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She waited until she understood more, had more control. Control over the power in her body that she didn’t know she could feel, didn’t know could be possible. This was never what she wanted, it was never meant to be her. She was meant to play the role of a beta, a follower. It was what she was happy with and expected to be. She didn’t turn at the footsteps and the wind carrying her uncle’s scent. She hadn’t told anyone that she was back.

   Nicholas looked up when he realized that he was no longer alone. He’d had his headphones in and was writing something down; notes for homework. He took out the earbuds and asked, “What can I do for you?” Did he know them? Had they passed each other in class? Chances were, yes. Nic didn’t pay much attention to others since he tried to keep to the shadows where it was safer for him.

“Cheater Peter Pumpkin Eater.  Put that card back you conniving fuck.”

Interrupted Kisses from Grimm

Grimm didn’t expect to see Alec after their night together.  Most of Grimm’s trysts were just that, one night stands because it was easier to keep feelings at bay when you only had to deal with the person for one night.  Alec... he seemed like someone best to keep it to one night.  It was obvious from their night together that Alec was new to the sex thing.  How many people before him, he wasn’t sure, but imagined not very many.  Grimm had been with enough people to be able to tell, the difference between experienced and not experienced partners, and Alec definitely was not.  Which usually meant, from his experience that the partner was more vulnerable to feelings, especially if it was more than a one night stand.

How could he help himself, though?  Grimm rarely tread on the safe side of anything, and that lack of experience and that sliver of innocence was something that he found very attractive -that he craved.  So when he found Alec in one of the hole-in-the-wall bars, he couldn’t stop himself from striding over, buying them a few drinks.  When Alec got to close, staring at him with those bright eyes, how the fuck could he not pull the man in for a kiss.  Perhaps to men kissing outside of a gay bar wasn’t the smartest thing to do, but those lips were so damn soft and he tasted of whiskey.  In his mind, no man should be able to resist.