I Want You To Want Me

Sticking the key in the lock he pushed open with one hand the other holding two large bags of groceries. He had to buy them not for him though his body didn't need to eat so often as humans do. Stocking the refrigerator now she was here. Elena shut and locked the door slipping quickly out of her high heels a soft sigh coming from her mouth at the feel of the black marble floor cooling her feet. She ventured into the kitchen bending over with her elbows on the granite counter, and her chin resting in the palm of her hand. She watched him quietly, biting her pink bottom lip as Shippou separated the can goods putting them in the over head cabinets. She also noticed the way his biceps rippled so nicely. The man sure knew how to wear a muscle shirt; his long hair was braided ending directly above his perfect ass. She cleared her throat, sighing louder this time, all too ready for that shower and then bed not caring one bit if she were naked or not. But it would be awfully nice if her big strong man would help her get undressed first. It was wrong to ask him, and since he did say he wouldn't touch her until she awoke, Elena couldn't help or deny she missed his touch.



“Love, are you feeling okay?” Smelling her scent change, gave him a clue as to what she was feeling and it tore at him.



“Yes. I'm fine. I just wanted to ask you something,” She spoke softly, making circle patterns with her finger on the spotless black marble counter, her elbow currently settled on top of the counter.



Afraid, his brain slowly formed what he was going to say to that, “And, what is it you want to ask me?” He said while repeating in his mind, that he wouldn't touch her in any way sexual. Goddammit. He had a sneaky suspicion; he wasn't going to like it.



He turned and faced her. “Well, what I want to ask you is, if you could,” She smiled with mischief in her hazel eyes, “help me take off my clothes.” She held her laugh, watching Shippou turn right around, a box of spaghetti dropped into the sink along with three cans of mixed vegetables, swearing upon god he quickly shuffled to pick everything up.



It was worth it to see how stiff his body when she asked him. Rolling his shoulders some he began to put away the box of spaghetti in the cabinet, only to pause again. His nose flared making him turn right around again to face his mate as if she'd gone crazy. She was aroused, and teasing him about it because she knew he could smell that she wanted him. Figuring this out he crossed his arms, his large frame leaning back against the kitchen sink, giving her a slight frown, openly flirting with him when he was like...this. She knew all too well, after long bouts of separation, Shippou would tend to act more primitive then some to show his mate, first hand why leaving him for so long is a very very bad thing to do. He shifted in thought, his eyes telling her he didn't like to be tricked, into unintentionally fucking her brains out when he told her he wouldn't.



“Sorry. But I have things I still have to do first, so you can go on without me.”



“I'll be in the shower if you need me.”



He laughed, almost willing to give up, “I hope you know you’re playing with fire here babe. I repeat, I'm not touching you until your fully rested.”



“Yes Shippou, I remember,” She sighed forlornly, pouting a little, she began to back away, “I guess, I'll leave you to put away the groceries then.” Turning to the direction of his hallway bathroom, he called out to her before she entered.



“You'll be seeing me soon enough when you wake up.” He watched as her gaze dropped to the floor.



“Sweet dreams love.” She looked up, her smile gentle. He almost wanted to go to her retreating form walk to the bathroom.



He stopped himself though, his beast angry he had denied his mate what she wanted, hearing the door shut his demonic hearing picked up the water faucet being turned on. He growled in annoyance at her hidden message behind I'm taking a shower, but if you need me you know where to find. Indeed he was tempted, so goddamn tempted you could swim in it. His mouth tightened into a grim line as he turned back to restock the food, while listening out for Elena to finish her shower. Putting away the last of the goodies, he wandered over to the refrigerator, pausing when his eye caught an New Year's Eve picture, looking like the sexiest couple ever. She had her arms looped around his neck, standing on her tip toes placing a big kiss on his cheek; he blinked of course when his friends took the picture being caught off guard. Taking off the coco-cola magnet from the fridge door, he held the picture in his hand smiling fondly at that pleasant memory.



He'd always known from the beginning he truly, honest to god loved her. Loved her so much he even agreed whole heartedly to meet her family in Milan, Italy. At first, he tried to reconsider, but when she told him they were flying there for her little sister's wedding and she wanted him to come. He agreed. The problem was, traveling for a demon, especially on a plane is torture. What could he say, but it sucked ass and his poor ears didn't stop popping till after the reception was over.



It had been two summers ago, and he could recall the flight had left his sensitive ears popping for hours on end. He praised having a girlfriend who understood other languages because he was out of luck on that one. They caught a passing cab, and Elena speaking in her native tongue told the cab driver where to go and they were there in two hours tops. Leaving the man a hefty tip as he gathered up their entire luggage from the trunk of the car walking toward her mother's villa, a private guest house she informed him. He didn't mind just as long as he could be in the same room with Elena, he could care less if the roof had a leek. It was special to her because it was her younger sister Alessandra's first wedding ceremony, and she was asked to be her maid of honor so she had to go.



The wedding had been fairly interesting, he met her whole family before the reception began and it wasn't that bad her folks weren't boring snobs at all, the alcohol had been wine and the best wine he'd ever tasted. It felt great being out here the city was huge and beautiful; it was good for him to get out once in a while preferring to stay in one place at a time. He had some doubts he'd ever find himself able to settle down like this, the wedding tradition's humans had were...strange. The constant eyes watching you while you said some off the top marriage vows in front of a priest you'll never see again in your whole life. Being a demon he definitely wasn't use to getting married, not even the ceremonial clothes or the wedding bands, it held no point when marking your chosen was quick, painless and null and void. But being the love sick gullible guy he was, he agreed to at least act civilized. And he did, so she couldn't get angry with him. Shippou sat in Armani, the tux fitting his body well from head to toe, even his long bangs were sweep back into a neat ponytail at the nape of his neck, he looked like a ad model for the cover of GQ. Sitting in silence, leaning back casually in his chair, with one hand holding his fifth glass of wine, while his other remained still upon his right thigh. He watched his mate with avid eyes, sitting a few rows in front of him, third table to the left. She looked beautiful. That gorgeous smile of hers animating her perfect face, while holding her sixth month old niece Lily in the air, making the baby coo and giggle.



It made him wonder about that strange look in her eyes she gave him while she feed the baby it's bottle, she held the chubby bundle cradled snug in her left arm. She looked more beautiful then ever just the way she was, a picture that hurt his heart to know his woman would want to have a baby one day. He could stand kids but babies scared the hell out of him, I mean you couldn't wrong him for that. He lost his childhood at the age of eight, when his parents were taken from him. And thereon he had to basically live on his own to survive, which made him grow up quickly. Also they cried sometimes for no reason and threw up without notice and he couldn't deal with that. So after the party was over and everyone said their goodbyes they left back to her mother's guest house. Lying on the bed in his black silk boxers, his lush muscles taut and unyielding as he read, “An easy guide on Italian translations.” Shippou wanted to brush up on the native tongue because her family, had been speaking to him in Italian the whole time he was there not knowing if he understood it or not.



“Shippou, are you busy?” Elena asked softly, standing in the bathroom doorway, she was wearing her favorite pink sheer nightgown with plunging neckline for added sexiness. Her hands were behind her back and her gaze on her bare feet.



“What's on your mind?” He spoke behind the book. “Or do you need something else?” He asked in a low whisper, and lowered the book to peep a look at her to see his expression, telling her what he meant.



She shook her head, a faint blush painted on her cheeks, “I'm not quite ready for bed yet.” Coming to stand a few inches from him, she looked at the cover of the book he was reading which said, “An easy guide to translate in Italian.” She smiled at his interest in learning her language.



“Okay. Let me know when you are.” Shippou glanced furtively at her, turning his gaze back to the book in front of him.



She tucked her curly brown hair behind her ear, “Can I ask you something Shippou?” She said while gnawing on her bottom lip.



“I'm listening.” He replied not looking up for her question.



“H-how do you...um, how do you feel about babies?” Her voice dropping into a gentle whisper, she waited to see his reaction.



He looked muddled, “They drool.” He commented off handedly, not following where this was going.



She frowned; hand on hip, “I'm being serious.” Her voice filled with an emotion he wasn't familiar with.



Neatly, he put his book down on the nightstand, ready to listen, “I’m sorry love. I think babies are okay.” She huffed, crossing her arms.



He rolled his eyes at her little temper tantrum and reached to pull the hem of her nightgown, until she sat on the bed next to him. “What's wrong?” He whispered, and grabbed her waist sitting her on top of his lap. Elena relaxed for a moment, loving the tender care he usually gives her.



“I want...” Her hands folded together, her eyes averted away from his beautiful crimson eyes, “I wanted to ask if you could somehow get me...pregnant?” He gazed at her warily, shrinking away from her as if she grew another eye.



“Oh pretty please Shippou. I would love you so much if you said yes.”



“Don't I get a say in this nutty relationship?”



“I know your still studying for med school, and that's cool. But we can make it work if...”



“That's just it. We're too busy for a baby and you know it.” Despair clutched at her heart.



“I don't mean to be the bad guy. But, with you traveling in and out of the country for long periods of time and my job and college. It's going to keep us away all day. And what about the baby's needs, he or she will want there parents. Babies need attention, love.” He sighed, knowing this was going to make her mad. “How is our baby going to know us if we're always out of the house?”



“Well, when are we going to have one?”



He smiled which surprised her. “Trust me on this, I promise will have a baby soon.” Her eyelashes fell in acknowledgment for the answer to her baby question, and then rose frowning further at his blatant dismal.



“Is that it? Is that going to be your excuse Shippou?” Commenting dryly as she tossed her curly hair in exasperation.



“Excuse?” He glanced up truly perplexed.



“Yes an excuse.” Her face reddened some, “That we can wait, but I can't wait. I'm not like you,” She looked about ready to cry, “I want a little baby of my own, you know, someone to care for.”



That faraway look that crossed her face broke him in two, “I want one just as much as you, honey.” Shippou's thoughtful voice filled with sympathy toward the only woman he'll ever love. “It isn't going to be easy for us, especially for you.”



“I think I will be willing to give up ballet for our baby. Why can't you believe me?”



“Because, I know you'd be the one to take care of him or her all by yourself. And two, I know for a fact that as the months pass your going to get fed up with me not being around to help you.”



“No I would not.”



“Yes you would. I'd still have to work to support the both of you and I won't be there as much.”



“But Alessandra...”



“I knew it. I just knew it. I was watching you play with the baby you'd get ideas.”



“Ideas? Is wanting to have a baby with me an idea Shippou, huh?” Shippou made a frown of his own, thinking the conversation was getting out of control, he didn't want to argue tonight especially when his body was craving hers.



“Look, if it's bothering you so much, then why don't you take this off and we can get busy making one.”





After that said he got the cold shoulder that night and for the whole flight back to Tokyo, Shippou knew she was still fuming with him for brushing her off about the baby issue. He knew it was bad when she refused to go to his apartment. Never returned his many phone calls or called him for that matter. Elena hadn't spoken to him for almost a year and it was eating at him, slowly. He had to do something because he'd thought he'd go mad if she didn't come back to him. So in times of a crisis there was only one solution, Kouga.



Shippou needed some sort of advice on how to get her back before he died of a broken heart. He needed his mate, and with that in mind he left his empty apartment and went to see the one person in his life that could help him. The spare keys he had to Kouga's complex were always with him, he unlocked the door walking inside. It was nine-forty, on a frigid November, as the cold breeze entered in with him. The house was quiet, the lights were off expect in the living room were the fireplace was lit. He walked through the dark hallway his red eyes gleamed as he found Kouga standing in front of the ceiling to floor window holding a glass of Irish whiskey in one hand his other in his pocket. Knowing already he was in heavy thought about something that made him remember his past. Shippou had known Kouga for about three hundred years coming next month and still didn't truly know him. So, he took a seat in the tall brown leather lounge chair and waited while watching the fire burn to keep his mind off of his current problem.



He didn't even turn to face him, as he usually did. He didn't even bother to say a word, as his tall frame sat slumped in the chair, his legs stretched out in front of him with a bleak expression on his face. Sitting in silence for a good ten seconds, Kouga finally turned, curious as to why Shippou hadn't said a peek. Moving toward him, he stood next to the fireplace, putting his half full glass on the mantle. The same red eyes landed on his adopted son and his face fell in shock, to look at him with no emotion, his skin so pale and drawn in, his eyes not showing any lack of sleep and clothes rumpled and unchanged from looking at him maybe two or three days now. In one word he looked like shit, moving closer he watched his eyes trained to nothing, not even budging an inch.



He was worried, real worried and from the signs it looks like he's suffering withdrawal. “Shippou, are you okay? I haven't heard from you in a while.” At hearing the voice of his surrogate father he looked up, then let his gaze drift to the glass on the shelf next to him.



"I'm not okay, pop. Do you mind?" He asked with little effort in his arm, he signaled for the glass, Kouga gave it to him and he downed the golden liquid in one shot.



Kouga watched in concerned dismay. “What's wrong with you?” His long arm outstretched in a sign for more to drink.



“Elena wants to have a baby.” He uttered in a monotone voice. Now he was stunned, and relieved it wasn't something worst.



He didn't know what to do about this, but from the look on Shippou’s face he wasn't doing to good either. So, he offered the only solution he could come up with, “Let me pour you another glass and we can talk more about this.”



End Flashback





Shippou had learned from his mistake, a valuable lesson, after they agreed to disagree with each other, he still saw she still had hope he'd give her what she wanted. But he wasn't ready, he had only this year to finish college and get his degree, he wanted to be able to take care of his own as long as he still lived that what a good father did for their offspring. And he wanted to be at his best when the time came to have a baby; he loved her too much not to be. He lost his parents, and that permanently put a dent in the being a loving family man department. A small honey warm smile spread across his handsome face, at the thought of having a little girl that looked like Elena.



If it hadn't been for Kouga, Shippou would probably be lost after witnessing the battered-bloody corpses of his parents, a day he'd been away he could of helped them they'd might still be alive today. He'd be ready to be a father. His baby would always be protected even if his life depended on it, or at least try, and if Kouga could raise him then he knew he could do it too. He would be determined to get his little woman pregnant, starting today and all night if he had to. It warmed his heart to know very soon he'd have a family of his own, something that was robbed from him a long time ago. His parents were dead now have been for as long as he could remember, besides Kouga, all he had was Elena and he wasn't going to lose her. His hearing picked up water shutting off, telling him she'd finished. He sighed, knowing he'd have to wait until Elena was completely asleep before he could do what he wanted, which would approximately take about thirty minutes the most.