There was an air around Jerry that would keep most people away. He was pissed off and it showed; he stalked down the street wearing what would look like a perpetual snarl
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"He's not one of them, not really." And maybe her lips quirked just enough to look smug. Jerry cared. Now was that not amusing? Selene stood there with her back erect, her coat billowing softly in the breeze, hands on her hips and she stared right back at him.
Selene looked around slowly before her eyes fell back on Jerry. "It is the middle of the street. I'm free to go where I please, yes?" Because no one owned her. Not Jerry.
This Selene told herself while trying to ignore the blood in her that called to him.
Selene had to ignore the way her whole body felt like it trembled right along with the growl in Jerry's voice.
DAMN IT!
She fixed him a heated gaze. "When is this - thing - with your blood going to disappear?" Because the pull, now that they were face to face again, was still too strong.
She smirked. "... and you thought biting a blue girl would give you peace?" From her.
She scoffed. Selene spent time with Remy because they both needed to forget. That didn't quite work, did it? Not when she still fucking wanted Jerry, the bastard.
Of course she knew about that. He wasn't the only one who was getting front-row seats to whatever it was each of them got up to.
"My wrist is just fine." She lifted it up, made a motion of slowly rolling it. "...just ask the pinkskin." She didn't like saying that but, argh, Jerry made her so angry!
"What," Jerry laughed, though his anger made the laugh dark. "he can't jerk himself off? Poor pinkskin. You did him a public service fucking him. What a saint you are."
"You wish that was the only thing that happened," Selene told him, unable not to take him in, eyes dragging over him, damn it. "I tried to block it for you," she shrugged, "seems I failed." But it was clear on her face she wasn't sorry at all.
"Arrogant bitch!" Fuck, but Jerry was pretty sure he wanted to rip her head off. With a snarled shout, he launched himself at her, intent on taking her down.
Baring her fangs with a growl, Selene pushed him, hard, throwing him against a wall that cracked under the pressure. "You wanted me to leave you alone," she reminded him, voice low but rumbling.
"And you wanted me to make you beg." He pulled himself up, shaking off the blow and ran at her again, shoving her further into the street toward the park, his claws ripping at her clothes. "You'll beg me now. I bet you had to bite back my name when you were fucking him!" He threw her over a bench.
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He looked at her again, eyes black, fangs distended. "What're you even doing here, then, sweetheart?"
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This Selene told herself while trying to ignore the blood in her that called to him.
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If she dared.
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Selene had to ignore the way her whole body felt like it trembled right along with the growl in Jerry's voice.
DAMN IT!
She fixed him a heated gaze. "When is this - thing - with your blood going to disappear?" Because the pull, now that they were face to face again, was still too strong.
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He didn't move, though, simply widening his stance. "You thought fucking him would make it go away?" He grinned. "That's hilarious."
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She scoffed. Selene spent time with Remy because they both needed to forget. That didn't quite work, did it? Not when she still fucking wanted Jerry, the bastard.
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"How's your wrist?" he asked, voice low enough for only her to hear, even if they were still yards apart.
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"My wrist is just fine." She lifted it up, made a motion of slowly rolling it. "...just ask the pinkskin." She didn't like saying that but, argh, Jerry made her so angry!
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