Drabbletag5: "Howl," Teen Wolf, Laura/Lydia
Title: Howl
Author: phoenixfalls (@AO3)
Prompt: "Howl" by Florence + the Machine
Fandom: Teen Wolf
Relationship: Laura Hale/Lydia Martin
Rating: Mature
Word Count: 200
Summary:
Lydia wanted to resent Laura’s bite.
It had upended her orderly life, precipitating both her break-up with Jackson and a significant drop in her popularity. It had wrecked her control. It had also wrecked her favorite sundress, and her third-favorite pair of ballet slippers.
But being a werewolf had its advantages. When Jackson pushed her up against a wall to get in her face, Lydia pushed back, extending her claws enough to draw blood. And though she despised P.E., running through the woods with the moon pounding in her veins did have a sort of primal appeal.
What Lydia resented instead was that Laura had bitten her, had turned her into this beast, half-naked in the forest with teeth bared and claws drawn, had grappled with her, all heat and the wicked slide of flesh against flesh. . . and then she’d gotten herself shot by some two-bit hunter in camo.
Now it was up to Lydia to hunt him instead, nostrils flared to catch his rancid scent, bare feet coated in her Alpha’s blood. He needed to be taught a lesson.
Laura had made this mess; now Lydia had to clean it up, still thrumming from her denied orgasm.
Author: phoenixfalls (@AO3)
Prompt: "Howl" by Florence + the Machine
Fandom: Teen Wolf
Relationship: Laura Hale/Lydia Martin
Rating: Mature
Word Count: 200
Summary:
Lydia wanted to resent Laura’s bite.
It had upended her orderly life, precipitating both her break-up with Jackson and a significant drop in her popularity. It had wrecked her control. It had also wrecked her favorite sundress, and her third-favorite pair of ballet slippers.
But being a werewolf had its advantages. When Jackson pushed her up against a wall to get in her face, Lydia pushed back, extending her claws enough to draw blood. And though she despised P.E., running through the woods with the moon pounding in her veins did have a sort of primal appeal.
What Lydia resented instead was that Laura had bitten her, had turned her into this beast, half-naked in the forest with teeth bared and claws drawn, had grappled with her, all heat and the wicked slide of flesh against flesh. . . and then she’d gotten herself shot by some two-bit hunter in camo.
Now it was up to Lydia to hunt him instead, nostrils flared to catch his rancid scent, bare feet coated in her Alpha’s blood. He needed to be taught a lesson.
Laura had made this mess; now Lydia had to clean it up, still thrumming from her denied orgasm.