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Date: 2014-03-07 06:07 am (UTC)
velveteenwolf: (Smug Jerk)
From: [personal profile] velveteenwolf
They're like a couple out of one of those romcoms he pretends to hate. She's the beautiful genius and he's the scruffy, no-good, bad boy, although that's making it far too simple. Which had been his problem, really. He'd underestimated her when they'd first met. And that has been either one of the best or worst mistakes he's ever made. Lydia is hot, smarter than he is by a long-shot, self-assured, confident, and more than capable of out-sassing his bullshit. Which is pretty much to say that he'd never had a chance.

She reminds him of Roman in all the wrong ways, though he hasn't told her about him, yet. Hasn't talked about Hemlock Grove, although she knows that he's a werewolf -- given her friends, that was hardly even a secret.

Usually he slips in to school and no one notices or cares, but at Beacon Hills he ended up in a class with Scott, Isaac and Stiles and that meant his secret was out in about five minutes flat. That should have been the first sign, should have been reason enough to run, but he didn't. Didn't even mention it to Lynda, because he conned himself into that horrible self-delusion that it didn't mean anything.

But, maybe this time it was okay. Because in some strange way, he liked it here, liked whatever it was he'd carved out for himself. He knocks on her door, there under some shabby pretense of studying on a Friday night that he doesn't think anyone actually believes, but at least it keeps Lynda from asking too many questions. He didn't even bring his books, and he's grinning impishly as he stands on her doorstep.

He doesn't have a name for what they're doing, and she doesn't push. He still laughs sometimes when he remembers back to when he'd tried to give her his 'I'm not a good boyfriend' protest. Peter just doesn't have the willpower to keep people out of life, but she's amazingly uncomplicated. He likes how she smells, the feel of her skin against his. She makes it easy, and that's maybe the most dangerous thing about her. That and her green eyes.

Date: 2014-03-07 06:30 am (UTC)
lefthandedgenius: (big green eyes)
From: [personal profile] lefthandedgenius
When he'd given her that speech, she'd laughed and told him the same thing she'd told Allison: she wasn't looking for a boyfriend, she was looking for a distraction.

Aiden is, when all is said and done, a monster, Jackson is gone, and Stiles, is well, Stiles. Lydia had it up to her neck with the lot of them, but then Peter Rumancek had shown up with that sexy scruff and the smart alec retorts. With those eyes, and god, his fingers...

Which makes what she has planned for him on a Friday evening that more exciting a prospect. She has to make sure she doesn't open the door to quickly, but once it's open and she leans in the doorway, arms crossed, it's hard to keep her pulse from picking up. It's not her heart. It's something lower.

"French tutoring again?" she asks casually. Lydia doesn't take French.

Date: 2014-03-07 07:04 am (UTC)
velveteenwolf: (I'm Not Sure About That)
From: [personal profile] velveteenwolf
It had made it easier, easier to fall into this, when she'd laughed him off. After everything that had happened, he's not sure he could have handled anything that even scented like romance. This is easier, the sexuality, touch, sensation, the feeling. Although he'd be a liar if he said she was just a distraction; he can't even play by his own rules.

"Well, if you're not busy." There's a smirk on his lips, a glint in his blue eyes. He doesn't take French either, which makes the ruse that much more amusing. Traveler that he is, he knows just about enough of any given language to get himself into trouble. "Je voudrais que vous."

It's a painfully simplistic construction of I want you, not as if that's in any doubt. But he says it in French, maybe showing off a little. It fits the roguish smile, and he lets his gaze slide over her, heated already with anticipation. He takes a step in, so he's in her space.

"You going to invite me in?"

Date: 2014-03-08 03:00 am (UTC)
lefthandedgenius: (over the shoulder)
From: [personal profile] lefthandedgenius
She can't help but roll her eyes at him, and offers no invitation.

Instead, she hooks two fingers into the waistband of his jeans and tugs him inside, and more to the point, against her so she can kiss him.

Date: 2014-03-09 07:19 am (UTC)
velveteenwolf: (Oh Touch Me Twice)
From: [personal profile] velveteenwolf
Peter doesn't protest, not even a little. He lets her hands grab hold of his jeans and melts against her lips as she pulls him in and kisses him. His hands go over her shoulders, curling fingers in the bright coppery strawberry of her hair. He's eager, and she's warm against him. He's not even particularly surprised; Lydia is never exactly the patient type, and he likes that about her. She takes what she wants, but never in a way that has him feeling trapped. It makes it too easy to fall into touch again and again.

His fingers drag against the back of her neck, up to curl against the back of her skull, letting their lips meet. She's gorgeous and out of his league and it makes moments like this feel like he's stealing.

Date: 2014-03-14 05:31 am (UTC)
bigkanimaoncampus: (Nap time)
From: [personal profile] bigkanimaoncampus
Jackson woke suddenly, in the dead of night. But for the first time in a long while it wasn't with frantic clawing toward consciousness into a cold sweat. There were no lingering images of terrible deeds. As he calmed, there was only a strange sense of being lost. Sitting up, he ran a hand over his face, trying to calm his mind.

Looking to the sleeping form beside him, he found exactly what he'd been looking for. A sense of peace. She didn't have to do anything. Just seeing her, being reassured that she was there with him was enough. He reached over and ever so gently brushed a lock of hair from her forehead, not wanting to wake her.

Date: 2014-03-14 05:34 am (UTC)
lefthandedgenius: (amazed)
From: [personal profile] lefthandedgenius
Lydia is not so deep a sleeper that when he shifts about on the bed, even if it's not frantic or violent. The stroke of his fingers against her forehead brings a smile to her face, and though she doesn't open her eyes, she speaks, her voice husky from slumber.

"Are you staring at me again?"

Date: 2014-03-14 05:38 am (UTC)
bigkanimaoncampus: (blue eyes-smug)
From: [personal profile] bigkanimaoncampus
"Maybe," he said, his voice soft. As he pulled his hand back, he let he fingers trail over he cheek and her jaw.

He settled back down into the bed, facing her. "Go back to sleep," he said, reassuringly.

Date: 2014-03-14 05:41 am (UTC)
lefthandedgenius: (because the night)
From: [personal profile] lefthandedgenius
Her lashes lift slowly, and her vision is full of his face. "In a minute." she promises him, smiling sleepily. Her own hand lifts do mirror his gesture, her fingers brushing along his cheek and down his jaw.

"What made you wake up? Was it a dream?"

Date: 2014-03-14 05:56 am (UTC)
bigkanimaoncampus: (You wanna say that again?)
From: [personal profile] bigkanimaoncampus
He moved his hand to rest gently over hers, before his fingers traveled gently over her arm. "I think so, but not one of the usual ones. I don't really remember it."

Date: 2014-03-14 06:08 am (UTC)
lefthandedgenius: (dimples)
From: [personal profile] lefthandedgenius
Lydia always reacts like a cat when he strokes her like that; she gives her body a little stretch and nudges against his hand. One day Jackson will figure out that all he has to do to get what he wants is to drag his fingers along her arm or stroke the small of her back when he makes a request, and that will be a dangerous day.

"Good." she murmurs softly, her fingers trailing over his mouth. "Can I do anything to help you get back to sleep?" Believe it or not, it's not necessarily a proposal of sex. A glass of warm milk, her arms around him, whatever it takes to give him some peace.

Date: 2014-03-14 06:17 am (UTC)
bigkanimaoncampus: (Sleepy time)
From: [personal profile] bigkanimaoncampus
The idea of getting Lydia to do anything she didn't want to do really had not occurred to him. But his methods were never so subtle as coaxing things out of her like that.

His fingers caressed up and down her arm for a few moments as he watched her face. The faintest of smiles spread over his lips as she asked. In response, his hand moved up her arm, to gently take her hand. He pressed a soft kiss to her knuckles. "You're already doing it."

Date: 2014-03-14 06:22 am (UTC)
lefthandedgenius: (natural beauty)
From: [personal profile] lefthandedgenius
She makes a soft noises of contentment in the back of her throat. "Good." she says with a sleepy smile, "Because if you'd said 'get up and make me a sandwich' I'd have been so cranky." With a low chuckle she lifts her head, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth. It might have been meant for his mouth full on, but hey, her lashes are only at half-mast.

Date: 2014-03-14 06:29 am (UTC)
bigkanimaoncampus: (blue eyes-smug)
From: [personal profile] bigkanimaoncampus
His hand leaves hers as she leans closer, the hand instead moving to cradle the back of her neck. "Now that you mention it..." he said with a faint laugh. Completely joking. He shifted just enough to plant the softest kiss full on her lips.

Date: 2014-03-14 06:33 am (UTC)
lefthandedgenius: (bare shoulder)
From: [personal profile] lefthandedgenius
Her mouth quirks against his, but it doesn't stay that way for long when he kisses her. She's not sure if she has morning breath or not, but at the moment she doesn't care. Instead she settles a hand on his chest to press him back on the bed so she can re-position herself: right over his heartbeat makes an acceptable pillow.

"Werewolves," she can't help but note scientifically as she makes sleeping arrangements to her liking, "Are delightfully warm."

Date: 2014-03-14 06:47 am (UTC)
bigkanimaoncampus: (Nap time)
From: [personal profile] bigkanimaoncampus
He moves easily with her hand, settling back down onto the bed, now on his back. His arm settles over her, almost protectively. With her there against him it felt, if just for a moment, nothing terrible had ever happened. That everything was currently, had always been, would always be alright.

"Certainly better than being excessively hairy," he said with a small smile. He moved his hand, fingers gently gliding over her skin.

Date: 2014-03-14 06:52 am (UTC)
lefthandedgenius: (lazy smile)
From: [personal profile] lefthandedgenius
"Most of the time." she grins and corrects playfully. "I think you're secretly shaving more often during the full moon."

She is doing much the same, her finger tracing seemingly random symbols on his chest, except they're the periodic table starting with Hydrogen.

Date: 2014-03-14 07:03 am (UTC)
bigkanimaoncampus: (blue eyes-smug)
From: [personal profile] bigkanimaoncampus
"You can't prove anything." If she could see his face, she would see the obviously fake offense he took at her implications. "There is one thing I'll never understand, though." His tone dipped, sounding like he might be about to ask something actually serious. "When I go full wolf-face, where do my eyebrows go?"

Date: 2014-03-14 07:06 am (UTC)
lefthandedgenius: (bright smile)
From: [personal profile] lefthandedgenius
She lets out a laugh, no doubt as he intended. "I have no idea. There's very little about your condition that science has any explanation for." Slyly, "I assure you though, they're exquisite eyebrows."

Date: 2014-03-14 07:13 am (UTC)
bigkanimaoncampus: (Cool shades)
From: [personal profile] bigkanimaoncampus
His hand was shifting lower and lower with every few passes, inching toward her hip and lower back. "I'd hope so. I put too much work into them for them to not be." There was a false sort of smugness in his voice, but an almost proud smile on his face.

Date: 2014-03-14 07:17 am (UTC)
lefthandedgenius: (carefree)
From: [personal profile] lefthandedgenius
"You're so vain." she teases, rolling her head slightly so she can press a kiss to his chest before letting it fall back again so one more her cheek is just below his heart. The sound of it beating is comforting.

Date: 2014-03-14 08:21 am (UTC)
bigkanimaoncampus: (Sleepy time)
From: [personal profile] bigkanimaoncampus
If he hadn't been anything down, he might have just shrugged. "I take pride in my hard work." He sounded more amused than anything.

Date: 2014-03-15 04:51 am (UTC)
lefthandedgenius: (everything's coming up lydia)
From: [personal profile] lefthandedgenius
"And your work is...getting your eyebrows waxed?" Lydia teases, letting her fingers finish the periodic table so she can trace a line up his chin, over his mouth and toward the bridge of his nose, between the aforementioned beautiful eyebrows. And beautiful everything.

Date: 2014-03-16 06:56 pm (UTC)
bigkanimaoncampus: (blue eyes-smug)
From: [personal profile] bigkanimaoncampus
"Among other things," he said softly. He tipped his chin up, gently kissing her palm and wrist as her hand passed over his face. "You can only leave so much to genetics."

Date: 2014-03-16 07:08 pm (UTC)
lefthandedgenius: (bare shoulder)
From: [personal profile] lefthandedgenius
"You'd be beautiful even if your eyebrows were crooked." she tells him with a grin, pressing her mouth briefly against his neck for a soft kiss.

With her face still muffled against his neck and her expression hidden, she murmurs softly, "I love you."
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