Gwen the 1st

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@gwenthe1st | Halemore crack

“Does it really matter where we go? We’re just going to spend the whole time in a hotel room,” Derek asked with a smirk, pressing a kiss to Jackson’s shoulder, shifting a little in the bed to hold his beta that much closer. “You pick, wherever you want, and I’ll get us plane tickets.”

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          Jackson smirked, resisting the temptation to just melt into his Alpha’s arms and keep making out and tangling themselves up right here in this familiar room. It wasn’t an easy thing to resist. He hummed and bared his neck as he flicked through the flight destinations that left today. Finally, one piqued his interest. “What about Berlin?”

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“Oh.” Scott paused, the weight of that statement taking a moment to sink in. “Oh.” Swallowing hard, the teen shifted to look at his friend, color flooding his tan cheeks. “You… you want to kiss me?”

          Ugh, the way Scott blushed was just not fair on so many levels. That “want” to kiss him was suddenly a lot more urgent when his best friend was looking at him like that. He swallowed and flicked his eyes down to the pencil he was fiddling between his fingers. “I mean.” He moved his eyes back up again. He couldn’t not watch the way Scott reacted when it was so crucial. “You know. I’m... curious. To see how well the True Alpha kisses.” He half-smirked to add some levity to the conversation.

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“Or something like that, anyways,” Ric mused, not willing to give in just yet. His hand moved to curl around Damon’s hip, his eyes flicking over Damon’s chiseled features, his gaze finally locking with Damon’s steely blue eyes. “Did you have something specific in mind when you dropped in my lap, or…?”

               “You could say that, yeah,” he mused, his hands casually unfastening Ric’s pants. “You should hire some student or intern or something to grade your papers.” He pulled off Ric’s belt like he did it every day -- which he nearly did.

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@gwenthe2nd | continued from x

               “Can’t help myself.”

“Can’t, or won’t?”

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               Derek grunted. Not an actual answer. But his hands curving around both Scott’s cheeks were answer enough, he thought.

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@gwenthe2nd | Sciles crack

          “Do you ever just.” Stiles interrupted himself before he finished the sentence, tilting his eyes up to the ceiling to consider his wording. “Know someone so long,” he continued, “that you kind of wanna kiss them just to see if they’re a good kisser?” With a flutter in his gut, he turned his face to look at his best friend.

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Scott cocked his head at the question, his brow furrowing for a minute as he debated his answer. “Yeah, I mean… I guess so, sometimes,” he answered honestly, shifting a little to look at Stiles, his interest piqued. “Why? Somebody specific you’re thinking of?”

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          A mixture of excitement and anxiety was tightening in Stiles’ chest as Scott answered, already shifting up on one elbow on the bed and shifting a little closer. He deflated, though, when Scott asked him that dumb question, his eyes rolling before they landed on the werewolf again. “C’mon, man. I meant us.”

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@gwenthe2nd | Dalaric crack

          Damon interrupted whatever Alaric was doing to drape himself on the man’s lap, bourbon bottle in hand. “Pay attention to me.”

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“I guess I don’t really have much of a choice, huh?” Ric asked, a smirk tugging at his lips as he looked at Damon, taking a moment to put a bookmark between the pages of his book before setting it aside. “You have my attention.”

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          Damon smirked, blue eyes flashing with mischief and triumph. “You technically have a choice.” His eyes remained on Ric’s face as the man folded his tome. “But we both know you can’t resist me.”

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@gwenthe2nd | continued from x

               “Can’t help myself.”

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@gwenthe2nd | Sciles crack

          “Do you ever just.” Stiles interrupted himself before he finished the sentence, tilting his eyes up to the ceiling to consider his wording. “Know someone so long,” he continued, “that you kind of wanna kiss them just to see if they’re a good kisser?” With a flutter in his gut, he turned his face to look at his best friend.

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@gwenthe2nd | Dalaric crack

          Damon interrupted whatever Alaric was doing to drape himself on the man’s lap, bourbon bottle in hand. “Pay attention to me.”

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