Metamorphosis

Natalya "Natalie" Petrovskii Second Degree Black Belt Martial Arts Blue Belt Kick Boxing Metahuman || Feline Physiology Rebel Army || Senior Guard

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Training || Natalie&Lessa&Nick

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nickthedragon:

lessacallahan:

Gasping for air, Lessa could hardly believe the precision with which Natalie sliced Nick’s arm. When Natalie had called out to her to stop, she slowed to an exhausted walk. She went back to the starting point and squatted down, trying to catch her breath before stretching. As Natalie lifted her chin, Lessa met her eyes, hoping her determination was showing. Once Natalie released her, Lessa began stretching again, relishing the chance to catch her breath and stretch out her cramped muscles. 

Running was something she had done before, but it had never been as hard on her as those 5 laps had been. She didn’t know how she would make it to 10 laps, and if she was honest with herself, she might not have made it through all 10. Hearing Natalie’s comment to Nick, she turned her attention to the other trainer, wondering what they would teach her first, and whether or not she’d be able to handle it.

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The small cut on his arm wouldn’t take that long to heal. So Nick really didn’t pay it any mind besides. By now he knew the dangers of taunting Natalie, and she still didn’t scare him. “If it makes you feel better keep telling yourself that Natty” he shot back. Nick could see that just running laps had already began. To wear Lessa out and that she wouldn’t last a second if she didn’t really rest.

“Well you know what they say. The best defense is a good offense, but give her another ten minutes. She looks like she’s about to roll over and die of exhaustion.” Nick walked over and held out a water bottle for Lessa to take. “You’re doing great” he told her with an encouraging smile.

Originally posted by exist-in-mind

The fact that Nick would heal easily enough was exactly why she didn't hesitate to cut him like she had. Then again, she still might not of, even if he couldn't heal. When he called her Natty again, she let out aother growl towards Nick - one Lessa would be able to hear rather clearly. "I said do not call me this." When Nick suggested they give her time to rest, she folded her arms across her chest and rolled her eyes, taking a drink of water, herself.

"You are not supposed to compliment her when she has done nothing but run in circles. This is not praise worthy." She frowned at Nick, walking over to them both. Of course, Lessa ran five laps with no complaints, all with an extra twenty pounds on her body. "Fine." She looked down at Lessa, who really could use the ten minutes, it seemed. "But we fight to show her what she can get out of training." Alina then did something she rarely did - but Nick riled her up - she took the fifty pound weights off each of her own limbs, smirking as she did so.

"You will watch. Because if you do not die or give up training with me, you will learn to fight and not be weak and pathetic." She put her hair up in a tight, high ponytail, and loosely stretched as she walked over to Nick, waiting for him to make the first move.

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2AM Texts || Lila&Natalie

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"You are dumb all of the time." Natalie spoke suddenly as her figure changed from a bengal household cat to human again. Arms folded across her chest as aside from a silhouetted figure, all that could be seen were her glowing cat eyes. Until, that is, she stepped into the light. Would she startle Lila? Hopefully. She always got a kick out of things like that. Picking a lock was not a difficult feat for her by any means, and that's exactly what she had done. "What is it that you want, Vorobey?"

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Someone sounds a little jealous

You are joking, da? This is funny. You do not know me at all.

If I were jealous, I would be territorial. When something or someone is mine, they are mine. I do not hold a claim over Lila, and have no interest in the little Sparrow.

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What if I told you, Lila and I have been getting along quite well? In more than just speaking aspects, but as in we've established a beneficial friends, relationship. As a part of a deal. This is of course, all theoretically.

I do not own her - I do not even enjoy her presence. If you wish to fuck her or be around her, that is your business, da?

You bore me.

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honesty hour 👀 anon or not I have to answer

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Training || Natalie&Lessa&Nick

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nickthedragon:

lessacallahan:

Her sides heaving, Lessa watched the interaction between the two trainers out of the corner of her eye. When Nick made the fluffy kitten comment, Lessa’s eyes widened and she immediately looked straight ahead again. She hadn’t met Nick yet, but she figured he was either very ballsy, or he and Natalie must have a familiar relationship.

Running was something Lessa was familiar with, but she had never really run as far as Natalie was asking her to run now. The weights strapped to her limbs hadn’t felt like much initially, but they were beginning to drag at her, slowing her down.

By her fifth lap, Lessa developed a stitch in her right side. She struggled not to show it, but wasn’t surprised when Natalie commanded her to focus on her breathing. She concentrated on putting one foot in front of the other, while breathing in through her nose and out through her mouth. She was determined to not falter.

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Nick let out a small grunt when Natalie jabbed him in the ribs. “You sure about that kitten because, last time I checked. You were one pinned to the ground like three times. On Christmas night when I didn’t have my powers” Nick said smirking. Then he reached to tickle her waist for a couple of seconds before dancing away from her. So he could pay some attention to his trainee.

“Try pacing yourself more to, so you don’t tire yourself so quickly” he called out to her. Nick really wasn’t into working out and everything. But he knew enough to know that you weren’t, supposed to go all out in the beginning. “Maybe you should give her a break after the next couple of laps” he suggested to Natalie.

Originally posted by sawyoulovedyoulostyou

"I let you win, Drakon. Maybe it is just that you enjoy pinning me to the ground, da?" A small smirked curled to her lips as she teased the man, though it was also clear she was trying to hide it. As he reached to tickle her side, she used the cheetah in her to grab for one of the Chinese ring daggers she kept near her waist, and sliced his forearm slightly - but not before jolting a little from being ticklish.

She scoffed when Nick told her she should give the other a break from running. "That is enough. Stretch again." Natalie called out to the other woman shortly after she finished her tenth lap. Then she growled at Nick again, eyes glaring daggers. She then walked over to where Lessa was and crouched before her, before taking her chin between her hands to mostly startle her attention towards Natalie. "I would not of made you run ten laps with these weights the first time." There was that ever present frown on her face. "This warm up exercise was to show me you could follow orders with no complaints." She let the girl go and stood up, taking a step back so she could finish stretching. "Had you complained - you would of run all ten." And she meant that, too.

Turning to Nick, she called out to him, slight amusement in her voice. "What do you think? Do we teach her offense or defense first?"

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deidrafaye:

“You’re about the only one who likes to train in the complete dark,” Deidra retorted, not really in the mood to deal with Natalie’s off-putting and thorny attitude nor with the obvious body language that tended to scare off the younger Rebels and recruits away as intended.  The younger woman had been a Rebel for years now, almost as long as Dee, but that didn’t mean the blonde had grown used to the Russian’s prickly personality since.  “And here I thought you might be interested in assisting me with putting together a training regime for the new recruits.”

Her tone was sardonic and exasperated, and matched her expression as Natalie made the usual dig at her methods.  The brunette had never approved of her less-than-heartless, non-militaristic approach to training the guards and even some of the scouts; likewise, Dee had often ranted about the other’s near-bullying tactics.  It had become as much of a routine as any other thing she did within the base.  The blonde had little patience for it today, though.  “Just because I don’t run them into the ground like you do does not mean I baby them.”

"I am about the only one who can see in the dark, net?" Not entirely true, but there weren't many. "The eyes are a muscle, too." Natalie had respect for Dee - and even though she could admit Dee's training method's weren't terrible or wrong, she was bias in preferring her own. But she did have respect for the other woman. Though the request intrigued Natalie, perhaps a little too much. "You have my attention. But you may not like my answers." Natalie wasn't going to turn this down, and they both knew it; just as likely that they both knew her ideas were always a little more on the extreme side. But they worked - if they didn't break recruits first, anyways.

"You think they will not need to be run into the ground in a real fight? Any one recruit who has lasted more than two weeks with me, shows much better improvement than others." She was pulling things from her ass, technically, but she also knew that if you sent a kid to swimming lessons, they'd take a week or two - but if you threw that same kid into the deep end, they'd learn in seconds. Natalie preferred to throw the recruits into the deep end. The problem stemmed from the fact that very few could put up with her that long, or put up with her regime. “They do need you, Dee.” Though Natalie never out right spoke of how she respected Dee, or leaned on her for constant challenges for improvement, as she did Nick, she would make small comments like that; broad comments that could be interpreted in many ways, and likely many of them what she meant.

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Birthday Bashing || Open

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phaedrablake:

Phaedra had sensed the other woman – and the something different about the woman – before she even walked up to the scene that Phaedra had helped to create.  Her snarling quieted as both woman and aura looked up to meet the glowing eyes of the woman, the man pinned beneath her momentarily forgotten as she observed what the cheetah’s essence considered a potential opponent.

When the other woman let out a growl though the feral instincts that battled her own bristled, detecting the slight hint of a challenge.  The thief started to struggle in an attempt to get free and away from the two growling women, and after a moment Phaedra let him, although not before snatching her purse back from his despicable hands.  With her goal accomplished there really was no need to keep the imitated abilities of the swift big cat, but due to the presence of another predator Phaedra was having a hard time reigning in the animalistic urge to posture and return the challenge.

She kept reminding herself of that, but still her aura wouldn’t return to normal, nor she as a result.  “Enjoy the show?” Phaedra retorted, elongated canines flashing as she opened her mouth.  Around her, her aura stretched and flexed while she secured her purse back over her shoulder.

What was it about other feline's that mad Natalie feel so territorial? Their abilities weren't the same in any sense, but there was no mistaking that cheetah that formed around the other - and through her cat like eyes, the aura looked even more spectacular. It was like Nick's dragon eyes; eyes Natalie was always in awe of. This woman and whatever she called that surrounded her, was certainly no different. Only, instinct won out, and she growled lightly again as she allowed her own canine's to reveal themselves.

Natalie never got an aura when she mimicked the abilities of her felines, but then again, they were never quite as accurate as if she were to actually become one of them. "I have not decided yet, Kotenok." The Russian chose to not step out of what had probably been shadows, because she had no doubt in her mind that the other woman could see her. That was until she lept towards her, landing first as a Cheetah, and then after a few more feet, she became a Siberian tiger, growling rather affectively at the other woman.

After what could only be considered something of an annoyed chuff, she took her human form again, though she kept her eyes and teeth in view. She knew to reveal what she could do to someone who could be considered an enemy wasn't smart - but at the same time, she felt she had something to prove. Of course, there was her other form that was a simple household cat, but she didn't think she needed to 'awe' anybody to death; ever.

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Training || Natalie&Lessa&Nick

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nickthedragon:

lessacallahan:

Lessa had gone to bed early and had made sure to arrive 20 minutes early, so she was shocked to be met with a weight being tossed at her. As she was at least used to doing heavy lifting around stables, she only staggered a little due to the shock. As the woman, Natalie, tossed the other weights to her feet, she hurriedly started strapping them on. “Yes ma’….Yes. I understand.” She quickly bit off the ma’am she had been about to say. As she started to stretch, she decided it would be best to stick with what she knew. She went through a few of the stretches she used when she was training a horse for vaulting, all while watching the woman out of the corner of her eye.

She started when the door opened again and glanced at the man entering. Two people training her? What had she gotten herself into? She took a deep breath and went back to finishing her stretching. It will be worth it. It will be worth it. I will be stronger. I will be able to fight. It will be worth it. She had a feeling this was going to have to be her mantra to get her through this.

When she felt warmed up from the stretches, she took a deep breath and started to run her laps around the perimeter of the room, thanking any deity who would listen that she could at least run a decent pace. She just hoped she’d be able to run the whole ten laps without puking.

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Nick was a little surprised when Natalie asked him to supervise Lessa’s training. After all Natalia always had this crazy possessive attitude toward. The metas she trained and he respected that considering Nick really didn’t care for training others. He never had the patience to be a teacher. But nevertheless Nick accepted her proposal for a couple of reasons. He was curious about how tough her training regimen was. After hearing rumors from other Rebels who tried working with Natalie, but in the end backed out. Plus he thought it would be fun to mess with a new Rebel. While helping Lessa become stronger at the same time.

When he finally walked in the two ladies had already started without him. “Don’t worry Lessa she’s not as scary as she portrays herself. Underneath that mask Natty is just one big fluffy cat” Nick replied ruffling Natalie’s hair. Like he always did “plus I thought I was here to assist in training her to. Not just watch besides I’m the better fighter” he whispered the last words in Nat’s ear.

Originally posted by sinistersalvatore

Natalie didn't initiate conversation passed Lessa's comment that said she understood. Instead, she watched the other, almost intensely. She would critique everything and compliment nothing. On top of the physical exhaustion, the lack of approval was what opted other Rebels to stop training under her. But if they wanted to be coddled, Natalie just let them go; she dind't have time to bayb anyone. In recent times, Lila had been the only one to survive her training. Lila had also broken walls down that Natalie thought couldn't be broken. However, Lila betrayed her, it felt. The judgement and words said hurt incredibly deeply. It's how she justified her own actions after all that.

As Lessa started running with the weights, Natalie watched her closely, a stop watch in hand. She wasn't going to show Lessa the results - not until the end of the month, where she could see her improvement. Though, as Nick walked in, Natalie's eyes glowed their cat form, and a rather prominent and threatening growl passed her lips. "Do not call me either of those na- privet!" She swatted his hand from her hair, trying to fix it with the other, all while giving him a scowl. "There is nothing fluffy and harmless about a seven hundred pound animal - or someone who can easily lift that." Her voice was stern, and loud enough so Lessa could hear.

As annoyed as she was with Nick, it was hard to not smile - she didn't understand why. It wasn't romantic feelings at all, it was something else. It was a feeling she wasn't sure she knew, which was why she couldn't place it. The feeling she couldn't place, was a sense of belonging; family. He was like a brother to her, only she had no idea those were the words to describe it. And then a quick elbow very roughly jabbed into his ribs as she smirked. "Let us be clear, da? I am the better fighter, Drakon. And you will assist in training to fight - not in warm ups; someone needs to make sure I do not kill her, net?"

Focusing entirely on Lessa again, she continued to frown, which was probably just her resting expression. "Focus on your breathing more, Kotenok." Lessa had an extra twenty pounds on her body, which Natalie knew couldn't be easy, but it also wasn't impossible.

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Training || Natalie&Lessa&Nick

Natalie had spent the night as a cat in her room, sleeping in a nest of blankets by the heater - okay, she went to bed at eight in the evening, because she knew her instincts kept her up most of the night, so she had been up since two. She had done her own work outs, showered, and was now in the training room, waiting for Lessa to show up. If she did. She had also invited Nick to help train her, because it seemed like a good idea. This girl was a near helpless cause, and if she wanted to survive more than two weeks as a Rebel, she needed to learn from someone who wouldn't take it easy on her.

When the girl finally arrived, Natalie literally tossed a five pound weight at her - well, towards her, and there was barely five feet between them when she did. The weight was very similar to the ones she wore - fifty pound forearm weights on either forearm, and fifty pounds on either leg. She held another forearm weight and two leg ones in her hand - all five pounds. "First rule - you will only take these off to shower and sleep, da?" She tossed the rest to Lessa's feet, expecting her to put them on. "My name is Natalie - welcome to hell. You will put these on, stretch, and then run ten laps. After warm up, we will see where to start." The Russian wasn't kidding when she had said Lessa's body would be on fire, hating her for a couple weeks. But her training regime truly worked if someone could stick with it enough. When Nick finally walked through the door, she didn't acknowledge him with a look, though she spoke. "This is Nick - he will make sure I do not kill you. Probably." It was a joke, though there wasn't much of a light tone in her voice.

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Lessa & Open

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lessacallahan:

Lessa wasn’t even sure how to handle the woman’s comment about cute. She almost felt that the brusque woman was trying to unsettle her. She shook her head. She had to be losing it.

“I try to be honest…I honestly do…” Lessa blushed furiously at her stammering. “Uhm…I would love to learn from you…ma’am.” She stood up as the other woman did, almost like a reflex. “I will definitely do my best.”

She cursed herself inwardly at how she was handing things. How was she ever going to make an impact if she couldn’t even handle a face to face conversation? She forced her hands to stop shaking and held one out to the woman. “Is there a specific room I should meet you in?”

As Lessa called Natalie Ma’am, the woman’s eyes flickered over to their glowing cat like state, and a warning growl left her lips. “Do not ever call me that.” Half her job was fine - an exotic dancer. However, the part where she was actually an escort left a great deal of room for that ‘title’ to be used with her from her clients. She hated it, and the warning growl was just that; because the next time it happened, Natalie would snap by snapping something of Lessa’s.

“Your best is probably not good enough. Be better.” Natalie eyed the hand, before looking back at the other, not offering her own. “You will figure it out, da? You are pathetic, but not a lost cause.” It was as close to a compliment that Natalie was going to give. And with that, she left, actually looking forward to have another to train under her. Although, she was considering asking Nick if he wanted to help break this women into shape.

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Lessa & Open

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lessacallahan:

Lessa’s eyes snapped up to meet the woman glaring at her from across the table. “I…uhm…I…” She started blushing immediately and cursed herself for starting off so poorly. “I’m..I’m Lessa. I’m..hoping I’ll last longer?” She flushed again. “Pathetic..sometimes. Weak? Well, I don’t know how to fight, if that’s what you mean…but I’ve…I’ve got some physical strength.” She reached for her tea and hid her face while taking a drink to try to compose herself. She sat the cup down and took a deep breath. “I joined because I needed a purpose. I was drifting in life…I feel like I’ve always been drifting. I haven’t had personal problems as a Meta, but I don’t think it’s fair for anyone to be treated this way.”

Lessa forced herself to relax and look the other woman in the eyes, her own eyes widening a little as she finally noticed the cat like similarities. “I mean…I hope my answer is..worthy? I’m sorry…I’m not very good with people. Did I miss your name?”

“At least you are honest.” Natalie smirked in amusement at the admittance of the other, regarding their pathetic stature. “Hope does not keep you alive. And I will be the judge of what strength you probably do not have.” Sitting back in the booth, she brought a foot up to rest in front of her, studying the other. “You are cute - in a naive kind of way.” She wasn’t flirting - most likely. She enjoyed putting others out of their comfort zone, and she was good at it. Plus, if the other was blushing so easily now, it’d probably be a fun game for her.

The glowing yellow eyes with the cat like slit down the center dimmed after the intended reaction had been given. And now her eyes were back to ‘normal’ as their blue state. “This will make two of us. I do not like people as a rule.” The Russian didn’t try to hide that she was studying the other woman, not caring that she had been asked a question, as she was sizing her up. “Net - I did not give my name.” It took a moment longer before she made up her mind. “If you want to know my name - and learn to fight? You will meet me at five in the morning in a training room. You will be ready to train. There will be no complaining, or whining. Your body will hurt for days - maybe a week or two. You will absolutely hate me.” Another smirk, almost as if she were proud of being able to push those to that hatred. “But if you want to learn to not die and to defend yourself, there is no one else that can teach you as well or fast.” She stood up, almost dismissing herself from the conversation. “Do not waste my time. You will not be coddled or praised. You will either come, listen to what I say, and force your body to obey - or do not.”

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Lessa & Open

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lessacallahan:

Lessa sat in the Starlight Diner and sipped from her cup of hot tea. She set the mug on the table and leaned back in the booth she was occupying. Glancing around the diner, she thought back to her first briefing for the Rebel Army she had just joined. The leaders were confident that she would do the most good as a scout, which made sense as she hadn’t had much training in any style of combat. She smiled a little at the thought of the training that she had been told she would go through. It would be nice to be able to hold her own against someone who wanted to hurt her. 

She sighed and slid her gaze over the other diners. She had originally intended to go to the lounge of the base to get to know some of her new fellows, but as always, she chickened out at the thought of being the new girl. Lessa had always hated being the center of attention. It always made her blush furiously and stammer. Instead she had set out to explore Pansaw and decided to stop for a drink. She envied these other people and their relaxed attitude. 

Natalie didn’t have very many people who trained directly under her - which was fine. She was a senior guard, and that in itself was satisfying enough. She had come so far in the Rebel army, and it was her heart and soul, though it wasn’t easy to pin point that. Still, she enjoyed approaching new recruits first, to see if she’d first even be willing to put up with their annoyance. And if she was, if they’d be willing to put up with her attitude and strict training.

Being who she was, the Meta easily followed the other with stealth as a domestic cat. She changed back before jumping from a tree and entering the diner, sitting across from the other with a disapproving look to her face. “I heard we got a new puppy. What I did not hear, was that you look like you will not last two weeks in this place.” The Russian leaned forward, arms folded on the table. She smirked as her eyes glowed a cat like yellow.

“Tell me something, Kotenok - are you as weak and pathetic as you are looking right now?” Probably not the best way to go about recruiting someone to train under her, but it was who she was. “Tell me - why did you join? If I like your answer, I might even offer to teach you to not get killed, da?”

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Birthday Bashing || Open

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phaedrablake:

She shouldn’t have agreed to go out tonight.  It was a Friday night, but she still had so much work to do over the weekend before a few minor deadlines Tuesday morning – deadlines that her friends and colleagues were equally aware of, given they shared those very same deadlines.  And it wasn’t like it was her twenty-first birthday…  …It was her twenty-fifth.

But maybe that was why she ended up drunk and singing karaoke with her friends.  When she started feeling a bit sick though she carefully made her way out of the bar – bag in hand because no matter how wasted she was, there was no one she trusted more than her own self – for some fresh air.  She didn’t sense the thug come up behind her until he’d snagged her purse and nearly pulled her arm off trying to make off with it.

“Hey jackass, stop!  That’s mine!”  Before really thinking it through Phaedra’s aura briefly manifested, growing and shaping into a pure energy cheetah; she caught the thief seconds later, pinning him down with nails that had grown into claws and snarling in the terrified man’s face.  When her borrowed senses picked up on another presence her head whipped up and around, borrowed cat-eyes widening and glowing in the dim light.

Natalie was on her way back from the gym - she hadn't been there to work out, though. She had spent the night with a client, and though that was another three grand in her pocket, she always felt wrong afterwards. The twenty-four hour gym was perfect for nights like these where she could take a twenty minute show in water so hot, her skin burned red. The last thing she ahd been expecting was the commotion she had walked herself into.

She made no move to help, even before the other showed that she had Metahuman abilities of her own. Though once she had, she merely watched in curiosity. That turned into amusement as the woman began snarling in the man's face, though the restraint she showed was a little boring.

When glowing eyes turned towards her, she allowed her own bright yellow, cat like eyes to shine, and she growled a tiger's growl right back at the woman. It was almost a challenge; a dare to attack to see what would happen. Though in no way was it outwardly aggressive, and she made no move to attack first.

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fosterthegrayson:

Natalie didn't think it would be this easy to seduce Foster - did she feel guilty about it? No. And any chances of her feeling guilty later down the line went out the window as the blonde moaned and showed eagerness. "I know it does." She smirked, nipping the blonde's lower lip hard before kissing down her neck - she left quite the mark along her pulse point and another on her collarbone. Her lips then expertly wrapped around a nipple as her other hand kneaded Foster's free breast, fingers twirling the nipple with gentle tugs.

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fosterthegrayson:

A moan escaped Foster when Natalie pulled her in for a kiss, nipping at her lip. She brought her arms up and wrapped them around the brunette’s neck, kissing back with equal force. She was surprised when she was lifted up and placed onto the counter, but she wrapped her legs around the other woman, pulling her closer with them.

Hands snaked their way up Foster's sides, under her shirt, expertly unclasping her bra with one hand as the other instantly began to caress a newly freed breast. It quickly wasn't enough as Natalie nipped the blonde's lower lip and pulled back enough to quite literally rip her shirt to get it off, and she tossed her bra aside, behind the counter.

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nickthedragon:

Nick wanted to say something along the lines of an apology. But he knew that how Natalie felt about pity from other people. She didn’t want it, and would lash out if she knew thought. That you felt sorry for her on some levels he felt the same way. ” I do have grandparents who don’t live far from here. I could always visit, but I don’t think they want to see me. He said caught off guard when she rested her head on his shoulder. But he didn’t attempt to shrug her off. “I miss my dragon a little bit, but its easier to control my anger without him. Not saying that Nick didn’t want his powers back soon. Just that he wished he had this type of control all the time.

Originally posted by auretanguy

"Think and know are different, net? You are.. lucky to have your dedushka i babushka live close." If her grandfather lived closer, perhaps she could still see him without her grandmother's knowledge. But it was something she didn't spend time dwelling on. Although, she did send them money anonymously every year - they had always been her safe haven during spring break's, summer's, and holiday's growing up. "This is odd - it is not so easy for me to control mine without my Beast. She gives me.. instinct and self preservation. Two things I do not have on my own." Digging into her thigh satchel, she grabbed one of those tiny sample bottles of alcohol and tossed it harshly into the fire, watching it scream in reaction to the substance. "I bet I could kick your ass, now that you do not have your Dragon." It was actually a tease; it seemed Natalie was finding it harder to keep her walls up around Nick because they had already been burned to ash with him. Still, she was curious on who'd win, now that abilities were taken away.