Peter Hale (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
work_inprogress) wrote2013-07-03 11:15 pm
work_inprogress) wrote2013-07-03 11:15 pm
Entry tags:
For we all are caught in the middle / Of one long treacherous riddle (For Lydia)
It was quite possible that Lydia was not flirting with the Alpha twin. Possible Aiden was hitting on her and being gently shut down. Possible Stiles was wrong. The rational side of Peter's brain told him that's what it was as he lurked outside the school, watching Lydia in a way that was not at all creepy or stalkery. Really.
He was just checking on her, given her repeated trances and her fear of what was going on. He was looking out for her, making sure she was okay. It was concern, not territorial marking. Really.
He'd already done that.
A faint growl escaped his throat and the Alpha boy's head snapped toward the woods, but Peter was already gone.
Peter followed her the rest of the afternoon, into the evening, watched her with her friends. Watched as Aiden followed her, too, though far more openly. Pity, when the boy came back out, his tires had been slashed, and Peter didn't much care if he thought Scott or Isaac had done it. He had no proof and reason enough to already go after them. What were a couple of tires?
He was at her home before her. After determining her mother wasn't home--a far too usual occurrence for his idea of decent parenting, but highly convenient--he leaped to the tree by her window, then let himself in through it. He didn't sprawl out on her bed to wait, this time. He paced in the darkness instead, moving to the far corner of the room when he heard her car, out of her line of sight when she'd come in. Leaning against the wall there, he waited.
He was just checking on her, given her repeated trances and her fear of what was going on. He was looking out for her, making sure she was okay. It was concern, not territorial marking. Really.
He'd already done that.
A faint growl escaped his throat and the Alpha boy's head snapped toward the woods, but Peter was already gone.
Peter followed her the rest of the afternoon, into the evening, watched her with her friends. Watched as Aiden followed her, too, though far more openly. Pity, when the boy came back out, his tires had been slashed, and Peter didn't much care if he thought Scott or Isaac had done it. He had no proof and reason enough to already go after them. What were a couple of tires?
He was at her home before her. After determining her mother wasn't home--a far too usual occurrence for his idea of decent parenting, but highly convenient--he leaped to the tree by her window, then let himself in through it. He didn't sprawl out on her bed to wait, this time. He paced in the darkness instead, moving to the far corner of the room when he heard her car, out of her line of sight when she'd come in. Leaning against the wall there, he waited.
no subject
no subject
"Well, I am guessing you don't want me going all Grizzly Adams," he said, lifting his head to give her an amused look.
no subject
no subject
"Well, obviously," he responded with a smirk. Six years of living in a nightmare, he knew he looked good, now. His eyes fell half-closed at the continued strokes through his hair, and he wriggled a bit further down to brush a kiss over one of her nipples, trying not to wince at the faint scratch his claws had made when he'd shredded her shirt.
no subject
"It's fine." She murmured softly. "You didn't get me that bad. I'm sure I've done worse to your back." She was trying to make him feel better.
no subject
He shot her a hooded look, knowing what she was doing, and not wanting her to pull that on herself.
"That's different."
He healed. And marks of passion were hardly the same as marks of anger. He truly hasn't meant to scratch her--it had been an accident--but the result was the same.
no subject
"Fine, I'll find something to use just in case you show up in a mood again."
no subject
He arched an eyebrow at that. "Something to use...?"
He knew he'd been wrong. Didn't mean he'd admit it aloud, but trying to make amends was different.
no subject
no subject
For a long moment Peter just stared at her, uncertain whether to laugh or snarl. "...like training a puppy?"
no subject
no subject
"Remind me never to get you a puppy," he said, giving her a slightly disturbed look.
no subject
no subject
"I'm not sure if that's relieving or even more disturbing," he teased lightly.
no subject
no subject
"Mostly because I'm not a cat," he said dryly.
no subject