She nodded and kissed him back, he was in a good mood, she didn’t want to ruin that... but they needed to see Albert to see if they could become in the pack. She thought it would be nice, to be in the pack, it would let them become real wolves. She paused and rose, “okay I’m going to go find him,” she sighed, but realised this was futile as there was a knock on the door and she walked to open it.
“You’re really going to have to stop doing that,” she murmured as he smiled back.
“Alpha sent me, to see where you stand,” he explained, his arms wrapping round her. She let out a low growl as his hands moved lower down her back and she tried to push him off. But it didn’t really work.
“Let me go,” she warned and he did so.
“Sorry, I thought we were friendly now.”
“Not that friendly,” she sighed, “but you know I don’t mind you and it’s not me you have to convince,” She looked at him and he stepped forward.
She brought up a hand and placed it on his chest, “no. Stay there, you may be Beta but this is still our apartment, I’m sure Lazarus won’t mind getting up and talking to you.” He looked at her hand and took the step back, obliging to her wishes.
"I can talk just fine from here. I don't even have to get up," Lazarus said, staring at the blank screen of the TV.
Melissa stepped aside, allowing him to see Lazarus from where he was stood. "Then how do you stand with me, Lazarus?"
There was a pause before he spoke again, "as long as you keep in line, I am quite happy to be civil with you," he glanced up at Albert, "but I can assure you, I will make your life more of a living hell than it already is if you so much as put a hair over said line."
He nodded and she could tell something was ticking over in his mind, "so should I tell the alpha you're in?"
He waved a hand dismissively, returning his gaze to the TV, "fine," he muttered,
He nodded and looked to Melissa who put her hand on the door, "don't overstay your welcome," he nodded again.
"I'll see you, Emerald."
She took a moment and swallowed, "good bye, Albert," she took a deep breath and closed the door in his face.
"Though if he keeps that up, I may hospitalise him... which is quite a feat for a wolf," Lazarus growled quietly.
"Keeps what up?" She asked absently, staring at the floor.
"Never mind," he sighed, pulling the piano stool over to the window where he lit a cigarette, leaning out slightly so the breeze caught his hair. She nodded and dragged herself into the bedroom with a sigh.
When there she sat at the desk and pulled out the drawer, in it, was a long gold chain with an emerald pendant. She looked at it absently for about an hour. “When I look in your eyes, they remind me of those precious gems. This precious gem,” he then produced the necklace from his pocket and she squealed, “took all my saving but it was worth it, for my Emerald.”
Lazarus then broke her thought as he appeared in the doorway. "What's wrong?"
She handed him the gold pendant, "take it, sell it, and destroy it,” she sighed, “anything."
He took it from her uncertainly and studied it for a moment before glancing back at her, "why?"
"I don't want to be his Emerald. I don't want it." Nodding, he left the bedroom for a brief moment to discard it, throwing it in the bin before returning. "Thank you." She muttered closing the drawer it came from. He didn't say anything, instead sitting on the edge of the bed. “I’m not his, I know it. But, I keep getting flash-backs every time I see him and it was so sweet... but so much has happened since then, I’m not his.”
He was stung, though he masked it, his face straight. She had put up with worse from him after all. The only difference was her old lover was still alive. "You'll need to tell him that loud and clear and make sure he gets the message this time. As if marrying someone else wasn't a big enough clue," he rolled his eyes.
"Yes, of course," she nodded, folding her arms and rested her head upon them, "of course."
"Well...." he paused, lying down and staring at the ceiling, "unless you don't want to tell him."
"No, you're here now. I'll tell him..." she turned so she was looking down at the dark wood of the desk, "you're here. You're mine."
"Mmm, but are you mine?" he asked, a strange twist in his stomach pushing the surely ridiculous question from his lips.
Her head moved up slowly and she twisted robotically to stare at him. She was frozen in shock and disbelief. "No..." she paused, "No, you did not just ask me that!"
He seemed surprised by his own question himself, "no... At least, I didn't mean to. I dunno where that came from, sorry," he mumbled.
"No, you doubt me, don't you? Deep down you don't know where my loyalties lie!"
Sitting up, he shook his head, "I trust you," he told her, "I do."
"No, you don't. Or else you wouldn't have asked, Lazarus, I'll tell him, I will. Just don't leave me... I'll tell him, I'm yours!"
"Why would I leave you...?" he questioned, still shocked by his own words, inwardly cursing himself.
"Because you don't trust me."
"I do trust you!"
"Then why'd you have to ask?"
"I didn't have to; I don't know where the question came from," he closed his eyes and rubbed his temples, "it's not that I don't trust you... I'm just scared of losing you," he mumbled, realising that it was from the fear of Albert tearing her from him that the question had sprung.
"You will never lose me," she sobbed, "you have every part of me and you'll never lose that." He rose and stood beside her, slipping his arms around her, apologising. She leant against him, unable to stop the tears as she had already wound herself up, her arms limply returning the hug.
“I’m sorry," he whispered again, lifting his hand to wipe away the tears, guilt twisting his guts knowing he had caused them to fall.
"Stop apologising," she whispered, looking up to him with her watery eyes, "please." He nodded silently, biting back the words, though he couldn't hide the remorse in his eyes, which made her roll hers before she slightly laughed softly, "Oh Lazarus, my fool." She whispered, reaching up with her hands to kiss him, resting them on his cheeks.
"I don't think 'fool' covers it," he muttered.
"Shh," she hushed, looking into his eyes, her thumbs stroking his cheeks gently. He obliged, falling quiet again as he squeezed her gently, She delicately used her hands to lower his head slightly and she rose on her knees, kissing him once more, sorrowfully due to her tears (although she tried to hide it.)
Kissing back, he did his best to smile, though he wasn't too sure if it succeeded or not, but she noticed it falter so she slipped her hands from his cheeks, to behind his neck, linking them together as she pulled away, "you have no need to worry because my soul, mind, heart and body are all yours. You know this. I love you."
"I love you too," he murmured softly, still embarrassed that his irrational fear had managed to upset them both. She wanted this over with, she wanted Albert gone.