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Title: On Nights Like These (When The Moon Is Full)
Author: LadyOfScorel
Word Count: 788
Prompt(s): Written for Cotten Candy Bingo Prompt: Blood
Notes: Original Work, supernatural.
Summary: A night in moonlight.
TJ watched as Mac checked her surroundings. They were in the middle of a town, and Mac was here to meet a contact, and he was here to make sure the contact was legit, and Mac wasn’t about to get stung. The sun had set nearly an hour before, but things were still thriving in the many street cafes that surrounded the area. Mac looked relaxed, leant back in her chair, sipping on rakı and snacking on juicy fruits. The air was still warm, and TJ really wanted to be sat beside his partner, enjoying the nightlife together, sharing her bottle, but as it was, he was sat across the street, a pint at his elbow, beads of water tracing down the glass.
The lights in the area were almost muted, and around them, the sounds, while lively, had none of the exuberance a ‘club’ district would have. TJ wasn’t sure what had inspired Mac to choose Turkey – despite it’s proximity to her homeland, it wasn’t, and surely Greece would’ve been just as easy? Above them, the full moon sat in amongst the stars, and TJ did his best to ignore it, focusing solely on Mac. A man approached and although Mac laughed at his flirtations, she waved him away as a woman approached, holding a rucksack.
The two girls traded words before Mac gestured to the seat across from her. The new girl (a blonde) sat down and they chatted for a while, before the girl left, picking up the rucksack at Mac’s feet. TJ gave it a couple more minutes, before standing up, tossing lira down on the table to pay for his drinks, and circling the block once, before he joined Mac.
“You didn’t even check it,” he noted easily.
“I did not have to,” she retorted coolly, pouring rakı into the glass that had materialized while TJ had been out of sight.
TJ chuckled, and laced his fingers through hers, taking a sip of the aniseed-flavoured drink. Mac had leant her head back again and was staring at the sky.
“I have a bottle back at the villa,” she commented after a moment, her voice warm, her hand squeezing his. “It is far more…secluded.”
“I’ll drive.”
It took them twenty minutes to get back to their villa – far out of town, and away from any neighbours. Once they were in, Mac was toeing off her heels and trading them for slippers, grabbing a shawl from where she’d left it on the back of a chair to wrap around her shoulders. She rifled through the rucksack she’d been given, and brought a small cooler out, emptying the contents into the fridge, and taking one of the bags for herself, as TJ grabbed the rakı, and two glasses.
They made their way onto the veranda, sinking into the comfortable wicker chairs. TJ poured their drinks before setting the bottle on the table between them, even as Mac tore the packet in her hands open, before tilting it into her mouth, and her head back, the elegant line of her throat showing her gulping. She finished, licking red liquid off her lips, and turning to TJ, one eyebrow arched in question.
“Clear,” TJ nodded as Mac left the bag on the table, reaching for her glass and knocking it back in one.
“You should go run,” she drawled, “You must be trying to crawl out of your skin.”
“Just a little,” TJ toyed with the plastic bag with one hand, the other holding his drink.
“Go,” Mac smirked at him, and made dismissive gestures with one hand.
TJ laughed, put his glass back on top of the bag and got to his feet, and stretching out and feeling bones cracking and complaining. He did feel like he was trying to crawl out of his skin, and finally relaxed, letting the siren’s song of the moon wash over him and feeling bones and muscles stretching and snapping, grinding into new positions as his body changed. He blinked in the moonlight, his eyes searching the moonlit scene in front of him.
Fingers scratched at his neck and he turned his head to lick at the hand. (Senses screaming, pack, mate). She smiled at him, her scent full of blood and spices, of pack.
“Go run,” she stated, one hand lifting and pointing imperiously. “Enjoy yourself.”
He barked, licking her hand one more time, and shaking before lunging off into the night, running (really running) for the first time in a month.
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Back at the villa, Mac smiled, going inside to fetch a book, and disposed of the blood bag while she was doing that. Book in hand, she settled in to wait for the wolf to come back.
Author: LadyOfScorel
Word Count: 788
Prompt(s): Written for Cotten Candy Bingo Prompt: Blood
Notes: Original Work, supernatural.
Summary: A night in moonlight.
TJ watched as Mac checked her surroundings. They were in the middle of a town, and Mac was here to meet a contact, and he was here to make sure the contact was legit, and Mac wasn’t about to get stung. The sun had set nearly an hour before, but things were still thriving in the many street cafes that surrounded the area. Mac looked relaxed, leant back in her chair, sipping on rakı and snacking on juicy fruits. The air was still warm, and TJ really wanted to be sat beside his partner, enjoying the nightlife together, sharing her bottle, but as it was, he was sat across the street, a pint at his elbow, beads of water tracing down the glass.
The lights in the area were almost muted, and around them, the sounds, while lively, had none of the exuberance a ‘club’ district would have. TJ wasn’t sure what had inspired Mac to choose Turkey – despite it’s proximity to her homeland, it wasn’t, and surely Greece would’ve been just as easy? Above them, the full moon sat in amongst the stars, and TJ did his best to ignore it, focusing solely on Mac. A man approached and although Mac laughed at his flirtations, she waved him away as a woman approached, holding a rucksack.
The two girls traded words before Mac gestured to the seat across from her. The new girl (a blonde) sat down and they chatted for a while, before the girl left, picking up the rucksack at Mac’s feet. TJ gave it a couple more minutes, before standing up, tossing lira down on the table to pay for his drinks, and circling the block once, before he joined Mac.
“You didn’t even check it,” he noted easily.
“I did not have to,” she retorted coolly, pouring rakı into the glass that had materialized while TJ had been out of sight.
TJ chuckled, and laced his fingers through hers, taking a sip of the aniseed-flavoured drink. Mac had leant her head back again and was staring at the sky.
“I have a bottle back at the villa,” she commented after a moment, her voice warm, her hand squeezing his. “It is far more…secluded.”
“I’ll drive.”
It took them twenty minutes to get back to their villa – far out of town, and away from any neighbours. Once they were in, Mac was toeing off her heels and trading them for slippers, grabbing a shawl from where she’d left it on the back of a chair to wrap around her shoulders. She rifled through the rucksack she’d been given, and brought a small cooler out, emptying the contents into the fridge, and taking one of the bags for herself, as TJ grabbed the rakı, and two glasses.
They made their way onto the veranda, sinking into the comfortable wicker chairs. TJ poured their drinks before setting the bottle on the table between them, even as Mac tore the packet in her hands open, before tilting it into her mouth, and her head back, the elegant line of her throat showing her gulping. She finished, licking red liquid off her lips, and turning to TJ, one eyebrow arched in question.
“Clear,” TJ nodded as Mac left the bag on the table, reaching for her glass and knocking it back in one.
“You should go run,” she drawled, “You must be trying to crawl out of your skin.”
“Just a little,” TJ toyed with the plastic bag with one hand, the other holding his drink.
“Go,” Mac smirked at him, and made dismissive gestures with one hand.
TJ laughed, put his glass back on top of the bag and got to his feet, and stretching out and feeling bones cracking and complaining. He did feel like he was trying to crawl out of his skin, and finally relaxed, letting the siren’s song of the moon wash over him and feeling bones and muscles stretching and snapping, grinding into new positions as his body changed. He blinked in the moonlight, his eyes searching the moonlit scene in front of him.
Fingers scratched at his neck and he turned his head to lick at the hand. (Senses screaming, pack, mate). She smiled at him, her scent full of blood and spices, of pack.
“Go run,” she stated, one hand lifting and pointing imperiously. “Enjoy yourself.”
He barked, licking her hand one more time, and shaking before lunging off into the night, running (really running) for the first time in a month.
---
Back at the villa, Mac smiled, going inside to fetch a book, and disposed of the blood bag while she was doing that. Book in hand, she settled in to wait for the wolf to come back.
