you have been blessed by the christmas chan
like and reblog and you will prosper from the blessings of the great jackie
won’t even risk it.
I like this one best because there’s no threat to not reblogging it so even if you don’t there’s no worries but if you do then you’re gonna have an even better time.
My brother lights the Shabbat candles, with some silly gestures involved (because that’s how we roll in my family).
Me: I’m disappointed. That needed Sailor Moon gestures.
Brother: In the name of God, I will light you! *pose*
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.
She clasped her hands between her knees and looked down at them, shrugging. The werewolves’ easy acceptance confused her — they trusted so very easily. After a moment, flicking a glance up at Isaac, she started to write again, telling him all the things she’d told Derek earlier that day: how she couldn’t remember very much before a few weeks ago; how she could sense emotions; how she was alone and hungry and needed help; how someone was after her but she didn’t know why. Derek’s soft noises from the kitchen seemed cosily domestic, and at the end, she wrote, ‘I want to be safe here.’
Isaac read over the whole story — twice — and then passed the pad back to Summer. “Wow. That’s some story.” Derek stepped to the door of the kitchen then and let them know that the food was ready. Isaac stood and gently helped Summer to her feet. “You’ll be safe here. We’ll watch out for you,” he told her and smiled gently before heading toward the kitchen.
She stared after him for a moment, eyes flicking to Derek, pad dangling limply from her hand. That simply? That easily, people took her in? A rush of relief, akin to the one she felt earlier in the day, overtook her, and she blinked hard so as not to cry. Putting the pad down, she couldn’t stop the huge grin from spreading across her face, and didn’t even try. Instead she all but bounded into the kitchen, leaning close to the chicken to sniff in a deep breath. Her mouth watered and her stomach growled again.
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 shaped his name, though no sound came, much as she wanted it to. She had no idea what he’d found, but it shot sparks through her body, and she felt like she might explode.
And then she did.
Everything whited out for a second, and she squeezed her eyes shut, fingers closing and flexing against Derek’s skin. She shuddered in his hands.
Derek felt her whole body tighten under and around him and he didn’t stop working his fingers in her and rubbing over her clit. He gently eased off her clit a moment later though his fingers stayed slow and gentle in her and eventually stopped. He didn’t want to overwhelm her. He waited for her to come back, pressing gentle kisses to her collar.
After what seemed a long, long time, she opened her eyes to Derek’s soft kisses. Intermittent trembles still shook her body, but her mouth curved in a smile, soft at first then widening. Every part of her body felt limp. She wasn’t entirely sure what he’d just done to her, but it had been amazing. Languidly, she ran one hand down his back, and brushed the fading memory of the way she’d just felt to his mind.
( iamthefirechild liked for a holiday thing. )
“ cuddle with me. please?? it’s christmas
& you look really cute in my old hoodie. ”she really did look nice in his clothes.
they were all baggy & adorable on her
seeing as they always seem to fall
loosely off her shoulders in the way
that made him adore her even more.
“I’ll always cuddle with you, babe.” The hoodie comment made her blush a little; it was huge on her, reinforcing the way she always felt with Isaac: safe and protected. She tucked herself into his arms, sleeves flopping over her hands, and rubbed her face against his shoulder. “Happy Christmas,” she whispered.
ICE BREAKER MEMES
( no longer accepting )
” we have, actually. i think you still owe me 10 dollars, isn’t it ? ” he grins. these things never do work, do they ?
“That, I would remember. I definitely don’t owe you money.” She never owes anyone money. “But I could owe you a drink, if you like?”
Everything ached. When she turned her head to look at him, her neck crackled. He seemed blurry, distant, and she blinked at him; the words were just sounds, with no meaning. It took effort to unlock her arms from round her knees, before putting her feet to the floor. After what seemed a long time, the sense of his words penetrated.
She nodded, slowly.
Derek didn’t have to look back at her to know she was hungry. He remembered how she had eaten the night before. He prepared some eggs, his eyes focusing on the food that was being warmed up in a pan. “Hopefully you were able to get some rest.”
She just shrugged. Rest? In a strange place, where she wasn’t sure of her welcome, but was sure she was being kept? She supposed she might have dozed off a few times, but what she remembered was the blankness of a white night. Pushing her hair away from her face, she stood up, wobbling a little. Everything felt numb and distant, like it wasn’t part of her body. She crossed into the kitchen to watch him cook, leaning on the counter.
She cried out his name, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. For every thrust she rose to meet him, equally wrapping her legs around his hips. Dipping her head, she sought his mouth fiercely.
Drunk on the sounds spilling from her parted lips, he leaned down to slam their mouths together in a hungry, passionate kiss, hips easily moving against hers. Losing himself in her gaze, he made love to her on the rug in front of the fireplace, never wanting this moment to end.
Maybe it was the fact that they’d been so long apart. Maybe it was knowing that they couldn’t be parted again. Whatever it was, there was something in the way he made love to her, fierce and tender, somehow both possessive and yielding, that made her burn. Between kisses she named him over and over again, tracing every part of him with her hands.
The redhead managed to smile, slyly, and reached behind to run one hand into Isaac’s curls. “Let me — mmmh — share that with you.” He shifted against the werewolf and passed the feelings and sensations back into him.
Isaac’s legs buckled and he slumped slightly against Summer at the caresses, humming as he mouthed hotly as his neck, pushing his head into his boyfriend’s hands. “O-oh…” He grunted and ground his hips against the other male’s lower back, the friction causing pleasure to spark through him.
Summer made an incoherent sound compounded of pleasure and effort as he took more of Isaac’s weight. He had to plant his free hand against the counter, eyes slipping shut again, to hold them both up. “Fuck, Isaac,” he breathed, and fisted his hand in the werewolf’s hair. The problem, if it could be called that, with opening up a link between them was that the emotions bounced back and forth, heightening and intensifying with each pass.
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“You’ve been lovely. I’ve been Alexander Vlahos.”
