would you rather be a werewolf or vampire, and why?
“I would want to be a werewolf if I was given the option. I’d want for Scott to bite me so I could be an official member of his pack. So he could be stronger along with everyone else. Plus even though I respect vampires and I do not judge what they have to do to survive (when they do it accordingly with blood banks and willing donors) I couldn’t drink someone elses blood. So I would much rather be a werewolf so I could stand by Scott’s side and feel equal to him and maybe I could start saving him for once.”
Do you ever wonder if some of the pack will abandon Scott and you after everything?
“Of course I do, the thought terrifies me. It’s the last thing I want for Scott to go through. I know how it feels to lose your family and Scott’s pack is just that. They’re his family and I will be damned if he loses anyone because of this senseless drama. Ever since Scott and I became friends, this is before us ever even being a couple. I encouraged him to go above and beyond as an Alpha and for a while there he did..I can’t help but feel guilty because I know some of the things going on are my fault. But I swear on my life that I will fix things because I refuse to see the man I love suffer over petty drama. I will fix this, I will do right by him.”
A low drawn out breath parted the lips of the sleeping brunette. Slowly her body woke from a deep slumber, her mind being alerted of the immediate pressure on her bladder. It had taken the young brunette a long time to finally doze off into the world of dreams and beauty. So when her eyes fluttered open to be greeted with the dark ceiling above her head, she was more annoyed than rested. Laying on her back the large, round, and prominent bump which was hidden beneath the sheet was still noticeable. With her limbs feeling as if they were still asleep, she lifted her heavy arms. Placing the heel of her palms to her eyes she slowly applied pressure as she rubbed the sleep from her hazel orbs. Air trickled slowly from her lungs as her body was desperate to drift back to that peaceful slumber. But the little boy nestled beneath her skin had other plans as the amount of immense pressure was building. Resting her hands at her sides briefly her head turned, only to glance at the clock on her nightstand. 1:29 am. It wasn’t even three hours since she had managed to fall into a comatose state. Now though she was awake with her body demanding one thing, the urge increasing with each passing second. With a succumbed sigh the brunette pulled the sheet off her body. The moonlight which trickled in through the bedroom windows was enough to show her exposed legs. The nightgown which she was wearing barely covered the top of her thighs as her large pregnant belly caused all fabric to be strained around her mid-torso. Exhaling as she moved to sit on the edge of the bed, she looked over her shoulder. The brunette was greeted with two rings circling around Scott’s arm as he lay on his side, fast asleep. A part of her envied him in that moment. That he was able to stay asleep and not be awoken by kicks or cravings. Or the rare occurrence of needing to use the restroom in the middle of the night like she had to. Pushing herself off of the bed she began to pad barefoot into the bathroom conjoined with their bedroom. Shutting the door behind her Taylor’s fingers caressed the wall until bumping into the light switch. With a gentle nudge of her index finger she was greeted with bright lights. Her eyes squinted shut as the pressure on her bladder had increased to the point it was painful. In a rush now Taylor moved the short distance and relished in the sweet relief. After she was finished, the brunette was washing her hands. Eyes solely focused on her fingers covered in the soap she felt a dull ache in the lower part of her back. It was a consistent pain, one which as the seconds ticked by only grew until it felt like someone had wrapped a band around the lower of her stomach. She inhaled sharply only to exhale with a good amount of force. The pain subsided after less than a minute but it was enough to add to her state of alert. It was clear now that the brunette was not going to be able to go back to sleep. It would be impossible since her mind was awake, as was her son. She felt the fabric of her nightgown move as the little body in her tum seemed to be turning around. Rinsing her hands off she quickly dried them on the towel hanging beside her. Tobi must have moved the wrong way because she felt a sharp pain in her stomach which forced her to grab on to the sides of the porcelain sink. A sound of shocked discomfort left her lips, a look of clear pain clouding her face. White teeth sank into her plump bottom lip as her eyes screwed shut. She rocked on the balls of her feet for twenty seconds until the pain subsided. It disappeared as quickly as it came, and she immediately diagnosed it as braxton hicks contractions. She’d been getting them much more frequently lately so she honestly thought nothing of it. Licking her lips her eyes slowly opened and she stared at her reflection in the mirror. Her brown locks were a mess that needed to be brushed, and her eyes were puffy. It was then in which she realized a stray tear trickled down her cheek. Assuming it was the exhausted shock from the sudden pain she had just felt, she shrugged it off. She dragged her fingers across her hot cheeks, wiping away the excess moisture which had formed beneath her eyes. With a deep intake of air she slowly exhaled it, feeling her shoulders relax from the calming routine. Carefully she ran her fingers through her hair in attempt to calm the wild locks. But with little to no avail she gave up after a moment. A noise startled her but it was just the sound of her stomach rumbling. After a strange wake-up call Taylor felt famished to the point she was walking out of the bathroom. She carefully shut the light off and tip-toed out of the bedroom. The brunette didn’t want to wake up the sleeping alpha. He didn’t need to suffer with no sleep along with her, so she was extremely careful to be quiet. Treading through the apartment barefoot the pregnant girl found herself in the kitchen. Immediately raiding the freezer until she found a carton of Ben & Jerry’s. A pleased smile crossed her face at the sight of the ice cream. Licking her lips she pulled the lid off and soon had a spoon in her hand. Slowly shutting the door of the freezer she leaned against the counter. Her eyes peering out the windows of their kitchen, watching the night stars. The moon was out tonight, not entirely full but nearly. It was the small moments like these in which Taylor allowed her mind to wander. She was several days past her due date and her doctor cautioned her if she went past the two week dead-line she was going to be induced. But from her own research it was normal for a first time mom to be a little late. Regardless of the research, facts, and preparation it still didn’t remove the anxiety. Both she and Scott took all the precautions just encase their son decided to make an appearance. She had her hospital bag in the Audi all ready to go whenever she was. Something which seemed to be making the alpha extremely tense. Which to be fair, Taylor did not blame him at all. He was going to be a father any day now, same as she was going to be a mother. It was perfectly normal for the two of them to be anxious, nervous, and a little scared. But even after all of the doubts and long nights such as tonight Taylor knew in her heart everything would be perfect. Tobias must have agreed with her since she felt him moving once more beneath her skin, or so she thought. It had been about fifteen minutes since she was in the bathroom and that strange feeling of tightness around her belly happened again. The pain was more bearable this time since she knew what to expect. But it was the ache of her back which left her unsettled. Taylor knew back-pain was a key sign of labor..but she didn’t want to assume anything. In fact she just ignored it because everything, except for the backache, was a key sign that she was just having braxton hicks again. Glancing down at her bump, her hand rested on top of it and her fingers softly caressed the skin. She was rewarded with a little nudge of either his head or his bum, and the contact made her smile. The little person who had been growing inside of her for the past nine months was someone even though they hadn’t met yet, she loved more than anything. She remembered the night when she and his father decided on his name.
After their bath she and Scott were laying on their bed, the Alpha’s large hands resting on top of her swollen belly. ‘Tobias. Your name is Tobias..’ Scott was speaking to her tum which had Taylor smiling like she had just won the lottery. It had taken them 8 months to finally agree to a name. A name which his Aunt Rebekah helped her pick out. ‘Tobias Stiles McCall..’ She had found herself murmuring in agreement. The two lovebirds found each others gaze and it was clear in that moment, they were ready. It didn’t matter to them that they were both young, still in high school. None of it mattered because they had both been through so much, that they were ready for this. They were ready to start a family, to spend the rest of their lives together. After all, it was the strength of their love which inadvertently helped them to conceive the little boy which they both were eager to meet. Dangers were lurking around every corner and some of them more close to home than they would have ever thought. But in that moment the two of them had been overjoyed. It was probably one of the best nights the two of them had shared..
Coming back to reality she felt another nudge against her palm which she responded with a small laugh. “Do you like your name, huh?” The brunette found herself speaking quietly to the little one. It was something extraordinary to feel life growing inside of you. Even though he wasn’t planned the idea of having life without their soon to be born son, seemed unreal. With the nursery finished and everything ready to go, it was only a matter of time before he made his appearance. Something she both couldn’t wait for and was extremely apprehensive about. It was a warm night for the beginning of May and Taylor found herself wandering into the large living room. A bead of sweat trickled down her temple as she turned the ceiling fans on. Placing her ice cream on the coffee table, the brunette found herself laying down on the couch. The cool material against her hot skin was pure bliss. She hadn’t realize just how hot the apartment could get in a short amount of time. But the downside was her backache was not going away, to be completely honest, Taylor swore it felt as if it were slowly getting worse. Regardless no more than five minutes after she had laid down, Taylor fell asleep once again. About an hour later and mindless shifting on the couch she awoke once again. The pain she had felt before returning with what felt like a vengeance and it left her breathless and panting. Both hands moved to lightly grasp her protruding belly and her eyes were screwed shut. These braxton hicks contractions were the most intense she’d felt so far and she swore she felt a little sick from the strength behind them. Then once again it went away quickly as they came and Taylor found herself staying extremely still because she was worried. Licking her lips her eyes moved to the bedroom door which she had shut and she exhaled slowly. After a few minutes and being certain the pain wouldn’t happen once more, Taylor got up off of the couch and walked towards their bedroom. She looked at the hall clock seeing how it was going towards 3:30 am she felt horrible for this.. But she was shocked and needed someone to tell her she wasn’t insane. “Scott..” His name left her lips in a quiet whisper as she opened up their bedroom door. Instead of being greeted by a woken Scott he was going to make it difficult for her. But she paused in the middle of their room as that mind numbing pain went through her again. She didn’t want anything to grasp a hold of and her eyes squeezed shut. She knew her breathing needed to be even so she inhaled and exhaled. Inhale. Exhale. A pattern she kept up for the amount of time that the..contraction lasted and she swallowed harshly when it was over. The contractions weren’t constant and if anything they were a good 13 minutes apart. Which from the classes they attended and her doctors advice, she needed to be much closer than that before heading to the hospital. “Scott!” She whispered his name again as she carefully moved towards their bed. She was awkwardly sitting behind him now and Taylor lightly poked his bare shoulder a few times. “Scott wake up..I’m having contractions. or..I think I am. But wake up!” She lightly shook his shoulder and was soon greeted with a startled, and sleepy alpha. She felt horrible for waking him up this way but she was starting to freak out a little bit, but she was also excited. “I think I’m having contractions...I think I’m going into labor..” The words left her and her voice sounded strained, and concerned. But the smile on her face was one of excitement and..happiness.. He was coming..and soon. Taylor saw it took a couple of seconds for her words to sink into Scott’s brain and she saw the light-bulb go off. The expression he wore caused a hysterical giggle to pass through her lips. “I-I’m not sure entirely but I woke up a couple hours ago and so far they’re pretty consistent.” She explained with a nervous smile, and immediately Scott’s hands were resting against her cheeks. She felt his thumbs brushing over the soft, flushed skin. The result having her close her eyes as the instant relief of his comfort wafted through her body. Pressure against her forehead caused her to sink into him, his lips always felt wonderful against her skin. Scott pulled back but only enough to allow not even an arms length of distance between the two of them. Surprise, shock, excitement, worry, and another emotion she couldn’t pin-point were lighting up his face. “How far apart are they?” It was the first time he’d spoken since she’d woken him up, and by the sound of his voice he was still a bit groggy from being woken so early. “I don’t know..about twenty minutes or so. But I think they’re getting closer together.” Her lips twitched with a nervous smile as his eyes traveled across her torso, the brown hues resting on her tum. “I’m sorry I woke you but I just felt a little silly and I wasn’t sure if I was confusing braxton hicks again, but my back hurts..and these are a lot stronger than the braxton hicks I’ve been feeling.” She gave him the brief update as his hand rested on her belly now and she felt her teeth sinking into her bottom lip. Her hands were resting on the center of his chest as Scott seemed to be intently focused on her belly. Tobi always went nuts whenever Scott touched her bump and in that moment it was no different. But it was considering she’d dug her nails slightly into the skin of Scott’s chest as another contraction suddenly caused her body to tense up. A small groan left her in a sharp exhale as the band wrapped around her belly and her eyes shut one more. She tried to keep her breathing even, making sure she exhaled through her mouth but that only did so much to relieve her pain. Honestly it wasn’t that bad -- it was more along the lines of shock and the sudden experience of the beginning of labor which were making it much more intense. After it passed she felt a little weaker and more exhausted as she laughed softly. “Yeah..definitely think I’m in labor.” She said softly, having cut Scott off as he began to ask if she was alright. His hands were resting supportively against her biceps and she gave him a weak smile. “Are you sure? That looked --..” She cut him off once again. “Natural.” She interrupted, hand moving to rest against his cheek. She moved until her back was against their headboard and he was leaning on his side. One of his hands were resting on her bump as the other was holding her hand. “I think we’re having a baby today..” She told him and tears formed in her eyes, though she hand’t expected them to. A small emotional laugh left her lips as Scott began to place kisses along her forehead and her cheeks. “I’ll call Deaton and tell him I can’t come in today. I’ll let the counselor know..and we’ll call the hospital when they get closer together. Tay, don’t cry..” Scott’s voice was soothing, but he misunderstood. “It’ll be okay I’m not going to leave your side and --..” She was shaking her head, eyes opening to look at him. “I know. I know. I’m just in shock..and it’s really overwhelming because I didn’t expect it..” She wiped her eyes once more before giving him a small smile. “I’m really happy right now and terrified because..well.” She looked down sheepishly, but her gaze was given back to him as he spoke. “You’re going to be fine. I’ll call your doctor at 8, as soon as the office opens and we’ll ask her what she thinks we should do. But, since your contractions aren’t to close together I think we have some time. You should try and get some rest.” Scott was right, he always was. Perhaps it was all the experience from his work, or the preparation for this moment on his end. Regardless, none of it mattered because he was doing it perfectly. He wasn't freaking out, well if he was he didn’t show it. So Taylor found herself nodding in agreement as her eyes drifted shut. “I love you.” She said softly as they moved down on the mattress until they were both laying on their sides. Their hands were interlocked over her large bump and she smiled softly. Today was the day.. Holy cow. If things progressed smoothly she and Scott might get to meet their little boy today. With that thought now buried in her mind she knew she wouldn’t be able to get to sleep. Though the brunette tried desperately to fall back asleep, it didn’t last long since 18 minutes later another contraction happened, but this one was much stronger than the previous ones. It caused the hand wrapped around Scott’s to grasp his fingers tightly to the point it woke him up. This contraction also lasted much longer and caused her whole belly to feel tight but them it released, caused her to exhale the air she’d taken in. “Ow..ow..” She whimpered softly as she stayed still for a minute. Taylor was no stranger to pain after being hit by a car. But that hurt far much worse than anything she had ever experienced before.
“Scott really..I can walk on my own.” Taylor tried to argue with him as she grasped hold of the walker in front of her. It had been a couple days since the accident and honestly, Taylor was doing better and better. Broken bones and cracked ribs aside -- she was recovering nicely. Plus the amount of painkillers she was given on a daily basis were nice. Soon enough Elijah, Klaus, or Kol would be around to feed her some blood and she could go home. It was just a matter of good timing and she was losing patience. But the fact Scott wasn’t letting her be as independent as she liked, was kind of irritating the brunette.Or maybe it wasn’t him but more or less the whole hospital situation. But when she felt like she couldn’t breathe due to the fact she moved the wrong way, the pain was gone. Her eyes locked on to Scott’s hand that was wrapped around her forearm and she shook her head. “Stop!” The word left her lips in a rushed sigh, but she didn't have the energy to push him away. “Scott stop..” She pleaded as she watched the black veins in his arms. Clear evidence he was taking her pain away -- something she hated. It was to the point Scott was clearly suffering in which she forced herself to push him back. “Are you okay?!” She insisted quietly because if a nurse heard them it would only cause issues. It was bad enough the nurses were pissed Taylor made Scott sleep in her hospital bed with her. “You have to stop doing this..you’re going to end up hurting yourself..and I can’t live with that.” She whispered softly, tears forming in her eyes at the image before her. “I love you..and I love you want to do this for me but I can’t stand to see you like this..I can’t stand to see you suffering.”
“Come on sit down..I’ll rub your back.” Scott’s voice was full of concern as she’d just experienced another contraction for what seemed like the millionth time. The two of them were in the living room now since Taylor was literally dying of heat to the point she was just in a bra and a pair of shorts. It was going for 5 o’lock in the afternoon now and the contractions were getting closer together, stronger, and for Taylor they felt like they were lasting longer. Scott had called her OB/GYN the instant the office opened and the young couple were advised to stay home just until her contractions were a good 7-5 minutes apart for a steady hour. Right now her contractions were anywhere between 10 and 8 minutes apart, and Taylor felt like she was going to die of heat. She was sitting reverse style on a kitchen chair with her elbows folded over the back, her sweaty forehead resting on her arms. Scott was sat behind her and his large hands were massaging the lower half of her back. Her legs were shaking as she had her eyes squeezed shut. Over the last half hour her contractions had become much more intense to the point she was desperately considering drugs and to venture to the hospital. But Scott reminded her of how her contractions weren’t within the limits her doctor advised and that she needed to just breathe. “Are you okay?” Scott asked while his thumbs pressed into her spine, briefly relieving some of the ache but not nearly as much as she could have liked. “I’m fine..” She said softly, but her voice sounded like a soft sob. “They’re just really intense..” She whispered softly as another contraction gripped her body. Sounds of her apparent pain filled their apartment but they weren’t loud. More like reasonable groans and gasps between her panting, in a weak attempt to steady her breathing. “God..” She gasped softly as she tried to adjust herself as she sat on the chair but nothing helped to relieve her pain. After the 60 seconds of mind-numbing pain passed she was able to relax once more against the chair. But the insane amount of pressure on her cervix was driving her insane since nothing could take that away, and though Scott offered she refused for him to use his supernatural abilities to help her. “Tay..come on. How about we try the bath then we’ll start to the hospital okay? I can’t stand seeing you suffer like this..so come on.” She heard Scott stand up but Taylor felt as if she were paralyzed to the seat before her. She was afraid that if she moved it may somehow trigger another contraction and she couldn’t handle that. So far Taylor had been doing pretty well with keeping level head between contractions. But, the last few episodes had been so intense they left her disheveled and a wreck. “Okay..” She said softly as she felt his fingers curving beneath her arms in attempt to help her stand up. Once she was on her feet Taylor exhaled slowly as both of her hands moved to rest on either side of her baby bump. She leaned her face into Scott’s firm chest as he helped her walk into their bathroom. Her eyes had been shut the whole way there but she felt the cool tile of their bathroom beneath her feet. She was keeping her breathing steady the entire time, breathing in through her nose and out through her mouth. “Okay, here lean against the sink I’m going to start the water..” Scott’s lips pressed against the side of her head and all she could do in response was nod. Her water hadn’t broken just yet but the sound of their bathtub filling with water brought her back to reality. It was like she was having an out of body experience while Scott helped her undress and get into the warm water. The relief was so sweet she felt a few tears over-lap her waterline. Scott’s warm body was pressed to her back and for once since her contractions started Taylor finally felt calm. He didn't put any soap into the water or bath bombs since they were both advised not to do that, but he had lit a candle. She felt his large hands moving across her arms and dipping between her shoulder blades. His hands were made of angelic wings and held some unknown power to bring her to the point she was completely relaxed. “Oh..” She moaned softly as she was rudely brought out of her serene moment by one of the strongest contractions she’s felt yet. This time Scott’s hands wove between her fingers, and Taylor’s knuckles turned white. She couldn’t see the grimace on Scott’s face but she knew it was there. The contraction didn’t last very long and once it was over Taylor slumped back against Scott’s body only to realize he had his boxers on..and she couldn’t quite figure out why, but she didn’t question it. At this point all the brunette wanted was to sleep, she was so exhausted it wasn’t even funny anymore. She managed to get another hour of sleep earlier in the day but that was it. Scott’s lips were pressing to her shoulder, a normal affection which could easily calm her, but had little to no affect now. “Are you alright? It seems like they’re getting really close now.. Do you want to stay in the bath and I’ll grab you something to put on so we can go to the hospital?” Scott’s voice stayed the same, level tone throughout the entire experience and she loved him so much for it. Taylor was nodding to his words -- she really wanted to go to the hospital now. “Okay..stay here I’ll be right back.” Scott pressed his lips to the back of her head, and with that he was gone. In the short amount of time Taylor was left alone she found herself opening her eyes to look down at her naked bump. It was insane to think ten months ago the two of them conceived a little miracle, and now she was in full blown labor. A small smile was on her face, showing off her dimples but it soon was replaced by a look filled with pain. She cried out from the intense imaginary band which wrapped itself around her body. “Oh..” She cried softly as her hands grasped her bump and she gently rocked back and forth in the water. Her breathing was steady, or as steady as it could be given her current situation and she found no relief. Scott had entered the bathroom again to witness the last few seconds of her contraction before it ended, leaving her with an insane amount of pressure between her thigh. “God.” She groaned softly as Scot approached her. He offered his arms for her and she grasped them while he held her out of the bath. Quickly she dried off only to put on a pair of panties and a dress Scott apparently had grabbed for her. To be fair -- it was a smart idea on his behalf. “Okay..come on. Let’s go have a baby.” She looked up to Scott and the two of them were mirroring one another. It was in those brief moments before the next contraction hit in which she felt such and overpowering amount of love for him, that she nearly drowned in it. “Let’s go have a baby..” She whispered in agreement as they both took hold of each others hands and left for the hospital.
“I realized I was thinking of you and, I began to wonder how long you’d been on my mind. Then it occurred to me: Since I met you, you’ve never left.”
After arriving at the hospital at quarter to seven, Taylor was examined, to find that she was 6 -- nearly 7 centimeters dilated. Being admitted to the hospital and immediately hooked up to monitors and other devices, it didn’t take very long for things to happen very quickly. Not even an hour after arriving Taylor's water broke and the contractions became much worse. It was close to 3 am the following morning and Taylor found herself desperate. “I want the epidural..please. I can’t do this.” She begged, but since she was past the window of opportunity for the pain medicine, she was forced to give in and go about this the all natural way. To say this was the most excruciating experience of her life would be a understatement. But it was the most magical and wonderful moment too. Scott being by her side being the absolute best support in all of history was something she would never forget. There was a brief paused before it was over and her doctor had informed her that during her next contraction that her son would be here. It was hard for the brunette to focus on anything except the mind searing pain that had her on the verge of screaming. Scott’s voice was in her ear, telling her how she was so amazing, that he loved her so much.. Things that made her heart pound even faster. Her eyes opened briefly and their gazes met for a brief second before she was shrieking with pain. With her chin pressed against her chest and Scott’s hand resting against the back of her neck, as his other hand had their fingers interlocked, she pushed like her life depended on it. Sweat decorated her face, hair a mess and matted in some spots. She could feel absolutely everything and she was screeching, it was impossible for her not to. But then it all stopped. The room was silent for a couple of seconds and then a piercing cry filled the space. He was out..it was over. He was here. Taylor’s eyes opened to see a squirming baby in her doctors gloved hands and she started crying. Tobi’s cries were consistent and he was completely mental. Taylor was a little out of it as they placed the squirming newborn on her chest and her arms wrapped around his slick little body. He was so tiny..and perfect. “Oh..” Taylor cooed softly as her arms quivered with the aftershock of what had just happened. She was hushing the inconsolable baby in her arms, a million dollar smile lighting up her face. He had a head full of dark hair and he was just absolutely perfect. Taylor’s attention was drawn to Scott’s as the nurses offered for him to cut Tobi’s umbilical cord and she couldn’t help but laugh softly after Scott had cut the blueish connection. She saw tears on Scott’s face and she couldn’t help the small sob which left her. Tobi began to cry louder than he had before and she hushed him again, which inadvertently did nothing. Taylor was forced to give Tobi over to a nurse so they could weigh him and properly clean the screaming little one off. Scott’s lips were pressing against her forehead as his hands cupped her cheeks. “I love you..” He whispered and she gave him a tired smile. “I love you.” She returned the words and soon enough the little one was back. He was wrapped in a blue blanket with a hat on, cleaned off and perfect. A little hand was sneaking out between the wrapped blanket and she laughed softly. “Oh you’re perfect..” She whispered softly to the little one who was peaking at her with one eye. “I love you so much..”
Tobias McCall, Born May 8th, 2012. Weighing 8lbs 7oz. and 22.3 inches long.
Lydia gave a shake of strawberry blonde locks. “Could you act your age for like— I don’t know, five minutes please? I didn’t come here to fight with you. You said that you didn’t want me going behind your back so I’m not. Did you forget that? I don’t owe you anything and I didn’t have to tell you. I choose to honor your wishes, but next time I won’t even bother. Just don’t come confronting me again about it.” There still wasn’t a hint of malice detectable in her voice. Lydia was just fed up with this beyond belief and she wasn’t going to stand for it anymore. “It doesn’t matter who’s idea it was honestly, the fact that it was you or Scott doesn’t matter — the whole naming a child after someone who’s still living is weird to me. Middle name or otherwise, but it’s your choice. It’s not like I care that much. I’m just telling you what I think so that you don’t try and backlash at me later for hiding it from you… Despite it being none of your business to begin with.” Lydia shrugged. “Whatever,” Taking another sip the banshee stilled as the hot liquid ran down her throat “Like I said, I don’t care… I’m trying to be courtesy of your feelings.” Although she had no right to this for the way she continued to treat her. “Nice— that’s you know what, that’s really nice. You’re admitting that the Mikaelson’s are going to kill the pack. You do know that makes Scott weak, right? Okay, yeah. I’m done here.” Lydia stood from her seat and didn’t bother even looking at the girl as she set down her cup and put her jacket back on “There’s a balance to everything Taylor, whether or not you know it, the Mikaelson’s can be killed.” That left room for interpretation though she meant nothing by it… That is, unless the Mikaelson’s tried to hurt the ones she considered family. “I’ve already spoken with Elijah and he knows how I feel.” Not that she trusted him, but then again unlike this girl he all but warned her not to. “Not a problem.” Lydia responded grabbing the coffee off the table and turning. “Goodbye Taylor.” Stiles was right. There was no sense in talking to someone who didn’t have the ability to comprehend.
“Me act my age? I’m not the one who sends people, on purpose or not, to come scream at them.” Taylor hadn’t meant to let those words slip but they had. Clearly this was never going to work because neither of them wanted to admit they were wrong. Lydia especially considering Taylor only ever reacted due to Lydia’s horrible behavior. Taylor rolled her eyes before shaking her head. “Would you care as much say if we picked Liam? Or any other name? No. You care because it’s Stiles. But you just contradicted yourself because you just said why not name him after Scott. Now she’s going back on your own words, which proves that the only issue is that it’s Stiles.” Taylor had no malice, no anger. Nothing. She was tired, she was so tired of having to feel like this was her fault. Of having some pathetic girl stand there pretending she was better than everyone. “None of my business? You went behind my back digging into my personal life to try and find some type of evidence on me? Which, there is nothing to find. You keep trying to find some reason to justify yourself and the fact you keep coming up blank irritates you. The one who should be irritated here is me because of the way you’ve acted. I reached a breaking point with you because I was so sick and tired of the way you were acting, very much like you are right now. Taking my words and twisting them. If someone hurts their family or puts their nose where it doesn’t belong..I can tell you it won’t end well. I don’t want that and I doubt you do. But go ahead, keep twisting my words around.” Taylor knew Elijah..he wouldn’t do something unless it benefited him somehow. But she didn’t voice her thoughts. “As for what makes Scott weak..” Taylor’s eyes turned cold. “I think seeing his friends turning on the person he loves, the mother of his child, for no reason other than your ‘research’ makes him weak. You don’t see him suffering like I do. You sit here and act like you know everything, but you don’t know anything. Besides, this pack is supposed to be a family right? Really close? Do you all honestly think Scott doesn’t realize you’re hiding stuff from him? After the things you and Stiles have done, you really have no room to judge or say anything about anyone. I’m done fighting and arguing and trying to make you understand. I came here to make peace because I can’t stand seeing Scott falling apart. It kills me to see him suffer..but what do you care? He’s not Stiles.” Taylor wanted to show Lydia this, that she only care when it involved Stiles..that she was blind for him. “So yes, goodbye Lydia..and be careful because I won’t have you blaming me for your own indiscretions.”
Lydia took a moment to pause and compile her thoughts before shifting her gaze up to meet Taylors. “Understandable,” Pink tongue softly ran over her dried lips to gather courage to continue. Lydia found it unnecessary to harbor such a hatred for someone. It wouldn’t make a difference and she was serious about getting past all of this even if she would never trust a word that came from her mouth again. Not much has changed. The rage she found herself swallowed by initially was dissipated and she decided this would be their last conversation unless crucial matters forced them together again. Which was highly likely given the fact that she was in Scott’s pack “I know I could have avoided it better than I had, but from now on I’m just going to stick with telling you straight up. I don’t like you all that much and I don’t think it’s necessary for us to see each other aside from when something disastrous happens. I still think it’s weird that you’re choosing to name your child after Stiles, instead of naming him after Scott; and I don’t trust the Mikaelson’s whatsoever.” There. That’s what she wanted after all, wasn’t it? Lydia held no malice in her voice at this particular time and she wore a straight face proving she was being serious. “It’s in the past now, but lets not get too comfortable with each other. There’s still a lot we can learn on the Mikaelson’s and I don’t particularly believe anything that comes from your mouth so whether you like it or not I’ll be doing research to keep my friends protected.” Lydia could have worded it less snippy, but she didn’t honestly know of a better way to put it. It was, what it was. “Scott,” His name muttered under hitched breaths. Lydia was so devastatingly hurt and betrayed when Scott flipped out on her like that, but even still the banshee didn’t want to tell Stiles. Not if it meant risking their friendship. It was only after she realized that being in the know was better for everyone that she decided against keeping secrets. “Sure,” Lydia flinched at the idea of imagining pregnancy or anything that came along with it, but she was understanding that Scott was probably under tremendous amounts of stress which is why the pack hadn’t been involving him in much of anything as of late. Not that he seemed to notice or care. “We’ll be fine,” The banshee gave it a shrug of her shoulder as she took a sip of the piping hot drink and scrunched her nose distastefully as she rolled her tongue against the inside of her cheek. “Don’t worry about it.” Lydia was hoping to drop the whole Scott thing as it was clearly still a sore subject, but she would eventually come to terms and speak with him again. No matter what. There was yet again no thanks for her compliment because she didn’t find it was sincere in the slightest. In fact, Lydia found that she was just trying to butter her up for something and she wasn’t going to have any of that nonsense right now. Taylor had no excuse for hitting her and yet she didn’t seem to think that was even a big deal because she could blame it on some hormones and call it a day. “Agreed,” Coffee taste lingered on her taste buds as she moved her chair out some “I’m glad we got that settled.”
Taylor listened intently to Lydia’s words but i was as soon as she mentioned Stiles in which Taylor couldn’t help the laughter. How pathetic was this girl?! Taylor covered her mouth with her hand but it did little to nothing to conceal the giggles coming from her. “Since we’re being ‘straight up..’ ” Taylor quoted Lydia’s choice of words. Licking her lips, Taylor’s gaze soon turned serious. “I think it’s sad you get jealous over little things like the fact Scott wants to name our son after his best friend. Again, it’s only a middle name. Scott veto’ed naming Tobi after him and I do not understand why but I can understand him wanting to honor his best friend. Someone, who he considers a brother.” She reminded Lydia. “It has nothing to do with me in the slightest, and sure I could tell Scott no and he would be fine with it. But I know this is something he wants. So, I hope for once and for all, that clarifies it for you.” She was still snickering to herself that Lydia would even mention that of all things. It was so pathetic and sad on all accounts. “But if it makes you feel any better, I’m honestly considering vetoing it now anyways. Not that it’s any of your business to judge what Scott and I do when it comes to our baby.” She wouldn’t hold her tongue when it cam to something as pathetic as that, especially with this dense red-head. Rebekah would have a field day laughing when Taylor told her about this. “Tell you what.” Taylor suddenly became deadly serious. “You do your research, but I’m warning you now because I don’t want you trying to say I don’t care or that I did whatever since you try very hard to do that. You step over the wrong line, and you’re going to get yourself killed. Along with Stiles and Malia, and a whole lot of other people. I’ve done my best to keep the peace and I don’t need you screwing it up because you can’t accept anything without saying you were right or in this case, aren’t. They’re a family, my family, and they’re powerful. So be careful, because I will not be responsible if you do something to get yourself killed because you won’t listen to reason. If you don’t believe me, then believe me when I say they’ll kill everyone you love and say you for last. So if you never believe another word I say to you, then you need to believe this. They can’t be killed. So by digging around in their past..you’re putting your friends in danger. Do you understand this?” Taylor’s eyes were staring intently into Lydia’s. Stiles didn’t listen to her, but maybe Lydia would.. If it came down to it after all of this, Taylor would protect everyone if she had to. Even Lydia and Stiles.. But she wouldn’t protect them if they ignored warning after warning, that just proved their own stupidity. Something Taylor didn’t understand, if Lydia was still cold towards her and would never accept her, hell the stupid, dense, and irritating girl may even wind up getting them all killed because she didn’t listen.. What was the point in this? Taylor was biting her tongue because if she spoke now -- she would start another fight no doubt. “Yes, same. Sorry to have wasted your time with this, a phone call clearly would have been the same outcome.” She adjusted her jaw and grimace as Tobi would and stretched the wrong way causing her to exhale sharply. “I’ll see you around or ah, actually. I won’t.” Taylor said and she would make it clear to Scott. She didn’t want Lydia anywhere near Tobi, like ever. Lydia was a bomb waiting to explode..dangerous and unstable. God only knows what damage she’d cause if she stuck her polished nose in the wrong place.
Lydia waved a waitress over and placed an order to make sure this ended quick. There was no circumstance in which she wanted to sit around having a cup of coffee with the girl who continued wearing smug smirks when talking about the incident that unfolded. “Yeah,” Lydia was going to keep her words short and simple because the less each of them spoke to one another the less of a chance there was for another argument to break out. The redhead wasn’t in the mood for teenage drama anymore thus she would let the clearly delusional brunette believe whatever she wanted to believe. Lydia flinched. “Lets just agree to put it behind us.” No thank you was issued in return because she didn’t even remotely sound sincere in her apologies nor did she perceive herself to be any less pleased with her actions. It was obvious from the look on her face that she’d still felt just as justified as the day it all happened, but it didn’t matter regardless as she was determined to make amends. Lydia gave a nod in response. Taylor had no right to confront her in the first place though she didn’t speak on it whatsoever because she no longer cared enough. Not after Scott threatened to rip her to pieces. Respect was lost for him that day, but she was here doing what she knew was right for the good of the pack because perhaps she could acknowledge that snooping around on Taylor wasn’t the best approach to gaining intelligence on the Mikaelsons and their customs. “What does that mean?” Lydia thanked the waitress as she took her coffee and gently blew into the small opening of the lid to make an extremely annoying sound as her hands firmly wrapped around it. Engulfed in warmth her palms began to spin the cup slowly as the liquid inside swished around and smoke from the heat began to barrel out of the lip of the plastic covering. Of course someone loved the banshee. Lydia had both of her parents and the handful of real friends she’s made by joining the pack. “I can relate,” There had been enough guilt and remorse to swallow the short female whole by this point. “But there’s really no reason to keep talking about it. What’s done is done and there’s no changing it. We’ve both said our piece now and it’s best we continue to move forward now.” Chartreuse eyes fixed on the smoke that’s spiraling up from the styrofoam cup before placing it to her lips to sip down some of the mocha colored drink.
Shades of dark amber scanned over the pale red-heads face. It still baffled the brunette how someone like her could be capable of hurting one of her friends. Or try to turn others against someone innocent, or even be so cold towards an unborn child which had done nothing to her. Even if Lydia hadn’t done anything or even said something to her face directly, Taylor knew that when Lydia spoke of her with people behind her back, Taylor just knew those words were less than kind. But, she had no proof other than what Lydia had said to Scott..and Stiles. Taylor’s eyes were more questioning than thankful as Lydia suggested to put it all behind them. That would be impossible, if not for her but for Lydia. Perhaps Taylor had no right to confront Lydia about her feelings for Stiles. But she did have the right to call the banshee out on her pathetic attempt to try and pin her as some evil mastermind from the Mikaelson’s hand. It also was made a point that she needed to spell it out for the other girl that there was nothing -- nor would there ever be something between she and Stiles. It was a horrendous thought before and after what he had done to her. Something which she never thought she could forgive him for. What he had done to her was far worse than what happened between her and Lydia. But, after everything was said and done Taylor found herself feeling terrible. She could only imagine how Lydia felt after Scott shifted on her..he’d done the same that night in bed with her. Though in that instance his shifting hadn’t been brought on by anger, but just a pure heighten in heart-rate. Clearly no one, unless they were informed on it, would know the reality behind his emotional outbursts. It was common in an expecting couples relationship. Especially if they were as close as both she and Scott were..it was normal. To the question Taylor was quiet for a moment, ignoring the sound which she erupted from the blowing of her drink. “It means..even though I know this probably doesn’t mean anything to you, but I do feel terrible. I was going to do this sooner but..well a lot came up.” Like the fact Stiles came yelling at her, which caused her to be set back in her attempt to fix this. She couldn’t see Lydia to soon after that other wise a round 2 may of happened, or Taylor would have just burst into tears. But today she was in control. “I honestly wanted to make amends the second Malia broke it up.” She was shaking her head as her eyes squeezed shut, flinching at the memory of it. “I know it’s no excuse, but my emotions had been off the wall. They still are, it’s hormonal imbalance and that is no excuse, but my point is.. I know what happened with Scott. It’s..normal. It’s not okay, and I’m sorry he snapped at you the way he had. But, in a normal relationship male partners are known to experience symptoms that their pregnant partners do. I.e morning sickness, cravings, moodiness.. So, try to imagine that multiplied by supernatural emotions..” She shook her head, baffled by it. “I’m not saying what he did to you was right and I am so sorry that happened. But maybe if you see it from that perspective you can understand it logically. After all, you are smart and you seem like the type who understands better when she’s well informed.” She hoped that didn’t sound like an insult, because it was meant to be a compliment. Taylor listened to Lydia’s words but for some reason she felt they weren’t entirely sincere. Which the brunette could understand, though she still felt tremendously guilty. Even though she really felt like she shouldn’t after everything that had been said and done. Exhaling slowly, Taylor moved her hair off the back of her shoulder and she looked over Lydia’s face. Part of Taylor hated Lydia or maybe not Lydia but the situation which was caused by her lack of trust. She hated the fact that even though this didn’t start with her, it was still going to end with her looking like the bad guy. That was something that left a foul taste in her mouth, but she swallowed it. “I think you’re right, and that’s probably what is best for everyone involved.”
Lydia was extremely surprised by the disrespectful manner in which Taylor hadn’t even so much as acknowledged her existence at the baby shower. It was off putting, but she wasn’t going to let that deter her from being the bigger person and apologizing in a place of which she felt more comfortable. Rebekah clearly had both her eyes and ears on her the whole duration of the party. There was a a bit of shock when Taylor managed to reach out first, but despite being filled with nerves she decided to go on whatever terms made the pregnant brunette more comfortable. Coffee it was. “Hello,” Lydia felt anger building inside her gut at the sight of the girl, but she inadvertently swallowed it down for Stiles’ own sanity. Things between the two girls couldn’t be patched over a cup of coffee. Not after she literally punched her in the face because she refused to admit her feelings for Stiles to spare Malia’s feelings. No way in hell, but she could be civil again. “I came because I wanted to apologize for whatever it is I did to upset you firstly.” It sounded very sincere though she was still lacking in understanding precisely what she’d done wrong to begin with. It was towards the end that she knew her part was inappropriately played. “Secondly, I wanted to say I was sorry for calling you rude names.” Lydia shed her jacket and placed it on the chair across from the girl before taking her seat and raising her brows slightly in anticipation.
Taylor wasn’t sure how this would end though she hoped it would be on better terms than they were now. The only reason she even did this was in an attempt to bring peace for everyone involved. Even though Stiles came to her home, unannounced, and uninvited. Throwing the death of her brother in her face along with numerous other things.. But none of that mattered. She couldn’t let it, not now. It was as Lydia began apologizing, and still apparently pleaded the fifth in which Taylor fought very hard not to show her skeptical smirk. How could she be so dense? Licking her lips, Taylor did something she’d learned over the years, plus it was actually sincere. Her eyes softened as did the rest of her features, though beneath the soft surface a wall was buried. Ready to protect her encase this ended badly. “Well...thank you for that.” The brunette began. “I asked you to meet me here because I wanted to apologize for my lack of better judgement. We should have talked in private and handled things differently.” She looked over Lydia’s face. “I’m sorry that I punched you and I want you to know that I’ve felt horrible about this whole thing.” Which was the truth, she was planning to apologize long before Stiles had showed up, and his little outburst nearly made her not want to do it. But she would, she would be the bigger person. “I was wrong to approach you the way I had and I could have done it much better than I did, and for that I’m truly sorry.” Pregnant on purpose... Taylor licked her lips, blinking a few times before sighing softly. “I’m also sorry for saying that no one loves you. Clearly I was wrong.” Stiles came to mind once again, anger building up in her chest towards her once known best-friend. “I know this probably won’t do much to suffice, but regardless I want you to know that I have felt nothing but remorse since it happened.”
After the baby shower and gaining enough nerve, Taylor did something she knew she had to do from the moment it started. She’d called Lydia asking if the other girl would meet somewhere for coffee and to talk. In all honesty, after what Stiles had done, Taylor had really considered not apologizing. But she saw the strain this was causing on Scott and she would rather be damned than to see the man she loved silently suffering. So, she was going to be the bigger person and make things right with everyone. If today’s meeting with Lydia went well, she would even make that extra mile to see Stiles and fix things between them. Even though he should be the one to make that step.. But Rebekah’s advice had stayed with her. She was Scott’s girlfriend, soon to be mother of his child. They needed to start showing her some respect -- and soon. She was at that point in her pregnancy where she literally was a ticking time bomb and should not have any stress or be to far from Scott. But -- this needed to be sorted before she couldn’t fix it. The nine month pregnant brunette sat at a table, her large bump filling her maternity top to the maximum limits and it was just plain uncomfortable for her to do much of anything. So when Lydia walked in, Taylor felt anxious, nervous, and a little skeptical. Regardless of her views and opinions she was doing this for the peace and sanity of the pack. “Hello Lydia.” She greeted the strawberry blonde, resting her hands on the table, fingers laced within one another. “I’m glad you came.”
The goofy grin adorning the male’s features was one that wouldn’t be going away so easily. “I like the way you say my name.” He breathed as she let it roll off her tongue. His fingertips brushed against the side of her face, his gaze stuck on hers as he watched her. It was true.. The way she spoke his name.. it was captivating. It hypnotized him. His brown orbs are gazing into her hazel ones, teeth tugging at his bottom lip gently as he wondered what was going through her mind in that moment, and then she spoke causing his heart to flutter. He lets his hand reach for hers, fingers lacing with hers. “You’re c u t e.” He murmured, a breathy laugh parting the male’s lips as he gazed at her. He was crushing on her and hard. It was obvious. The flirting, the laughs, the breathtaking smiles he showed, but also the way he acted around her. Sighing softly Scott rested his forehead against hers, his thumb brushing over her knuckles. “I can assure you though.. I don’t care where we go or stay.. I just.. Really like you, so.. I can relate.” He admitted, and shook his head, grin widening as he looked at her. He knew it was impossible for anyone to look more in love than he did in that moment. “Though you’re right.. The thing is.. I doubt I’ll actually be able to keep my hands off of you. I mean.. We’re outside, if any other wolf walks by I’m sure they’d find this sight rather inappropriate.” He told her, yet he was obviously just easing. It was clear by the tone of his voice. “Though we both know I could care less.” He said softly, fingers squeezing her bottom and he bit his lip, his nose brushing against her own as he held her close. Scott’s hearing focused on her breathing, watching as she stood there. He knew she hadn’t expected his move and he was glad. He’d wanted to surprise her, to take her off guard. Biting his lip his gaze was stuck on hers, palms resting against her bottom as he let his fingers slide into the back pockets of her gym shorts. “Yeah I am serious.” He breathed and licked his lips, a grin spread across his features. He knew she enjoyed whenever he gripped her ass, it was something she hadn’t admitted out loud, but he could tell by her body language. “Yeah.. It’s how it works..” He said softly, a small laugh parting his lips. “The fangs are missing, and all the hair. I don’t exactly look attractive more like a… A gremlin.” He told her, brow raised at her and he laughed softly. His weight pressed down against hers, fingers lacing with hers once again and he sighed softly, breath fanning against her lips. “I really, really like you too.” He whispered softly eyes going shut and he let his lips brush against hers. “Ms. Wright..” And with that the male found himself kissing her again, lips moving gently against hers yet soon enough he was letting go of her hands, to cup her face, his fingertips softly caressing her cheeks.
“C u t e?” She questioned with raised eyebrows but a small smile on her face. The flirting between them along with the subtle touches here or there.. it was obvious the two had attraction to one another. That they both liked each other. “Oh? Would you be jealous if another wolf saw us right now?” She asked with a teasing smile on her face, eyes scanning over his features. The way his hands groped her ass had her melting against him, she really did like when he did that. It felt..hot. Like he was making an unspoken claim on her body or something. Granted that was a reason whys he wore her hair down most days, in weak attempts to cover the bruises lining her neck. Well..the hickies.. She blushed as he was captivating her with those dark brown eyes, solid like dark chocolate. Her teeth sank into her bottom lip and she couldn’t help the smile that formed on her face. Her body was being pressed down against the ground yet she moved her hands to stroke his cheeks. She remembered seeing herself shifting into the creature on New Years..so she understood how he felt. But now that she knew everything? She didn’t see the horror or the ugliness, she saw beauty and strength. “Scott you could never look like a gremlin.” She scolded him playfully and brushed her hips against his -- or well she tried to but it just seemed like an awkward wiggle. He really had her pinned down.. “Hmmn..” She moaned into his mouth as their lips met and her body submitted to his. He released her hands, letting her lace her arms around his neck now and she was done fighting him. She smiled into the kiss, finding her fingers knotting in the brown locks of his hair.
“Maybe not.. That just depends on how you see it. Yet I tend to be an annoying ass when I’m around you.” The words leaving his lips are meant to tease her and he hopes he doesn’t take it as an offense. He was just.. Really nervous around her lately.. Something he couldn’t really help. She was her.. She was nice, funny, special and to top it off she was beautiful.. The kind of beautiful which made his heart stop once his gaze fell upon her face. She liked him too, she really liked him too.. It was something that surprised him.. How a girl like her, would like a guy like him. “Well.. That sounds like a nice alternative though.. I always thought that it’d be nice to leave our place sometime. For a night, to see something that isn’t the same annoying grey ceiling.” He’s speaking his thoughts as he’s gazing at her, teeth sinking into his bottom lip as he’s thinking of alternatives. “Though hey.. I’m not saying no to that. I’d love to make some good spaghetti and spend the night in our room laughing and talking, or kissing.” He murmured, the tone in his voice suggestive in a way as he’s looking at her. He wants her, he likes her and she knows he does. He’s voiced it so many times hearing it probably has become annoying already. The way she expressed how she felt about kissing him, it made the goofy smile he word widen, lips parting as a breathy laugh escapes him. He clearly likes her, it’s more than obvious but she clearly likes him too. “Well.. I’m sure you don’t like kissing me as much as I like kissing you.” His words are challenging, his thumb brushing across her bottom lip and he laughed softly, before leaning back up and closing the distance between them. It was a soft gentle kiss, one which didn’t last long but it was enough to prove a point. He really liked kissing her and there was no way of denying it. Once they’re standing and training, Scott let’s her free as she steps on his foot, flinching as it was a move the male hadn’t expected he bit his lip. “Mr. Grey?” He raised an eyebrow not really understanding where she was getting at, but once he did his lips parted, forming into a shape of a small o, but soon enough he was laughing softly. Scott is stepping closer, hands resting against his hips as he lets his gaze follow her as she circled him and in a quick move, he’s in front of her, his hands quickly moving to her bottom and he’s trying not to laugh. “Oh no, my secret’s out.. You know I’m into spanking.” He teases, hands moving to hit her bottom gently and he can’t help the laughs which are passing his lips now, teeth tugging at his bottom lip as he’s looking at her. “There’s other ways to shut you up and no kissing can be involved. A simple touch perhaps.” He breathes as he finds himself squeezing her buttocks, and the tone of his voice is clearly suggestive. “Mr. Grey is on a mission to get his Ms. Grey.” As soon as the words have left his lips he finds himself using his foot to knock them over, and he’s pinning her down again, a small chuckle having left his lips. “Do you like spanking too, Anastasia?”
Hazel eyes raised to the heavens as they rolled at him. “Scott McCall.” Taylor said his name but decided not to say anything else in regards to it. The way she said his name would be insightful enough for him to realize, she disagreed. That she didn’t think he was an annoying ass. That she actually liked him and the way he acted towards her. That she cared about him very, very much. “I don’t care what we do..” She admitted finally, giving him a very small sincere smile. “I’ll be happy as long and I’m with you.” She mumbled, cheeks staining red once more as her eyes remained locked onto his face. “But maybe getting out wouldn’t be so bad..” She allowed with a hint of a taunting smirk on her face. “That way you’d have to mind where you put your hands while we’re in public.” She giggled playfully, not that he ever tried anything. He usually groped her bottom though, and she liked it so she would never complain. Her eyes narrowed, lips parting into a small pucker of distaste. Did he honestly believe that? Could he not hear the way her heart stopped when they kissed only to restart louder and faster than a rocket. “Scott you’re wrong..” She whispered softly before his lips met her own, and she melted for the briefest instance. The kiss didn’t last long, but he made a point..though it proved nothing.. Just that they both enjoyed kissing one another. Now she’s circling him, and his words caused her to fumbled for a second with her footing. Scott’s eyes darkened and her blood began to boil, causing her cheeks to tinge red as she continued to circle him. Suddenly the Alpha’s in front of her and she gasps sharply as a throbbing sensation circles through her stomach. His hands pulled her body flush against his, his large hands groping her ass easily through the stretchy fabric of her gym shorts. Her breathing heightened to small pants and she’s staring at him, hazel eyes wide with wonder. His hands began to actually spank her though and a giggle burst past her lips. “Are you actually ser--..” But his words cut her off and she swallowed harshly. He was serious. So..two could play at that game.. “So..is this how alpha’s mate..?” She asked, a playful twitch of her lips, and a shy blush crossing her face. “You grab my butt and get all dominant..your eyes are still red..” She mumbled and her arms lifted to lace around his neck, but he knocked her to the ground, and his weight pinned her now. She swallowed harshly as looked up at him. “I like you..” She whispers softly and leans in to press her lips gently against his, before nuzzling him with her nose. “Mr. McCall..” She grinned against his lips.
“Well.. I figured that being forced to spend time with me would be enough of a punishment.” He said softly, his fingertips brushing against the side of her neck and he chuckled softly. It’s at the suggestion of adding a movie to that in which Scott raised an eyebrow, the grin he wore widening as he gazed up at her and he swallowed. “Well… I won’t lie to you, but.. It really does sound like a nice addition.” Brushing his fingertips against her jawline Scott bit his lip, his eyes locked with hers and honestly the way his heart was beating as he was laying there beneath her, it wasn’t human, it was anything but human. They weren’t friends it was clear as he laid there and honestly he didn’t know how she managed to always look heaven like. Leaning in he found himself tugging at her upper lip a small laugh parted his lips the moment he pulled back. It was impossible to not fall in love with her, he could tell. The way his pulse thudded beneath his skin as she kissed him, touched him, or even talked to him.. It was i n s a n e. “Don’t be.. I like it.” There it was, the honest truth. He liked the way she took control and made him lose the small grasp he had on his. The way she made his heart race, the toxicity of her being.. It was absolutely insane. He couldn’t have enough off her. Leaning in Scott pressed his lips against hers again and he swallowed as he pulled back, only to be met by those words of hers which made a laugh escape him and he rested his hand against her cheek. “Only the ones I really really like.” The way the words left his lips was in a soft whisper and honestly there couldn’t be more ways of letting her know just what he felt, yet he couldn’t do it right, it was impossible. He just couldn’t figure out how to do it, how to tell her, how to express himself enough due to how intense it was. Her next move was one which he hadn’t expected and then he found himself being on the ground, his eyes finding hers as she was standing now and he chuckled. Getting up himself he letting her hit him without bothering to stop her. It didn’t hurt, he didn’t even flinch as he looked at her. He was like the trunk of a tree in that moment and it’s as she ducked beneath his arm in which his fingers wrapped around her wrist, pulling her to him and his chest was facing her back, arms pinned behind her and he couldn’t help the small laugh which escaped him. “Bring it on Wright.”
Taylor’s eyes softened as those words left his lips and she was clearly frowning at him now. “Scott being with you..isn’t even close to being a punishment.” She said softly, and wondered why he would even say such a thing. Being playful or not, she didn’t see spending time with him like this as anything other than bliss. “Yeah well..we could always just rent a film and stay in.. We could make spaghetti together or something..” Whoa now, was she the one now asking him out? How had this happened? Not that she didn’t want to go out or on a date or something. She just..wasn’t sure how it worked exactly. The way Scott’s heart was pounding against her hand caused her own pulse to rise. Her heart was thudding erratically in her chest and she exhaled slowly through her nose trying to calm it. “Scott..” She said his name again as he told her not to be sorry, that he liked it. A small smile decorated her face and she sighed softly, clearly at peace with him. Their lips met and everything around them obliterated into a million, beautiful pieces. But it didn’t last long since he pulled back to soon for her liking, leaving an unsatisfied sigh parting her lips. “Oh..” Her cheeks reddened and she looked down, fingers circling his chest and she was blushing like mad now. He really liked her? “Well I don’t kiss everyone who tries to train me.. I only kiss the ones I..um..” She shook her head, his eyes causing her to lose track of her words before a goofy smile crossed her face. “I like kissing you..I mean. I like you and I like kissing you and I just..” She grimaced as she was rambling now, trying to get the right words but it was impossible. They were finally on their feet and she was preoccupied with what they’d just said -- how they both vocalized how they felt. Granted it was obvious considering they were always touching, or kissing. But now it was out there.. She was moving now, elbow crashing against his skin but it wouldn’t do any damage, he was to strong..and muscular. Dear god he was built. The way his muscles rippled and moved when he changed position it was -- he grabbed her and pinned her arms behind her back. Which from what she was trained to do had her stomping on his foot with her heel until he released her and she spun around to look at him, a wide smile on her face. She giggled as she saw he had a smile on his face too and she titled her head to the side. “If I didn’t know any better I’d say you like it when you have me pinned. Should I start calling you Mr. Grey since you like having he all bound up?” She teased, keeping on her toes as she waited his next move. “Are you going to spank me?” She asked playfully as she was circling him now. “Come on Scott..I know you’re just dying to show off.” She taunted, because she knew when he moved she was going to knock his feet out and wrap her arms around his throat -- he just needed to charge at her. “Or..maybe you just really want to kiss me so I’ll shut up?” She offered with a small smile.
“Yeah why not? You won’t be able to say no, so I do think it’s a fair punishment.” He told her, the grin he wore wide as he gazed at her. Biting his lip, his hands moved down to her hips once again, his body pressing against hers slightly. “It’s either a drive in theatre or a good plate of spaghetti down at one of those dinner’s in the french quarter. Either or.” Honestly he didn’t know what she would’ve imagined, but.. He’d say something that would sort of reward the both of them, him more of course considering that she wouldn’t be able to say no to joining him, but he hoped she’d accept his invite no matter if it was one or not. He’d want for her to actually wish to join him at either of those places. Scott knew that the first couple of nights had been rough for her at his place, yet he knew they’d both made progress. He was helping her heal, and he wouldn’t stop helping her, even if it was the kind of wound that would never close. Scott’s hand rested against the side of her neck as she pulled back, the other one gripping her hip gently as he let his brown orbs scan over her face, his lips parting as he looked at her. His heart raced inside the male’s chest, teeth sinking into his bottom lip to stop himself from saying anything which might ruin the moment. He was afraid, afraid of not being enough for the girl sitting on his lap. Perhaps he was, or maybe he wasn’t.. Scott wasn’t sure but he found himself wondering what was going through his mind in that moment, because the alpha was honestly not able to think of anything else. The way the sun rays hit her face had to be perfect it made the corners of his lips pull up, forcing a smile onto his face. She was what he needed, it was clear in that moment. The way her presence clouded his mind, intoxicated him and forced him to forget about anything and anyone else in the world. It was perfect, but not more than the way her simple touch or the sweet sound of her voice made him feel like. Whatever it was that they both shared.. To Scott it was s p e c i a l. At her suggestion the male nodded slowly. He knew it was a fair deal so of course he wouldn’t say no. “Deal.” He finally said, fingertips brushing against the side of her neck as he gazed up at her. Scott was about to lean up again to press his lips to hers once more, but then her voice broke through and he swallowed. Red orbs widened at her words and a nervous laugh left his lips. The suggestive tone within her voice made the male bite his lip. He knew he had to answer that question of hers, so he decided to be honest with her. Squeezing his eyes shut the male shook his head quickly, grin widening as he opened them again. Letting his thumb brush across her chin the male let his now brown eyes catch her gaze. “You may be making me really nervous. In a good way not a bad one but..” Pausing softly a sigh parted his lips. “Basically you are making my heart r a c e a little too fast.” Taking her hand, he proceeded to rest it on her chest just above his heart. He was sure that she could feel the way it hammered against his ribcage. “See.. It’s kind of your fault.” He breathed yet the tone of his voice was playful. It’s then in which he let go of her hand, his gaze fluttering to her lips only for him to lean in, yet he wasn’t going to kiss her. He was just tricking her. Resting his palm against her cheek the male brushed his thumb across her bottom lip as he ran his nose down the length of hers and just as he was about to let his lips brush against her own, Scott moved quickly only to roll her over and his hands moved to her wrists pinning them above her head and he chuckled softly. “All right let the game begin.”
“Scott you know..a punishment is well..suppose to punish.” Taylor pointed out with a small smile on her face. Giving it away that she clearly wouldn’t find any displeasure in them going out for a film. That in fact she would love to go to the cinema with him and see some movie and just..have fun. But what they were doing right now was fun, training together though that had led to a pretty intense make-out session between the both of them. “Well..why not dinner and a movie?” Taylor found herself asking with a small playful smile on her face as her hands rested on the front of his broad chest. She’d never really noticed just how many muscles he had until they began training and working out together. Though, working out usually consisted of him showing off with his super alpha powers and she’d be less than impressed. Alright, she was a liar now. He was god damn adorable when he smiled while showing off. She was looking over his face as she was on top of him and she briefly wondered if they were ever going to go anywhere. Clearly they weren’t friends but were they a couple? He had never said anything and she was to afraid to. Hell, she’d never had a boyfriend before. She’d read a lot sure. Rebekah offered advice here and there but...well Rebekah and Taylor had vast differences when it came to the male gender. The movement of his red orbs made her smile softly, pulling her out from her day-dream. His words and the way he moved her hand forced her lips to part. His heart was beating so fast...it was no wonder.. A dark blush seeped into her cheeks as she realized that she was the one who caused this reaction for him. “Oh..” She mumbled, her tongue wetting her lips as she looked over his face. “I’m sorry..” She said, but the smile on her face clearly showed off she was less than sorry. He released her hand and started moving towards her again, forcing her heart to stop. “Scott..” His name left her lips in a whisper and he didn’t do what she expected. In a sudden huff of air and movements she was pinned down to the ground with him on top of her. She tried to ignore the feelings that went through her at the weight of his body on top of her own. She couldn’t help the remark coming form her lips. “Do you kiss everyone you fight..” She mumbled and her eyes searched his face as her muscles tensed beneath him, and she quickly wrapped her legs around his waist and pushed until he was off of her. Quick on her feet she was in position and grinned at him. “Bring it on McCall.” Taylor said before running towards him and her elbow collided with his side, and her first with his shoulder and she quickly moved away from him, ducking beneath his arm and she smirked at him.
A soft laugh left the male’s lips, his gaze drifting from hers to the ground for a brief moment before their gazes met again, a goofy smile on his lips. “Well..” He began, his voice a whisper. His fingertips were brushing against the side of her neck, gaze locked onto hers and he let his tongue trace slowly over his bottom lip. He wasn’t entirely sure what to tell her, he just knew that.. Whenever she was near him his heart seemed to beat quicker, skip several beats and that buzzing electricity between them. It was something there, something that just became thicker as the seconds passed. “I’m sure I could come up with something.” He finally said, a breathy laugh parting his lips. “Like for example I dunno.. Make you join me to one of those drive-in theaters? I’m pretty sure they’ve got to have one in New Orleans.” Perhaps he was suggesting it along the lines of a ‘date’, yet it was something that the male found himself being too afraid to admit. He didn’t have the guts and honestly he didn’t get how and why she seemed to decide to spend his time with him. He was sure there was someone else who could entertain her more than he did, but god whatever the reason behind her decision was the male couldn’t be more thankful. Having her tell him that she liked him too made his lips part, only for a goody smile to adorn his features moments after. It was clear to see in his face that he couldn’t believe it, that he was surprised and that he turned out to be a very lucky guy. Biting down onto his bottom lip, Scott tilted his head as he let his thumb tug at her bottom lip gently only to brush across her jaw softly. He felt her nose brush against hers and his eyes closed the nerves he felt growing. The alpha found himself missing the way her lips had felt upon his own, he was aching to kiss her, wishing to be able to share the language of unspoken words with the brunette once again. It was the one thing he wanted, the one thing he truly wanted. Scott wished to know her, he wished to be able to get to know her and it was as if slowly his dream were to be coming true. He leaned in to kiss her only for her to push him and knock them over, his back hitting the floor as both his hands rested on her hips and he chuckled, only to swallow as he noticed how exactly the both of them were positioned. Her lips pecking his seemed to ignite the blood in his veins, and he could feel every fiber in his body vibrating as she sat on top of him, leaning down to whisper those words which made him bite his lip. He liked her if it wasn’t obvious, he really fucking liked her. “Well.. I want to know e v e r y t h i n g about you.” The sentence leaving his lips couldn’t have been more true in that moment an he was rewarded with her lips brushing against his, only to kiss him and push him into that spell of hers. Her scent was intoxicating, clouding his mind as it only added to the effect she was having. His pulse quickened once again, brown irises turning into red ones beneath his eyelids without even being aware and soon enough she pulled away, a breathless groan parting his lips. It was a clear sign of complaint on his part. “Sure..” It was all he had to say, but then he realized what she was asking him to do and his eyes opened. Red orbs scanning the brunette’s face. “I wouldn’t want to hurt you..” It is clear to see that he cared, there was no way in the world that he didn’t, and the way his eyes looked into hers, even if they were dark red.. It gave away how he felt about here, how he felt. “We can go for a round two.. But I will hold back, a bit.”
Taylor’s lips parted at him as shock crossed her features before she couldn’t stop the smile on her face. “That would be what you would do..if I hadn’t passed? Go to see a film?” She asked softly, teeth sinking into her bottom lip. The pink flesh turned white as she gazed at him, her lip wanting to spread into a smile but her teeth kept it at bay. Honestly Taylor would sit and watch paint dry with Scott -- he was such an interesting guy. He could hold a conversation, he was wicked smart, funnier than most, and above all else he seemed to really..well like her. Which given her past (which was nothing) .. it was a nice change. Usually Rebekah was the one to have men fawn at her every whim but being here with Scott..it felt nice to be wanted. It felt nice to be in his arms or to feel his lips pressing against her own. Or the greedy movement of his hands across her torso. It was pure bliss for her. She should be crying somewhere and writhing in agony at the things she had just learned so many days ago. But, being with Scott she was able to forget, to be happy and enjoy what small pleasure life had to offer. Like listening to a handsome guy tell you how much they liked you, and to feel his hot mouth against your own. It was...amazing. Even though she liked being with Scott and feeling how his body pressed against hers, she was still lacking very much in experience when it came to..dating and everything else. Which was why she found herself pushing against him until they were on the forest floor. Their laughter filled the wilderness around them and suddenly a different type of electricity was thrumming between them. She felt..hot. Her skin blazing with unknown desire and she swallowed back the lust forming in her throat. The way she was kissing him was enough to make her want to just..stay like that and become one with nature. But..she forced herself to stop. She barely knew him..they were just starting to really to get to know one another..she couldn’t do that. The groan that left his lips caused her stomach to tighten and she giggled. Scott’s eyes were still red, and she wasn’t afraid. She knew it wasn’t from anger -- but..well something else that made his pulse erratic. The same something that had her cheeks turning red. “Tell you what..” She started as she tilted her head to the side, running her fingers through her pony-tail. “If you win, we’ll go see that movie..and I’ll let you pick it.” She smiled softly. “But if I win.. I get to pick the film and where we watch it.” She titled her head to the side, finding the compromise to be a good one. But of course, they lived together..so..it wasn’t like they would really lose. She could always pay him back. “Deal?” She asked with a small grin. “Fine, you can hold back a bit even if I know you won’t hurt me. Though Scott..” Taylor couldn’t resist. “Why are your eyes still red?” She asked and by the tone to her voice, it was clear she had her assumptions.
Deciding it would be a good idea, Taylor was going to surprise Rebekah with a breakfast and day of shopping. The two girls hand’t been spending as much time together as they used to, and honestly? Taylor missed it. Not bothering to knock when she arrived to the compound, she used her old keys and made herself at home. The overwhelming smell of food immediately got Taylors attention and she found herself walking towards the kitchen. “Bex?!” Taylor called out her best friend’s name as she walked into the kitchen and was met with broad shoulders and a body that went one for days. “You’re not Rebekah..” Taylor said softly to the shirtless man who was cooking and she tried to keep her eyes on his face..though her lips twitched into a shy smile. What had she walked into..? “Uhm..hi.” She said softly, the smile never leaving her face.
She pulled back and Scott bit his lip his gaze opening after several seconds and soon enough their eyes met. What he didn’t know though was the glowing of his now red eyes. His cheeks were flushed, breathing erratic as he gazed into her hazel eyes but then she leaned in pecking his lips before pulling back again and he found himself sucking in his bottom lip. Her words made his brows raise and he swallowed. “Am I?” It was clear that he wasn’t aware, but he should’ve known yet he hadn’t. He was nervous now, because he didn’t want her to be afraid even if she wasn’t. It was something which made him feel confident, and it was clear to see in the way his lips managed to curve into a smile. She wasn’t afraid, she accepted him for who he was. It made him feel.. Cared for and at home even. At her question the male nodded slowly, his fingertips resting against her face as he gazed at her, yet he didn’t let her down. “Yeah well.. I think you passed my test.” He murmured and a small breathy laughed passed his lips, before he leaned in and captured hers again. The red in his eyes hadn’t even faded and he knew he was pushing himself to his limits. His lips kept moving against her own, delicately and gently, letting himself drag out the moment they were sharing. His hand resting against her cheek moved to tangle itself in her hair. Kisses slow and soft and it was a language they both were learning together. He stops kissing her for a brief moment and he rests his forehead against hers. “I uhm.. Whatever this is between us I.. Really like it.” He whispered, his hand moving down to her cheek. “I really like you..” There it was, the alpha opening his heart up to the girl, allowing her to access the deepest depths to his hearts. His heart opened again the red within them not having faded yet, but he found himself not caring. He liked her, in fact the time he spent with her.. It was one of the things he enjoyed the most in his daily life. “Thank you..” He murmured and this time he did pull back a bit, his red orbs scanning over her features. “For letting me get to know you..” It was something he really meant, something he was more than thankful of. Meeting her.. He knew he’d met the right decision with his pack in moving to the messed up town he now lived in. He somehow felt.. Whole with her.
“Oh did I? Huh..what would you have done if I didn’t?” Taylor found herself asking out of raw curiosity. Everything was still new to the brunette. Supernaturals. Fighting. Falling for someone. Learning her family was gone as was her hometown. It was all so much to take in she wondered how she managed. But being with Scott? It kept her balanced. He kept her balanced. Scott laughed but soon he was pressing his mouth to hers once more. The intensity of this kiss left her breathless by the time he pulled away once more. “Me too..” She found herself murmuring, one of her hands moving to stroke his cheek. “I really, really like you.” She mumbled before leaning in to brush his nose with her own. Their hearts were exposed to one another and she felt..alive. Her eyes searched his face as he thanked her, at first is words confused her. But then confusion disappeared and affection took its place. “You make it sound like you know me..” Taylor murmured playfully and pushed with all of her strength as her back was against the tree to knock them over. She was giggling as she pressed her lips softly to his. “But we’re just getting started..” The kissing between had he full of energy..and since she was shy about doing more..she decided. “How about round 2? This time you don’t hold back?” She suggested.
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