Layton asked me if I wanted dessert – and I did. We ordered some dessert, and talked some more. There was a long wait for the third course, and Layton began to get impatient. I, on the other hand, just kept drinking the White Wine that Layton had got. More than I should have done.

"Where is that damn waiter?" Layton growled, annoyed. I took another sip of the wine, noticing how I felt a little bit drunk. My head felt like it was swimming, with Layton and the restaurant seeming further away than it was. "I'm going to go find him, and hurry him up".

Layton moved, storming away from the table with frustration. I giggled at him; I didn't mean to, the sound just slipped out. Shocked, Layton paused – frozen on the spot as if time had suddenly stopped – then slowly, painfully slowly, he turned back around.

His dark eyebrow raised, looking at me with confusion. I giggled again, before slapping my hands over my mouth in an almost slapstick way. Layton watched me for a few seconds; as if I was a hard equation he couldn't figure out.

"Sorry" I apologised, before I laughed again. The second time more manic and hysterical. Again, I put my hand over my mouth to muffle the sound. Layton forgot about his quest to search for our delayed desserts, and walked over to me.

"How much have you had to drink?" Layton demanded, he used his dominate voice. I bowed my head, eyes cast to the floor, but I couldn't help but giggle once more. Layton took a seat next to me, and gripped my chin. He roughly forced my head up. He repeated his question, "how much have you had to drink?"

"Two glasses, maybe three" I replied, staring directly into Layton's emerald eyes. I took notice of how nice his eyes were – a swirling mixture of plush green, mint and gold. They were breath-taking eyes, if I were any good of an artist I would have wanted to paint them. I wanted to shout to the world how amazing his eyes were. "You have beautiful eyes" I blurted.

"So you think I have nice eyes, yet you feel no desire towards me at all" he muttered, annoyed.

"You scare me" I admitted, still staring into his eyes. I shouldn't have been staring so intently into his eyes – it was disrespectful. Yet, Layton didn't scowled more nor did he break the eye contact. He seemed to like that I was making eye contact with him; I wasn't submitting to him, and he liked it.

"Lots of people are scared of me" he commented.

"Doesn't that make you sad?"

"Everyone is supposed to be scared of me" Layton stated, with a small shrug. "If people are scared of me, they don't fuck me or my pack. So, if people are scared then they leave me alone. However, I don't want you scared of me. Not now we're mates".

Just then, the waiter turned up with our desserts. Layton turned away from me – finally breaking our intense eye contact – and glared at the waiter. "We've been waiting far too long for this course. We don't want it now, take it back and I will not be paying for this or the bad service here" he snapped.

"I'm sorry, Mr Vetteriano--" the waiter began, but I corrected him quickly.

"He likes to be called Layton" I told him, with a firm nod of the head.

"No I don't" Layton snapped, furious. He looked angry – ready to kill. "Call me Mr Vetteriano or we will have a problem". He was glaring at the waiter, trying to burn holes through his skin. The waiter visually gulped, before muttering an apology to Layton and rushing off to get a manager.

Layton turned to me and frowned, "only you can call me Layton. Do not, I repeat do not, make me seem weak to others". His words were harsh, and said with a furious growl of anger. I whimpered at his tone, and dropped my head. Drunk or not I would always submit to an Alpha.

Sighing, Layton gripped my chin again. "Look into my eyes" he ordered, "like before. That was nice". It was odd to hear Layton describe something as 'nice', but I smiled slightly. It made me happy to know he was enjoying being with me.

I did want I was told, and his eyes again. But, then, I ruined the moment by laughing once more. I broke the eye contact to laugh and cover my mouth, and Layton sighed heavily. "You're drunk, I'm taking you home".

Layton took some money out of his pocket, and threw it on to the bed. Then, he stood up and gestured for me to follow him. I stood up, but as I did so I saw the world spin slightly. I gasped and wobbled on my feet. Layton caught me instantly.

He grabbed my arm, nails digging into my skin due to his extreme strength. I whimpered in pain, and he instantly relaxed his grip. "I can't walk" I exclaimed. My voice was shrill and full of fear. "I heard that alcohol ruins brain cells. What if all my brain cells are broken, and it has damaged my motor functions? I won't be able to walk again! And I--"

"Gemini, enough" Layton said. Then, he did something completely out of character, he rolled his eyes. It was something I never expected to ever see Layton do; it was just such a juvenile and immature thing for him to do. It shocked me for a heavy second, but he carried on talking.

"You're just had too much to drink. You're too small to drink so much – especially for someone who doesn't drink. You haven't damaged your brain, or effected your motor functions or whatever other crap you're spouting about. You've just drank too much".

He slipped his arm around my waist and led me out the restaurant. I felt my stomach turn, and my head spin, as I stepped into the evening air. Reaching out, I grabbed a handful of his suit and held on for dear life.

Layton didn't complain, and held me close to his broad chest. It felt almost comforting in his hold – which was odd, because for someone who killed and tortured, he sure held me gently. He was worried I was going to break, I could tell. We reached Layton's car and he lifted me into the passenger's seat.

I was tired. As we drove back, I could feel my eyes slowly shutting and my body succumbing to the exhaustion. I cuddled into the seat, as I rested my head against the car window. "Gemini, don't fall asleep. We're almost home".

I mumbled in an incoherent way – and my eyes fluttered between open and close – trying to keep the sleep at bay. It didn't take us long to get back to Layton's house, and when we got there I was too tired to get myself out of the car.

Layton walked around to my side of the car, and slowly opened the door. I yawned heavily, eyes preparing to close. "Come on" he said, leaning down and picking me up. He held me in a bridal fashion; pressing me to his broad chest.

"Layton?" I groaned, pressing my face into his chest. He carried me inside, not answering me. "Layton?" I pestered again.

"What?"

"You're really cuddly, like a bear". I giggled softly, burying my face closer to Layton. He stayed quiet, and continued to carry me up the stairs. I felt my body placed on a soft bed, and I smiled.

However, my smile quickly turned into a frown; when I felt Layton move away from me. "No" I complained, grabbing a hold of his suit jacket. I looked up at him, as he gave me an inquisitive look. "Don't leave me, you're my cuddly bear" I pouted.

Layton paused; half leaning over, half standing. Then he sighed. "If I stay with you tonight, you can't get upset in the morning. Because you asked me to be here". He wasn't making up excuses, he was telling me fact.

"Okay, cuddle me bear". I pulled him closer, but he just broke out the embrace. As he stood up, he pulled off his suit jacket and flicked his shoes off. After that, he walked around to the other side of the bed and lay down.

Reaching out, I took a hold of his muscled arm; pulling myself closer to him. Layton muttered something – which I didn't hear fully – as I lay my head on his chest and pressed my body into his side.

"I'm uncomfortable" I complained, about thirty seconds later. "My clothes itch". I pulled at the dress, pushing it up slightly.

"If you plan to get undress, let me know so I can prepare myself" Layton grumbled, obviously annoyed at my behaviour. I readjusted my clothes again. "I'm being serious, Gemini. I can't mate you yet, so if you plan to wear little clothing, make me aware so I can prepare myself. Otherwise, I may not be able to hold myself back".

"Oh" I mumbled, "well can I take my dress off?" I asked. There was a long, heavy, pause of from Layton. Then he sat up – pushing me off his body. I made a noise of complaint, as he walked out the room.

Layton returned a few moments later, with a shirt of his in his hands. "If I have to hold you all night, and you are wearing nothing, I won't be able to control myself. So you'll have to wear something that has my scent on it – or I might go crazy".

I nodded, as he handed me the shirt. Layton turned away from me as I changed – which surprised me with how he made me drop my towel earlier that day. I changed quickly; which was uncomfortable, because I was too tired to actually stand up to change.

"I'm changed" I mumbled, as my eyes began to close again. I laid down on my pillow; nuzzling my head into the softness. A few seconds later, I felt the bed dip as Layton got onto the bed.

I made no attempt to move closer to him; which caused him to growl at me. I groaned in my sleep – swatting at the air near where Layton was. "Cuddle me" he snapped, sounding angry. I did what I was told and lay on his chest – he gave another growl, that one of satisfaction.

Just as I was about to sleep, I sat up instantly; eyes wide, and heart hammering. At my suddenly movement, Layton shot up – standing next to the bed in a defensive crouch. He growled and his eyes scanned the room. "What? What's wrong?"

"Sorry" I said, shocked as I looked at Layton. His hands were shaking, his body wanting to shift into his Wolf Form. I couldn't help but give a little giggle. "I just wanted to know if the door were locked".

At my words, Layton sighed heavily – running a hand down his face, to show his stress. "I locked the doors, Gemini, I promise". He got back on the bed, and pulled me to his chest. I cuddled into him; he was warm and comfortable.

"Promise?" I double checked.

"I would never lie to you" Layton replied. I smiled at his words, and cuddled slower into him. It was nice to be in his arms – almost too nice.