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[He rolled over when he heard her gait, looking up at her. All big eyes and touseled hair.]

Hey you.

[She knelt down, shifting a bit to get more comfortable.]

Can I stay here a bit? [Truthfully, she wanted to curl up with him, to just ignore all the other things in her mind and just seek out that closeness.]

[The moment she asked that question he scooted over and then extended his arm, offering.]

Course you can. As long as you want.

[That question eased the tension in his expression.]

Any time, Erica.

[Her hand moved to inch herself closer to him, taking the extended arm and sitting beside him, shifting until she was settled against him.]

You shouldn't feel like you have to stop. I know I tell you to, but... it just scares me sometimes.

[He was patient, waiting until she settled in. There was always something about contact now, but with Erica it felt right. Pack. Friends. He wasn't even sure what. He just liked how it felt.]

I try and do what you ask. Mostly. At least for you. If you want me to, I can. Especially if I'm scaring you. I never meant to.

[He wasn't sure how he scared her but knowing he did bothered him deeply.]

[Her fingers tugged at nothing, just pulling fabric at her knee for a moment.]

I never had anyone be there for me, Isaac. No one protected me, no one looked after me. [She knew he would understand it, that he had been there too.]

Now, now I have the pack and I have Derek and Boyd... and I have you. [She shut her eyes and exhaled softly.] I like having you look out for me, and I like being around you. [Her fingers fidget against the denim on her thigh, just more idle gestures as she tries to work through her nerves.] I like being with you, kissing you, I like everything we do.

I've never had that and I don't want to take that, that part of you and me that I like so much and put it ahead of the rest, because it would be so easy to do that. It would be so easy. [She repeated it, knowing that she might not even be making sense, and even as she listened to herself she wasn't sure she was making it clear.]

I can't lose the first things that I've ever liked having.

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[He shifted, turning slightly to face her more, watching how Erica acted, the way she moved with nervous energy. He thought to reach out, stop her, but he worried it would make her feel trapped.

Yeah well... I can't change that. No, maybe I could but I don't want to. I want to be here for you, protect you when I can and work beside you when I can't on my own.

[He finally reached out, lightly brushing the back of her hand with his, not taking her fingers. Not if she didn't want him to.]

So we stay friends and even lovers, and I'll not make things harder on you. I can do that Erica. For you.

[Because he knew there was very little he wouldn't do for her, but he knew not to say that outloud.]

You're not losing anything. Not me. Not the pack. Not Boyd and Derek.

[Her finger hooked to his, not an entire grip, not clasping her hand to his, but it was a connection of sorts as her pinky clung to his index finger.

Exhaling, she nodded with his response, she listened and she understood what he meant and how he was still pulling back from what he wanted to do and say. Having the Bite, changing this way was supposed to make everything better, it was supposed to mean that they didn't have to hold back anymore.

Her body shifted to face him more, moving to press in closer to him. Erica let her fingers move from fiddling on her jeans to brushing into his hair. The soft curls winding around her fingers as she leaned forward and kissed him softly. It was possible she was simply acting on those instincts that made her want to push him away, but he said she wouldn't lose them. He said it and she wanted to believe it.]

[Holding back was something that Isaac could overcome. One day. It wasn't just Erica though. He knew he did it with a lot of people. Like everyone a lot. All because one day things had gone from loving and complete family to saying the wrong thing would set off dad's pain at losing his eldest soon. After that the pain came and Isaac was nothing if not a survivor. He hadn't realized that until recently but the truth was, he was good at surviving. At least he had that.

His head pressed into that touch, so puppyish when it came to such contact, to being touched and the affection he craved. His mouth brushed against hers as his free hand moved to brush the side of her neck, sliding up under her hair and cradling the back of her neck.]

[Feeling the support, feeling the soft affection in his touch made her want to inch in closer to him, to return that care, that caress. Everything felt like she'd been keeping everything close to her chest, not letting go, not giving up on whatever she still had left of the girl she was. The change had come quickly, it was something she used to put out there and to give a presence, but she knew it wasn't her. Not really.

She's still trapped in the shadow of the girl that can't step out of the chanted names and the laughter.

Having someone like Isaac, having the pack, having this newfound family made her strong, but she didn't understand her place, she didn't feel that hand offering her a way to maneuver through what was happening to her. At least she knew she wasn't alone.

Her mouth pressed to his harder, her lips parting over his as she inched in toward him. She didn't want to leave him, she didn't want to feel alone.]

[Very few saw Isaac. Before they had been blind to him. Just about as blind as he had been to Erica. Yet now, having her there with him, he felt he could be anyone, be anything. She knew the worst, had seen his best, and somewhere in between she'd come to him when he'd been heartbroken over showing too much emotion to her. Not because he didn't want her to know, but because he feared her reaction to it.

As she moved closer she gave him an opening, and he was willing to take it. Arms sliding around her, moving to pull her closer to him as his head canted. Deepening the kiss, moaning into it as he curled his fingers through her hair, holding her close to him.

There was a hint of need to that kiss, desperation as well. A need that he didn't show often and yet when it broke through, he couldn't help himself, unwilling to hide anything from her.]

[Erica let that desperation and need radiate into her. She let her body lean in against his and she allowed everything he was pushing toward her be felt. There was no shutting it down, no pushing it away as if she didn't deserve it or that he was feeling sorry for her. Her knees pressed down into the mattress as her weight shifted into him slightly. This was easy. This was simple to accept, even if she had held so much doubt to it before.

Soft sounds pressed from her to him as she allowed the kiss to continue, allowed it to deepen. Her fingers moved up the nape of his neck, tugging into his hair as her hands threaded upward into the soft curls.

Pulling away, slightly, just enough to let out a warm breath against his mouth she smirked. Her lips ghosted over his, breathing hard as her chest rose and fell. She kept her fingers in his hair, just staying close to him in the moment.]

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[So many times before he had balked at this moment. Not for himself but for her. Never asking for more than she was willing to give. What she offered was more than enough for him. Now though, now he didn't hold back.

He wondered how loud his heart sounded to her, the heavy, watery thud that seemed to almost obliterate the sound of her own heartbeat as it came to him. His chest heaved despite how tight it felt. His heart felt too heavy, lighter than it had been in months at the same time.

Canting his head slightly as he pressed into her touch, knowing that so much of it was nothing to do with anything but feeling her breath against his lips, breathing it in as his hands skimmed along her shoulders, aching to wrap snugly around her and pull Erica close to him. He wanted to tell her it was okay, that whatever they were was okay so long as she was there.

He kept silent though, unwilling to put that pressure on to her.]

[The silence was filled with so much more. So many things that they weren't saying, that he was holding away from her. She could hear her heart racing, hear his thudding away beneath his chest. She could feel the rise and fall of his ribs, lungs expanding and pushing him closer to her with each breath. She wanted to kiss him again, but she held off, instead letting her vision focus so close to him. Her head tipped, lifting up and brushing a kiss above his eyebrow, to his temple, as her fingers continued to tug and tease through his hair.

It wasn't that she didn't want to hear those unsaid things, not that she didn't want to hear what he felt, but for the moment - even in moments like this one - she still felt that it was safer for them both to just show these things. To give it with the press of a kiss or the softness of a touch.

Her fear, the one that sank low in her heart most nights was that one day they'd leave, that things would change and she'd be alone. She'd be alone and after the things that he'd said it would hurt more. Words could cut deeper and she didn't want those scars.

Erica held her mouth to his temple, shutting her eyes before she moved back and brushed another kiss to his mouth. Soft and yet still unrelenting as she kept it, plying more presses of her lips to his as she let that desperation for him start to burn through her.]

[Life had been a constant series of changes for Isaac. Of loss and pain and torment. He had lost his mother, and then his brother. His father had changed and then his life had become nothing but pain and torment while hiding behind his uniform and a soft smile.

Then had come Derek and the bite and more loss. This though, this was one of the points where he could focus on the good that had come into his life with all this change that had been in his life. Erica was a friend. She was someone he could rely on. She wanted nothing from him but friendship and trustworthiness. At least that was all he felt, and it was what he offered, the things he wanted to give her.

And he realized in this moment he didn't have to offer more. It didn't need to be in words. They didn't need to talk about it, and he didn't have to put them into words. Maybe it was the changes in his life that made him realize that touch and comfort and care offered as much as ill found words and hard to find phrases.

And so he nuzzled at her cheek, inhaling her scent and wrapping his arms around her to try and pull her close. Those smile kisses made him smile, body slumping in relief and relaxation as he leaned in close to her. This could easily be enough, he realized, because she was there and with him.]

[She gave into his tugging, into the way his arms pulled at her. It was hardly anything for her to sink onto his lap and settle against him. Her fingers threaded into his hair, soft touches that tugged at him, tugged to his scalp, tugged his mouth against her own.

She didn't need anything more, even if she knew he wanted to tell her things, even if she knew he wanted to express more to her. She didn't need those words, she needed him. At her side, strong at her back, and giving beneath her as she rocked over his lap.

He made her ache for him, a craving that contact, that press of his body to hers. Ever since the woods, ever since that night she'd wanted to press closer to him. She almost whimpered against his mouth, letting everything escalate as quickly as she could get it to.]

I want you, Isaac. [Her words were practically murmured to his mouth, barely parting from the kiss.]

[For so much of his recent life, even before the bite, Isaac had focused on words. Which to say, what not to do. All of that was something so careful to focus on. He hadn't wanted to take the chance to make a mistake, to say the wrong thing. Or, worse in his mind, not say the right thing.

Yet in this moment, as she moved against him, he was realizing how much he didn't need to focus on those things. He just needed this. Her. Especially when she said those words, breathing them in.

It was a lightening, an electrical shot through him. It was delicious and all he wanted. Kissing her back then, both hands plunging into he hands, kissing her suddenly, hard. Showing not telling. That he could get used to.

Tasting her, tongue twining around hers before sweeping the roof of her mouth, moving with the same eagerness of his hands as it tangled in her hair, pulling her a bit closer.]

[Settling against his lap, her thighs spread further apart, rutting herself up to him as close as possible. Her head canted, pressing her entire being to him as her tongue explored his mouth, tasted him. Erica moaned softly, her breath holding the sound a bit as she shifted.

This was what she wanted. She wanted him. She wanted a connection, to feel needed, important. Wanted. Fingers slid into his hair, tugging a bit harder, guiding his head into the kiss for as much as she could get from him.]

[For Isaac he tried to say things to not lose things. Yet he was realizing that he wasn't losing anything for not talking, for not trying to explain. He was finding a new way to communicate. Because in that moment, he heard Erica loud and clear. Not just in her physical need but suddenly it was okay. Them. This. Him.

Enough to slide his hands around to the small of her back, holding her close, no longer wanting her there with him but having her.

Head canting, deepening the kiss as he nearly leaned into her with the next roll of his hips. No more room to be claimed between them but wanting more as he pressed up, moved against her with a tiny sound in the back of his throat.]

[This was good. This was what she was more than okay with. The press of him against her, the exploration of her mouth, the soft sounds he shared with her. She breathed him in.

Her hands pulled at his shirt, trying to tug it up off of him. She wanted to press to his skin, to feel that warmth of his body against her hands as she explored across his skin.

She wanted so much from him and she knew he would give it to her.]

[There was little to nothing that Isaac wouldn't give to Erica if it was in his power. When what she wanted was him, there was nothing he could do to resist. Nothing he wanted to do to resist either.

Even if the thought of breaking the kiss to get undressed was harder than Isaac might have thought. Pulling away, he ducked out of his shirt and wriggled back to get out of it even as his hands dropped, sliding up and under her blouse, long fingers splayed over her stomach and inching upwards.]

Want you. [He whispered the words, choking on the soft sound of it.]

[Her body shifted against his, even as he pulled away from her to peel his shirt off, she still managed to rock herself down against his lap. Her back arched and she ensured that there was something worth moving against. Smirking, when he moved back toward her, she pressed in closer to him. His words encouraging her as her body continued that forward momentum.]

[Letting the shirt drop, his hands sliding down to cup her ass. Using that hold as he moved against her, pulling her to him with every thrust of his hips.

Leaning in to her as he did, mouth seeking hers with a soft brush. A gentle brush and then shifting to lightly suckle her bottom lip, tenderly nipping at the plush line.]

[A low growl of claim pressed to his mouth from her own, her body moving to cling to whatever she could of him. She wanted into his pants, she wanted his pants off, she wanted to feel him against her, touching her, within her.

She wanted as much as she could have of him, as if everything was still not going to be enough.]

[The sound of that growl went straight through him, sliding deep within him with an electric charge. Moaning with desperate desire even as he broke the kiss, leaning away from her.]

Erica, please. Whatever it takes. Want you. Now.

[Even as he said it, his hands were moving to the hem of her shirt, tugging at the edge to move it up and over her head if she could.]