Deucalion the Demon Wolf (manofvision) wrote in onewaythreads, @ 2017-10-24 18:12:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, deucalion, elena gilbert |
Who: Elena and Deucalion
When: October 24
Where: Ravenmoore
What: Shopping for Halloween Costumes leads to a make-out session in a dressing room of a costume shop
Rating/Warnings:Low/None
Status: Complete!
It was a short drive from Elena’s apartment building to a costume shop nearby. This wasn’t one of those pop-up, seasonal stores. This was a sturdy, year-round, high end costume store. Of course, the amount of business they got skyrocketed between August and November, but it was still there, maintaining inventory and keeping up on the latest styles for the rest of the year. Elena knew it was here because they’d used it in Caroline’s Events before. She figured this would be a perfect place to go to find the perfect costume.
She led the way from Deucalion’s car to the shop, chatting with him about how much she liked this shop. They had real dressing rooms, which was a plus--not those curtains they put up at the seasonal stores. Of course, they weren’t big, but it was worth it for the privacy.
“I hope it’s not too busy.” Elena gave him a smile as she pulled open the front door of the shop.
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With the frustration of a unproductive search building over the last few days the old wolf found himself in need of a break, and heading out to go shopping with Elena seemed like the perfect excuse to get away. Oh this last week had been nearly overwhelming, and the added weight of starting a new pack should have added to it too. Yet in all honesty the Alpha found himself relieved to finally start forging those bonds once again. When they reached the shop even Deucalion had to admit that the place seemed quite well stocked, and he doubted there would be any trouble finding some sort of outfit to wear for the upcoming festivities.
“Hmm? Oh I think we should be fine, after all there were not a lot of cars in the parking lot.” When the got inside he nodded to himself, noting that the place seemed almost devoid of customers presently.
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It was an off time for shopping, at the very least. Even though Halloween was a week or so away, and last minute shoppers were sure to be seeking out their last minute costumes. It seemed to be fairly deserted at the moment. Elena glanced around, looking at the rows of wigs and costumes, some in garment bags, some dangling free from clothes hangers on the racks. There was a whole wall of makeup and prosthetics near the dressing rooms at the back. Elena’s eyes always traveled to the fake blood and fangs when she was in a place like this.
“We’ve got the place to ourselves, it seems.” She said, then forced herself down the nearest lane. “Are you looking for something, or is this trip mostly for me?”
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His gaze casually drifted across the place, taking in the wares as he searched for something that would suit him. Seeing the collection of cheesy werewolf masks drew a small smile out of the man, and with a chuckle he shook his head. When Deucalion heard her speak those eyes of his moved back to her and the Alpha offered a little shrug before offering a reply. “Oh I need to find some manner of attire for an event, yet beyond that I am content to simply walk with you for a bit.”
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“Okay, well, I’ll keep an eye out for you if you keep an eye out for me.” Elena couldn’t seem to stop smiling. Sure, some really crappy things had happened recently, but today they were together and shopping for a wonderful holiday. It was a good day today. She was trying to let other things go, and enjoy this moment for what it was.
“I’m thinking… less cutesy, and more…” She turned away from the slutty cheerleader, slutty nurse, slutty police officer costumes… (Seriously, why was everything slutty?) and her eyes came to rest on a gorgeous, black, vampy dress. Low cut. Really low cut. And with fabric that promised to hug every curve.
“Morticia Addams.” Elena said, bee-lining for the dress. She picked it up off the rack, marvelling in the fact that it was the perfect size. It was like it was meant to be! “What do you think?” She asked, turning around to hold it against her body for him.
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“Very well, I shall keep an out out.” With a soft smile he turned to focus on the task at hand, idly inspecting a few odds and ends, yet nothing so far seemed quite right. When Elena came across that dress and called out to him the Alpha moved to follow behind, and when he spotted it at last...and she held it up to her body, the wolf’s face turned red as a dark flush swept across it. “Oh my...that is…” It was hard to think, much less to form any real coherent sentence as he found himself picturing her in that beautiful, and revealing, outfit. But after a moment Deucalion managed to regain some measure of his composure, and after clearing his throat the man spoke up again. “I...it’s quite fetching, my dear.”
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Wow. That was quite the reaction. Elena’s face lit up like a Christmas tree. Wait, wrong holiday. Like a Jack-o-Lantern? Anyway, her smile brightened considerably when he flushed. That was definitely a good sign. Elena wasn’t the most proud or stuck-up girl there ever was, but she knew she was pretty. She knew she had a nice body. Nowhere near as curvy as other girls, but it was shaped nicely. And would be forever now she was a vampire. It was time to start showing it off a little.
“I should try it on,” she said, beaming brightly, as she motioned for him to follow her to the dressing rooms in the back. “Before I decide. Don’t you think?”
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It wasn’t often that the old Alpha found himself tongue tied, yet here and now it was hard not to be. Oh there was no denying that Elena was quite the beauty, but to see her holding up that outfit only drew his attention to just how truly breathtaking she was. At her remark about trying it on the man nodded in agreement, and found himself following along once again. When the reached the dressing rooms though he finally managed to settle that heart rate a bit more, and with while his blush lingered the wolf found himself capable to thought again. “I shall remain here and see if I can’t find something suitable for myself while you try that on, Elena.”
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"Sounds good." Elena was really enjoying this. They were flirting and having fun, and she'd found the perfect dress. She really hoped that it would look good on her.
The changing rooms were tiny, but there was a door that secured her from the rest of the shop when she stepped inside. She hung the dress and set about removing her shoes, jeans and sweater, then, thankful she'd worn her black bra and panties, she pulled on the Morticia dress. She had to twist and turn in all kinds of strange ways to get the zipper up in the back. Then she looked into the mirror.
Seriously, this changing room was like a broom closet. A tiny broom closet. Once she was sure she was covered appropriately, she came out into the shop again. There was a full-length mirror nearby, and she snuck a glance into it, too. Once her hair was down straight and perhaps turned black with some colored hairspray? Red lipstick? This was perfect.
"What do you think?" She asked, calling out for Deucalion.
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A warmth washed across the man’s body as that heart of his raced on, and a part of him was glad when she slipped away into the dressing room since it gave Deucalion a chance to rein it in. He felt a tad foolish for getting worked up, but he knew there was likely no helping it. She was gorgeous, caring, and now a part of his pack too...all of which added up to that bond of theirs growing stronger. He wouldn’t deny the attraction they seemed to share, nor the pleasure he derived from their little flirtations. Still the Alpha was trying his best not to make a fool of himself.
His focus had been so affixed to taking a look around that the wolf didn’t notice her return until he heard her speak up again, and when he turned to face her once more that blush returned with a vengeance. Those eyes of his flashed red for a moment as the wolf within rose to the surface, yet after taking a few deep breaths he managed another smile and spoke up at last. “Breathtaking, Elena. You are a vision in the outfit.”
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Elena smiled up at him--a contrast to the character that she was dressed as. The brightness of her expression was something Morticia would never wear. Little smirks, sure, but nothing near Elena's elation at the sight of the flush on his face. The glint of red that passed over his eyes? She was... thrilled. There was a tiny pinch of fear and exhilaration when she saw it. Her heart skipped ahead as she took a step forward, then slowly turned on the spot.
"You really think so? Perfect." Then she gave him one more look--a soft, flirtatious smile--before turning to head back to the changing room. "I'll take it, then." Once inside the tiny closet changing room, she closed the door behind herself and leaned back against it for a breath. Her heart was thundering. It slowed slightly and she decided to change back into her street clothes.
Elena reached for the zipper, but for the life of her couldn't quite twist the right way. After a moment she realized it was a futile pursuit, so she opened the changing room door and cleared her throat. "Deucalion? Can you... um... please give me a hand?"
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If his own pulse wasn’t racing rapidly the Alpha may have noticed the sound of her own thundering heart, yet as it stood he was just focused on not letting that jaw of his drop. Which took considerable effort as she smiled at him in that alluring way. As things stood a head nod was all the wolf could muster when she said she would take it, and he finally let out a breath when the young woman returned to the dressing room. For the briefest of moments he struggled with the wolf, but when the glow started to fade from his eyes Deucalion began to sigh.
However when she called out to him a look of surprise flashed across his face. Torn between lending a hand, and not wishing to make an utter fool of himself the man remained frozen in place for a second. But a moment later those feet of his began to move on their own. When he reached the ajar door that gaze of his found hers once more, and a confused expression was seen. “I uh, how may I help you, Elena?”
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Elena's cheeks were gently kissed with pink as she admitted, "I can't reach the zipper." She opened the door a little more, letting it swing for him to catch, and took a step further inside. There wasn't a whole lot of room in the tiny changing room, but enough for them both to stand. Hopefully he could step inside and help her with her zipper.
"Can you help?" Assuming that he was willing, she turned her back to him and moved her hair out of the way. The back of her dress was exposed to him, with the small, "invisible" zipper just outside of her reach.
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For a brief moment Deucalion’s mind went blank as the man found himself at a loss for what to do or say. That Englishman side of him sought to aid her in whatever way he could, yet it also was stunned at the prospect of drawing near enough to touch her. The wolf within was dazed as well, the scent of her washing over him as he stood close to the door. In the end her request for help was what finally pushed him to act, and without saying a word the Alpha finally stepped into the small little room. It was a challenge to fit into that space, and it took a second to close the door...yet in his haste the Demon Wolf used a touch too much strength and accidentally bent the handle.
To caught up in it all he failed to registered the simple fact that he had broken the door, and by pushing it closed the wolf locked them within. In that moment that none of that mattered, since his whole focus was fixed firmly onto Elena. With a slight tremble his fingers moved to the back of the dress, seeking out the zipper, as his body inadvertently pressed closer against her. With great care he managed to unzip her at last, and the sight of her bare back elicited a low rumbling growl.
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There wasn't a whole lot of space in this changing room. It was more the size and shape of an airplane bathroom than anything else. With Deucalion inside, it seemed even smaller. Elena stepped a half step forward, to give him a little more space, when she heard the click of the door closing behind them. She could feel warmth radiating from him behind her, and her heart was thundering in her throat. Her eyes fell closed as she felt his hand move against the dress. Her breath caught in her chest.
"Thank you," she breathed once the dress was unzipped. She turned on the spot, dark eyes flickering up to his face as she did so. Without her shoes the height difference was notable, but not ridiculous. He was so close, she could feel his breath on her face.
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Beneath his sweater Deucalion’s powerfully built frame strained as he fought to remain in complete control of himself. That chest of his rose and fell with quickened breaths, which only ensured that her scent washed over him more and more. When Elena turned and looked up at him it was as if time stood still, and for a moment the Alpha grew lost in those dark eyes of hers. A single hand moved at last, slowly resting on her shoulder, and as his fingertips brushed against her flawless skin those eyes of his glowed redder still. Oh he knew that he should turn and leave, knew he should have given her space to change, yet as his thumb so softly brushed against her flesh the wolf found himself unable to move.
“I…” All that usual charm and eloquence was lost in the heated moment, and instead of finding something clever to say the man found himself leaning closer until his lips gently brushed against her own.
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This was something Elena had never been expecting. She'd come here to get away from life, to start new. Or, at the very least, to clear her head and her heart and give herself something fresh. She hadn't been expecting to find someone that she connected and clicked with so well. Someone whose hot hand was against her shoulder, whose eyes lingered on her own. Then he leaned in, and her eyes closed, and his lips touched her own. It was absolutely perfect.
As if it'd planned the movement on its own, Elena's hand lifted to cup the side of his face. She drew him in against her and pushed up onto her toes to return his gentle kiss.
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All trace of timidity fell away the moment his tentative kiss was met with a kiss of her own, and when she drew him in the Alpha found himself kissing her again; this time with none of the shyness or caution that had been there a second ago. No this kiss was filled with passion and wild abandon, those lips of his claiming her own as the wolf savoring the taste of her. A playful nip at her lower lip was offered, and a moment later that tongue of his teased that spot too. Even with his own eyes shut he saw her so clearly, and the young woman was a blinding vision of radiant beauty.
Oh that rumbling growl of his was heard once more, and yet even while the kiss intensified Deucalion’s hand so gently moved down to caress her arm and side. Any hope of seeming calm and collected had faded away, and now there was no denying the attraction at all...not that he’d wish to deny such a feeling. If anything his body trembled as he drew he closer with his free hand, and at last his mouth pulled away. Yet instead of pulling back his lips found purchased against that lovely neck of hers, and a trail of soft kisses commenced.
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And then they were making out. Elena’s arms wrapped up and around his shoulders, one hand gently tangling in his hair. She was no longer timid, no longer shy. This was unlike anything she’d been expecting, but it was so very good. She was glad that she’d hadn’t misjudged things. She’d been feeling the stirrings inside toward him this whole time… and now she knew he’d felt them, too. Or, at the very least, he was attracted to her the same way she was attracted to him.
He nipped at her lip and Elena’s eyes shot open, going wide. A moment of fear made her heartbeat hitch, red veins flashing a mask on her face. Her tongue flicked against his though, her body relaxing again. The adrenaline was coursing through her as his lips found her neck. She breathed heavily, tipping her head to the side, giving him easier access.
“...you have to be careful.” Her voice was nothing more than a whisper of breath. “...a werewolf bite is a mortal wound for a vampire.” Note that she wasn’t telling him not to bite her. He just had to be careful not to break the skin.
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It should have felt silly, a wolf his age making out in a dressing room like some love sick pup, yet in the midst of it all he felt anything but silly. Oh there was no doubt that it was likely a comical picture; the large man and his broad shoulders barely able to fit within the confines of the space, yet doing his best to move with her as Elena wrapped her arms around him. When her heart hitched and those eyes of hers shifted, his own eyes glowed once more as he mistook her fear for excitement...which was an easy mistake since her tongue quickly teased his own.
At her words though the Alpha went still, not withdrawing but listening intently. A single slow nod was all he could manage, and with great care Deucalion’s blunted teeth gently nibbled along her neck. After every nibble and soft little kiss that wicked tongue of his lapped against her too. The warmth of their closeness was driving him wild, and the scent of her own arousal had his body practically humming.
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Elena’s fingernails raked gently along his scalp, her knees going slightly weak at the feel of his teeth and lips against her skin. She hadn’t felt this way in ages, it felt, hadn’t felt the combination of hormones and vampire desire mix into such exquisite agony of need. For a moment she wanted nothing more than to shed the rest of their clothes, to feel every inch of his hot skin against her own...
A sudden, loud knock came at the door, startling the young vampire. She turned to glance at it, still wrapped up in the wolf’s embrace.
“Miss? Are you all right in there?” It was the lone other soul in the shop; the owner, who’d been working behind the register when they came in.
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Every second with her was beyond intense, and between the scent and feel of her against him Deucalion was rapidly losing whatever little shreds of self control he had managed to hold onto till now. When he felt her legs shake a tad those hands of his moved, hiking up the dress enough so that he could left her up, and wrap her legs around his waist. Now that he held her in his gentle but strong grip, and pressed her up against the wall, the wolf’s mouth moved to the other side of her neck; teasing her once more.
Those hands of his rested beneath her backside, keeping her up and against him as he savored every moment of the heated exchange. When a voice was heard though those eyes of his flashed once again, and a soft growl rumbled with his chest as his annoyance with being interrupted surfaced.
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Elena felt a little drunk; drunk on him, drunk on the kissing, the heat, the desire. Her legs wrapped carefully up and around him, the dress pooling between their bellies. It’d been a while since she’d been lifted and moved around like a rag doll, and she loved it. Loved it. It took a moment of breathing hard to convince her not to grind against him, not to draw out more sensation--they shouldn’t take this too far, should they? It was a changing room at the local costume store, not the privacy of a bedroom.
At the sound of the knock, Elena brought a hand around to press her fingers against his cheek. “Shhh.”
The knock came again. “Miss?”
Elena cleared her throat, lowering her legs from around him. They’d been caught--they’d have to put this on hold. Hopefully they could pick up again later?
It was so amusing, actually. Elena was on the brink of laughter. “I’m fine! Just… struggling with a zipper.”
“Are you sure?” The man on the other side sounded dubious at best, condescending at worst. “These dressing rooms aren’t for hanky panky, Miss.”
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The usually calm and quite collected man was rapidly losing his patience, yet he had managed to keep his cool head until the man on the other side of the door spoke up again. With a growl Deucalion suddenly moved; turning towards the door with Elena still wrapped around him. A single hand remained beneath her backside to support her, and that other hand sprang out to grab the bent handle. With ease the Alpha tore open the broken door, literally wrenching it free from it’s hinges and letting it fall to the floor. Those piercing red eyes of his gazed right at the little man, holding the stare even as his voice was heard at last. Oh his tone was so soft, barely above a whisper, but that commanding presence of the Alpha of Alphas was enough to cow almost any wolf...and a small human stood no real chance. “Go stand in the corner of the store until we are finished.”
The shopkeeper’s mouth gaped open for a second, yet instead of protesting at all a tiny little ‘meep’ was heard, and the man quickly nodded before rushing to stand in the corner as he had been instructed. Deucalion knew he’d pay for the door, and compensate the man for his troubles, yet for the present moment such concerns eluded him...especially since she felt so good against him. With a quick chuckle his gaze shifted to her, offering a devilish smirk before those lips of his crashed against her own once again.
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Oh, this was so naughty. So naughty. Elena gave a little laugh, feeling positively wicked. Then she kissed him again, legs wrapping tight around his waist. Both of her gentle, cool, soft hands cupped his face as her mouth met his. Hungrily. Her lips parted, her tongue seeking to tangle with his.
There was a voice in her head telling her she should be more careful; that the cashier was still there, even if he wasn't watching, that anyone could come into the shop at any moment. The voice was right. As much as Elena wished it would just shut up and let her enjoy this… she knew it was right. Elena wasn't that girl. If she and Deucalion were going for something real, Elena wanted their first ...everything... to be more special than rushed in a costume store, in front of a stranger.
She drew back just a little, her nose nuzzling once against his. “I should get dressed.”
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Between the sweet sound of her laughter, and the feel of her legs tightening around his waist, the wolf was enthralled. All trace of that annoyance vanished as she hungrily kissed him, and the man’s lips parted to allow her tongue access. A muffled moan was heard as he teased her tongue back, and those hips of his rolled on their own accord, grinding slightly against her. When she drew back at last Deucalion’s eyes were still closed, yet a bright grin was seen when she nuzzled at his nose. Before setting her down though his hands offered a little squeeze to her backside, and the Alpha chuckled/sighed softly. “Very well then...I shall uh, I’ll leave you to it, my dear.”
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Vamp speed was pretty much amazing. Elena disappeared from his side and went back into the dressing room. The door was moved so it almost looked like it wasn’t broken while she stripped out of the dress and pulled her own clothes back on. It only took a couple of seconds. Then she was emerging around the broken door again, looking slightly ruffled but fully clothed. She was carrying the dress over one arm.
“Can you hold this for me?” She asked, offering Deucalion the dress. Then she turned her attention to the man in the corner. She took a few steps toward the man and touched him on the shoulder.
The man turned around, looking scared and confused. Elena almost felt sorry for him, but then she remembered the condescending tone. She leaned in a little and looked straight into his eyes. Her own pupils dialated as she compelled him.
“You’re not going to remember the pair of us coming in today. You’re not going to remember my companion at all. You won’t know why the door to the dressing room is broken, but you’ll find extra money in the till today that will pay for its repair.” She glanced back at Deucalion for confirmation, then turned to the clerk again. “You won’t remember who you sold the dress to, but it will be paid for in full.”
The man nodded.
“Okay.” Elena stood up straighter. “We’re good to go.”
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That speed of hers still took some getting used to, yet the shock of seeing how fast she could move no longer surprised the Alpha. Not after having seen it the first time, back when Elena had bolted after witnessing the Demon Wolf’s true visage. What did catch the wolf off guard though was the way the shopkeeper acted after Elena compelled the man. Kitty had warned the old wolf that vampire’s could compel others with their eyes, yet this was the first time he had seen it in action. Curious, and wary of such an ability, the Alpha found himself needing to know more. However instead of asking the young woman he closed the gap between himself and the smaller man.
Without saying a word those claw of his appeared, and a second later Deucalion had an iron grip on the poor guy’s throat. Oh he had no desire to choke the poor bastard, nor was he trying to knock the man out. No, instead those claws of his pierced the back of the shopkeepers neck...allowing the Demon Wolf access to the guy’s mind and memories. In silence the Alpha stood there, eyes closed, as he sifted through the recent memories. It took a few moments to find what he sought; the compulsion did it’s job well, and on the surface he could tell that the human’s recollection of the events was clouded over...with no memory of Deucalion or Elena seen.
However below the surface, like a frozen lake that was snowed over and hidden, Deucalion could make out the memories that had been hidden. With a deep breath he carefully eased his claws free, and helped the human sit down on a chair. After fishing out a wad of cash to pay for her dress, the damaged door, and the outfit he decided to purchase too, he finally nodded to her. “That is quite an interesting ability you possess, my dear. He’ll not recall us, nor what transpired, but deep in his mind the memory of what happened is still buried there.”
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Elena wasn’t sure exactly what he was doing when Deucalion drew out his claws. She nearly rushed forward, the words no, don’t on her lips. She’d been around Damon too much, that was certain. He would have snapped a neck without thinking twice about it if someone came in the way.
But the wolf simply stood there for a moment, looking pensive, and Elena’s hackles lowered. She watched, curious and concerned, but relieved when the man was unharmed at the end.
“...are you...what did you just do?” She asked, stepping forward. She wanted to make sure the man’s neck was unharmed. That the man himself was unharmed.
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Her apprehension went unnoticed as Deucalion’s mind was occupied as he used his ability on the human. Yet when he was done at last a soft smile tugged at the corner of his mouth when she stepped closed to exam the guy. Oh there was no lasting damage done at all; only four little marks from where his claws had entered the neck, and a tiny bit of blood. “An Alpha possess a few different gifts, Elena. One of which is the ability to manipulate the mind of others by using our claws. With it I can see or share memories, and also manipulate or erase them completely. In this case I simply took a look through his mind to see just how your ability affected the man.”
Those claws of his were held up for her to see, and a moment later he casually wiped the blood off onto his slacks before the claws faded away. With the task done the wolf moved to pickup the outfit he desired, and gestured towards the door. “Are you ready, my dear? Or was there something else here you were interested in procuring?”
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Well, that was certainly something. Elena’s eyebrows rose when he mentioned his ability, and what it made him able to do. She was impressed. For a moment she debated feeding the man some of her blood to heal the small wounds on the back of his neck, but she didn’t want to make things more complicated--didn’t want to take a chance he might die in a freak accident over the next twenty-four hours. Besides, hadn’t he been through enough?
“No, I’m ready.” She said, and picked up the dress again. She was very happy with her purchase. “I think we’ve done enough here today.” Then she turned back to Deucalion with a smile. “I’m ready to go.”
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