infatuated ¹ - i.lahey

I M P R I N T

C H A P T E R T W E N T Y - T H R E E

- SEASON 2, EPISODE 11
; BATTLEFIELD -

mature content

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Matt had been officially declared dead, having been found dead in the water under the bridge. The police had found millions of pictures of Allison and Cassiopeia on the boy's wall. Some real and some fake that he had photoshopped. It scared the Miller girl and enraged Isaac, though they knew he couldn't hurt them anymore.

Scott's mom hadn't spoken a word to him in weeks, Allison had completely shut off after the death of her mother. Stiles and his dad still had tension when they talked, even though the sheriff got his job back. As of right now, Lydia was the one who seemed the most normal.

They had found out that Gerard was now controlling the kanima, causing Cassiopeia to go in a state of furry. She had broken dozens of vases and punched numerous of holes in her wall until her knuckles bled.

She didn't like Matt but he didn't deserve to die just because Gerard wanted revenge for Kate's death. He was just a kid, had barely turned 16.

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Cassiopeia was laying in bed, she was reading a book while playing with Isaac's hair. The boy was in between her legs, playing on his phone.

"Cas?"

The boy said as she looked up from her book with a small smile on her face.

"What does imprint mean?"

He asked as all her body stiffened, frowning his eyebrows Isaac sat up to face her as she sighed heavily.

"It's not like love at first sight. It's more like... gravity moves... suddenly. It's not the earth holding you here anymore, he does... You become whatever he needs you to be, whether that's a protector, or a lover, or a friend"

She breathed out while closing her book as the boy tilted his head slightly. Cassiopeia played nervously with her hands, not too sure what to expect.

"You're talking like you know what it feels like. Have you-?"

"I did....I am"

The Miller girl said as she felt Isaac's hand press on her cheek. Looking up to meet his blue eyes, the girl saw him smile dearly at her.

"I love you, Cas. I love you more than words can describe it"

"You're not mad?"

"No, if anything I'm thankful that you've imprinted"

He whispered while connecting their lips. A small fire ignited inside of her stomach as his hands trailed down her body. Tugging on her waistband, Cassiopeia lifted her hips so he could take off her sweatpants.

Isaac waisted no time as he began to kiss his way up her thighs, his hands gripping her hips to make sure she didn't squirm. Her hand tangled itself in his hair as she arched her back, letting him know that she needed him.

His index brushed against the fabric of her panties as a moan escaped her lips. Isaac looked up at her, still firmly gripping onto her as a smirk appeared on his face.