CLOSED [Pulse & Elena]

[defenderofmen]

Elena would never describe her relationship with Pulse as normal. He was one of her models and despite seeing him naked on many occasions they’ve never actually had sex. He’d taken her on a few dates and Elena had fun but she was a little worried about getting involved with someone she worked with. That wasn’t the only reason for her resistance. Pulse had an air about him, something that drew her in and she knew if she let herself she’d happily let his touch consume her.

She wasn’t interested in those sorts of connections, the sort of bonds that hurt when you got to close.

That didn’t stop her from going on dates with him or going on another date tonight. He was charming and Elena found it difficult to say no. She had run the night before and for once, the wolf was calm. That was another part of herself that she wasn’t ready for him to know. She never would be.

The doorbell rang and Elena assumed it was Pulse. She was wearing a tight black dress that was a little too short for chaste date and a pair of high black stiletto heels, her blond hair was down but twisted elegantly over her right shoulder, showing off the delicate curve to her neck.

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[stealinghonor]

Pulse found himself growing more and more attracted to her and wishing he could show her that, even as he saw her pulling back and worried he would be just playing the fool. He didn't want to be hurt again, and he knew he could be, too easily, just like with Rogue. And so he smiled and invited her out, and took her to dances and dinners and learned more of her.

But he never got too close, too open. That way lay being hurt, bad. and He was tired of getting hurt.

As he waited for her to open the door, he smiled, brushing himself off. Desire to get close or not, he never looked anything less than his best. Mostly. He was dressed in a very deep black suit, cut to him like a second skin, with silver dragon cuff-links, tiny things that shone, and no tie, as well as jet black moccasins that shone against his skin.

He held a single cactus plant in a small pot, freshly, if carefully, watered, as he waited.

[defenderofmen]

Elena greeted Pulse with a smile as she opened the door. The sight of him caused her worries to flee and her pulse to quicken. He was always stunning, dressed as if he'd stepped out of a magazine.

"Right on time." She spoke softly, a smirk tugging at the edge of her lips.

Her eyes dropped from his, taking in the sight of the cactus plant in his palms. "Traditionally men bring a girl flowers on a date." She didn't sound upset but curious. This was something that Elena hadn't encounter before.

"Or is that your way of telling me that I'm being too prickly?"

[stealinghonor]

"I do try to be prompt." He grinned at her, relishing her beauty. She was amazing and he was still amazed she was willing to go out with him.

He smirked at her question. "A cactus is the toughest and more surviving plant ever introduced to nature. It is self-sufficient, nearly. Even though it does get stronger with others around, it does not need them."

he smiled at her. "It reminded me of you."

[defenderofmen]

"I didn't know you had such a high opinion of me." Elena didn't think she was all that but she was a little happy that Pulse did. Thin beautiful fingers took the plant from him and turned to place it somewhere safe inside. She'd treasure it, until she accidentally killed it.

Hopefully it was as strong as Pulse claimed.

With the cactus set somewhere safe she returned to the door and grabbed her purse. She offered him a brief smile and then a kiss on the cheek as she closed the door behind her.

"Where are we off to this evening?"