#neveragainargent

"Uncouth behavior," The hunter said looking off as he avoided eye contact. [[ Hi!! ]]

"You’ve got a good nose on you, pup." Chris commented as he had been standing in the kitchen leaning against the island, wine glass in hand. Pushing off the counter where he sauntered over to his young lover, Chris grinned going in for a kiss.

Send ⌖ for the first 3 emotions my character feels when seeing or thinking of yours.

The things Chris does to Scott should be illegal. Initially, Chris pulls the gun on him. There a jolt of highly aroused fear that shoots through him, putting his hair on end while also making his pants tight. It used to endlessly confuse him. Now it's just part of the thrill of seeing his hunter in action.

Chris realizes it's him and pulls his gun away, his features softening and those blue eyes without fails turning apologetic as he realizes there was a chance he might have shot Scott. But Scott knows better. Chris wouldn't shoot a person unless he had good reason. The fear takes no time to die out as it's replaced by excitement and the alpha surges forward to wrap himself around the older man kiss him eagerly.

Send me "all night long" and I'll generate a number from 1 to 20 to see what our muses are doing up all night.

20.  Cuddling for warmth.

Scott had rented a cabin up in the mountains. He was tired of Chris always footing the bill when it came time for them to do things together. Chris might have been a hot dad, but he didn't want his older lover to be forced to be his sugar daddy. He wanted to contribute to their relationship too.

So, in his pay grade it wasn't exactly the top quality place that Chris probably would have managed for them. But it wasn't so bad, if he did say so himself. It was kind of nice, even.

Until, that is, there was a loud pop that led him and Chris outside only to find that the generator was pouring out black smoke. Conveniently, the owners of the cabin has renovated the place last month. The biggest change?

They'd taken out the old fireplace and put in a brand new flatscreen tv instead.

Who needed a wood burning fireplace when the electric heater kept the place even warmer without all the smoke and tree cutting, right?

And then the temperature dropped.

By sunset, the temperature had already dropped below freezing and it was only dropping steadily the longer the night went on.

It wasn't really that Scott needed the warmth. Being a werewolf gave him a metabolism such that he could stand a lot.

But Chris?

He was deeply worried about Chris.

And his bravado wouldn't allow him to admit that he was cold. But Scott could it in the way his skin pebbled up, the way the hairs on his arms stood on end, the way his lips didn't have their usual tempting redness.

He pulled Chris into the bed, pulling the covers over him. With a threatening look, he went to the linen closet, piling on all the spare blankets before crawling under the thick layer of cloth to find his papa.

He pressed into his hunter, squeezing him close and nuzzling into his cheek.

Send me a '✉' for five times my muse didn't text yours, and one time they did

[text] You are easily the scariest man I've ever seen before. Please don't find out I have a thing for your daughter

[text] I'm sorry i skipped with Allison, but it was her birthday and she deserved it. I think I'm falling really hard for her.

[text] Thanks for trying to kill me. That was a lot of fun. What am I going to do about Allison now that she knows everything?

[text] You're a lot cooler than I gave you credit for before. Still scary as hell. But cool.

[text] I'm sorry about your wife. If it's any consolation, Allison doesn't want anything to do with me anymore. But take care of yourself. She's still your little girl.