1268. The Forced Separation/Reunion Meme

[memep0ster]

Your characters have been forced apart -- be it by destiny, circumstance, or death. The only thing that's certain? It wasn't voluntary. Now, thanks to chance, luck, or fate, you meet again.

1. Tag with your character. Include name/series/preferences in subject line.
2. Roll RNG to determine the duration/cause of the separation.
3. Play out the

Comments

For wolfy_sam but ota

[alotofadderall]

[Stiles sat in the cage with his head propped up against one of the bars, ragged and filthy. God, he was tired. So goddamn tired. On the floor of the cage, Stiles had scratched in the days. 90 days. Three months. He'd been there three months...

Sam had Chosen him, taken him as a mate for Heat Week. Apparently, Stiles was his mate, like, his bonded-for-life supermate or whatever. They'd had a rough start - very rough start that still made Stiles shiver on occasion - but it had been getting better. Sam...wasn't a bad guy. And he needed Stiles, so the teen wasn't about to leave him

[alotofadderall]

D-don't leave me...here... [Stiles whispers through the tears, pressing desperately into Sam's kisses, running his fingers over Sam's neck in an attempt to return the scenting, tangling their legs together because he just needs to be closer.] Please S-Sam...

[He's frightened and more than a little out of it, unable to bear the thought of Sam leaving him alone again.]

[wolfy_sam]

[Low, pleased rumbles emanate from his chest as Stiles presses close, wrapping himself as close as he can get. Instinct has Sam rubbing his cheek into his skin, catching him close and breathing his name.] I won't leave you.

I'm here. I'm yours, Stiles. I've always been yours.

[alotofadderall]

I-I want you to be...mine. [Stiles whispers, sniffling as he tries to quiet down. He threads his fingers through Sam's hair, letting the man rub at his skin. Everywhere Sam touches feels cleaner, warmer and more relaxed as the traces of captivity are buried underneath the Alpha's scent.] I want y-you...to stay...

[Maybe once he's calm and clear-headed, they'll be able to talk about this rationally but Stiles just doesn't have that capacity right now.]

[wolfy_sam]

I am. I've been yours since the first time I laid eyes on you. [His fingers ghost beneath his shirt, his thumb brushing along Stiles' warm skin. The wolf in him wants to strip him bare, scent every inch of his body, but Sam restrains himself. He's not sure that's what Stiles needs.

But Stiles wanted him. It was enough to send his pulse hammering in a fierce upwelling of joy] I'm here, I'm not leaving you.

[alotofadderall]

Thought that...meant I was yours... [Stiles murmurs, shivering when Sam's thumb brushes a patch of skin just under his shirt; but he presses into Sam's touch, needing to be closer and safe. Sam was warm and soft and safe, most importantly.]

Don't leave...never leave... [Stiles mumbles, rubbing his cheek against Sam's neck, tear tracks slowly drying.]

[wolfy_sam]

[He’s scenting him. It’s a weaker mark because he’s human, but Stiles is scenting him. Rubbing his cheek into his skin and pressing close. If he were a wolf, those would be signs of wanting to mate, yielding to the Alpha in preparation to be mounted. Sam tips his head back, wrapping him close and trying to ignore the heat pooling in his limbs. His fingers stroke his hair, grown longer since his kidnapping.] It means I’m yours too. It’s not just a one-way street.

[He leans to kiss him, lips moving slowly over his.] It means I belong to you. I’m yours, Stiles. I always have been.

[alotofadderall]

[Stiles just thinks it's something he's supposed to do, doesn't fully understand the significance. He shivers as Sam strokes comfortingly through his hair; it's longer than he normally keeps it, but it kept him warm during his captivity, at least.

Stiles leans up into the kiss with a soft noise of gratitude.] I want you. Don't leave. Please...

[wolfy_sam]

[He can’t help but shudder at his whisper. Sam pulls back, still stroking his hair and searching his face. He knows what Stiles is asking, but he wants to be sure that it’s really what he wants. Since heat had passed, he’d been so careful about trying not to force himself on his mate. Given his state since he woke up, Sam doesn’t want to assume. He wants him to be sure as much as he wants to wrap his mate close and love him.][His hand brushes along his skin beneath his shirt, a silent question.]

[alotofadderall]

[Stiles doesn't know what he wants to happen. Just...he needs to be closer to Sam, as close as he can get. Safe. Home. Three months and he was home...Sam was home.

Stiles just whimpers and presses closer at the searching look, the warm hand against his skin.

Sam can't leave, or Stiles will seriously lose it. He'd thought he'd been done for when days passed and no werewolves howled on the horizon...he can't go back to that. Not knowing...he just can't.] Sam...

[wolfy_sam]

[He's going to shred Azazel. Tear him apart with his claws.

Sam smiles gently, putting just enough distance between them to pull his shirt off, tossing it aside. The terribly deep wounds had faded into the faintest red marks along his skin. Further proof that he was all right. That he wasn't leaving Stiles. He'd always come home to him. Always.

A gentle kiss deepens and he keeps running his hand up and down his back, soothing him as best he can.] I'm never leaving you, Stiles. Never.

[alotofadderall]

Never. [Stiles whispers quietly in repetition, tracing the red marks with his fingers, brow furrowed in worry. When he finds no lasting damage, however, Stiles leans down and rubs his cheek against Sam's chest, closing his eyes and relaxing slightly with the knowledge that Sam is okay, they're both safe and Azazel is...far away.]

[wolfy_sam]

[When Stiles moves to scent his chest, Sam draws in a sharp, startled breath. The very act sends a stab of heat straight to his groin. He shifts, his breath a little shaky.] Ah.. that.. it's..

[Smooth Sam. Very smooth.]

Scenting me like that, wolves do that when they want to mate. [He doesn't move away, only smiles and runs the backs of his fingers down his cheek.] I want to, but.. I want you to be sure.

[alotofadderall]

[Stiles blinks up at Sam blankly for a moment before he leans back a little, worried that he's made Sam uncomfortable.] I-I'm sorry...I didn't know.

[He bites his lip, considering Sam's words, the gentle touch across his cheek.] ...I need you.

[Stiles doesn't specify how - he doesn't know. He just...he needs Sam. Any way the wolf will have him, at the moment.]

[wolfy_sam]

Don't be sorry. Don't ever be sorry. [Sam kisses him again, lingering over it this time.] I need you too. [He slips a hand beneath his shirt, bare hand spanning his back.] I need to touch you. [Sam draws Stiles in close against his bare chest, kissing his hair. His mate. He's returned home and Sam's never felt so complete.]

[alotofadderall]

[Stiles arches into Sam's hand, letting Sam pull him and kiss him in any direction he wants. Sam had never intentionally hurt him - but it was more than that. Something...inexplicable. Something in Stiles just screamed safe when he felt Sam touch him, simply lie close to him, even.] Okay. Anything...