Drabbletag - Anonymity
Title: For One Night
Prompt: Drabbletag 5 - Anonymity
Fandom: Teen Wolf
Pairing: Kali/Lydia
Rating: R
Word count: 250
Notes: Set before Season Three
This one isn’t the ordinary human she appears to be. Kali can smell it on her, magic and the scent of forest.
She can smell other werewolves.
But tonight isn’t the night for starting a war with another pack. Deucalion has his plans; she’s learned it’s wise not to upset the chessboard when he’s busy lining up the pieces. Tonight is instead about her pleasure, prowling the night for a partner, not a victim.
This pretty little redhead may be mixed up with the supernatural, but Kali won’t ask questions. Not when that lovely mouth can be put to better use.
Lydia, the girl calls herself. Kali has no idea if it’s her real name. She doesn’t particularly care.
The motel room is basic, and she’d noticed the way Lydia’s nose had wrinkled at the sight of it. But there’s a bed, and that’s all that matters. Spreading pale thighs wide, inhaling the scent of sex as Lydia gasps and bucks beneath her.
She kisses the girl deeply, fingers sliding over bare skin. Kali remains mostly dressed, her long toenails tapping against the inside of her too-big shoes. She doesn’t need to be naked to get what she needs, taking Lydia’s hand, shoving it down beneath the open fly of her jeans.
Kali could see the moment their eyes met at the bar that they were there for the same reason. Anonymity. Release.
Whatever pack Lydia may be mixed up with, she bares her throat to a different Alpha tonight.
Prompt: Drabbletag 5 - Anonymity
Fandom: Teen Wolf
Pairing: Kali/Lydia
Rating: R
Word count: 250
Notes: Set before Season Three
This one isn’t the ordinary human she appears to be. Kali can smell it on her, magic and the scent of forest.
She can smell other werewolves.
But tonight isn’t the night for starting a war with another pack. Deucalion has his plans; she’s learned it’s wise not to upset the chessboard when he’s busy lining up the pieces. Tonight is instead about her pleasure, prowling the night for a partner, not a victim.
This pretty little redhead may be mixed up with the supernatural, but Kali won’t ask questions. Not when that lovely mouth can be put to better use.
Lydia, the girl calls herself. Kali has no idea if it’s her real name. She doesn’t particularly care.
The motel room is basic, and she’d noticed the way Lydia’s nose had wrinkled at the sight of it. But there’s a bed, and that’s all that matters. Spreading pale thighs wide, inhaling the scent of sex as Lydia gasps and bucks beneath her.
She kisses the girl deeply, fingers sliding over bare skin. Kali remains mostly dressed, her long toenails tapping against the inside of her too-big shoes. She doesn’t need to be naked to get what she needs, taking Lydia’s hand, shoving it down beneath the open fly of her jeans.
Kali could see the moment their eyes met at the bar that they were there for the same reason. Anonymity. Release.
Whatever pack Lydia may be mixed up with, she bares her throat to a different Alpha tonight.