Lost Puppy.

“I didn’t think anyone would be out here,” Harvey said. He was surprised that someone constructed a small baseball field, but he wasn’t going to complain. Baseball had always been one of his favorite past times. He’s seen a hundred years of baseball. For a while, no one had been on the empty, barely used baseball field. He wondered if they constructed it for the American residents since no one in Europe really played baseball. “Did you need something?” he asked. “If not, if you could toss me that ball, that’d be great.” He held his glove up to the unexpected visitor.

The werewolf looked around the grounds of Clearbrook. ‘Only another year left on this beautiful campus,’ she mused to herself. Most of Lothering, she had wandered in the nights of the full moon, but it was rare she explored beyond the lake in daylight hours. And she was discovering so many new things, like a whole sports complex she had never even known existed outside of a gymnasium and football (sometimes referred to as soccer) field. But there was another strange field that she happened upon that nurse Faulkner was tossing a ball around at. And it just happened that the ball he was throwing landed right by her feet. “Oh, no, I was just exploring the area. In all of my years on Lothering, I’ve never seen this field before,” she commented before tossing the ball back, though the throw was a bit harder than she intended. “So, what sport is played here?”

Irma smiled a little, still shaking her head again to decline the possibility of a photograph. “I understand you’ll safeguard it, but I don’t like leaving things up to chance. If you’d like, you can take a picture of my office and I’ll make myself unseeable for it. Otherwise, I really prefer not to be in photographs. There’s too much coincidence in life, and a number of people still alive think I’m dead.”

When the woman mentioned a number of people thinking she was dead, Lorelei mentally slapped herself on the forehead. Duh. Irma was a whitelighter after all. “Ah, right, my apologies, I understand your caution. I think I’ll just not photograph anything...” As she spoke Lorelei fidgeted with the strap attached to the camera. “Uh, but how’ve you been Miss Vogel? It’s been awhile.”

“Naturally.” He chuckled and held his hands out for her to give him the camera. “Promise I won’t break it. But it’s just as much of a crime not to take some pictures of yourself.”

For a moment, Lori just stared hesitantly at Isaac. Should she pass over the camera? Quickly, she decided it wouldn’t be a problem and passed it over. “You sure about that? I’m not quite the natural at having their photo taken as you are.”

Natascha could see that Lorelei was starting to get frustrated, but that all seemed to disappear when she realized that Nat wasn’t arguing with her anymore. If she could justify this because of how she felt for the she-wolf, why fight it anymore? But still with every word, Lori continued to catch Nat off guard. Who said things like that in public?? Yeah, sure, it wasn’t super public, but still they were out in the open and she was being so obvious about everything, and Nat couldn’t understand ever being like that. Before she comment, though, Lorelei’s lips were on hers, and the only thing she could think about was kissing her back. She pulled the she-wolf closer, her hands gripping Lori’s hips firmly, and all she could think about in that moment (other than it was absolutely inappropriate to be kissing like this in public) was getting her back to the apartment.

As their lips finally connected, Lorelei’s eyes flickered shut. All she wanted to do was take in every sensation - the feeling of Nat’s soft, yet chapped lips, the taste of the gloss smeared across them, and the lingering perfume she picked up in between breaths. All she wanted right now was to get the pink-haired fae as worked up as possible. “I can’t believe we don’t do this more often,” she breathed out heavily in between a series of kisses. But she quickly resumed their previous activities. However, this time, she let her hands begin to linger below Natascha’s shoulder. Each move was deliberate and sensual. For a moment, she contemplated unhinging the back of her bra, but the moment was too heated to focus. Instead she let her hands continue downward until she reached the bottom the blouse fabric. She began reaching a hand upward, smirking gently when she felt goosebumps form.

don’t let me go; a tribute to clearbrook ships old & new

theannah (theodore & savannah) classic - MKTO

t & g: together (thais & gerard) king & lionheart - of monsters & men

fair warrior (ginevra & harvey) transatlanticism - death cab for cutie

clear laurel (noah & christina) fire in the water - feist

not today (irma & lennon) a kiss with a fist - florence + the machine

baking babes (lorelei & natascha) wings - birdy

huntella (hunter & sybella)  walk away - the script

stormson (ryan & robb)  bloodstream - stateless

thunderstorm (allison & robb)  almost lover - a fine frenzy

the quiet ones (marcus & allison) moon river - the honey trees

be honest with me (julie & carter) the scientist - coldplay

sullwitt (vincent & alfred) stay the night - zedd (ft. hayley williams)

warman (maia & carter) for the first time - the script

isavi (savannah & isaac) us - regina spektor 

the puppy & the wolf (zane & lorelei) here (in your arms) - hellogoodbye

ravana (raven & alana) break the fall - laura walsh

flirtationship (agnes & asher) closer - teagan and sara