She’s taken to sleeping at his place, and there are pluses and minuses to it. The minus is that she doesn’t have all of her stuff and she is not close to work. At all. Thankfully if Lawrence isn’t there, or one of his many drivers aren’t around, she can just take the train into the city which stops off right at her work. All she has to do is get up a little early and she’ll be fine. Charlie is not pleased at her disappearing acts but the boy next door feeds her and changes her litter. Delia can’t change it any more anyway.
Since it’s the full moon, she heads to his place instead of going home and after the conversation in which he explains that he’s not coming home, she settles down into his/her humungous bed with a bowl of kettle corn and falls into a pretty stable sleep.
Her dreams are weird on the full moon. She doesn’t blame it on the baby, she blames it on her brain - she thinks too much about it and so something comes of it. It’s not the baby. It’s not the baby
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There was a time when this wouldn't have been possible. The idea that Lawrence's other self would pick up a phone and call anyone would have seemed absurd. He felt awkward even now, but there was a lot of blending going on between the wolf and the man. Everyday a little less separation between the two of them.
"Little wolf." He murmurs finally, after a pregnant pause.
It takes her a minute to realize who is on the end of the phone and who he's talking to. It's Lawrence, or The Wolf, or a combination of the two of them. That combination is talking to her and that makes her smile. Stretching out she closes her eyes and sighs softly into the phone.
"I love you too," smiling she hangs up the phone and dials the cab company she's usually uses when she's out at his place. Putting a few things in a bag, she drapes it over her shoulder and steps out to wait for the cab.
Getting back into the city doesn't take as long as she thought it would. There's no one out on the street.
By the time she gets to the hotel she looks like she should be there, if not a little sleepy. The desk calls up to his room to see if he can send her up.
Lawrence pacing around the room practically pounces on the phone and fumbles with it while trying to pick it up. Yes, he is expecting a guest. Yes, please send her up.
Long, powerful strides of his strong legs carry him to the door, which he opens with enthusiasm. Seeing her makes him instantly feel better. He makes a small smile and steps away from the door so she can enter.
Delia leans back against his chest. The noises he makes, the heat and scent he gives off is incredible. Taking in a deep breath she licks her lips and tilts her head back as she grins at the noise of him. Reaching up she runs her fingers through his hair at the nape of his neck scratching there as she rubs her feet together.
"Tell me about your audition, what you read and everything. I want the details."
There's not much room for his hands on her back anymore now that she's leaning against him, so he moves them to his favorite place to put them, spread out gently over her tummy.
"Well the play is Picasso at the Lapin Agile. It's a play I had seen before in L.A. back in '95." He takes a deep breath and collects his thoughts. "It's a young production team and they can't really offer me a lot of money, but that's not that important. They've got vision and I think they're going to be successful. It's the kind of thing that could help springboard careers and they're exited and motivated."
"They asked me to read for Freddy - the owner of the bar - and for Picasso - who is a ladies man and quite funny, but he's supposed to be in his twenties. I don't think they've decided on which character they want me to play. It's going to be off Broadway."
Truth be told she likes his hands on her belly as well, the bigger she gets the better. Though even with her increased appetite she's not sure she's going to get SO big. Enough for him to put his hands on anyway.
Putting her hands on his she runs them up and down his well muscled arms as he tells her about his audition. She read a little bit about it on the internet when he texted her. "That sounds so fantastic, which do you want? Freddy or Picasso? So you'll be in New York the whole time? Do they have any idea how long it's going to run?"
"I'd like to be Picasso, but I won't be devastated if they cast me as Freddy." He murmurs, pressing a kiss into the back of her neck. "The plan is to run for three months. Seven shows over five nights. And there is a possibility for an extension if the play is a hit."
"And I don't expect to leave New York during the initial run."
Pulling back only slightly she picks up the tray and sets it on the night stand before crawling to him. Sitting down against him, she wraps her arms around his neck and continues to nuzzle and press up against him. It's one of her favorite things about the full moon, the little things, the little touches and nuzzles that they share it's so intimate.
Her fingers scratch up his chest as she continues to nuzzle.
He slings his arms around her waist, keeping her close to him, soaking up all the little touches. It's all he really needs. All he really wants even. Acceptance. Appreciation. Genuineness. Love.
"I'm a little tired, Alpha, you woke me up from a pretty spectacular sleep. I'm glad I came out here to you though." Her fingers move up the back of his head, scratching at his long shaggy hair as she snuggles and loves on him. Closing her eyes she puts her cheek on his shoulder with a soft sigh.
Which is more then okay with Delia. She is more then happy to lay with him, to trace his features and just some time alone with his sleeping form. Then, when her stomach turns over she is pretty glad he's still sleeping.
Slipping from the bed she quickly creeps to the bathroom and shuts the door behind her to get sick.
Bless her. She does her best to slip out of the bed without stirring him too much, but ... she has to race off the can and the suddenness of it is enough to pull him out of dreamland.
The heavy door does a fairly good job of muffling sound to the average ear, but Lawrence's hearing is pretty acute. The sounds of her heaving into the toilet keep him from drifting back to sleep.
It's not that she wants to throw up so loud he can hear, it's just that she does and there's really not much she can do to stifle it. That's gross.
Kneeling on the cool tile she just rests there for a good long time. Any sudden movements and it would be all over. Finally she cleans up and rinses her face and hair under the faucet.
Before stepping out, drying her hair off with a towel.
"You alright, Delia?" He murmurs softly. He's till laying in bed, but he's turned towards her. He's occupying that middle ground between awake and asleep at the moment.
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Since it’s the full moon, she heads to his place instead of going home and after the conversation in which he explains that he’s not coming home, she settles down into his/her humungous bed with a bowl of kettle corn and falls into a pretty stable sleep.
Her dreams are weird on the full moon. She doesn’t blame it on the baby, she blames it on her brain - she thinks too much about it and so something comes of it. It’s not the baby. It’s not the baby ( ... )
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"Little wolf." He murmurs finally, after a pregnant pause.
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"Mr. Wolf, I miss you."
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It dawns on him suddenly that it is late and someone in her condition needs a lot of rest. "I shouldn't have called so late."
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Getting back into the city doesn't take as long as she thought it would. There's no one out on the street.
By the time she gets to the hotel she looks like she should be there, if not a little sleepy. The desk calls up to his room to see if he can send her up.
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"Tell me about your audition, what you read and everything. I want the details."
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"Well the play is Picasso at the Lapin Agile. It's a play I had seen before in L.A. back in '95." He takes a deep breath and collects his thoughts. "It's a young production team and they can't really offer me a lot of money, but that's not that important. They've got vision and I think they're going to be successful. It's the kind of thing that could help springboard careers and they're exited and motivated."
"They asked me to read for Freddy - the owner of the bar - and for Picasso - who is a ladies man and quite funny, but he's supposed to be in his twenties. I don't think they've decided on which character they want me to play. It's going to be off Broadway."
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Putting her hands on his she runs them up and down his well muscled arms as he tells her about his audition. She read a little bit about it on the internet when he texted her. "That sounds so fantastic, which do you want? Freddy or Picasso? So you'll be in New York the whole time? Do they have any idea how long it's going to run?"
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"And I don't expect to leave New York during the initial run."
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Her fingers scratch up his chest as she continues to nuzzle.
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"Are you tired, Little wolf?"
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"This is good, being with you."
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He starts pulling the covers down so that they can crawl in together. "It is good. Very good."
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Slipping from the bed she quickly creeps to the bathroom and shuts the door behind her to get sick.
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The heavy door does a fairly good job of muffling sound to the average ear, but Lawrence's hearing is pretty acute. The sounds of her heaving into the toilet keep him from drifting back to sleep.
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Kneeling on the cool tile she just rests there for a good long time. Any sudden movements and it would be all over. Finally she cleans up and rinses her face and hair under the faucet.
Before stepping out, drying her hair off with a towel.
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