Where Wolf Meets Moth - Juliet Oriel/Neal Locke
A/N: More fic for @jmathesonandsiblings Spooky Season In The Barrens. Neal is @jmathesonandsiblings boy, Juliet is mine.
The girl’s eyes are wide when Neal meets her. She’s quieter now, safe, seemingly happy if shy and Neal smiles slightly when she seems to sniff the air, a weak wrist raised in thanks, the marks of that night are still on her… “What’s your name, little Wolf?” It’s a gentle question and she bites her lip before answering. “Juliet… Juliet Oriel…” “I’m Neal… Neal Locke.” “I… didn’t get to say thank you.” “You just did.” He risks a step closer, watching her eyes even as she backs up a little, backing into a tree, the surrounding woods hide them well, even from the girl’s house and he steps slowly closer when she pulls him towards her, soft lips pressing to his own. He can’t help the soft moan that escapes him even as he moves to push hair from her eyes, cupping her cheek in his hand when he pulls back. “Are you…” “Please…” He smiles just slightly, kissing her again and slowly, so softly, brushing a hand against her hip under her shirt. He won’t push, but when she pulls him closer it’s hard to refuse the feeling of her body against his jeans, her breathing husking just slightly when he shifts his hand, slipping down lower to palm her in his hand, his eyes fixed on hers as he teases into her. “Neal…” His name is a breath, her slim fingers nimble as she moves to release him from his jeans and boxers, her touch light, shy but clearly wanting. They stay like that a while before he shifts her back, gently tugging her skirt up, his lips finding her ear. “Still sure?” “Yes…” Later, much later, he’ll wonder what possessed him to so openly bury himself deep inside her, his pace gentle but firm, her whined moan a promise she wanted more. Later he’ll hope she doesn’t regret it even as he lies with her curled into his arms. The first time is firm, slow and tender, her body arching to his every thrust. The second time is not so sensitive and slow, her body presses to his again and she moans into his mouth as she shudders undone, his grip tightening at her hips even as he pulls her down, daring to spill himself inside her, holding her there as they both come down, his lips brushing her ear. “My wolf… my beautiful Juliet.”


















