Distraction||drabble
“I don’t want a boyfriend,” said Lydia, looking away from Allison to continue scouting the crows, her stomach churning at the thought of a relationship. “I want a distraction.”
A classroom at the other end of the hall opened, and Lydia focused on the guy who walked out of it, his hands clenching and unclenching at his sides. Lydia started at all 6’2” of teenage werewolf with interest, seeing nothing but energy and muscle under the soft shirt and cardigan over his shoulders, and Allison followed her gaze.
He stopped, finally noticing her predatory stare, and frowned a little, turning to look behind him like he wasn’t sure he was the person she was leering at.
“Isaac?” asked Allison, genuinely curious with Lydia’s choice in boytoy.
“He’s perfect,” she purred, lingering on the white t-shirt stretched across his chest. Allison nodded in consideration, not quite following Lydia’s train of thought.
“He’s cute,” she admitted, cocking her head to the side. “But he-”
“No,” interrupted Lydia, shooting Allisons a hard look. “No but’s.”
The brunette grinned, deciding that it didn’t matter who or what Isaac was as long as Lydia didn’t think it did. She would have thought Peter had turned her off to werewolves entirely. She turned her head, lowering her voice. “What are you gonna do?”
Lydia pushed herself away from the lockers, eyes still pinning Isaac frozen to the middle of the hall. “Watch and learn.”
Isaac, for his part, had heard every word the girls had said; and frankly he was confused. What the hell did Lydia think he was so perfect for? Oh, his teenage brain was thinking up all kinds of things he could be used for, but nothing Lydia Martin would ever consider. Right?
He swallowed hard, watching the red head leave Allison’s side and stalk down the hallway toward him., There was something cat like about the way she moved, predatory, he’d never felt more like prey under her radar; and that was saying something.
She was five foot nothing, even in heels, the top of her head barely grazed his nose, but she was in charge and she knew it as she reached him. She stopped short of running him over, chest brushing against his as she inhaled deeply through her nose and gave him a final once-over now that she was up close. He mimicked her, his head spinning with the scent of ginger and honey. Her cinnamon lipstick colored lips parted, glistening as she ran her tongue over her bottom lip; his body thrummed in response, and he leaned closer without realizing it, swallowing when she tilted her head up and brushed her nose against his.
“Isaac,” she said, punctuating the syllables in his name, her breath caressing his lips. His eyes had gone hooded, and he wasn’t quite sure when his body had decided for his brain to do whatever she wanted from him, but he answered with a very obedient hum. Her nails dug into his forearms, giving her leverage, and he raised his eyes up to meet hers. “Come with me.”
He was nodding before he could register what she had said, following her before it occurred to him that he had agreed. Her heels clicking against the tile was the only sound in the now empty hallway, their only witness Allison, staring openly at them as she kept a sort-of lookout. The sound of a door locking shut snapped Isaac back to reality, but it was too late and he was too far gone. Leaning back against the desk behind him, Isaac watched Lydia’s hips sway as she walked closer, his knuckles white from his grip on the edge of the desk.
“I was never very fair to you,” said Lydia, her voice low, coming to a stop between his legs and running her hand down his arm. “But it doesn’t seem like you mind much.”
Isaac swallowed. “I’m quick to forgive,” he admitted huskily. “It’s a flaw.”
“Hm,” was the only response he got, her fingers trailing to his collarbone, nails biting gently against his skin. He leaned into her touch, not caring, wanting to be used.
“What do you need from me,” he asked without thinking, without actually asking, just assuming. Lydia’s green-green eyes rose to meet his, hand coming up to his face, thumb pressing against his lower lip.
“Kiss me.”
He waited a beat, staring back at her to gauge her seriousness. Her pupils dilated a fraction, heart rate rising just enough to make his nostrils flair in response; he had been raised under the impression that being told to do something more than once was akin to failure. He surged forward, meeting her open mouthed eagerly, hands still gripping the desk behind him as he met her kiss for kiss for tongue and teeth and every breathy gasp. Isaac felt her small hand in his hair, fingers gripping the roots seconds before she jerked his head back, glaring up at him with swollen lips.
“What is wrong with you?”
A lot, most likely.
“Are you afraid of me or something? I told you to kiss me.”
The tone in her voice coupled with the blood and molten heat surging through his body made him act, and in one smooth motion took his hands off the desk and wrapped them under her thighs, lifting her off the ground and crushing her against his chest. Her hands flew up to his face, cupping his jaw and slanting her mouth over his; Isaac’s hand slid up the back of her thigh, gripping her ass, feeling heat radiating against his fingers as they flexed closer to her core.
He stepped away from the desk and pivoted on his heel, pressing Lydia against the desk behind him. Leaving one hand under her thigh, he moved the other to her waist, sliding up her ribs, palming the side of her breast through her dress and her bra. Lydia’s hands left his face, moving down his chest, and just when they reached his belt, she pulled away. Isaac didn’t follow after her lips, instead ducked his head and pressed bruising kisses down her neck; which either impressed Lydia or turned her on, because she arched into his mouth for a moment.
But as fast as she’d gotten him in there, she was gone, straightening her skirt and fixing her hair while Isaac turned slowly around to face her; with pupils blown and more than a little of her lipstick smeared across his face. She flipped a curl back into place, giving him an appraising look while he stood in front of her, body thrumming with pent up sexual tension. He could smell her arousal in the air and see the flush rising in her cheeks.
“Good,” she murmured, eyes lingering on his crotch for just a second too long, licking her lips and lifting her gaze but to his. “Very good.”
“Good for what?” Isaac heard himself ask, unmoving. Something primal inside of him was pushing at his control, one step toward her and he was afraid of not being able to stop. Lydia’s tongue darted out to wet her lips.
“You’re gonna be my new favorite thing,” she said sweetly, one heel clicking closer to him, pressing her hand against the center of his chest and rising up to press a kiss to the corner of his mouth. “See ya ‘round.”
