It's my birthday, but you get the presents.

[rsadelle]

Okay, technically my birthday isn't until tomorrow and I'm not promising anything until Sunday, but that's not as catchy a title. I do have a three-day weekend, though, so leave me a prompt and I'll write you something by Sunday night! Lurkers are always welcome to leave prompts. I may drift from your prompt a bit.

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girl!Tom/werewolf!Sean 2 (1/2)

[rsadelle]

Sean turns on the nights of the full moon. It's not like it is in storybooks or bad horror movies, where he rampages the countryside. He just becomes a wolf. He's more inclined to run, those nights, or to snarl at anything that comes close to Tom. (It's not an empty phrase. Tom's come with him to wolf gatherings, and while most wolves know better, Sean had to put himself between some of them and Tom, to keep them away from her.) He lets people - some people - get close ever since Tom bopped him on the nose after he growled at Max.

"Dude, it's Max. Chill."

On the full moon after they run into Mike and Bill, Sean can't settle. He paces the apartment, back and forth, while Tom sits cross-legged on the couch with a guitar in her lap, beautiful as always and playing softly.

Only the fact that he has to be there to protect Tom keeps him from jumping through the window, racing down the fire escape, and finding Mike. He wants to hurt Mike the way Mike hurt Tom.

It's harder, on the nights of the full moon, to retain the human thought processes, human modes of operation.

"You know nothing's going to happen," Tom says over the sound of the guitar. "You gotta chill, man."

Sean stops pacing and watches her cock her head and look at him. Her hair falls over her shoulder.

"It's too bad you can't smoke up." After a moment where she plays the beginning of "All Night Long," she adds, "And that we're out of weed."

She switches chords, softer, softer, plays him "Spit the Dark." She puts the guitar down when she gets to the end. "Come," she says. "Come here."

Sean drops his head. He'll do anything she wants when she asks like that. He slinks across the room, hops onto the couch, and drops his head into her lap. He breathes in the soft girlsmell of her. She's pack, but not a wolf. (Not his mate. Not, his human side reminds the wolf.) He can't nuzzle into her skin the way he wants to.

"You're not going to be a macho douchebag in the morning, are you?"

Sean's human side flashes into control and he both barks a laugh and whines in apology.

Tom's hands stroke through his fur, scratch behind his ears. This is better. This is how he usually spends the nights of the full moon.

He tips his head up to dislodge one of her hands. She holds it out to him, open, like you would with a child or a dog to show there's nothing there. Sean licks across the inside of her wrist, as much of a taste as he dares to take.

She looks at it, then starts petting him again. "I don't know why people think I'm the weird one in this band."

girl!Tom/werewolf!Sean 2 (2/2)

[rsadelle]

Sean wakes up human, naked, and alone. He panics, then stills, listens. He can hear Tom's breathing, even in sleep. If he stretches, he can smell her, the real scent, not just the echos that hang around the spaces she inhabits.

He won't sleep longer. Part of being a wolf is that he has more energy on the full moon, and if he sleeps then, he won't sleep now. He gets dressed and makes a pot of coffee.

When he hears Tom's breath change, he throws two waffles in the toaster and pours a second cup of coffee. With both mugs in one hand and the plate in the other, he kicks at the bottom of her door.

"Yeah, come in."

He gives her the coffee and puts the plate on the nightstand.

She scrunches up her face in a look he usually only sees in photographs.

"I'll make you eggs, too, if you want."

Her face abruptly smoothes out. Sean tries not to see the way her hair, mussed by sleep, floats around her face, the way she's the most beautiful thing in his day.

"I get it." She waves her coffee cup between them. "You wolf, me pack."

He almost tells her, says instead, "You're your own person," and stamps down the wolf inside him that says otherwise.

"Mmmhmm." She puts the coffee down on the bed, probably drunk down low enough she won't spill it everywhere, and picks up the plate. "I want my eggs over easy."

"I'm not sure we have eggs," Sean admits.

"Bad planning." Tom licks syrup from where she's managed to stick her fingers in it.

Sean's eyes follow the path her tongue makes. "I'll buy you some if we don't."

She shrugs. "You don't have to." She shoves at his shoulder with the hand she was just licking. It's not as good as a real mark, but any wolf who gets near him today will know it's her scent on him. "Just don't be a douchebag when you don't have to."

Sean just nods, because he can't promise her that and won't say things he doesn't mean.

Re: girl!Tom/werewolf!Sean 2 (2/2)

[mayqueen517.livejournal.com]

Oh woooooooooooooowwwwwww. This was fabulous. <3

Re: girl!Tom/werewolf!Sean 2 (2/2)

[rsadelle]

♥ Thank you!

Re: girl!Tom/werewolf!Sean 2 (2/2)

[westingturtle.livejournal.com]

Werewolf culture! I love it! It also took me through the second read-through to realize that if touching him with the hand she licked could be perceived as a mark, his licking of her was so very deliberate. Squee!

Re: girl!Tom/werewolf!Sean 2 (2/2)

[rsadelle]

♥ Thank you! I'm having a lot of fun making up bits and pieces of this werewolf culture. (Someday, possibly soon, this will be a real story instead of a couple of snippets.)

Honestly, I hadn't even thought about his licking of her as a mark. I was too focused on him tasting her. Good catch of detail I didn't even notice!