John Howlett and Rahne

[om_wolfsbane]

Rahne and John meet up again. After some growing pains, they get hot and heavy.

Warning: Emotional manipulation, sexual situation

She very, very much didn't want to be seen in the boys' hallway. As a matter of fact, even though only half were on, the florescents felt like spotlights, all aimed at her. Urgently, she knocked on John's door again. She could smell him, at the very least, though that didn't necessarily mean that he was in. If this was his room, his scent would be strong coming from it, no matter what.

John had been making her sweat, just a little, if only because he liked the way she smelled when she was just a bit distressed. Maybe it was just a bit sadistic of him, or maybe it was just his own inherent condition. He wasn't sure, and he didn't really care. He unlocked his door, and opened it, smirking at her. "Hey," he said. "Looks like you found the room."

She brushed past him, getting inside before speaking to him. Her heart was already thundering, just from the fear she had built up while she was waiting. She wasn't ready to be seen going into a boy's room alone. Especially not John's.

"I jus' came t' give you somethin'. I made it for you. T-t' thank you. For Christmas, and for...the other day." Actually, she had been agonizing ever since that day, wondering why John hadn't sought her out, hadn't called her, hadn't seen her in the cafeteria and come to put his arm around her. So she thought, maybe, she just needed to give him a little more before he would like her enough. In her big, baggy purse there was a tupperware stuffed with cookies--butter cookies, chocolate chip, and peanut butter. Since she didn't know what kind he liked best.

He chuckled. "You didn't need to do that." He gently, carefully shut the door behind him.

"Still. I did it." She fished the container out and offered it to him. "I made them all myself."

"Well aren't you just sweet?" John chuckled. "C'mon. We can share some, eh?" he said, not taking the container but guiding her to be near his desk and bed.

It wasn't much easier, inside the room. Because now she was alone with a boy. In his room. "I d-didn't know what kind you like," she blathered on, quite lamely.

"I'll eat just about anything," he assured her. "It's sweet of you to make 'em for me. Didn't know you were so talented in the kitchen."

That made her flush with pride. "I'm quite domestic," she said. She took the top off and offered him again.

"Says the girl who just spent almost a week hiding in the woods and not coming inside," John pointed out.

She lowered her eyes, and also the proffered cookies. "Things have been...difficult. Only now I have some new friends t' help me. People who've been through similar things."

John munched on a cookie. "Yeah. I don't have many friends myself, believe it or not," he muttered, smirking. Not that he needed them. He'd gotten by without friends, before... "And yeah, we've been through a lot, it seems, the both of us. In our own ways." He shrugged.

He didn't know the half of it. To tell the truth, no one here did. She hadn't spoken one whisper about her real life with her da, nor her year in the woods. "Is it good?" she asked, pushing all of that out of her mind and nodding at the cookie he was eating.

Honestly, it really was. It was good enough to almost make him feel bad about trying to seduce her. And seemingly starting to succeed in doing so. "It is," he said, nodding. "I've never been one for sweets, but I think you just won me over to them," he confessed. That at least was true.

"I was afraid of that. That you didn't like treats, but...it's the only thing I'm really good at, so," She shrugged. Turning, she looked around and found a place to set the tupperware and lid down--a clear space on his desk.

"Well, it never hurts to try anything once," he said. Though really, that applied better to him, given his healing factor. He walked up behind her, and put his arms around her waist, nuzzling a bit against her neck. "So here we are," he said, quietly.

Her body stiffened, then melted so that the curve of her back matched the contour of his chest. "Here we are," she whispered. Tenatively, she laid her hands over his, holding his embrace against herself.

"Yep..." He pressed his lips, softly, to her neck, just for a moment. "This your plan all along?" he asked, quietly, gently.

"I've...missed you," she murmured, her voice thick and squeezing past the lump in her throat. Images and snippets from Dr. McTaggart's pamphlets were rushing through her mind.

"How much?" he asked, smirking against her neck.

Her eyes fluttered closed. "So much." She had felt cold without him. She had noted every glimpse of him down a crowded hallway, every time she had passed through a room where a hint of his scent lingered.

And he'd known it this whole time, to boot. Maybe it was wrong. It was probably wrong, actually. But John found it difficult to care too much; he was helping, helping her release some of these stupid boundaries she'd set for herself. And he got to have some fun in the meantime. Possibly more fun than he'd been expecting, at first.

"Sorry I haven't really spent much time with you," he whispered. "Just, y'know. Busy. Schoolwork. Working out. Squad stuff. Y'know how it is," John said, quietly.

"O-of course. I wasn't trying to say..." She shook her head. "I mean, it's alright." She turned in his arms so that she could bury her face in his chest, hiding in a warm dark cave there.

"I know," John whispered, giving her a gentle kiss on the forehead. "It's okay." The connection they shared confused him a little, but not enough to make him rethink any of this. She didn't even know about Lu, though if she opened her ears for more than ten seconds to gossip, he was relatively certain she would have heard about them. Or maybe she didn't care? Maybe he was giving her morals too much credit. Or underestimating her childish idealism. How that had survived her upbringing, John couldn't tell. What mattered was that they were going to have fun... Sooner or later.

He was so sweet and gentle with her. The warmth of his words and his breath and his skin was evaporating her doubts clean away. She turned her face up toward him. "Did...did you miss me, too?"

"Of course," he said, the lie coming as naturally as breathing. Sure, he'd missed having her close to him. Having her heart pounding against his chest, the scents of her reactions to his words and his movements filling his nose. But had he missed her? Perhaps he merely missed the thrill that came with these interactions. Or maybe he just wasn't giving himself enough credit. Maybe there was a feeling, empathetic John deep inside of himself. Maybe. Or maybe he'd been killed awhile ago.

He put a hand on her cheek, and put his lips to hers. Gently, at first, and then stoking the intensity. Best to just focus on the fun to be had here...

She flung her thin arms around his neck, raising up on her toes and letting him draw her deeper and deeper into the kiss, trusting him to carry her down into the warm dark waters.

The enthusiasm was intoxicating. How she'd gone from nearly tearing his leg off to wanting him to do all of this and possibly more was beyond him, but he didn't care. Why didn't matter to him so much as what. And he knew what he wanted. He just had to figure out what she wanted, and maybe help her figure it out in the meantime... His hands slid down, to under her arms and down her sides, to come to a rest on her hips, thumbs hooked in her waistband, tugging her hips closer to his.

She yielded like clay in his hands. This time was less frightening than the last, because now this was familiar. She knew where she was going, knew how to kiss him and be kissed, and how to feel his body tell hers how to move. This time, she could enjoy the thrill tingling up her spine.

Anything like this was worth being savored. His hands roamed up and down her sides again, hugging her form, pressing her close to him so that he could feel as much as her as he could like this. He let their lips part, reluctantly, giving her a parting nibble on her lower lip, before putting his forehead to hers. "Not going to faint on me, this time?" he asked, playfully.

"Not yet," she breathed, impressed at herself for managing a joke. Even a little one like that. "You make me feel...strange. Good. Confused."

"Only one of those things is a good thing," John said, putting a finger against her lip, as if to hush her. His eyes were locked with hers, unflinching, his own lips tilted in a smirk. "I wanna know everything you want," he whispered, his free hand still roaming up and down her side. "You came to the right boy. 'Cause I think between me and my animal... I can satisfy you and yours."

Try as she might, she couldn't break away from their intense eye contact. Minutely, she shook her head. "I can't tell you. I can't go first," she whispered, practically locking up in terror. "You...show me. Show me how."

John's smirk grew into a cracked grin. "Oh, sweetheart... you better believe you can," he said, removing his finger from her lips. "Because I'm gonna get you so riled up... I'm gonna make you beg... and beg, and beg, and plead and pray," he said, snaking in and kissing her neck between the words, his teeth grazing her flesh more and more with each word. "Until you can't help yourself... Either you'll swoon... or you'll be tearing off your clothes and mine, to get at me."

A little pain and a little danger, those teeth pricking at her skin. It stirred something big and powerful inside of her. She shook her head in frustration, tickling his face with her long loose hair. "No. No, I dunnae know the words. I dunnae know what to say, I dunnae know what to do." She pushed against his chest. "Ye're nae helpin'," she growled. If he wanted them to go somewhere together, talking her into knots wasn't benefiting either of them.

"You think you don't, but you're getting in the way," John replied, taking a few steps back from her push, keeping his eyes on hers. "You're afraid of your body taking over for your mind. You're afraid to ride your instincts... Feel for once, don't just sit there and think about it," he murmured. Getting her wound up like this was half the fun. His lips formed that smirk once again. "A wolf doesn't have to be taught how to mate, Rahne."

"I'm not a wolf." She pushed against his chest again, all bony fingertips. "I am nae gonna mate with you or anyone. You are twistin' my head all up, an' you know it."

"What can I say?" he chuckled. "It's fun to get you riled up. C'mere," he said, drawing closer to her despite her second push. "Let's get you twisted up in a better way, eh?" he said, putting his arms back around her.

She looked straight up at him, wearing her grumpiest puppy face. " 'S not very funny," she complained. "I tol' Jeanne-Marie an' Sharon an' everyone tha' you were nicer than they thought."

"Sorry. I'm a bit of a tease," he said, kissing her gently on the nose. "I can be a real nice boy," he told her, holding her closer to him. "Want me to show you?" he asked, his right hand trailing down her side.

"Aye," she groused. "Tha's what I wanted all along." She was still frowning at him, having trouble easing back in to that relaxed, expectant feeling.

Maybe if his words couldn't convince her, his lips might, kissing hers gently and softly, occasionally nibbling or just momentarily grabbing her lower lip with his, his right arm slipping to press against her lower back, his left hand resting between her shoulders.

She was so mad at him that she gripped him by the back of his shirt as he warmed her up, and kept heating to a blaze. She kissed him fiercely, the preternatural strength of her tiny body beginning to show.

That was all he had wanted. More enthusiasm from her. His kisses became deeper, his tongue darting into her mouth whenever she allowed it, gently, playfully. John was enjoying this little charade. Really, he couldn't wait for the real fun to start.

Rahne was finished with gentle and playful. She was ready to throw him onto his bed and demand that he put his money where his mouth was. She didn't do that, though. She just took a fistful of his shirt so she could begin gently backing him toward it.

However, John didn't seem like he was going to let her take the lead, as much as he had wanted to stoke that fire. That was just to get her responsive, and to test her out. He noticed her start to move him, and he decided to take the lead in moving her... faster and just a bit more roughly than she was moving him.

She let him tumble her onto his bed, gasping a little for air as their lips parted. "Yes," she whispered to him, excitedly.

He couldn't help but grin as he crawled onto his bed, over her. He didn't have any words. It would have been a waste of breath better spent as he was doing, which was suckling on her neck and grazing his teeth across her flesh, all the while hooking his thumbs under her shirt.

She wriggled, letting her shirt ride up a bit, inviting him in further. Her eyes fluttered closed, and with a long exhale she let her body relax. What he had said was running through her mind. Feel, don't think.

John wasn't going to stop there. He wasn't going to stop until he told her, he knew that much. Once he got her shirt up around her shoulders, his one hand went down to her waistband, working at her button. The other gently took a handful of her hair as he kissed her, deeply. He could hear her heart hammering away in her chest, echoed by his own with the rush of excitement. Her scent was filling his nostrils, the pleasant aroma of her excitement encouraging him to explore her, as she seemed to want to be explored.

It was nervewracking to let him see her this way, unclothed and exposed. She kept thinking of the few pounds she'd gained since coming to the school, and how pale she was and oh, goodness, her breasts were far too small. But she pulled him closer, anyway, covering her chilled skin with his warm body.
He smoothed his hand up her bare side, feeling the gentle curves of her body. Different from Lu, for certain. And that was exciting. Variety was the spice of life, after all, and he worked her button and zipper open, his fingers inching under her waistband. He moved his lips from hers to her neck. "I'm gonna give you everything you want," he murmured, breath hot against her skin.

She arched up toward him, startled to a breathy whimper. He was, she really thought. He was going to give her everything she wanted.

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If he could have smoked in his room, he would have been. He'd taken his shirt off part of the way through, and the rest of him was equally nude as well, beneath the blankets, lounging in the glow of a job well done.

She felt so strange. Some muscles, used rarely if ever before, were tight and sore, while the rest of her hung limp as a boiled noodle. She was even a bit woozy as she hurriedly got back into her clothes, shielding herself from his sight now that the magic of desire had passed and was no longer making her a crazy person. Her tongue felt thick and sticky, and she pushed it against the roof of her mouth.

"I want a biscuit. Do you want a biscuit?" she asked, slipping off of his bed onto unsteady legs and making for the tupperware. Anything to get that taste out of her mouth.

He smirked, knowing full well why she wanted one. "More than anything, I want a smoke, but that'll wait until I put pants on, at the very least," he said, not in a rush to get dressed. "You okay?" he asked, gently, watching her walk unsteadily.

She braced herself against the desk, looking down at the container of cookies. "I'm...nae sure," she answered, honestly. At the time, she had been so sure what she wanted--which was him, basically. Now she was worried that she had disappointed God. Even if she had made a point to preserve some things.

Quickly, he tugged his boxers back on, if only to not embarrass her by walking around his bedroom completely nude, and slipped from under the blankets. "Hey," he said, padding up behind her quietly and putting his arms around her. "I really liked it," he told her, earnestly. He really, really had. Lu had experience. Sometimes teaching someone the ropes was more enjoyable, he was finding.

She twisted toward him and laid her cheek against his chest. "I did, too." It was good, that he had come to comfort her. That one little gesture solidified her belief in her, justified her trust.

Gently, he kissed her on the forehead. "Good," he murmured. "Then maybe we can do this again, sometime?" he asked, smirking at her.

"We can," she murmured, getting cozy against him. "We will.