A/N: I'm sorry if I haven't been able to keep my promise on 'Beautiful Christmas', but trust me, I'm on the last chapter and I want to get it done and over with. Anyway, here's one of the ideas I wrote on my book and thought it would be great if I posted it up here. So enjoy.

DISCLAIMER: CSI:Miami and BTR are made up of awesome people, and I couldn't be above their awesomeness. Enough said.

Anastasia's Point of View:

I moaned as the alarm clock buzzed into life, signaling the start of a new day, and the number of possibilities that could happen.

But instead of the cold pillows and blankets waking me up, a warm pair of arms wrapped around my body greeted me. It was muscular, but not as tanned as Uncle Eric's, not to forget the tattoo of a poker on a bee with starts surrounding it on his left arm.

I smiled as I recognized the loving pair of arms: Ryan Wolfe's.

As I wormed out of the embrace, I felt a soft moan of disturbance explicating from the man's mouth. His breath gave me the chills as he whispered behind my ear, "Good morning my sweetheart. What's with the rush?"

I kissed his left knuckle, soothing it with my fingers, "I do know it's a public holiday today, but I have to finish the presentation about Parkinson's disease for tomorrow. You know how my senior is like."

Ryan sat up straight immediately, leaning against the headboard, and guided my face until I met his, "That's odd."

That got me for a second, "What's odd?"

"I've imprinted you last night. Aren't you supposed to be feeling exhausted right now? Isn't your body supposed to be aching?" Ryan cocked his head to a side.

That's the time when I noticed that Ryan is top naked, his muscular chests bulging out in a distinguished manner. I thought I felt my eyes focusing more than before, because I saw a tiny drop of sweat dripping down his six-packs (O La La) before it disappeared out of my sight. I blinked my eyes a few times to make sure I wasn't dreaming it up.

Out of curiosity, I lifted the blankets above me, only to wrap my body with it again, my face turning red from blushing, "No way. We did it, didn't we?"

Ryan looked in a direction away from me, "Well…Ugh… We did have to do that if we finish the process of 'imprinting'."

I sat up straight and slapped him playfully on his shoulders, "RYAN!"

Feeling a little guilty, Ryan bent his head, looking at the bed sheets, "I'm sorry." Without any warning, he pulled me closer into his awaiting arms and both of us were lying on the bed again, "but that doesn't matter. You're mine now, mine."

"What do you mean by 'yours'?" I questioned him as I toyed with his hair, while his head bobbed up and down, kissing and licking from my cheeks down my jaw line.

"Didn't you notice the immediate focus from your eyes? Those are signs of you becoming a werewolf. Other sharpened senses will come soon enough," he did his famous doggy eyes while his fingers caressed my waist, "please don't be mad at me for what I've done."

"I'm not mean at you, its just… wow," I smiled gleefully, much to his amusement. Suddenly, he grabbed my arm and pulled me out of the bed, before dragging me towards the bathroom; both of us still in our birthday suits.

I squeezed my arms around my body, trying to cover most of it, "Hello! Are you crazy? I need a sense of privacy here!" I snapped at him. He flinched to the sudden loud sounds coming from me, but pouted at me and moved on.

Once in the bathroom, Ryan closed the door gently behind us, and guided me towards the bathroom mirror, "Do the focusing thingy with your eyes again, sweetheart."

I focused on the reflection at the bathroom mirror, the very same thing I did to Ryan. I was greeted by a woman with golden brown eyes and a black slit in the middle staring back at me.

I backed away from the mirror, shocked, and the woman did the same. This time her eyes changed back to the normal brown color, "Oh my, Ryan, that was… breath taking."

He wrapped his arms around my waist, purring into my ear, "It is… isn't it?" he went on to nuzzle the hairs behind my head, "In a few more days, your sense of hearing and smelling will be much, much sharper, and I certainly can't wait for your very first transformation."

"That's not the part I'm looking forward to, really," I sighed as my fringe draped my head, leaning my head forward, "What if I lose control?"

He giggled with anticipation as he pulled me back, leaning against his chest, as he nibbled on my earlobe, "I'll guide you, my Mrs. Wolfe. You're also going to be a hybrid, so I wouldn't worry so much for you."

We broke off the embrace, as Ryan turned on the shower, making sure it was of the right temperature, before gesturing to me, "Shall we take a bath together, my lady?"

I walked up towards him, and gave him a peck on his cheeks, "Well, of course." He followed me as we walked inside the shower.