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{ & iamthefirechild }

“You’re so warm,” she murmured drowsily. She turned her head to kiss his cheek and giggled a little. “You’re worse than the cat. What is it with you and cuddling, anyway? Are you making up for back then?” She clasped her hands over his at her waist, running light fingertips up and down his arm.

“ You’re warm tooooo, ” he whispered as he pulled her closer, nuzzling further into her neck. The kiss make him hum with content; his fingers on her waist making their way under the hem of her shirt, just rubbing them over her skin in an affectionate way. “ I just like affectionnnn. ” Her fingers on his arms made Isaac shiver and laugh lightly, like they tickled in the smallest way.

She loved his laugh, and kept brushing his arms to make him keep laughing. “Mmmmmm.” She kissed his hair, then, and anything else she could reach. “Precious Isaac.”

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lycanthropelahey:

iamthefirechild:

She ducked her head under his gaze, flushing a little. “I, um, I made it. Actually,” she whispered.

“You made…?” He trailed off in an awed disbelief, before leaning to press their lips together. “Oh, what did I do to deserve you? Thank you, Summer!”

She preened under the attention and praise, before pushing at his hands a little. “Well, open it! I want to know if you like it.”

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thearchoncode:

iamthefirechild:

She shrugged. “I’ve seen worse. That was clean compared to high school. Actual betting and all that.” She uncrossed her arms and took a few steps, peering in the direction of the fleeing guy. “I have to admit, I’ve never seen anyone run away quite that fast.” Turning her gaze on Gage, she lifted an eyebrow. “Maybe you could use my name.”

He chuckled at that, slipping the cash in his jacket pocket. It hadn’t exactly been a fair fight given that Gage wasn’t human…

But he had gone easy on the arrogant little fool.

“Yeah sure. What’s your name, Lass?”

“Summer. Yours?” She offered him a smile, but kept her distance all the same. She didn’t like people who assumed she couldn’t take care of herself. Maybe he meant well, but she’d give him space until he made up for it.

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askklausmikaelson:

askklausmikaelson:
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❝What do you want?❞

“I thought it would be polite to present myself.” If he was going to snap, she could snap too. Yes, it was better than San Luis, but any city ruled so firmly by vampires, with such restrictions on magic, could never set well with her.

It was still polite to let the controlling faction know you were around. No telling what they might think, otherwise.

➴

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ihatefreezers:

iamthefirechild:

ihatefreezers:

“Summer, you’re hurt—let me help!”

“How, exactly,” she said through gritted teeth, swearwords bouncing off the inside of her skull like slung stones, “were you planning to help?” Blood dripped out of the gash on the top of her arm, and her body tensed and twitched in tune with the high, sharp hum of pain.

Isaac edged closer to her, gently resting his hand on her wrist. “I can help with the pain,” he whispered, focussing himself. Sure enough, his veins turned black as he took away a bit of her discomfort. Some of the pain she was feeling entered Isaac but he didn’t care. She was pack, he cared about her.

“How?” she started to snap, and then he was touching her, and the pain seeped away. Literally seeped, running into his skin and veins and sliding away into him, and she gaped for a second before snapping her mouth shut.

“Are they gone?” she asked instead. She needed to put pressure on the slice to stop it bleeding, but it was too long to just compress with one hand. They had to get back home before she could do anything about it.

She pushed the hood back again to stare at him, embarrassment tinting her cheeks. Then she flung herself at him in a huge hug, radiating gratitude overwhelmingly.

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ripyourthroatoutwithmyteeth:

iamthefirechild:

ripyourthroatoutwithmyteeth:

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 gave him an enthusiastic series of nods and went back to eating, absently doodling on the pad as she shoveled food into her mouth with the other hand. She wasn’t really thinking about what she was thinking, other than ‘this is the best thing I’ve had in weeks’, and she blinked when her fork met empty plate.

Then she frowned at the doodles on the pad. Which turned out to be a list — of things she didn’t have, and ought to (something unhappy crinkled down her spine at that word). Clothes topped the list, and she squirmed in her seat. A wisp of memory suggested, ‘expensive’. And ‘selfish’.

Abandoning the pad, she carried her plate over to the sink, automatically rinsing it off and glancing around, before she realised she didn’t know what she was looking for. She huffed in frustration. Bits of disconnected memory came and went, usually when she least expected it, and it made her /nuts/.

Derek was smiling as he ate, making small talk with Isaac as Summer doodled or wrote or whatever it was she was scribbling on the pad.

He noticed her frown but didn’t want to interrupt her. When she got up, Derek looked over at the pad and noticed a list, though he didn’t take in the words, just took note that there was a column of them. When he heard her huff, he looked up again and saw her holding a wet plate.

He called out lightly. “Towel to dry it is hanging on the handle of the oven. If you want to let it air dry you can set it in the rack on the other side,” he offered, unsure what happened.

Summer whipped around, blinking at Derek, then glanced back down to the plate. Sauce still clung to it. Dishwasher. That was the word for what she’d been looking for. But if he lived here alone, maybe he didn’t have one. She took the plate back to the sink and washed it more thoroughly, then set it to dry on the rack.

She came back to the table, slumping in her chair, and poked at the pad again, riffling the sheets. With a faintly irritated air, Isaac finally took the pad away from her, lifting an eyebrow as he looked it over.

“I think she wants to go shopping, Derek.”