Monthly Archives: December 2014
If you are not watching the premiere of the Librarians right now (or whenever it shows on the west coast), you are wrong.
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He sighed and took a sharp turn along the water. “Well I did say that you could, didn’t I? I’ll try not to fight you too much, but it’s hard when I’ve been conditioned that way.”
“I know.” Summer gave a half-smile. “I still can’t see through your eyes, darlin’. I’m sure it’s very beautiful, though, and I like you happy like this.”
Rubbing her hands over her face, she blew out a sigh. “A lone wolf. And you were going to leave — how did you even imagine that you would be safe? Which reminds me — how the /hell/ did they find you here? That should not be possible.”
“I’ve lasted this long on the run, I thought I could manage on my own…obviously I was wrong.” He ran a hand through his tangled curls, letting out a shaky breath. “They always find me… It doesn’t matter how well I cover my tracks, it never works. They’ll be back…”
“There were no tracks,” Summer stated positively. “From here to the lake shore, there were NO tracks. Nothing to follow. It’s impossible to track a teleporter in that length of time. Someone must’ve been out in the woods, watching to make sure you died.” She shuddered convulsively. “You need a pack. How can we get you a pack?”
“Not much, I hope. I kinda like you the way you are.”
“ just let me
[grab]a shirt. ”
“Oh, fine. I was hoping to cuddle, though … “
Ace drew his shower curtains and stepped down on his mat, towel wrapped low around his waist. Just as he moved to tend to his scruff before the mirror, he tripped over something fluffy. Looking down, he saw Helios at his feet, ears flattened, eyes narrowed to slits. “How did you…?”
Helios licked his nose insolently, before bending to lick drops of water off Ace’s feet. He washed one spot assiduously, before hopping in the shower and looking up at the shower head. Then he looked at Ace, tail waving, and back at the shower head.
The way he touched her mouth made her wonder just what ‘slow’ meant to him, because that kind of touch pretty much just turned her on. But if he wanted to take it slow, she’d do slow. With a quiet sigh, she leaned her head against his shoulder.
Ace didn’t quite know what the word ‘slow’ meant to himself. He’s never had to think on it; his partners were the ones that lead the way, and, step by step, he fell into place, careful not to trespass on their comfort levels whatsoever. When she laid her head against his shoulder, he, himself gave a rather content sigh, lolling his head to the side to rest his cheek against the crown of her head.
With autumn’s chill fully settled in, the two had returned to keeping their doors closed — a change neither pet approved of in the least. The two humans, though, still spent more time together than not. Therefore, the knock at her door didn’t surprise Summer.
The roses in Ace’s hands did. She looked up from the flowers to his face. “Ah — what’s the occasion?”
Ace stood for those first few moments before the door, shifting his weight from one leg to the other as he heard her rustling about her flat. When the door swung open to reveal his lovely girlfriend, a small smile graced his features and he slowly held the bouquet out to her.
“A date. That thing that couples go on from time to time,” he explained rather sheepishly.
“Oh, Ace!” She took the flowers from him, tracing a fingertip along the edges of the petals with a smile. “These are beautiful.” She stepped back enough to allow him to come in, and bustled off to find a vase for the roses. Then she came back and offered him a kiss. “Where are we going?”
He was too busy tangling his tongue with Isaac’s to respond to the werewolf’s equally less-than-subtle provocation, and just pulled his hands back to hold Isaac’s hips still.
And then the showerhead spat out cold water, instead of hot, and Summer yelped, jerking away from the spray. “Holy shit!”
He let out a soft whine and pushed his hips into Summer’s hands instead, fingers tangling in the damp hair curling around the nape of his boyfriend’s neck as he deepened the kiss.
But then, he pulled back and doubled over, clutching at his sides as he burst into hysterical laughter, smirking over at him.
Narrowing his eyes, Summer scrabbled at the showerhead, yanking it off the hook and aiming it directly at Isaac. “You ass. Out! Out!”
the Tale of Sir Isaac
For her part, Summer was surprised as well; it was clear that castle servants had been in her rooms, freshening them up from her long self-imposed confinement. Even the fireplace had been cleaned. Advancing slowly into the space, she rested her hand on the back of one of the chairs, bringing her other hand to her mouth. Turning back to Isaac, her eyes shimmered with tears.
“They’re so kind to me here,” she said, voice shaking.
Isaac stilled then, feeling his stomach plummet with disappointment, knowing that the conversation that he’d been so desperate to shove aside and forget was once again making itself known. For as much as she appeared to hate it here, part of Isaac feared that she liked it too, and no matter the outcome, one of them might end up with their heart getting broken.
“You deserve it,” was all he said in response, his expression growing troubled as he moved to pull her chair out for her, his smile not quite reaching his eyes.
Summer put her hand over his, hearing his voice change and seeing his face fall. “What? What is it? Did I do something wrong?”