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Peter’s eyes closed, and he lifted his head, instantly responding to the girl above him. His arms wrapped snugly around her, warm fingers sliding up and down her back. A smile teased at his lips, pressed to Allison’s, and he nodded. “Two days is more than enough.” He agreed. “We’ll be on our way soon, sweetheart.” The swelling in his heart whenever he looked at Allison was a feeling he had never experienced before, not since he’d been a teenager, and it certainly hadn’t been a feeling he had ever expected to have for an Argent, given his past with them. To be honest, he had never expected Allison to ever look at him the way she did, not with how things had gone down with her aunt. He wasn’t sure what he’d done, how they’d collided, but he would do it again a million times to have this beautiful, strong girl in his arms. Tucking Allison against him, he rolled slightly, drawing her beneath him and pressing her gently to the grass.
Two days; that’s all she needed to tell her few friends that she was going to take some time off before college. Lydia would understand. Her best friend didn’t exactly like the fact that she was with Peter but she understood it. Besides, Allison happened to be the only person who knew that Lydia was taking a few years off before college to track down Jackson. Her redheaded best friend felt that she had unfinished business with the werewolf in London. And who knows, maybe Allison would get to see her in her travels with Peter.
A slightly giggle escaped her lips as Peter reversed their positions, pressing against her lightly as he continued to kiss her. She could get used to the little moments like this with him; moments stolen when the two of them were avoiding the rest of the world. She kissed him harder, hands sliding underneath the back of the wolf’s shirt the roam the expanse of muscle beneath her finger tips as she wrapped her legs around him to pull him closer to her.
A low chuckle escaped Peter’s throat, and his hands shifted, sliding to her hips and smoothing his thumbs over the scant amount of skin that was bared to him. Allison’s exuberance was delightful to him, refreshing, a balm to his soul that she would be so eager to share in something so intimate with him. He wouldn’t dare move any farther without her permission - the last thing he wanted to do was to push her toward something that she might not be ready for with him, not yet. Coaxing her mouth open, his kiss became more ardent, heavier, desperate, and he pressed her to the ground, his hips rotating gently against the warm center of her lithe body unconsciously.














