I turned to reach his left ear, grazing his jaw with the tip of my nose.
"Be careful what you wish for, Mate." I kissed him under his earlobe, my lips hot on his already scorching skin. He growled, low and deep, the sound reverberating through his...
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The familiarity of my apartment back in Seattle was making me feel emotional. It had been only a week since the last time I had been here, but this was actually the only place I could sincerely call home. My beast was pleased of being back in our den too, she had missed this place as much as I had. The faint smell of jasmine and iris lingered in the air, enveloping me in the familiar sensation of being home.
Home.
A word with thousands of meanings. For someone home is a person, lover of family, whose touch make them feel safe, protected, loved..for someone else home is a scent, reminding them of meaningful memories.. for others home is an emotion, recurring and familiar...and then, for someone like me, home is a place.
My home had seen me at my best and at my worst. My paradise, my safe heaven, my den...my anchor of sanity in the last four years. I cried in here, suffered, screamed, tugged at my strands, scratched my skin till it bled. It was the only place where I could actually be my true self, very different from the Lara I presented to the world outside of these four walls.
I was so glad to be here. So glad that the arguments I had had with Hercules during the week were now momentarily forgotten. Since the Gala was held here in the city, precisely at the Four Season Hotel, I absolutely wanted to prepare myself and spend the night in here, in order to be more comfortable. In my opinion, doing what I had suggested was the most favorable thing to do, but evidently not according to Hercules. He kept saying that, being each other date, it would be absolutely inappropriate for us to arrive there not together and that he would absolutely not allow me to fetch a cab when he was totally capable of driving me there himself.
Basically, he wanted to be the perfect date.
After countless arguments, threats, bared fangs and color-shifting eyes, he finally gave up, grumbling under his breath about "me being a stubborn ass female" and "how he would like to chop his brother's tongue off, as he always hoped for him to have a difficult mate". I hadn't been able to refrain from snorting: Perseus couldn't had been more right than that.
We decided upon meeting directly inside, as I had to start my Gala night a little bit earlier. I had to go through the disgusting task of kissing the investors' asses to obtain funds for my research.
So here I was, currently swearing because my eyeliner didn't turn out as great as I hoped. Actually, It wasn't anything new. I had never been much a fan of makeup, but only because I had never been good at it. I actually loved buying sparkling eyeshadows, deep colored lipsticks and other eye-catching items, but unfortunately I had never been able to properly use them. Tonight, however, I decided to put a little effort in my attempts of doing an "impeccable" maquillage.
With a last stroke of my right hand, the wing of black eyeliner turned out passable. Resting the devil's tool on my vanity, I studied my reflection in the mirror. I had to say, I actually did a great job. My makeup, despite being minimal, was captivating, complementing my skin tone perfectly. Consisting in a light coat of highlighter, a thin line of eyeliner, few strokes of mascara and a nude shade of lipstick, my makeup was on point, enhancing my features enough without me running the risk of appearing fake.
