For Essie

Nov. 25th, 2016 02:30 pm
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Washington Jones always held office hours over the holidays, even if most of his students were away. The fact that he had a full Thanksgiving dinner all weekend in his office usually helped draw in a few lone students who both needed additional help and also didn't have a family of their own they could or wanted to spend the holiday with. It was Wash's way of trying to provide a community, a pack, to his students.

He would have even been there working late except that tonight he had somewhere important to be; a date with Essie Wakewood. It wasn't an official sort of date, more just a meeting between two people over drinks. Not that he would have minded if it was more, Miss Wakewood was a fine looking young woman with a bit of fire in her, but it was just professional between them.

Tonight he at least had some exciting news to share with her. Potentially exciting news at least, if the letters that his friend from the university in New York were actually from her family. Washington hoped that they were, just because Miss Wakewood seemed so desperate to find something on the Wakewoods. Truth be told, Washtington was curious too now. It was hard for a wolf to give up a hunt once he was on it.

Pulling his motorcycle up to where they'd planned to meet he smoothed down his shirt before he headed inside. He was running just a bit late and hoped that she hadn't been waiting too long.

Date: 2017-01-10 03:35 am (UTC)
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"I like a man who knows how to take his time." Playing with the rim of her glass, Essie tilted her head a bit, considering what, exactly, it was she was doing. This was the closest she'd come to mixing business and pleasure and she wasn't entirely sure it was appropriate.

But appropriate wasn't everything.

"What's on your menu this evening?"

Date: 2017-01-16 01:19 am (UTC)
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"Well, I think we can manage the stripping down part well enough." The more she thought about it, the more interested in that part she became. Still sipping on her wine, she reached out with her other hand and ran a finger along his forearm. Nice, toned, strong, warm under the shirt he wore and she really wanted to see it crumpled and on the floor somewhere.

"Did you have somewhere in mind?"

Date: 2017-01-28 07:16 am (UTC)
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Essie let her eyes dart past Washington towards the back of the restaurant. This wasn't a bar, but it was so tempting to take him to the back, into one of the lush bathrooms and fuck him with her boots on. It had clearly been far too long and he was more than game, she could probably get him to agree.

But as discrete as the staff were, she didn't want to push it. Not when she was trying to be the respectable single mother and businesswoman about town. So it was a matter of trust and convenience. Privacy or rumor. It was the latter that decided her. Waiters were discrete, motel night managers less so. "I do like a nice cabin. Roaring fireplace?"

Date: 2017-02-01 03:58 am (UTC)
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Leaving cash on the table for their drinks, Essie slid out of the booth and picking up her coat, she took Washington's arm with a smile. And if she brushed against him as they walked, well, it was a bit chilly, even in the restaurant. It would even explain the shiver that went down her spine as they headed out the door.

"I wonder how broad your definition of 'everything' is, Professor?"

Date: 2017-02-04 05:43 am (UTC)
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Once outside, Essie paused to put on her coat against the cold. Looking over her shoulder, she gave him what she hoped was her wickedest grin. If she was going to play, she might as well go all in, right? "I was hoping to be walking funny tomorrow. Beyond that, I guess we'll just have to make it up as we go along."

Wolves. She'd never been with a wolf, but there was no time like the present. Lordy, this was going to be a mess if Bach ever found out. And... there was that name again, popping up when she least wanted it.

Date: 2017-02-12 06:31 am (UTC)
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Essie was glad he'd suggested it, it saved her the trouble. Even as badly as she wanted him in the moment, a lifetime of making sure she had her exits ready didn't just disappear because she was horny. Having her car handy would go a long way.

Still, it didn't mean she couldn't play, stepping closer to Washington, she took one of his hands in hers, pulling it towards her lips as she looked up in his eyes and purred, "If you think you can keep your hands off me long enough for me to drive. I'd hate to have an accident." Brushing her lips across his knuckles, she practically dared him to try something out here on the sidewalk.

Date: 2017-03-01 05:41 am (UTC)
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God, that felt nice. Essie felt her heart race as she took a deep breath and a step back, the lingering burn of his lips and teeth against her skin only making her regret not taking a little advantage of the restaurant's discretion. "Heel, boy. A girl's gotta be able to focus on the road."

Reaching into her purse, she had to focus to keep her hands steady as she pulled out her keys, turning down the block to where her car was parked. "You get me too bothered now and we won't make it out of town. And I kinda don't want to give the local PD a show." Especially considering who that would get back to. She was all for sharing the details of her life with her family, but not that detailed.

Date: 2017-03-07 06:32 am (UTC)
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"Allowed and encouraged." Pulling out her keys, she started the car while they were still down the block. It wasn't brand-new luxury, but she'd spent her first winter in Siren Cove freezing her ass off with a combination of cabs, lackluster public transit and walking. So much walking. Having a car that would be warm by the time she got to it had been an admittedly wasteful must.

Not that she was even remotely cold in the moment.

Date: 2017-06-01 04:48 am (UTC)
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Seriously, the drive was going to be frustrating to the point of torture if he was going to keep using that voice on her. Was that something all werewolves had, or just this one, because as she reached the car, Essie was beginning to think she could really get used to it.

Sliding into the front seat, with her skirt sliding up her thigh a bit as she did so, and unlocking the door, she turned the radio volume way down and waited for Washington to settle. "Where to, sexy?"

Date: 2017-06-01 05:21 am (UTC)
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Essie had to force herself to keep it at a speed that wouldn't get her pulled over, but she still hurried as best as she could. But it didn't stop her mind from racing, from imagining what he'd look like naked and hard, how he'd feel tight up against her own body. She really needed to get out more if a a few simple promises and not so subtle brushes had her this bothered.

Date: 2017-06-06 05:19 am (UTC)
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"I suppose you want me with the lights off, maybe just some low light so I can see the sweat shimmer all over you." Gods, that was an erotic thought and it made her smile although she refused to take her eyes off the road. She didn't want to risk it.

"Maybe I can rub you down after. Or before?"

Date: 2017-06-17 04:38 am (UTC)
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"Are you taking my clothes off for me, or am I giving you a striptease?"

So many ideas, so many plans, holy hell she was horny and she couldn't wait to get to the cabin. With a grin and a flush rising in her cheeks, she manages to shrug out of her coat without too much effort, tossing it into the back seat as she pulled a little at the collar of her sweater. And without the coat, she knew he could definitely see the skirt riding up on her thighs a bit.

"Don't forget to call out the directions. A wrong turn at this juncture would be a tragedy."

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