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[HECTOR ALLEN WULFE]

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[MAHARET AVIE ROSIER]

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And nothing’s gonna stop his problems
So I can’t turn back honey

By the time that the rumours of Hector and Faolan’s fight had reached Maharet it was already past curfew. Her chatterbox of roommates were gushing about it to her knowing that she and Hector were dating, but Maggie was fresh out of answers for them. That wasn’t what bothered her though. Maharet could care less if those cows’ curiosity was pacified. What was bothering her was the fact that she didn’t know why the two had fought. Faolan may have been a Greyback, but he was a poor excuse of one. He didn’t go around picking fights for dominance like his father would have, because he hated Fenrir. So something must have happened that Maharet was completely neglected to even muse on. Once her dorm mates had crashed she took to pacing her room. They would easily think that she was just restless worrying about Hector, but she had told them that she would go to the hospital wing in the morning so that she didn’t get in the healers way, another Greyback. Her pacing was really due to her irritation.

Though Maharet wasn’t in much more than some skimpy little teddy she went down to the common room. Surely it would be abandoned at this time a night, not that she was concerned with her current attire, but some solitary reflection was in dire need. Descending the steps of the girls dormitory she stopped short on the last step looking over the bloody sight of Hector slumped down in one of the chairs. It took her a moment to collect herself. She had planned to work out the whole concerned girlfriend act before visiting him but it seemed, with him laying there looking so pitiful, improvisation was in order.

Gasping after a few beats, enough to make anyone think that the sight of him all wounded had stunned her, Maggie rushed over to Hector kneeling down in front of him letting a look of horrified anxiousness cross her features. Sad eyes, the corners of her mouth turned downward into a worrisome frown and her eyebrows furrowed as she hurriedly looked over Hector. Her hand came to rest on his cheek sucking in a sharp breath to prepare herself to feign a shaky voice. “Baby, you should be in the hospital.” Maybe she could even manage to tear up. Keeping her eyes wide Maggie tried not to blink letting that action make her eyes watery, once her vision became slightly blurry her lower lip trembled and Maharet caressed Hector’s cheek with a tenderness of affection.

It was a valuable trail really. She never knew when the grieving girlfriend, or potentially widow, act might be called for. Leaning up being very careful not to put any pressure on his body, but still brushing her body against his, Maharet placed a light kiss on his lips as though it was a gesture that was long over do or some illogical belief that kisses really did heal all wounds. “I was so worried, I wanted to come see you right away but I thought you would resting,” She let her words come out in a panicked jumble. “You should be resting. Oh Hector, look at you. You’re still all covered in blood.” Honestly couldn’t they have cleaned him up while they were at it? His shirt was ripped and stain red with his, and probably Faolan’s blood. “You need a new shirt. I’ll go get you one.” Girls could get into the boys dorms, which was a bit unfair but Maharet never wanted or needed to complain about it. Getting him a new shirt seemed like the least of his worries, but it seemed like the stupid thing a concerned girlfriend might do, what with feeling so helpless the notion of being able to do something, anything, no matter how trivial it was would make them feel better. What a joke that was? Someone so concerned about another person needed to do something for them to help but only so they felt better, as though they were contributing. But that was usually exactly how it went. Maharet made to stand up but didn’t make for the stairs to the boys dormitories just yet. She hadn’t really given him any time to reply to her and making him call after her would risk someone hearing them. Her words might have been panicked and rushed but they had also been hushed.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i287.photobucket.com/albums/ll153/tokyotabby/Grey.jpg); border: solid #ffffff 4px; width: 250px; height: 650px;] IT FEELS LIKE SOMETHING TAKES OVER ME Hector smiled painfully as he realized the figure of the woman belonged to that of Maggie, his sweetly tempting Maggie. She rushed to his side, her thin nightgown fluttering out behind her, strangely turning him on while in his injured state. Pushing the thought from his mind, he turned to face her when she came to him, her face anguished and her words scared. She was scared for him. Maggie. As she leaned down on him, her body lightly resting on his, Hec kept all groans of protest in the back of his mind right now. She mumbled something about how he should still be in the hospital, and he waved the thought away with his good hand. "Don't worry babe, I've still got one good arm to love you with," he said, his eyes lighting up. She seemed genuinely upset that he was in this state. Maybe he should tell her how? She jumped up and flitted away, going upstairs to retrieve him a new shirt. She stopped to hear his reply, but he just waved her on. For the few moments he was gone, Hector felt his body start to put itself back together. Ribs snapped back into place, making it easier for him to breath, and his shoulder began to regenerate the missing tissue and sinew. It was still really tender by the time she came back down the stairs. He was able to sit up easily now, and he slowly unbuttoned his shirt, the blood still a little wet on it. Throwing the ruined shirt in the fire, Hector stood up and met Maggie halfway. For all her concern, he could sense that some of it was a charade, a play. Just an act. But mostly he didn't care right now. He was okay with his woman being concerned, even if it was fake. Taking the shirt from her, he turned his back and slowly put it on, his shoulder protesting a little. "I won," he said, a small grin coming to his face. He turned to her, almost laughing, which still hurt his side. "I did what you said. I let the wolf take control. I almost killed my best friend. It went from a territorial issue, to who would come out on top, as the new alpha of Hogwarts." He put a hand to his face, masking his emotions. He really was upset that he'd gone blindly into that fight. If the full moon wasn't two days away, he doubted that things would have turned out this way. Hector had taken a chance and ruined his relationship with Faolan. But in all honesty, Faolan had come into Hector's pack and taken his little sister Sierra as his mate, without even consulting Hector. And that's what had made him mad. And the way Faolan talked about her during the fight, to egg Hector on, that had only made it worse. Lots of things were said tonight that he wasn't particularly proud of. "But babe. I won." He removed his hand, a small pained look on his face, yet a small smile still there. AS SOON AS I GO HOME AND CLOSE THE DOOR WORDS: not many TAGGED: Maharet OUTFIT: jeans, button up shirt all ripped upMUSIC: Deja Vu - Eminem NOTES SO EXCITED! template made by mikey is a lady killer ?! @ caution 2.0, steal it and she'll send zombie pandas to eat your brains!

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And nothing’s gonna stop his problems
So I can’t turn back honey

It was nice to know that even in a state, of what looked like pure agony, Hector still had his sense of humour. At least he wasn’t making it hard for her by whining. If he had done that she wasn’t entirely sure how well she could play off the concerned girlfriend act. Even if it was mostly fabricated it was the thought that counted, wasn’t it? Maharet did care that hector was hurt, but not for his well-being. She wasn’t finished with him and physical weakness wasn’t ideal. The whole point of having a werewolf boyfriend was to use that extra strength and foreboding presence. A vampire worked just as well, but she had that taken care of too, or was working on it. Regardless, Hector needed to be at his best for her. She couldn’t be too angry that he had gotten into a spat with Faolan, especially since Hector had apparently won. That made him the Alpha at Hogwarts, didn’t it? There were some that wouldn’t be all too happy about it. Lucian, for example, would probably turn his nose up at the notion of it.

Someone like Faolan as his best friend wasn’t conducive to the type of person that she wanted him to be so the loss of that friendship didn’t matter to her. Why were the majority of Fenrir’s sons so against what they were? Maharet had heard them call their father a monster. It was disrespectful and completely incorrect. It was simply a part of who Fenrir was, who they all were. Zmeyette had accepted it and with Hector’s recent brawl in the common room he was beginning to accept it to. This little fact pleased her.

Maggie crossed the room to stand in front of Hector. His face was covered by his hand, but not for long. Gently her hand closed over his, her finger lacing with Hector’s a strategically affectionate action. He didn’t seem too happy about what had happened. Maharet wasn’t sure yet if it was because he was upset over losing his friend, or if it was the more pressing issue of him accepting who he was. She hoped it was the formative. “I’m proud of you. I know you were resilient to let that side of you take over, but it is who you are Hector. You shouldn’t ever feel ashamed about it.” Maharet was also proud that he had won but now wasn’t the time to mention that. He was wounded more than just physically right now.

“What territorial issue?” Maggie questioned lightly. They were both Ravenclaws so it wasn’t like either really had claim to it but Hector did have sisters. It must have had something to do with one of them. Maggie guided them back toward the couch. He still had some healing to do and his strength obviously needed to be regained. If he stood on his feet much longer Hector was bound to start swaying and with his size, Maharet didn’t think that she would be able to keep him from dropping to the ground and further injuring himself.

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[HECTOR ALLEN WULFE]

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[MAHARET AVIE ROSIER]

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And nothing’s gonna stop his problems
So I can’t turn back honey

He would heal, on both accounts she was sure of it. With a little bit of time, more than it would take him to heal physically, Hector could get over no longer having Faolan as his best friend. It was something that she would encourage too. He needed to keep people like that out of his life. They were bad for her, which, naturally, made them bad for Hector. She couldn’t have people contradicting all the hard work that she did to change Hector, no that definitely couldn’t be allowed. Maharet still had a lot of work ahead of her to twist his morals and turn him into some bloodthirsty beast. Then she would be able to send Hector in Fenrir’s direction, a new recruit for Fenrir. Maggie hadn’t told Fenrir of this, of course, not yet at least. She didn’t want to get his hopes up and then her fail him. Maharet liked to make Fenrir happy and proud of her, not disappoint him. She supposed that, after Hector, she could move on to the sons that were still resisting him, if Fenrir wanted such a thing from her.

“You’ll heal love. You did what you had to do.” And when he told her what territorial issues the fight had pertained to Maggie was glad that it supported what she had said. It made her a little sick that anyone actually wanted to be Faolan’s mate, but it was bound to happen eventually. “I understand.” Which wasn’t a lie. Maharet knew how important that sort of thing was. But it was a good thing that Hector hadn’t killed Faolan. It would ruin everything she was working for. She didn’t think that Fenrir would take a recruit that had killed one of his children, except to kill them and that could have been done in a simpler fashion by just directing Hector into a dark alley. “You did the right thing by fighting Faolan. He needs to learn his place and you showed him where it was.” Singing Hector’s praise, it felt odd tumbling out of her mouth so effortlessly, but still it had been so easy, it was Maharet’s guess, because she really did think that Faolan needed to be put in his place.

As Hector’s arm wrapped around her, Maggie cozied up to his side slinking an arm around his stomach for further closeness, her head resting lightly on Hector’s shoulder. She wasn’t much for cuddling, but it was necessary. Closing her eyes for a moment Maggie let out a breath of relief. “I’m just glad you’re okay.” She voiced then looked up at his viewing Hector’s profile. Leaning in Maharet kissed his neck then along his jaw line pulling away only when he began to speak to her again. “Oh really?” She mused on the idea for a moment. It wasn’t bad actually. If Hector did keep letting out his savage tendencies he would be more inclined to agree with her. From what Maggie had heard, bloodlust was awfully addicting. “Maybe you should.” A soft utterance of those words, Maharet wasn’t sure if it was too soon to suggest such a thing yet or not. “You said that since you beat Faolan you’re the Alpha now, don’t you have to remind others as to why?” That should cover her, she figured.

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[HECTOR ALLEN WULFE]

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And nothing’s gonna stop his problems
So I can’t turn back honey

Maggie nodded lightly far too comfortable in their current position to make much of an effort. Faolan was a liability and despite Fenrir’s attempts so far the insolent prat had been avoiding him. Someone needed to put Faolan in his place. She was actually quite proud that the man she was grooming happened to be the one to do so. Maharet was filled with a certain fondness for Hector in that moment. He wasn’t disappointing her, and was well on his way to be worthy.

It didn’t escape Maggie when Hector looked down at her so abruptly, but didn’t make any indications that she had said anything wrong, as though it was nothing more than an innocent suggestion. The reason wasn’t for self-defense it was for dominance, at least while at Hogwarts. He wouldn’t of course be the Alpha afterward, but it would put him in a better position. Hector would learn how to fight more effectively, kill with greater precision. That bloodlust that werewolves had would soon take control of Hector and these were the sorts of things that he needed to prepare himself for. Surely he knew that, somewhere deep down.

“Okay.” Maharet conceded not wanting to press the issue right now. But if Hector didn’t start taking the initiative then she was just going to have to move certain piece on the board to make threats arise. She realized the risk that she would be taking in doing so, but sacrifices were always made when you wanted to get something accomplished. Putting herself in danger wasn’t something that Maggie had all that much of an aversion to. She was lured by danger, by the potential of being hurt. Idly, Maggie traced little hearts on Hector’s chest with her fingernail, her touch feather-light.

It was obvious by the change in Hector’s voice and that wily look in his eyes that his mind was focused on lust. This didn’t surprise her and when his arm tightened around her Maharet smiled softly. Moving her hand down from his chest a single finger trailing down his torso, Maggie licked her lips. “Is that really such a bad thing?” She questioned flickering her gaze from Hector’s face to his hand moving along her thigh then back up again. “I want the best for you.” Which wasn’t actually a lie. The way Maharet saw it, Fenrir was the best option for any werewolf to have.

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s h o u ld i g i v e u p o r s h o u l d i

just keep chasing pavements even though it

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[atrb=width,240] Her fingers traced little hearts on his chest, and the way her nail trailed along his skin sent shivers up his spine. It was so teasing, yet so innocent in the same way. He grabbed her hand softly, his large one encompassing her smaller one. But when she began to trail it up and down his chest, he let it go, leaning his head back. She knew just how lightly to touch him. With ease, Maharet dropped the subject of being alpha, and fighting. It surprised him, because she was usually a fighter about such things, but he didn't think of it. At the rough change of his voice, she reacted by licking her lips, and tilting her head up. Is that such a bad thing? I want whats best for you... Her voice trailed off as her eyes flicked over to where his hand currently rested on her thigh. He smiled at her, his eyes darkening. Slowly he lowered his head to look at her face to face, right on her eye level. A soft kiss brought their lips together, and he lingered for a moment, his breathing slow, intense. She smelled so good right now... "If you know whats best for me, then please, lead the way," he whispered, naive to knowing what she really meant. He had no clue she planned on feeding him to Fenrir. Imitating her, Hector let his fingertips trail up her thigh, light as a feather. It would be goose bump inducing, at least it would on his body. He kissed her lightly again, then her cheek, then her neck, just under her jaw. He knew for a fact she liked this, as when they'd first hooked up in the hallway, he'd kissed her here for ages just to hear the satisfied moans escape her lips. Smiling a bit, he pulled away. "You'll always be just so inviting," he said, his heart pounding in his chest. She was always so accommodating towards him. She knew just what to give him, and how. Maybe after some fooling around they could talk some more. He really did need to talk to her. To see why she cared so much all o f a sudden. She hadn't put on a show like tonight before. At least not for him. Maybe he was rubbing off on her and she was becoming almost human? He laughed in his head. No, his Maggie was quick, conniving, and sharp as a blade. She would catch on if she started to care about someone. But who knows. He certainly liked her, that's for sure. Leaning closer to Maggie, he ended all distance between the couple, his arms embracing her somewhat lovingly, but more just to satisfy his needs. Hey, if Lady Gaga was right, then he'd get her hot, and show her what he's got. Because like Russian roulette, if love isn't rough then it isn't fun....

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[MAHARET AVIE ROSIER]

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And nothing’s gonna stop his problems
So I can’t turn back honey

When her hand was stayed Maharet knew that the chaste action was gaining her the results she had been aiming for. She found it amusing that some of the other girls that she had seen trying to seduce a guy thought it necessary to practically dry hump them to get a rise. And if it wasn’t so amusing it would have been sad. Not that Maharet hadn’t done that herself but not when it came to seduction, that was better left for foreplay. For a split second her thoughts betrayed her, slipping to the memory of Jacob’s hand enclosing over hers. It pissed her off. He had no right to invade her thoughts right now with his stupid, freakishly large presence. She needed to focus on Hector. He actually had purpose. But there was one benefit from Jacob’s intrusion, Hector’s touch had a rather positive effect on her body, it buzzed with anticipating longing.

He wanted her to lead him. It was the classic cautionary tale of being careful what you wish for. Hector had just given her permission. When it came to Maharet, doing such a thing was a huge mistake. He was under the influence though, wounded, not thinking with his head at the moment, ensnarled by his lust for her. But that was Maggie’s way, she lured you in and once you were in her web, it was a struggle for life from then on out. Being at her mercy in such a way could often be far harder to escape than any physical torment. Maggie might not have been some formidable werewolf who could tear a normal human being limb from limb if they got angry enough, and she might not have been an all power wizard with the skill to turn your skin inside out, but that mean that she wasn’t deadly in her own right. Because of her methods there were things that Maharet could do that others, who operated with far more ruthless aggression, would never be able to accomplish. Affairs of the mind were more difficult to master, and Maggie, she was an artist.

For a little bit she simply let Hector kiss her, enjoying it without any inhibition. Hector was a talented lover, which was why it didn’t make this situation of hers trying for her. It was almost effortless to simply fall into the role that she had with Hector. Girlfriend, loving and affectionate, Maharet didn’t have to grit her teeth through the performance because Hector made it worth her while. She was granted gratification along the way to her ultimate goal. He wasn’t a bad guy, but given time, he would be. Maggie would ruin him, make him prime for Fenrir to train and turn into a full werewolf. She wondered what Hector would be like if he were vicious. Would it still turn her on, or would she miss the simple, naïve boy that was treating her so sweetly?

The devoted embrace that Hector pulled her into wasn’t protested. Instead Maharet dotted a few tender kisses along his jaw before pulling away slightly to look him in the eyes. She would give him what he craved from her. What girlfriend wouldn’t in his time of need? But first she needed just a moment to ask him one very important question. A question that would tell her how deep Hector had gotten himself into this relationship, and just as vital, how much more work still needed to be done. “Do you trust me?” It was essential if Hector expected her to lead the way. Whisper soft as the question might have been it did weigh heavily in the air between them anticipating his answer.

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s h o u ld i g i v e u p o r s h o u l d i

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[atrb=width,240] The way she kissed his jaw made him feel like his embrace wasn’t something she wanted to shy away from. It made him feel wanted, it made him feel like she actually might have loved him. Hector tilted his neck a little, letting her kiss a few choice spots. But she pulled back after those few kisses, and he looked down at her. He connected his forehead with hers, the closeness between them making it easier and easier to enjoy this night with her. Not that he didn’t enjoy every night with his girlfriend. What man in his right mind wouldn’t enjoy a night with his girlfriend? He cupped her face in both his hands, preparing to kiss her softly again, when she said something so quiet that he almost wouldn’t have heard it. Except he had excellent hearing. His breath was caught in his throat. He’d never thought of that question before. He also never thought he’d have to answer that question. Wasn’t it obvious? He kind of might love Maggie, so it had to be clear as day to her what he thought. But he wasn’t ready to say whether or not he trusted her. His hands fell to his lap, but his forehead still rested against hers. What to say? If he gave in, if he trusted her completely, it would be that much harder to let go if things went sour. But she was a woman, and women always needed to know if their men trusted them. But this question could also be just a question for her to take control right now, as he’d told her to earlier. Hector finally raised a hand to her face again, cupping it. He kissed her softly on the lips, his lips just barely touching hers when he answered, ”I trust you,” before kissing her hard on the mouth, his hands roaming her body. Hungrily, he let one hand stop at the small of her back, and the other stayed glued to her face. ”Maggie,” he growled, his eyes flashing. Her scent alone usually drove him nuts, but her body, man. Her body was bangin’. He usually didn’t go on just looks. But she was so smart as well, so it was fine with him. He leaned back on the couch, letting her go completely, even though he longed not to. Ripping the already ruined shirt off his back, Hector threw it in the fire, not caring that it burned away. His torso had four long gashes in it from where Faolan’s claws had raked across his chest. But they were just pink scars now, forever stuck as such. His pale skin was brilliant in the firelight. He reached for his Maggie, for his love. With all that had happened tonight, he just wanted to be cared for. He wanted to be loved, to be held. And if he was willing to let Maggie take the control for once, then he figured he would somehow get just what he wanted as well as allowing her to get what she wanted too. The way her body was perched on the couch made him want to take back his statement. He wanted to be in control, to be the one to just ravage her, using the same fiery passion that they’d had that night while doing round in the halls. He wanted to feel her adrenaline coursing through her veins, to feel her body mashed up against his. And more than anything, he wanted to bare his soul to her. Even after all the rumors he’d heard, he wanted to be with this woman. And there wasn’t anybody around to tell him it was a bad idea.

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And nothing’s gonna stop his problems
So I can’t turn back honey

She had obviously captured his attention away from the present path that it was on. Maharet did like just having a good time with him, but it wasn’t all about that for her. Talking, however useless it might have been to her in other situations was essential if she expected her efforts not to be in vain, as long as she didn’t talk too much. With some it was relatively easy to get them to do what she wanted but for others, not so much. Hector fit into the latter category. He had others to think of beside himself, those sisters of his for example. Family was a tricky thing to make a person turn a blind eye to. He had already mentioned how important decisions were for the pack that included what the Alpha decided for the rest of them too. With Hector being put under Fenrir’s cause it would make the members of his pack follow as well, or be cast out. It also meant that Hector would no longer be Alpha but that was just a minor hitch in the grand scheme of things. Drawing out Hector’s bloodlust was the biggest concern.

All assumptions aside it didn’t really matter what Maharet felt she knew about how Hector felt about her. He was already hooked, reeling him in was the tricky part. A declaration of trust was something that Maggie would be able to hold over his head if need be. As far as love went, that was easy to fabricate, lust could be mistaken for love under the right guidance, but trust, that wasn’t so easy to come by. Where most females needed to hear that they were loved, Maharet didn’t. She was different than most, any craving for affection was fleeting. Maggie wouldn’t deny to herself that the closeness that she shared with Hector, that feeling that he was head over heels for her, wasn’t incredibly satisfying for more of a reason than it simply getting her one step closer to her ultimate goal.

There was hesitation in him. Maharet could see it, feel it in his body language. She didn’t blame him because she already knew that it was harder to discover than love. Maggie searched his face for any early indicators of what he would say. He seemed worried, rightfully so. This was a big step for him. Maharet didn’t know personally what it was like to give someone your complete trust, but if the enormous amount of trust that she had given to a few choice people could make her feel helpless at times, then she could only imagine what it would be like for Hector, especially when it came to her. Despite her efforts to keep under the radar romours still had a nasty way of creeping up on people. There were whispers that she was… promiscuous. It was true obviously. Maharet found that it was the easiest way to get what she wanted from the male population. They were so bloody easy to manipulate when you got them thinking with other parts of their bodies. A kiss and then those three little words that Maggie had been longing to hear coming from Hector like music to her ears.

His kiss was intense, a need to have her it seemed. Maggie was happy to oblige smiling, quite pleased, as he growled her name. She loved how bass deepened Hector’s tone when he growled. Watching as he took his shirt off Maharet let her gaze roam over the scars that blemished his chest. They would be there forever, werewolf injuries being cursed even magical healing couldn’t vanish the scars. Maggie aligned her fingers with the claws marks tenderly tracing them down. Affection went rather far with Hector. “Does it hurt?” She questioned pulling her hand away only to lean down and leave a trail of ginger kisses along each mark. By now Hector should have been feeling really good regardless of his wounds, but Maharet already knew that his healing abilities were faster than that of a humans, and combined with the medicine he had been given, Hector was fine, but that wasn’t the point in asking.

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s h o u ld i g i v e u p o r s h o u l d i

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[atrb=width,240] Hector watched as her hands skimmed over his chest, her fingers matching the marks left by Faolan. Her touch was feather light, and he almost couldn't feel it past the mottled scars. But it was there. As much as he didn't want her to see his chest all marred up like this, he stayed still and let her finger them. He had bared his chest for her, and allowed her to see, it was only common sense that she would want to touch them. Her low voice startled him. He hadn't expected her to talk just now. "No, they don't hurt, not anymore." He lifted her chin with his finger, looking into her eyes. "Nothing hurts anymore, not when you're around," he said. Back to earliers question, he did trust her. He realized this now as they lay cuddled on the couch, her fingers moving over his wounds. He trusted her more than anything right now, and anybody else really. His family was his family, but Maggie was his girlfriend, and he needed her most right now. Things seemed to be getting out of control lately, so she was his one sense of reality. Her soft lips caressed his scars next, and he threw his head back, gasping. Never before had this happened. Her mouth had always stayed up on his neck, and this was something new for the seventh year. His hands reached for her, as he got even more aroused than before. The feel of her lips on his skin was like the breeze blowing soft kisses on him. "Now," he growled, "I trust you Maggie, let's move on." He was impatient now, and wanted what he wanted. Maybe it was this new side to him that had him acting this way, and then again, maybe it was just his lust for her. She really did have the perfect body, one that molded well with his. He ran his hands down her back, one hand giving her bum a good squeeze. The other remained on her back for a split second, before meeting the other one at the edge of her nightgown, his fingers playing with the edge of it, asking to pull it off. The firelight flickered against them, briefly casting them in a bright light, then darkening, leaving them private again. He used his wand to lower it, almost extinguishing it before kissing her sweetly on the lips. His hands still danced on the hem of her nightgown, begging now, to take it off.

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And nothing’s gonna stop his problems
So I can’t turn back honey

A light smile danced on Maggie’s lips. It shouldn’t have amused her so much that Hector had seriously just said something that cliché to her. That was just silly, to think that a single person’s presence could make you feel better. That being showed affection by someone that was supposed to care about you had some sort of magical touch. Although Maharet internally scoffed at the notion, it was terribly naïve of her to think it stupid. She just didn’t know what it was like to have that sort of comfort. Maggie had never allowed herself to indulge in anything of the sort. She might have pretended to cry in a guy’s arm before letting them sooth her for whatever reason to get to an ulterior goal, but nothing genuine. Maharet thought it would be a weakness to do so. All she really needed was herself anyway, right?

There was a lot about Hector that had the potential to make her question herself. But potential without willingness was pointless. Her kissed blazed along his chest had the desired effect it seemed as his head fall back against the couch, that sharp gasp interrupting the quiet sounds of her lips attaching themselves to his torso. It seemed that all it really took to earn Hector’s trust was to make him horny. Luckily, Maggie had a good handle on that. With her trysts with Jacob lately Hector seemed so sweet and tender toward her. She certainly didn’t hate it. As his hands ventured down her back Maharet moved her mouth lower flicking her tongue out to leave a trail of her sweet salvia down to the waistband of his trousers. Feeling his hand grab a handful of ass, Maharet’s back arched making her moan against his skin.

It was cute that he had to ask, even silently, if he could remove her nightgown. A certain someone would have just ripped it off, which Maharet was glad she was with Hector now as she really didn’t fancy having her gown ruined in a lustful haste. With the firelight lowered and the kiss well received Maggie smiled devilishly pulling away from Hector just long enough to pull his night gown off over her head and reposition herself in his lap. Dropping the thin, translucent black material off to the side Maharet raised a brow at Hector. This was what he wanted and it would have just been cruel of her to resist when he needed her so badly. Really she couldn’t refuse, that wouldn’t look very good for the whole girlfriend thing, despite knowing that, if Jacob found out he was likely to be furious with her. Key word there was if. An assumption was on thing, but- no that didn’t even matter. Jacob didn’t matter. Licking her lips Maggie leant down, arms draped over Hector’s shoulders, and gave him a blistering kiss. One hand dropped, moving down his chest and slipped into Hector’s pants.

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[HECTOR ALLEN WULFE]

s h o u ld i g i v e u p o r s h o u l d i

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[atrb=width,240] Hector was pleased when she moaned and arched into him, after one little squeeze of her butt. She responded by planting the hottest kiss on his lips, making his blood burn. She reached a hand down and into his pants, and he responded by reaching up to grab her chest. She was being too good to him right now, too responding. But in his current state, where lust and love were too close together to determine what which was which, Hector just went with it. Her hands were soft and caring, and she knew just how to handle him. Literally. As he moved and shifted his weight, so that he was on top of her, he let his hands roam her body, skimming the bare skin with his fingertips. He knew this was sure to tempt goosebumps. His mouth crashed against hers, kissing her with the same ferocity that she kissed him with. His teeth grazed her bottom lip, nipping at it. His fingers teased her by caressing her stomach lightly. As they began to get it on, Hector's eyes flashed gold and he lightly bit at her collarbone, his sharp teeth grazing towards her skin..... LATERRRRR. Hector snoozed on the couch, Maharet in his arms. What a night. He'd fought with Faolan, and then had sex with his girlfriend. Well, one part of that night was awesome, while the other hurt and made him feel betrayed. Which part do you think is which? He shifted in his sleep, his arms still around her. It was almost time for breakfast, students would be rising soon to go to breakfast. His wand buzzed just then, startling him awake. Rising, he made sure that he slipped off the couch without jostling her. Standing, he pulled his pants on and buttoned them, then looked around for his shirt. Currently it was on his girlfriend. Sitting in a chair across from her, Hec looked at his body. He shoulder was pink and angry, the scar that rippled across it was mottled. Glancing at his abs, three long pink scars seared across it, marking him forever. Even though Faolan was part werewolf, the scars would never disappear. Sighing, he ran a hand through his short hair. Standing, he found his shoes and slipped his feet into them, then stood up to go up to his room and change before breakfast. Better to go up there partially closed, then naked....

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And nothing’s gonna stop his problems
So I can’t turn back honey

Even if none of the feelings that she pretended to have for Hector were real there was one thing that he would never be able to deny; he enjoyed himself with her. Some where deep down he must have been able to tell in her touch that what she had for him was lust, not love. People were supposed to be able to tell the difference. So what if she was trying to turn him into, as he liked to think of it, a monster. Wasn’t it worth it? Weren’t these nights that she spent wrapped up in his tight embrace good enough for him? One of these days Hector was going to have to learn that he couldn’t have it all. And what was more important to him? Feeling good, or being good? The latter, to Maharet was pointless and that was what she had been trying to teach him all this time. He couldn’t have her, not really. No one could, but wasn’t that part of the reason that she was so alluring? Who really wanted some tame girl that did everything she was supposed to with no ambitions of her own but to please her man? It was pathetic.

Her mind turned back to Hector as he eased himself down on top of her. His touch was electric, Maharet could feel the desire sparking from his fingertips and it chilled her skin prickling with the pleasant sensation. And his kiss so full of passion, it only intensified her belief that lust was better than love, one hundred percent of the time. Love was complicated and messy, but lust, you could get all the benefits of love without any of the hassles. Hector was better off, she thought and as soon as he gave into his inner wolf, he would be even better. Why couldn’t Hector see that yet? Was he really so blind? But then the same could have been asked of why he couldn’t see that she was manipulating him. It could have been that she had a tendency of making him think with something other than his head. The way that her body tensed should have made it abundantly clear to Hector that she favoured being touched by him when he let the beast out.

She slept soundly not having any concern about being spotted with Hector in such a compromising position. He wasn’t anyone that Maggie needed to be concerned about being seen with, it was liberating really, being so open with a guy, well visually at least. Maharet didn’t even mind that he was holding her as they slept, it kept her warm, which the practicality of it, and the fact that if she had pushed him away would have had him asking questions, made it the obvious choice. Her teddy had been discarded somewhere but as she subconsciously felt Hector get up, trying to be as unnoticeable as possible Maharet didn’t much care what had happened to it. Like usual, Maggie could still feel his presence around her. She seemed to have a knack for that sort of thing, especially if she had been particularly intimate with a person. Something about their aura’s pulsing or some such nonsense that Maggie had zero interest in looking into.

Slowly Maharet opened her eyes spotting Hector partially clothed and looking as though he were about to head up to the dormitories. She offered a sleepy smile, sitting up slightly to get a better look at him. “Sneaking off on me?” Maggie tsked fondly. That wasn’t his style though. No, it was more likely that he wanted to get dressed or something, whereas Maharet was perfectly content in lounging around in nothing but Hector’s shirt, which only went down to barely cover her up, considering her height.

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Notes :: I’m totally going to miss them.

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