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The Bite Is A Gift | Stiles & Logan
stilinskicommastiles:
Yeah, he remembered, and he knew the two alphas were very different. They went about things very differently, and however much Stiles knew biting his tongue was going to frustrate the fuck out of him sometimes, he got it. He would, at least. He looked at her, heard the way her laugh sounded and just nodded. “Okay, Lo.” It was weird. The human side of him — and that was just the way he thought — couldn’t work it out. It wasn’t like there were suddenly different sides, separate sides, but his brain was still working like there were two pieces trying to work their way together. And that human side could not comprehend Logan potentially hurting him, not on purpose. It didn’t even compute. It didn’t make sense, even though he knew things had shifted after she’d become an alpha.
The side of himself that felt in tune with her, with his surroundings, with the sureness that he would not break so easily, understood that challenging her in any way felt wrong. Yeah, there was no way he wasn’t going to fuck this up and come out with his ass getting kicked. Strangely, it wasn’t the fact that it would inevitably happen that bothered him — it was the concern that Logan might feel bad about it after. He wanted to assure her he’d try his best, he would, but she was exhausted. Fuck, he was exhausted. He just nodded and followed after her. “Yeah, I think I’ve had my fill of visitors.” Unexpected or otherwise. He just didn’t trust anyone, aside from Logan. The rest of the world was an empty space with the potential to hurt them. And fuck that. He kept looking around, glancing over emptied cars, a car seat with smudges of dark on the handle, a weirdly pretty awning over a flower shop, a wallet. The wallet looked empty and he couldn’t help but wonder how long it had taken for the thief to get his arm ripped off. When he finally spotted a window, it was halfway out of a display window and two of the steps were bent in. He called out to her before jogging over to retrieve it, watchful and careful. Always. “Looks like the top of that one might be a good bet?” He nodded toward one of the buildings, voiced it as a question, leaving the choice for her to make.
It was a shift in the air, she could taste it over the rot of the infected and spoiled food lost in the storefronts. It was still them, inherently, and it always was going to be them. But they were different, as much as they looked the same. It was still Logan and Stiles, it was different because there was always more flooding just beneath the surface. Her veins were thick with infection and the power of an Alpha, Stiles' wasn't much different, though she hoped the infection had missed tainting him as it had her. He was a wolf and the thought of that was so strange. Logan knew the story of Peter offering him The Bite, that flimsy moment of uncertainty before a resounding refusal. It felt almost dirty now, to have given him what he hadn't wanted before. But it'd been necessary, as much as she hated to think of it that way, it was this or not getting home and Logan finally got the chance to understand what the lesser of two evils idiom finally meant.
Sifting through the street came easier now, because as fresh as Stiles was to his new senses, she knew that he was stronger than before. There was the strength and the keen hearing and the smell. The chance of them being snuck up on now was nearly nonexistent, from infected or more people like the ones that'd thought they could keep them caged alike. And that, if anything, brought her an immense sense of relief. Looking up at the shop she scanned over it a few times before nodding. It'd be better to stick inside instead of the roof, she decided. It'd be better if it started raining again, and there was more cover if those bastards ended up tailing them all the way here. "Top room," She managed as she unsheathed claws and reached up for the brick and heaved herself up to the next window, and the next after reaching down to help Stiles do the same. Slipping in, the room was nearly bare which wasn't so bad. The door was still intact so shutting and locking that was easy. Laying out their things and setting up a bed for the night she finally, finally laid out and dropped her hands over her face. "We'll be able to get home quicker now," She mumbled, not looking at Stiles because she wasn't so sure she'd be able to without a guilty conscience in that moment. "You won't get tired as often and we'll be able to push a little more."
Logan licked over her lips then, crinkling her nose to break out softly. "The full moon...for you, I have a feelin' it's gonna get messy. We're gonna have to find somewhere sturdy to set up to make sure you can't go on a rampage and get the attention of a hoard or some survivors or something."
Just For Tonight
lovesforanhour:
He couldn’t quite help the way his tongue flicked out, licking his lips as they’d suddenly become most dry. He had another way for her to forget all about the world for a little while, and he suddenly wondered if she’d be interested.
His eyes never left hers as she re-filled his glass once more, nor did they leave hers as he lifted it to his lips, downing it in a single gulp. "I tend to find other ways to… relieve my stress,” he mused, lips curling into something a little more devilish then. He was glad he had the forethought to leave his wedding band in the glove compartment of his car, because in that moment, he knew without a doubt that he had to have her. "—Perhaps I could show you if you think you might be interested," he offered. "Tell me, darling: what time do you get out of this shit hole?"
There was something there, heavy and equally languid in the depths of his gaze and she was drowning in them. There was the chance to glance away, to sever the enchanted hold he'd managed to ensnare around her, but in that moment Logan didn't have the will power to look away— and she didn't want to. Being beneath the charming hold of such a beautiful man's gaze was a change in her life she could certainly find herself getting used to. She'd trade a dozen or more stares from all those other men she'd have to deal with over the course of a night just for one of his.
"Oh?" There was a moment she sucked her lip into her mouth, chewed at the edge before she let the wet swell slip back out with a pop. Her fingers coiled against the edge of his glass, touching over the rim and bringing her fingers to her mouth to lap up a bead of bourbon that'd been left in the wake of his lips.
Wringing her hands out on the towel tossed over her shoulder she leaned close and gave him a sweet, tempting smile. "Perhaps? Of course I'd be interested in seein' this stress relief you seem to be talking up so much," Logan wasn't stupid, she could see the temptations lingering in his eyes and his words, and she was giving them all back ten fold. Touch starved wouldn't even begin to describe her in that moment.
"Lucky you," She looked up toward the door as the next bartender swung in and took up his spot behind the bar. "My relief just got here." Reaching over to pluck up her purse and to wash her hands she sidled around the bar and slid up right to his side. "Where are you wantin' to go, Prince Charming?"
xenaretos:
♘;; — "Don’t tell me t’cool it, you cool it!" He argues, huffing. "Fine, whatever y’say Rosie O’Donnell."
Logan rolled her eyes, lips pursed, clearly unimpressed with Loic's sharp tone and defensive attitude. "Let's just go and get this over with so I don't have to smell your hatred for me longer than I have to."
Kelly slips into her she-wolf's lap, arms curl around Logan's neck, and breath, sweet and warm, rolls out from parted lips. "--I love you, so much, you know that, don't you?"
The book that Logan had been skimming haphazardly was quickly, and eagerly forgotten when the weight of her lap shifted. Closing the thin novel she tossed it toward the side table before her hands began preoccupied instead with the gentle swells of her mate's hips. Humming warmly back at her with nothing but affection brimming in the depths of her gaze, "I love you more. You know that, don't you?"
The Bite Is A Gift | Stiles & Logan
stilinskicommastiles:
He could see it, see that it wasn’t something that was settling in easy. It wasn’t like he was surprised. There would have been a bigger shock if she’d just went with it, had had it mean nothing. She’d been protecting him for so long, for so much longer than before all of this had started. Beyond the infection robbing them of their normality in that hotel room so many months ago, she’d been watching over him. Their lives had never been simple. He could barely remember what it felt like before. He could remember instances, things that had happened, could remember little jokes. That feeling, though? The way absolute security had felt? That wasn’t something that clicked anymore. There was just this, and now he knew what that meant, forever.
And yeah. He’d need to find an anchor. Stiles didn’t think it would be difficult; he’d always known what kept him grounded. He just nodded and ran a hand through hair that needed a wash or twelve. “Shelter sounds good,” he muttered, and he sounded tired, but strong. He felt strong. When Logan started to speak again, Stiles stopped in place and listened, face fixed in a thoughtful frown. That was a definitely concern. The urge to defer to her, to follow, was right there, ingrained in him. It was just a part of the whole of him. That said, he was still himself — and he’d wondered about, had wondered if he’d still be him. He was, and yeah, that could cause problems later. There was no way it wouldn’t. “I’m not planning on challenging you,” he said after a moment, then winced and looked away. “I think that’s something we’ll have to deal with when it arises, Lo. I can’t promise I won’t; you know me.” And he new she wouldn’t want to do what she’d need to do, as his Alpha, but she would. “I’ll try not to throw down any challenge flags though.”
"You remember what you told me about Isaac and Derek when he pinned you up in the station?" Logan remembered asking of all the different stories of the pack before she showed up in town. It'd come a few days after their first meeting after she'd nearly left a very large human-shaped dent in the hood of his jeep. Logan knew that Stiles would remember just what she was talking about, vividly at that, and she needed him to. If anything, she needed him to remember that single moment. "I know for a fact that putting you in your place, like that, won't happen. You know me, Stiles. You know what I am and what I'm like. It's not going to be growls and glares of warning for you. It's going to be teeth and fangs and—" She breathed in sharp and raised a hand, trembling, to smooth over the mottled edges of her face. "I don't want to hurt you. You know that I would never hurt you on purpose but this Alpha, this wolf in me. It's not gonna take any shit and it's definitely not gonna take your shit." She laughed, a little dry and shrugged, throwing her head back toward the trees before she was reaching for her pack. "It's whatever though. We'll handle it when we get to it. Let's just go. I'm exhausted."
Logan could smell the men who'd taken them in the town they'd come upon. It was faint, but there. They probably made their way here from time to time to see what stock they could get. By the smell of it they hadn't been there in a while. They could manage a day crouching in one of the run down shops. Unsheathing her claws Logan was relentless with the few infected they did come across, laying them out on the street as she moved with a purpose. "We need up one of these buildings," She chanced a glance toward her brother, "Look out for a ladder. I want to be able to see the entire place from one of these shops. Just in case we get some more unexpected visitors."
Just For Tonight
lovesforanhour:
He wouldn’t put her as someone from Washington either. There was something exotic about her, quite frankly, and it was a quality that had him lingering, perhaps a little longer than he should’ve.
Really, Charles should’ve gotten right back in his God damned car and returned to Suffolk, to the wife that had turned so frigid towards him, because the girl behind the bar would bring nothing but trouble for him, of that, he was sure. Maybe it was those almost pouty lips or perhaps it was the dark hair in comparison to those brilliant blue eyes, but whatever the reason, Charles found that he couldn’t quite take her eyes off of her. "—And what about the town?" He asked. "How have you grown used to that? What kind of thing does a gorgeous girl like you get up to to make it more bearable?”
Oh, he was definitely a charmer. Had the looks and those honeyed words, a practiced casa nova for sure. Not that Logan was going to be one to complain. This place was so damn dry, the men hardly anything to bat a lash at and finally having a handsome face like his at her bar and engaging, she wasn't bound to pass that up. She was gonna milk it for all that she could. Especially when he was so intent on flashing that pretty smile of his at her the way that she was.
Her lips peeled up into a wide grin, leaning against the bar so she could rest her chin in her palms. "This town sucks the life out of me, but I can't complain too much. It gets me the money I need to go to school." She was blushing then, tucking a stand of hair behind her ear as she cast her eyes up to his and locked there. "I like going out to the clubs with my friends. There's a few on this block that are a hell of a lot better than this place. Dancing, drinking— forgetting about the world for a little while, it's good therapy."
Topping his drink off again she rested an elbow along the edge of the counter, "What about you? Surely a big business man like you needs a little stress relieving? You just come to Beacon and get your drink on?"
Spare me your judgement, Spare me your dreams
lovesforanhour:
For all his worries, his fears as to how his new bride might manage to offend the King, she’d gone above and beyond everything he’d hoped. Logan had been a true lady, the Duchess to his Duke, and truly, that was all that he’d asked for.
Though, while he’d expected no less, while it was all but a ruse for him as well, hearing her declare it as such sent a twinge of something through his heart. Agitation, he was content to call it, though perhaps it was something more. Still, Charles would not dwell on it now. "I was most pleased," Charles said then, bowing his head in the slightest to the other, "and as a reward for your obedience, I’ve asked the Majesty for his blessing to send one of his most esteemed doctors to your farm tomorrow. Your father will, as promised, receive the best care that England has to offer." There were other arrangements to be made, of course, but it was a start. "You have my permission and my gratitude for a role well played. Sleep well, Duchess. I shall see you in the morning.”
Logan huffed, a sound quiet as it purled over the swells of her lips. She wasn't exactly gunning for his approval, well no, that was a lie. She needed his approval, she needed to please him because anything less could get her father hurt, her sisters sent off to be slave girls or whores. The well being of her family rested heavily upon her shoulders and though it was a burden she would bare the best that she possibly could.
Knowing that the Duke had followed through with his half of the deal eased her heart, knowing that her father was getting the treatment she'd been promised. She smoothed her calloused palms over the hem of her dress, eager to get out of the gaudy thing so that she might be able to get comfortable and lay out for a well needed night's rest. Giving a little curtsey she spat a look back at the Duke before turning to leave for her quarters, speaking over her shoulder as she moved away.
"The morning, yes. Good night, Your Grace."
breatheinandgetabithigher:
[ sms ; mine ] Incentive for you to come home quicker? [ sms ; mine ] Maybe? [ sms ; mine ] Not as sexy as you, baby.
[ sms ; lil red ] Well your incentive is working. [ sms ; lil red ] I'm already on my way back. [ sms ; lil red ] Have you LOOKED in the mirror before?
xenaretos:
♘;; — He grumbles, hiking his coat up on his shoulders and stroking his beard. “Ain’t shavin’ m’beard.”
"Whatever you say lumberjack Mack, no beard shaving. But you are coming into town with me so you don't look like a total creepy recluse."
xenaretos:
♘;; — "M’not shavin’ m’beard, and m’not leavin’ the cabin."
"Alright, mountain man. No-shave-ember is over. And the hermit life doesn't seem to suit you. At least come into town with me for a little bit."
Just For Tonight
lovesforanhour:
At her question, Charles found himself laughing outright. “Is that how you manage to get customers ‘round here?” He asked, voice teasing and almost playful. “By telling them what a dump the establishment is?” Not that he’d disagree.
Not even close. "I’m doing a bit of work ‘round here. It requires to me to travel;" not that the drive was much of anything at all. Especially with the engine in his baby; he made it from Suffolk, usually, in less than an hour. He finished up his drink and lowered the glass, indicating he’d like another. "And what about you, darling? Everyone else I’ve come across in this God forsaken town has a… pinched look about them. But not you. You’re not from here either, are you?"
"Well, most of them tend to realize what kind of dump they're choosing to drink in. In comparison to all of the nicer clubs around this block, this one is just usually for the old grumpy townies, the kids that think they can get with underage, and the out of towners that don't realize what they're getting themselves into." Logan had tried, god damn she'd tried so hard to get a job outside of this place but there really wasn't much work in those newer places that paid well enough for her to be able to take up a place. They weren't gonna let her bartend or even go near the DJ booth so she'd count her loses and ended up here. Being the head tender though, she got a decent paycheck, despite the shit establishment she had to be employed by.
"And you seem like a nice enough guy I should at least warn you how crappy this place is," Plucking up a fresh glass and the same bottle of find bourbon she poured him another, passing it over the scarred wood of the bar. "Well at least you don't have to stay here all the time, that's gonna be a plus right?"
Moving away for a moment to handle a few customers that'd just walked in at the end of the bar she was gone another ten minutes before she was back, leaning on the counter in front of him.
"Me? Well, I didn't grow up here if that's what you're asking. I moved down from Washington for college and when that didn't really work out I ended up getting stuck here of all places to make some cash and try to worm my way back." Pouring herself a shot, she paused then made a second and passed it over to him before knocking it back, "It's not so bad, you get used to it really. You find ways to not let it get to you. With drinking and music mostly."
The Bite Is A Gift | Stiles & Logan
stilinskicommastiles:
When Logan finally slowed, then stopped, Stiles followed suit. There was a crash and a flurry of dry grass as they dropped their pacls down. For a moment, his arms felt rubbery and tired. And then they just didn’t and it was so easy to hug his sister. He didn’t realize he was shaking until he tried to stop and he closed his eyes, sniffing a little. When he finally let go, it took some effort. He glanced down at his leg and nodded. There was blood on his skin, soaked into the inside of his boot, but the leg itself was fine. There wasn’t even a trace of the wound.
“It’s fine,” he said, and he sounded a little awed. It didn’t matter that he’d known all along exactly what would happen. He’d known about wolves, had been around them for so long, it didn’t even faze him to see Logan heal. It just was a part of who she was, and it was something he was grateful for. But, no matter how much he’d thought about what it would be like, how it might be something he had to do one day, he’d always seen himself as the human. Strictly human. And now he wasn’t, and he was grateful for that too because they were away from that place and closer to getting back to their dad. Stiles leaned into the touch and nodded once. “Yeah, as welcoming as they were, I really don’t want to see them again.” Unless it was to rip them all to shreds. He wouldn’t even feel bad about it, and he didn’t care what that said about him. He couldn’t even blame it on the world they lived in now. “I feel different,” he said after a moment. “Basically, like I’ve never missed a day of eating all my vegetables.” He shrugged. “I don’t know.” He tilted his head slightly and met his sister’s eyes. “I’m glad you did it. I’m not sorry.”
Him not being sorry didn't mean that she wasn't. The guilt was ugly and violent in her heart, festering and make the icy chill of regret pump through and settled heavily in all of her limbs. Her fingers felt laden and her lungs ached because there wasn't any going back now. The Bite had been given and the so called gift had been unwrapped and the most that they could do now was carry it together because it might have just been Stiles that had made that step into the world of the supernatural, it was Logan had done it to him and that wasn't ever going to leave her. A score had been added to her list of scars and making her brother a monster like her was one of the deepest. His body had taken to it, they had that going for them, but there was so much more that was going to be difficult. "We have a few weeks for you to get an anchor, before the first full moon," Even with the moon so far off, she knew that the first few nights a wolf were bound to muck his head up some too.
"We're going to need to find shelter each night now, at least until that first full moon," She wasn't going to risk open space where Stiles and his wolf could go off bounding in any direction and disappear. That wasn't something she was willing to even discuss. Oh god, the discussions weren't going to amount much anymore. "You remember how I was when I first became an Alpha, didn't like being challenged," She rose her brows at him expectantly and pursed her lips, "Yeah well now that you're my Beta that's going to be ten times worse. Don't...Stiles don't challenge me and don't make me put you in your place."
Spare me your judgement, Spare me your dreams
lovesforanhour:
There was surprise settling itself in Charles’ heart then, because already, she’d far exceeded his expectations for her. Most of the women that he’d found himself taking to his bed were noble women; perhaps his entire issue with the farmer’s daughter was not that the King had decided upon their marriage, but that Charles hadn’t any idea how to proceed.
And she was making it far easier than he’d anticipated, bless. "I told you she’d be a good fit for you, didn’t I, your Grace?" Henry greeted his friend, face set in an almost stern look for just a moment before it fell and the pair embraced, clearly pleased to be in one another’s company. "As always, His Majesty delivered, though I had no doubt that you would. I’m most pleased with this union and once again, humbled by your generosity." He bowed to the other, before stepped back, inviting him in. "Come, please. We’re honored to have you."
Dining with His Majesty was no light affair, hardly anything for her to simply bat away an pretend as if it were nothing. Assuring the King that this union was indeed blessed and well appreciated, though it clearly wasn't, was pertinent to keeping her family safe and healthy. A part of her wanted to hope that the Duke wasn't so cruel to do what he'd threatened of her sisters and her father, but she wasn't going to test him to see if his heart was indeed that malicious or not.
The feast was had and talking commenced, Logan being of her best behavior and simply preening and adoring the King with her intricate stories of praise for her husband. She hid the bitter taste of her lies under the taste of her wine. After their meal had finished there was a ride along the manor's territory and finally a parting of ways. Waiting remarkably patiently for Charles to be done bidding his friend a safe journey home she smoothed her hands over her dress, eyeing him as he stepped in and closed the door.
"I do hope that my rouse was believable enough for you, Your Grace," Her features were stark, blank as her words held no malice yet no joy either. Stoic. "If you would be as so kind to grant me permission to go to my chambers now, I'd like to wash and get some sleep."
