Re: Teen Wolf: Jackson & Lydia
[She wouldn't have been surprised about the smell thing. She wasn't with Aiden anymore, and Aiden wasn't even here, but she had spent a semester having sex on every available surface with a werewolf. An asshole, but a werewolf. She thought maybe she had a type. Pretty assholes, and why was she even there? Jackson had treated her like shit, and where was Stiles when she needed to be reminded of that?
Because all she saw now was Jackson's handsome face, and he was hurt, and she'd always been the cooing girlfriend when he was hurt. It was so easy to slip right back into that role. Florence Nightingale suited her... so long as she didn't actually have to do anything.
She smacked at his hand when he made for the hem of his shirt.] You're hurt! Stop that! [Nose in the air.] Also, I didn't say you could touch me. [Hah! Take that!]