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The First Time Meme

THE ❝FIRST TIME❞ MEME

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THE LIST!
01] Romantic | You waited and waited and waited for the right moment to take this final step with your partner, and it really paid off; neither of you can imagine this night (or day!) to be any better than it is right now.

02] The Only Time | You know somewhere in your heart that you won't be getting a second chance for this. The relationship is forbidden, or they're moving away, or you're moving away, or something is tearing this relationship apart, and that may be the last thing you want.

03] Set-Up | ... Oh. Well. Someone nudged you and this other person together, the one that you may have loved or hated or been friends with your entire life. It isn't completely by choice, but it doesn't sound like that bad of an idea... Or maybe it does. Who knows?

04] Experience Difference | One of you knows exactly what to do, and the other doesn't! Maybe they're just a natural at this kind of thing... or maybe there's a thing or two they haven't told you yet.

05] Hesitant | One (or both) of you aren't quite sure if you're ready for this next big step... at the same time, you want this to happen, though the thought makes butterflies flutter around in the pit of your stomach.

06] Awkward | It feels like everything that can go wrong does go wrong. Relax? You can't relax! This is s-s-s-s-sex-- oh, boy, there's another mistake.

07] Wildcard | This is the "other" option. Choose any of the above or create your own!

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The last night of the full moon. Thank god that this will be over and for 27 peaceful days, he will not be disturbed again by the becoming a disgusting animal.

Except there was the problem of not being able to get to his clothes. As a wolf he had scented the other far away so made his change back elsewhere, but even after a while of wait, the man still hadn't gone away. It was only after getting closer, close enough for his human eyes to see, did he realize the man was actually sitting there holding his clothes.

Eliot growled softly, a noise that deepened when the wind shifted and he smelled something else... something not quite human, not quite wolf.

The other man was a werewolf like himself.

The retrieval specialist froze, unable to believe this. This would be his first time running into another were ever since he was changed years ago. For a moment, he didn't know what to do... until he realized the man was holding his clothes because he was waiting for Eliot.

Going back to growling again, Eliot stepped into view, naked as the day he was born and unashamed, with arms crossed over his chest. The wolf bite that gave him the curse was a prominent red scar on his upper thigh, a dark mark mixed with the rest of his scars.

He watched the other's reaction warily. "Give me back my clothes."

Jace just smiled, a genuine disarming smile, and held out the clothes like an offering.

"I just thought you might want them. You ran off a long ways." He tilted his head to the side, not budging, both hands where Eliot could see them.

"Running about naked searching for clothes can't be much fun. Especially in the woods. And without your shoes, too.

His eyes caught the scar, reaffirming what he had already guessed. He wasn't an inherit werewolf like Jace. He was a pathos.

"I mean, if that's your thing, I could go put them back, but it seems kind of silly?" He gestured off in the direction he had traced Eliot's scent back to to fetch the clothes. A good handful of miles off. It was surprising. Eliot had covered a lot more ground than the werewolves he usually met, who settled for finding a meal and lounging about after they fed. Even for an unlinked spirit, it was strange.

"You do want them, right?"

Eliot's eyes narrowed with suspicion as he took in the other werewolf. The creature sat upwind from him, possibly on purpose to let him scent him out and let him maintain his advantage? It was hard to say, but for the moment, Eliot didn't sense any danger from the other.

Except for the fact the man was a fucking werewolf, which automatically put him in Eliot's black books.

"Right, I asked for my clothes cause I don't want'em." He glared hard at the werewolf before approaching close enough to grab his stuff. He took a few steps back for some distance, not that it meant much with the speet of what one werewolf could do, before he started putting on his clothes.

Without ceremony, he began putting his pants on, making sure to never take his eyes off the stranger.

"You followed me out here. Why?"

"Followed you? Pal, you followed me. Must've caught my scent when you changed. Anyway, not the point." He slipped off the rock, slow, calm, keeping his hands low and visible at all times. He was like a cautious omega circling a strange alpha wolf. He had a feeling Eliot was the sort to respond badly to anything but submissive gestures at first. But he was a weaker wolf than Jace, who kept all his strength and heightened senses every day of the year, too in tune with his wolf spirit to ever be separate from it.

"I've seen wolves like you before. Must hurt. Two separate spirits fighting for one space. I'm sorry." He shook his head, keeping it bowed slightly. The wolf in Eliot had to still be present enough to register him for what he was acting. Submissive, unthreatening.

"I just thought it might make the day start off a little better if you didn't have to go on a naked trek to find your clothes. Isn't much fun, I'd wager, wandering the woods without even your fur to protect you."

Eliot snarled at the patronizing tone the other wolf used with him, but despite how his human side was irritated as heck, the werewolf made a good choice by being open in his actions. Both Eliot and his animal recognized it on conscious and subconscious levels, so as annoyed as he was, it held him back from making aggressive moves.

"First," he ground out, "I was waitin' for you to get away from my clothes."

He threw the shirt over his shoulders and tied it in place, not planning on losing eye contact even for the second it would take to put on his clothes. "Second," he growled, unwittingly letting out a bit of wolf. "I'm not a fuckin' animal and I don't wanna be."

"Oh. You've got it really bad, don't you." It wasn't actually a question. Jace was just making an observation as he watched the other man. So strange to see someone so out of tune with themselves, but it wasn't the first werewolf like that he had seen.

"You know. You like to run a fair distance. You're a pretty cautious guy, I can see. You might want to find a cave in the area to hide your clothes in before you change. If you camp out in it a few hours you'll think it's your den after you've shifted and you'll come back after your night time romp." He shrugged his shoulders casually, offering another smile.

"Then you won't have to wander about in the naked flesh lookin for your clothes. Can't imagine that feels good in these chilly months."

He leaned on a tree, hands limp at his sides.

"My name's Jace."

That... wasn't half bad an idea, actually. Jace was right about how troublesome it was to deal with during the times when he lost control of the creature and ran the woods like an animal. It didn't happen often, but it happened sometimes, like tonight. Then it became a challenge of tracking to get his way back to where he started, especially when it involved changing back so far from where he first changed that it turned into a troublesome hike through the woods on a cloudy day. Eliot could handle the naked, but it was still uncomfortable nonetheless.

It was sound advice, but unfortunately, the retrieval specialist wasn't an easy man to win over. For the other werewolf's advice, he got back a narrowed eyed look and defensive posturing.

"Jace." He said it like he was tasting out the word.

"Get this straight, I control the beast." Most of the time.

"Clearly." Jace quirked a brow at him, but just as easily dropped back to submissive signals. He knew the posturing, and Eliot was still close enough to his transformation that posturing should still hold instinct impulses on him, so Jace tilted his head to the side in a gesture that made his skin tingle with discomfort. His weakest point was exposed like this, and it was the fastest way to cry non-threat at a wolf.

"Which is a shame, considering what you think of it. Doesn't have to be that way, you know. You could hold all that strength and skill all the time with out the blind fits of animal instinct." Which he was carefully proving were still there with his gestures and posturing. The Wolf in Eliot would fight the human instincts. His body language spoke submission to a wolf and haughty challenge to a human. What a confusing misunderstanding in reading signs.

He stretched his arms over his head, a gesture that for humans was a surrender, but for the wolf would be considered a challenge, intimidation, and yawned, gripping one wrist with the other and arching his back.

The little area between Eliot's eyes scrunched up in mistrust and confusion when he kept reading the mixed signals coming from the other were. He read one way, his wolf instincts kicked in and insisted another. Either way, he didn't like it and he growled to show as much.

"I don't need an animal to improve my skills," he snarled back, clearly put off by the patronizing way the other man was talking to him. He could tell that unlike him, Jace enjoyed running around being a beast, and it disgusted Eliot even more.

But something about what the other said did raise flags in his mind. Something about... without the blind fits of animal instincts? He doubted the other meant it the same way he wanted it to, but if it was a chance, he had to ask.

So cautiously, he added, "You know a cure for this curse?"

Jace scowled, the first real negative expression he had had since Eliot finally walked up to him. He fixed the man with brown eyes that seemed to lighten and glow to a near golden yellow and tilted his head.

"Yeah, stop considering it a cure. It ain't a curse or a blessing pal. It just is. Sooner you figure that out, sooner you'll be able to get a handle on your instincts." Because now he was going to prove just how not in control of them Eliot was. He drew his lips back to bare his teeth, the little hairs at the back of his neck bristling a challenge.

"You think you control 'the beast', but you don't. you cage a part of yourself up until it has no choice but to snarl and slam against the bars you're trying to build. It will always get loose, and the more you lock it up, the less control you'll have. Go ahead. Show me you're in control by turning around and walking away."

With that challenge he spread his legs apart on the ground, lowered his head to keep his neck from view and his golden eyes focused on Eliot. He made no move to attack. He stood perfectly still, but every signal in his body read challenge, and if he was right, the wolf in Eliot would respond with a powerful need to show the wolf who had been signaling omega all this time that he was the alpha of the two. A challenge Eliot would lose, not because Jace was stronger, but because the instant he lunged Jace would be a wolf again, watching him from the rocky ledge above the cave. This area was home and Jace knew every tree and rock in the forest like the fur on his back or the hair on his head.

For a second, Eliot's blue eyes became flecked with gold as well as his wolf responded to all of Jace's signals like the werewolf thought he would. The challenge was clear as day and too obvious to be ignored, and even if Eliot wasn't an alpha wolf, didn't want to be one, he wasn't about to take that insolence from a lowly omega creature.

He snarled back, bearing his teeth in a deep chest rumble that was more animal than human as he straightened his chest to make himself larger. Then all of a sudden, the gold receded and vanished, leaving glaring blue eyes in their wake that were no less angry but wholly human.

Eliot snarled again, low like an animal but completely himself. Jace was right, the wolf was in a cage and was barely controlled, but he had underestimated the retrieval specialist's ability to control his beast. The animal tried to get free but as soon as Eliot realized, the creature was slammed back harsh and brutal into its cage.

Jace chose the wrong way for Eliot to prove his control. Walking away was precisely the very best form of control Eliot was capable of.

He spun on his heel and kept his awareness on high for baring his back to a possible danger. But he could do it and he would, and be prepared if Jace decided to be stupid and attack.

"Watch me." And he walked the other way to where he hid his car.

It was clear when Eliot turned around that Jace had underestimated him, but just as clear to him was how miserable the man was making himself by trying to build a wall to split his soul in two. He didn't realize he wasn't fighting a beast. He was fighting himself.

Sitting back down on the rock, Jace watched him go, waiting until the man disappeared to shift back to the form of the wolf. He listened for the sound of the distant car and pitied the other werewolf.

Some people just couldn't see what was right on the tip of their snout.

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