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I can see through your eyes
Rowan’s gave roamed over Ronnie in an appreciative manner. His cheeks flushed when he realized what he was doing. Ronnie smiled, making no move to conceal her soft, naked body, nor was she making any comments to dissuade his him from leering at her. Modesty was something that Ronnie had gotten over long ago, and if he wanted to appreciate her body she certainly wasn’t going to yell at him for it.
In all honesty the only reason she’d asked for his shirt was because they were standing in the middle of a trailer park. No doubt people were looking out their windows, gawking at the scene that had just been displayed before them. Some nosey old bitty staring out curtains that were yellowed from cigarette smoke had probably coughed up a lung in shock before dialing 911.
Shit!
Ronnie had no doubt that the cops were on their way. She would probably hear the sirens any moment and she couldn’t risk getting caught by the police – for more than one reason. This place was in the middle of nowhere so it would take some time for the police to get here. Not to mention the fact that Ronnie could hear someone on the phone talking about werewolves. That was bound to raise a few eyebrows and make the police think it was a crank call.
Rowan took off his shirt any thought of the police was momentarily washed from her mind. The man was built like a brick shit house. His chest and abs were all lean muscle. The contour lines separated those muscles perfectly. It was like staring at a tanned version of a chiseled Greek, god statue. Things low in Ronnie’s body tightened. She licked her lips sensually and unconsciously as her libido picked up.
It’s been so long!
Ronnie tried to get rid of the road that line of thinking was going to lead her down.
Sex!
Gah! There it was. The exact thought she was trying to avoid. It had been entirely too long since she’d fallen into bed with someone. Her mind was already imagining running her hands over those taught muscles, feeling the smoothness of his skin as their lips –
Down girl! Survive now, sex later.
It took her a moment to realize that Rowan was holding out the shirt to her. She took it from him, her slender fingers brushing against his warm hand. That did not help her libido at all! She smiled in appreciation, clearing her throat as she put the shirt on. It was light against her skin as she buttoned it up. The scent of his skin was on the shirt. The sweat from his body mixed with a light cologne and it was almost intoxicating.
"Nice to meet you then Ronnie. Now about that dinner, think I owe you one. Non-date like. So no pressure. You do actually have a trailer around here right?"
The sound of sirens in the distance brought Ronnie back down to Earth. They were far off yet and she doubted Rowan could hear it. It was time to make a quick get away before things got even more complicated than they already were. She cursed herself for letting her libido distract her for those precious few moments.
“Eh, no actually I don’t have a trailer.” She smiled sheepishly. “Well I do, but nothings in it. It was just sort of a place to crash for a few nights.”
The sirens were getting closer, so Ronnie moved on.
“Dinner sounds great. My Escalade is just over there.” She pointed to the monster SUV. It was white, decked out with expensive rims and chrome accents. It was a ‘gift’ from her last mark. She hadn’t slept with him, but if a grifter knew how to grift, well they usually didn’t have to resort to sex.
There was that word again.
Sex!
He was standing there, sun reflecting off smooth skin, his scent filling her nostrils. She wondered what it’d be like to—
Stop it, Ronnie!
“I could give you a lift and bring you back for your car later. Did you bring a car?” She glanced over her shoulder, keeping her cool, but wanting to get the hell out of there. “Plus my clothes are in there. Either way the cops are on their way and this could be a little hard to explain, so we should go.”
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• Hey wolf moon •
Don't spill a drop dear, let me kiss the curse away. Yourself in my mouth, will you leave me with your taste?
→ The 28th day she'll be bleeding again and in lupine ways we'll alleviate the pain. Unholy water, sanguine addiction. Those silver bullets, a last blood benediction. It is her moon time when there's iron in the air. A rusted essence, woman may I know you're there.
He wasn't one for leaving things to go unnoticed, so when he handed her his shirt he sort of noticed her eyes on him in ways that he felt even the most appreciate woman didn't do. Was a hungry sort of lust, at least that's what he got when she sensually licked her lips. Regardless of any current situation, Rowan's mind likewise went to places they shouldn't be at that exact moment, licking her lips didn't help none when he had to clear his throat and adjust his belt to accommodate growing appendages that lay beneath it.
When she took his shirt her soft hands grazed over his own, he let his eyes close for a mere second taking the touch in and he opened them back up with a small almost sheepish smile. However he knew this wasn't the place nor the time to insight sexual relations with a werewolf. Mostly because he was noting chatter in the distance, rustling, probably other residents at the trailer park. If they didn't see what occurred, that at least heard the gunshot and that would raise anyone's suspicion if they were in Alabama or not.
“Eh, no actually I don’t have a trailer.” She smiled sheepishly. “Well I do, but nothings in it. It was just sort of a place to crash for a few nights. Dinner sounds great. My Escalade is just over there.” His eyes went to her lips when she smiled, he imagined many a thing as his eyes traveled to the sweat sliding down the nape of her neck, his gaze slowly followed her finger to the white Escalade, he merely nodded in slight approval at the sight of it. He was one for slick and discrete but the monster of a vehicle deserved a nod or respect.
“I could give you a lift and bring you back for your car later. Did you bring a car? Plus my clothes are in there. Either way the cops are on their way and this could be a little hard to explain, so we should go.” Rowan raised a brow, he was okay with leaving his car here so he gave a slight nod. The champ of a car has been with him for a long time, he knew it'd continue to be with him no matter what. He'd come back for her later. The second thing were her clothes in the car, he couldn't help but show a small disappointed smile at that, because the way the wind was blowing and the shirt of his she was wearing made it almost a shame she had to put any more clothes on. As for the cops, that raised brow turned into one with slight panic. He knew she was a Loup, their hearing was good. Hopefully they could get away without enticing the police into a car chase. If at all possible, Rowan would like the rest of the night to go without a hitch. This was one Loup he was looking forward getting to know.
"Alright then let's get out of her," He turned his heel and headed towards the direction of her vehicle, all the while stealing glances at her. Different parts of her body made Rowan think different thoughts, made his heart race and his blood boil from the arousal his body was enduring. When he approached the passenger side of the vehicle his hand rested on the handle awaiting for her to either enter or for it to be unlocked, once either or happened he opened it and sat inside. He let the seat belt run across his chest emphasizing it by tightening it with the safety restraint absently.
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I can see through your eyes
The leather was hot on Ronnie’s skin as she slid into the Escalade. Rowan’s shirt slid up her thighs baring the tanned, smooth skin of her thighs. For a moment, Ronnie was certain she could hear the sizzle of her skin from the seats, but after a moment it was gone and she started up the Escalade. She glanced over at Rowan, her gaze drinking in the sight of him for another long moment before the sirens brought Ronnie back down to reality.
Escape now, ogle the hot guy later.
Throwing the Escalade into drive, Ronnie tore out of the trailer park making sure to take the back roads. Dirt and dust flew up as she traveled away from the sirens at high speeds. She was grateful for the shocks, because the dirt roads back this way were not even. If someone tried to speed down this road on a civic they’d kill the undercarriage of her car.
Escalades – Not just pimped out for decoration.
“So Mr. Paxton,” She glanced over to him. “You’ve just found out the girl from the trailer park is a Loup Garou. What do you do next?”
Granted they had agreed upon dinner, but the truth was she didn’t know if he was just trying to lure her away from the other people and the cops. There was already one dead body back at the trailer park. Two would not have been good for him. Especially not a naked girl, even if she was an escaped convict. Ronnie wasn’t a violent criminal, just a grifter. She conned and swindled, but no one got hurt physically. If her dead body had been there the cops would think it had been a job gone wrong.
Once they were far enough away, Ronnie pulled into a clearing and put the Escalade in park. “I’ll have your shirt back to you in a minute.”
She winked at Rowan and hopped out of the Escalade, moving around to the back. She opened the hatch and pulled an expensive looking suitcase over to her. Unzipping it she grabbed a pair of panties, a bra – and then she stopped, looking up at Rowan.
“What kind of place are we going to? A regular diner? Someplace fancy? Don’t get me wrong, I don’t care either way, but I’d like to know how to dress for the occasion.”
Ronnie slid the panties on under Rowan’s shirt. She wasn’t modest, but she it was sort of taboo for people to just strip down and change in front of strangers. Turning her back to him, she unbuttoned the shirt, and slid it down before putting on the matching bra to the panties. She turned back to him then and handed Rowan the shirt.
Wearing bra and panties was virtually the same thing as wearing as a bikini. It would do until Rowan told her where they were going.
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• Hey wolf moon •
Don't spill a drop dear, let me kiss the curse away. Yourself in my mouth, will you leave me with your taste?
→ The 28th day she'll be bleeding again and in lupine ways we'll alleviate the pain. Unholy water, sanguine addiction. Those silver bullets, a last blood benediction. It is her moon time when there's iron in the air. A rusted essence, woman may I know you're there.
When people mention love at first sight others roll their eyes, in Rowan's mind he felt as if it were something completely different. Wasn't love, nor was it infatuation and lust like some people make it out to be as a logical substitute for something as ludicrous. When Rowan see's someone that tickles his fancy his breath hitches, his heart skips, doesn't mean he loves them but he's attracted to them in some way. Perhaps it is their appearance, or the way their voice sounds, the way they move, their unique personality traits. Whatever their crime, it's not the clichéd love at first sight bit. Though if asked to explain, Rowan wouldn't have an answer as to what he'd call it. There isn't a word, there was just the attraction of one person to another, perhaps it was a mix of all three; Love, infatuation, and lust. Lofatust, Maybe he'll need to trademark that word, or perhaps he should keep it to himself because speaking it aloud now might come off as slightly crazy and insane.
As they drove, Rowan couldn't help but watch Ronnie and perhaps he wasn't the most subtle person about it this time. It seemed like they were both admiring each other silently despite the situation, and he wasn't about to shy away from mutual admiration. If she were comfortable with it, then he should be too. Which was why his eyes lingered on her smooth and tanned thighs for the first several moments of their drive, he couldn't help it. Something inside of him stirred, and he highly doubt that werewolves have a scent that makes them irresistible and triggers a hormonal increase causing the person smelling it to want to have insatiable sex with them. If they do then at the very least this is a learning experience for Rowan.
He continued admiring her body, her legs on the bare seats cause her skin to feel a slight burn and the only reason that Rowan would know this was because of his bare skin on his back touching the seat. It caused a little sweat on his chest, made him glisten in the sun beating down and although it was uncomfortable for him it was definitely a sight to behold when he saw the sweat build up slightly on her legs. Swallowing thickly he was caught off guard when she spoke, his eyes jerking up immediately meeting her glance, as if he weren't doing anything unseemly.
“So Mr. Paxton, you’ve just found out the girl from the trailer park is a Loup Garou. What do you do next?” He wondered if she was fearful that they would tussle and or throw down because of who they were-- Werewolf and Werewolf Hunter. But it wasn't as simple as that, Rowan lives in shades of grey and he wasn't about to let that change now, especially now. He smiled at her, not really saying anything till his eyes hit the road once more.
"Well I was thinking dinner like originally planned, perhaps you can tell me more about yourself. Maybe exchange numbers after, from there I think the ball would be in your court." He turned back to her and gave her a small smile, but his eyes instead of instantly going to her's went to the nape of her neck first and then up to her eyes. It wasn't on purpose, he just found himself doing that.
Rowan couldn't hear the sirens any more but he wondered if she did, however when they came to a stop his heart beat picked up slightly. Why did they stop? What did she have planned? Was this it? He'd die shirtless in the middle of some back road Alabama shit hole? He watched her curiously from the corner of his eyes, and then she said “I’ll have your shirt back to you in a minute.” He let out a sigh and a nod, and before he could come up with a flirty retort about it looking better on her and that she could keep it she was already on her way out and getting dressed. His eyes couldn't help linger on her as she did so, and spoke. Of course, he wanted to give her privacy but she was doing it right there.
“What kind of place are we going to? A regular diner? Someplace fancy? Don’t get me wrong, I don’t care either way, but I’d like to know how to dress for the occasion.” Rowan's mind blanked, he saw her slide the panties up into the dress shirt and as she started unbuttoning with her back towards him everything seemed to move in slow motion as each inch of flesh of her back revealed to him was exposed. He suddenly felt as if for a split second this was a porno, and they'd get freaky on top of her Escalade-- Rowan shook his head, his mind did a lot of wandering right now but can anyone really blame him?
"Huh? What kind of place? Oh, it's one of those upper class stake houses, the most tender, mouth watering, hot sizzling stake you could sink your teeth into--" Rowan wasn't entirely sure if he were describing the stake or something else. "But uh, I guess it'd be a fancy place. Dress shirt and tie seem to be the men's wear of the place, but honestly you can get by with wearing anything no one will really care." He didn't want her to feel like she had to put on a show.
However standing there in her bra and panties she was putting on a show for Rowan even if she meant to her not, he held his dress shirt in his hand for a long while before sliding it back on and buttoning it up, the tie in his pocket came out as he drew it back around the collar and into position. He was ready to go for dinner, ready to get to know this Ronnie or Veronica woman. For some reason, he declared this the most exciting and tantalizing meeting he has ever had the pleasure of going to.
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I can see through your eyes
Ronnie was glancing at Rowan over her shoulder waiting for his response on where they would be going for dinner. His gaze roamed over her body hungrily. Without realizing it she shifted her hips, tongue sliding over her lips sensually. There was something about this Rowan Paxton that had sent Ronnie’s libido into overdrive. Just looking over his body, watching him drink in her made things low in Ronnie’s body tighten.
The good thing about being a loup was she didn’t have to worry about disease or getting pregnant. Ronnie was not above having a one night stand with Rowan. If they managed to make it through dinner, Ronnie would have to consider bringing Rowan back to a hotel room. Well provided things didn’t take a turn for the worse. Ronnie still wasn’t entirely sure that this wasn’t a ruse of some sort. She just hadn’t figured out what the end game was.
"Huh? What kind of place? Oh, it's one of those upper class stake houses, the most tender, mouth watering, hot sizzling stake you could sink your teeth into--"
Biting her lip, Ronnie smirked. “I could definitely sink my teeth into some meat.” The innuendo hadn’t eluded Ronnie. Though she realized that her reply might not have been as sexual teasing as she originally thought.
Nice going Ronnie. Make the sorta hunter guy think you want to eat him.
“I didn’t mean it like…” Sighing she shook her head. “Nevermind.”
Feeling like she had ruined the light banter between them, Ronnie reached into her suitcase, pulling out a little black dress. She slipped into easily, the dress clinging to her curves, accenting her in just the right way.
As she slipped her shoes on, Ronnie wondered just what the hell was wrong with her. She didn’t fumble over her words. She was a grifter. Everything she said on a mark was for a reason. Fumbling and stuttering would blow her cover. Except Rowan wasn’t a mark. She didn’t want anything from him.
Well besides dinner and maybe a mind blowing romp between the sheets. Though honestly if he had money that could benefit Ronnie a lot. The more funding she had the more resources she got, the better chance she had of finding Jessie.
Once she was dressed, Ronnie shook out her hair and looked back to Rowan, her lip pulling up in a smile again. She did a small, slow, model spin. “Well, how do I look?”
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• Hey wolf moon •
Don't spill a drop dear, let me kiss the curse away. Yourself in my mouth, will you leave me with your taste?
→ The 28th day she'll be bleeding again and in lupine ways we'll alleviate the pain. Unholy water, sanguine addiction. Those silver bullets, a last blood benediction. It is her moon time when there's iron in the air. A rusted essence, woman may I know you're there.
There was a faint memory lingering in the mind of Rowan Paxton as he watched Ronnie lick her lips sensually. It was as if he were back in high school, the awkwardly overweight teenage billionaire found himself the target of many a female. Clearly he was a target for his money, why else would busty blonde cheerleaders be seemingly infatuated with him? That was besides the point, he recalls walking through the halls in his mind targeting those who he deemed insincere, untruthful, fake. Their friendship, their love. It was all a ploy to get into his pockets, for women it was simpler. Their bodies was what they thought he'd desire, then they'd be rolling in gifts, guilt tripping for more expensive ones. Rowan saw pass the cliché gold digger routine without so much as breaking a mental sweat. He's seen enough movies, warned enough by the maids and nannies. He was no fool, just treated as such.
Rowan wasn't sensitive about his weight, or at least that's what he believed. He was confident, though no one understood why. That's why he was a mark for both ridicule and thought as gullible for being as confident, but he truly was. He was in his sophomore year, avoiding yet another female after his money. Still no friends, no click, no affiliation. He saw past emotionless party invites, no one respected him enough to be his friend. Lead senior cheerleader began seemingly infatuated, interested, like all the others before her she was fake, gave him disgusting looks after flirtatiously speaking with him from afar. He knew what she was gossiping about behind his back, and as the end of his second year of high school approached she asked him out to prom. Refusing, bluntly stating quietly albeit in the middle of the cafeteria, she seemed appalled he said no and outed him as a homosexual.
***
15 Years Ago,
1995 Concord High School
New Hampshire
***
"What are you? Gay? Holy shit Paxton I'm asking you out to prom and you say no to me? Who the hell do you think you are?" She wasn't quiet about it, Rowan almost slunk into the bench of the cafeteria table, if he could actually get his belly under anyway. All eyes where on him all of a sudden, as if after the near two years he's been here something is being addressed about his character, he was sure that other women he has turned down will start using his sexuality as a reason as to why he turned them down. "You hear that everyone? Mr. Paxton here likes big burly men, just a regular cock muncher aren't you?" Rowan couldn't sink in his seat anymore, people were snickering and pointing whispering obscene things that he can overhear, most were crude comments, one was even blurted out.
"You fat homo!" A roar of laughter echoed through the cafeteria, Rowan's ears were beat red in embarrassment, his eyes slightly glazed over in sorrow. He looked around sheepishly at the laughing crowd, even the chess team had their fair share of laughter. Truly, no one was on his side, no one was Team Rowan. He was subjected to several more tossing insults about his sexuality, and his weight, as he played with his mash-potatoes on his plate. Suzy, the head cheerleader, was a no-hold-barred insulter and even began reenacting how a young Rowan told his father that he was a-- As she put it-- "A flaming homo", and that he wanted to preform fellatio on said father. One person even commented that his father died of shame for his son for being as one would put it "Such a gay fat fuck."
He couldn't bare it anymore, a single subjected tear streamed down his cheek and once Suzy saw that it was all over, when she proclaimed that the fat fuck was crying the laughter was more uproarious than ever before. The sorrow couldn't help but show, as the quiet Rowan silently stood from his seat with is tray, immediately which was knocked out of his hands by a nearby student. He almost shivered, as if the absent item from his hand made him feel naked, like no longer did he have a purpose in that cafeteria as the tray on the floor was the only reason of him being in there.
Face was red, nose was puffy, tears stained his cheeks as well as show upon the corners of his bright chestnut like eyes. He quietly made his way to the exit of the cafeteria, before the last and final insult presented itself, by a jock wearing a lettered jacket approached.
His hands held a pudding cup which he then sat comfortably in the front of his jeans, gesturing for Rowan to take a bite. People snickered, Rowan pushed past until he was clear of all the laughter, all the noise. He walked out of school that day. No one cared, just laughed. Rowan spent as much time as he could away from the school, lunch he would leave the grounds being picked up by a limo to eat elsewhere. Drive thru, mostly to eat alone in the car with the driver whom became his only friend. The elderly African man died before the year ended, leaving Rowan with one piece of advice he took to heart.
"Always be true to yourself, don't let others bring you down. Because you can prove them wrong, prove them all wrong like I did. Look at me, I got a job driving a kid around. How sweet is that? I don't have to lift or operate heavy machinery or nothing, this job puts food on my table for me and my kids. Paxton family has been good to me and my own for years now. Goodness runs in your blood boy. Prove them wrong, for your daddy. Seems to be the company motto, or it should be."
That's what Rowan did, with hard work, personal trainer. Rowan lost the weight, and when he entered his junior year he was on the path to become the man he was today. Women appreciated him in different ways, and respect was earned among his peers by shutting them all up, and proving them wrong. He was still a loner, but people never bothered him about his weight or sexuality ever again. He sat alone, in peace, and in honour of his friend Rowan introduced a new company motto when he received the chair of C.E.O at eighteen. "Prove them wrong." And he continues to do it till this day.
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Present Day
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When he saw Ronnie lick her lips, he remembered those women that only wanted him for one of two things. But when he saw her lick her lips, it felt like she genuinely wanted him. Like something deep down resonated and his bullshit detector didn't send off any alarms.
“I could definitely sink my teeth into some meat.” It was funny how that didn't set off any alarms, all he could do was chuckle at the irony of it. He was rather surprised when she seemed to catch herself on her own words, was she fumbling? It was good not to be the one fumbling for a change, her beauty was enough to make any man fumble in Rowan's opinion. He was somehow comforted by the thought that her confidence was not above him that he would feel intimidated.
“I didn’t mean it like… Nevermind.” He smirked, his eyes held a fondness of peculiarity yet he made no mention as to her seemingly misplaced sexual innuendo. Biting his lip, he watched the newly dressed Ronnie show off her stuff.
“Well, how do I look?” He watched as she slowly spun around, he figured the answer to that was quite obvious but didn't seem mind admiring her as she spun. The curves on her body and how she fit into the little black dress made it feel like steam was roasting off of his own chest. The shoes topped it off, adding a large amount of sex appeal.
"You look, absolutely beautiful." He looked at her, though for a moment his eyes were not filled with lust and the like, but with admiration and an awe inspired gaze. The beauty he felt captured was like a setting sun, nothing could amount to it's beauty except a rising sun which is one in the same. Naked or in clothes, Ronnie was a sight to behold.
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I can see through your eyes
Ronnie wasn’t a modest woman. Yes she knew she looked good, but she wasn’t exactly vain either. Most of the time compliments rolled off her back, but for some reason when Rowan said it, her heart skipped a beat. Ronnie dealt with mean on a daily basis. Some of them human, some not. It wasn’t like this was her first dinner date.
I blame it solely on my libido.
With a girlish grin she turned back to face Rowan. “You’re just a regular gentlemen aren’t you?
Grabbing a brush from her bag, Ronnie combed through her long, dark locks, but for the moment she didn’t bother with makeup. The lust in Rowan’s eyes was prominent. It didn’t bother Ronnie and she was glad for the admiration. Loup or not a girl still liked to feel like she was attractive every once in a while. Even if she knew she was, it was nice to have someone else make her feel that way.
Except Rowan, well Rowan was a loup hunter. At the very least he was something of the sort. Ronnie imagined that the dinner conversation would be interesting to the say the least. If she was smart she would leave Mr. Paxton on the side of the road and continue the search for her daughter. Something nagging in her gut though told her to go with him. If the man was resourceful he might know something about the kidnapping ring anyways.
On the other hand if this was some sort of ruse to lure Ronnie somewhere for the sake of extermination or experimentation she was not going to be happy. It wasn’t unheard of, people experimenting on supernatural creatures until they weren’t useful anymore. There were sick humans in this world too.
“Ready?” She winked at Rowan. Her heels sank slightly into the warm, country dirt as she made her way back to the driver’s side, sliding onto the hot leather seat. The heat sank into her already warm skin and she sighed, glancing over at Rowan once he was in the passenger seat.
“You know, Mr. Paxton, if you weren’t someone who hunted my kind, I could swear you were checking me out.” An impish grin tugged at the corner of her lips as she pulled the SUV back onto the road and began driving to their destination. Her stomach growled. Ronnie could definitely use some food. Though the amount of food she ate would probably put a dent in his wallet.
Even so they were going to a public place so she was going to have to be careful not to draw attention to herself. Eating three, raw steaks, each with their own sides of mash potatoes and gravy along with a vegetable would have people gawking and wondering if she had a tape worm. Rowan was lucky she was only going to order one meal.
“So, Mr. Paxton, is this dinner date for pleasure or are we talking strictly business here?”
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• Hey wolf moon •
Don't spill a drop dear, let me kiss the curse away. Yourself in my mouth, will you leave me with your taste?
→ The 28th day she'll be bleeding again and in lupine ways we'll alleviate the pain. Unholy water, sanguine addiction. Those silver bullets, a last blood benediction. It is her moon time when there's iron in the air. A rusted essence, woman may I know you're there.
Seeing her in her little black dress moving about made Rowan's mind go to wild places filled with tangled sheets and sweaty bodies. He grew hot at the thought, and part of him just wanted to take her in this SUV before they drove off to dinner, or better yet skip dinner altogether and grab a hotel and stay there for a couple of days just to fuck. His eyes seemed to betray him, showing the hunger of lust. Perhaps it was simply because it had been far too long, her beauty however captivating couldn't be the sole drive for his want of her. Taboo in a way, and perhaps his mind was searching for something new. Whatever the reason, whatever the temptation. It was there, but he remained silent about it, suffering in his mind.
“You’re just a regular gentlemen aren’t you?" If she could read his mind she'd find her statement ironic because whatever he was thinking was not very gentlemen like at all, in fact it would be more animalistic that anything. He assumed someone like her however with her condition wouldn't mind to see a bit of animal in a human especially when it came to something as exciting as sex.
Watching her brush her hair from the corners of his eyes he couldn't help but wonder if this was a mistake, perhaps he had killed someone she knew and was playing this up to get her sweet revenge. He wasn't sure how reluctant she was, the more open she was about being comfortable the more a little worry escaped into Rowan. She played him once, she could be playing him again. Despite the look of mutual want he's been noticing, he wouldn't hold it past her to simply be lying to her again. Rowan was good at catching bullshit, but this Ronnie seems to be a worthy opponent if not superior when it came to dishing it out. Exhibit A, the events of half hour ago.
He wanted to trust her, wanted to help her in some way. Usually the lone wolves are a fairly unattractive lot, but her alone like this? She was truly a godsend. Set Rowan's skin on edge in ways he thought not possible. Lumps in his throat, sweaty palms, and visible bulges in the nether regions of his outfit.
Following her lead back into the SUV he gave her a steady look, drinking in her legs again. This was something he was going to figure out how to keep to himself once they got to the restaurant, last thing he needed was finally giving in to his desires and taking her awkwardly in the bathroom. Not that it'd be the most horrible thing in the world, but he'd like to go back to this place from time to time without being put on the ban list for having uproarious sex in the bathroom.
“You know, Mr. Paxton, if you weren’t someone who hunted my kind, I could swear you were checking me out.” Well that was the elephant in the room wasn't it, being called out. He noted her impish grin and couldn't help but admire her bluntness with his own small smile as they began driving off in the SUV.
"If you're surprised at you'd be even more surprised as to what I'm thinking," He didn't look at her as he said this, just straight ahead on the road. He let a small smirk pull on his lips some before getting comfortable in his seat. Normally he wouldn't be so blunt himself, but he feels like the banter between them should continue and it was kind of sexy in a way.
"Oh, and the dinner date. Mostly pleasure but I'm sure there will be sprinkles of business somewhere." Getting information on her might be tricky, but learning about her turning, why, how, who, might give him information to fill in his little mosaic network of werewolves. Every little bit helps.
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Ronnie smirked at him, driving in a comfortable silence. This Mr. Paxton was a unique character. Though she was still curious what his interest was in loup’s. If he’d meant to kill her he could have already tried by now, but his gazes were not one of anger or hatred. They seemed to be filled with awe and admiration over her physique. If Ronnie was the blushing type she might very well do so.
As it was she only smiled back at him. Deciding to have a little fun, she slid her hand up tanned thigh, slowly, playing with the hem of skirt. Ronnie kept her gaze on the road, only glancing at him out of the corner of her eye to gauge his reaction every so often. She licked her lips sensually, and adjusted herself in the seat, arching her back to push her firm breasts forward.
“I am interested to know your fascination with loups,” She told him honestly. “It seems you realize we’re not all evil. Monsters yes, evil no.”
Ronnie continued, flipping her hair over her shoulder, giving him seductive smiles until they pulled up to the restaurant. The place was crowded, but she managed to find a parking spot, though it was a bit of a walk. Smiling at Rowan she slid slowly out of the escalade, standing at the silver step maybe a moment longer than necessary before her heels met the concrete of the lot.
Shutting the door she walked to the back of the SUV, smoothing out invisible wrinkles in her dress while she waited for Rowan to come around. “I hope you have a decent sized wallet, Mr. Paxton. I’m not the type of girl to settle for a salad.”
Grinning at him, Ronnie turned, walking towards the entrance, letting her hips shimmy for his entertainment. Perhaps she was being a little devilish, but Ronnie liked to have fun when she could. Rowan didn’t seem like he was going to shoot in her the back. Maybe it was a little naïve on Ronnie’s part, but she had grown up in a bad neighborhood, with a drug addicted mother. She couldn’t believe the entire world was like that. It would destroy her.
Looking over her shoulder at Rowan, Ronnie gave him a little wink. “Are you coming, Mr. Paxton?”
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If you look back at histories greatest defeats, written in stone the defeat of Rowan Paxton will be among the top five. Not that he was anything to brag about, but definitely feels that he's going to be at a loss of cognitive brain functions very shortly. Whatever suave sophisticated words he had at the tip of his tongue, gone, any Hunter instincts and precautions, gone, any decent thoughts, also gone. He was slowly being broken down, if she knew it or not into a man who just wants to rip that little black dress off her gorgeously tanned body and screw her then and there.
There was a bulge in his pants that wasn't the most modest thing in the world, in fact it was fairly prominent with how he was sitting. He wasn't even sure why he wasn't bothered by it, or if she saw it or not. It wasn't his biggest concern, his biggest concern was why her hand wasn't going further up that thigh but his eyes were easily distracted by the firm breasts she shifted forward by arching. God those lips, the things he'd want to put between them.
The little bit of sanity he had left urged him to see it from a rational stand point, she knew who he was and although his intentions are pure could she trust him enough that she won't just kill him after he paid the bill? Honestly it'd be easier for her. He showed weakness when revealing his hand, while she withheld only to the point where he found himself in danger-- Then again at that train of thought she could have just let him die, why save his life? He hoped she thought that as well when he put a bullet in the other wolf's head. He didn't want her dead.
“I am interested to know your fascination with loups, it seems you realize we’re not all evil. Monsters yes, evil no.” Oh his fascination with Loups was growing by the moment, one specific loup to be honest. It was the curvaceous one he even wanted to sink his teeth into, he wasn't even a biter, hard, sometimes, he liked biting.
"God I just wanna--" He stopped, he meant to say that in his head but it was already out there, quick Rowan think! "--anna get to know the Loups better as a group of people infected with a disease that has become viewed as both a gift and a curse. Out of all the strands of lycanthropy they're the most cooperative and functional in society, I think even monster is a harsh word, you aren't a monster. Werewolves, lycanthropy, the whole thing in general has been a pursuit in my family for generations. To build relations, hunt the dangerous, and try to isolate and destroy the gene for those whom wish to rid themselves of it, a cure. I continue to look." He had hoped that was enough for her to chew on, he got lost in what he had said even and before they knew it the SUV was parking at the restaurant he designated.
Getting out of the escalade he made his way around to see Ronnie, she was smoothing out her dress. “I hope you have a decent sized wallet, Mr. Paxton. I’m not the type of girl to settle for a salad.” She couldn't have gotten more perfect in that moment. He followed her to the entranceway of the restaurant, his eyes staring at her ass the entire time and wasn't being sneaky about it. The heels and the sounds they made on the pavement added to the appeal massive, and when she looked over her shoulder at him and winked--
“Are you coming, Mr. Paxton?”
All he could think of was--
Not yet.
Upon entering the restaurant he noticed that it was fairly packed, walking up to the host he leaned over whispering his name and a number assuming that it was a reservation code. After a moment the host nodded and grabbed two menus from under their podium and beckoned them to follow. Most of the people here were older in comparison to them, people who eat in places like this with money are commonly older. Young people with money tend not to appreciate fine dining as much, once in blue moon maybe on special occasion but alas it's not a holiday of any sorts as far as he can tell.
Once at their table Rowan took a seat and began skimming through the menu with his finger, he knew he was going to get the steak dinner as this was the place for it but he pretended like he was having an internal debate as to what to order and not totally stealing glances at her cleavage.
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Ronnie rested her elbow on the table, two fingers tucked lightly under her chin as she perused the menu. It was upscale enough that she figured the portions were be would small. Honestly she hated places like that. They’d serve you portions that were made for the size of a mouse on a giant plate, and charge you an arm and a leg. The deserts were usually glamorous but, for the prices you were better off going to McDonalds for dinner and just coming to the restaurant for desert.
Even so they had steaks by weight. Two T-bones sounded delicious right about now, especially after the ordeal in the trailer park. Before that it had been the vampires. No sign of Jessie. For a moment that disheartened her. It was always hard to push thought’s of Jessie to the side, to not let the sadness shine through Ronnie’s eyes. Most of the time she felt guilty, especially when she was out having dinner with a gorgeous, rich man, and her daughter was only god knows where with who knows what being done to her.
It was a mood killer, those thoughts, but it’s not likely Ronnie entertained any illusions of Rowan Paxton sleeping with her. Sure he was stealing glances at her cleavage, admiring her body – no that fact hadn’t gone by her – but he knew what she was, and even if he only thought they were an infected people, disease ridden, she couldn’t imagine he’d so willingly fall into bed with her.
Maybe she was just giving herself excuses not to fall into bed with him. Ronnie started wondering just what it was she was doing here. What game were they playing? Ronnie liked games, she was good at them, but Rowan wasn’t a mark. Sure he had money and resources, and a physique that would make any straight, heterosexual woman along with every gay man in the room, stop for a moment and admire what was surely a man sculpted by the gods, but why was he humoring her?
The server came over and Ronnie licked her lips, ordering two steaks, as rare as they could make them. It got her an odd look, but she ignored it, also ordering a bottle of red wine. She had warned Rowan to bring his wallet. Even if he hadn’t, Ronnie had some money tucked away, but she wouldn’t wind up paying. A grifter never paid.
Once Rowan gave the server his order, the man took the menu and left. Ronnie took the cloth napkin off her plate and laid it in her lap, letting her smile shine through once again. “Like what you see, Mr. Paxton?”
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→ The 28th day she'll be bleeding again and in lupine ways we'll alleviate the pain. Unholy water, sanguine addiction. Those silver bullets, a last blood benediction. It is her moon time when there's iron in the air. A rusted essence, woman may I know you're there.
Boobs. Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, you have boobs. It's really that simple. Female breasts are so captivating that humans are among the very few if only races on this planet that get aroused seeing them. Odd as it might seem, the breast is described as the upper ventral region of the torso of a primate, in left and right sides, which in a female contains the mammary gland that secretes milk used to feed infants. In other words, men get off at looking at human baby bottles. However, no matter how it's spun it's just how it is.
Big or small, no man can argue that they aren't aesthetically pleasing, regardless of their size. Breasts and especially the nipple are one of a woman's erogenous zones, so sexualizing them was inevitable. Occasions such as this, they're more of an accessory to a dress or a shirt that are tailored to fit the right amount of breast but nonetheless good to look at in different ways.
Breasts are so captivating to a heterosexual male that there is a very small percentage if that any percentage of those who detest breasts or don't find them sexually pleasing to look at. It came to the point where breast fetishism actually had to be a thing, it's true. Someone can love breasts to the point of a fetish, it can be done.
Breast fetishism (also known as mastofact, breast partialism, or mazophilia) is a type of sexual fetish which involves a sexual interest in female breasts. Debate exists on whether the modern widespread sexual attraction to breasts among heterosexual males of western society constitutes a sexual fetish. In clinical literature of the 19th century, the focus on breasts was considered a form of paraphillia, but in modern times this interest is considered normal. Some have attributed the use of tight clothing and the display of cleavage to the increase in so-called breast fetishism
It's not to say Rowan has a breast fetish, no. He is simply a male admiring the aesthetically pleasing view that Ronnie's cleavage is providing. That exposed crevice, and the supple tanned breast that of course make it up can drive a man wild with lust. The power the breasts hold are unimaginable, and if any body part was given the award for the most control and power over that of man it would be the breasts.
Power, control. Women know what they have, and the smart yet sultry ones know how to manipulate and wield them to their own gain. Pulling down ones collar can get you free beverages, free gas, a free pass, entrance to otherwise inaccessible areas. Simply by pulling down your collar. Other ways is simply exposing your breasts by means of flashing, giving men a quick yet short lived look at the weapons that lay beneath the cotton folds of t-shirt and bra.
Rowan figured Ronnie for a smart woman who knows what she has and uses it to her own gain, she's in a position where she can be killed at any time simply being who she is. You have to be smart, evasive. Rowan admired that about her, and when she ordered he had it in his mind that she was a woman who knew what she wanted. Curious thing was Rowan didn't know what she wanted, from him anyway. He was hoping sex, but regardless of their obvious sexual desire for one another it felt like there was something more.
"I'll just have one steak, medium rare. Also make sure that the lady gets your best bottle of red wine." He handed the waiter the menu, however the waiter seemed baffled for whatever reason giving Rowan a dubious look. He gave him a sort of "What?" gaze and shrug, the waiter cleared his throat.
"Sir, our best red wine is Romanée Conti, this wine is made in Cote de Nuits in Burgundy. That's in France, sir. The bottle is priced at $3,000 if you'd still like 'the best bottle of red wine'." Rowan gave the man a look, he didn't much like his tone so he gave him a long cold one in return. Truth be told that was a rather steep price for wine. Rowan has heard of more outrageous prices, but wine is wine. However, he didn't much like the snide belittling waiter.
"I'll take two bottles then," He took out his wallet and slid a black credit card across the table, giving the waiter a long look watching him take it and depart. He hated people like that, even if Rowan didn't have the money no one should be treated like shit when they come into a place where they are supposed to relax and join a fine quality meal under the roof of a supposedly professional establishment.
Rowan wasn't one of those guys either, one's who snap at the waiters and make a scene in front of everyone else in the restaurant. Those guys were jackasses as well, fighting fire with fire in this case makes a pitiful fight indeed. One really not deserved for the general public at large.
“Like what you see, Mr. Paxton?”
There was the draw again, the power her breasts held. Her breathing made them rise and fall, it was hypnotizing in a way. His hands rolled within themselves, finger tips brushing his palms in the thought of having them in his hands. His eyes glazed over in lust, subtle but it was there, thinking of how they'd feel against his face if he were too-- He didn't answer her did he?
"Huh? Sorry, yeah. I mean, what? Oh, right," Rowan cleared his throat and gave a slight smile. "I apologize for my staring but uh, you're a hard woman not to look at Ronnie."
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After the rude server departed their table, Ronnie smiled, and tilted her head at Rowan. He was an intriguing man, almost boyish in the ways he stared at her. It would have been awkward as though they had gone to prom together, if Ronnie was one to feel awkward easily. She wasn’t bothered in the slightest by Rowan’s gaze over her body. She whole heartedly admitted that he too was pleasing to look at.
“Like to show off?” She asked pertaining to the bottle of wine. Ronnie wasn’t bothered by the fact that he was flaunting his money, though she was curious as to how much money he had. The idea that he may be able to get resources to help find Jessie popped into her mind. Money made things easier to access, and Rowan knew about the supernatural world. At least he knew about loup’s.
The server returned with two wine glasses, the bottle, and a bucket to chill it in. His glare on Rowan wasn’t amiss. Someone didn’t quite like being embarrassed. Ronnie had met the server’s type before. Snobbish, rude, thinking themselves above the people they serve. She was willing to bet he was an out of work artist trying to become discovered. Maybe a novelist. Either way he resented the people he served because he wasn’t them.
After pouring them both a glass of wine, he returned to his duties, and Ronnie smiled across the table at Rowan. “Tell me a little more about what it is you do, Mr. Paxton. When you’re not hunting down Loup Garou’s that is. Day job?”
All of his money had to be coming from somewhere. Rowan was the type of person she hated taking advantage of. Kind, smart, a hard worker, but the fact was, Ronnie was a wanted woman and her daughter had been kidnapped by vampires. If that meant conning a few men or women to get the resources and funds she needed then so be it. Ronnie wasn’t going to apologize for it.
The boyish glint in Rowan’s eyes tugged on her heartstrings though. He was the type of man who would always be young, even at seventies years of age. The type of person who had a thirst for life and all it had to offer. A man with a good heart, who would literally give someone the shirt off his back, much as he had done for Ronnie only a while ago.
Lifting the glass to her lips, she sipped her wine, finding it the perfect blend between bitter and sweet. Her tongue slid over her lips seductively. It had been purely instinct. Ronnie was trained to act the way she knew the man sitting across from her would like. The things he would find pleasing. Body language spoke more than lips ever could, and right now, Rowan’s body language told her quite a bit about the way he saw her.
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→ The 28th day she'll be bleeding again and in lupine ways we'll alleviate the pain. Unholy water, sanguine addiction. Those silver bullets, a last blood benediction. It is her moon time when there's iron in the air. A rusted essence, woman may I know you're there.
Rowan remembered the day he was told that one day he would run his father's company, he was around the age of eight when one of the nannies brought it up. When he turned eighteen he would take his rightful place as CEO of Paxton Communications, he'd get to make all the big important decisions that would effect the company and all it's subsidiaries. He wasn't fond of the idea at first, but as the date approached his want and need to be apart of something his father was grew, and shortly after taking his appointed duties as CEO he found out his father's secret, and was closer to him than ever before.
Rowan did a lot during his time as CEO, a little over a decade now he had ventured out of the communications aspect of the company and made it a conglomerate with of course Paxton Communications at the top. They had purchased research and development on new technologies, military weapons, chemicals, and foods. Expanding Paxton Communications roster of subsidiaries boosted the overall company's profit margin, and made at least over three hundred new jobs with mergers and expansions of said subsidiaries. He wasn't one to cut corners for the bigger bucks, he always knew you had to treat people right and spend a few to make a few in the future. It didn't matter if Rowan had nineteen billion or twenty billion dollars, they were still billions and that was a hell of a lot of money.
So spending some moolah on a bottle of wine didn't really dent Rowan's budget, he had money and then some to spend without worrying about running out anytime soon. It was a comforting notion that a lot of people didn't have. Rowan was just used to having it. He made sure though he put it to good use, with his self run charities he made sure that he could reach out to as many people as possible. Having a lot of money could be a blessing and a gift, a gift that keeps on giving if you invest in the right things and the right people.
"Like showing off?" Rowan grinned at her, and said nothing more. His grin would have told her enough. Though the truth was he just didn't like the demeaning waiter. Otherwise he wouldn't have flaunted the big bucks in such a way. Especially in front of Ronnie. She might have an amazing rack, but to trust her knowing he was Scrooge McDuck and then some was a different story altogether. She's a convincing liar, he just had to make sure his senses were honed enough to detect the truth from the bullshit. It may prove to be a lot more difficult than initially thought.
When the server returned with the wine, he poured the glasses. Rowan looked up to him and gave him a rather sly smile before he departed. Taking glass in hand Rowan brought it to his lips and took a sip, it was nothing special by any stretch of the imagination. The French are rather full of themselves to label a bottle of red wine at three grand, especially if it just tastes like simple red wine. Now who is the show off?
“Tell me a little more about what it is you do, Mr. Paxton. When you’re not hunting down Loup Garou’s that is. Day job?” Well, he knew that question was coming in one way shape or form especially after he purchased those bottles of wine. Anyone would be curious really, Hunters don't generally come from money most of the time. Often times they are scorned individuals with little means, and to Rowan he finds that somewhat offensive. Everyone has their reasons, and his are just as justifiable regardless of how big his bank account is. He didn't like explaining why a "rich boy" was getting his nails dirty by hunting after werewolves, he usually lets his fists do the explaining. Not to be a brute or anything, but it generally gets his point across.
"Day job? Run a company, kinda, I'm the CEO of a communications conglomerate." He paused for a moment as he watched her lick her lips, clearing his throat he let out a small smile and felt his nethers shiver in delight before continuing. "My grandfather built it, my father made it what it is today, and I'm perfecting it. Least, that's the plan anyway." He fell silent and took another sip of his wine, before smiling in delight as their meal began arriving. He rubbed his hands together a little anxiously, though his gaze went back to Ronnie as the waiters departed. "I guess I should ask what it is you do, when you aren't pretending to not be a werewolf."
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The wine glass rested daintily in Ronnie’s hand, her head tilted, mouth slightly parted as she listened to Rowan explain his company. He was vague. A communications conglomerate could cover a lot of things, though it must have been around for a while considering the lineage that came with it. Rowan was the third generation president of what Ronnie was guessing was a multimillion dollar company – at least- considering the state of that black credit card and the way he was throwing money around like it as nothing.
It made Ronnie think that Rowan was the type of man who never had to want for anything. He’d had everything growing up. She doubted he ever had to struggle for simple things, like making sure he had enough to eat that day, or scrounging up enough money to make sure the electric stayed on. Had Rowan ever had to resort to do something illegal just to make sure that the electric was on because it was the dead of winter and he didn’t want to huddle under three moth eaten blankets that barely took off the edge another night? Somehow Ronnie doubted it. He’d lived in the lap of luxury his entire life, which is why taking money from men like Rowan was so easy, especially when it came to getting Jessie back.
She swiveled the deep colored wine around in her glass, regarding him for a long moment before she said anything. There was one thing on her mind, one thing that was nagging at her. If Rowan had so much money, was running a million possibly billion dollar corporation, and had everything he ever wanted, why was he out hunting loup’s? He said they were victims, but that didn’t tell her much. Maybe it was boredom. Poor little rich boy syndrome.
In the end it didn’t really matter. Ronnie would do whatever she had to, grift whoever need be, steal whatever was necessary, and torture as many vampires as it took to get her daughter back. No one was going to stand in her way. She would hold her little girl in her arms again, if she had to slaughter every vampire in the world to do it.
Setting down the wineglass, Ronnie fidgeted with the locket around her wrist. The small, black oval frame dangling inconspicuously. Inside was the only picture Ronnie had of Jessie. One she took from the debris of the ruined house that had once been her daughter’s home, with her father while Ronnie sat wasting away in a jail cell.
“That seems like a lot of weight on your shoulders, Rowan.” She tilted her head, searching his gaze, uncertain of what she was looking for. The innuendo was gone. They were on serious terms now because Ronnie needed to know exactly what game she was playing. She needed to know the rules so that she would be able to come out on top.
Ignoring the question about what she did, Ronnie retrieved her glass of wine, taking a small sip. “So you’re the owner and president of a communications conglomerate, looking to perfect and yet you moonlight hunting or helping werewolves.” She quirked a perfectly shaped brow at him. “Something must have gotten you into this.”
The server took that moment to bring them their food. He settled the plates in front of them, a sort of snooty smile on his face. Ronnie tilted her head, watching his body language. It was one of secret triumph as though he’d gotten one up on them and they didn’t know it. Closing her eyes, Ronnie inhaled deeply.
A smorgasbord of scents hit her at once, but she was able to easily shift through them, focusing on the food in front of them. There were a few mixtures, between Visine and some other unsavory smells that told Ronnie they most certainly did not want to eat this food. Tilting her head she put a hand on Rowan’s arm to keep him from eating before looking up at the server.
“While these look absolutely savory, I’m afraid we’re going to have to decline.” She stood up, reaching into the server’s pocket to retrieve Rowan’s credit card. The look on the man’s face was priceless as she patted him down. He wasn’t quite sure what to do.
Finally finding the little black piece of plastic she winked at the server. “I prefer my meals without Visine and other personal bodily fluids.” She said it loud enough so that the other patrons can hear. “Since you thought you could swindle us, I’ll consider the wine to be on the house, unless of course you’d like me to speak with your manager? I’m sure he’d love to know what you’re doing in the backroom when customers give you a black, platinum card.”
She tapped his cheek lightly and smiled at Rowan. “I’ll meet you at the truck.”
Laying Rowan’s card in front of him she walked outside, leaving a server, with a jaw gaping down enough to catch flies, and a sexy communications conglomerate in her wake.
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