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What a fucking idiot. She rolls her eyes, her head shaking soon after. “Are you kidding me? I was serving you all night.” He was off his head drunk, of course that was no excuse for what he’d done.
“I swear I’m not kidding you!” And yet there’s little he can do but laugh, something that doesn’t exactly help his case. “I thought your ass belongs to this other girl I came with. I mean, the one girl I came with. About your height and with about your hair.”
@whitleysacrifices “ He was about to really hope he hadn’t done that. Whitley practically whipped around, she’d just gotten off work which was not prime time to mess with her, it really was never prime time to objectify and harras her but, let’s call it especially worse right now. “If you don’t keep your grimey paws to yourself, I will rip them from your wrists.” She deadpans before crossing her arms. “In fact if I ever see you do something like that again, I will do so. Clear?” It was a small town, she was bound to run into him again. “
Those big blue eyes said it all: internally, Peter was shitting bricks. The place was packed and the booze was running smoothly. So was the piece of ass who had invited him to join the party before letting him lose and wondering if he’d ever see her again. He’d clearly had entertained himself with too much vodka as he looked around, because all brunettes had started to look familiar. And the ass he’s just smacked? He could have sworn he had squeezed it a couple of hours prior.
“I know it sounds like total bullshit,” he waved a had, uncharacteristically flustered, “but I swear I thought you were someone else.”
She notices in small glances how careful he tries to be with her and in a way she’d appreciative but mostly she just wants to be treated as normally as possible. Most people remained careful with her, whether it be her name, her Roman sized body guard or the fact that she was pregnant. She knew her limits, she knew what she could handle and with how rough Peter is, she knows he must try extra hard to be this way with her. She hopes it’s because he loves her and not for any other reason.
Letha’s palms run over his shoulder blades, gripping lightly until his thrusts become more ramped and her nails dig into his skin, something she knows he likes otherwise she wouldn’t try it. Her head leans back and she closes her eyes, letting herself hang in the ecstasy of their embrace for awhile, moans falling from her mouth melodically.
She knows him so well, how to touch, where to grip and when to pull. As her nails dig into his skin Peter’s lips pull back, teeth showing in the same way they would if his wolf had been the one doing the courtship.
The sound of wet skin hitting skin fills the room only to be interrupted by her moaning and the sound of the desk moving a couple of inches whenever Peter adds more strenght into his thrusts. His palm explores the territory he is already so familiar with, his fingers recognizing her skin with the same ease they’ve got to know the metallic band of the rings around them. Soon Peter is touching her face, his thumb playing with those rosey lips of hers.
“What’d you think of,” the words come out with pauses between them, as he is already panting heavily. “When you touch yourself?”
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“Peter, what are you eating that I can smell from over here?”
Sucking the tips of his fingers clean, Peter gets off the couch, leaving his lunch behind. He comes to kiss her, his arm surrounding her shoulder while he still minds not to touch her with that greasy hand of his.
“Sausage wrapped with chicken and bacon and that cheese you didn’t like.”
Hertha jumped up when she heard someone come out of the trailer, not thinking that anyone lived there. “Oh! Um…I’m new to town. these dick bags thought it would be a good idea to find out what I’m about. It was find and dandy till I roundhouse kicked one of them in the face when he grabbed my ass. Then they came after me, I bolted, I ended up here. Hertha, nice to meet you. Sorry about the mess.”
“Jesus, woman, take a breath.”
If he was half as smart as he claimed to be, he would have walked out of this, Peter reminded himself as he stepped out of the trailer. But, how fucked up would it be to leave this chick, the one on his old hammock of all places, there in the open after she was assaulted. So he walked between and over the knocked out guys, barely believing a fragile looking girl like her could have knocked all of their lights out. “Nenorocit,” he huffed, almost feeling bad for the poor assholes.
“Peter,” he finally offered as he stood by her side. “And you better bounce. People here tend to hold grudges.” Jerking his head he pointed at the ‘gypsy scumbags’ written in bright red across his old home.
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Being chased wasn’t her favorite thing in the world. Hertha ran through the woods as fast as possible from these terrifying men. She ended up at a turquoise trailer and had enough running. She took a crobar that was laying around and struck them with it. She brought them down with strikes and takedowns until they were unconscious. Hertha lay down on the hammock and closed her eyes. “Oh gods, why does this always happen to me?”
Too many painful memories were linked to Vince’s old trailer, the home Peter and his mother had shared merely a few months ago. But despite of the open wounds, the Rom boy was broke, lost, but most of all in clear need of reaching for his roots and anything linked to them. So he came back to a trashed trailer, the few belongings they had left behind assaulted by rednecks and white trash teens, he had guessed. There was no need to be a fucking Sherlock Holmes to figure where the used condoms and graffiti had come from.
The second he hears the yelling and trashing outside Peter swears it must be racist assholes who have spotted him again and decided to follow him, a welcome full of fists sure waiting for him. But it all suddenly quietens down and, by the time he dares to come out and take a look none of what he has imagineed is waiting for him out there. Including some blonde chick on his hammock.
“The fuck happened here?” He demands as he steps out of the trailer.
@scrounge-of-the-sea ‘What HAVE you done?”
He should have known there was a chance he’d get caught. Changing always drained the young wolf and, even thought he had managed to put some distance between himself and the men who had attacked the wolf, his limp and stiff walk had not allowed him to get too far away from the scattered pieces of corpses.
“... I’ve no fucking idea of what you’re talking about.”
Darkness for me washes away all the bad things
God doesn’t want you to be happy, he wants you to be strong.
@rumancek-gadjo
“One more drink and then you’re next–” grinning up at Peter after having won an arm wrestling match against a guy who was way too wasted and barely put up a fight. If she had to venture a guess, she’d say that her success had either been due to her opponent wanting to get into her pants or he’d just wanted to be a nice guy. A fair amount of both pessimistic experience and hopeful optimism leaves her assuming it had been a bit of both. She sipped from her glass and slid back into their booth, propping her tattooed arm up by the elbow and pinning him with a stare. “Alright, tough guy, show me whatcha got.”
She had fooled him. Sure, her biker boots and leather jacket, the piercing and ink he had only seen a glimpse of, they all had been a cover for the right book, instead of only a fashion statement. Miranda was a tough girl, despite of the soft and petite packaging. A hurricane caught in a small bottle.
“You gotta be shitting me.” Shaking his head, Peter stubbed out his cigarette in the glass ashtray, before pushing it away. After eyeing her little hand and those lean muscles of hers, Peter finally agreed, setting his elbow firmly on the table and wrapping his hand around hers.
How long until you allowed a chick to win?
“Gonna show me what your learned at army camp, tough girl?”
No more worries.
With Emery gone, Os didn’t see the point staying over in Ireland. It lost it’s shimmer in her soul, everything was dull without the man wondering about and talking to her, after all it was rare for her to find someone as old as she way- someone to share those past moments with and talk to… So she left, left for a new place to fulfill that empty little spot he left in her soul. She found herself in a shabby little place, somewhere off in America, someplace that seemed to have an old broken charm to it. It was here where she would find a lone boy, There was a sadness in him that was almost drawing her in as she settled down next to him. A wolf, a boy though all the same and it was this boy that was filled to the brim of painful experiences that made her cross her frown as she leaned in. “ Hello there.” @rumancek-gadjo
Despite of the lack of rest lately, life had taught Peter to keep his guard up and his sleep light. So it shouldn’t be a surprise how his body had jerked, snapping like a whip. Wide blue eyes stared at the blonde woman towering over him. Slim, pale, seeming to glow. Was her one of the angels Letha used to talk about?
“Wha- What?”
There’s still pieces of flesh around scattered around the floor, blood that has dried over the course of the last few hours. Since, against nature’s will he transformed under the wrong moon. There’s slashes around his body that have not completely healed yet. Punishment for his choices.
Propping himself up with his elbows, he stares at the strange woman. “How did you get here?”
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