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summer by the sea

lycanthropelahey:

iamthefirechild:

“I want pasta.” She followed him in, perching at the table and enjoying the sight of him attempting to be domestic. Did he know how to cook? Probably — he’d lived in bachelor households for half his life.

“What type of pasta?” he questioned as he scanned the contents of the fridge. It had been a while since he’d cooked for someone, and at least this time, there was no potential for it escalating into a fight or a trip into the basement.

“Dunno.” She concealed a smile.

summer by the sea

lycanthropelahey:

iamthefirechild:

She twisted her mouth up. “It will be a very bad photo album.” Contemplating his shirt, she tweaked the collar flat. “Does your putting on a shirt mean you want to go out?”

“Now, are you mocking yourself or my abilities, because I’m a little offended at both, if I’m being honest,” he murmured and kissed her wrist as it fixed his collar, eyeing her with a grin. “I suppose we should? We can’t spend forever indoors, as much as the thought pleases me…”

“I did say there was food in the kitchen,” she pointed out again. “And I’m not a good photographic subject.”

summer by the sea

lycanthropelahey:

iamthefirechild:

“Speak for yourself, /I/ am already dressed,” Summer said haughtily. “But it’s not like the kitchen isn’t fully stocked.” She got up off his lap and fetched the camera. “You may take pictures of anything you like.”

He sighed dramatically and moved to grab a shirt, buttoning it up before glancing up at her with a crooked smile. “I might just have a whole photo album dedicated to you then, if that’s alright.”

She twisted her mouth up. “It will be a very bad photo album.” Contemplating his shirt, she tweaked the collar flat. “Does your putting on a shirt mean you want to go out?”

summer by the sea

lycanthropelahey:

iamthefirechild:

“Well, I did think you might want to play with the camera. But whatever. We should eat at some point, I guess.” She scraped her fingernail down her nose, thoughtfully.

“Can I take pictures of you? I promise to take pictures of the beach and everything too.” He brightened up and eyed her curiously, reaching out to slide his hand into hers. “But that means we have to get dressed, doesn’t it?”

“Speak for yourself, /I/ am already dressed,” Summer said haughtily. “But it’s not like the kitchen isn’t fully stocked.” She got up off his lap and fetched the camera. “You may take pictures of anything you like.”

summer by the sea

lycanthropelahey:

iamthefirechild:

She ignored his almost-purr, concentrating on easing out the little tangles and making his curls do something other than stick out in all directions. “There,” she said finally, nodding. “Now what?”

His eyes momentarily rolled back in his head and he shivered, pressing a kiss to the inside of her wrist as she pulled back. “We could stay like this? But I have a feeling you’d want to do something more productive, right?”

“Well, I did think you might want to play with the camera. But whatever. We should eat at some point, I guess.” She scraped her fingernail down her nose, thoughtfully.

summer by the sea

lycanthropelahey:

iamthefirechild:

“Mph!” Despite the indignant squeal, she put her arms around his neck and submitted to being silenced gracefully. Then she tapped his nose with a finger. “Behave,” she instructed firmly, and began to fingercomb his hair.

“That word isn’t in my vocabulary,” he muttered against her lips, eyes fluttering shut as he grinned against her lips, inwardly whooping victoriously. But nevertheless, he obeyed and pulled back, rumbling deeply with contentment as he was petted once more.

She ignored his almost-purr, concentrating on easing out the little tangles and making his curls do something other than stick out in all directions. “There,” she said finally, nodding. “Now what?”

summer by the sea

lycanthropelahey:

iamthefirechild:

She squeaked, jerking her hand away and looking from it to him. “Did you just — you licked me! You LICKED me, you incorrigible — werewolf!” She wiped her hand on his chest, shoving him down into the couch and straddling his lap. “Wicked, naughty, incorrigible — !”

Isaac’s eyes widened quite comically before darting over to the door, wondering if he had time to escape before she unleashed hell on him. But he never, and he simply gazed up at her fondly and wrapped his arms around her waist, before leaning to silence her with a kiss.

“Mph!” Despite the indignant squeal, she put her arms around his neck and submitted to being silenced gracefully. Then she tapped his nose with a finger. “Behave,” she instructed firmly, and began to fingercomb his hair.

summer by the sea

lycanthropelahey:

iamthefirechild:

She put a hand over his mouth. “Shush. Flatterer. Come out here and sit down, good grief.”

“You don’t like it when I say nice things? How rude.” Isaac smirked and then licked her hand, before chuckling under his breath as he followed after her. “I love you, Summer.”

She squeaked, jerking her hand away and looking from it to him. “Did you just — you licked me! You LICKED me, you incorrigible — werewolf!” She wiped her hand on his chest, shoving him down into the couch and straddling his lap. “Wicked, naughty, incorrigible — !”

summer by the sea

lycanthropelahey:

iamthefirechild:

Summer had to put a hand over her mouth to stifle her laughter when she saw his hair. “Did you put your finger in a wall socket or something?” she asked, coming over to try to put the mess into some sort of order. 

“Oh shush, you’re one to talk,” he reprimanded her fondly, buttoning up his shorts as he pushed into her hands. He loved to be petted like this, keeping the moment tender as he simply placed his hands on her hips. “You look even more gorgeous in that dress, you know?”

She put a hand over his mouth. “Shush. Flatterer. Come out here and sit down, good grief.”

summer by the sea

lycanthropelahey:

iamthefirechild:

She couldn’t help laughing at him, chasing the bottle to the edge of the enormous tub and climbing out. Deliberately she threw a towel at him and wrapped herself up primly in another one. She just /knew/ if they watched each other dry off they would get distracted again, so she went back into the master bedroom instead and pulled on a red tiedye dress made of light fabric when she was finished.

Whooping victoriously as his childish actions elicited some laughter in her, Isaac caught the towel and furiously dried his hair, cursing colourfully under his breath as his curls near exploded upon contact. Sighing, he looped the towel over the back of the door and strode to the bedroom, shimmying into some boxers and shorts, before scratching at his stomach.

Summer had to put a hand over her mouth to stifle her laughter when she saw his hair. “Did you put your finger in a wall socket or something?” she asked, coming over to try to put the mess into some sort of order.