when he pulled away before it could go farther.
“Want to watch a movie?” he asked, surprising me.
“Sure,” I replied, though I wondered why. In the end I picked the primeval series rather than a movie. Mostly because William had said he hated modern stuff, and I was determined to change his mind. As I put in the disk he scanned the other DVDs I had, laughing.
“Why do you have a series about vampires and werewolves?” he asked, picking up the first season of Being Human.
“Diane bought it for me,” I grimaced. William laughed again, putting it back. I was starting to really like the sound of his laugh. It was a soft, child-like sound that made it hard to believe he was an elder. He cocked an eyebrow and I realised I'd been starring. I looked away, turning on the TV and starting up the series. I grabbed the remote and sat on my bed. William joined me. By the end of the first episode I was snuggled against him, laughing at the dialogue. I could tell he was resisting, but he gave himself away everytime he gave a quiet chuckle and smiled. We watched a few more before I started yawning. William stole the remote from me, smirking at my frown.
“You should sleep,” he said, turning off the TV and DVD player.
“You realise I'm not a kid, right?” I countered.
“I'm very much aware you're an adult,” he replied, an edge underlying his words as his smirk widened. I refused to acknowledge my blushing. Maybe it'd make it go away if I pretended it didn't happen. Yeah right. William lifted a hand, running a thumb over my cheek, smiling. The kiss was like the first one when he'd come inside. I couldn't help a small growl when he pulled away too quickly.
“My,” he murmured, raising an eyebrow. “I didn't realise you wanted me that badly.”
“Says the guy who kissed me first,” I threw back, scooting closer. He noted the motion with amusement.
“I wouldn't have done it if I didn't think you'd be receptive,” William replied, leaning back on both arms casually.
“What are we going to do?” I asked, surprising him with a serious question. “Eventually someone’s going to notice your scents hanging around. And with the Francis thing sorted, we have no reason to see each other,” I rambled nervously.