I couldn't NOT write this. It had been swimming in my head for far too long now!
It's a drabble, and I don't know when I'll post, but I just needed this to get started!

It's also unbeta'd... So if you feel like you're up for that task, hit me up ;)

This will be EPOV entirely.

Enjoy!

xo

Twilight isn't mine. Plot bunnies are.

I watched her. Like a hawk.
Tonight might be my night, the night I had been waiting for.
She exits the club, alone. Her friend, the blonde left about twenty minutes ago.
I guess she got off early, or maybe she needed more time.

Her bag is slung over one shoulder, the zipper not done up all the way.
She looked over her shoulder, waving and smiling at someone who was still inside.
Her endlessly long legs carried her over to the bus stop.

I knew she was waiting for the first bus. The one from 5.15 a.m.
My breaths exited the car in clouds, heating the outside air.

She must be freezing.

Thirty seconds passed. She was perched on the bench at the bus stop, hands between her thighs, searching for warmth.
I could warm them for her, I was sure of that.
I eyed the digital clock on my dashboard. I had five more minutes.
Then she'd be gone.
I'd have to wait another twenty-four hours.

My patience was running out, as was my self-control.
I watched her.
Brown hair, swaying in the cold wind, specks of glitter capturing my attention.
She hadn't showered yet.

Her usual routine.

I bet she just wanted to get home, take off the layers of clothing she'd just put on. She'd probably enjoy a nice, hot shower.

How would she smell after a shower?
What was her own, signature smell?
It had to be different from the scent she wore around the club. That one was heavy, dark and seductive.

I took one last drag of my cigarette before I tossed it out the window and rolled it back up. The heat was blasting inside, casting waves of heat upon my face and steering wheel.

I had three more minutes. Now was the time.
My fingers fumbled, turning on the headlights.
Her head snapped up, noticing the car in the empty parking lot.

She tensed up and looked to her left, anticipating the arrival of the bus.
That bus was more dangerous than I was, I'd seen them stare at her.

People sharing that first bus with her were drunks or factory workers on their way to the early shift.
She didn't belong.
My butterfly didn't belong on that bus, with the harsh fluorescent lighting.

My foot pressed down on the gas pedal, setting the car in motion.
Her way.

I drove up to the bench, she looked startled. Like a deer in the headlights.
As I rolled the window down, the feeling of cold air coming through via the passenger's seat shot shivers down my spine.

"Good evening," I purred at her. "Need a lift?"

Big love xo