Valentine's Day ask, Nathaniel pov meeting Tim. repost

[thatrcooper]

Q: Can I take this opportunity to ask for Nathaniel and Tim's meeting from Nathaniel's point of view? Or possibly, to keep with the theme, Valentine's day from his POV?

Asked by: orrla-fairygirl

sweetfirebird

You know, on my old computer that died, I had a version of their meeting from Nathaniel’s pov. Sadness. Basically, Nathaniel is sort of checking out the arriving bus in town because Ray (Ray Ray!) called him and told him to expect trouble in a small package. And Nathaniel, being Nathaniel, was intrigued and protective before he ever met Tim or learned anything about him.

And he was too late to see people getting off the bus, but there is a smell that catches his attention. He’s not really sure why. But he follows it anyway. It’s not like anything else he knows. Not quite ozone and not quite gunpowder, with this residual heat.

He ends up in Robin’s Egg’s cafe, and thinks his empty stomach misled him into thinking it was time to eat, but then he inhales again and that spiky, cordite and sparklers scent hits him again, followed by this heat that isn’t even warm, it more like awareness. His skin is tingling and hot, and he steps forward, vaguely aware that Egg is asking him something, but he can’t hear a word.

There is sugar too, surrounding the new scent. And the residual savory scents of a quick meal. And it’s as he takes another step closer that a figure at the counter turns around and sees him.

Wolf’s eyes, ferocious, starving blue, focus on him. Nathaniel hears a sound, like thunder, but it’s in his ears. Then the wolf, this tiny, starved wolf flings himself from his stool and stands in front of him. He’s breathing hard, panting from his sweet, soft mouth, and he has wide, terrified eyes, and Nathaniel wants to make his fear go away so much it actually hurts.

The wolf is still breathing so hard, and Nathaniel realizes he is too, that he can’t take in enough air because that scent is too much for him. It’s layers of explosions and sparks and terror and wanting, and

–the lust makes his knees weaken. Want-scent curls around him like hands, like that wolf’s pale, slender hands, and Nathaniel needs to bite him, needs to see his bite to know the wolf is okay, that he’s home, that he is safe and Nathaniel will protect him.

He drags in a long breath full of all that temper and fear and fire and hears himself growl, “You.” And realizes he is in the presence of his mate. This little wolf is his mate.

And then of course, on the heels of that (and all his sweetly awed thrilling delight at the idea of meeting his mate, because Nathaniel is a precious baby sometimes) his little wolf mate suddenly cringes away from him and shouts alarming, horrible things at him, and all that lust turns to pure unadulterated terror, and Nathaniel is sick and worried and half a second away from panicking that his mate will leave. He is unprotected and unafraid and he will LEAVE

I really do love Nathaniel. He deserves all that time Tm spends learning how to be gentle and loving. He would bask in it. Every single shy but sincere gesture when no one is looking. (Until that point when Tim forgets to care if people are looking and can see him being soft and vulnerable with his mate. Ah those are the best. Letting Nathaniel take his hand. Or smushing his face into Nathaniel’s arm and sighing dramatically when Nathaniel is taking too long to finish his paperwork and go home.)