“But I’m cold,” Summer whined, giving an exaggerated shiver. “You don’t want me to freeze, do you?”
He sighed, conceding with a nod as he turned around to grab the towel, padding naked across the bathroom floor as he wrapped it around his boyfriend’s shoulders.
Summer linked his arms around Isaac’s neck, smiling sweetly. “Will you keep me warm, baby?” he cooed.
wait, what whose bright idea was it to go into unmapped tunnels with TORCHES. Where are the island’s hurricane lanterns? wtf
I asked Hunter if he cares that I don’t have a thigh gap and he asked me what the fuck’s a thigh gap
-Do you care that I’m not stick thin/have hair on my arms?
-You’re perfect the way you are
I’m currently calling myself a potato and he’s not letting me self-deprecating this is not something I was prepared for
I approve let him keep you
“No.” She glanced down into the fire. “I don’t understand how you could even ask that. I am — I /was/ — so unhappy my father promised my hand in marriage to the person who could make me smile again.” A few tears slipped down her cheek. “The servants are kind to me, but they aren’t my friends. They aren’t /you/.” Very quietly, she added, “I was happier in the week I was at Hale Castle with you than I’ve ever been.”
“Your father…he wants me to stay here with you and…I want to go home, Summer, but this is your home, where you were to grow up and I don’t…is it right for me to take you away from that?” he murmured, sounding as if he were in fact talking to himself, before he flinched and reached out to brush away her tears. “I just want to make you happy, Summer.”
“This isn’t my home,” she whispered. “I don’t — any home I have now is with you. Wherever you are. Before you, the only home I’ve ever known is the village I grew up in. Y-you took me away from that.” She turned her face into his hand. “I’m only happy with you.”
Derek was just walking by when Summer’s body pressed into his, going back against the wall with a confused expression. He was surprised by the kiss, though he could smell her attraction to him sometimes, it’s not like there wasn’t some toward her either. He just didn’t expect that. Though it didn’t mean he didn’t enjoy it. He watched her walk a few steps before striding out and catching her wrist gently, pulling her back and spinning her, kissing her again.
She shivered slightly, making the smallest sound of pleasure, and kissed him back, more fiercely. Rocking on top of him, she yearned for more, but wasn’t sure what more /was/. After a moment, she slid off sideways into his hand, groping down his body.
Derek kissed her slowly and grinned against her lips as she rocked. When she slid to the side, he followed, pressing her gently into the bed as he positioned his knees between her thighs, spreading them apart slowly as he shuffled, kissing down her chest.
Completely surprised, she managed to make a pleased, interrogatory sound. One hand flew to her throat, before her skin shivered under his mouth, and she planted her hands against the bed to arch her back into his touch.
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.
Breathing sharply, she clutched the pen more tightly and wrote Derek’s name, and Isaac’s, close together. Putting a circle around them, she put her name as far away on the page as she could. With their names she put ‘pack’, and added ‘not pack’ to hers. Then she shoved it at him and bolted for the stairs.
Derek had the paper shoved at him and then her little body was running up the stairs, hair whipping behind her. He looked down at it and then at Isaac. Isaac took the paper gently and looked at it, frowning softly. He knew what it was like to feel on the outside like that. “Maybe I should try talking to her,” he asked Derek in a soft voice, eyes slowly turning to look up the stairs.
Why she’d run upstairs instead of out the door, she wasn’t sure. Going into the little room with the books, she found a corner behind the couch and burrowed into it.
“never use this word because it’s common, instead use all of these things that i’ll call synonyms even though they carry different connotations and will change the meaning of your dialogue if you use them” — very bad and unfortunately very common writing advice
“Do you want this sandwich?” she elaborated, acquiring the sandwich from her rucksack with a set of fingers.
His visage was set aflame with a smile. “Sure,” he postulated.
Eyes still narrow, huffing to himself, the redhead turned the water off. He wrapped the curtain around himself, partly for effect himself, and mock-glared at Isaac. “You,” he said haughtily, “are the most incorrigible werewolf I’ve ever met. Give me a towel.”
Isaac snorted with laughter and cast the other male’s now partially covered body an appreciative glance, reaching out to give a playful tug to the corner of the curtain. ”Maybe I don’t want to give you a towel — maybe I want you to stay just like this.”
“But I’m cold,” Summer whined, giving an exaggerated shiver. “You don’t want me to freeze, do you?”
Wolfsbane 2 | Daniel Sharman during his solo panel
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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.
With every pointed question she pulled herself in a little tighter, the smiling mask falling away. She didn’t know how to explain the sense of their closeness, and how it twisted her up inside. She’d no right to be jealous. She reached for the pen, but kept shaking her head.
Derek rested a hand gently on her shoulder and leveled her with a concerned look this time, not understanding what was happening.
Breathing sharply, she clutched the pen more tightly and wrote Derek’s name, and Isaac’s, close together. Putting a circle around them, she put her name as far away on the page as she could. With their names she put ‘pack’, and added ‘not pack’ to hers. Then she shoved it at him and bolted for the stairs.