“A preoder of Batman: Arkham Knight. Triple chocolate brownies with andes mint chunks. A necklace with an amethyst stone.”
Her head came up, attention zeroed in on him. “Are those available right now? Because I just assumed you would have to make them, and I want sweets right now.” She grabbed Stiles’ shoulders. “I need the brownies now Stiles.”
Stiles laughed, swaying with the force of her grabbing him. “Dude, would I tease you about brownies?! I thought you knew me better than that, Summer,” he said, shaking his head as he walked to the microwave, producing a plate covered in the brownies.
“Well, you said Secret Santa, so I wasn’t sure. Christmas is a time of teasing, so, you know.” She picked up a brownie and sniffed deeply, eyes closed and with an expression of bliss. Biting into it, she chewed slowly, making little noises of enjoyment. “If I was going out with you instead of Isaac, I would kiss you so hard right now … ” And then she filled her mouth again.
Derek was a little startled at the sudden hug and rush of emotion, though he caught her and tentatively patted her back soothingly, still a tad bit stunned at the force of her gratitude but glad he could help and make someone feel so thankful.
After a moment of hesitation and glancing over her shoulder at the kitchen to Derek, Summer inched over and tucked herself under Isaac’s arm. Balancing a book and a sheet of paper on her knee, she wrote, ‘tell me about you. are you like him? he is a very big wolf’
Derek was cooking away for them, making a simple Italian chicken breasts for them, side of pasta and salad. Simple and rare that someone didn’t like it. Though if she didn’t like it, he’d make her something else. He just didn’t know what yet.
Isaac read the note and chuckled a bit. “I’m similar to him, though I’m not as large. I may still be growing though. In my wolf form I mean. I’m already taller than everyone in the pack,” he explained as they sat close on the couch.
‘you are very tall. does everyone in pack turn into wolf?’ She looked him over, the way his legs stretched out across the floor while her feet dangled. Derek’s wolf was black like his hair; was Isaac’s wolf dark blond like his? The stuff in the kitchen smelled really good, too.
He had to brace his hands again, against the counter, and rocked himself back against Isaac. “I could be the bottom this time?” he whispered, and fumbled at the towel, pushing it away.
Shamelessly rutting against him now, he scraped his teeth along his neck and shoulder, smiling as their reflections locked in the mirror. “I’d like that — I want to make you see stars this time, Summer,” he hummed and eyed up his now naked body with an appreciative glance as he continued to stroke him off.
Summer jerked, not away but a whole body twitch against Isaac, and made an incoherent, affirmative sort of sound. “I th-think if you don’t stop what you’re doing now I’ll already be seeing stars … ?” he stammered.
If there was awkwardness in the way they moved from the chair to the fur rug before the fire, she didn’t notice, caught up in his mouth. He was holding her breathless, but she didn’t care — she had missed him more than air. Reaching up to brush her fingertips down his face, she smiled softly, skirts awry about her slender legs. “My brave, bold lord,” she murmured.
He curled his hands around her hips, keeping his lips pressed against hers for a moment longer, before a wide grin tugged at his lips as a result of her comment. “I’ll show you how bold I am,” he chuckled breathlessly and began to tug up her skirts, trying to remove as much clothing as he could of hers whilst simultaneously keeping their bodies pressed together. “I missed you so much…”
She didn’t even try to take the dress off, merely pulling up handsful of the skirts around her waist until her legs lay bare to his gaze. Then she reached for the fastenings of his trousers, dragging his shirt up to plane her hands over his skin. “So much,” she echoed.
A huge yawn interrupted her attempt to respond. Rubbing at her forehead and swallowing another yawn, she nodded. “You should go back to bed, then. At least winter break will give me a few days to figure out how this is supposed to work.” Getting up from the stairs, she went back down, digging out a bottle of painkillers and a soda from the cabinets of her tiny kitchen and mumbling, “Gotta find a way to make that couch more comfortable … “
“No, you take the bed. I’m used to sleeping on a sofa, honestly I’ll be fine here,” he insisted, taking a seat on the seat. It wasn’t too bad, far better than the forest floor he’d been sleeping on for the past few days. He tried to stay calm, convince himself he was safe, but he just couldn’t. He knew it was inevitable that he’d be having a nightmare or two tonight… The omega rearranged the bedding to get himself comfy, smiling up at Summer. “Thanks again,” he whispered softly.
She started to object, but the only thing that got out of her mouth was a chopped off sound of negation before he had snuggled his long self down into the cushions. “Isaac,” she said, putting her hands on her hips, “this is not what I meant.”
“A preoder of Batman: Arkham Knight. Triple chocolate brownies with andes mint chunks. A necklace with an amethyst stone.”
“Because you want to give me the kind of things I like. Also now I’m hungry, we need to go get a blondie somewhere.”
“Well, you are my friend, so I’d like to give you something you’ll actually use,” he chuckled at the mention of food. “Only you could decide you want a blondie after being told about triple chocolate brownies with andes mint chunks.”
Her head came up, attention zeroed in on him. “Are those available right now? Because I just assumed you would have to make them, and I want sweets right now.” She grabbed Stiles’ shoulders. “I need the brownies now Stiles.”
I have often wondered if Mr. Conservative/Libertarian turns down raises his company offers to *him.* Because I’ve only ever heard this argument applied to low-wage workers. Apparently, when you increase executive salaries and bonuses, that money comes out of a magical portal somewhere, so prices are unaffected. And no one ever tries to tell middle-class knowledge workers that getting a raise would only leave them worse off in the long run. It’s only ever the working poor. I guess they get paid with a different, more sinister kind of money.
Compensation from profits: CEO and execs – of course, they deserve raises and bonuses. Workers – NO WAY, that will drive up the price of the product/service.
So I just did this math. One (1) $5000 raise, or bonus, for a guy at the top (going from $50k to $55k a year, say), is the approximate equivalent of a $0.25 hourly raise for 9 or 10 folks at the bottom. Assuming those 9/10 work 40 hour weeks, which often they don’t.
I’m sure you can do the multiplication from there.
