“Are you okay?”
“I-I don’t know. I think I might need a minute … “
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Stiles hooked his thumbs on the lace cups of her bra, pulling them down in one quick movement. He lowered his head, taking one rosy nipple in his mouth, sucking hard.
Tingles ran down her entire body, and she tossed her head restlessly. Literally everything he did reduced her to helpless begging, pleading with his name and brief moans. She managed to squirm one arm behind her back, to pop the bra clasp and give him more room, but even shifting that much pressed her up against him, and her moans changed to whimpers.
“I’m in love with you.”
Send “I’m in love with you.” to see how my muse reacts.
“Do—Don’t lie to me”
“I’m not lying. I don’t play that kind of game.”
fate is cruel
[ summer rainault ]
She had already sat down, not even looking at the other occupant, and plunged back into her book, when he spoke. Her gaze jerked up, fixing first on the curls, as unruly as ever, and then the planes of his face, and her heart seemed to leap up into her throat.
How had she not sensed him as soon as she walked in, much less before she sat down at his table? Her hand shook, and she put her book down before she dropped it. “I-I’m sorry,” she managed. “I didn’t realise it was you. I’ll, I’ll … “
”You don’t have to leave, you know. I’d like to think
that we’re mature enough to share a table without
one of us having to find a seat somewhere else.”The sight of the fiery haired girl before him made his blood boil with disdain but still his icy blue hues were met with by pair across the table. He wasn’t overly pleased with the situation but as he had stated, surely they weren’t going to act like children about it.
“You didn’t want to see me before … before,” she mumbled. “You didn’t even want to talk to me. I figured that hadn’t changed.” She pushed her tray away a little. Her guts were too churned up now to eat; she’d just choke on it. Linking her hands together, she put them over her eyes. “Maybe I’m not mature enough. I guess that makes you better than me.”
fate is cruel
[ summer rainault ]
thenameislaheySummer wasn’t completely sure how her twin had managed to convince her to come back to Beacon Hills. There were just too many people she wasn’t sure she could face there, and since school hadn’t started there really wasn’t much need — but Winter had insisted. And despite persistent perceptions about the red-headed twin, if Winter put her foot down, Summer acquiesced.
She spent a lot of her time buried in books, though. Even when Winter chased her out of the apartment, Summer just took her book with her, reading as she walked, or ate, or sat. It mostly kept people from talking to her, and her from noticing people. She wasn’t ready to notice people yet.
Annoyingly, today, her favourite little diner was absurdly busy — to the point where all the tables seemed to be occupied by noisy families or couples or businessmen in earnest groups. She glanced around, tray in hand, and spotted a few half-empty tables. Surely it would be okay for her to share a table with someone, just today. She navigated to the nearest one, set down the tray to give her wrist some relief, and mumbled, “Sorry, it’s so busy, can I just share your table?”
It wasn’t uncommon for Isaac to eat out. He didn’t do it all the time but if Stiles was over for dinner, it was not at all a surprise to find Isaac going out. This particular day was no exception and the teen had been lucky enough to snag a booth before the diner became too full.
He sat in silence, eyes following the lines of words in the book he had brought with him for company. That was until a familiar voice interrupted him. His gaze flickered between the very obviously packed diner and the redhead that stood before him and not a moment later, he gave a curt response.
”It’s a free country.”
She had already sat down, not even looking at the other occupant, and plunged back into her book, when he spoke. Her gaze jerked up, fixing first on the curls, as unruly as ever, and then the planes of his face, and her heart seemed to leap up into her throat.
How had she not sensed him as soon as she walked in, much less /before/ she sat down at his table? Her hand shook, and she put her book down before she dropped it. “I-I’m sorry,” she managed. “I didn’t realise it was you. I’ll, I’ll … “
[ text to: alpha mine ] 1 more stoplight
Summer flung herself out of the car and slammed the door. “Stiles,” she called, “Let me in!”
Stiles grinned to himself as he opened the front door, shirtless, boxers slung low on his hips.
She just flung herself at him, arms wide for a huge hug and a hard kiss. “God you’re hot,” she mumbled.
[Text] NO
[Text] he’ll probably arrest you..
[Text] to stop me from having sex..
[ text to: alpha mine ] 1 more stoplight
Summer flung herself out of the car and slammed the door. “Stiles,” she called, “Let me in!”
^open^
[Text] I just bought a new can of chocolate flavored whipped cream..
[Text] if you come over fast I might just eat it off your body..
[Text] or you could off of mine?[ text to: alpha mine ] stiles oh god
[ text to: alpha mine ] just wait for me you tempting bastard[Text] well then come quick summer..
[Text] 😉
[ text to: alpha mine ] why do you live so far away
[ text to: alpha mine ] your dad will get me off if I wreck right
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[Text] I just bought a new can of chocolate flavored whipped cream..
[Text] if you come over fast I might just eat it off your body..
[Text] or you could off of mine?
[ text to: alpha mine ] stiles oh god
[ text to: alpha mine ] just wait for me you tempting bastard
“Don’t you touch him!” Summer runs down the alley, not even stopping to think about what she’s doing. She can taste the pain like iron in her mouth, like a rusty nail, and she flings her hand out to block that motion. There’s no time for fear as she puts herself between the two figures.
Isaac shrunk back, curling into a ball against the wall. He wasn’t entirely sure what was going on himself…. Fear and pain poisoned his body as he tried his best not to cry. After hearing a familiar voice he glanced up “No-he’ll hurt you! D-Don’t” It was no use, she was already stood between the scared wolf and this brute of a man. Isaac felt a tear escape down his cheek as the man grabbed the girl, tossing her to the floor in one, effortless motion.
Shaking with reaction, Summer let the fire fade from her hands, wondering. She hadn’t known she could do that — any of that. A soft sound from behind her made her whirl, and then her eyes glittered with tears. “Oh,” she said quietly, “oh honey. No. No no no. Come here.” She pulled at Isaac, putting her arms around him. “He’s gone. Shhhh. It’s okay now. It’s okay. Are you hurt?”
Isaac leaned closer to her, shaking slightly as she comforted him. “W-who was he?” he asked in a broken voice, looking up at her with lost eyes. “I can’t do this anymore,” he mumbled with tears in his eyes “I’m worthless…I can’t fix this now…I can’t fix it.” He started to panic as his heart rate started to pick up. He took in rapid breaths and looked into a blank space…he seemed to be having a panic attack.
“I don’t know who he was — a hunter, I think. An assassin of some kind.” Summer stroked his hair. “Shhh, shh, it’s okay. Breathe, honey. Listen to me.” She put her fingers under his chin and made him look at her. “Come on. Come on, we need to get you out of here.” Much more gently than she’d done with the hunter, she brushed him with her power, easing down his panic.