Are you the brutal heart that I've been looking for?

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Isaac had followed her home, after.

She knew he didn't have anyone, really, that he'd been staying with Scott most of the time, and that before that, Derek's abandoned train station had been called home, and lived up to the name more than his own home had, in so many ways. That wasn't why she'd offered for him to come with them, just because he had nowhere better, or out of pity.

She liked him. It was different than it had been with Scott. So much of the relationship had been held together by the enforced secrecy of it, how her parents had disapproved of him, and how they'd had to sneak around to keep seeing each other. There'd been more to it than that, genuine affection and caring, and she still loved Scott. She imagined that in some way, she always would, holding a place for him in her heart, but it wasn't something she could go back to.

Isaac was different. He was vulnerable, in spite of the claws and the fangs and the enfolding protection of the pack. The aggression he sometimes put on, that hard shell, was all for show, to keep him safe. She'd seen inside that protective barrier enough to know that that was what was real, the softness of his eyes, and the fear that all too often clouded them.

They'd been sitting on her bed, the last several minutes spent in silence, awkward conversation having all but fallen away. She still felt cold, even after all that had happened after, but it wasn't entirely physical. It was a lingering coldness, that lingering feeling they'd been warned about, a darkness. She wrapped her arms more tightly around her knees, glancing over at Isaac, and then thought better of it. She shifted, scooting a little closer, and leaned against him purposefully, the kind of gesture that said she didn't want to sit a ways away from him any longer, she was bridging the distance. She rested her chin on his shoulder, offering a little smile when he looked at her, and then slipped an arm around him, rubbing over his lower back, and she murmured, "Hey. I'm okay."

She was trying to convince herself as much as she was trying to convince him.

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Isaac liked her. He really liked her and that was as strange to him as it felt like a betrayal in the making. Because he knew that Scott still liked her, that Scott would probably always have feelings for her on some level. And then there was the fact that, well, she was a girl. He hadn't really understood sexual attraction until Derek, until Scott. He remembered when he'd first started highschool, when he'd asked Lydia out. He'd thought he liked her. What he'd really liked was how gregarious she was, how people flocked to her, how she was never alone. He'd come to the realization that he liked boys. He wasn't out about it like Danny was, but it was more because he didn't have a reason to be than any sense of shame.

His attraction to Allison wasn't like Lydia. It was more like it had been with Derek. That desire that burned heat inside of him sometimes, fantasies that surfaced in the shower. The thought of her hands on him that were both soft and strong; a knife at his throat, holding him down. She was pretty, but she wasn't delicate. She kept him safe, and there was something strange and right about following after her, falling into place when she told him to stay close. He had fangs and claws and yet somehow the control had always belonged to her.

It made her both confusing and intoxicating. He shouldn't want her. He should think about Scott. About how much the fact that he wanted to be here would in the end hurt the person that took him in when he had nowhere to go. Melissa was like family, and Scott gave him what he needed without question. He fit into their life, somehow. They needed to talk about it... But, somehow, with Deucalion and the Darach and the sacrifices, there was never the time.

And so he was here, with her, and he couldn't really think of reasons not to be. Primarily, he was still worried about her. She'd been under those icy waters for sixteen hours. He'd been worried about Scott, but more than that, he'd worried about her. He remembered the cold, remembered what it felt like when they'd put him under. And then in the root cellar, collapsing around them, when the eclipse had hit and all of a sudden he couldn't hold it anymore and there was still that snaking fear he couldn't shake.

She was right here, put worry still had his heart racing. He didn't know what to say anymore, but then she shifted in close to him, and his heart raced for a different reason entirely. Her chin on his shoulder and he leaned into her, wrapping an arm around her after she did, as if he needed her to give him permission. He held onto her tight, as if he was afraid she might slip away, might not be real.

"You're sure? I know how that cold gets into your bones. I mean, uh. I wasn't even under for an hour, and it felt like I wouldn't ever be warm again."

He exhaled, breathing in the scent of her hair, nuzzling her cheek against her as his eyes fluttered closed. He needed her. It was traitorous, but it was true, no matter how destructive it might be.

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It felt like I would never be warm again… when he said it, she looked away, focused on their legs, the quilt on the bed, just away from him as she felt it, that darkness.

It wasn't him, wasn't his words that brought it back. It was there, always there now, but being reminded of it made it hard to push aside and ignore.

Getting a handle on it, she squeezes his middle and nods, "I'm sure." She smiles a little, not for him, not to reassure him that she really is going to be okay, but a secret little smile when she notices that he's smelling her hair. It's only obvious to her because she knows how strong scent is for him, how strong it was for Scott. It's not bittersweet, thinking of him here and there, it just is. Isaac is like him in many ways, in the wolfish ways, the feral flash of his eyes and the instincts, but that's where their similarities end.

She turns her face into his and presses her nose against his cheek in turn, almost playful, and the smile broke into a little grin. "If you're so worried, I can think of a few ways you could help me warm up…"

It's flirtatious, and maybe it's dangerous, but not for the reasons you'd think. She wants more than maybe Isaac wants to give, more than the average guy her age is likely into in bed. Scott had taken to it with very little convincing. She'd felt lucky, but could she be lucky twice in a row?

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There's a hint of a smile that curves at his lips as she squeezes against his torso, and it's reassuring in a quiet sort of way. She's here, she's alive, she's with him. He breathes in the scent of her, sweet and spiced, a scent he could find in any room. He still had trouble with tracking, but he'd gotten good with people. People like Allison, Scott, Derek. Knowing where they were, finding them, if only for the ability to reassure himself that they were close. It makes his heartbeat stutter when she turns in toward him, nose brushing against his cheek.

She has a cute nose. It's not the first time he's had a thought like that, but the first time he did was when he realized that he was in trouble. He can feel it, how her smile turns into a grin, and oh, he's in more trouble than he thought. Her words confirm it, and he swallows, his heart racing, and he pulls back a little, enough so he can rest their foreheads together. His blue eyes looking into the dark hues of her eyes, his face flushed as he tries to find the words, his breath coming short and shallow.

It's not that he doesn't want her. And that's what makes this difficult. He does want her, he's just sure that she doesn't want from him what he wants from her. And so he's nervous and awkward, and he's looking into her eyes, his arms shifting so he can curl his hands softly against her shoulders. He can't back away, though. So, he finds himself nodding. Because she's gorgeous, and he isn't sure how to navigate these waters of attraction with his heart pounding in his ears, but she's magnetic.

"Oh, uh, yeah. I mean. Yes. Sure."

Scott was sweet, but there was that undercurrent. That way he's always been an Alpha. Mostly it was when situations were dire, but that wasn't all of it. He could imagine Scott hungry for her, pulling off her shirt, Allison going for her bra. She'd give a little, but she wouldn't submit, she was too strong for that. He bowed his head and nuzzled into her neck, comfort in the scent of her skin.

"Allison.."

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She can tell that he's interested, that it isn't a no, but yes, sure isn't yes. There's something going on, some reservation he has about it. Maybe he's a virgin, or maybe he's uncomfortable doing anything in her house, with her father a few rooms away, but whatever it is, she wants to alleviate his concerns.

"What is it?" she asks quickly when he murmurs her name, and she's expecting he'll tell her, explain the reason for his hesitation. She wants to fix it, whatever it is, tell him that it's alright and she'll go slow, or they'll be quiet, or whatever he needs - she doesn't honestly think that she's going to get to use anything from the box beneath her bed with him, at least not tonight - she just doesn't want to have scared him off with her playful invitation for more.

"Tell me," she pushes softly, not demanding, just a gentle nudge, punctuated with a shift of her head that brings their noses pressing together, and the image of him in her vision warps as his eyes swim together, and she blinks against it, gaze cast down to his mouth. His lips aren't distorted for the closeness, in fact, they're perfectly clear, soft-looking, moist and inviting. But she doesn't kiss him yet, because she wants to know what comes after Allison…

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He can't do anything except tell her. Even when it's just that soft what is it, he was still going to tell her, just trying to order the words in his head, figure out what to say. And then she softly demands it, their noses bumping together and he looks into her eyes. She's gorgeous, even when his vision is swimming with her features.

"I'm just not sure I'm what you want. I never really... I mean. I asked Lydia out my first year of highschool, but I wasn't really interested in her, you know? Everyone liked her and I just wanted that. It was, uh, Derek. He was the first person I ever really.. Yeah, I mean- sexually."

His face is heated, and if not for how close their faces were, he might have tried to look away. He'd never admitted to this, not to anyone. He reaches out, curling fingertips against her jaw, soft, as if he's not quite sure if it's alright.

"Not that there's a lot I've people I've ever really wanted. Derek, Scott... and then you. I do want you, Allison, I just- when I think about it, it's being held down, it's- having someone inside me."

His heart is pounding so hard Isaac almost thinks she can feel it without werewolf senses. He's looking at her with those wide blue eyes, trusting her with this. He's drawn to her like to a fire, but he's not quite sure how they fit together. Not sure she really wants him; soft and arching beneath her.

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Allison listens to what he's saying, or rather, to what he isn't saying at first. He's rambling, and she picks up very quickly that she's right, he's a virgin, but it's so much more than that. She shivers a little at the feel of his hand brushing against her jaw, and she pulls back just enough that she can really see him as he tells her there aren't a lot of people he's really wanted. She's on that list, but so is Derek. So is Scott.

Maybe it's strange. Maybe another girl would be confused or insulted or both, but she's not, because she knows there is a side to this that Isaac doesn't know. A piece he doesn't have that bridges the gap, that makes it not quite so incongruous that she's on the list as well. She's not exactly average, not in any sense of the word. Maybe it was something from all the training, maybe it changed her, made her less willing to play that vulnerable role, more interested in taking control, or maybe that was just a part of her personality all along, who she would have been whether she'd been born into a family of hunters or not.

She listens as he tells her that he wants someone inside him, wants to be held down, and she smiles slowly, remembering the last time she held Isaac down, sat on top of him, a dagger against his throat… she's more than capable of the holding down. He probably thinks that's as far as she can come into what he desires, but it's not.

And it's not just what he desires, it's what she wanted, what she hadn't thought she'd be lucky enough to have with someone else, at least so soon.

She shifts, and she's moving quickly, straddling his lap, but it hardly seems as though she's moved at all, and she's got him tumbling down against the soft mattress, and it's not a dagger, but she is holding him down, her hands against his shoulders as she steals a kiss from his perfect lips and murmurs, "…lucky for you I have something to put inside you…"

She kisses him again, catches his lower lip with her teeth and tugs as she pulls away, and adds softly, "…in a box under my bed… if you want to…"

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Isaac's breath catches in surprise, eyelashes fluttering, blues wide as he lands back on the mattress, with her hands pinning his shoulders. He melts under her as he always does, a shudder to his breath, because this wasn't what he was expecting. He'd have judged himself lucky if she hadn't been utterly offended, hadn't told people. Like, say, Scott or Derek. Talk about conversations he didn't want to have. It wasn't what he'd expected, but it's what he wants. He murmurs, head tilting slightly into the contact when she kisses him. She'd beautiful and intoxicating and perfect.

His body is already warm with interest, and then she whispers those words close against his mouth and he shivers, arches into her hands. He leans into the kiss with a hint of a moan as she catches his bottom lip in her teeth, tugging at it. Not roughly, but enough to make him shiver. When she mentions having a box under her bed, what he'd suspected is suddenly very real and very possible. He nods, looking up at her, his breath coming quick and his face still flushed, though it's less embarrassed and more aroused.

"Yes, uh, I want to. Allison... Please."

He wants her. And god, but the fact that she wants him, and not just wants him, but wants him like this. She wants him spread out, wants to sink something inside of him. There's a brief flutter in his stomach because he's never done this, and despite how much he craves it, wants her, there's the slightest edge of uncertainty.

"I want you," he whispers, leaning in to nuzzle against her cheek, dragging skin on skin before briefly pressing his lips to hers.

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He figures it out, what she means, what she's saying, and he relaxes under her hands. She smiles between kisses as the flush on his cheeks changes from embarrassment to arousal, and she shifts her body. Instead of straddling his hips, one thigh pressing between his, fitting their bodies together a little better, so that when she shifts and grinds against him, they're both getting something out of it, something that hints at how she wants him, legs spread beneath her.

"Yeah…?" she breathes against his neck as she kisses her way along his jaw, back to his mouth. Her fingers are easily undoing the button of his jeans, knuckles brushing against the warm skin of his belly. She's maybe a little nervous about pulling that box out from beneath the bed, knows what he's said, what he wants, but Scott's the only one who's ever seen, and even he was a little surprised at what she had. And she's added more since the last time she's been with him. She doesn't want him thinking it's too much, or too strange, but there's another part of her that very much doesn't care what people think of what she keeps under her bed. But Isaac isn't just people, and she very much wants him to like what she has to offer.

She shifts to sit up, over him, and she flips her hair out of her way as she rests against him, perched on his groin, and her hands rake up beneath his shirt, urging it up his body, exposing his chest to more than just her hands. Her lips part slightly as she drinks in the lean shape of his body. He's not all muscle; he's still soft around the edges, despite the angled lines of his face, and she likes that.

She settles back, resting her weight on him, and peels her shirt up and off her body, tossing it aside. She's wearing a bra, black and simple, and she leaves it on for now. She's staring down at him for a few moments before she moves, standing up off of him, beside the bed. She kicks off her shoes and doesn't look away from him as she undoes her own jeans, button and the zip, and lets them pool at her feet before she ducks down to retrieve the box she keeps hidden under the bed.

She sets the wooden box down beside him and crawls back into bed, kneeling and sitting back on her feet as she flips the lid open. She pulls the folded leather and metal harness out and beneath, there's a row of dildos in an array of shapes and sizes. Some are fairly normal, smooth and rounded, not very realistic. Others are shaped with ridges and veins. A few have balls. Some are odd looking, with a second end, meant to be insider her as well. Some are flesh colored, others purple or black.

Allison is watching Isaac's face for a reaction, and she's fiddling with the buckle on the harness to open it, and murmurs, "Pick one."

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He gasps softly as Allison's body shifts against him, so her leg presses between his thighs, and his slender legs spread to accommodate her. His breath catches as she shifts, grinds against him and the friction runs through Isaac's body, heat that prickles over his skin.

"Y-yeah," he affirms, his voice breathy and shaking a little as her lips kiss over his jaw. He'll have to talk to Scott tomorrow, but tonight, right now, he's drunk on her. He can't think of anything else, can't think of any reason not to do this. Their mouths meet in another kiss that Isaac eagerly leans into as her fingers go to his denims, undoing the button, her knuckles brushing against his stomach and he shivers at the touch. His glued to her, mesmerized and drinking up every touch, every look, everything he can get as if this is a tease and he might never be allowed to taste this again.

After she pushes his shirt up his chest, he grabs it, yanking it off over his head and dropping it to the floor. He murmurs as he watches her, looking up, lips slightly parted and a flutter to his eyelashes as she pulls her shirt off. His hands gently sliding up her legs, touching as she perches over him in just her jeans and a black bra. And god, she's gorgeous. Feminine, but strong, and he liked her curves as much as he liked the lines of Derek's hard muscle.

He watches her when she moves, climbing off of him and stripping down to her underwear before she fetches the box from under the bed. Isaac doesn't think it's too much, too weird. Instead, at that instruction, he's reaching in, touching. He's feeling them against his skin, getting a feel for the different girths, sizes. The one he chooses in the end, is smooth and purple, not the smallest one she owns, but not far from it. It's a bit under average; trying to hide his nervousness, but he is a little nervous. The most he's ever done is his own fingers... Trying to imagine it fitted inside of him is both dizzying and a little nerve-wracking.

He timidly holds it out to her, like he's looking for approval (isn't he always?). "How about this one?"

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Allison watches as he sits up and reaches in. He touches them all, and the look on his face doesn't say that this is too much, or that it's too weird. He's into it, turning them over in his hands, feeling their weight, wrapping his fingers around them, no doubt comparing them to his own cock, maybe to his fingers. She relaxes a little, glad that he likes this, that it's not too strange for him. She wants to do the same for him, wants to make this good, help him relax and enjoy himself.

While he's choosing, she sets down the leather harness and shifts, sitting up on her knees and she eases her underwear down her thighs and stands again, kicking them off and steps into the harness, pulling it up her long legs and tightening the straps against her hips. It looks good on her. It's simple, rich black leather with silver hardware, and it fits snug against her body. He can't see because she doesn't turn, but the straps cup and frame the curve of her ass just so.

She settles back on the bed, kneeling as she adjusts it, positioning the pelvic piece low on her hips, just where she likes it, so when she's fucking him it feels like the cock is her own, like it's a part of her body.

Truth be told, she doesn't expect that he's going to go for the biggest. She wonders if he'd prefer the smallest one, but she isn't going to insult him by asking. Besides, the one he's picked is very manageable, even though he's never done this before.

"That one's perfect," she says, reaching into the box to pull out a little tube of lube, dropping it on the bed, before shutting the box and setting it on the side table.

"How about you put it on me?" she asks, and she reaches down, undoing two of the three snaps that hold the metal ring into the leather, so the dildo can be fed through and secured into the harness.

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Isaac shivers a little, looking at her, the way that the harness fits snug around her hips. Black leather that contrasts against her soft skin, the way that her bra cups her breasts. She's different, but she's beautiful, gorgeous, and she drags him in. She settles on the bed, and he smiles at her a little sheepishly, purple dildo held in his hand, fingers curled around the girth that seems just a little intimidating, even if it's probably not really so much. She says it's perfect, and he exhales a breath he hardly realized he'd been holding as she closes the box and sets it on the table.

At the request he nods emphatically, turning toward her, and carefully sliding the dildo into metal ring so it fit around the base of it. He secured it for her, refastening the snaps that she'd undone. Thin fingers wrapping around it, stroking over the smooth length as if it was her cock, as if she could feel it, and his lips were parted, a little breathless as he looked up into her eyes. His unfastened denims slipping a little on his waist, exposing the band of plaid boxers that looked like he might have borrowed them from Scott given how loose they sat on his hipbones.

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Allison watches, the way he's looking at her, the way he's drinking her in. She can't help but wonder what he's thinking. She knows he's attracted to her because he told her, but she wonders if he wishes she were Scott or Derek. If he wishes she were stronger, more capable of holding him down.

Scott proved to her that if they really wanted, the werewolves could beat her hand to hand. They're faster and they're stronger, but she's got a life's worth of training and instinct, and she's smarter, knows how to use what she's got to the greatest advantage. And this is Isaac, and she's taken him before, in battle and in her bedroom, when he'd been sneaking in.

But this isn't a fight, this is sex, and it's sex he wants and she knows she's more than capable of giving him what he wants. She watches him as he exhales his relief, and she smiles as he fits the dildo into the ring. Refastening the snaps means pressing against her body, and she shivers a little at the brush of his hand. She looks from his hand to his lap, to where his jeans lay open, the waist of his boxers loose like they might belong to Scott. They probably do, because she's seen him in them. She feels as though that reminder of him should make her feel guilty, but it doesn't. She's moving on.

She sees how he's stroking her, as if it was really her cock, as if she could feel it. She can, in a sense, and it helps that he's treating it like it's real, that she doesn't need to explain, to guide him into it. He just knows. She leans forwards, hands caressing up his denim-clad thighs, and nails rake back down as she scoots in closer to him, crowding him so that he has little choice but to lean back, and then she's leaning in, pushing with her presence until he's tumbling back again and she's following. She kisses him, unable to resist the inviting kiss-bruised swell of his lips. Then she's moving, crawling up the length of his torso until she's perched on his chest, sitting up over him and looking down as she takes her cock in her hand and nudges against Isaac's chin. It's playful and she's smiling, murmurs, "Open your mouth…"

Fingertips of her other hand move along his jaw to his mouth, and her thumb traces the shape of his lips, dragging over the lower lip, learning the shape and the texture, memorizing him.

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Isaac wishes that part of what drew him to Allison wasn't the fact that she was faster, stronger, better. That she was powerful, that she could hurt him, if she wanted to. The fact that she didn't want to, that they were here, together like this... that was intoxicating. She caresses her hands up his thighs as he strokes over the dildo, learning the feel, the texture of it, imagining having it inside of him, having her rocking her hips and filling him with it. The thought makes him shiver, hums a soft gasp on his mouth.

She crowds into his space, leaning in until he's leaning back, faintly letting the press of her chest nudge him down. Their lips meet, and he kisses her back, letting their mouths touch and lips mingle. She feels so good against him, soft in all the right ways, but muscle and strength that never allows him to forget what she could do to him if she wanted to. But she doesn't want to. Instead, she wants this, she wants him beneath her and writhing for entirely different reasons.

She moves up his torso, and she sits at the top of his chest, her bare skin on his, and it makes him shiver at the heat of arousal that snakes through him. Then she drags her cock against his chin, and he acquiesces to that request with a faint nod. His mouth slipping open, lips parting expectantly as he looks up at her. He gasps softly as her fingers trace over his lips, full and soft under her touch. He licks softly at the bad of one of her fingertips, a little playful, a little inviting.

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"I love your lips," she murmurs as he opens his mouth, her fingertips lingering for a moment, and then she's guiding the head of her cock to follow where her fingers were, dragging over his damp lips. Her lips part as she watches the look on his face, staring up at her, flushed and aroused, lips parted and inviting her in.

She rolls her hips slowly, and she's guiding the head of her cock against his mouth, and first it presses against his lips like he's kissing it, and a slow, appreciative smile crosses her lips. Her free hand caresses his jaw, gently urging him on as she feeds it to him.

He's got a mouth that's made for this. She meant it when she said it, that she loves his lips, plush and full and inviting. She can appreciate the appeal of lips like his wrapped around a cock, and the way someone looks when they're into it, looking up along her body, into her eyes.

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Isaac gasps softly as she touches the head of her cock to his plush lips. Their eyes meeting, he's watching her and she's watching him as she rolls her hips, pressing the head to his mouth like in a kiss. Her fingers slide over his jaw, urging him softly to take it as she presses into his mouth, and he does. Isaac' wrapping his lips around her cock as it sinks into his mouth with a low moan of arousal at how it feels. He's never done this, but he's wanted to, he's fantasized, he's seen porn and thought it would be so hot to do that.

She loves her lips, and that's both sweet and filthy and it makes his body shiver beneath her. His blue eyes are wide, heated, his pupils dilated as he lifts his head a little, pressing onto it a little as she feeds that length into his mouth. The girth of it stroking against his tongue and he sucks against it with a lewd, wet noise of his mouth, his heart racing in his chest. He wanted this, wants more too, but he wants to feel this, even if he feels a little awkward, a little clumsy.

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She hums softly in satisfaction as he leans up to take more into his mouth. She can see how he has to open a little wider to take it, mostly because of the slightly awkward angle rather than the size of it.

"Just like that," she murmurs, shifting her hips a little, pressing forward enough to feel that pressure against her pubic bone, and between that and watching him, seeing the way he treats it as if it's real, as if it's a part of her, it almost makes it feel as if it is. There's a connection to it, and he's helping strengthen it, make this better for both of them.

"…can you take more?" she asked, raising herself up a little, moving close, and he can take it if he wants, can lean up for it. She rakes her fingers through his hair, loving the curls and how soft it feels between her fingers, but it's almost like she's petting him, telling him that even if he can't, even if this is all he can handle for now, that he's doing so good.