Oh I just can't quit you!! <3 <3 Up to you if Stiles is human or Omega5by5_lehaneOctober 26 2012, 17:24:41 UTC
[Heat week. A colossal pain in the ass when you're one of the few female Alphas in the entire district. But all the same, she's expected to put in an appearance at each province, sniff around at the eligible Omegas until she gets bored and goes back to her pack to find a few Betas to screw senseless for a week.
Faith prowls along the packs of Betas, all smoky eyes, scarlet lips and dark leathers. A predator moving among the wolves she fought to keep safe.
There were some serious perks to this job, Faith muses as she leans to sniff at a few more wolves. Another year, another bust. Maybe she'll try and pick up Hale again, have a little fun between Alphas for a few days..
"Stiles, be quiet. It's not that much longer," a voice hisses.
Faith glances towards the noise, her eyes settling on the talker. All arms and legs and kinda geeky. Secretly? Completely her type. The Alpha saunters through the pack before catching his shirt in her fist.] You're comin with me, chatty. See your friends in about a week or so.
Ahaha this looks fun! Let's try Omega. (:alotofadderallOctober 26 2012, 19:35:16 UTC
Woah! [One second he's making fun of Scott, the next, an Alpha has him in her grasp. For a brief second he thought she might punish him for talking, but instead she's choosing him. Oh shit.
But Stiles doesn't say anything, just follows the woman obediently, watching as Derek raises an eyebrow at the other Alpha, obviously questioning her claim. But he puts a firm hand on Stiles' shoulders, indicating he should sink to his knees, intending to honor the claim regardless of it's questionable-stupidity.]
[A toss of her hair and a flash of red eyes as she faces Derek, a smile curling her lips. She made her Choice. He smells interesting and who is he to question her choice? He's an Omega, he's eligible.
Besides, he had his chance already.
Faith waits for Stiles to kneel before moving to take his hand, scenting along his wrist. The last step was to confirm by marking him as hers for the week. So she turns her head, letting her hair fall along his arm as she rubs her scent into him. Laying claim.]
[Derek almost shrugs, nipping Stiles' neck lightly. A reminder to behave, exchanging him to this female Alpha. Stiles just watches them both with wide hazel eyes, letting the woman lay claim to him. Stiles wants to glare when Derek looks a little smug, or as smug as Derek Hale can ever be. As if to say the woman was going to regret her choice. Screw you very much, Hale.
Stiles follows the woman, wondering how this would go. Damn, Alpha sex. Every Omega's dream, huh? Stiles just hopes his incessant talking doesn't get him killed.]
[Derek always looks a little smug in Faith's opinion. That was just his default expression. And it wasn't like they could spend that much time together. They'd wind up killing each other. Literally.
[At least Hale provided cabins for the Alphas who had made their selection in his province. there was never a guarantee that the Omegas chosen wouldn't go into heat on the way and that made both travel and the Alpha's job to protect more than a little complicated. Word was, a party had been slaughtered ten or twenty years back because an eager Omega had distracted an Alpha on the trip.
[So Faith would stay for the week. Claim her Omega and decide if she wanted him for longer than that. Not that she expected to. Mating bonds weren't her think thank you. She was an Alpha. Born to fight and protect. Not mate.
[Inside the cabin, she peels out of her jacket, revealing a red halter top and a lot of skin.] What's your name?
Stiles Stilinski. [He swallows hard and ducks his head in acknowledgement. If his heat doesn't come soon, the Alpha pheromones might just induce it. He'd smile, but he doesn't think he's allowed to.]
Stilinski. [She all but purrs his name as she drags a fingernail down the front of his shirt. Her skin is warm, crawling and Faith knows she's throwing off pheromones. Enough to guarantee that she needs to stay in seclusion for a few days or face down every Alpha and Beta in the entire province.
Faith drops onto the couch, patting the cushion beside her.] Relax. 'm not gonna bite.
[Stiles feels a flare of warmth in his chest as the Alpha's nail runs down his chest. The beginnings of his heat; she'll probably be able to smell it as it sets in fully, soon enough. He sits down on the couch next to her, hands in his lap. He's not going to step on any toes, wait for permission.]
Oh come on. [Faith nudges his shoulder.] This is sex, not the end of the world. [She swings her leather clad legs into his lap, tosses her hair over her shoulder.] I'm not going to go all old school and tear you apart for looking at me crosseyed or not making me come.
Thanks. [Stiles blushes but manages a nod of relief. This isn't his first heat - they'd started at age 15. He'd been alone for his first one, chained in his basement, but then Erica Reyes had helped him with his second. This is his third year, but only his second time with someone...who happened to be an obviously-experienced Alpha.
Stiles lets his hands move on top of the Alpha's legs, clearing his throat a little as he gathers his courage.] What, uh, what would you like me to call you, Alpha Lehane?
Faith is fine. [He was already more interesting than the other Omegas she'd taken during Heat week. For one thing, he was willing to talk. And while an Alpha like Derek might be good for a romp, it was never for long. She had a type. Tall, skinny, talkative. She shifts in his lap. Almost on cue her pheromones were rising. She takes his wrist again, scenting it slowly. Raising her head, she grins]
Faith. [It was a good thing she liked talkative guys, because Stiles could never manage to shut up. He could smell her pheromones and shifted in his seat a little, heat beginning to rise more rapidly now. Yeah, definitely inducing it. Not that he really minded, blushing at the mention of the fries.] ...Sorry. It's my one weakness. And the diner by the station has some really good ones.
Police Station. [Stiles adds, because he can never find the will to shut his mouth and 'station' seems a little too vague.] My dad is the Sheriff for this district.
[Talking is good. Most of the Alphas are too quiet, where Faith is a body in constant motion, always shifting, looking, taking things in. She can smell his heat rising and toes off her boots, letting them drop to the floor with a muffled thud.] That good? Someone is bringing us some then. If they've got good jelly donuts then we're gonna be set.
[Red lips curl in amusement as she shifts to straddle his lap. His heat is taking too long.] Sheriff's kid, huh? Your Dad isn't gonna shoot me for ravishing you for a week is he?
Better than good. [Stiles promises with a shy smile, nodding at the mention of donuts.] Pastry shop right next door to the diner.
[Faith straddles his lap and Stiles swallows hard, pink splotches starting to make themselves known on his neck. She was really starting to smell good...]
I was Chosen. It's an honor. [Stiles answers softly, unsure of what to do with his hands now.] R-ravishing? [Is it bad that sounded extremely enticing right about now?]
Ravishing. [She lowers her head, nosing at his neck, dragging her tongue along his skin, tasting him. Faith can taste the heat simmering beneath the surface. Not long now and he was going to be hers.] Curly fries and donuts. We'll have them brought later.
[Fingernails rake lightly along his scalp before she takes his hands and sets them firmly on her thighs.] Much later.
[Stiles lets out a soft keen as Faith tastes his neck, shifting a little more underneath her. Once his hands are on her thighs, however, the Heat really starts to set in and he takes it as permission to touch.]
I-please? [Stiles asks, running his hands up and down her thighs, leaning forward a little to lightly press his chest to her's.]
Faith prowls along the packs of Betas, all smoky eyes, scarlet lips and dark leathers. A predator moving among the wolves she fought to keep safe.
There were some serious perks to this job, Faith muses as she leans to sniff at a few more wolves. Another year, another bust. Maybe she'll try and pick up Hale again, have a little fun between Alphas for a few days..
"Stiles, be quiet. It's not that much longer," a voice hisses.
Faith glances towards the noise, her eyes settling on the talker. All arms and legs and kinda geeky. Secretly? Completely her type. The Alpha saunters through the pack before catching his shirt in her fist.] You're comin with me, chatty. See your friends in about a week or so.
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But Stiles doesn't say anything, just follows the woman obediently, watching as Derek raises an eyebrow at the other Alpha, obviously questioning her claim. But he puts a firm hand on Stiles' shoulders, indicating he should sink to his knees, intending to honor the claim regardless of it's questionable-stupidity.]
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Besides, he had his chance already.
Faith waits for Stiles to kneel before moving to take his hand, scenting along his wrist. The last step was to confirm by marking him as hers for the week. So she turns her head, letting her hair fall along his arm as she rubs her scent into him. Laying claim.]
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Stiles follows the woman, wondering how this would go. Damn, Alpha sex. Every Omega's dream, huh? Stiles just hopes his incessant talking doesn't get him killed.]
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[At least Hale provided cabins for the Alphas who had made their selection in his province. there was never a guarantee that the Omegas chosen wouldn't go into heat on the way and that made both travel and the Alpha's job to protect more than a little complicated. Word was, a party had been slaughtered ten or twenty years back because an eager Omega had distracted an Alpha on the trip.
[So Faith would stay for the week. Claim her Omega and decide if she wanted him for longer than that. Not that she expected to. Mating bonds weren't her think thank you. She was an Alpha. Born to fight and protect. Not mate.
[Inside the cabin, she peels out of her jacket, revealing a red halter top and a lot of skin.] What's your name?
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Faith drops onto the couch, patting the cushion beside her.] Relax. 'm not gonna bite.
[She winks] Maybe.
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Stiles lets his hands move on top of the Alpha's legs, clearing his throat a little as he gathers his courage.] What, uh, what would you like me to call you, Alpha Lehane?
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Curly fries? Oh hell yes.
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Police Station. [Stiles adds, because he can never find the will to shut his mouth and 'station' seems a little too vague.] My dad is the Sheriff for this district.
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[Red lips curl in amusement as she shifts to straddle his lap. His heat is taking too long.] Sheriff's kid, huh? Your Dad isn't gonna shoot me for ravishing you for a week is he?
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[Faith straddles his lap and Stiles swallows hard, pink splotches starting to make themselves known on his neck. She was really starting to smell good...]
I was Chosen. It's an honor. [Stiles answers softly, unsure of what to do with his hands now.] R-ravishing? [Is it bad that sounded extremely enticing right about now?]
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[Fingernails rake lightly along his scalp before she takes his hands and sets them firmly on her thighs.] Much later.
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I-please? [Stiles asks, running his hands up and down her thighs, leaning forward a little to lightly press his chest to her's.]
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