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headbetaincharge:

Erica just rolled her eyes at the incoming messages, shrugging on a plaid shirt Evan had left before he took off over her tank top and shorts. Slipping on a pair of boots she climbed out her bedroom window, and leisurely made her way over to the car parked outside. Sliding into the passenger seat, and buckled up, and glanced at the man next to her. “So– any particular reason you sought me out at this ungodly hour?”

He looked over at her with a raise of his brow, “Do I need a reason?” He asked as he pulled away from the curb and started to drive away. “I’m hungry and I knew if I offered the possibility of coffee, I may get ya out. You agreeing surprised me more.” He smirked, offering his hand to her, “How’ve you been princess?”

#para #para: Erica #headbetaincharge #V; Wolf in Sheep Clothing

headbetaincharge:

[text] good [text] good #2 [text] yeah yeah whatever [text] not until I’ve had coffee

[ Text ] You’re lucky I have the patience for your sass. [ Text ] Or you’d get no coffee. [ Text ] Mhm.

He pulled up to her house, parking at the curb and texting her--the soft light from his phone illuminating the dark car. He was growing too attached, and he was sure even if he was using her for information, there should be no reason why he should be here right now, putting up with her attitude but also desiring her lips on his own.

#para #sms #para: Erica #Sms: Erica #headbetaincharge #V; Wolf in Sheep Clothing

headbetaincharge:

[text] yes [text] whatever [text] I’ll be on my porch in 5 [text] and if you thought I was going to dress up you must’ve hit your head

[ Text ] Lucky for you I’m down the street. [ Text ] Would never want you to dress up for me. [ Text ] Get out your house. I’m starving and the coffee awaits. [ Text ] Put the sour attitude away!

#sms #Sms: Erica #headbetaincharge #V: Southern Comfort

holdingbackforsnow:

❄️ The urge was impossible to surprise, her eyes seemingly rolled by themselves. Now if it had just been “dirtying her hands” she’d done that multiple times and would have again. But it wasn’t so simple and he wasn’t making it any easier. “Now wouldn’t you think, I’d rather bath in dirt and blood, than ask for your help?” She kept a safe distance from him and her arms still tightly across her chest. “This is something I can’t do by myself…” she admitted and looked directly into his eyes. “You’ll get something out of this too…” her eyes didn’t waver from his. “I can only imagine how much it had to have sucked, for me to not be dead by your hand…”

He wanted to shoot her, just to shoot her, her presence seemed to get under his skin much like his did for her. He heaved a breath as he watched her carefully, “Which is where I fall into the more concerned part of this meetin’.” Brows rose in a pointed statement, “I honestly don’t believe you have any more than maybe two beneath your belt, do tell me about your bloodied hands.” His hand on his gun fell to his side, hard hazel eyes watching her with a cautious gaze, “Only thing I want is your head on a platter, and I highly doubt that’d be delivered for me. So name yo’ terms and your problem.” He held his tongue for a moment as he could hear the humor in her tone, “The harder the kill the more satisfying the game is sweetheart, don’t underestimate my patience.”

#Para: Pascal #para #holdingbackforsnow #V; Wolf in Sheep Clothing

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headbetaincharge:

Erica arched an eyebrow, and shook her head with a giggle, hoping to distract him from her words. “A lady never lies, thank you very much,” she hummed, allowing her eyes to roam his body, appreciating the view. She squeaked as he climbed over her, wrapping her arms around his neck. “Is that a complaint I hear? Cause you didn’t seem to mind my– attire a few hours ago,” the blonde hummed, allowing her fingers to tickle the back of his neck. She sighed into the kiss, pouting as he pulled away. “Duties that are more important than the naked woman in your bed? I’m hurt, darlin’.”

He hummed behind his laughter, “Is that whatcha stickin’ with sweetheart?” He smirked as he climbed over her, his dark hazel eyes roaming her face, illuminated by the sun coming in from the window on the East side of the room. “No complaint, eva. I will take ya bare all day every day, no choice in that.” He licked his lips and sighed, “But I do hold a complain on this sheet coverin’ ya.” He said as he leaned into her, pulling the sheet away from her body, exposing her bare skin, and when he pulled away he shook his head, “What I’d do to be able to stay.” He whispered, pulling back as he leaned down, kissing her chest, down between her breasts before kissing each one and pulling back, “Tempted to be late...” He grumbled looking over her body again before back up at her.

#para #para: Erica #headbetaincharge #V; Wolf in Sheep Clothing

headbetaincharge:

[text] it’s not even 6AM yet, what’d you expect [text] and that’s my problem how? [text] pick me up and buy me coffee, and we might have a deal

[ Text ] Should I tell the pilot he flew me in too early? [ Text ] Never said it was a problem darling. [ Text ] You can stay in your PJ’s, I’ll feed you and get some coffee in you and we can go back to mine. I’m sure the jet lag will catch up with me soon.

#sms #Sms: Erica #headbetaincharge #V: Southern Comfort

holdingbackforsnow:

ღ The blonde would have rolled her eyes at his behavior, one would think he’d at least brush up on her. Like bullets, guns or knives could harm her. Deciding to not roll her eyes, she took a deep breath. “Gotta get this sarcastic comment out of my system. For someone who doesn’t like supernatural creatures, you didn’t pull the trigger on sight” shrugging her shoulder. Hands were shoved into jeans pockets. “Now…. you’re right, i don’t wanna be anywhere near you. But. I need a hunter, you are a hunter, so here we are” ignoring the nickname on the way.❄

He laughed, a soft huff as he looked away from her, eyes rolling as she seemed to be trying to come back with the same response he’d made, “Dontcha think I would have if ya wasn’t so hard to?” He said, keeping his hand behind him, just in case, if she wasn’t going to die with it, she’d at least feel the pain of it. He narrowed his eyes, walking a step closer to her, “Whatcha need a hunter for girl? Can’t imagine you needin’ any help.” He worked his jaw, huffing a laugh once more, “Or you ‘fraid of gettin’ your hands dirty?”

#Para: Pascal #para #holdingbackforsnow #V; Wolf in Sheep Clothing

headbetaincharge:

She was lounging back against the pillows on the king size bed, watching Evan get dressed, with a frown on her face. “Derek is going to kill me,” she mumbled under her breath. But when he seemed to have heard her, she looked up at him, and shook her head. “No. Nothing. I just wish you’d come back to bed,” she shrugged, pulling the covers over herself. “It’s awfully cold in here..”

He raised his brow as he looked over at her, questioning her statement, though he’d heard part of it, he still asked, as if to catch her slip. “Hmm, if I didn’t know any betta, I’d assume you’d be lyin’.” He teased as he climbed back on the bed, on top of the covers as the sheets seemed to hug her form, “I do believe it’s the lack of clothes you have on darlin’.” He said with a smirk, hovering over her, his face close to hers, “I’d love to---” He whispered as he kissed her softly, “Duty calls.” His voice was low and rough as he pulled back looking over her once more.