work_inprogress | 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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It really wasn't hard to figure out what it was he thought he wanted but she still found herself needing to ask.

"What is it you want?" She asked ever so softly, feeling breathless and just a touch dizzy as she watched his face closely.

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Peter's thumb traced very lightly over her cheek again, and he ducked his head to half-nuzzle, half-nibble along her jaw to her ear.

"You."

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The action stole her breath then as the nuzzle with the hint of teeth made her head spin while sending a shiver down her spine. She had known the answer before he even said it and it left her dizzy to realize that maybe he had had more planned back on the night he had bit and slashed her. Or maybe it was something he had come to realize later.

"Why? Why me?"

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"Because you saved me." His lips were still at her ear, nibbling at her earlobe and nuzzling between words while his fingertips traced her jaw, nails sharp, but not quite claws. "Because you're beautiful, incredibly intelligent, immune. Powerful. My snow white queen..."

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Lydia felt like she couldn't catch her breath as he continued to nibble at her earlobe, setting off little sparks over her skin and rushing throughout her body as her eyes drifted closed. It was wrong to be affected by him considering everything that happened but her body was happily betraying her.

"What do you want from me?" Again, she already knew the answer, or she suspected she did, but she needed to hear him say it out loud in no uncertain terms.

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He pulled back to look at her, a dim red glow in his eyes.

"Your mind."

His fingers brushed over her temple, then slowly slid down her cheek, along her neck, over her collarbone,lower to boldly caress over her breast, cupping it and tweaking one nipple lightly before moving inward to press over her breastbone.

"Your heart."

His hand was moving again, down her side, over her hip, to the hem of her dress. He dragged it up, fingers trailing along her inner thigh. His knee worked between her legs, parting them until his hand could curl over her mound, fingers lightly probing through her panties.

"Your body."

He continued to stroke her slowly, hunger making the glow in his eyes brighter as they slid over her before meeting hers again.

"Everything."

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It was a seduction she could have seen coming from a mile away but at least he was doing it with his own face now instead of hiding behind the mask of his younger self.

Watching him, almost entranced, her lashes fluttered when his fingers slid down the side of her face and her heart started racing faster when they dipped over the arch of her collarbone. Then she was gasping softly, arching into his hand when he caressed her there, tweaking the nipple so it hardened beneath the lace of her dress and she felt the start of a throbbing ache between her legs.

Made even more intense when his knee worked between her legs to part her thighs, giving him easier access as his fingers slid over the thin scrap of material that did little to hide the reaction she was starting to have to him. It made her entire body tremble then as a surge of pleasure shot through her to leave her buzzing as her breasts started to heave in time with her ragged breaths.

Leaning back against the statue when she felt like her legs might give out, she felt a flush of heat steal into her cheeks when she realized then that she was in the middle of a small park, in the middle of New Orleans, with Peter Hale's hand between her legs. She should have been shocked and angry at them both but she wasn't. No, instead she felt suddenly powerful as she saw the hunger in his gaze then.

Suddenly she felt like she could have just about anything in the world that she wanted.

"And what do I get in return?"

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Peter felt it when the shift came, felt the arousal running through her blood as hot as it did in his, the flare of desire, and a thrill of triumph ran through him. The move was utterly controlled and perfectly delicate as one claw sliced through her panties, cutting them in half at the crotch. The claw retreated back into a human fingertip as he stroked through her folds, dipping into that tell-tale dampness.

With a slow smile, he pressed his finger into her.

"Me." His finger retreated, then pressed into her again, his own breath catching. "And the world I'll lay at your feet."

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She still didn't quite understand the shift; maybe it was the alcohol or the fact that it was incredibly exciting in such a wrong way but there she was letting him touch her.

Then she sucked in another breath, edging onto a hiss, as his claw brushed over her in such a way that made her shudder and a touch of fear spike through the heat. And damn it if it didn't make her just a little bit wetter as well. Especially as he pressed a finger into her, her wet heat clenching around the digit and then relaxing slightly as he pulled back.

Rocking her hips to meet his hand as he pressed a finger into her again, she tipped her head back against the statue and said nothing in response. She couldn't when he was finger fucking her ever so slowly.

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Peter didn't need to explain it--she was his. Her body was just recognizing that, catching up with him and where his was. Her growing arousal was heady, the scent filling his senses and making his head spin.

That little spike of fear underneath it was sweet in its own way, bringing out the predator wanting to press it higher. He leashed the urge in favor of letting his finger fall into a rhythm, taking her silence and the rock of her hips as agreement.

His lips teased along her jaw, then down her neck, biting lightly as he let his finger fuck her. "You feel just like I always imagined you would..."

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The predator scared her as she hadn't found a way to reconcile with it and the man who lived within it yet. She had dreamed about revenge, about hurting him and maybe sending him back to whatever corner of Hell he had come from and...yes, maybe she had even had dreams about this though she had always convinced herself that maybe it was him messing with her some more. She hadn't wanted to look too closely at it just in case it was her own warped desire coming out.

But there was desire now, sharp and sweet, and scary in its intensity, as she continued to squirm against him. Bringing her hands to his back, she dug her nails in through his jacket and shirt, her eyes clenching closed again as his words brought another rush of heat that made her wetter around his fingers.

"What did you imagine?" She asked breathlessly.

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He would not deny that she likely deserved her revenge. He knew all about revenge, after all. But there were other ways to be reconciled, and he could make up to her for the...unpleasantness. Hopefully while not doing more damage.

He felt her growing wetter, humming approvingly, sliding his finger deeper into her, then pressing a second in to join it.

"How hot and tight you are," he murmured. "How wet. Like heaven around my fingers. The sweet, musky scent--sex and you all coiled up. I wonder if you taste as good as I dreamed, or if you're even better..."

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Biting her bottom lip, she actually moaned softly when he pressed another finger into her, stretching her further. The husky but sweet sound had slipped out before she could stop it but she couldn't even be ashamed of it. He had wanted a reaction from her and he had gotten it but she could see that he was just as affected as she was.

So maybe she could still get her revenge but not in the same way she had planned and dreamed about it before.

When she looked at him again, her eyes were darker than before and cloudy with desire as she studied his features. "It's even better." Her insides clenched as she slid her hands to his shoulders. "You should find out."

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The moan was the sweetest thing he'd ever heard, and Peter rocked against her lightly, pressing his fingers still deeper. He met her gaze, reading the desire in it and shivering a little, knowing he'd woken it in her.

One eyebrow arched at her comment, his lips curling in a small smile.

"Should I?" Still looking a little amused, he slid his fingers out of her, trailing slickness over her thigh, then raised them to his lips to delicately suck them clean, still watching her. A little sound of pleasure escaped him. "You're right."

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Even if it was him, it was still one of the hottest and erotic sights of her life. Pressing her thighs together, the wetness pressing to her other thigh, her breath stilled again as she watched him sucking his fingers clean of her juices. Her lips parted then, almost like she wanted to do the same thing, but then she was narrowing her eyes.

"That wasn't exactly what I had in mind." She murmured heatedly.

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He gave her an innocent look, reaching out to trace over her lower lip with a finger still slick from his mouth. "Wasn't it? What did you have in mind?"

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Lydia recognized the quiet challenge or maybe it was only imagined but she lifted her chin somewhat defiantly as his wet finger slid along her lower lip. In her mind he probably expected her to get all shy or to back down but Lydia Martin rarely did. She hated being weak or viewed as weak, especially with him. Especially because he had taken her power before. Before she knew who and what she really was.

"I want you on your knees." She murmured, narrowing her eyes.

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He'd been watching her too closely for too long to expect her to really back down. And he knew she wasn't shy. He wasn't sure just how confident she was, but he smiled an approving sort of smile at the defiance of the near order--near only because they both knew he didn't have to accede. If he slid his fingers back into her, let his thumb play with her clit, any protest she might make would be short-lived.

That knowing look was in his eyes as he considered, before nodding slightly.
It was where he wanted to be, anyway, driving her crazy with want and need.

He sank gracefully to his knees, hands going to her thighs to spread them further, then up to her hips, lifting her skirt. He pulled away the remnants of her panties and let his eyes take her in, bared to him, then glanced up at her.

"Hold your skirt out of my way...I want to be able to see your face..."

He could do it, himself, but he wanted his hands free for other things.

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It was funny, and almost eerie, how easily the rest of the world faded away till the sound of cars and people exited faintly in the background. All she could really hear was her own ragged breathing and the pounding of her heart in her ears as she watched him sinking slowly to his knees. Everything felt like it was in slow motion then as she leaned back against the statue a little more, parting her thighs further till his hands moved to her hips.

She was already reaching for her skirt when the instructions came, relieved once more that she had chosen a mini dress earlier that night as it made it easier to hold out of the way. Pressing her lips together she continued to watch him with a heated gaze, waiting breathlessly for him to do something.

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Peter tilted his head and listened to her breath, her heartbeat, hearing how erratic they were with a smile. The scent of her was intoxicating, though, and pulled his gaze back to the amazingly beautiful sight before him.

Leaning in, he ran a finger over her again, then nuzzled at her curls, breathing her in. For a few moments, that was all he did, before he finally pressed closer and tasted her with a flick of his tongue.

That first taste had him moaning, and then he was running his tongue over her repeatedly, tasting her and sucking at her clit now and then.

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Touching him would probably only encourage the fascination further but she couldn't stop herself from sliding a hand into his hair as he pressed his nose against her, almost nuzzling till suddenly his tongue was sliding against her and causing her to moan again.

Then her legs were trembling as he continued, the pleasure twisting inside of her in sharp spikes as she tipped her head back against the statue and let it all pull her under. It wasn't long before each flick of his tongue brought forth some kind of soft noise and the feel of her fingers twisting in his hair.

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Peter watched her face from under his eyelashes, tongue running through her folds, curling around her clit, flicking, wanting to keep her making hose sounds. He loved her fingers in his hair, tugged against them a little to make her tighten more.

His hands slid back to her thighs, parting them more, tilting her hips forward. His fingers slid back into her, slicking again, then his tongue replaced them, pressing into her. It wasn't the right angle to go exceptionally deep, but enough that he was still fucking her with his tongue, moaning against her.

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She moaned again as his tongue curled inside of her, replacing his fingers that had her trembling again in a position where she felt like she could go tumbling over at any moment.

"Oh god, oh god..." She murmured it over and over as she looked down at him again, feeling like she couldn't stay still as he continued. It wasn't long before she felt like she was on the edge, whimpering. "Close...I'm close..."

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Whimpers, murmurs and calling for god were all well and good, but he wanted something more. He eased back, lips moving to her thigh and nuzzling and nipping there while his fingers slid to her hip.

The scent of her had blocked out the magnolia trees and other floral scents normally so heavy in the warm night air. He was aching in his jeans, but he ignored it in favor of glancing up at her, still nuzzling.