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argenttrempeIsaac 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.
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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Date: 2013-09-10 08:17 pm (UTC)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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Date: 2013-09-10 09:00 pm (UTC)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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Date: 2013-09-10 09:16 pm (UTC)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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Date: 2013-09-10 09:35 pm (UTC)"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.