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argentum_lsTitle: Found Where No One Thought to Look
Word Count: 523
Rating: M
Pairing: Scott/Erica
Summary: Scott and Erica take advantage of each other.
Notes: Spoilers for season 2. Written for the Sharpen Your Claws Challenge on![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
travel_in_packs and angst_bingo prompt: using others/being used.
Prompt: warm bodies are warm bodies, who cares about love?
He thinks it might be a werewolf thing, this need. From listening to the other boys talk in the locker room, he suspects that they brag about their sex drives far more than they indulge them. He thinks they like it that way. Their libidos are new toys, demanding and frustrating, but ultimately no more than a pastime. Scott’s consumes him. Like a sleeping giant, once awakened, it does nothing but rampage, and the waxing moon only intensifies everything.
He falls back into the bed with a long moan. The twinge of guilt he feels is drowned under a wave of pleasure, and his claws dig into flesh over Erica’s hips. She hisses in pain and ecstasy and leans forward, her breasts pushing against his chest. Her mouth is open, teeth out. He knows his are, too.
“Harder,” she commands, grinding down on him.
Scott tightens his grip, mindless of the wounds he’s making or the wounds that have healed, and thrusts his hips to command. Erica rewards him with a shout, meeting his next thrust and next with force that drives him into the mattress. The springs creak and the headboard slams against the wall. “Oh my god,” Scott groans.
Erica’s hair is damp and sweat slicks their chests where they rub together. They’re not a good fit. Her touch is forceful when he wants gentle and her body curves in different ways. But, holy god does she know how to find all the sensitive places. She rakes her fingernails over his shoulder blades and down his back and he pants into her neck.
He’d thought he was fine after the breakup, his emotions tender but his heart intact, until arousal crashed through him out of nowhere; he hadn’t even been thinking about sex, and he was suddenly slammed into his desk as if pushed, his dick hard and stomach twisted into breathlessness, his eyes burning and face half-transformed. He’d reined it in then, just barely. Then Erica sauntered up to him after class. “Wanna take off?” she asked, leaning close for no reason at all.
“You’re not my type,” he reminded her.
“I’m not asking you on a date,” she snapped back. She’d leaned forward, giving him a clear view down the front of her shirt and the ample cleavage it contained. He could see the pink edges of her areolae and how her nipples pushed against the lacy bra she wore, and Scott swallowed hard. Her eyes went wide and a small grin of triumph played over her lips, as if she’d already won.
She had.
Oh god, she had.
They were naked before reaching his room. Hands and teeth and tongues touched and tasted without restraint. It didn’t matter anymore that they didn’t like each other.
“More,” she cries again. “Don’t hold back!” Her face if flushed red and heavy with lust. She captures his mouth and kisses him with unbridled desperation. He pounds into her, giving her what she wants, what he needs. She meets his thrusts, taking and handing back in equal measure.
The sounds she’s keening curl through him, and he gives in.
He gives in.
Word Count: 523
Rating: M
Pairing: Scott/Erica
Summary: Scott and Erica take advantage of each other.
Notes: Spoilers for season 2. Written for the Sharpen Your Claws Challenge on
travel_in_packs and angst_bingo prompt: using others/being used.Prompt: warm bodies are warm bodies, who cares about love?
He thinks it might be a werewolf thing, this need. From listening to the other boys talk in the locker room, he suspects that they brag about their sex drives far more than they indulge them. He thinks they like it that way. Their libidos are new toys, demanding and frustrating, but ultimately no more than a pastime. Scott’s consumes him. Like a sleeping giant, once awakened, it does nothing but rampage, and the waxing moon only intensifies everything.
He falls back into the bed with a long moan. The twinge of guilt he feels is drowned under a wave of pleasure, and his claws dig into flesh over Erica’s hips. She hisses in pain and ecstasy and leans forward, her breasts pushing against his chest. Her mouth is open, teeth out. He knows his are, too.
“Harder,” she commands, grinding down on him.
Scott tightens his grip, mindless of the wounds he’s making or the wounds that have healed, and thrusts his hips to command. Erica rewards him with a shout, meeting his next thrust and next with force that drives him into the mattress. The springs creak and the headboard slams against the wall. “Oh my god,” Scott groans.
Erica’s hair is damp and sweat slicks their chests where they rub together. They’re not a good fit. Her touch is forceful when he wants gentle and her body curves in different ways. But, holy god does she know how to find all the sensitive places. She rakes her fingernails over his shoulder blades and down his back and he pants into her neck.
He’d thought he was fine after the breakup, his emotions tender but his heart intact, until arousal crashed through him out of nowhere; he hadn’t even been thinking about sex, and he was suddenly slammed into his desk as if pushed, his dick hard and stomach twisted into breathlessness, his eyes burning and face half-transformed. He’d reined it in then, just barely. Then Erica sauntered up to him after class. “Wanna take off?” she asked, leaning close for no reason at all.
“You’re not my type,” he reminded her.
“I’m not asking you on a date,” she snapped back. She’d leaned forward, giving him a clear view down the front of her shirt and the ample cleavage it contained. He could see the pink edges of her areolae and how her nipples pushed against the lacy bra she wore, and Scott swallowed hard. Her eyes went wide and a small grin of triumph played over her lips, as if she’d already won.
She had.
Oh god, she had.
They were naked before reaching his room. Hands and teeth and tongues touched and tasted without restraint. It didn’t matter anymore that they didn’t like each other.
“More,” she cries again. “Don’t hold back!” Her face if flushed red and heavy with lust. She captures his mouth and kisses him with unbridled desperation. He pounds into her, giving her what she wants, what he needs. She meets his thrusts, taking and handing back in equal measure.
The sounds she’s keening curl through him, and he gives in.
He gives in.
