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@dreadheir  she pouts again;  she'll keep doing it the more he taunts,  both wanting to show her frustration and encourage him to keep going.  this is exactly why she wanted him here -- she just has fun with him.  she likes spending her time with him,  and just because they don't want to commit to living together yet doesn't mean she doesn't want him around always  (  they're really not good at trying to set their boundaries when they just want to be close.  ) ❝  you're evil, ❞   she mumbles, but a smirk forms over her features -- because she knows he'll like that anyway.  she scoffs,  rolling her head back before she lets out a small laugh.  ❝  i know, i know.  i'm sorry.  forgive me?  ❞   she asks,  batting her eyelashes with an innocent look on her eyes.  she leans forward,  chasing his lips and humming.  ❝  fine.  i want you here.  i want you to stay.  please?   ❞   she asks, her head tilting to the side.  ❝  and i want you---  i want this, ❞   she insists,  nodding down between them.  ❝  you know, since my oven can't warm us up,  ❞   she points out, crinkling her nose with a soft giggle. 

a sly smile forms on his mouth and he tilts his head at her, raising a brow. ❝  maybe i am, ❞ he agrees. ❝  but you love that, don’t you? ❞ he knows that she does like him a little evil and that’s something he’s always loved about her ----- he never has to pretend to be someone he’s not. theo smirks at the innocent look she attempts to give him, narrowing his eyes at her and clicking his tongue. ❝  i might be willing to forgive you, but you have to actually make it up to me. make me coming over here worth it, ❞ he teases. it is worth it. just seeing her is always worth it. his eyes roll playfully and he leans in to give a little peck to her lips. ❝  fine, i’ll stay. you’re lucky i like being around you. ❞ it’s an understatement. he’s always looking for any excuse to see her too. 

@dreadheir she gulps as she looks back at him,  her eyes saying so much more than she can allow herself to say with words -- about how much she wants him, how badly she needs this after what he's done for her, how much she wants to give him the same, and how much she cares for him.  each day they get closer in some way, and this is something extra special.  it's not just trusting each other with their bodies -- it's about trusting each other with their survival, too, because at any moment, they could give themselves away, be devoured whole, yet they're doing this anyway because the intimacy is something they deserve.  her fingers lightly slide along his arms as she waits for him to remove his clothing,  follows his lead as he brings her legs apart.  her eyes close as she feels his teeth against her shoulder,  her own hands sliding over his back,  where she grips his skin as soon as she feels him press into her.  she's desperate to shout out her pleasure,  but her jaw clenches tightly,  her mouth closed,  nails digging into his skin and dragging down as she feels him.  her legs slide around his waist,  and she can't help it -- she brings one hand down to his,  urging it up,  begging him to cover her mouth for her as her hips move with his. 

it’s so difficult for him to keep quiet. as he feels her around him, feels her nails dig into his skin, feels her body pressed to his, he’s desperate to let his moans fall from his lips, but he keeps hold of himself, muscles straining as his hips move with hers. it’s clear she’s in the same position, so he moves his hand with hers as she brings it up to her lips. he clamps his hand down tightly over her mouth, giving her permission to be loud, knowing he sounds will die against his skin. he picks up the speed of his hips, thrusting into her with more want, chasing the pleasure this new intimacy with her brings. praises ache to slip past his lips, desperate to tell her how good she feels, how beautiful she looks, how much he wants her. theo uses the hand over her lips to push her head back just slightly, exposing her neck to him as he leans down to mouth at the skin in an effort to stop himself from giving in to those desires. all he can do is rely on what got them here in the first place ----- that she will just look at him, just feel him, and KNOW.

@dreadheir a grin grows over her features as he tells her he loves her too -- it doesn't matter how many times he's said it, he's always met with the same response, because each time always feels like the first.  her fingers continue to brush through his hair lightly,  her eyes glued to his.  she wonders how this conversation has changed his perspective -- if he's thinking ahead, or not.  she hopes he is,  not because she needs a certain path to be followed, but because it means they might actually do what's right for them, whatever they decide.  she's taken back when he tells her he should have listened -- it's not something she's heard him really say before, and she knows he means it.  with a deep breath, she nods her head, leaning forward to press her lips to his forehead lightly.  ❝  i get why you were hesitant to listen.  it feels scary to think about.  but it doesn't have to be,  because--- yeah, we do make our own rules.  and  .  .  .   theo,  promise me,  if we have thoughts about this -- whether they're good, bad, scary, whatever, let's just talk about it.  everything's better when we just talk.  ❞   when they're not trying to brush it off, when they're not unwilling to truly hear the other side out.  ❝  because i might have questions,  too.  and-- i want to be able to ask you them without it feeling like i want to rush into anything.  because i don't.  we make our own rules and set our own pace.  even if we don't decide until we're,  um,  80 years old to get married,  ❞   she notes with a teasing grin.  ❝  i'd marry you then, too.  ❞

every time he fails to properly communicate with her, he regrets it. this is one of those times. the conversation they’ve had now about their future, about marriage, about love has been eye-opening and one he should have just let them have when he brought it up in the first place. he loves her. he wants to be with her forever. that’s all there is to it. ❝  i know, ❞ he speaks quietly, letting a grin pull at his mouth. ❝  it doesn’t feel scary anymore, tracy. i promise. ❞ maybe a little bit, but not in the same way as before. he just needs to communicate that when it gets to be too much. she’s learned to do that with him, and he needs to do it with her too. ❝  you can ask me whatever, tracy. about this. about anything, ❞ he promises. he’ll TRY not to shut it down. especially on this topic now because he’s more AWARE. brows raise at her as a more playful smile crosses his lips. ❝  when we’re 80? i’d rather not need a walker when we’re going down the aisle, ❞ he teases back. ❝  if we’re going to do this, we’ll aim for before 70. ❞ 

@dreadheir she hardly feels like she can believe him when he says things like this -- but she's learned to trust him, and she trusts the way he thinks about her, so she simply smiles and nods her head.  ❝  guess we have to keep talking to each other, then, ❞   she says, but then her eyes look up for a moment, head leaning side to side as she pretends to think it over.  ❝  --- when we're not doing other things, ❞   she adds with a small laugh.  it's clear she's comfortable right now, no regret for making her way here or waking him up.  he's eased her worries about it all, and now, she's just glad to finally be with him again.  she hums,  a blush forming over her cheeks.  ❝  i guess that's true.  you do always find me in the middle of the night, even when i slip away.  you DON'T let me slip away,  ❞   she corrects.  ❝  i always feel--- really safe.  ❞   which is a very big deal for her, given her circumstances.  her nose scrunches when she sees the devious look on her face, the flirting coming so much more naturally when they're under the covers together.  when she feels his hands move over her, she sighs against his skin.  ❝  yeah?  so you're definitely not mad i woke you up, then?  ❞   she asks in a more teasing tone this time,  her lips leaving a trail of kisses up his shoulder to his neck, where her kisses become more intense. 

❝  oh, i’m sure that’ll be very difficult for us, ❞ he mutters sleepily, but keeps a teasing tone to his voice. ❝  we both hate that so much. ❞ more sarcasm enters his tone as he speaks. talking with her is one of his favorite things to do. it’s why he’s never even remotely upset when she wakes him up like this. he always wants to be awake with her, talking with her, and spending time with her. though, his brows raise, clearly waking up a bit more at her words, a chuckle escaping his mouth. ❝  what kind of other things? ❞ he prompts teasingly. he smiles at her, features soft and genuinely HAPPY ----- it’s an expression that is only coming more and more easily with her. ❝  i want you to. you are safe with me, ❞ he tells her. she’s the only person in the world who he can say that honestly about. theo hums as her lips trail across his neck, letting out a soft moan that transforms into a huffed out chuckle. ❝  if you keep doing things like that, i definitely won’t be, ❞ he whispers, letting his eyes fall shut to just FEEL the warmth of her mouth against his neck. 

@dreadheir she hums,  her eyes looking over him and her head shaking slowly.  still, she grins, because she knows this is going to be an argument they have forever —- though it’s a lot easier to manage now.  she does trust him, and this is all a lot better than what he used to do.  she just worries.  she knows he’d do the same for her.  ❝  i let you get away with way too much,  ❞   she points out with a teasing grin. she looks down for a moment and thinks it over.  ❝  you’re not trying to go back to jail now, are you?  ❞   she asks quietly, glancing back to him and raising a brow.  ❝  i— was scared back then.  i didn’t know what it would mean.  if— if you got in bigger trouble, and you had to stay there longer .  .  .  ❞   she takes a deep breath.  ❝  i don’t know.  right now, i know i’d support you no matter what, i know i’d want to be there for you.  but— back then,  i— i was mad,  ❞   she admits.  and maybe she would have actually been able to stand up to him then.  or maybe her worry and her desire to take care of him would have overshadowed that.  ❝ i was mad because it didn’t feel like you were hearing me when i said i was scared of what might happen.  ❞   and then something bad did happen, and for a while, she didn’t know how to deal with that.  she rolls her eyes, but her cheeks warm into a blush.  ❝  i’m trying not to,  ❞   she mumbles, but she knows that’s pointless.  he’s always been able to read her, and for so many years now, she hasn’t tried to hide herself.  she bites down on her lip as he holds her tighter,  her arms acting as if they’re trying to break free — but the effort is minimal, she only wants to taunt him.  ❝  do they like this?  ❞   she asks as her legs wrap around his waist,  a grin tugging at her lips.

❝  oh, well, i would disagree with that. you don’t let me get away with enough, ❞ he argues back lightly, a smile on his face. it’s the farthest thing from the truth. she’d let him get away with far too much, he’s sure. but he’s not interested in testing that theory. he just KNOWS. theo’s grin softens and he brings a hand up to gentle brush over her cheek, shaking his head. ❝  no. i have no interest in scaring you like that again, ❞ he tells her. though theo STILL hasn’t taken fully accountability for that instance that landed him in jail because he stands by the fact that that wasn’t a fight that was his own fault, he will never forget tracy’s face when she picked him up. he’ll never forget the feeling like he had disappointed her. it hurt. he loves her, so it hurt. his smile wipes away into a more serious expression. ❝  i know you were mad. and i think you were right to be mad. you’re right, i probably wasn’t hearing you. i learned my lesson that night, i really did, ❞ he promises. it may have taken him time to admit it, but he did LEARN. if not for his own sake, because he still thinks he could manage to get out of that situation, but for tracy’s sake. theo lets out a soft laugh as he can sense the effort to break free of his grasp is minimal, but he responds anyway, tightening his grasp and pushing her wrists further into the couch. ❝  some of them MUST. if they’re willing to get into the ring with me knowing that THIS is inevitable, then they must. but you’re lucky.  ❞ he takes her wrists into one hand, sliding his other down her body. he hooks his hand underneath her thigh to hike it up over his waist, pressing his body down into hers. ❝  i’ll do something about YOU liking it. ❞ 

@dreadheir, she frowns, the idea of theo convincing himself that she wasn't perfect for him hard to hear.  she's relieved to know it's different now;  she's worked really hard to show him exactly how perfect she is for him,  and she's glad he's always seen that too.  it's important to her.  she brings her hand up, gently running her fingertips over his cheek.  ❝  we belong together.  i'm glad you see that now,  ❞   she says quietly.  her features soften, contradicting the horrible thing they're planning.  a shy, innocent grin starts to tug at her lips as she looks over him.  ❝  you're smart.  i trust you,  ❞   she says quietly,  nodding her head.  so if he has a plan, she's going to follow it.  they're in this together now;  no more games, no more deflecting, no more convincing.   they're a team.  her features are filled with intrigue as he explains;  it sounds exactly for him, and it only makes her more excited.   ❝  she's not,  ❞   she's quick to say, because planning to kill her isn't enough;  she will only continue to put her down.  ❝  you think she'll see it coming?  i mean,  you... turning on her?  ❞   or does she really not have any clue who he is? 

there’s a voice in the back of his head that still does nothing but SCREAM at him that this is a stupid idea ----- that realistically, this will never work. they’re bound to be toxic and this will only end in disaster. but he’s getting better at silencing it because this is what he wants, because despite all of that, they’re PERFECT for each other. they fit. they belong with each other, even if it ends horribly. ❝ i do, ❞ he whispers. ❝ i do see it. ❞ and they’re going to do something about it now. they’re not going to let anyone get in their way anymore. knowing tracy is immediately on board with his plans is both exhilarating and unsurprising (and the fact that it’s unsurprising only adds to the exhilaration.) theo barks out a laugh at her question, one that is DARK and low. ❝  no, she won’t see a thing coming. you know how careful i am. and if she does know anything, she’s in complete denial. ❞ he tongue swipes over his lips and he takes a deep breath, smile pulling at his mouth. ❝  i can’t wait to see it in her eyes when she realizes i’m not who she thought i was, ❞ he whispers. 

@dreadheir she gulps, her eyes meeting his again when she feels his hand on her cheek.  she doesn’t answer right away,  because there’s a big part of her that wants to say ‘yes.’  they don’t really talk about their feelings, they don’t really talk about what it is they really feel or what this is,  and if he’s not holding back,  then maybe there isn’t anything deep there for him   (  though, the way he touches her, the way he looks at her-- she refuses to believe that.  )  ❝ you would? ❞  she asks quietly.  ❝  i-- no, you’re not the kind to hold back, it’s just--  i don’t know.  i guess i just didn’t know,  ❞  she admits, offering a small smile.  ❝  you don’t have to ever hold back.  ❞

his head shakes at her and he grins, running his thumb over her cheek again. maybe he’s not ENTIRELY forthcoming ----- he won’t talk about what he feels for her. but if there was something WRONG with what they were doing, something that made him unhappy, that’s a lot easier for him to voice. and he doesn’t have anything that makes him unhappy. she makes him HAPPY. ❝  well, now you know, ❞ he shrugs. ❝  i won’t hold back. and you shouldn’t either.  ❞ his brows raise at her. ❝  can you promise me that?  ❞ 

@dreadheir her cheeks are bright red and warm, a small giggle falling from her lips as he confirms.  ❝  yeah?  ❞   she asks quietly, relieved to know that she does a good job.  it’s her first priority.  ❝  well,  i pay attention to you.  very closely,  ❞  she points out as her grin grows.  ❝  of course i know how to take care of you.  ❞   she can say it confidently after he’s confirmed it.  as his fingers continuing to trace over her skin, she sucks in a breath,  as if that’ll stop her legs from trembling.  her lips quiver,  the breath releasing slowly into a small whine.  the suggestion she’s posed is one she actually doesn’t know;  he worships her body every time she’s exposed to him, something she’s always so enthralled by.  but his favorite?  that’s something she doesn’t really know —- not until he leans down to her thigh.  a murmur slips from her lips as she grips the table below her,  whining as she feels his lips against her skin.  ❝  i— i did, i knew that,  i just .  .  .  ❞   her breathing is shaky, legs only trembling more now.  one hand moves over, fingers lightly brushing through his hair,  desperate for the intimacy.  ❝  i didn’t know—- what your favorite was,  ❞  she insists.  that taunting confidence she had is fading, only because she’s so distracted by his own teasing.  ❝ make sure to—to do a thorough inspection,  ❞  she suggests, trying to regain some of it.  

a grin widens on his mouth and he cocks an eyebrow, head tilting as he runs his eyes along her body once again. ❝  i know you do, ❞ he insists. ❝  i love it when you pay attention to me. ❞ he can always tell when he has her attention (and it’s not hard for him to get.) it fills him with PRIDE ----- even more pride than he feels when he’s got the attention of anyone else. it’s different with her. he enjoys the sense of dominance he gets from keeping her attention, but he also just wants to IMPRESS. he wants her to notice him, to LIKE him. and she does, but he always wants MORE of it. and then there’s that added bonus she mentions ----- she knows him. she knows how to take care of him. it fills him with a different warmth that doesn’t have everything to do with the DESIRE running through his body right now. he hums against her skin as he presses kisses along her thigh, reveling in the way she trembles against him. it only makes him more and more eager to drag that out of her. theo pulls back from her only enough to whisper. ❝  i understand. it’s hard for me to pick, tracy. i love every part of your body, ❞ he praises. ❝  i can’t get enough of you. ❞ he means it. he smirks up at her, raising a brow at the obvious sign that she’s losing her composure. he likes that ----- he likes being the one to make her break. ❝  oh, i can be thorough, ❞ he promises.  his hands rub up and down her legs momentarily as his lips return to her skin. his tongue swipes out over the skin of her thigh as his fingers trail over the other again, nails lightly scratching at her skin before he nips at the other thigh with her teeth. he wants nothing more than to just see her REACT to him.  

@dreadheir she simply smiles back at him,  always taking comfort in those reminders -- whether they’re verbal or physical.  right now,  it’s both.  she takes a deep breath and nods back at him,  a silent way of saying  ‘i’m glad you got home first, too.’  she’s not sure how she would have handled that -- not just seeing it on her own, but not having him here,  too.  her brows furrow when he asks about her day, because she’s blocked most of it out now.  as she thinks back,  she shrugs her shoulders.  ❝  i just remember seeing your car here and being too excited to think about anything else,  ❞   she admits,  offering a small grin before she allows herself to think about it longer.  ❝  my day was fine.  that painting i was telling you about, the one i was struggling with--  feels like i made good progress on it,  ❞  she admits, something she would have been much more excited to tell him about had their night gone differently,  but she’s still proud of it now,  and remembering it does help.  ❝ maybe i’ll be able to show it to you tomorrow. ❞   she sees an opening for a source of comfort the next day, so she takes it.  ❝  do you think you could stop by the studio sometime?  ❞   

there’s a mix of emotions that rush through him at her response. on one hand, it’s such a warming and comforting feeling when she tells him she was too excited to think about anything else when she saw him home first. knowing he brings her so much joy brings HIM joy; he’ll use that joy he brings her to help her through this difficult time. on the other hand, it’s a devastating though that that joy came crashing down. still, he hides the second part of it, offering her a warm smile instead.  he manages to hold that warm smile into something more genuine when she tells him about her day. he remembers the painting she’s talking about and it’s incredible to hear something POSITIVE come out of today. ❝  that’s awesome, tracy, ❞ he speaks sincerely, keeping his tone quiet and gentle. ❝  i’d love to come see it. i’ll stop by for lunch. we can eat together and you can show me what you’ve been working on. how does that sound? ❞ 

@dreadheir, tracy has to turn her head forward again as he speaks,  a chill sent through her body that unintentionally cause her to lean back into him.  she gulps,  her body instantly affected by not just his words, but the way he speaks.  she will never get used to this, she thinks -- but she'll never get tired of it, either.  she likes the way he speaks to her, like he's in control.  she might have been bold today with approaching him like this, but she is always handing him the reigns, always waiting on him to make the call.  she's silent for a long moment before she finally responds.  ❝  i'm good at following directions,  ❞   she says quietly.  maybe that's not entirely true -- not in school, not in anything like that,  but with him?  she hangs on his every word.  she means it when she says it to him.  a shaky breath falls from her lips,  and this time, the way she leans back into him is intentional.  ❝  how strict are you?  ❞   she asks.

whatever this is that they have going on, theo knows that it WORKS ----- that they’re compatible. she approached him, but gave him the control immediately, just as he wanted. just as he ALWAYS wants. and she clearly loves giving him this kind of control, so he takes this role with ease. there’s nothing but CONFIDENCE in his features, taking a deep breath as he lets his eyes down her body from where he is behind her. his head tilts, a smirk pulling at his mouth and his head nodding. ❝  i know you are, ❞ he tells her, a touch of PRIDE for her in his voice. she can tell he’s that with him, certainly.  as she leans into him, he rests his hands on her waist, head dropping so his breath hits her neck. ❝  i’m VERY strict, ❞ he whispers. ❝  and i take punishments very seriously. ❞ 

@dreadheir, tracy can feel him watching her,  and it doesn’t make her feel vulnerable or afraid — it makes her feel good.  it makes her feel stronger.  it makes her feel like she can do this without guilt, without weakness, without any regret.  because this is for THEM — for her, for him, but them as a pair.  they’re getting stronger by doing this,  it’s something they’ve talked about before but never had to do yet.  and maybe they didn’t have to do it today, either, but they did.  they wanted to.  and there’s no going back after this, she knows.  when she meets his gaze before he takes out the ax, she smiles softly at him - contrasting everything they’re doing here and now - but it’s a look reserved for him, so intimate and raw.  she watches as he pulls out the ax, but as she notes the way the person is struggling to say something, her foot moves to his mouth, pressing down on it with a look to his eyes that says ‘do not ruin this for him.’  she looks back at theo, desperate to see the look in his eyes as he grants himself this power.  he’s beautiful like this - full of power, full of confidence, full of strength.  she knows then, maybe she always did, that she loves him, that she’d do anything for or with him - even something like this.  she lets out a small breath when he brings the ax down,  her heart racing faster.  she finally allows herself to look away, down to their victim - weak, helpless, maybe dead ( but that’s not her concern just yet. )  her eyes dart back to theo,  and she leans down,  her bloodied hand sliding over to his cheek to hold it there gently.  a soft look in her eyes meets his,  and she brings him in to press her lips to his softly —- an indication of the connection she feels with him for this.  

tracy has POWER like this. he can tell she’s feeling that too, that she’s unafraid and not doubting what she’s capable of. since the day they met and she saved him without thinking, he knew she could be capable of great things if he just guided her in the right direction. and THIS is the right direction. seeing her hold someone down as he pulls the ax out of them and brings it back down. it’s gory and brutal, but BEAUTIFUL. the gore and brutality IS what makes it beautiful. and when he looks over at tracy, he knows she can feel the same. as he swings the ax back down, he doesn’t care whether or not his blow is what finishes them off. he doesn’t care if the sputtering sounds of them choking on their blood that is muffled by tracy’s foot covering his mouth is the final moments of this person or if it’s their slow suffering. in fact, he HOPES they’re suffering. he hopes this man is conscious and aware, looking up at them and seeing what the two of them are capable of ----- seeing their POWER. his eyes look up to hers and his breaths are heavy, but he keeps them quiet before a wicked smile forms on his mouth. he doesn’t take his gaze off of her for even a moment as she brings her hand to his cheek, taking in a deep breath before she kisses him softly. theo drops the ax from his hands, now stained with the spray of blood from their victim and locks her into a firmer kiss. it’s one that’s hungrier, almost GREEDY with the rush of POWER he feels in this moment. he only pulls away enough so he can whisper against her lips, only loud enough for her to hear. ❝  you were perfect, ❞ he praises.  

@dreadheir, tracy scoffs, but her small grin remains.  ❝  i don't know about that, ❞   she teases.  she hums as the kiss is pressed to her forehead, feeling comforted by the simplest actions.  she's mostly teasing him now, but she does want that extra affection she didn't get to have if he had woken her last night.   she stares down at him, her hands still pinning his --- she's certainly not as strong as him, he can easily get out of this if he wants, but she's copying something he's done many times to her,  and that's what makes this fun regardless.  ❝  i don't know,  ❞  she answers simply, her hips lightly rolling against his,  her smile turning into something devious yet innocent at the same time, as if she's not doing anything.  ❝  i think, maybe, i'm going to have to make you think about what you've done,  ❞   she insists, raising a brow as she lifts her bottom slightly, only to press back into him with a smirk.  ❝  i know you're someone who always gets yourself out of trouble.  but not this time,  ❞   she teases. 

❝  well, i DO know about that, ❞ he teases back. he is nice to her ----- nicer than he’s ever been to anyone and it comes from a place of simply CARING about her. he wants to make her happy. and sure, he didn’t make her happy by not waking her up for a goodnight kiss, but he let her get a good night of rest instead. he’ll take that. theo stares up at her with a devious look in his eyes as she pins him down, but he doesn’t move. it would be easy for him to flip their positions here, but he doesn’t try. he’s letting her do what she wants ----- both to make up for last night and because he’s simply CURIOUS to see where this goes. her hips rolling against his makes him hum, taking a deep breath and not letting his eyes break from hers. ❝  and how are you going to do that, tracy? ❞ he speaks quietly. ❝  i do always get myself out of trouble. how are you going to make it so i DON’T? ❞ 

@dreadheir, ❝  you won't ever have to regret that,  ❞   she promises.  she is making her life count this time.  she never felt like she did before,  so when she came back,  it was her chance at a completely fresh start --- and he was the one guiding her through it.   a blush forms on her cheeks,  maybe in contradiction to what she's smiling back --- but the idea that people may fear her does feel like something to be bashful about in this moment specifically.  he believes in her, and that makes her feel warmer than anything else.  ❝  i feel like that.  when i'm next to you,  and--- even when i'm not.  people are afraid of me.  they don't know what to do with me.  i didn't learn that from the dread doctors.  ❞    they gave her the tools;  theo taught her to use them.  her lips purse together,  head tilting up slightly as she looks him over.  ❝  no,  she won't be,  ❞   she says.   ❝  i want to watch you.  i want to watch people beg you to not kill them until their final breath,  ❞    she says,  quietly,  no fear present in her voice or in the way she looks at him.  she knows encouraging him does well for the both of them.

he grins at her and nods his head, CERTAINTY in his expression that tells her he doesn’t doubt that for even a moment. ❝  i know i won’t. you would never do anything to make me regret it, ❞ he insists. she’s already proven herself to be loyal, powerful, and everything he was hoping to find in his pack. (he just wishes the rest would come around and be EXACTLY like her.) theo can’t help but smile brighter when he notices her cheeks tinting pink, AMUSED by the fact that this is making her blush. ❝  no, you didn’t. you learned that from ME, ❞ he agrees. ❝  and you’re going to learn so much more from me. you think people fear you now? imagine how much they’ll fear you down the road as you learn more and as we work together more. ❞ they can be so POWERFUL together. he doesn’t doubt that for a second. theo takes a deep breath at her words, smiling deviously at her and nodding his head. ❝  of course you can watch. you WILL watch, ❞ he assures. ❝  and once you do... i want to see people beg YOU not to kill them too. ❞ he wants her to be like HIM. 

@dreadheir,  she wasn't expecting that answer,  so it catches her off guard,  her grin growing.  how can she be upset that he didn't answer the question very seriously when he goes there instead?  ❝  you could have been, ❞   she mumbles, offering him a sweet smile.  she didn't want to go to the party, nor did she want to stop him from it, but--- maybe there was some part of her that hoped he would choose her, anyway.  eventually, he did, and she's been happy ever since he got here.  ❝  you're now, though.  and i'm not going to let you be sad,  ❞   she promises.  she shrugs her shoulders.  ❝  i guess i thought everyone was sad about something,  ❞   she tells him honestly.  that used to comfort her, in some weird way --- like her sadness had been normal.  she hums,  shaking her head.  ❝  i--i don't know.  none, i guess.  feels kind of stupid when i think about it. ❞   or maybe it's just that easy to agree with theo.  she giggles and nods her head.  ❝  if i add my clothes to the mess?  does that distract you?  ❞   she teases.   she leans her head back, with every intention to keep purposefully being quiet,  but he makes it so difficult.  her body always feels on fire whenever he's moving his hands over her, and the kisses on her neck make it even harder to ignore the pleasure she feels from his touch.  she lets out a soft moan,  her hand tugging on his shoulder to pull herself closer to him.  ❝  theo,  ❞   she murmurs,  ❝  i like when you touch me, ❞   she whispers,  keeping her head back,  allowing him to kiss as he pleases.

❝  i AM now, ❞ he agrees with a bright smile, head tilting at her. ❝  so i’m not sad. i’m happy. you’re good at that. ❞ she makes him happy. he hasn’t felt that before. it’s not that he’s been SAD. it’s just been NOTHING, truly. he’s always tried not to waste his time with that kind of thing, but she makes happiness appealing. his shoulders shrug. ❝  they probably are, but i’m not everyone, ❞ he reminds. ❝  i’m a lot different. so don’t compare how i feel to what you feel. ❞ he doesn’t think she’s WRONG for whatever sadness he feels. he just doesn’t want her to feel it. theo hates the idea of tracy being upset about anything. ❝  yeah, it probably does feel stupid. but that’s good. now when you feel like that, like you want to blame yourself more than someone else, remember how stupid it is, ❞ he tells her. he doesn’t want her blaming herself for anything. it gains her NOTHING (and he finds himself genuinely wanting to help her be BETTER.) his brows raise playfully at her and he nods his head. ❝  oh, yeah, that would distract me, ❞ he tells her. ❝  i wouldn’t be thinking about the mess at all. ❞ not right then, at least. he’d be thinking about it AFTERWARD. theo hums, a rush of PLEASURE washing through him at the sound of her murmured words. he doesn’t stop, tongue swiping over the skin on her neck and paying close attention to the spots he knows elicit responses from her. after a few moments, he grins, pulling back just enough to whisper against her. ❝  how much do you like it? ❞