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[ Spending time at Alan's place was always a gamble. Putting aside his dad's wish to see him in an early grave as opposed to anywhere near him, the rest of his family were always a worrying presence. So Scott has to take advantage of the nights in which he's left alone, where the only sounds were the soft gasps and cries from their lips.

Scott is still hyper-aware of their surroundings, of course, but his attention is wholly focused on Alan. At some point, though Scott couldn't remember the details if he tried, they've migrated from his bed to the carpet, but they could have been laying on concrete for all Scott cared. He never tires of running his lips along Alan's, down the crook of his neck, slowly mapping each gentle tone and muscle of his torso. Gentle fingertips follow suit, trailing along his waist and gingerly pulling on the hem of his underwear.

He looks up at the other's face, a knowing smile on his lips as he speaks. ] How long do we have until your dad comes home again?

[Alan wouldn't have considered himself a submissive type. Not really. He'd always wanted to be the strong one, the one that could be relied on. Things had shown him lately that maybe he wasn't always capable of being that, but that it was also okay to ask for help. It was okay to let himself go around Scott, because he could trust him to catch him and not be a smug jerk about it. Scott was... Scott.

Scott took the time to make him feel like he was something worthy of his attention. He treated him like each touch was something special and Alan craved that from him. His hands moved down to slide up over Scott's, urging him to finish what he was teasing to do, body arching up into the touch that had him shivering.]

God, what time is it?

[He turned his head to check. He had a tendency to get lost in their sessions, forget how long had passed.]

Two and a half hours? Ish? More than enough time.

[Time enough for a second and faster round.]

[ Scott hadn't actually expected Lydia to take him up on his offer. Arranging the stars on his ceiling, sure, but this? It has to be the biggest stroke of luck he's hit in a long time. To be fair, the actual decorating had been surprisingly fun, even if the best he could do was follow her orders for where everything should be. Admittedly, his room looked a lot better once those cheesy stars were actually given organization. They were still cheesy, but marginally less pathetic than before. Hey, at least he didn't actually have superhero bedding anymore.

Admittedly, he can't help the pang of guilt he feels when she settles on top of him, their clothes sprawled somewhere along his already messy floor, but whatever qualms he might have are pushed to the back of his mind. She's a sight to behold, and it's been a long time since he's been close to anyone. He's only ~~mostly~~ human. ] See? It's just like stargazing.

[ He smiles as he leans up, pressing his lips to hers and kissing her deeply, hands roaming along her back. ]

[ If she's completely honest with herself, there hadn't been much hesitation. She'd feigned hesitation, feigned the whole thought process that was involved in going over to a boys house and weighed it against the best friend code. But she's decided before even cementing the date for Saturday, and everything else is sort of like a fugue state riddled with impatience and suppressed, preemptive guilt.

But that's all easy to forget once she's actually in his bedroom. It's fun; they decorate and jump on his bed a little and she bosses him around like she'd do if they were doing a chemistry experiment.

It's sort of like a chemistry experiment. Change happens.

s + l / Δ = sl, and just like that their clothes come off. It's just kissing at first, but when does kissing ever not escalate when on a bed? Her blouse and bra come off in a blink of an eye, and then it's all just skin and slow grinding and it's nice, until he can't stop talking and she can't help snorting. ]

Except minus the cold, the bugs, and the increased likelihood of being caught and cited for indecent exposure, right? [ Those aren't really complaints, though. Not when she's running her hands along his chest, gently teasing his nipples, and deliberating on where she next wants to put her mouth. ] Am I even able to give you a hickey? Or would it just disappear?

[ It'd only been about 3 months since she'd started school in town, but that was all the time that was needed for Carolyn to win Scott's heart. She understood him-- not only because their personalities were compatible, but understanding only in the way another werewolf can. It's nice to be able to take midnight runs with her, to suffer through the same urges around the time of the full moon.

Right now, however, this was supposed to be a study session. A study session that had somehow devolved into Scott massaging the tension out of Carolyn's back and upper arms. And knowing them, it would likely spiral into something worse. Already, his hands were beginning to wander dangerously low along her jeans. ]

Uhh... we're not getting back to World War II anytime soon, are we? [ He asks, tone mildly amused. ]

{Scott was pretty amazing, and he was so cool, and reliable when it came to her wolf side--and any other side of her. She was kind of scared about her anger issues though, and had yet to really show him that side of her. But, she did enjoy his company, his warmth, and with her trust issues? Well, Carolyn could honestly say that she trusted him a lot. Not sure about just how much? But she trusted him, and that meant that she could slowly let him in in every way--she really cared about him.

So, when she invited over to 'study', but in truth? She wanted him around, wanted that smile, and his warmth, and his deft hands with their attention to detail. As he massaged her back, she arched up into his hands. Her moans were soft, but intense. She had a very sensitive back, and a sensitive everything. So, as he worked out the knots? Well, he worked her up pretty intently.

His comment pulled her back to the here and now, and she fell down into the bedding like a puddle of herself. Slowly she lifted her head to turn around and look at him. Her eyes were half lidded, and she was gazing at him through her long, blonde lashes. His massage had left her whole body full of goosebumps, and they were still there on her arms, and back--as well as her naked chest and belly. Her skin was pink with a soft flush, she slowly licked at her lips before answering.}

Fuck World War II, Scott. I am more concerned about the war that is going on in my head. Like, how much I want your hands all over me, but not just a massage. {She said in a purring, soft voice. Her eyes flashed for a moment as she reached her hand behind to touch his arm.}

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