bakerstreet | starry night meme

Killer heels punch holes in the leaves as she walked through the woods. She could sense him, but she wasn't in the mood to actually track him down. Instead, she just walked through the crisp night trying to happen upon him. Exhaling, she wrung her hands together once she caught his scent in the air. Pushing forward, she made quicker strides until she was standing at his feet, expectant eyebrow raised.

"Enjoying the view?" It was possible she was making note of the stars or the fact that now she was towering above him. Either one worked.

Isaac heard that stride, picking it out for one he didn't need to worry about. Only Erica would come out here in heels and be that determined rather than panicked or running from someone.

His gaze dropped slightly from the stars down to that beautiful face. The light from the moon made her hair golden.

"I was and I still am," he said with a grin. "Most would change their shoes before coming out here. You'll ruin them."

"I'm not most," she replied easily. She didn't even cast a glance to the forest floor where she knew that there would be smudges of dirt and who knew what else already marking them up.

Years of hiding in the shadows and trying not to be noticed, Erica was going to enjoy everything she possibly could about her newfound circumstances.

She did however, find a moment to lift her foot and toe at the sole of his shoe. "Don't fall asleep out here. There are probably ticks." She didn't even want to think about the mess that could be to get healed over. Their little heads trapped under their skin as the wound healed with the insect loving the few seconds of blood it got from them.

Her expression shifted, "Why are you out here anyway?"

"No, that you're not," Isaac agreed, one corner of his mouth lifting in an amused smile. He would never pretend otherwise, especially not to her face.

Shifting to sit up a bit more, try and curl his fingers around her ankle. "Come sit with me then, keep me company so I don't pass out," he said, amusement tinging his tones. "And I'm pretty sure if I picked up anything out here, I can survive it."

In the end, that was what mattered. Not what he had to go through, but what he survived. Maybe with time, with feeling stronger and powerful in his own right, he wouldn't always look at life as survival. With the Argents around though, not likely to happen any time soon.

He shrugged. "Just wanted to get out, think about some things." He glanced up. "Full moon's close."

The feeling of fingertips brushing to her bare ankle made her lips twitch up into a soft smirk. Erica still kept her eyes to his, even as he moved to sit up more. Letting the smirk widen into a smile, she gently tugged her ankle away from his warm touch to set her heel back to the hard dirt of the ground.

Her gaze settled to the spot beside him, the space against the tree. This was definitely going to send her jeans into the washing machine. Sighing, she complied to his request. "Only because if you get killed in your sleep, I'll have to tell Derek that I abandoned you."

Her stride allowed for a few steps before she turned to sit beside him. Once seated, her elbow pushed at his side lightly, trying to claim more space than she needed.

Edited (Grammar....) 2012-10-22 06:44 (UTC)

Even in the dark his gaze held with her eyes though they flickered to the sky behind her once even as she stepped back. He chuckled as she moved away from him, knowing that unlike others, she didn't fear him. Not that she should but there were those that did.

Yet she sat down and he wriggled like scooting over to make room for her. "I'm not that easily snuck up on. I just didn't see a reason to hide from you," he said, nudging her back before wiggling again and moving aside. "You just want the ground already dried because my ass is wet," he grumped, not all upset.

Leaning back against the tree, the looked up at the sky once more. "I find myself marking time by the moons. How much time do I have? How many more days? Will I make it or end up in two pieces in the ground," he muttered softly, realizing just how morbid that turn of thought was.

"You are such a pleasant conversationalist." Erica teased lightly with her remark, mostly because she knew just how close to the truth it was. They both thought that way, even if they didn't admit to it that often. The other pack wasn't just out there, they were here. Even this was a risk, just sitting in the woods waiting for someone to track them down.

"And don't worry, the ground is still damp." She can definitely feel it soaking through denim. It's not a pleasant feeling.

"Oh well good. At least your ass will be as frozen as mine," he said, nudging her again though this time he smiled, not so caught up in his thoughts that he couldn't make the joke.

It was there though. The thoughts. He just didn't voice them. Only alone did he let himself think about them this much. Only to her and Boyd might he whisper about it, talk to someone that could understand the choice they'd made and what it meant.

"Sorry. Want me to mention how hot your tits look in moonlight or something? Take the edge of my mind having dumb thoughts?" Another joke, though partly serious in the offer.

Well, that was an interesting turn of conversation.

"Only if it's true," she replied bluntly. She could understand the frustration they all felt, the choices they made suddenly coming to a much darker future than advertised. Derek had made some pretty big promises and now they were caught up in a turf war that they knew they were definitely not prepared for.

Musing to herself for a moment, she glanced down to her chest. "My shirt isn't even that tight." As if that would excuse him from not looking at her rack.

"Of course it's true. Would I lie to you," he asked, rolling his eyes. "Some faith you have in me. Besides, do I really need to see them now to know I'm right," he asked, looking over at her.

His gaze slid from her face down to her chest and then back, going slow, trying not to grin.

"I stand by my words."

He fell silent again, watching her instead of the sky. "You thought about what could get you through the full moon," he asked softly.

There was a difference in trusting him and having faith in his words. It was possible that she would never be able to explain that to him, but she knew it to be true. Maybe it was a pack thing, if anything that would make it easier, but she knew there was something else pushing at her. His question made her take a breath, recalling too easily how the last full moon had gone. It wasn't something she liked to think back on.

Her expression sobered slightly, taking his tone to heart for a brief moment. "I hadn't been, but I know I should at least try to think of something." She knew ignoring it wasn't going to work. It would come and she would have to be restrained or worse unless she could control it or find a way to not let it control her.

Isaac was silent, waiting even though his gaze slowly turned to her, watching her profile. As much as they teased, the danger they got into and the risks their new lifestyle took with their life, he saw her as one of theirs. Just as he felt that way. He wasn't sure if it was a pack thing alone, or his need to belong and be wanted but whatever it was, he shifted closer to her, leaning in against her shoulder without nudging this time.

"You know we're there for you though. Whatever happens, I'll be there for you." It was another risk, one that he was willing to take without a second thought. She was pack, and he would do what he had to. Of course, she mauled him and he'd never let her live it down either.

The weight of him against her shoulder, centered her for a moment before she let her head tip to rest her temple to his shoulder. "I know," she replied easily, because it was easy to admit that she did know she had them. It wasn't easy to accept the help, but she knew that it was good to have them there. All those years of pushing herself beyond her own limits and now she needed someone to hold her back.

"My ass is going to be numb." She said it quietly, just something to cut through all the serious of the conversation.

Isaac closed his eyes, just accepting that moment; telling himself without speaking that this wouldn’t go away. He didn’t want to face that it could, that with all they were enduring, it was likely to disappear one day. He didn’t want to face that. He wasn’t sure he could face it. Instead he just drew a deep breath, gathering it to him. Her scent. The sharp scents of the woods around them. Before his comfort came from his house. Now it was in not smelling gun oil and wolf’s bane.

“Yeah well, I’m sure you’ll survive,” he murmured, not opening his eyes. “Wait, was that trying to get me to offer to rub it and warm it up for you?”

She laughed a bit, shaking her head as it stayed resting against his shoulder. "No, but I already said we can't sleep out here. We could actually get up and off the wet ground."

Of course, she didn't actually make any effort to get up, if anything she leaned against him a bit more.

Barely shifting, Isaac rested his hand against hers. The closeness he could share with the others was something knew to him, the separation he had experienced for so many years from nearly everyone something he didn't think he could ever go back to. "I suppose we could do that. The seats are a tiny bit more comfortable than the ground."

Sometimes he thought of going to his dad's house, curling up under the blankets and sleeping there until he literally could not stay asleep. Maybe it would be days. The thought appealed but he never did it.

"Come on then. Let's head back."

Her foot knocked to his, just turning her ankle a bit enough to nudge his shoe with her own. Her fingers gave his a gentle squeeze before she shifted to rise to her feet. It was a fluid motion, all the grace and strength she'd gained from her newfound status giving her things she never had before. Erica tugged at the hem of her shirt, fixing it over her belt and brushing her hair off her shoulder.

"I walked here." Mostly because she could.

He waited until she was on her feet, moving with the same easy, the careful movements of a wolf that was unlike the tall, lanky kid he had been before. Yet as he gained his feet, shifting as if he tripped and running into her. "Oops," he said, laughing softly.

"Yeah, so did I. What made you come looking for me?"

Erica exhaled, shaking her head as her hand moved to steady his clumsy ass back to his feet. She went to dust the dirt off her jeans, but realized very quickly that she had been sitting in damp grass and moss for a while. Her hands rubbed to the front of her jeans, trying to get the cold dirt off of them before she glanced to him again.

"I knew you'd be out here. It gets too loud in the warehouse."

"Want a hand with that," he asked with a chuckle, knowing he might nudge and press close to her but he wasn't groping her. He had more respect for her than that.

"Yeah, it does. Just sometimes need to be able to think."

She'd already made a play for Derek and that went just fantastic, even if she was trying to do just what he asked of them, because she loved the feeling of concrete meeting her hip and knee. And all the other places in between. They were supposed to rely on each other and Stiles was lost in Lydia land most of the time. Even if he averted his eyes every time he talked to her, she knew she'd never get anywhere with him.

Isaac was part of the pack though. She knew him, she trusted him and if he was gonna keep letting his mouth say things his hands weren't going to cash in on she was going to have to get her head clear.

"Nothing wrong with silence," Erica remarked. Silence had been something she'd gotten her fill of, but she still saw the merit it held, the value in being able to just be alone. "Sorry if I ruined it."

"Ruined it? Wait, where'd that come from," he asked, rolling his eyes at her and giving a shake of his head with a tsking sound. "I think I might have been disappointed if you hadn't at least noticed I'd walked out. That you came to find me just proves I'm irresistible," he said, teasing. Mostly.

"I'm glad you came out here. Probably wasn't my smartest thing coming out here, and you took a risk following me. Not your smartest move," he added, still caught between being an ass and pack. "But I'm glad you did."

One arm slid around her waist, leaning in to press a soft kiss to her brow if Erica didn't go off and hit him for it.

"Think I want to get the blame for you getting lost or worse?" Her elbow nudged him, just a bit when he leaned in and pressed the kiss to her brow. It was that tenuous balance between pushing him away and allowing it because she didn't mind it. Not really.

"You can keep your irresistible charm bottled up for another night, Isaac."

"Oh good. Now I'm your puppy to look after," he asked, making a face. "I'm not wearing a leash and collar. It's not happening. Not even for you," he said, folding his arms over his chest. Playing and flirting came like second nature now, moreso with the members of the pack. With them it was play, with others he felt that growl within, the desire to break people whether physically or mentally.

"I don't know. I might not make it. May have to turn it on someone else."

"I can get you a bow instead if that's more up your alley," Erica teased. Shrugging, she moved away from him and started to head back the way she came. "C'mon, we should start to at least pretend like we are gonna head back."

Because, her ass... Well, it's not numb, but her jeans are dirty.

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