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Hiatus
Hello hello, as of today I will be going on a little hiatus until after Canadian thanksgiving is over. The reasons are extremely personal but I unfortunately cannot be online as frequent as I would like to be atm. Love you all.
When you literally drown in your school work and it’s only the second week
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The shower was supposed to be refreshing -- in a way, it was -- the rhythmic POUNDING of the hot water on her sore muscles; the way the water streamed along cuts and bruises that healed themselves before her very eyes. Sometimes it still surprised her that she could repair herself like that... and other times? It was just another surreal reminder that she was never truly human, not even in this FORM.
Reaching her hands up, the blonde raked her wet locks back away from her face to stare at the tiles. Even now, past the sound of the water coming down around her naked frame, she could hear Dmitri’s voice in her ears; ringing like he was still in the room. Did you kill me. Did you kill me. No. No. No. She hadn’t killed him. The way he scooped her up. The way he carried her off. The way he brought her here to clean herself up.
Bianca couldn’t help but feel conflicted. Was this wrong? Was it bad to feel this strange about him? So moved by someone she didn’t even know, to be confused of whether or not he cared for her. He wouldn’t have told her all of those things if he didn’t. Was it childish to be wasting her energy thinking about this? Going around and around in circles like a merry-go-round. Reaching an arm out, Bianca shut off the water.
“C-Crap,” she breathed.
Her heart was thumping so loud that past his gentle voice; its beat was the only other thing she could hear. Could he hear it too? Compared to hers, his was so calm, so certain and sure of himself. “No, I haven’t.” The whispered. Bianca was nervous as hell, sure, but that didn’t mean she wanted to turn back. Slowly, with the prod of his fingers, the blonde beauty parted her athletic thighs slightly for his touch.
A girlish, surprised sound left parted lips as he tore the clothes from her shivering frame. In her previous days, Pippah would’ve never given anyone the satisfaction of hearing such a noise. It was a sweet little sound that was solely reserved for her HUSBAND. Eagerly, hips tip forwards off of the edge of the couch to grind her needy body against him. A deep throb ached between her legs; swollen and hormones raging on fire. A slow, sexy smile graces her features -- how could she not grin when Vissy said that? Within seconds he had her feeling desirable again, BEAUTIFUL again.
Leaning forwards, swollen belly and all, Pippah pressed another sweet kiss to his mouth. Even now, even in her most compromising moments, Pippah was GREEDY for him. She liked hearing him pant for her. She liked it even more that he breathed for her. Hands slowly slid downwards to slide the open shirt off of his body to expose her love’s bare chest. Just imagining his warm breath blowing gently over her sensitive flesh made her core twitch with need.
“I’m uhm...” he was being distracting. Incredibly distracting actually, and even worse, he was doing it purposely; to make her sweat. “I’ve actually never... I’ve never had -- I’m a VIRGIN.” Of course, there had to be more graceful ways to come out with that.
As he pulled her to his larger frame like that, there was a part of Bianca that wanted to fight him on it. "You aren’t being fair!” She argued. What was he? Caring about her like this, or at least SEEMING to; scolding her and wrapping her up tenderly when he saw her as a client. There were too many blurred edges for Bianca not to be frustrated. What were they? Friends, acquaintances? What did he want her to do? The truth was, the young werewolf was too exhausted, too overwhelmed to come up with anything eloquent.
“I - I do think before I do things!” Hands balled up against themselves in his grasp as he pulled her in close; staggering barefoot forwards until her chest was pressed to his. “I thin - think so much tha - that I have to do this, bec - because if I don’t I’ll end up e - eating YOU!” She babbled, “Do y - you know how many people I’ve ki - killed?! I’d rather keep hu - hurting myself like this than d - do that!”
Once that little rant was over, Bianca stared down at his broad chest, past the sight of his ribs raising and falling as he breathed to study the sight of her bloodied palms held by his own at her wrists. “I’m sorry.” He was right. She was a mess. “I - It’s all I’ve ev - ever been able to do, on my own.” Before this. Before HIM, she meant.
“What’s wrong, princess?” He lulls, palms moving over her knees and lending their place to her thighs. “You afraid something will see us?”
Her reaction was immediate. His touch prompting Bianca to rub her toned thighs together in a strange, hot discomfort. Her entire body was flushed; awkward and nervous. “No, no - not exactly.” She might as well have had a neon sign above her forehead. VIRGIN.
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“Say I’m considering it -- what’s the CATCH?”
jaws clenching at the smell of another, a growl rumbled in her chest. hackles rising and her body TENSING, readying itself for a fight.
Bianca’s paws hit the ground softly as the young wolf rounded the corner of the thicket. She had picked up the other’s scent a while back, under the cover of the trees. How could she not be curious? She had never met another, another one like HER.
Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no. Like a fumbling school girl -- a child practically, with her fingers stuck in the cookie jar -- Bianca found her mind tripping to catch up with the MORTIFIED blush that forced its way past porcelain skin. Why did she say that? Why did she ever think he would be okay with her saying something as stupid as that? She probably sounded horribly naive. Her line of sight shot down to stare intensely at the dirt, as if she were trying to will herself under the ground to HIDE in the deepest, darkest hole she could find. Bianca was racking her brain so hard; trying to figure out WHY it was that she said that. She wasn’t usually one to open up feelings to someone, even if she felt them. She was always on her own. Alone. What made this different? What made her want to trust him? Protect him? Hold him? Stare at him?--
“Agh,” -- she cursed. It was then that she realized she’d been gripping onto the shackles so hard in ripping them free of her body that the wolfsbane had dug deep burns into the palms of her hands. So much for not letting her thoughts get the best of her.
As best as she could, the shy little blonde swallowed her heart down from leaping back up her throat. “Oh, okay... ye - yeah, right.” And then he wouldn’t see her again. Because that’s what this was, wasn’t it? A job. A task. An experiment. What man could ever love a beast anyways?
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