"I have a favor to ask." Octavius is sitting next to me at the long island table in the kitchen. I hand him a hot cup of coffee, careful not to put too much milk inside.

"Of course." He smiles at me as he drinks.

I wring my hands together nervously. "A little girl from my old pack, her baby brother is sick, and I think she might be too." He places the mug down, focusing entirely on me.

"Go on." He prompts.

"Um," I hesitate. "I want someone to go down and give them all medical exams, it could be serious."

"Then it will be done." Octavius said, in a mock-royal way. He stood up from his chair and swiftly lifted me off the chair, bringing a soft squeal from my lips.

"Octavius," I laugh, as he places me on top of his feet, and begins to dance with me around the kitchen. "What are you doing?"

"Dancing with a queen." He whispers, and turns and twirls me around the floor. I laugh heartily, at his performance.

"Look at you, having childish fun." I tease him, poking at his ribs playfully.

"I'll have you know, I am the life of the party." He pouts, puffing his strong chest out.

"Mhm," I tease. "And what parties? I haven't seen one?"

He smiles, showing a row of perfect white teeth.

"Well, if it's a party you want, a party you shall have." He grabs me, dipping me low and pulling me back into his arms, pressed against him.

"Good." I smile, kissing his cheek quickly.

"Come on," He grins evilly. "Gimme a real kiss."

"No." I give him a devilish grin. "You have to catch me first." And I begin to run around the kitchen, diving on either side of the island as he gives chase. I am laughing more than I have in recent memory.

While I am rounding around the to the tv room, he tackles me to the ground, quickly flipping us so he is the one landing on the carpet, with me on his chest. But then he switches, climbing on top of me, tickling me everywhere.

"Stop!" I squeak, giggles escaping me.

"As you wish." He smirks, and leans down to finally kiss me. I am about to wrap my arms around his neck when he pulls away, and triumphant and mischievous glint in his beautiful blue eyes.

I pout, and place my hand behind his head, trying to pull him down for another kiss.

"Uh Uh." He wags a finger in my face. "No kisses, gotta catch me."

"I'm tired of running." I whisper and lift my torso up and catch his lips in mine, pulling him down on top of me on the ground.

"As you wish." I smile in the kiss, giggling softly.

The kiss is slow and playful, but then it changes. He nips my bottom lip, rolling over so he is on the bottom, with me straddling him. I gaze down at him, and slowly lift up his shirt, revealing his sculpted torso. I lower my lips, softly brushing my lips against his chest, and kissing all the grooves of his abs, feeling them tense as my mouth travels lower. I toy with the waistband of his underwear, slowly lifting it then putting it back, teasing him.

"Alessandra." He groans and reaches for me.

"No no." I taunt, and pull myself up to eye level. "If you want me," I start, softly kissing his jaw.

"Mhm?" He asks, running his strong hands over my thighs.

"You gotta catch me." I grin, and move away from him, running as my laughs float around us.