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

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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Of all her possible responses to seeing his shower, her turning it on and heading toward naked had not been one he anticipated. He hadn't truly seen her naked, either, not with physical eyes, at least, and his gaze moved over her skin as it was revealed.

Stepping forward, his hand closed over hers and he leaned in, lips close to her ear. "Let me help you with that..."

He suited actions to words, finishing the unzipping and then slowly pushed her dress off her shoulders and watched as it fell to the ground, revealing even more skin, as well as the ruined scraps of what had been her panties. That just reminded him of what she'd tasted like, how she'd felt when he was inside her and he almost moaned.

She smirked as she dropped her hand to her side again, a little shiver working through her body as his mouth brushed against her ear and his finger trailed over her back. Stepping out of her dress when it fell to the ground, she reached back to unsnap her bra, taking it off and tossing it aside as well. After that it was only her heels and ruined panties, leaving her completely nude.

Then, without looking at him yet, she walked over, opened the door and stepped into the shower with a small smirk.

A gentleman might have asked if she wanted company, even though the signs were clear that she did. Peter just went with the signs. He kicked off his shoes and pulled off his socks while she still had her back to him, then worked on the buttons of his shirt, shrugging it off when he got it undone.

His pants and boxers were next, efficiently sliding off and then he stepped in, as well, pulling the door closed behind him.

Lydia would never believe the claim that Peter was a gentleman though and so she expected him to join her in the shower. Turning her head slightly to look at him, she studied him with a small smirk before tipping her head back to enjoy the water falling over her.

For his part, Peter enjoyed her look and enjoyed looking. Heaven knew he wasn't insecure about how he looked clothed or not. Wolf genes were good for a lot of things, and lean strength was one of them.

While she enjoyed the water, he leaned against the back wall of the shower, enjoying the view of the water sliding over her. He reached out to trace it with fingertips down her spine, but otherwise didn't touch. Yet.

Lydia wasn't at all insecure about her body either. She didn't have wolf genes like he did but she knew she looked good. Soft and curvy but still firm in all the right places. That and she knew he liked what he saw as she could feel the heat in his gaze almost like a physical touch.

Sliding her fingers through her hair, she tipped her head back with a soft noise as his fingers ran over her spine. Her hair looked darker now, molten red under the water, nearly touching the curve of her ass now that her head was back. Then she turned slowly to look at him, straightening as her lashes flickered under the spray of water.

She didn't say anything yet though. Just watched.

He did like what he saw...more than anything, anyone, else he'd ever looked at. His hungry gaze kept focused on her while he touched her and lingered when she turned around. Not even bothering to pretend like he wasn't watching, Peter looked over her slowly, taking in the darker fall of her hair, the fair skin, the rosy nipples on perfect breasts. Flat stomach, the curve of her hips, the red curls between her legs: he looked at it all, a smile curving his lips that was more...real for a moment, made some of the cynicism, the harder edges slip away.

Shifting a step toward her, he reached out to touch again, one fingertip down her side until his hand settled at her waist and pulled her to him.

It was the genuine smile that caused something to twist and loosen inside of her. It was the glimpse of something real, the real man, under the monster she had known that made it easier to let go of some of the past pain and hatred. It was foolish to let go so easily, she knew that. It didn't mean she was over it though or that he wouldn't have to pay, or make up, for some of the things he had done but....she found herself smiling a little in response when he stepped closer to touch him.

Then she closed the distance between them as he pulled at her. "This doesn't mean you're off the hook." She informed him then, her voice soft even over the falling water that surrounded them.

Peter knew what she meant, didn't need the words to know the smile wasn't absolution, not yet. But it was a step and more of one than the heated teasing and coupling in the park.

His hand slid around to rest at the small of her back, the other one lifting to caress her neck--no threat this time, just a touch that slid around to cradle the back of her neck, fingers lightly massaging there, under her hair.

"I know." His words were as soft as hers, his gaze more serious, even though there was a rare warmth there, almost, maybe, a vulnerability, if only for a moment. "I'll make it up to you, I swear." And there was a sense of oathtaking there, not just words said to wriggle out of something.

Her lashes fluttered as his hand slid to the back of her neck, causing her to relax into him further as his fingers massaged over the tension that she had been holding there.

She nodded, hoping he knew she wasn't going to promise him anything more at the moment but she found herself smiling a little more as he promised to make up for what he had done in the past. "I suppose we'll wait and see, won't we?"

Peter kept up the gentle massage, his other hand sliding to her lower back and massaging there lightly as well. He nodded, as well. Already she'd given him more than he'd expected, honestly. There was no way to count this except as a success.

"We will."

She hadn't expected any of this either or to feel even remotely comfortable around him but there she was with no intention of leaving right away.

Tilting her head as he continued to touch her, she finally pushed up onto her toes to bring her face to his neck where she brushed her lips over his skin, tasting the water and the hint of him underneath.

The little touch, simple as it was, somehow eased some of his tension. He kept up his own gentle touches, lightly massaging, working out tension he knew was at least partly his fault. His head tilted for her lips, eyes falling closed and he gently tugged her a little bit closer.

The tension wasn't completely his fault but his presence hadn't helped there for a little while. Still, it as easing now under his touch and under the hum of anticipation as she worked up to nip at his earlobe.

Peter shivered at the nip, the sensation going straight to his cock. His hands kept up the massaging pressure over her skin, tracing her curves with firm touches, learning the lines of her body.

Lydia caught his earlobe between her teeth again, biting gently before letting go with a slow tug and then pressing a soft kiss below his ear. She was enjoying the feel of his hands on her in the meantime, causing the heat to sink lower till she felt a familiar tingle between her legs.

Curling her fingers under his chin, she turned his head while lifting her own, making brief eye contact as she leaned in to kiss him on the mouth.

Peter growled softly at the bite, though the next shiver that ran over him confirmed it as a growl of pleasure--as did the further hardening of his cock. He moved with her fingers, looking down at her slightly quizzically.

Then her lips were on his and his breath stopped for a moment, time seeming to stop. Silly, perhaps, to invest such a great deal into a meeting of mouths, but he'd refrained from it so carefully all night. All he could think of was the way they'd kissed in her head before she'd realized who he was.

The memory of that moment of realization was not one which he would provoke willingly.

But he was kissing her back anyway, hands sliding up to tangle in her hair and tugging her closer against him.

Despite what had happened in the park, she had needed to be the one to initiate the first kiss because she probably wouldn't have accepted it otherwise. Now she gave a soft sigh of pleasure into the kiss as his hands went to her hair and she moved against him till his back hit the shower wall.

Breaking the kiss long enough to change the angle, she kissed him harder the second time, letting the heat and hunger build till her tongue slipped between his lips and over his tongue. She could feel how hard he was against her stomach and she couldn't resist rubbing against him, shivering as she did.

Peter backed up with her urging, leaning against the cold of the wall and feeling the temperature differences between the water, the tile and her. She was soft against him in all the right places, slick from the shower, which made him think of other slickness. His cock twitched in reaction to that thought, and he bit back a moan.

He rocked his hips into her, matching her rubbing, and he did moan, then. One hand slid back to the small of her back, resting right above the curve of her ass, as his tongue met hers, tangled with it, focused in on that particular dance for now.

He was a lot more built that she could remember but she supposed that was fitting. Either way, she could admit that he looked good and he felt better than that as he slid against her, matching the motion of her hips by rocking against her in a way that made her moan. She could feel his cock bumping against her stomach and she couldn't resist touching him by sliding a hand between their bodies to brush her fingers along the length of him since she hadn't gotten to do so before.

Peter's knees literally went weak when her hand brushed over him. It didn't matter how simple the touch was; she was touching him. Maybe it shouldn't have been so profound, but he shivered from it and moaned low in his throat.

His hips rocked back into her slowly, fingertips trailing down until he could cradle her breast again, lightly circling around it to the peak of her nipple. These touches were softer, gentler than before, too, and that gave them a different level of intimacy, too, he was finding.

But it was profound in its own way as it was a form of acceptance. Even if she hadn't forgiven him, even if she was going to make him work to make it up to her for everything he had done, this was still her accepting him on some level. But it was more than a purely physical level because there was no denying there was something between them and had been since he first forged the link between them that night he tried to change her.

Letting out a sigh against his mouth, she arched against him as he started to touch her in turn, her nipple tightening as his finger swirled around the dusky rose peak. Shifting her hand, she slid her thumb over the tip of his cock, smoothing out the pearl of wetness that was starting to leak from him to mix with the water that covered them both.

That pull back to her had startled him when he first felt it. All he'd done--he'd known what it could let him do, but hadn't exactly thought through the consequences. He'd needed her; he'd used her.

And then he'd wanted her. Alive again and blood flowing through him and the seduction that had been a way past her defenses stayed with him, haunting him the way he'd haunted her. That he'd managed to stay away for as long as he had was probably a miracle.

He groaned against her lips as she continued to touch him, some of that need leaking through with the physical. His hands stroked over her as his mouth left hers and trailed down the column of her throat, kissing and nibbling and catching water-droplets that tasted like her on his tongue.

There were too many questions, too many things to figure out but she didn't want to think about it right now. So she let the physical consume her, letting her mind shut down in a pleasant manner as she let her head fall back so his mouth had easier access to her neck, causing her breath to shudder again as he continued.

She could have stroked him to completion, she had no doubt about that, but she wanted to prolong their inevitable release for a little while longer. So she gave him one last stroke before moving her hand over his hip and around to his ass, gripping and tugging him closer.

The physical was something he could lose himself in easily and if she was focusing there, then so was he. His lips continued their path across her throat, nibbling and nipping, licking now and then. Down her neck, a nip at the join of shoulder and neck, across the line of her collarbone and back up the other side, paying just as much attention. He suckled a little at the skin over her pulse, softly, though, not trying to raise a mark on her skin, no matter how tempting.

He didn't need to mark her--he'd done that two years ago, and her side still bore the faint scars he'd left there. His. Always.

Peter actually whimpered when her hand left him, but he had the heat of her against him again when she pulled him close, and he rocked against her lightly, sliding against her skin as his hands ran over her with more intimate touches in turn.

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

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