Skye
I couldn't bring myself to fully see Dylan's reaction when I pulled the tarp off the wall, but I sideways glanced at his face to see pure amazement across his features. He looked completely mesmerized by it and didn't say anything for around five minutes just from studying every image in the mural.
"Wow..... It's.. Stunning. How long did that take you?" He asked still blown away.
I rolled my eyes and answered, "Not even two hours. Longest part was watching it dry."
"You sure it wasn't cleaning the mess you made?"
I gawked at him, shocked he was watching that part, "The fuck? How would YOU know about that?!"
Dylan broke out laughing, since he was visibly struggling to keep it in, and answered, "They made me watch your reaction to getting caught and clean the disaster you made from getting caught. Slick moves by the way, real fantastic lying and gaslighting my sister." He barely managed to finish speaking before laughing some more.
"Hey! Least I cleaned it up, you can't even tell I fell on paint." I objected, crossing my arms and huffing.
"That is true, except you missed a spot."
I furrowed my brows and looked around asking, "bitch where?" When I looked over at him again he gestured to my hair, so I touched around my hair line and discovered there is in fact still paint in my hair. Jesus fuck man. How the hell. While I picked at that, he seemed to notice something and smirked slightly. "What?" I questioned.
"What uh.. What's that there at the end of the timeline?" He partially teased, his smirk growing as he nodded his head towards my painting. My head whipped around to find what he was meaning and my face flushed as I saw what I painted on the end. It was of us getting married then us both holding a child.
"Well Ima go kill myself from the embarrassment now." I muttered, unable to look at him. I turned towards the door to leave, but in not even two seconds flat Dylan was standing in front of me, gently grabbing my arms to stop me.
"You don't need to be embarrassed Skye. As your sister said, we're mates. Even though that kinda sounds weird.. but you're stuck with me forever, because I love you. Nothing will ever change that." He slightly huskily whispered. My breath hitched and my heart felt like it stopped just from how nice that sounded, don't know how or why but it did.
My eyes flicked down to our feet as I breathed in, then back up to stare him in the eye as I said in confidence, "I love you too." Don't know where it came from but it felt right to say. Dylan didn't seem to know how to react, which made me start having an internal panic attack of uncomfortableness. Suddenly his lips were on mine and we were passionately making out, yet again. For the millionth time. He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me closer, causing me to wrap one arm over his shoulder to behind his head on his uninjured side and my free hand went to the side of his face sort of around his ear so as not to hurt him. He slowly started walking forward, so I walked backwards to follow not really knowing what he's doing. After a few seconds I felt the edge of the bed hit my legs and Dylan somehow got me laying down on it, one of his hands beside my head and the other around under my back.
I pushed on his chest gently and said, "Okay just cause I apparently painted a child doesn't mean I want to fricken make one right now." He smiled and kissed me again for a long few seconds.
He then pulled away and replied amused, "I know Quetzal."
I playfully glared at him and asked, "Then why'd you lay me on the bed after we experimented a little with that sexual chemistry Lily's always blabbing on about?"
Dylan chuckled and answered, "Because I imagine having your head bent that far back for that long hurts your neck so I figured this would fix that." How'd he friggin know that my neck was hurting though? I probably made an "oh" face, to which Dylan chuckled at.
"I've got a few questions." I stated, ruining the moment.
He laughed and said, "Alright, shoot."
"Well, first, how can we be mates if shapeshifters can only be mates with other shifters and werewolves? Second, how come every magic creature has the scent of what they are, like werewolves all have a similar smell and shifters have their own type of smell. Why did you just smell like the best scented human ever? And why does Kelsey now say you have the scent of a shapeshifter?" I asked since I've been wondering ever since Kelsey brought it up.
Dylan smiled and answered, "They probably said shifters can only be with other shifters and werewolves because they don't know or realize angels exist among them. And, *pause for amsued chuckling* as for smelling like a human that's just what angel scents are so we can blend a lot better. I guess since we're mates and you're a shifter, that's the scent I apparently have or rather had since you're speaking in past tense. But uh, for the best scented part you'll have to ask your sister about because I can't tell." I thought for a moment, realizing the new shapeshifter part is probably definitely from my blood now being mixed with his and maybe the good smelling thing is part of the mate thing. Then I questioned, "Do I smell really good?"
Dylan smiled again and held his laugh as he replied, "Yes, want to know what you smell like?" I nodded so he answered, "You smell like cake and cinnamon buns surrounded by vanilla, but a billion times better." I blinked, unable to believe him.
"And I had told myself I was never going to ask you about it. God damn. So much for that I guess." I muttered looking off into the distance.
Dylan of course chuckled then asked, "Why? What do I smell like?" I huffed, "ahhhh shit snacks.." and barely audibly mumbled, "New car in a rainstorm..."
"Sorry what? Didn't quite catch that." Dylan teased.
I glared at him and retorted, "Yes you fucking did don't even go there."
His smile grew and he replied, "Wanna repeat it, to make sure I heard right." I continued glaring, knowing he's intelligent enough to put it together that I smell like his favorite scents, which would mean what I tell him he smells like to me is my favorite.
After my death glaring I loudly said in his face, "A new car in a rainstorm okay!?! Gawd." I huffed and turned my glare to a wall beside us, then realized it was the wall with my mural on it so my face went pink and I decided to glare at the other wall. Dylan laughed at my suffering embarrassment and gently tucked my hair behind my ear.
"It's a very beautiful mural Quetzal." He huskily whispered.
I huffed again and responded, "Well obviously, I painted it so of course it is. But you were too busy to look at it."
He chuckled and asked, "What do you mean I was too busy? I stared at it for like ten minutes!"
I snorted and answered, obviously lying/exaggerating, "I was just here minding my own business when all a sudden you came whippin over in front of me fast as The Flash to suck my face off. Looked at the painting for like three seconds before that to bug me bout what I didn't know I painted."
Dylan terribly tried holding in his laugh and replied, "Well, you obviously like your face being sucked off so you only gotta blame yourself for not stopping what you like happening Skye." My face instantly went red, so Dylan added laughing after, "See. Proves my point." He leaned down to kiss me but I teleported out from under him. He quickly looked under himself then whipped around to find me standing in a sass pose behind him with my arms crossed.
"I think. I've been not my fake self for long enough for today. And Roxie doesn't need to witness more of me being weirdly like romantic or whatever so we're gonna go home now. Goodnight volcano throat." I said, staying in my pose with my head high and eyes closed.
I suddenly felt lips on mine again then heard Dylan say, "Goodnight Skye." I looked at my feet and huffed, trying to hide the smile on my face, then he kissed my forehead and made that task even more difficult. 'I'm not going to hurt myself in my sleep, so don't worry about that.' He said in my head. I instantly looked up at him, confused as to how he did that. He gave me a warm smile and answered, "You've had your walls down pretty much this whole time after saying you love me." Shit. ...why do I not really mind anymore..? Weird...
"U-uuuhhhh okay.. Well Ima leave now... Um.. See you tomorrow?" I awkwardly said, avoiding eye contact again. I teleported to my house but instantly realized I forgot something, so I teleported back. "Forgot my dog.." I awkwardly stated, resting my hand on her head while Dylan laughed at me, love and amusement sparkling in his eyes. I teleported us back to my house and did my usual search around to make sure everything was as I left it. Thankfully it was and I went up to my room to go to bed. I changed into my pj's, brushed my long ass hair and crawled into bed, staring at the ceiling. Can't even think thoughts to myself if my fuckin walls are down. Fuck. I dramatically sighed and mentally muttered, 'fuck you fuckin hearing my thoughts. I like most shit to myself still thanks very much.'
I heard a chuckle in response and Dylan say, 'Well clearly you at least subconsciously want me to hear your thoughts since otherwise you'd have your walls back up after I told you they were down.'
'Oh fuck you. I'm going to sleep.' I growled and rolled onto my side, not falling asleep.