Beacon Hills 1983

Chapter 46: Guilty

(Teen wolf + The Originals)
9 November 1983, Sunday

Just as it got dark and the school left for Riverdale...

Taylan made out with Heather on the couch. Over the past two days, it was all they did.

And sex. A lot of sex.

"Please don't go back to Beacon Hills." Heather pleaded.
Taylan twirled her hair,
"You know I can't stay here."
She put her arms around his neck and climbed onto his lap.
He moved his hands down to her hips and pulled her close. Their lips caressed each other with tenderness.
"Can I give you a reason to stay?" She whispered in his ear, then licked it.
Flutters exploded in his stomach,
"Please don't, Heather-"
She started leaving hickey's, that would soon heal, on his neck.
His eyes closed involuntarily at the desired feeling of Heather's soft, plump lips on his skin.
It overwhelmed him.

Taylan quickly pinned her to the couch, and took off his shirt.
She dragged her fingers down his toned abdomen, "Do you even work out? Or does this come with the werewolf strength?"
He snickered, "Maybe both."
She unbuttoned her shirt, and tossed it aside.
Taylan bent down to kiss her again.
She gripped his hair as an amorous feeling ached between her legs.
He pulled up her skirt.
She unzipped his pants.

Heather clawed at his back, eager for more. She fumbled to open a drawer on the side table to look for a condom.
But couldn't find any.
"Looks like we've run out." Taylan laughed.
"Crap!" She muttered.
He moved her bra strap and sucked the skin beneath, "It's okay..."
Heather dragged her hands down his smooth back, "Are you sure?"
"Only if you are." He smiled.
"Okay..." She nodded and trailed off, as he slid in once again.

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It was now 11:30 pm. Taylan tossed and turned, but couldn't fall asleep.
Something kept gnawing at his mind.
He turned to Heather on his right, and smiled, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.
She really was beautiful.

But was that all he thought she was?

The smile dissipated. He sat up.

They hardly knew each other at all.

Taylan had been ignoring the fact that his entanglement with Heather felt... deceitful.
It was a strange feeling for him, considering he doesn't care much about who he's making out or sleeping with. There were always plenty of girls waiting for him to get in their pants.

But why did he feel so... guilty?

Something momentarily flickered in his mind; a spark of realization.

Lucy.

Taylan almost laughed out loud, clearly in denial.
There was no way he got the hots for Nes's best friend.
Sure, he liked her to some extent; thought she was cute, funny, and had a lot more brains and personality than most of the prom queen's he usually hooked up with.

He didn't like her enough to change his entire lifestyle and play boy persona.

Did he?

The overthinking was clouding his brain.
All he wanted was to leave this cottage. It suddenly became too small, and the walls were closing in.
Sweat beaded on his forehead.