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# 39 Kiss along the HIPS

❝You’re allowed to be tired-– ❞He’s not so much SMITTEN as endeared by the wolf’s behavior. Three weeks into recovery ( And an eventful run in with Demons later. ) The brunet finds himself resorting to underhanded means to get his way. SEDUCTION is akin to warfare. And Peter is nothing if not learned— ❝Let me take care of you…❞ He hums sweetly against a rabbit’s pulse. Careful to keep the brunt of his weight from the injured investigator. To Peter? He smells SWEET. Like puppy & pine. Eli is pliant to his touch— WARM against calloused fingertips as he eases his way down his frame. Eager in spite of self restraint. The Romani thinks the effort commendable. ❝Can I?❞Breath hot, Peter lifts the hem of a faded t-shirt and lets his gaze flicker up to catch hazel. There’s a small nod of assent— & the corners of his lips curve as he dips down to press his lips against a prominent HIP bone peeking out from snug gray sweats. The TANG of arousal that follows tickles his nose—& he’s quick to reciprocate with another delicate line of kisses. Across the expanse. To the LEFT hipbone. ❝Sweet puppy.❞

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#29.  a kiss to bruised skin

There are things Peter dislikes and things he respects. Liam’s attitude? Happens to be both of these. It’s difficult to wander— & even more so to form attachments when there are bodies and brethren falling. But the Romani prevails. Where he is met with harshities? He is patient. Perhaps a trifle mouthy? Yet kind. It isn’t really until the boisterous englishman is sleeping that he has the time to take in his over all ‘aura’. The small myriad of scars that pepper his skin. But what catches his attention? An angry bruise. Largely purple and black, along a rib cage.  

It’s childish perhaps. But Peter remembers his mother’s ramblings, her comfort in his time of injury. Without thinking? He leans down, curtain of dark hair grazing— And presses his lips dead center in the tenderest way possible.

Heal well brother. 

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Peter is a very proud and solitary creature by choice—So romantic attachments are rather casual to him unless there’s a strong commonality between him and the other person. He usually falls back on friendships & carnality when dealing with others. But—- 

There was a girl when he was a kid. She had pretty golden hair and big green eyes. And more often than not? He found himself telling her the truth rather than some embellished story. She accepted the most hidden parts of him, his heritage. His blood. She protected and loved him. So it was easy for him to go belly up and offer his loyalty. Love her fiercely as only his kind are prone to do. Wolves mate for life. They’d planned part of their futures post high school, he’d raise the child in her belly as his own. They’d get an apartment. He willingly gave up his wandering— Only for the girl to be taken by death. 

She gave birth, and the reaper took both. Her soul & the child’s. Staying in town afterward felt like a raw wound. So Peter packed his meager belongings, and followed his nose. In his regard, heartbreak isn’t saying goodbye— It’s not having the chance to.

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10:00 am Birdie  

txt. Does this make us bloody buddies?   

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1:00 am Pongo

txt. That’s grossly fascinating.   

txt. But not enough to wake me up at 1 in the morning. 

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