Convince me: Werewolf 2P Canada and Reader:

A thin film over your sore, crusty, and heavy eyes, along with a tired and sore body made you ready for bed.  Already wearing your most comfortable and warm pajamas, you turned the electric blanket on high, but something was missing.

You looked throughout the house, and finally doubled back to your bed room. Steam was leaking from under the bathroom door and you heard the sudden sound of water gushing down. You sighed and rubbed your tired eyes, ready to go to bed, but also knowing he would be in there for at least thirty minutes.

A small sliver of light caught your eye, such a sudden movement that sent chills up your spine and beckoned you closer to the window. You were almost nervous walking over and carefully pulling back the curtain, revealing the cold wonder land that rested outside your cabin.

Your fingers gently brushed against the cold glass, tickling them with their dewy frost. You searched through the yard and your eyes landed on the glowing lamppost, its automatic timer being off just enough to flash in the darkness for a moment and scare you.

You sighed at your silliness, but nervousness still fluttered inside. You decided the warmth of the electric blanket would calm you, and climbed into bed. You closed your eyes and pulled the covers snuggly around you, waiting for sleep to take over and protect you until morning. But you remained restless.

You tossed and turned, trying to get comfortable and fall asleep, but every which way you turned a sore spot would ache and a part of you would be left uncomfortable. It seems that you had gotten so used to resting on his chest, that it was the only way you felt comfortable.

A sudden click made you jump and groan, your sleepiness instantly drained from you as your husband emerged from his shower.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, drying his strawberry blonde hair.

You stared for just a moment, still in a sleepy haze admiring the scars that ran down his toned chest, before he pulled a white t-shirt on. Your tired eyes squinted and you grumbled disapprovingly as the only good view you had seen that day disappeared.

His ears twitched in annoyance, but he climbed into bed, bringing with him the woodsy smell that no amount of soap could wash away. You hoped he would turn off the lamp light, but instead you heard the rustling of covers and the crinkle of paper. Was he reading?”

You quickly sat up, and looked at him.  You just wanted to sleep and he was taking his time to read.

“Honey,” you mumbled, “Please go to sleep.”

He said nothing, his only reaction being a raised eyebrow and turning another page. He was playing with you, like he usually did with a deer before he snapped its neck, biting the head clean off.

“I had a long day at work,” you mumbled into your pillow, keeping one eye on your amused husband.

He turned another page, feigned a yawn, showing his abnormally large incisors, before smacking his lips and rolling his shoulders.

“Convince me,” he said casually.

You sighed, and rolled over so you were lying on your back. “Matt please, I’m really tired and probably have another long day at work tomorrow.”

He quickly smirked in amusement, and you sighed in defeat. You cuddled closer and linked your arm through his, “I can’t sleep without you,” you admitted, actually enjoying the warmth he radiated and the pine soap his used to cover the smell of burning wood and dewy soil.

He shut the book at a tortuously slow rate and set it down at equal pace, smirking the entire time. He wrapped an arm around you and rested against the pillows. “I’m still not convinced,” he mumbled.

You sighed quietly. “I thought I saw something moving outside,” you admitted, slowly tracing his scars through his shirt, “It was just a flicker of light, but…”

Matt kissed your forehead and tussled your hair, “They promised they’d leave us alone.”

“And they never break their promises,” you finished for him, having had this talk hundreds of times. A shiver went down your spine as you remembered them. “I’m still worried,” you mumbled.

He threw his head back, sighed dramatically; pressing you closer in the process. “You convinced me,” he said, wrapping both arms around you, bringing you so you rested on his chest and his nose buried in your hair.  “I love you,” he mumbled.

You turned off the lamp and let your eyes drift closed, “I love you too.”

Dark silence fell across the room and you snuggled against Matt, feeling some safety with his strong arms wrapped around you, every muscle twitching under you, ready to pounce, and his loving hand gently stroking your back.

“I’m worried too,” he admitted.