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[ She hadn't wanted to see him. Had no reason to want to see him; had every reason to hate seeing him, fear his presence. So of course the sight of him framed in the doorway isn't a welcome one, and her mouth contorts with the appropriate level of anger and disgust. She doesn't flinch when he snaps the book shut, and that right there deserves a commemorative medal. The fact her green eyes are fixed to his blue deserves some recognition, too, even if it's only for a few seconds. And even if they're narrowing at his pet name, his blatant attempt to make her uneasy, and his mocking questions - they're steady.

There's even a dramatic roll of the eyes in the space after he talks, and an aggravated sigh as she brushes past him. Given, Lydia tries her very best not to touch him; makes a show of turning sideways and hugging the doorjam until she's past Peter and can stroll into the middle of the sparse loft. It feels better when there's more space between them, freer and less intimate. The door frame had been weirdly intimate because she remembered the last time he'd forcibly escorted her out the door and kissed her in the hallway. Most intimate moments Lydia liked to dwell on did not involve slapping and scared sweat and running away. And as far as she was concerned, she wasn't here to make any better memories. ]

No, [ Lydia sneers, judging everything from the ceiling to the floor in this apartment, including him. Seriously, how could she ever miss him? But there's far too long a pause between her declaration and her reason for it to be completely buyable. ] I wanted to talk to Derek. Is he here?

[ It's Peter's favorite when she tries to be strong. It's his favorite when she tries to stand tall like an unmovable statue. He gets all flustered when she tries to appear bigger. She is stronger though. He knows that, but right now she's struggling to keep it all in check. He can tell. He won't voice it though. Let her have her fun. She's getting stronger by the day and it's one of his favorite things lately. Watching her change and grow since they shared a body and mind. It was intimate. Probably the most intimate that Peter had ever unintentionally been with a woman. She was a teenager, but there is nothing about Lydia Martin that does not scream woman. You'd be a fool to think otherwise.

He rolls his eyes and shuts the door loudly once she's inside. However she wanted to play this was fine by Peter. His head tilts finally and he tosses the book onto the nearby couch. He exhales softly and makes his way towards her. She may have created distance on purpose, but Peter is very good at crushing that space. He's very good at staying close and creating massive personal space issues with people. It's kind of what he does best and he really does his best work when he's in the presence of Lydia. He's a little surprised that she hasn't sprinted for the bathroom or something where she can have a door keeping them apart. ]

Right. [ The smile on his face right now is delicious. So adorable when she tries to resist him. ] No. He's out. Why would you need to speak to my nephew? As I remember you did drug him and take him to me. I don't imagine that makes the two of you best friends. Why do you need him? [ Because he doesn't buy your bullshit Derek excuse at all. ] I'm sure there's something that I can help you out with. [ He's close now. Way too close for comfort. ]

[ She really hates him.

Not in some quirky, cute 10 Things I Hate About You way. More of the I think about killing you sometimes, that has lately crossed into I think about killing you late at night territory, and is steadily dissolving into I think about you late at night. And it's awful and she hates it, and hates him for it because she's sure he's causing it somehow. Planted the seed in her head all those months ago and was fueling it now with his proximity and teasing and those light, little threatening kisses the last time she was here.

Of course, last time she'd been all but thrown out. Cora had been sick and she had been screaming, and had she not been so upset with the whole ordeal, it would have been plenty reasonable that he'd asked her to leave. This time there's no shouting, and Lydia takes more than her fair share of time studying the interior of the loft with attention to detail she'd never paid it before.

It buys her time in responding; buys her time in formulating her lie, and by the time she turns around to face him, he's readily invading her personal space. It makes her mouth goes dry, and she stares at him with open lips for two long seconds before swallowing. ] I had some questions for him. [ For a genius, her lies are terrible. At least she can speak them with conviction. ] Him, and not you. I didn't come here for you.

[ She lets him get close, very close, too close to comfort. But lending to the whole Derek, not Peter insistence, Lydia belatedly raises a hand and pushes at his chest. ]

[ Peter Hale has been around the block enough to know that it's easy for hate to turn into lust. It's easy for the rage to bubble up and turn into anger. She's always been angry with him. Hated him with such a strong passion that she could have probably made an Olympic sport out of it with the help of Derek. Derek had a reason too. Peter had killed Laura. Laura was a means to an end, but he did feel horrible about it when he was alone. She was his niece. She looked and acted so much like Talia that he ached. His big sister was gone and so was Laura. Talia wasn't his fault, but Laura was. It was Peter's problem and no one else's though. As bad as Peter is though--he's never stooped to manipulating a young girl's feelings in that manner. Sure emotional torment and manipulation were good, but not like that. He had nothing to gain from that.

She's very adamant on proving to him and maybe a little bit herself that she didn't come to the loft to see Peter. Even though she knew damn well that Peter would no doubt he lurking. His niece was recovering and he needed to be close. She's trying so hard to prove that she doesn't think about him in the slightest. Peter's actually amused by this whole ordeal. Peter teeters back when she pushes at him, but he doesn't really move. He just leans back into position and lifts a hand to take hers from his chest. He takes the opportunity to lace their fingers together. Isn't that nice, Lydia? ]

I'm probably more knowledgeable about this stuff than Derek. He's gotten most of his information from me or my older sister. You forget that I grew up with her--I know just as much as her. Asking me would probably benefit you more. [ His tongue snakes out and runs over his lips slowly because just maybe he's testing her. Trying to figure out just what has sent Lydia Martin here. It certainly wasn't to talk to his nephew. ]

[ It's nice the way burning skin is nice; electrifies the way touching a jellyfish electrifies. But electrifies all the same. Paralyzes her nerve endings and leaves her stuck at two points: to him and to the floor.

She hates it, of course. It's precedent. ]

Yeah, [ she admits, kind of surprised with herself that she's actually processing what he's saying and responding intelligently. ] But I don't like you.

[ Well, responding, anyway. ]

[ If Peter was half as bad as Lydia thought wouldn't he have just left town already? Wasn't he this ultimate boogeyman? Why would he still be here? It's clear they're making no progress with the Alpha Pack or Jennifer Blake. They're chasing their tails. Wouldn't Peter be better off leaving town and letting Derek fight this? And yet he's still here. He's still sitting by Cora's bedside trying to keep an eye on her. Isn't that a good thing? That's just Peter's take though. Flawed by his own inflated view of his persona. Nothing would be accurate coming from Peter Hale.

He smiles when she cops to not liking him. No one likes him apparently. It's never bothered Peter and it's probably not going to start. Having someone not like you means absolutely nothing to him. ] I don't care, sweetheart. Liking me has no connection to anything below the belt and I think you know that. You're a smart girl? How's anatomy work? [ His gaze flickers downward as his free hand moves to brush light fingers over her hips. ]

I - [ Wait. ] What?

[ Just because she was thinking things along the same line didn't mean she was fully prepared for anything quite so spot on to come out of his mouth. He's not even particularly vulgar, but every word that drips from his lips is outright filthy. Lydia flushes accordingly, though basic embarrassment is to blame too.

Was she that obvious? (Yes.) Obvious enough that he'd figured out what she wanted before she'd admitted it to herself? (Yes.) Had he really just said that? (Yes!) And did that mean this was going to end like some of those indecent trains of thought had ended? (Well...) ]

Wh- ah... No. [ She shakes her head when he touches her hip, a quiet no don't do that even as her mouth goes dry and her breath quickens. ] I didn't come here for - for an anatomy lesson. I know how it works.

[ Peter can smell it on her. It's mixed with a multitude of other scents, but it's there. It's linger just belong the surface. She should really be more careful as to who she hangs out with. They could smell things on her. Smell them and know that she's been having some thoughts. He's not sure what's in the thoughts, but they exist. They have to exist. With that scent almost always comes thoughts. They go hand in hand. Don't the thoughts usually spark that scent? Peter's excellent at biology. He's excellent at a lot of things though. He honestly can't help it though. He was just born this way.

His smile only grows when she struggles to desperately shut him down. It's so cute when she tries this hard. It's like watching a puppy struggle to climb stairs. A flustered Lydia Martin is a rare sight. She could be a violent little pistol when backed up against a wall and he knew this. He was honestly surprised she hadn't tried to go for the throat yet. Which is why he's going to ignore the last few sane thought processes that he actually does possess. ]

Yes. I had hoped you would. Then I suppose you know what comes next right? [ He doesn't even let Lydia respond. He leans down and closer to Lydia. Once their lips make contact he lifts his hand to cup her cheek and opens his mouth just a bit wider. He's not going to push, but he's going to give her the option. Though he's certainly expecting a slap possibly. ]

[ It's really unfair. All her friends (and even her enemies) have super senses that can just sniff her and deduce what she's feeling; can touch her and deduce what she's thinking based on how hot her skin was; could close their eyes and pick out her heartbeat in a room full of people, and guess what she wanted based off of how high her blood pressure was. None of it was fair. None of it was ever fair.

And right now, none of it is PG, either. Barely PG-13. She's everything; she's hot, her heart is racing, and her pheromones are running wild, and certainly triggering a social response — a viable one, too, because he's so close to her face and she decides she wants him even closer and then he's there. Then they're kissing, and she's so... relieved. And it's a strange emotion, but it's so strong that she's shaking and barely recognizes any of this as real.

It feels real, though. She's frozen, but they're kissing; she can feel the heat of his mouth and rough of his palm against her cheek, and it's...not awful. It's not even bad. It's almost nice, if not so so wrong, and she should slap him but she doesn't. Doesn't kiss him back immediately, either, because he asked her a question and she has an answer. ] A... A lot of bad things that I'll regret tomorrow, [ she breathes against his mouth. And because she's Lydia Martin, she's always right. ]

...But it's not tomorrow yet.

[ Peter will most definitely have to make it a game. Picking out what Lydia Martin is feeling when they're in a room together. Though he's generally leaning towards her feeling rage. Rage is the usual emotion followed by a slight tinge of fear. Because try as she might she still was a little bit afraid of him and things he was capable of. Though now he's certain other things will be mixed in as well. Arousal will of course be one of them. By this point it's falling off her in waves. It makes Peter dizzy. It makes him want to drop to his knees and make it even more prominent with his mouth. He could make it happen through her jeans too. He felt that confident in his abilities to make a woman scream and Lydia Martin certainly was a screamer.

She pulls back to answer and Peter has to chuckle. She's such a saucy young lady at times. He's never been more certain in his decision to attach himself to her in that way. She was definitely the wise choice. The smartest one of the bunch and yet they waited so long to fill her in on everything. What horrible, horrible friends they were. ] No. It most certainly is not. [ The smile he's exhibiting is positively predatory. He looks more like he wants to eat her alive than fuck her roughly. Though he does really want to do that second one a lot. He's got a feeling she'll know just what to do too.

Peter drops his hand from her cheek and tilts his head backwards. He's make a decision, but it's taking some time to arrive at the end of it. Finally he sighs. ] I could help you out with that--if you want. [ Peter Hale doesn't get on his knees for anyone in other circumstances, but right now he's dropping to his for Lydia Martin. Slowly. Placing a kiss every which way as he goes down. He stops just long enough to pop open the button on her jeans. ] Would you like that?

[ She likes him best when he's on his knees. given, she didn't really like him at all, but the second he sunk down, she felt...better. There wasn't a good word for it. It was almost like they were on a level playing field for once (but they weren't, and she knew it). From up here, she felt some semblance of control, even if he probably wouldn't stop undoing her pants if she'd asked him to.

He'd justify it by saying that she wanted it, or something just as questionable; he'd contribute to her minor consent issues, but he'd be right. ]

I don't want your help, [ Lydia tells him, but her breath is heavy and her eyes glazed. This is all too much; too much stimulus, too much to take in. She's nervous and flighty, and that makes her all the more sensitive. He pops the button on her jeans and she almost lets out an audible whimper. The compromise is to suck in a breath and distractedly force out: ] It - it always comes with strings attached.

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switching tenses all around because i'm lazyyyyy

i give up with tenses around 1am, it's a free for all here!

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i'm detouring from my prompt picture, but i don't care.

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