When you came in the air went out (for wantadistraction)

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New Orleans was vibrant and alive--admittedly with problematic elements, like all the dead things walking around undead. Peter had watched them for his first few nights in the Quarter and caught a few of them watching back. They hadn't made any moves toward him though, either considering him not a threat or not knowing what to make of him. If they weren't going to bother him, then he resolved to not bother them, either.

There weren't any other wolves, though, and he wasn't sure if that was good--no one to challenge or treat with over territory--or bad--where were they? Granted, it was a big city, and wolves traditionally liked to live closer to somewhere they could easily run, and for the moment he'd filed it away as that and been grateful. Since he intended to stay for a while, making nice in someone else's territory would have been awkward.

Better to just claim it as his own.

He bought a house in the Garden District, with enough trees around it for privacy, and a certain mysterious charm, wanting to be close to the Quarter, but not right in the midst of the noise. Besides--the Garden District was where Tulane was. And Tulane? 

Well, that was where Lydia was.

By careful observation, he'd worked out most of her schedule, knew which dorm she was in, which room, which window. The campus was lovely with lots of shaded areas and overhanging trees and he'd managed to find a bench under one with a perfect view--if you had a wolf's vision. Jeans, a broken in blazer and a leather messenger bag and anyone catching him reading there figured he was a professor. At night, he found it easy to blend in to the shadows, watching until she closed her blinds.

He didn't spend every night there, of course. Really. Just enough to know she was all right, that no one was bothering her. Enough to snarl at every boy who walked her home or he suspected of doing more. Interestingly...a couple of them seemed to drop out of school, disappear, shortly after any such encounter. Not that he had anything to do with that. Really.

She was his. He'd marked her, chosen her, bonded with her. He'd only been waiting for her to grow up before coming to claim her.

Now she had; and here he was.

He hadn't approached her, yet. The perfect time hadn't come. But he'd been in her room, breathing in her scent, leaving his though only another wolf or one of the dead things would catch it, know she belonged to someone.  He never took anything, but he left a long stem rose on her pillow each visit. Blood red, thorns still on. He came at different times, always careful to vary them, to stick to the shadows in case she'd left a camera running. Usually he did it when she was out, but once he'd slipped in, leaving it for her while she showered, and another morning she would have awakened to it next to her, like a token from a lover.

Which it was.

Tonight, she'd gone down to the Quarter with friends, and Peter followed. Watched the boys who bought her drinks, watched her dancing, laughing, followed her along crowded streets. Eventually she'd separate from the pack, and he'd follow, then, too.

He was tired of waiting.

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The desperation fueled her own as everything twisted up inside of her, building again to a near frenzied pitch as she knew she was so close once more but she wanted him to go over first. "Please please..." She started to whimper, her nails pressing into the back of his neck where she had a hand in his hair again.

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Those were words he'd waited for, wanted, but hadn't been willing to demand. Given freely, they broke him. His hips sped up just a bit more, and then he cried out, the sound hoarse and yet sharp in the night air. His body shuddered, hips bucking against her as he pressed as deep as he could and spilled into her.

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Teh soft noises she made rose in pitch as he moved faster and it wasn't long before she was chasing him over the edge, clenching and crying out as she came with him. Despite having come already, the release was long and hard, ripping through her as she tightened her thighs around his hips, clinging until she went slack against him with a shudder.

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Her release prolonged his, milking him til he was spent, trembling a little against her. His heart was racing, breath uneven, and he rested his forehead against her temple, just holding her until he felt steady enough to disentangle himself, ease back from her, set her down gently. Stepping back a bit as he did his pants back up, Peter's gaze was intent on her face, though he was silent, for the moment.

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Her head was still spinning by the time he eased back to set her down on her own two feet and she watched him, almost warily, as he stepped back to do up his pants while watching her face. Licking her lips, she pushed her skirt back down into place, smoothing it over so she didn't look so completely mussed.

"Well then..." She murmured, her voice still holding a note of huskiness.

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His look was almost as wary, watching her. The scent of sex in the air--him, her, mingling the way they were--had him wanting to linger, to reach for her and breathe her in. He did reach out, brushing her hair slowly back, smoothing it down.

His hand dropped away slowly and he took another step back. "Let me get you a cab."

Clearly he didn't know what to say, now.

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And again, whatever she was expecting, that wasn't it and she was blinking at him again as he brushed some hair back from her face.

"So now you're dismissing me?" She asked, surprising herself with the hint of defensiveness in her tone.

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"What?" Peter looked bemused and shook his head. "No! I just thought..."

She might want to run away. Or needed time to process. Or to want a shower. Or freak out.

God, he didn't know what people did after sex in a park after a past like theirs, okay? Or after sex in a park at all, for that matter.

"I thought you might...want me to go."

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Lydia was conflicted. What could she really suggest? That he come back to her dorm with her? No, that wasn't really a possibility but it wasn't like she wanted to just be easily dismissed either. She was the one who did the dismissing when it came to boys and sex but Peter had always thrown her off kilter. Sometimes he threw her completely over and left her world upside down so she was scrambling to get everything right again.

"You're right. You should go." Or she should want him to go.

It all left her frowning quizzically at time as she tried to figure out what she wanted balanced with what was right.

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"I'm not just going to leave you in a deserted park," he said, frowning, as well. On that point he was clear. Thus the...getting her a taxi home, somewhere safe.

Her quizzical frown left him trying to wonder what she really wanted, since she didn't seem so certain about him going. Reaching out, he took her hand.

"Nevermind the taxi. I have my car. Come on."

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Okay, she had to appreciate that he wasn't going to just leave her in a deserted park though it was such a strange counterpart to the things he had done in the past. Not including the last few moments.

Then she blinked as he grabbed her hand to start tugging her along with him. Dealing with him was definitely odd. "So are you just in New Orleans for..." For her? "Are you living here?"

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He was glad she didn't fight him and led them back to the street, back toward where he'd parked his car.

"I bought a house in the Garden District," he told her with a nod and a sideways glance.

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"The Garden District?" She echoed before pursing her lips even though she couldn't really claim she was surprised. And yet a tiny bit of her was as he had moved all the way to New Orleans to buy a house near she was just to be with her.

"Look." She tugged at his hand to stop him again, waiting for him to turn and face her. "Let's go over this again. Just what are you expecting here, Peter?"

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"Mmhmm..." He stopped when she did, turning back to look at her, frowning slightly at the question.

"Expecting?" His head tilted a little. "I told you. I came for you."

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"Yes, but I need you to explain it more than that." She replied reasonably, her eyes narrowing a little. "Do you mean a one time thing? A few times to get the itch out?"

Then she frowned warily. "Or do you mean a more...permanent thing?"

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Peter lifted his free hand to wind one of her curls around a finger, rubbing over it gently.

"Do you think I could ever be satisfied with a few times, Lydia?" He arched an eyebrow. "I bought a house."

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Her long lashes flickered ever so softly when his hand slid into her hair again.

Her heart thumped as she wet her lips in reaction to his words, still wary. "You bought a house." She echoed again. "You expect me to move in with you?"

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He shook his head a little. "Not now. I know you need time to realize you belong with me. I bought the house, because I'm not going anywhere in the meantime. I can wait."

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Lydia opened her mouth and then closed it before finally speaking. "You know how that sounds, right? Considering everything that happened?"

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Peter continued stroking that single curl gently, though he was watching her intently.

"I know. Doesn't make it any less true"

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"I mean, sex is one thing? Buying a house and saying that we belong together is another." She pointed out, looking at him as though she were trying to figure out some great equation that actually had her stumped for once.

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Peter tilted his head, looking down at her, then he shrugged a little. "Yes, it is."

And that fact didn't mean much to him. He knew what he wanted, who he wanted. "And it's still true."

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Lydia could see now that reasoning with him wasn't going to work, studying him for a moment before she let out a little sigh. "Let's go, I'm starting to get cold."

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One of Peter's particular skills was in making logic work for him and refusing to acknowledge it when it didn't. It was how he'd justified avenging family by killing family, after all. Her comment had him moving again, though, hand firm around hers. "The car is just up here..."

They were back near people, though he stayed off Bourbon Street, moving toward a side street where he'd found a parking spot. After the car with the remote, he opened the door for her, hand shifting to usher her in, but not letting go.

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Lydia was fairly quiet as she walked with him to his car, musing silently as she worked through everything that had happened. Noticing his car then, she gave it an appreciative once over before letting him help her into his car.

Then she was sitting and he was still holding her hand which made her look upwards with a curious arch to her brow. "Are you going to stand there all night or drive me home?"