so something like: nathan waking up to find he must have gone to vlads in his wolf form, curled up on the bed like a big puppy and now he has no clothes, and vlad is in the kitchen making him a big breakfast.
Oh gosh, this is so close to an actual scene in the book you have no idea haha hmmmmmm lemme think.
The world looked different through the eyes of a wolf. Often times what seemed irrational to the human part of the brain, could make perfect sense to the part that insisted four legs were better than two.
He tried again, digging his claws in and trying to fit his snout under the door. He could smell what he wanted on the other side, and he was determined to get to it, even if he had to dig his way through the flagstone to do so.
The door opened with an irritated jerk, and the occupant looked around then down. The part of him that insisted two legs and opposable thumbs were useful traits to have, recognized the vampire as Vlad. The rest of his lunar addled brain simply thought of him as his. His vampire. His person. His.
Vlad opened the door farther to let the giant wolf into the room, sighing heavily when the wolf brushed up against him and left a trail of fur from shins to hip bone. He didn’t even bother trying to brush it off.
“You’re supposed to be out running through the forest.” He said, somewhat reproachfully.
The wolf made a low sound deep in his chest flicking his ears to convey his displeasure with the current outside world. He didn’t so much mind the rain, but lightning still made him skittish.
“Oh fine, come on then.” Vlad muttered, padding back toward his darkened bedroom and crawling back into the gargantuan overstuffed bed they’d been sharing these past few months. He held the cover open, expecting him to settle at his back as he had done several times before, but after some consideration he settled neatly at the foot of the bed, resting his head on the vampire’s feet.
“You are so weird.” Vlad said, but even the canine part of Nathan’s brain could hear the smile in his voice. He snuffled softly in response, breathing in the room, the familiar scents that were so uniquely Vlad enveloping him in a warm happy haze. Hey lay still for a while, listening to the other man drift between wakefulness and sleep, watching the moon through the still open window, letting the sounds of the forest drift in.
This, the wolf knew, was happiness.
Morning broke, and Nathan awoke with it. There was a brief moment of disorientation where he wondered where he was before some hazy recollection connected, matching up the missing dots between canine and human brain.
“Oh gods,” he muttered, realizing that he was curled up, not in their bed, but at the foot of it. “Ugh.”
He’d heard of puppy love but sometimes the wolf really took it too far.
Vlad appeared at the doorway, dressed down in only a pair of black trousers and a white shirt and casual waistcoat, his sungoggles perched atop his head. “Mornin’. Feeling a little rough, are we?”
“If that was a pun,” Nathan rasped out, struggling to work moisture into his mouth as he sat up on the edge of the bed, “then you can fuck right off.”
The vampire chuckled, crossing over the short space and pressing a mug into Nathan’s hands.
“Oooh I love you.”
“Are you talking to me or the coffee?” Vlad asked, wryly, grunting when Nathan reached out and pulled him against him, nuzzling his face against Vlad’s abdomen and trying to drink his coffee at the same time.
“Don’t make me choose.”
“Hmm,” Vlad hummed in response, lifting his hands to run them through Nathan’s unruly hair, nails dragging over his scalp in that oh so pleasant way. “You don’t have any clothes in here you know.”
“Oh no, what a shame.” Nathan deadpanned, leaning further into the touch.“I’ll just have to stay here. In your bed all day. Naked.”
The vampire snorted, allowing himself to be manhandled as Nathan set aside the mug and began unbuttoning his waistcoat. “Some of us have things to do you know.”
“Yes,”Nathan agreed as he wrapped both arms around Vlad’s waist and toppled him unceremoniously onto the bed. “Me.”