bakerstreet | Sleeping together.

[No smut please, unless previous cr is already established.]

[ Kale was back somehow, as something that could only be described as an abomination, and his target was Dara. He'd already made an attempt to kill her, which thankfully hadn't happened thanks to Scott and the rest of the gang saving her. But as long as Kale was alive (out of all the people to come back, Scott would have preferred Allison, but not as what Kale was), Dara will still in danger of Kale making another attempt at ending her life. But Scott wasn't going to let that happen.

Which was why he'd insisted on guarding her, and guarding her meant spending the night with her. She'd tried to put her foot down about it but at the end of the day, Scott was an Alpha and he wouldn't take no for an answer.

He'd been sleeping on the couch in Dara's loft at first until she decided to be generous and let him share her bed. After at least half an hour of feeling wide awake, facing away from Dara, Scott knew he wasn't going to get any sleep in the position he was in. Whenever he shared a bed with someone, some part of him had to be touching the person he was sleeping with, even if it was just a hand curled around their wrist to know they were there. It was a protective need to feel the person was safe with him...

Which was why he was turning around, staring at Dara's back for a moment while he tried to figure out whether she was actually asleep or not. Unable to tell, Scott tentatively reached out to place a hand near her ribcage, just under her arm. ]

[Giving in to their new friendship took a lot of effort on Dara's part. Scott had needed someone who didn't share the exact same grief and the difficulty with which it felt to move forward from it. He'd needed someone to listen and comfort him without necessarily empathizing because, well...sometimes it's easier to grieve with someone who understands but doesn't feel it equally. So, Dara acquiesced.

This, though...is different. This is Scott being an alpha, acting like he's her alpha; like it's his job to keep her safe when it isn't. Dara can take care of herself, and quite frankly, if she finally takes a hit she can't bounce back from, maybe it's actually for the better. Scott doesn't understand that every day is a guilty struggle for Dara and if it's her time to go, then she wants to. She'll never try to explain it to him, either, because it's not worth the effort. Someone who's had a pretty good life peppered with unpleasant things will never understand someone who's had a pretty poor life peppered with worse or, on a good day, mediocre things.

So, she resists it. First, she puts her foot down and when he isn't having it and she doesn't want the alpha roar to put her in her place — because coming from Scott, that's just embarrassing — she agrees to a compromise. He can stay, if he sleeps on the couch and leaves her alone.

That lasts maybe three days before he points out casually that if he's going to sleep, isn't it better if he's right there, if he's supposed to be guarding her? Being all the way across the loft, after all, isn't super conducive to the cause. Begrudgingly, Dara agrees because...his logic is solid, if annoying.

She insists on turning her back to him and she moves to the other side of the mattress because that's how it's going to be, whether he likes it or not, because this isn't about the kisses they don't talk about. This isn't about them being closer than friends. He wants to be the overprotective alpha, so fine. That's what he can be. Nothing less, nothing more.

Dara's not sleeping, because she can hear in his heartbeat that he's not and she's still older, she's still the more experienced werewolf, and she still feels responsible for the teenager even when he's supposed to be the one watching over her. When she feels him roll over, she closes her eyes. So long as he stays on his side of the—

There went that, because now he's touching her. If she had been sleeping, that would've been enough to awaken her. She doesn't bother toning down the sarcasm when she responds to the touch and her voice is a little ragged from lack of use. She thinks the touch is to get her attention, so she responds to it as if that's exactly what it is.]

What's that, Lassie? Timmy fell down a well?!

[ Scott can't help but let out a snort in the darkness at her response to touching him. ]

You know Stiles makes dog jokes, right? [ That's the level of humor Dara has reduced herself to, is what Scott is getting at, his voice teasing. He keeps his hand where it is because she's not expressing any loathing from it being there. Not yet anyway. ]

It's nothing. [ He says in a more serious tone, in case she thought he heard something suspicious. There's nobody but them in the loft. He can't smell or hear any signs of an intruder. He should probably explain why his hand is where it is though, since he hasn't moved it away yet and she's probably wondering what he wants. ]

I can't sleep, I think the only way I can is if I'm... touching you. [ He cringes at how sexual that sounds when he doesn't mean it to come out that way. He quickly explains another sleeping situation with Stiles to get his point across. ]

After we got rid of the Nogitsune, I shared a bed with Stiles for a couple of weeks. [ They'd been particularly clingy after the whole mess was over with and it meant Scott was there to comfort Stiles whenever he woke up from a nightmare. ] I'd hold his wrist while we slept... I think it both helped us sleep better. [ Being anchored to each other in a way, as much as Scott has learned to be his own anchor now. ]

I just need my hand to stay on you... That's all I need. [ His voice comes out soft and she can probably feel the pleading eyes he's making as he stares at the back of her, urging her to let him keep touching her. ]

[ She sounds bored on purpose when she responds, because yeah. She knows. That's why she chose it. It isn't her brand of humor, that's for sure. ]

I figured it was more along your wavelength than "What the fuck, Scott?" so...I took the gamble.

[ Scott's first response gets Dara to look briefly over her shoulder at him, an eyebrow raised in a oh no you don't sort of way. His actual explanation, though, cuts at Dara, vacillating somewhere between vexing and endearing. She lays her head back down and closes her eyes. It makes sense to her where Scott's coming from, she just has a feeling that giving in to him so that he can sleep is going to keep her awake, which basically negates the whole point of him guarding her and, subsequently, of being here at all.

She opens her mouth to remind him that she isn't Stiles and that's not going to work for her at all when he goes on, adding in a much softer, practically pleading tone, that he just needs to have his hand on her.

Sighing, Dara opens her eyes again, staring at the wall in front of her. ]

Fine. Not sure I understand why this wasn't an issue when you were sleeping on the couch, but fine.

[ And, all right, not that she's going to admit it to Scott, but...maybe the warmth of his hand on her side isn't actually the worst thing. If he stays still she might still be able to lull herself back to sleep in spite of it. ]

[ It wasn't much of an issue on the couch because she was too far away for him to touch her. Sharing the same bed as her, she's actually within his reach, but the lack of physical contact between them and not even facing one another... It makes him feel like they're strangers. And Scott doesn't want that. The thought of Dara treating him like a stranger genuinely upsets him. ]

Thanks. [ He knows how much of a big deal it might be for someone like her, who probably has a lot of trust issues, allowing him to have his hand on her all night. He'll have to make it up to her somehow... He thinks of a way he can. ] I'll buy you breakfast in the morning. [ Dara shouldn't trust him to make breakfast. Scott might end up starting a fire if he attempts to cook something and Dara can't have two burnt down homes, that's doubly tragic.

His hand is in a bit of a high position on her body at the moment. It'll be more comfortable if he lowers it... Whether she'll be comfortable with that, Scott doesn't know. He decides to risk it, though. The worst she can do is kick him out of bed and he'll be back on the couch again.

Slowly, Scott slides his palm down to settle on her hip. ]

Is this okay? [ He really hopes it's okay because it feels nice having his hand curled around her hip, but he'll definitely move it somewhere else if she's uncomfortable. If she were facing him, he'd hold her hand like he did with Stiles. Not that he's blaming her for where his hand is currently positioned, but she's not exactly making it easy for him to touch her somewhere appropriate. ]

You're welcome.

[ For a moment, she thinks that, all right, this won't be so bad, just as long s he holds still. The offer for breakfast is marginally interesting, but she doesn't acknowledge it right now, just stores it away for when she wakes up...if she ever falls asleep. ]

Go to sleep, Scott.

[ In the darkness, Dara closes her eyes and wills herself to doze off in spite of the foreign hand on her side. She's nearly about to manage it, too, she thinks, when Scot's hand starts moving again. Dara sighs. ]

Will you freakin' lay still? Yes, it's fine, okay? Get comfortable now before I try to fall asleep again. Every time you move, I have to start over.

[ She doesn't mean to be mean, but also...yes she does. She's tired and he's making it practically impossible to sleep; Dara figures she's allowed to be grouchy for it. That's a legitimate reason, isn't it — to be in a crabby mood? ]

[ Someone's definitely grumpy. It probably wouldn't be a smart idea to call her Grumpy Cat right now or he'll definitely get kicked out of bed. ]

Okay, okay, sorry. [ Now she's rushing him into settling into a position and Scott doesn't have time to think about it, he just slides up behind Dara until he's pressed up against her back and his face is against the nape of her neck. His arm comes around her more because... well, she'll be less likely to be taken from him that way, won't she? His arm is secure around her, not too tight, just enough that if Kale broke in and tried to pull her from him, he'd have a hell of a struggle freeing her from Scott's hold.

He'd never do this with Stiles. This isn't just protecting one of his pack anymore. It goes a lot deeper than that.

And finally Scott is still, more comfortable than he's felt all night. ]

[Dara feels Scott moving again and yet she still somehow manages to be surprised when he's pressed his front up against her back, draping his arm around her middle and holding her close. She can feel his breath on the back of her neck, soft and warm, when he finally settles and stops moving. There's more to this than making sure he'll be able to fall sleep, it's obvious there is, but Dara, to her credit, doesn't question it. Maybe there's even more to it than making sure he's protecting her and she wouldn't know the difference.

What Dara does know is that, surprisingly enough, for the first time in a long time...Dara feels safe.

In spite of herself, Dara's hand moves to cover Scott's, fingers closing loosely around his until she's laced them together at her stomach. It's something she'll ignore and pretend never happened, once morning rolls around; all of it is, but secretly, she finds that she prefers it this way. His body heat against her is soothing. The steady rhythm of the rise and fall of his chest against her back and the same steady inhale and exhale against the back of her neck starts to lull her and Dara yawns, finally closing her eyes in an attempt to actually fall asleep, because she thinks she just might be able to, now.]

...stay like this for the night. [She pauses after she's finished yawning the words and snuggles herself back against him a little before settling, herself.] Good night, Scott.

[ She can't see the shocked look on his face when she laces their fingers together, but it's definitely there. He's not going to question why she's letting him hold her so intimately though, especially if voicing how surprised he is gives her second thoughts about what she's doing. ]

...I will. [ Why would he want to move from the position he's in right now? A hurricane could tear the building apart and he'd still want to stay exactly the way they are. It's perfect. ] Night, Dara.

[ He nuzzles against the back of her shoulders and after struggling to sleep for half an hour, it only takes a couple of minutes until he's fallen into slumber. He wakes up a couple of times during the night from hearing sounds outside, but when he's sure it's just a stray animal, nothing dangerous, he rubs his thumb soothingly against Dara's stomach until he falls back asleep.

The only reason Scott wakes up early the next morning is because sunlight is hitting his face through the large windows in Dara's loft since she doesn't have any freaking curtains. He almost forgets where he is at first since waking up on Dara's couch is a lot different to waking up in her bed with his arm around her. They're in the exact same positions they fell asleep in except their legs are tangled up now... and the curve of Dara's ass is directly against Scott's crotch. He was worried he might wake up with a boner, but he doesn't seem to have one at the moment, as long as Dara doesn't push her butt back against him. He whispers a silent thank you to his dick for behaving.

With her smell all over him, it's hard to resist waking Dara up with kisses against the back of her neck. It's not like they haven't kissed before, as much as she wants to act like they never happened. They're featherlight kisses he brushes against her nape and trails along her shoulder. ]

Wakey wakey... [ He murmurs to her, his voice husky from sleep. ] Need to talk to you about curtains... your complete lack of them. Do you have a phobia of them or something? [ He chuckles against her skin. ]

[ Dara never really cares much for being pulled from slumber, no matter how it's done, but the way Scott does it is actually almost ineffective at first. Dara feels his lips on her skin and hears him murmuring for her to wake up, but it takes until he mentions the curtains for her to register that he's real and his voice is Scott's and he doesn't belong to the random flavor-of-the-week celebrity holding her like this in her dreams. This is real. Scott is behind her, curled against her and he's kissing her neck and shoulders.

She realizes she has two choices, because encouraging him is probably a terrible idea. First, she can pretend she neither feels nor hears him and casually roll away "in her sleep." Second, she can wake up, tell him to back off, and just pretend she doesn't notice that she thinks if she wiggles just a little, she's going to get a hard-on poking her in the ass.

...or, for door number three, you can quit being such a fucking baby and just let the kid win for once. You liked it last time you let him win, she thinks secretly.

And Dara creates said door number three, both pretending she doesn't feel it and isn't awake and shifting her hips, wiggling back against him a little, curious to feel the rise of him against her backside; is he big? How hard does Scott get? How hard can Scott get?]

[ In all honesty, Scott is expecting option one or two from her. He knows he's pushing his luck right now, trying to wake her up like this, but he also doesn't really care. He slept fantastically last night, he's spooning the woman he's falling for and her bare shoulder (the strap of her vest has conveniently fallen down to her arm) is right there, calling out to him to be kissed. He's in a good enough mood from a good night's rest to risk getting his ass kicked by her - by waking her up like a boyfriend would.

When the wiggle is carried out though, of course Scott's body responds. This is the guy who can't help but get hard when he's standing close to a girl in a closet. There's pretty much an instant reaction from Scott's cock, it beginning to rise against her buttcheeks and Scott curses under his breath, glaring down at himself to try and will it away. It's embarrassing and he doesn't want Dara to know easy it is to arouse him, even if she already knows because he's a teenage boy.

He's not going to press into her butt more for friction, no matter how much he wants to, because that would be wrong if she was asleep, but he's not exactly moving away from her either. Frankly though, he's suspicious about Dara's wiggly actions. They don't seem natural enough to be something she's doing in her sleep. They come across as too... deliberate. ]

If you're awake right now, you're evil. [ Scott groans against the back of her neck. If she's trying to get him hard on purpose, he wants her to own up to it. Now. ]

[Feeling him getting hard against her from something so simple makes Dara catch her bottom lip between her teeth. To his credit, he doesn't move in search of more friction, so at least he's still trustworthy. She hadn't intended it to be a test, but he passes it anyway. She smirks a little to herself when he groans against her, shifting against him again. He should've picked up on the increased heartbeat that comes from waking, she thinks. It's his own fault if he didn't.]

You started it. What are you kissing on me for, punk?

[Dara moves her hand back to his, stroking his middle finger with her first finger and thumb and okay maybe that's a little mean, because she knows what she's doing. But really, this is his own fault. If he'd stayed on his own damn side of the bed, it wouldn't even be an issue. This is how she justifies it. That, and she's still half-asleep, and he feels good against her. She might not say it out loud, but it's true, anyway.]

[ Downright evil, that's the only way Scott can describe Dara right now as she strokes the outline of his middle finger in a gesture that's clearly in relation to his hardening dick against her backside. Not to mention her butt shifting back against him again. ]

What can I say? I'm a rebel. [ That doesn't come out as smooth as he wants it to because of the current state he's in, panting a little against the back of her neck while he tries to think unsexy thoughts to kill his growing erection. He'd be all for it if he knew Dara wasn't going to do something mean like get him hard and then send him on his way. At least that's what he thinks will come out of this. ]

I'm gonna bite you if you move like that again.

[ The threat sounds half-serious as he keeps still, making none of the movements he wants to, like grinding himself into her ass. He'd never do that without knowing it was okay and she comes across like she's teasing him right now, seeking revenge for him waking up with her kisses by getting him embarassingly hard. ]

You're enjoying this, aren't you?

[ Dara lets out a soft breath, choking back what feels like a moan in the back of her throat when she can feel him panting against her neck. He's harder still against her backside and that's dragging all of her focus. Dara's still stroking his finger, wetting her lips only to press them together while closing her eyes at the threat she perceives as half-empty. ]

You promise?

[ ...which wasn't what she meant to say in response, and certainly not in that husky, sleep- and hormone-choked voice. Her own muscles are starting to contract with anticipation at the feel of him against her and she can feel herself getting wet. When she shifts her hips, moving against him again, this time it isn't on purpose and her fingers fall away from their stroking motion.

It's been a long time for Dara since she's felt that rigid warmth he's offering and she's not really even thinking straight because all she can think about is how badly she wants him right now, even though she knows she really shouldn't. Her mind drifts back to their kiss and she shifts again without meaning to, drawing his hand up toward her mouth to suck on his finger. He's asked her if she's enjoying this, but the tone in his voice suggests he thinks she's being a tease for the sake of being a tease. So she shifts against him again and hums a soft moan to give him the idea. Then she answers his question. ]

Yes.

[ Her first response definitely isn't one Scott is expecting and he almost wants to ask her if she knows she's awake right now, if she knows it's him getting hard behind her, not someone she thinks she's dreaming about in her sleep. The idea of her thinking about someone else makes him ridiculously jealous. ]

I promise. [ After the growl to his words, more serious about biting her when she sounds so much like she wants him to, he feels her ass sway back against him a third time, accompanied by his finger she'd been stroking being sucked into her mouth. That goes straight to his cock and he muffles a moan against the back of her neck. With her shifting back against him yet again, moaning like she wants something out of this, not just to embarrass him by making him hard, there's nothing left for Scott to do but give Dara what she wants.

He sinks his teeth into her bare shoulder whilst pushing his fully fledged erection into her ass after finally deciding if she can push back against him, he can press back into her. After moaning into the bite, he licks at it afterwards. ]

How are you so sexy first thing in the morning? [ He murmurs low in her ear. ] I wish I'd woken you up with my fingers instead, or my mouth.

[ Dara's pleased at the sound she elicits from Scott by moving his finger into his mouth. She can feel it when he becomes fully erect and she hisses in a breath, letting out another soft moan both at the feel of his cock pressing back against her; at the pain and pleasure mix that comes from him following through with the bite only to lap at the site with his tongue directly thereafter. She guides his finger out of her mouth with a pop before guiding his hand down between her legs.

The murmur in her ear garners him a quiet hum and a smile he can't see from behind her as she grinds back against his cock. Just the idea of him having woken her up with his fingers — more so with his mouth — is making Dara wetter and she turns her head toward him, catching his mouth in a kiss as her hand rests over his where she's left it as permission below her waist. ]

[ Scott doesn't have to feel her to know how wet she is, it's in her scent, so strong he can practically taste it, taste her. Even though it's been weeks since they last kissed, it feels like a lifetime for Scott. He hasn't forgotten what her lips feel like, he could never forget, but he does miss them terribly. So when she turns her head at an angle for them to kiss, Scott is more than eager to be reacquainted with her mouth. It feels so natural, like they've woken up in bed together hundreds of times and it's always led to this.

Her hand directs where his should go and he lets her lead it down, but when they get to the waistband of her pajama shorts, so close to dipping into her underwear, Scott unexpectedly moves his hand back up her body again. Instead, he tugs down at the front of her vest to expose her chest, his thumb rubbing over her nipples before giving each breast a squeeze, all the while grinding his erection into her behind. ]

Say 'please' and I'll touch you where you really want me to. [ Now he's teasing her with the whispered command, but it's more fun this way. It's okay for him, he's got something to rub against, but she hasn't. He knows how desperate she'll be for friction against her clit, for his fingers to slip inside her before he fills her with something far more satisfying. ]

[No one ever does this with Dara. She's always the one calling the shots; she's always the one taking charge. For Scott to withhold the friction she's searching for by leading his hand down her body to direct him feels almost as good as if he'd just acquiesced. She likes that he's the one in charge right now; likes feeling him giving himself the friction he's refusing her. There's something new and incredibly sexy about Scott asserting his dominance over her in that way that she shifts back against him and whimpers a little, purring out her response.]

Please, Scott...

[ Dara may not be an Alpha anymore but she still has that dominant streak in her, so Scott has no idea how she'll react to him taking control of the situation. Surprisingly, she seems to take to it rather well.

Hearing her say his name makes it all the more real to Scott. It means she's not imagining someone else. He can't help his knee-jerk reaction in response to her pleading, pre-come leaking through his underwear. Now she'll be able to feel the wet press of his erection.

Her reward comes in the form of Scott sliding his palm back down the path she set his hand on earlier. This time, his hand goes below her waist and not just inside her shorts but inside her underwear too. He uses a couple of fingers to just slide through her wet folds, peppering her neck with kisses. ]

You don't know how much I've wanted this... [ Well, she might be getting some idea of how much. ]

[ Under Scott's hand, Dara's rocking her hips toward his fingers, letting out a soft moan as she feels her heart rate increase. Her head tilts slightly to him better access to his neck. This isn't what she had planned for the morning, that's for sure, but she's certainly enjoying herself. Hearing Scott tell her how badly he wants her only makes it that much better. Dara likes that feeling; of being wanted. It's why she teased the erection out of him in the first place, but this is much better.

With soft, ragged breaths, Dara bows her back, pushing her ass back against him to feel his cock hard against her. She isn't going to say it, but she finds herself wishing he'd just yank down her clothes and sink into her. Giving over the reins feels especially good when she knows that the person taking them is one person above all others she knows she can trust to take care of her, even if she'd never be willing to admit that in so many words. Not having to worry about things going in a direction she doesn't want — because she knows if she were to pump the brakes, Scott would acquiesce — is actually liberating and the fact that she doesn't feel the need to take charge this morning is even more so. ]

Show me how much.

[ She looks over her shoulder at him again when she says it, eyes hooded and lips glistening from her having moistened them with her tongue just before speaking. Dara's aware of the fact that Scott's had a crush on her for a while now. He'd been no good at hiding it even before she did realize it, it was just that she'd been largely oblivious to the change in his demeanor. She wonders if that makes this feel surreal to him; if he'll need encouragement along the way to accept that it's real and she's embracing it rather than pushing him away.

So she hums, high-pitched, soft, and staccato, breaking off in favor of a huff of an exhale. She breathes out his name; reaches a hand back to massage his scalp. Gives him verbal encouragement as she goes on moving her hips to push against his hand eagerly, seeking more friction, more contact. ]

Oh my God, Scott...that's so good... I like that.

Edited 2014-06-16 00:11 (UTC)

[ Scott can hear her heart start to pound and his kisses against her neck turn into ones with bite. He's marking her. He wants her to be his, no one else's. It's a possessive feeling he's never known before, perhaps because he knows he has no claim on her. She's not his girlfriend, but he wants her to be. They're certainly not exclusive, Dara could have another guy do this to her tomorrow. She could have another guy come do this as soon as he's left and he wouldn't be allowed to be upset, but he wants to be the only one that touches her, the only one that kisses her in the dark and makes her feel like a teenager all over again.

In the positions they're in, it's tempting to carry out Dara's wishful thoughts, yank down everything they're wearing, enter her from behind and fuck her slowly until she begs him to go faster, harder. He's never done anything like that before. When he was with Allison, there was never time to wake her up this way. It was too dangerous to even spend the night together and when he woke up after passing out for an hour after sex, it was usually time for him to go and he'd have to leave while she was asleep.

Everything about this is so different and thrilling for Scott. When she looks back over her shoulder, Scott chases her mouth for a kiss before he's pressing his face into her neck with a groan. He's so hard now, he's not sure how much more grinding he can take when it's not enough, when he needs to be inside her.

Taking things one step further, Scott tugs down his underwear enough to make his erection spring out, then he's pulling down her shorts too along with her panties, down to her thighs. He wants her to feel his erection against her skin and with her shorts and underwear out of the way, he's no longer restricted with the movements of his hand. ]

If I had my way, I'd start off inside you like this, with me spooning you. [ He's rubbing at her clit now, his words a low murmur by her ear, his cock rubbing against the crack of her ass. ] Then I'd get you on your back because I wanna see what you look like underneath me... Then I'd get on my back and you'd ride me. [ Giving Dara her control back. ] I bet you'd like that. [ Riding an Alpha. ]

[Dara knows better than to be enjoying this as much as she is, but it's been so long since she's felt this good while still also feeling this safe; she can't help herself. She's breaking skin and tasting blood on her tongue, she's biting her bottom lip so hard to keep herself in check. Yeah, she wants to give Scott the encouragement, but on her terms, with her volume control.

But when he's pulling her clothes down, out of the way, and she can feel his cock hard against her ass — hot skin, stiff girth against her own bare flesh — it's more difficult for her. Dara never really gets to be submissive, mostly because she doesn't let herself. This morning, she can. Scott won't hurt her. His words have her grinding against his hand, panting to catch her breath. If he had his way, he says, and she disregards the latter part of his statement because she would like that normally, but this morning, she wants Scott to take charge. She wants Scott to take whatever the hell he damn well pleases, actually.]

I'm right here. Be the Alpha. Have your way.

[ Scott notices how she doesn't comment on the latter of his desires and finds himself not being disappointed by that, not when she's showing a side of herself that's so submissive in a way that turns him on more than it should. It pleases his inner Alpha and his wolf instincts have never been as strong as they are now with the urge to take what's his after minutes of rubbing his scent and leaking against her. He can't think of anything he's wanted more than this.

Have your way, she says? Have his way he shall.

He doesn't bother asking whether she has condoms, he looks for them himself by turning behind him and pulling open her bedside drawer to search. He finds a box of condoms that's already been opened and a spark of jealousy runs through him at the thought of her being with other guys, even if they were just random hookups that meant nothing. After pulling out one square foil wrapper, Scott turns back to Dara.

There's still the matter of her clothes on her body and he's impatient as hell right now. Removing her clothes completely will take too much time...

Which is why he makes his claws appear and uses them to cut her shorts, underwear and vest from her body, careful not to cut her skin in the process. It's all just pieces of fabric around her naked body now and he'll probably buy or give her money for everything he's just ripped to shreds when he feels guilt over it later. Right now though, it seems perfectly logical to destroy everything she's wearing to get her naked quicker.

It's not long before he's rolling a condom on himself and lifts her leg up so he can position himself to her entrance. With the tip of his cock touching her folds, she's so wet he could easily slide into her if he didn't pay attention, but he can't do that yet. He still needs to hear her voice her permission to do this, even if she's pretty much told him to have his way with her. ]

Tell me you want this. [ He breathes the words against the back of her neck. ] Tell me you want me.

[ She's looking over her shoulder to watch him searching through her things, presumably for a condom. He finds what he's looking for and he's turning back to her. There's a pause before he extends his claws and Dara's expression is caught between shock, awe, and excitement when he uses them to just cut through her clothes. Don't bother with the bullshit of taking them off, just get them off, somehow, and hurry.

Dara's panting already, half just out of anticipation alone, and she bucks her hips toward him when she feels the tip of him teasing at her, only he's stopped just there. Whimpering, she tries to turn her head toward him again, half to try to chase his lips and half to beg because now who's teasing? ]

I want you. Scott, I want you; I want this, please...

[ The words come out breathless and desperate and Dara's hips jerk toward him again, trying to force it in spite of the fact that the position he's got her in gives him complete and total control. She has very little leverage. ]

Dara Hale (rule 63) | Teen Wolf | OTA

Starting with G, then C, then maybe A? Also Kale = Kate :)

Perf. :)

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