~Jackson~
As our lips touch I can't believe how soft her lips feel and how wonderful she tastes I never want to stop. I feel the sparks send a jolt from our lips through out my whole body. I slowly remove my lips from hers and lift her up and place her on my lap. I rub my nose against hers and then tilt her head upward and then kiss her again. I have one hand on her waist and the other on her chin and neck. I take a deep breath in and love how wonderful she smells. I will never get enough. I slowly run my tongue along her bottom lip, hoping she will grant me entrance and let me taste her. As Soon as my tong touches her lip an runs along it she gasps and I run my tongue from her bottom lip to the top and enter her mouth. Our tongue's start the age old dance together. As we learn every inch of each others mouths she slowly starts to run one of her hands up my chest and neck and then starts to run her fingers through my hair and places the other one on my bicep and gives it a small squeeze. As I pull away and end the kiss so we can catch our breath she makes the most adorable sound. Its kind of like a mix between a whimper and groan. "Don't worry sweetheart I plan to do that again and again and as often as I can because I loved every second of it." I tell her.
After I tell her that flush on her cheeks gets more pronounced and she looks so beautiful. I kiss her on the forehead, on the nose, both her cheeks, and then kiss her sweet lips again. She pulls on my hair a little and that makes me groan because I love everything she is doing to me. I reluctantly pull back so she can catch her breath. She has a cute little smile on her face and I love it. "That was the most wonderful first kiss a girl could ask for." I beam with pride that she enjoyed it so much. "I am glad you liked it because I loved it." "Now even though I want to keep kissing you I want to know more so tell me about your past and what it was like growing up in The Blue Moon Pack." I say. She takes a deep breath and starts to get off my lap but I stop her by putting my arms around her waist. "No I want you to sit on my lap while you tell me." I tell her. "Ok" she says and blushes a little.
~Rose~
Oh my Goddess he is such a good kisser. I love how he wants me to sit in his lap I feel safe and loved. I also loved running my fingers through his hair and loved filling his muscles in his chest an arms. I hope I am not to heavy for him. "Are you sure I am not to heavy?" I ask him. He frowns a little and replies "Absolutely not you are the perfect size. Why would you think you are to heavy?." I sigh a little and look at my hands in my lap and play with my fingers a little. He places his fingers under my chin and raises my head and looks me in the eyes an says. "Please let me in my Irish Rose and tell what and who has made you doubt your self." I smile a little at the nickname and say. "Ok I will tell you." Jazzy is shaking her head yes and telling me to tell him everything that his wolf has told her we are safe now and are already loved so much that we will never have to worry about being afraid or worthless again. She also told me that they both thin we are gorgeous and love our hair and eyes. I smile wider at that and get ready to tell him everything.
I pick up my glass and take a drink of my soda and then place the glass back down on the table by his chair. "I shall start from the very beginning because I didn't always feel so self conscious and was not always bullied." I say. "You have my undivided attention and I already told Nathan we wanted to be left alone so we could get to know each other better." "I promise once you tell me your story I will tell you mine." He says. I shake my head and start. "I was born on October 13th to Angela and John Brown. Head Tracker and Head Warrior to The Blue Moon Pack. My mother was very beautiful and worked very hard for her position and was loved by everyone. She was the best mother a girl could ask for and between her and Emmys mom I learned a lot of my tracking skills. So did Emmy. Emmys mom and mine were best friends so naturally we grew up together. Family functions were done together and we were inseparable. We even played with Mary and Maxwell. They were nice back then. But when I was 9 we were all having a picnic close to the lake. It was my mom, Emmys mom, and Luna Paige, Alpha Max's mate and Mary and Maxwells mother, and we all playing while they got the food ready for us to eat. As we were eating my mother herd a noise and the some rogues came into view out of the tree line and all of our moms jumped into a protection stance in front of us. They told us to run to the pack house and I reached out to my father and he said him and Alpha Max were on their way. They didn't make it. A couple rogues managed to grab Mary and we tried to fight him and get her back but were unsuccessful. When that happened the Luna hot distracted and the rogue managed to land a fatal blow to her throat. My mom and Emmy's mom went crazy after that screaming at us to run. Emmy and I managed to run and get away from the rogue trying to catch us and we hid inside a tree that had been hollowed out for clothes and other things. We watched as the rogue looked for us and as our mothers fought the others. Maxwell managed to kill the rogue that had Mary but not before he hurt Mary almost to the point we thought we might lose her."
At this point tears were streaming down my face and I was dreading talking about the next part but knew I had to get it out so I took a deep breath and continued. "From inside the tree we could see the fight and my mom was starting to have trouble because the rogue had managed the rake a huge bite out of her side and she was bleeding from it very badly. I wanted to run out and help her but Emmy grabbed me and held me in the tree. Within minutes more rogues had arrived and they over took our mothers and had them both killed on the ground before we could blink. I screamed out for my mom when I herd the snap of her neck and the rogues turned in our direction. It was at that time that my father and Alpha Max had arrived with the warriors and killed all the rogue's. Once the rogues were taken care of and we had seen the pack doctor I was alone with my father and he looked at me with hatred and told me it was my fault she was gone. He said if I had never been born she wouldn't have been there with all the other brats in the pack. He then went on to say if I didn't look like his mother he would think I wasn't his. It was from then on he would put me down and call me ugly or fat or a waist of space. At the funeral Maxwell and Mary said it was Emmy and my moms fault their mom died and they didn't protect her and from then on they tormented me and Emmy. Then came Janice my fathers chosen mate who helped my father mentally and physically abuse me. She would hit me and pull my hair. I have a few scars from her. My Granny was my safe space when she was alive she helped me see I wasn't worthless and I would stay with her just so they wouldn't bother me. She died when I was 16 so for the past 4 years the abuse has gotten worse and worse. I just kept hoping one day my mate would cone and save me and take me away from all this or to die. On really bad days if it wasn't for Jazzy and Emmy telling me to hang on and keep fighting I probably would have gave up but I am glad I didn't."
~Jackson~
I wiped the tears from her cheeks and handed her a tissue for her nose. I then kissed her lips and then hugged her to me. "I am glad you kept fighting or I would have lost you and that would have drove me crazy because I don't want to live without you." I tell her. I can't believe all she has been through and how cruel the were and are to her but it ends now. I made a promise to myself then and there she would know she is loved everyday and I will see how beautiful she is inside and out. Jace was shaking his head yes and he told me Jazzy tells her this all the time but Rose doesn't always believe it. I would change this that's for sure. "Rose I want you to know how sorry I am that you lost your mother at such a young age and then in turn your granny. I also hate the treated you the way they did but no more." I say as I kiss the top of her head and rub her back gently.
As I am rubbing her back I murmur sweet things to her and tell her how much she means to me and how much I need her. She hern little hands fisted in my shirt with her head on my chest. As she starts to calm down she takes a deep breath and raises her head and wipes her face. "I am sorry about your shirt." She says. "I don't care about my shirt baby. All I care about is taking care of you" I tell her. She smiles and then does the most wonderful thing she places her hands on my face and then gives me the sweetest kiss.