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summer by the sea

lycanthropelahey:

iamthefirechild:

“Alllll mine,” she purred against his skin. She bit, gently, along his hipbone, as punishment for his remark. “I am not nearly as good-looking as you. Down.”

He shivered in delight at the possessive claim, before gasping and clawing at the air as her teeth sank into his hipbone. “Mmm, I think I’m into biting!” He pushed up against her face, before nodding and stilling his hips. “Oh, that’s up for debate, I think.”

“Oh?” she asked archly, pausing her ministrations to look up at him. “Lie /down/.”

everyone has secrets

lycanthropelahey:

iamthefirechild:

“It has to do with what I am,” she murmured. She kept her eyes closed, not wanting the sensory input. It was so hard to put shields up after an overflow attack, but it was just him. Just Isaac. That would be okay, right? Still quiet, voice wobbling slightly, she said, “I’m an empath.”

“What do you mean? What you are? You’re Summer!” Isaac refuted in obvious bewilderment, eyes widening as he sniffed slightly, failing to determine anything out of the ordinary about her — aside from the panic rising like waves from her body, of course. And then, he blinked, opened his mouth and then closed it, before blinking once more. “You’re a what?”

“Empath,” she repeated softly. “I read emotions. Other people’s emotions.”

summer by the sea

lycanthropelahey:

iamthefirechild:

“You want me to want to lick you,” she retorted, and pointed to the door. “March, mister.” He went, and she stalked behind him. “Right down to the car. We are going to the beach.”

“Get out of here already!” Derek shouted behind her, and she turned to catch sight of what appeared to be an actual smile on his face. Amazing. She grinned back, and then had to jerk on the door three times to get it to move. She wouldn’t let Isaac help her, and chivied him down the stairs.

Helios meowed from his carry-case, wedged between the two seatbacks, and she put a finger in to scritch him while Isaac put his bag in the trunk. “Finally ready now?”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing,” he quipped with a crooked smile, his laughter filling the loft as he led her out, oblivious to Derek’s searching look at the small smile on his face at the sight and sound of Isaac’s happiness.

Grabbing at her hand and swinging it to and fro, he laughed aloud and threw his bag in the trunk, before dropping down into a crouch to say hello to Helios. “I didn’t know that cats liked the sea-side?” he offered up with a grin, before saluting once more and clambering into the passenger seat.

“He came out and found you, didn’t he? He doesn’t like to be left alone. He’ll be completely content to just stay in the cabin and help us shower.” Summer buckled up and headed out. “What do you want to eat?”

The Discovery of Hidden Secrets

lycanthropelahey:

iamthefirechild:

“Bitten? Wha—OH. No. No, I’m not bitten. I just fell down. I’m fine, really.” She tried her best to be reassuring, which was a little hard when surrounded by werewolves. She slid her gaze back to the blue eyes, and noticed another pair of blue eyes in the shadows, much darker now.

Only one of them, only Derek, had red eyes. Did that mean he was the leader? But then what did blue eyes mean? Isaac’s eyes were blue when he — what would the word be — when he wasn’t wolfy, but not this kind of blue. 

Summer heaved a sigh and put her head under Isaac’s chin. “I want to go home,” she muttered.

Eyes roaming her body with concern, he nodded slowly and seemed the most satisfied with her answer, although he still wasn’t happy with the coppery scent of blood lingering over her body. Something had hurt her, and both the human part and the wolf part of him didn’t like that.

Tightening his hold around her then, Isaac turned his head to glance at Derek for permission, and once it was granted, he turned on his heel and carried her out of the woods. As they reached the outskirts, his facial features transformed into his human ones again, silent for fear of what she might say to him now that they were alone.

“Um, Isaac?” Summer glanced up. “Oh, you changed back!” Her tone was coloured with surprise and disappointment. “I — my car is over there.” She pointed. “D-do you need a ride home?”

skinnydefenselessheroism:

iamthefirechild:

“And that’s why you’ve made /no/ effort to actually introduce us to each other,” Summer teases Stiles. “It’s as if you thought he wouldn’t like me!” It’s only as the words come out of her mouth that the potential truth of that hits her. Fortunately Dr Deaton comes in just then.

The little examination room is a little over-crowded with four people and an unhappy cat in it. She raises her own brows as both boys leave, eyes comically wide at Stiles’ parting shot, before she turns back to Dr Deaton. ”I can’t imagine why I would need good luck,” she says to him. “Are you secretly an alien from outer space?” It’s the weirdest thing she can come up with that’s not the truth — although come to think of it Stiles never said anything about the vet being special.

That’s how she’s decided to think of them all. Special.

Helios lays his ears back at the vet, apparently not having forgotten his impromptu visit a few weeks before. Summer tucks a strand of hair behind her ear and scratches the cat’s neck, trying to coax him to relax.

“Don’t be ridiculous, Scott likes everybody,” Stiles says, the statement easy camaraderie and a sort of throw-away quality around the edges. And then they’re gone, leaving Summer and Helios alone with Dr. Deaton.

Dr. Deaton, who has a patient smile and a gentle touch even when Helios hisses at him. “I’m a vet,” he says, plainly, but in the same immutable way a mountain refuses to budge when one puts a shoulder into it. That’s all she’s going to get out of him, unless she’s asking about advice on how to deal with Helios.

The vet doesn’t seem to mind a few scratches, if he earns them, while he checks up on Helios’ health. Eventually he even gives Helios a clean bill of health, which comes about the same time that Scott’s voice suddenly explodes into laughter, setting one of the dogs off in the back on a barking fit. Deaton—looks longsuffering, but then he always does.

Summer just huffs a chuckle, smile turning wry, at the outburst of laughter. It’s a very familiar kind of full-throated outburst, and she glances over her shoulder toward the sound. Scooping the thoroughly-violated feeling Helios into her arms, she looks up at Dr Deaton. “Does that mean there’s something you should put a stop to?” she teases.

He just shrugs slightly, with a knowing look, and opens the door for her. She tells him, “Thank you,” then calls, “Stiles? I think I’m done here. Helios wants to go home.”

Cait Sith Magic!Anon: Summer~

theyrecompletelymesmerized:

iamthefirechild:

theyrecompletelymesmerized:

The cat ear twitched involuntarily when she poked it, his nose scrunching up in a very cat-like way. “Yeah well, I don’t do cute,” he told her with a roll of his gleaming eyes. Deep down, he knew that she was pretty much right; the cat thing did suit him, matching up with his usual personality pretty easily, but still… this was a little extreme.

She didn’t hide this smile. “Yes you do,” Summer murmured. She settled into the leather to curl around his body, carefully tucking his tail around his waist so she didn’t sit on it. Eyes dancing, she went on, “You just don’t do cute in public. You only do cute in here, with me.”

The Mesmer’s tail moved to wrap around her waist instead as she sat next to him, snuggling himself closer to her. “I guess that’s fair,” he agreed in a mumbling voice; he’d already proved, long ago, that when they were alone he could do the cutesy affectionate stuff. That didn’t mean the rest of the world was about to know that.

She stroked her fingers through his hair, avoiding the ears. “So,” she said softly, “you’re going to hide out in here until this wears off? Is that the idea?” 

skinnydefenselessheroism:

iamthefirechild:

Summer sighs nostalgically. “I admit it, I’m shallow — my other main objection to WoW is that I don’t like the way it looks. It’s not pretty enough.” She laughs at herself. “But then, my first was City of Heroes, and there was so much about it that’s different than the standard, from the teaming to the complete detachment of appearance from stats.” She scratches Helios’ head and goes on, “Most of the games where accessibility is a problem don’t last long out of beta — though there’s always Final Fantasy XIV, where they actually scrapped most of the game and started over. But, you know, the thing about the builds and theorycrafting applies to Rift, too, and they’re doing pretty good. Even if they did have to put in autobuilds for stupid people.” It’s obvious she doesn’t think much of players who aren’t into at least some theorycrafting.

“Theoretically I get the concept about not being able to appear outside your armour type, but it /still/ annoys me. The only point in the game where it makes that much difference is PvP, and honestly PvPers who are that anal can suck it. I hate that kind of player. So what difference does it make, in a world-setting with magic, if you make your plate look like leather? Or hell, your mage robe look like plate mail?”

Something in Stiles’ attitude prickles, a little, and his shoulders hunch, spine straightening. They’re almost to the clinic already, but that doesn’t stop him from giving Summer a few glances, sharper in a mild way, like cheddar that’s almost to medium. “Hey. No. Sometimes it isn’t about stupid. Sometimes it’s about…time, or dedication, or, I don’t know, not wanting to have to take a stupid Adderall to play a video game, it’s just a game.”

The vague insult in his attitude fades a little, and he goes back to his normal hunched stance, peering at a light as it goes yellow and he starts to slow for it. “I can’t really get that engaged. My stuff looks like my stuff, it’s not—I mean when I am literally running for my actual life in the woods four days a week I guess my priorities shifted.”

Distracted, Summer asks, quietly, “Is it really that bad? I had thought things were getting better … is there any way I can help?” She lifts a hand from around Helios’ middle to put it on Stiles’ knee, a little frown creasing her eyebrows. Helios hunches down into cat-loaf mode, picking up on the mood change. He’s really quite sensitive to that sort of thing, for a cat.

lycanthropelahey:

iamthefirechild:

It’s her turn to jerk a little when he touched her. She stared down at his hand and nodded, slowly. “I don’t know … if I can pretend not to see it … “

“I still want to be your friend, Summer. And as for more? Well…maybe? I don’t know you well enough yet.” He stated with a shrug and a small, encouraging smile. “But I’m still just a kid to you.”

“You’re not!” she protested automatically. “I don’t think of you that way. Does a few years really make /so/ much difference?”

skinnydefenselessheroism:

iamthefirechild:

“Exactly!” She sits forward so hard she’s almost off the edge of the chair, and excitement makes her gesture madly to emphasise her words. “The movies, well the Lord of the Rings movies anyway, only really have one flaw. I will never forgive Peter Jackson for what he did to Faramir but everything else was pretty much perfect. Did you read the Silmarillion yet, or the Unfinished Tales? It’s so cool; Tolkien is my reminder that it’s okay to take my time and figure things out before I put them down in words.”

It takes her a while to remember that he’s worried about damaging her book. “It’s okay, if you mess it up I can buy another one. It’s the story that matters, not the physical container of it.” Besides, a) he did go to all that effort to find her and restore Helios, which says good things, and b) she’s cheating and it’s not hard to tell that while he is twitchy and as excitable as she is, he’s a good person. So she’s not worried about the book. And if he borrows it, and then maybe some others, and they talk about them, those are excuses to see him again.

And she kind of wants that more than she’s willing to admit.

The teenager shrugs, looking down at the book in his hands. He doesn’t seem like he’s going to be rough with it, but then again he also didn’t seem to realize he’s got biceps, so all bets might be off with the young Mr. Stilinski. “I never really got into the extended stuff, unless you count the Hobbit. I don’t, uh—” Stiles gestures briefly to his temple, there, as if to indicate something is wrong with his head. “—don’t have the best attention span.”

He nods as if to accept that Summer’s comfortable with lending him the book, lapsing instead into what appears to be a somewhat awkward silence from Stiles’ perspective. He doesn’t seem to know quite what to say.

“So, um … is your knee feeling better?” Without the book in her hands, Summer doesn’t know what to do with them. She doesn’t want this unexpected encounter to end, but she’s not sure how to prolong it any farther, either.

lycanthropelahey:

iamthefirechild:

Isaac was hugging her. He was hugging her back, and not flinching away, and he wasn’t unhappy about it. Summer sniffed hard, once, and clung tighter. Here was this person who had so many struggles of his own, and he was willing to push aside his fears to help her. She could hear his breathing rise a little, and feel his heartbeat strong under her touch, but he was conquering his fear. She made herself loosen her grip and pull away enough to look into his eyes. “You,” she told him sincerely, “are amazing.”

It was hard brushing aside the rising wave of fear that threatened to overwhelm him, and he knew that she would be able to feel the slight tremors that travelled through him, but Isaac was doing alright. It had been a long time since he’d been touched in kindness, nevermind hugged, and it was taking him a few moments to come to terms with that fact. As she pulled away, he ducked his head and smiled shyly. “Really? How come?”

“You let me do that.” Simple. She shrugged and moved back a little bit more. “You didn’t freak out.”