Scott McCall would like to regress to the mean. (alpharising) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2016-03-25 21:58:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, allison argent, scott mccall |
Who: Allison Argent and Scott McCall
What: Allison dreams of dying and needs a shoulder to lean on. Scott comes over to visit.
Where: Allison’s apartment
When: Tuesday Night, weeks ago
Warnings: Sadness, couple-y stuff, sex
Status: Complete when posted, closed
Allison was a mess. Who wouldn’t be after dreaming what she had? It had been more of a nightmare. She and her friends had gone off to Eichen House, a mental hospital, to save her best friend from an evil Japanese spirit. In turn, the spirit had sent an army of demons after Allison and her friends. They’d fought a brave fight, but one of the demons had stabbed a sword right through Allison’s chest. Lydia, her best friend, had been saved, but Allison had died. She’d died in Scott’s arms. Then she’d woken up in tears. She had never thought that the dreams would end this way, but they did.
She wanted to call her parents, but neither of them even knew about the dreams. Allison hadn’t told them about them for fear that they would think she was nuts. The only people who knew about what she’d been dreaming were living right in Orange County. She needed to tell someone, so she reached out to the person she was closest to - Scott. With her fingers speedily pressing buttons on her phone, Allison texted him.
While she waited for him to show up, she had a good cry. She tried to get it all out before he showed up because she wasn’t sure she wanted him to see her ugly crying over her dream death. When she was sure he was probably about ten minutes away, she tried her best to pull herself together and dabbed the tears away with tissues. Allison did a speedy job of tidying up her apartment and sat on her couch waiting for a knock on the door.
Scott arrived quickly, using the motorcycle that had come from the dreams to dodge around traffic, and slide into a spot near her place. THen he was racing up toward her door and knocking. He had no idea quite what was going on. Al he knew was that Allison needed him, and he wouldn’t fail her.
He knocked at her door and waited, unsure, worried, and hopeful.
Allison came to the door trying to look as composed as she could. She smiled when she opened the door and saw Scott’s face. “Hey, Scott.” Stepping to the side, she let him into the apartment.
“God, I had the worst dream.” She closed the door behind Scott and rubbed her face with her hands. “I’m sorry. I’m being a bad hostess. Do you want something to drink or chips or something? I can fix a snack if you want.”
Scott’s eyes shot to her face, and he stepped in, worried now. He cocked his head to the side when she tried to be a hostess, and he did the only thing he could think of. He stepped in and hugged her. “I’m here Allison, and you don’t have to be a host, you don’t have to be on guard, you don’t have to be anything but you. I’m here.”
His words were quiet, and fierce, and if a dream version of Derek from years into their time had been there, he might have said that Scott’s words almost hummed with power. Alpha power. But for Scott, all he knew was that he cared, and someone he cared about more than anyone he had ever met was hurting, somehow. And he would do everything he could to help her.
As soon as he hugged her, all of that effort she’d put into composing herself melted away. Allison sniffled and almost started to cry again. She put a hand to her face for a moment and then just hugged Scott tight. She held onto him for a moment, burying her face in his shoulder and leaning on him for comfort. It worked. It helped give her a little more stability.
“I died in my dreams.” Allison sighed sadly. “I died in your arms.” She still held onto him, almost afraid that if she let go she’d start crying again. The dream had been that upsetting to her. It wasn’t as if she had died in the real world, but the dreams did tend to have an effect on real life. Even if the only effect it had was making Allison incredibly sad, she hated the dream for it.
Scott held on as she cried, holding her close and stroking her back, just letting her do what she needed. At her words, he winced, shocked, and feeling his heart pound as he held her. She had died? Well her dream self, but still! That was not… the dream them were supposed to be together forever! How… He shuddered as he held her, stroking her hair.
“I’m sorry, Allison, I can’t imagine how hard, how bad, that must have felt. I have no idea why, but I feel like… angry, and sad.” He held her close. “Is there anything I can do to help?” He was sad that she was sad, and that she had been hurt by these dreams.
Allison sniffled sadly. “Just stay here a while?” She pulled away for a moment and took him by the hand, leading him to sit with her on her couch. “I should have known something bad would happen. Our lives are so dangerous. We were always doing something risky.” Allison shook her head, her gaze drifting into space.
“I got to tell you that…” She trailed off, biting her lip. “I mean, in the dreams, before it happened, I got to tell you that I loved you. At least there’s that. At least dream-me has some kind of peace.”
“Of course.” He nodded and followed her, squeezing her hand, eyes warm and worried about her. “Seems a lot there like here. Except here, we aren’t like, the only ones who have to deal with it all.” He settled next to her and listened to her. Her words made his breath catch, and he could imagine how much Scott hurt.
“He loves her so much, dream me. It consumes him, sometimes. I just dreamed about the end of the battle with Peter and… I felt how he felt, some of it.” He flushed and looked at her. “I’m glad she had that closure, that she got to do that, that dream us had that.” He stroked her arm, just touching her, making sure she knew he was there.
She nodded. “Yeah, here everyone is going through something crazy.” At least, that’s how it seemed. The networks were always busy with someone talking about an insane dream. It made Allison feel like her dreams were a little less wild even if she was dreaming about werewolves and Japanese trickster spirits.
Allison frowned. She could remember that first battle with Peter and the arrow fired that had ignited the molotov cocktail. That had been the start of it all for her. Nothing was the same after that. “I know sometimes after dreams I would wake up feeling like I’d just lived what I’d dreamt. I’m pretty glad that I didn’t wake up with an actual sword through my chest.” She shivered, remembering how it felt. There had been an instant of pain followed by numbness and pressure. Even Scott, in her dream, hadn’t felt any pain that he could have taken.
Scott listened and shuddered at the idea, holding her again, and stroking her back. THe thought of that happening to his Allison horrified him. He never wanted anything like that happening. Never. He made up his mind right then to keep his eyes open, and be aware, far more.
“I can’t… that sounds like one of the more terrifying things, ever, to have happen to you.” He could feel and hear her heartbeat, smell her fear and her pain, and he just wanted to cuddle it all away. It was weird having all these senses that showed him things.
“I like to think I’m a pretty brave person, you know?” She put her hand to her mouth, nibbling on her thumbnail nervously. “I try to teach other people to be brave. That dream, though, really shook me up. Can you believe it? A dumb dream…”
Allison sighed, shaking her head. She leaned back and snuggled up against Scott. There was comfort in being close to him, so she got as close to him as she possibly could.
“I think you are brave. I think you are pretty amazing.” And he shook his head, stroked a finger against her lips. “Not dumb, Allison. These dreams terrify me. And feel so real, so vivid. Some of the things I’ve felt… I can’t imagine what it feels like to dream that i was dying.” He shuddered.
He held her close, pulling her against him, almost on his lap, really, just snuggling her close and breathing her in, reassuring himself she was there. He knew she was the one who had suffered, but… the fear of losing her was seriously huge.
She smiled a little when he called her brave and amazing. It was plenty comfort to her that he thought those things of her. “They’re incredibly real and vivid. When I had my first dream it didn’t even feel like a dream. It was a different experience altogether.” She shook her head. “Like a different life, almost.”
Allison didn’t fight it at all when he pulled her closer. She enjoyed it, actually, cuddling up right next to him. She didn’t want to think about him leaving her apartment. This moment couldn’t end. She couldn’t bear for it to. “Scott…” She sighed. “I wanted for us to be together forever. This dream scared me, made me think maybe that’s not in the cards for us.”
“Exactly that, a different life.” He snuggled her close, and he smiled softly. He stroked her back, and her hair, listening to her, then pulled back a little to look her in the eyes. “Maybe in the dreams, but maybe we can learn from them. I like you, a lot, Allison, and I don’t… I could see being with you for a very long time.” He smiled softly at her, biting his lip in that nervous way he had.
“You and me, here, we’ll make our own destiny.”
She nodded, smiling just barely. “I like that. We don’t have to live according to our dreams.” Allison already knew that things didn’t have to happen the way they happened in the dreams. Her mother had died in her dreams and in real life she was living and healthy in real life.
Even though she was feeling a little bit better, though, she stayed curled up against Scott. “You made me feel so much better.” She said, almost like she couldn’t believe how much better she felt. It was amazing to her.
Scott nodded, almost comically. “That’s right. I mean, just out situation here is different.” He shook his head. “And we talk, which our dream selves suck at.” He grinned at her just a touch, and kissed her nose, then hugged her tight again.
He stroked her back and her hair. “I’m glad. I always want to be here for you, to help you and make you feel better.” He grinned almost shyly. “Thinking about you makes me feel better, too.”
“I’m glad I can have the same effect on you.” She tilted her head upwards and planted a kiss on his cheek. It was just a simple, sweet gesture. Allison really liked Scott and sometimes she wasn’t sure how to put it into words without sounding corny. The one surefire way she knew how was to kiss him.
Scott blushed when she kissed his cheek and he stroked her hair softly. She was amazing, and he loved being around her. And the kissing was pretty awesome too. As was the holding. He grinned at her, a little shyly again and kissed her nose, then her cheek softly. “We’re a team, you and me. We go good together. We fit, even.” He hugged her close again, eyes dark and warm with emotion.
“I agree!” Allison smiled brightly, forgetting for a second the grim dream that she’d experienced not that long ago. “It’s like when two puzzle pieces go next to each other, how they just sort of click together. That’s how I feel with you. Everything feels natural. It’s nice.” She slid her hand into his, their fingers interlocking. They’d never been closer, but it didn’t feel uncomfortable. She liked it like this just fine.
“Yeah, just like that.” He squeezed her hand, and smiled, and he lifted her hand to his lips and kissed it. “I like us like this, like we are connected and just… together in more than one way.” He nudged her with one finger. “You, my dear lady, need some bad movies, some good pizza, and some silliness.” He nodded.
She laughed and nodded. “Bad movies, good pizza, and silliness sounds really appealing right now.” Allison leaned back slightly against one of the giant pillows she had on the couch. “Do you want to Netflix it? Watch a bunch of one-star movies and order pizza in?” She paused, giving his hand a squeeze. “You’re the pro. How should we do this?”
“Sounds perfect.” He chuckled. “Me a pro? I’m winging it as we go.” Then he bent forward and pecked her lips with his before sitting back and pulling out his phone. “What sort of pizza should we get?”
He grinned at her as he watched her relax back some. And squeezed back just a little. She was so beautiful, and amazing, and he was very glad he could be here for her.
“You’re the one who introduced me to cheeseburger pizza! Of course you’re the pro.” She laughed. “Tonight I think I want something sort of spicy, though. Is spicy sausage okay on pizza for you?” Allison asked. She didn’t want to get something that Scott would find disgusting. The whole idea of sharing a pizza was to get toppings that both people wanted to eat.
“I suppose that counts, then. I can be your pizza expert, and you can be my Allison expert.” He grinned at her. “MMm, yeah! That sounds good! Never had that one, but I can try it, as long as my breath won't scare you away.” He waggled his eyebrows at her, being deliberately cheesy and over the top.
He dialed and ordered pizza, then peered around for the television remote.
“That’s fair.” She smiled. “If there’s one thing I can be an expert on it’s myself.” Allison laughed a little. “And if we’re both eating the pizza I doubt breath will be an issue. Still, I’m prepared. I have Altoids in my purse just in case.” Her smile spread into a big, playful grin. “A girl has to be ready for anything these days!”
When she saw him looking for the remote, she reached over him to the table beside the couch where the remote was stashed and handed it to him. “I guess you still have to figure out where everything is. It is your first time over here.”
Scott grinned. “My mom always says to be prepared.” And his wallet in his pocket had two condoms and a packet of lube in it, not because he thought anything would happen, but because he wanted to be ready when and if it did. Because, he could see himself wanting to do that with her, forever, and only.
“It’s my first time, yes. Be gentle?” He quirked an eyebrow at her with a wink, hoping a little joke like that would be fine.
“Your mom is a very smart woman.” Allison laughed. Truth be told, she was prepared, too. Her bedside table had a drawer that contained a box of condoms. Before Scott, it had been a very long time since she’d last been on a date.
Instead of answering, Allison just smiled at Scott and leaned over, giving him the gentlest of kisses on his lips. She pulled away, still smiling. “Gentle enough for you?”
“She is. I think you’d like her.” He nodded, then when she kissed him, he grinned.
“Maybe a little rougher.” His grin was warm, teasing.
“Maybe I’ll get to meet her.” Someday. Allison didn’t think they were quite at that point where she was ready to meet Scott’s mother.
She grinned right back at him. “Rougher?” Allison leaned in for another kiss, this one a little rougher and ending with her gently nibbling on his lower lip. “Like that?”
Scott mmmmed into the kiss. “I liked that a lot. You can be as rough as you like with me.” He waggled his eyebrows at her. “I trust you.“ And he did, and he liked the kissing, a lot.
Allison laughed delightedly, leaning in for another kiss. This one lasted longer and only broke off when Allison needed to breathe. She smiled silently at him. “I like kissing you.” Her hand found its way up to the back of his head, her fingers messing up his hair slightly.
Scott kissed her back, long and passionately, and hugged her close. “I like kissing you too.” He snuggled her close, smiling warmly. His hands slid around her to pull her against him and just hold her tight, stroking her lower back lazily under her shirt.
“Then we should probably do it more often.” She joked, grinning for the briefest of seconds before kissing him again. This time when she pulled away she kissed him again on his jawline, grazing her lips down to the side of his neck to kiss him again there. “A lot more often.”
“I like this idea.” Scott moaned as she kissed him on his jawline, stretching his neck to give her access. His hands stroked around to her belly and stroked her skin there gently. This was good, this was really good. Even if he was embarrassed by the fact that he was as hard as a rock against her.
She kissed down to the neckline of his shirt. “Mmm. This is getting in the way, I think.” Allison smiled at him and took the hem of his shirt, lifting it up to remove his shirt. She balled it up it her hand and tossed it to the end of the couch, kissing his bare shoulder. Her hand found its way to his lap, gently rubbing against his erection.
Scott moaned at her kisses and touches and kept his hands caressing and exploring her body. But he let her take the lead, because, wow, he liked where she was going! He moaned as she spoke and nodded. “Yes, I think so too.” And he helped her remove the shift, then ran his hands higher under her shirt, stroking the undersides of her bra-covered breasts .
When her hand found his cock, he moaned her name, and felt his pulse hammer. Wow. “Wow…”
Allison let out an almost mischievous laugh. She took his touches as her cue to take off her shirt, as well, tossing hers towards his at the end of the couch. Lifting one leg, she moved so that she was straddling him on the sofa. She settled down so that her weight was on him, creating some sort of friction against him. Leaning in, Allison kissed him again on the mouth before pulling back for a moment. “I think we might have found something better than bad movies.”
Scott shifted and groaned as she straddled him, and he whimpered. Her kiss was returned hard and long, and very passionately, and he ground up against her some. His breath hissed out in a chuckle as he nodded. “Oh yeah. A lot better.” And he leaned up and kissed her as he rolled his hips upward again, wanting to make them both feel good, his hands on her bra, stroking her breasts through it.
Allison let out a tiny moan as he touched her, deciding to remove another layer. She reached behind her and unhooked her bra, slipping out of it and throwing it off to the side. “Better still?” She asked with a playful smile on her face. There was something fun about fooling around with Scott. It didn’t just feel good. It also brought a smile to her face.
Scott smirked and whistled, then bent his head to kiss her breasts, letting his tongue answer her as it swirled around one nipple, then the other, each getting a playful nip at them from his teeth. He smirked as he lifted his head again and kissed her, slow and passionate and warm and loving, and his hands found her breasts again, stroking skin to skin this time. His hips rolled upward again and he felt like a million bucks. “So amazing, Allison.”
Arching her back slightly, Allison let out a purr of approval. She ground her hips against his, though there was something lacking given the layers of clothing between the two of them. Her breath was just slightly ragged from the beginnings of arousal. “You know…” She leaned forward, kissing the area just in front of his ear before whispering. “You’ve never seen my bedroom.”
Scott groaned as she kissed him like that and whispered in that voice. “Oh God… Yes. I would like to do that, please?” He grinned and blushed, but his eyes flicked to hers. “I think the bedroom must be a part of an integral tour, right?”
His hands slid along her body and cupped and stroked her ass slowly, gently.
Allison laughed as she hopped to her feet. She took Scott by the hand and led him down the hall to her bedroom. It was a little messy with the bed unmade, but she planned to make a mess of the bed anyway.
She crawled onto the bed on all fours and beckoned for Scott to join her with on finger, a playful smile on her face. “Come here.”
Allison got to wiggling out of her jeans, but left her panties on. That would be a job for Scott.
Scott followed her and squeezed her hand, smiling as they entered her room. And he shed his pants as he did so, took a deep breath, then shed his underwear too. He felt a surge of pleasure and relief as his cock sprang out into the open, and the cooler air hit it. He shivered and smirked as he crawled onto the bed to meet Allison, kissing her right off.
“Hello, sexy.” He stroked a hand over her rear, and down her legs, enjoying just touching her like that.
She laughed a little. “Hey, handsome.” Her hand found its way to his cock, stroking it gently from base to head a few times. Meanwhile, she kissed his neck, trailing down til she got to his collarbone. Allison pulled back, holding up a finger to pause things.
Scrambling to the bedside table, Allison rifled through the drawer ‘til she found the box of condoms. She pulled one out and unwrapped it, then pausing and looking up at him. “Is this okay?”
Moaning at her strokes, he felt himself grow harder yet, and his hands teased down below her panties, stroking her there. He loved how she felt, how she looked, how this all felt.
Scott grinned at her question. “Of course it is, and thank you. Mine are in my wallet, over there…” He waved a hand toward his pants. “I should have brought one to bed.” He swatted and groped her ass, though, because, what else does one do when a gorgeous woman is facing partially away from you like that?
She felt her breaths grow shorter and come faster. Allison took the condom and slid it onto Scott’s erection, holding onto him for a few seconds longer than necessary to touch him just because she could. Instead of laying on her back or encouraging him to lay on his, though, Allison stayed on all fours hoping that he might get the hint. She’d never tried doggy style before and trusted Scott more than anyone to try something for the first time with.
Scott groaned as she slid the condom on. When she moved back to all fours, though, he smirked. He had never done this one, but, well he knew how it worked. He moved in, caressing her ass with gentle hands and then used one to position himself, teasing the tip of his cock along her pussy.
Finally, he slowly pressed into her, the angle and the positioning allowing him to slide in deeper than he had ever been able to before. He whimpered as he slid to the hilt inside her hot, wet, and oh so tight pussy, and moaned her name.
“A-allison, oh god.”
Allison couldn’t see him, but she could feel him well enough. She let out a gasp the moment she felt him touch her pussy and she moaned as he entered her. They’d never even done this before in the dreams, so she was really looking forward to it. Right away she started rocking back and forth, subtle movements at first but picking up speed each time.
“Scott!” She shouted his name in the heat of the moment, her arousal building to almost unbearable amounts. He felt so hot and good inside of her and Allison didn’t want it to stop.
The way she felt around him was perfect, and he couldn’t help but grip her hips, those glorious globes of her ass, and begin to move faster, fucking her pussy with every ounce of his strength. She felt so incredible, so hot, he was sure, at first, that he would come fast, but somehow, he just kept going.
“OH yes, yes yesssss.”
Finding his rhythm, Allison started to move against him so that he could go even deeper and harder. She moaned with every backwards thrust of her hips. The position he was in allowed direct contact with her clit and she was going out of her mind from the pleasure. Only a few short moments later did she hit that heavenly high and come harder than ever before.
“God, Scott!” She cried loudly, still rocking her hips back towards him.
“Allison, oh god…” When she came, and her body did that thing, he cried out, for all the pleasure seemed to explode in him, and he exploded in her. “Yes!” He gripped her hips, hammering home as he came, hard enough to almost see stars behind his eyes. When he was done, he rested, still inside her, feeling her tight hole squeeze around him.
‘Oh Damn…” He bent forward, and turned her head just enough to kiss her, hard.
Allison kissed back with equal ferocity, breathing heavy in the afterglow of their rendezvous. When the kiss broke off, she smiled at him and let out a contented purr. Not only was Scott McCall sweet and romantic, but he was also the best sex she’d ever had.
“You’re amazing.” She sighed.
Scott smirked and kissed her again, hard. “Takes one to know one. You make me feel incredible… in every way.” He shifted in her, slowly, feeling himself still partially hard, and he rocked inside her, then slid out. He groaned as he slid to the bed next to her and disposed of the condom in the trash can next to the bed, then pulled her in for another kiss.
“I think i could do this all night.” Which might be true. He had noticed lately he could masturbate like five times in a row. Which got tender, but still!
He nodded to her.
Allison purred in approval, nuzzling the crook of his neck. “Me too, but let’s cuddle a little first, okay?” She smiled up at him, kissing his jawline. “Just a tiny, little break before we devour each other again.” Chuckling, she snuggled up against him, relishing his body heat.
“Of course.” He kissed her gently, and stroked her body, hands just caressing, now. She felt good, and right, stuck up against him like this, and he liked it, a lot. He liked having her in his arms, and just enjoying the warmth and strength she had and showed.
He nipped at her nose, before relaxing again, just loving this sensation, suddenly, of belonging.
“Being with you like this, right now… it feels like I’ve come home.”
“I know exactly what you mean.” She sighed. “I never felt more like I belonged than when I’m with you.” Allison trailed her fingers in circles on his chest. “You’re really special to me, Scott McCall.” A smile spread across her face. She really did feel like she could love him already. Part of it was because she felt like she knew him from the dreams. It helped create the feeling of an instant connection. They had a lot of chemistry, the two of them.
Scott stroked her back and sides, and smiled warmly. “You’re really special to me too, Allison Argent.” He chuckled, then and kissed her nose. “You know, i wanted to dislike you, and not like you like this. I wanted to not… well, care for you so much. I thought doing so would mean i was following the dreams, and not living my own life. But… the truth is, I don’t care. I feel such a connection to you, no matter where it started, it’s real.” He nodded.
“You’re important to me, and nothing can change that.”
Allison couldn’t help but laugh a little. “You wanted to dislike me.” For some reason it was funny to her. “Look how that turned out.” She nudged him with her forehead. In all truth, she was incredibly glad that things had worked out the way they had. Scott was an amazing person. He was an individual different from the Scott she knew from the dreams, similar in some ways but in the end separate. She counted herself lucky to have met him.
“Are you hungry at all?” She smiled up at him.
“Maybe a little. Though you make me smirk. And smile, and hunger for other things.” He shook his head. “Maybe one, then the other?” He waggled his eyebrows and reached for her.
He had a feeling the night was only going to get better…
FIN