Stealing Forever - Chapter 2 - Sweetest Drug

:::CLAIRE:::

It had finally come.

After months of planning and place cards and registries and invites. Listening to the incessant bickering of her mother and his sisters. Selecting swatches in shades of blue and silver for cloth napkins. Food tasting and shower gifts and securing a venue.

At last, she had finally come to the veritable apex of her year-long climb towards the altar.

The dress.

Well, not quite the dress. Despite her best efforts over the last six months, that little bugger hadn't quite made itself known yet, sadly-- more like a dress, or dresses.

It was a necessary evil - and, evil it was. Over time, she'd gone through a litany of emotions, from the highs of intense happiness to the trenches of sadness, anxiety, frustration, hopelessness – all brought on by a simple lack of fabric, thread, and buttons. Her emotions all lead her back to this place in the end. Even with weekend trips to New York, Los Angeles and Paris, three wedding gown 'specialists,' not to mention wreaking havoc on Philadelphia metro, that integral part of their nuptials still remained incomplete.

Chapter 3 - Stealing Forever - Give and Take

:::EMBRY:::

"Seriously, Dude. You owe me big. Epic big," Quil grunted for the fifth time that morning, attempting to maneuver the large couch up the narrow stairs of Embry's new condo. "I don't know why you couldn't just get movers in here to help you."
"I know, I know I do, and why get movers when I've got you guys?" Embry had called the rest of their friends, and all but two were unable to help him move, and even they couldn't make it until well after lunch. How convenient that daughter's ballet recitals and trips to the market with grandmothers were impeding upon their ability to help him get all his crap into this place this particular morning.
His move into the much larger, loft-style space was past due. Things were picking up considerably at the gallery, and now he could afford something that had spacious rooms for painting and the storage of his own massive collection of artwork.

Chapter 4 - Stealing Forever - Left to Be Here

:::JACOB:::


For the rest of his life, he'd remember everything that happened that night with near inhuman, excruciatingly perfect detail.
He'd later think bitterly how he couldn't remember his first day of junior high school, or the first boy-girl party he'd ever attended or even what the topic of the first university lecture he'd ever sat through was.
But he could always remember this.

Chapter 5 - Stealing Forever - Our Own Escape

She'd always wondered why black was the socially-accepted color to wear to these things. When her grandfather died two years ago, she, her mother and sisters had all gone to Neimans and searched for Sunday-best shirts, slacks, dresses, skirts.

All in black.

Glancing tiredly at the dress hanging against the door, she sighed heavily and played with a stray string on her bath towel, void of all emotion.

She found herself sitting on the edge of the double bed in her childhood room, staring at the same paint swirl pattern on the wall opposite her for the past twenty minutes, towel still draped around her naked body, black hair still damp and stick-straight, now becoming matted against her scalp. She knew better than to let the tangled mess begin to dry before running a brush through to the ends.

She just didn't care.

Chapter 6 - Stealing Forever - Leave it All Behind

Jacob drove the next hour or so in silence. His only comfort, the swish of cars beside him, the grind of tire against road.

He opted not to turn the radio on, it seemed almost blasphemous at this point to enjoy even the smallest pleasures. It pained him even to think that he would find any happiness, however minute, while he had been the catalyst for so much pain around him.

He wasn't even sure he could process the music anyway.

DRABBLE: More Fun Than Brawny

Title: More Fun Than Brawny
Prompt: 18 – Cider/Fireplace/Homesick
Character/Pairing: Jake/Ness
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Showing how convenient being imprint on by a shapeshifter-wolf can be since 2001.

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“Oh crap!” Ness looked at the brown liquid now covering the front of her blouse, neck and chest.

Running to the kitchen for something, anything to mop up the cider she’d spilled, she felt the familiar heat and presence of a large figure shadowing behind her.

Jake caught her hand, poised to dab the wetness at the front of her shirt. He whispered, glancing around to make sure they were alone in the crowded house of holiday party attendees.

“Let me get that for you…” Licking a trail from the swell of her breasts in her low-cut shirt, over her collarbone, pausing to bite her earlobe.

Well, ahem, happy holidays.

Teaser - The Neighbor Chapter 4

Jake drug his eyes over my body hungrily. This was not the dress of someone not planning to get fucked.

I had carefully planned this dress to get fucked and fuck him.

He cocked an eyebrow and licked his lips, stopping his gaze at my royal blue cotton-covered nipples.

"You..." he swallowed, "You're not wearing a bra."

I gasped almost audibly. Five words. Five fucking words and I was on my back on his couch with that dress pushed downward to my waist and pushed upward exposing my thighs. His mouth was on me hot, and heavy and I knew that if he kept licking and sucking my nipples like that, I would cum and he hadn’t even touched the wetness between my thighs.

I moaned, arching my back, pushing my body toward his mouth, urging him on with my fingers in his hair. He roughly pushed my panties to the side and pushed his middle and index fingers into me, his mouth never leaving my nipples.

"Fuck..." I groaned, squeezing my eyes shut in the dim darkness of his living room. I instinctively began clawing at his shirt, trying to force it up and over his shoulders, just as I began working on the fly of his jeans; my phone's shrill ring broke the rhythm of our quiet pants and measured movements.

"Damnit..." Jake sighed, sitting back as I maneuvered under him, then rose to reach for the phone nestled in a side pocket of my purse.

"Heh...Hello?" I was still panting and breathless from Jake's hands and mouth on my body.

"Hey babes...Jazz and I are leaving now. We should get there in about ten." Alice smiled through the phone.

"Great." My voice was a strained murmur, as I tried to ignore Jacob now licking his fingers and lips. "We're about to leave now too."