Who: Scart (Scott and Art) When: Wed night Where: Her place What: Art is pissed Why: Because of Stiles Status: Complete Ratings: Semi-sweet
Art was amused at first with Scott but was slowly getting annoyed. Which only increased when Stiles decided to get involved. She went from annoyed to pissed. To calm herself she would take a run. She wasn’t sure how long she had run for, but once she came back into her apartment, she came to take in the scent that filled her living room. A growl escaping her lips. “Breaking and entering now?” Is all she said as she came to flick her lights on.
Blue eyes coming to glare at the Alpha. “Surprised your little boyfriend let out off your leash.” She stated as she came to move towards the bedroom. Mainly to change into clothes that weren’t covered in sweat. Her knuckles were covered in dirt and dry blood. Why? She may have used a tree as a punching bag and envisioned Stiles face with each hit she gave at the bark.
“What do you, Alpha?” She said as she came to glare at him with a new shirt taken hold of.
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Scott hadn’t been very happy from the get-go of his online conversation with Artemis. He didn’t appreciate being labeled like that. Regardless of what she said, being labeled a slut wasn’t something the Alpha wanted. It denoted a distinct lack of respect, and that Scott would not tolerate.
Stiles had noticed that Scott was getting grouchy so he’d shown his best friend what was going on. Stiles decided to get involved, which had been hilarious for a little bit but then things got a bit heated. He could tell Artemis was pissed, and all Scott could think was now you know how I feel.
But he would keep his word. Artemis had been right. He owed her. If she didn’t want it tonight that was fine, but they would damn well get a few things clear. So Scott went to her place. When he learned she wasn’t home he put a certain unlawful skill to use and let himself in. When she got home he was calm, but still determined.
“You owe me an apology,” he said.
*** How she came to narrow her eyes at him. “And you need to not send your little boyfriend to handle your fights.” She replied with as she came to cross her arms over her chest as she came to watch him closely. Her long hair coming to be tied behind her head as she moved towards the kitchen sink and started to wash her hands clean off.
He was annoyed, so was she. “And as much as I would enjoy fucking you right now. That’s not what I’m in the mood for.” She said as she came to stare at Scott for the moment. Her breathing was heavy as her pulse had quicken at this point. Eyes watching him ever so closely.
“So I’m going to ask you again, Alpha. What do you want? Because I’m not apologizing for having a bit of fun, it’s not my fault you.” She said pointing at him. “Don’t know how to loosen the fuck up.”
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“Stiles makes his own decisions,” Scott said. His heartbeat was steady, as was his breathing. That was something Derek had taught him after he’d been bitten. “If he decided to get involved on my behalf, that’s not anything I can control.” He arched a brow. “Because that’s what a pack does when their Alpha has his reputation smeared.”
Oh, sex was so not on the table right now. Not only was Scott not in the mood, but he didn’t feel Artemis deserved it at the moment. He scoffed at what she called a little bit of fun. “A bit of fun at my expense. Not only is that so far from what a friend would do, I am an Alpha. You may not be my pack, but you damn well will respect my rank.” Then he hit on exactly why what she’d said and done had pissed him off so much. “Or were you purposely trying to live up to the family name?”
*** She came to watch him. “Your friends going to get his jaw--” but she stopped suddenly when Scott said the thing about the family name. “Oh right, Because I’m evil and I’m a bitch and apparently I kill my friends when they don’t do as I say.” She spat back at him as she came around the corner and stood not far from him.
“I told you, I don’t do packs. I don’t do friendships.” She said as she glared up at him. “I stick to what I know. I don’t know what Deucalion did, least not to an extent so i can’t live up to a name I don’t know anything about. And let’s not forget I ruined my relationship with Deucalion the night I went looking for you.” She said as he poked at his chest.
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Scott’s eyes flared Alpha red as he grabbed Artemis by the wrist and held on. He even pulled her a little closer as he growled and locked eyes with her. “First, never threaten Stiles.” Despite their recent agreement, he and Stiles had been friends for a long time now. And after what Stiles had been through with Hurley...oh no you did NOT threaten Stiles where Scott could hear. Artemis was lucky Scott had great self-control.
“Second,” he continued with that growl in his voice. “I never said any of that, and I’m not talking about what Deucalion did in the past. I’m talking about how he was right here in Preya. He was an asshole who felt it necessary to cut me down every chance he got and hid behind his whole offering to help bullshit. You want to have anything to do with me, then don’t ever…ever...disrespect me again.” He shoved her arm away.
*** When he came to grab her wrist, with those bright red eyes it had caught her off guard. And when she tried to yank away, it didn’t work as she was pulled closer. She stared up at him. She breathed heavy at that point as she listened to his words. Gritting her teeth as she was shoved away from him for the moment. Her hand coming to grip on her wrist.
But she came to just stare at him. Slightly lost for words for the moment. She wasn’t afraid of Scott that for that moment, the moment he took on the Alpha role to protect his pack, Art was intimidated. She hadn’t expected him to act out the way he did. As she came to look at her wrist for the moment, she looked back at him, as those shining blue eyes would be revealed.
“...I’m...I’m sorry..” Is all she said as she came to look down for the moment. That slight submission being shown to an Alpha when a Beta or an Omega does something wrong.
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He hated seeing her like that. Worse, he hated that he made her look like that, but in a way, it had been necessary. If she had kept on with the kind of teasing that pissed him off they could potentially lose even their friendship. Scott didn’t want that so he’d had to metaphorically swat her on the nose.
But now that he’d gotten through to her this time he pulled her into a hug instead of that angry grip. He wouldn’t hold her there if she didn’t want to be held, but he was offering reassurance that everything was fine now.
*** Artemis wasn't used to Alphas or even knew how packs really worked. The one pack she was in was killed shortly after she was accepted and even then it wasn't the nicest pack. So when he brought her into a hug she froze slightly.
But slowly her hands lifted to press against his back as she came to accept that show of affection she wasn't so use to being shown. Unknowingly she would come to take in his scent. Locking it in her memory.