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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Yes, this was definitely easier. The press and slide of their bodies was intoxicating as she let out another low moan. Rocking back against him to meet his thrusts, she let the rhythm consume her as she clenched around him every time he pressed deep, the drag of friction causing her to pant a little more.

Then the feel of his finger over her clit had her gasping with a shudder, the pulse and the growing need to come intensifying. "Fuck fuck fuck..." Her hand slid against the wall like she was looking for something to hold onto.

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He had to chuckle at the cursing, the need behind it. Each clench of her body around him was hard enough to resist, urging him higher and harder and he increased the pressure of his thrusts in reaction. He nipped harder, almost certainly leaving a mark at the join of her neck and shoulder and circled his finger around her more deliberately.

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All of it, even the nip on her shoulder, drove her further and faster towards the edge. It wasn't long till she was gasping and moaning with each thrust, her eyes clenched closed as she rocked back against him, shuddering. Her skin felt too tight for her frame as the pressure continued to build to the point of exploding.

She cried out his name then, surprising herself though it didn't matter a second later as her release swept over her and pulled her under.

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As Lydia met him, Peter sped up, the heat between them almost making the water seem cool, though it hadn't truly dropped in temperature. Her abandonment increased his own, and he gave himself over to it completely. It was almost a shock to feel her coming while at the same time being the most obvious thing--what this was leading to, as it were,

His fingers tightened on her and his teeth scored over her instinctively as his name bounced off the tile and back to him. With a moan and a final hard thrust, he came, spilling into her in pulses and little jerks of his hips.

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It had been a long time since she had felt any sort of loss of control. The complete abandonment was stunning, enough to make her shudder again as his teeth scored over her skin and left her vibrating as the lingering waves of her release continued to roll through her till she was sure she would collapse if he wasn't holding her up.

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Peter was glad he hadn't pressed her against the wall the way he had the statue, as his knees weren't all that steady, really. He was staying up and could do the same for her, but if he'd had her in his arms...

He shuddered in response to each clench of her muscles, each shiver over her skin. His lips replaced his teeth, though, moving over her skin with delicate precision, tracing the marks starting to show already, pale as she was.

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Panting softly, Lydia tipped her head back against his as he pressed his lips to her skin, raising a wash of tingles as he traced the marks she was starting to feel.

"Are we done in here?" She asked softly, not wanting to admit out loud that she couldn't stand for much longer but that didn't make it any less true.

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Peter smiled a little against her skin and nodded, shifting back from her, easing out of her slowly, but keeping an arm around her for a moment. "I think so, yes. Even as good as the water heater is, it's not going to hold up much longer..."

Though he was less certain about what to do with her, now--if she'd want to stay, if he should take her back to her dorm. He wanted her to stay, but tonight had already offered so much more than he'd been expecting, he didn't know how to expect any more.

He reached to shut the water off, though, and stepped out of the shower to find her a towel and hand it over.

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Lydia should leave soon, she knew that, but it was like being put under a spell where more and more she wanted to stay with him. Near him. It was easier to exist without being concerned about what had happened in the past or what would happen in the future.

Stepping out of the shower, she took the towel to wrap it around herself. She was silent as she continued to mull over what to do next.

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Peter snagged his own towel and dried off before wrapping it around his waist. He watched her, giving her space, but staying close enough that it didn't seem like he was pulling away. He was all right with silence, for all he liked to snark, and he maintained it for a bit, before moving to lean against the counter and study her.

"You're welcome to stay, but I'll take you back to your dorm, if you want. I will say, the bed is the most comfortable I could find, and there's no one running up and down the halls drunk and screaming."

What? He'd gone to college. He knew what domes were like.

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"Oh, you're good, aren't you?" Lydia remarked with a smirk as he sold her on the idea of staying with him within seconds. He was right, though. The idea of staying away from the dorm, away from all the idiots and the noise, was actually appealing. Plus there was a comforting sort of peace to his part of town, and even his home, that she couldn't deny.

"I'll stay." She clarified then as she started back towards the bedroom. "But you better have really good coffee for the morning."

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"Very," Peter replied with a smirk. He'd been demonstrating how good all night.

He smiled at her decision to stay, but tried not to show just how happy it made him. Instead, he inclined his head. "I have excellent coffee. Also, Cafe du Monde isn't far."

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"I'll need coffee before we get up and go out anywhere." She informed him before turning around to look at him again. "Do you have a shirt I can borrow?"

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"I have coffee," he reassured her. "Also shirts."

Moving back into his bedroom, Peter fished a t-shirt out of his dresser then brought it to her. It had a v-neck he thought would show off her curves nicely, but was long enough to at least pretend to cover everything.

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Lydia eyed the shirt as he passed it over to her but she didn't complain as she tugged it on and let the towel fall away as she did. The low neckline showed off a great deal of cleavage while the material hugged her curves and ended about mid-thigh. If she bent over for any reason, there would be no covering her modesty since she didn't bother grabbing her underwear.

"Do you have any bottled water?" She asked, ready to head to the kitchen if he gave her the say so.

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Peter admired the way she looked in the shirt, gaze running over her slowly and deliberately, imprinting the image in his mind. After a moment, though, he smiled a little and nodded.

"I do. You want me to get you some?"

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"No, I can get it." She started towards the bedroom door as she brushed some hair back from her face. "Do you want one?"

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He looked surprised at the offer, for whatever reason, but nodded. "That would be great, thanks."

The idea of her wandering around the house was sort of...nice, actually, and he moved to turn down the bed, flipping on the bedside light as he did.

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Lydia nodded her head, slipping out of the room and making her way down the stairs. It gave her another chance to look around casually as she walked to the kitchen and over to the fridge. It was a comfortable place to be in, probably a home she would have even chosen for herself if she had been in the right circumstances.

It made her wonder briefly if he had taken some of her taste into mind while choosing the place. A weird thought to have, really.

Appearing in his room about five minutes later, she handed over a bottle before moving to claim the right side of the bed, sliding onto the mattress while cracking her bottle open.

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Peter listened while she moved around the house; listened to her moving, to her finding the water, to the wandering steps. He got the bed turned down and smiled a little when she came back, feeling himself breathing easily again when she did.

He took the water and the left side of the bed, settling comfortably before taking a sip. "Is there anything else you need?"

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Lydia hated to admit that even for a minute she was unsure of herself. Usually she would just leave by now, saving the whole staying the night with...well, she hadn't done that since the last night she had spent with Jackson. Strange that he hadn't crossed her mind mostly all night and the realization drew her gaze back to Peter.

"No." She slid her legs under the edge of the blanket, placing the bottle on the bedside stand. "I'm good." She rolled onto her side, his shirt twisting around her slender frame.

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Peter slid into the bed, shifting to face her, gaze shuttered, mostly from wariness and his own uncertainty and not knowing how to deal with this ever. He had no idea when the last time was he'd had someone in his bed, staying there. Before the fire, certainly.

"All right." He reached out to brush a damp strand of her hair back, tucking it behind her ear.

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As uncertain as she was, Lydia gave him a look as she noticed the look on his face. "Just relax, okay?" She told him as his fingers brushed over her ear.

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"I'm relaxed," he lied, with a bit more of a smile.

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"You look like you're going to burst out of your skin at any moment." She pointed out, knowing full well that he was lying to her.