bakerstreet | starry night meme

Isaac realized how easily he could become caught up in this. How many times would he find himself in the future lost in the sounds she made, the small smile that she might give that would remind him of this moment? Then when there were claws on him, not cutting and yet so close, that other part of her that he cherished. Cherished as much as he did Erica herself.

Loosening his hold, letting her shoulders rest against his arm that buffered her from the rough bark of the tree. String into that exquisite face, bright eyes and full lips. Elegant and sensual at the same time.

"Come on," he murmured softly, encouraging as he slid a hand between them, fingers brushing over her the best they could. "Don't think you're not joining me," he whispered, knowing he would do whatever it took for her.

Everything seemed tangled up in him. Limbs, fingertips, tongue and teeth all finding their place with him. The sensations build, clinging to her as she tries to focus on the intent, on the words he murmured close to her. She wondered how this had changed, how it had gone to wicked smirks to his touch so intimate against her. Thoughts pushed to consider tomorrow and the next...

Her attention drew downward, letting her eyes wander over the way his fingers worked over her. The image making connections and creating different reactions on their own as she felt her body hit a wall. There was no where else for all of this to go and with that final press across her she felt the tremble start in her knees and slide down her thighs.

The spasm felt electric, a sudden involuntary motion that broke her against him as she allowed that rush to guide her. Her head tipped back with a cry of his name, then fell forward with her forehead resting to his shoulder as every mumble of a word slipped between jagged cries of pleasure as her climax rocked through her.

She was watching him but Isaac’s gaze was on her face. He loved the way she looked, hair touseled and nude in his arms and watching him as he worked to bring her off. Still trembling from the force of his own release, his body sheened with sweat and giving soft mewling sounds with every flutter of her body. Even as he stroked her, fingers brushing over delicate folds and slick heat, he thought about next time, of taking his time just licking and nuzzling at her, using fingers and tongue to bring her off time and again. Another time when he wasn’t still caught up in here and now, in the desperate need that had been lurking beneath the surface for weeks and had finally overcome him in this moment.

The sound of his name like that made his hips buck despite the softening of his release, gasping as sensitive flesh ground against her. His fingers slowed, sliding up with a brush over his own torso, drying them slightly before moving to cup the back of her neck, fingers tangling in her hair. “Shhh,” he whispered to her softly, rocking her against him. “God, so beautiful,” he murmured, tilting his head to kiss her temple

Her breathing was labored, slightly shaky as she allowed her limbs to relax from the tension they'd been nearly locked in for so long. Each time she inhaled it felt like it was burning through her as her lungs ached for air. Erica let her head tip toward his mouth, allowing his lips to rest to her temple softly as she shut her eyes. Swallowing, she was positive that if she shifted too much the tangle of limbs that they'd become would become a disaster.

Rather than focus on that, she just let her hands run against his torso, spindling her fingers up and down over his shoulders and back. The softest of touches that helped calm her own heartbeat as she slowly allowed herself to come down.

He wasn't even sure how they were still standing on their feet. Maybe it was just sheer determination. Barely shifting, both arms sliding around her as he stayed close so that the mixture of the tree and his body would still hold her up.

A soft kiss, breathing out in a low, soft whimper. "Not... not what I had planned," he murmured. Though maybe he meant for the night. Or maybe it was a commentary on thinking about the two of them together like this. Just another time and place.

"Are you okay," he asked, still a bit breathless.

Her fingers moved from his back to up over his shoulders and back into his hair. The damp of his hair, the way it slid through the curls, made her just want to cling to it even more. A soft smile curved up across her lips as she leaned in to brush a kiss to him in return.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I'm not sure I should move," she admitted with a slight hint of teasing. Even as she said it, she could feel the cramp building up in her thigh, closer to her hip. Still, she stayed with him, sighing a deep breath outward.

That made him chuckle, shifting his head to push in against her touch. Eyes closing, content and replete despite the way his body was starting to feel the cold. Sweat cooling on his skin, sending a shiver up his spine.

"Mmm, then don't. I like how you feel right here," he admitted, moving to try and find her lips with his, not opening his eyes, just ghosting his mouth along her cheek.

Erica hummed in response, her head tipping to help catch his mouth to hers. She wanted to laugh at the fact that her jeans were a shredded pile of denim pooled at their feet, but instead she just focused on the warmth slowly dissipating away from them.

When she pulled away from his mouth, she didn't stray very far, just enough to murmur, "You feel good too." The admittance a simple one, but new none the less.

The kiss was different than before. Soft and replete, not so much content as happy and relaxed. Amazing what something about desperate need could turn to something else entirely for two such as them.

"Damn right I do," he teased, mouth brushing hers once more. "Next time though... definitely a bed. And heat," he added, shivering as his arms tightened around her.

She smirked softly, a reply already on the tip of her tongue as she allowed that lazy press of his lips to distract her.

"What next time?" Erica teased in response. Her one leg finally moved enough to put her toes to the ground again. The stretch definitely a welcome pull. "And you at least still have most your pants still on. I can't even put mine back on."

"The next time when I lay out you and do unspeakable things to you just because I like the sounds you make," he admitted, saying it as if it was a done deal. Yet he grinned at her, a tiny bit shy and it showed.

"You want mine," he asked, meaning it. "Would have to hold them up but they'd get you inside."

She didn't need to reply to that, the slight bit of shyness from him was really charming and she knew that she had been teasing in the first place. For the most part it was just really nice to hear. Of course, his offer was amusing and she laughed at it.

"I thought the whole thing was that you had just gotten into my pants," she teased. "As interesting as it might be to watch you try and explain why you have no pants, it might be easier to just loan me your jacket. I do have a habit of wearing short skirts. Wearing no pants is pretty close."

Despite how wild and needy he had been during sex, he was still such a confusing mixture of who he'd been and what he'd become. Stealing a kiss when she smiled, though it changed to a frown when she laughed. He leaned back slightly, looking perplexed, brow furrowing.

"Yeah well, I can take their shit. I don't want them giving you shit for this," he said, though they both had to know they'd know. If not the sounds of their sex, then the scent clinging on and around them. "But course you can have my jacket. Whatever you need."

"Are you trying to say that I can't handle it?" she teases. Her body shifts, just enough to actually part from him a bit more than she had been before. Her hands brush along his torso as her line of sight casts down. "It's going to be very obvious."

Her eyes glance up to his, knowing that she can't really pick out where her scent ends and his begins. The entire area around them has that heavy weight to the air, clinging to them a bit. "I should at least try to find some of my clothing." At the very least, she still has her bra.

"Well..." He seemed to consider that, head back a moment and eyes narrowing her as she gave her as best a once over as he could. "I guess you can do okay," he said, voice a bit gruff a moment as she moved away. His gaze followed hers and he chuckled. "I don't think there's any hiding it. Hell, they probably already know."

"Oh please do. I want to keep the jeans," he admitted, grinning in that way only a damn smug teenage boy can.

Her hand pushed at his abdomen, shoving lightly, "You're not getting them." They were in a pile at her feet, but she was planning on taking them along with the rest of her ruined clothing, of which she realized she really was not going to be able to wear again.

Erica was mostly just relieved that she'd been the one to take her own shirt off. She leaned in and pressed a kiss to his chest, "Your shirt if behind you."

He took a step back, grinning at her widely. "Why not," he asked, moving his foot to try and kick them to one side as if keeping them from her. "Not like we don't share space, right? They can just be on my side of space."

Teasing her, enjoying it. He sighed though at that kiss, fingers brushing over her hair, not risking tangling them through the silken strands. "As you wish."

He turned, dipping to pick it up and presenting it to her hooked on one finger. "For you."

She watched him, but also took her own shirt up off the ground. When he presented his to her, she grinned, "I think you should wear it. I have my own."

She tugged her shirt on over her head, pulling her hair out and away from her back, letting it fall over her shoulders. She would look for her underwear, if she'd been wearing any, so instead she's stuck with a pile of shredded denim and a shirt that, thankfully, actually had enough length to it. His jacket would help though. "You don't think a pair of my shredded jeans, just lying around is going to be an odd thing to keep?"

He laughed, winking at her because he wasn't sure how he'd expected things to be after this but he liked it was still kind of like it always was. Teasing and light and not awkward. He could definitely live with that.

Tugging his shirt on, he moved to pull up his jeans, working to get himself arranged and dressed and tidy once more. Tidier, at least.

"I cut them off you with my own claws and you ask if that's odd," he teased, grinning as he ducked his head.

Erica rolled her eyes at him, shrugging into her jacket, even though she knew she was going to be wearing his, too.

"Yes, I ask if it's odd, because I should throw them out. Having loose denim, just lying around, smelling like... us isn't really going to be a smart thing."

He found his jacket, shaking it out because of dried glass and stray leaves. Giving it another quick snap of the wrist, he moved to get it right side up, holding it by the shoulders for her to get into.

"Logical. I don't know what to do with you," he said, smiling widely and making it obvious he was just dicking with her now, playing games just to see how she'd react.

His jacket was cold from being on the ground all this time, but she couldn't really complain as it covered her up more and could explain why she had his scent on her. It didn't explain away why there was so much of his scent on her, but she didn't actually care. Derek's remark of having someone else I mind for her didn't apply. She wasn't some werewolf mail order bride.

"Probably a lot of masturbating," Erica teased.

If Derek put his foot down, they'd cross that bridge when they got there. Until then, he was finding friendship and companionship where he chose. Right now that choice was Erica. Not just because she could take whatever happened, like shredded jeans, but because he genuinely enjoyed time with her. She was bright and funny, and sarcastic as hell and kept him on his toes.

"Oh like that wasn't happening before," he said with a pfft sound.

Erica lifted an eyebrow, smirking at him. "Oh, I know."

Look, they shared a living space. She does have keen senses.

"Yeah yeah. Whatever. Like you haven't been there, done that," he said with a roll of his eyes, shifting to nudge her lightly with his shoulder.

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