an oddly normal interlude

Who: Bradley and Hayley
Where: Hayley’s room
When: afternoon

They couldn’t spend time at the commune, but that hadn’t stopped Bradley from finding time with Hayley elsewhere. At the current moment he was sitting on her bed, waiting for whatever it was they would wind up doing to start. He’d found that it was nice to just be in her room. It was a strange feeling, to have one’s own space that was full of their things even if Hayley didn’t have a lot of things. Not that that sort of thing mattered to Bradley. He was dressed in hand-me-down clothes that only mostly fit and he had next to nothing that was his.

For the moment he was wavering personality-wise some things coming through depending on the moment and what was said. The scared boy wasn’t as prominent, given that there was little to be scared about, but he still had that Ranger in him.

Hayley had been spending most of her time at her cousin's house, but she'd been trying to get home more. To sort of re-acclimate herself to her old life, even if it felt like it wasn't hers anymore. It was sort of easier said than done, though she had to admit, having Bradley over there, in her room... That was actually helping. She felt a little bit of good nerves, a first boyfriend sort of deal happening that caused little butterflies in her stomach. She had gone to get a movie from downstairs, to put in her dvd player. She had worked all summer to get one for the very small television that sat on her dresser. But it had been worth it. "Okay, I have a few choices." she told him, setting the cases on her bedspread. "Something old but good like Indiana Jones? Or something actiony like Blade? Or...I didn't really know what you would want." she admitted, turning red as she felt silly. She'd grabbed a whole mess of movies, not even looking at all the titles.

Bradley sat back looking the collection of DVDS. It was a grace that he was finally able to process enough to weigh in what they might watch. It was fast becoming a habit, but once she was within arm’s reach, Bradley was touching Hayley, as if just the contact grounded him. This time it was just his hand on her arm, sliding down it until he had her hand. “Hmm,” he mused, picking up two choices then picking an Indiana Jones movies based on the cover looking like something he’d seen before. “This works.” He really could use a proper brush up of American films anyway.

She smiled, giving his hand a squeeze. It was something that she appreciated--his tendency to touch her even if it was unnecessary. It was a werewolf thing, she guessed, that physical contact equalling a stability, it just seemed to mean more to her now than it would have before. So she was slightly reluctant when she went to pop the dvd in, then she went back to him, putting the unchosen movies aside. Then she crawled onto the bed with him, smiling a little shyly. "You're the first boy who's actually been in my room." she told him.

He was just as reluctant to let her go, sliding back on the bed so he was sitting up against the pillows. Once she came back he had an arm around her pulling her so she was next to him. It was comfortable, just having her there, giving him something to latch on to. “First? Really?” he asked, shocked tone in his voice.

She laughed lightly, swatting his chest a little as she got comfortable, leaning against him. "Yes!" she said. "Remember, I've never had a boyfriend, I never spent much time with guys...of course you're the first one!"

Bradley laughed as well, especially when she swatted at him. “You could have brought someone else up here even if he wasn’t a boyfriend,” he pointed out trying hard not to grin too much at that word. It sat way too comfortably with him, so much that even the Ranger seemed to smile at it.

"I never had that many guy friends, period." she said. And she almost said she had quadrupled her number, but she didn't. Misha wasn't a friend anymore as far as she knew, and she had been too afraid to ask what Colin and Scott thought. But she still had Tad too now. "So, this totally girl room's sanctity has never been broken til now." she assured him.

“I feel honored,” he said though his tone changed a little with the comment, something closer to the Ranger voice. He felt it shift inside him and had to take a moment to force himself to hold on to the part that needed to be here. “What does that mean we should do? Breaking sanctity and all.”

Hayley was blushing darkly again, giggling a little bit. "Well, I don't know." she told him. "What do you think? You're the guy who's probably been in girls' rooms before. So, what did you do with those other girls?" she asked.

The blush was really, really cute and without too much forethought, Bradley leaned in to kiss her lightly. That had gotten easier too, going with what felt right. “Maybe once or twice. But I can’t remember.” The statement was only half a tease. Part of him wasn’t sure he fully remembered. A lot of his memories from before were starting to come back but not all of them.

She smirked, after she kissed him back. "Well, what do you think you should do here with me?" she asked, turning it around a little. She shifted slightly, so she could look up at him more comfortably. Her eyes didn't leave his, even if the movie was playing in the background.

Bradley had completely forgotten there was a movie playing in the first place. Grinning he pulled her back towards him, watching her eyes for a moment then reaching out with one hand to play with her hair. “Not let you go, that’s for sure.”

She smiled at that, laughing a little. "Okay." she said. She could agree with that. The urge to kiss him again was strong, something she was starting to recognize as normal for her now. It was like that alien presence she'd felt the first time, but she didn't see it as so alien anymore. It was a part of who she was, part of her mental makeup now. The inner wolf, or whatever. It was there, and it was rather attached to Bradley.

That smile was what kept him there. He’d thought for a long time, when she first came to the commune, that he’d never see a smile like that one again. “Okay. What did you want to do?” he asked, curious tone to his voice. It was her room after all.

She considered that. Or more, she made a show of considering it. Truthfully, she knew what she was going to do. She smiled at him, then looked down, a little shy. Then she pushed closer, shifted a little to reach up, putting her hand on the back of his neck. Then she pulled him in to kiss him. It was a kiss that started softly, but she parted her lips into it, wanting it to deepen.

He liked that face as well, the way she looked so shy then kissed him like she wasn’t at all. Deepening the kiss as she wanted, Bradley let the hand that had been playing with her hair tangle in it, pulling her more towards him. He’d started to get used to the force she kissed him with, that drive that just kept her pushing it even if she seemed like she might be timid about things.

She kissed him until it became an issue to breathe, and only then did she pull back, even if she didn't pull back far. Drawing her lower lip between her teeth, she could still taste him a little there, and she liked that. She smiled, watching his eyes from up close.

He felt himself try to follow her as she pulled away despite the fact that he couldn’t breath either. Smiling back he touched the lip that she was biting. “I like that,” he said, words a little strained from not really breathing. “You too?”

Hayley nodded, liking how he touched her lip. "I do." she told him, her voice a little breathy. But then she knew now when she started something, it tended to get heated very quickly, something she didn't want to hold back on and therefore she didn't. Like she already wanted to get back to kissing him again, but she made herself refrain, at least for the next ten seconds.

“Good,” he said rubbing his thumb over her lip again, unable to stop himself. Whatever it was about her was infectious, feeding into the part of him that wanted that kind of attention and the part that was just a teen boy with a pretty girlfriend. “Anything else?” he asked, voice teasing a little.

She smiled at that, getting a little closer again, almost kissing him but in the end she didn't. "I don't know. Why don't you make a move and find out?" she encouraged, wanting to see what he'd do with that. There was also a thrill to it for her, considering she'd never ever say something like that normally. But he brought it out in her, or making out did, or something.

The little tease had him grinning, moving his grip to her chin to pull her back towards him. He kissed her again, this time it was something, slower, longer but still with that same intensity. One hand moved to around her waist, pulling her more towards his lap.

Hayley liked that kiss. She easily adapted to it, going with him leading it as opposed to her pushing things along in any direction. It was the kind of kiss to fall into, wanting it to draw out as long as possible. She moved where he was directing her, though she stopped short of climbing onto his lap. It wasn't because she didn't want to be there, but she wanted to see if he would be more firm about it.

Bradley was lost in the kiss as well, enjoying how naturally it came to him. When she didn’t move further into his lap he didn’t push though part of him went a little stiffer, worried he’d pushed something too far too fast. He’d been here before, but the memories were still vague and there was a space just past it that he hadn’t spent that much time in.

When he froze that little bit, she felt it, and it had her drawing back just a touch. She smiled at him, putting her palm to his cheek. "Don't shy from what you want, Bradley." she told him. Which might have been odd advice to give him, but it was what came to mind for her. She didn't think she ever would have put it like that before the whole werewolf thing, but these days she had a much different mindset.

He leaned into her palm slightly, watching her eyes for a long moment. “I don’t want to rush you,” he admitted slowly, feeling his cheeks warm up. Just having her close sparked plenty of thoughts, but there was no need to push those on her.

"I'll tell you if you hit a line." Hayley promised. And she would. She knew she would. She wasn't the kind of girl who would allow herself to be pressured into something. Or, she guessed she wasn't anymore. Before? ...well, probably not then either, really. There was a reason she'd never really gone out with anyone, and that was because of what had been on their minds. It hadn't been what she'd had in mind. She didn't have the luxury of knowing what was going on in his head anymore, but...maybe that wasn't such a bad thing.

Bradley nodded slowly, leaning in to kiss her again, pulling her with a little more force towards his lap. He was slightly worried he might go too far, but he did his best to keep it in check, to give her that extra drive for something he wanted, but to keep it from demanding too much from her. It required a level of trust, knowing that she would stop him if he needed to be stopped, one that he was surprised took slightly more to give than he expected. Maybe it was the Ranger coming through, thinking that he needed to be the one who kept himself in check, not her.

Hayley went this time, crawling onto his lap and she made herself comfortable, something that took less effort than she would have thought. But it felt good, he did, he was warm, and they seemed to fit well together. She returned the kiss, letting him set the pace of it, the tone. Something that might have had a slower, softer kind of connotation.

Bradley couldn’t fight the small thrill of having her that close to him, of feeling her whole self snuggled in as he kissed her. Without thinking about it he was drawing her towards him, as close as he could get her. The kiss stayed soft, something without a desperate eagerness, but more a comfortable enjoyment of being with her.

Hayley liked that, and she went with it, feeling the same sort of way. there was something like peace in those moments, where her mind wasn't concentrated on anything else. Where she could forget what had happened to her. She could forget what happened with the boys. She could forget everything. Concentrating just on the feel of him, and the kiss, that was something soothing for her soul, something that seemed to make the emotional traumas she'd experienced pale back into quiet shadows in her mind.

Eventually, as much as he didn’t want to, Bradley had to break the kiss off. His breath was a little ragged, but he didn’t let her get far from him. He wanted to ask what she wanted, where she wanted to take things, but it was hard to word without it sounding awkward and he wound up just chewing on the side of his lower lip for a long moment before speaking. “I like this,” he said softly. “Really do.”

She smiled at that, a sort of sweet expression as she caught her own breath. "I do too." she told him, reaching up to get his hair out of his eyes. "It helps." she added. "Sometimes it seems like every second of every day, even my dreams are all full of badness. But it's not like that when we're doing this." she admitted, voice a little quieter than it had been, and she looked down, shyness sort of blindsiding her for a moment.

He brushed at her hair, watching her eyes. “Can I help with that?” he asked softly. “Other than this of course.” If this was all he could do, he’d be tempted to do this all the time. It wasn’t like kissing her was a some sort of chore or anything.

"Talk to me. Be with me. Lately I feel like you're more....like you're more here." she told him, looking back to his eyes. "You're not talking to me like you used to, and it sounds so much better to my ears. Like I found you when I didn't know you were even there to find." she said, trying to describe what she'd been through on her end with his whole fantasy life and the cracks put in it. When she’d met him, she hadn’t known he was a facade. Now she did, but she’d dug down and found the person underneath.

Bradley was quiet for a long moment, trying to decide how to address that. “I am more here, or at least the part of me you’re seeing now,” he said. “I was always here. Always. I just...lost track of it.” He felt more whole with her here, not fractured and falling apart. Inching more towards her he pressed his forehead against hers.

"Do I help?" she asked. She stayed where she was, liking that closeness, and she lightly rubbed the back of his neck. Without really meaning to, her mind went back to when he'd been crying in the forest, when she'd first discovered that the whole world was a game to him. When she'd first been faced with that idea.

“You do, more than most.” Misha helped as well, but it was different, not like this. With Hayley he was able to hold on to his real self easier. With Misha he went to the Ranger more often, but he was still stable. Stable was what mattered most of the time it seemed.

"No one else believes me that you should come back to the surface." Hayley told him. She opened her mouth to say more but the words died on her lips. She didn't really want to say what she thought. She didn't want to tell him what she'd talked about with Misha, and how she thought it was wrong.

He kissed her again, something a little hard that broke off quickly. “Do you want me back?” he asked. “If you do, then it’s what should be done.” It was nice to have a direction of any sort, even if it might not be what anyone else wanted.

"I want to know you." she answered him, a tiny bit breathless from the kiss. Even if it was short, it was that harder feel to it that stole her breath. "Can't do that if you're not here." And she wanted to know all the little things about him that she didn't now. What he was like, or who he was now, even if he was still figuring that out. Hell, she knew she was still figuring herself out. She was learning as she went. "Do that again." she requested, talking about the kiss.

“Will you still like me?” he asked. She’d mentioned before that she thought he might have been a jerk, that his priorities weren’t in the right place. She’d liked the Ranger really, or the parts of him that were deeply tied into that. At her request he kissed her again, this time something that lasted longer but had the same intensity to it. Instinctively, one hand dropped to her lower back, fingers slipping under the hem of her shirt as he drew her in more.

She kissed him back, matching that intensity, wanting him to feel that from her. "Yes." she told him, between kisses. She leaned closer to him, her weight pressing him a little farther back into the pillows. "Yes, I'll still like you." she promised a second time, again as she drew in a quick breath before she continued to kiss him.

The intensity in her kisses was distracting him from what she was saying. So much so that when she said it, it took a full moment for him to figure out what she’d meant by it. Finally though it sunk in and served to up his own intensity in kissing her back, pulling her down towards him as he sunk back more, this time on his own volition. “Good,” he managed to murmur in between all of it.

Hayley was done talking. She wanted to kiss him, to steal his breath, make his heart pound. Which she could hear now, something that was oddly enticing. She liked it, something she never thought she'd even get used to. The extra noise in her world was a hard thing to deal with at times, but right now she really concentrated on it. She wanted to see if she could get it to kick up.

She already had his breath, only coming in short gasps in the brief instances when he was willing to break off kisses. His hand slipped further up her shirt, fingers trailing across skin. Just the sensation of the touch kicked his heart rate up a good few notches. In the back of his mind something registered that she might be able to hear it, but the more pressing concern was that with her this close, she’d be able to feel it, trying to break free of his chest and slam into hers.

She liked the feel of his skin against hers, even if it was just his hand on her back. It made her wonder what it would feel like with more of that happening, but she didn't move to make it happen just yet. She wanted to take that step, but there was one thing that stopped her. She was too aware of the scars on her body, the ones that were still pink from healing, that weren't even truly scars just yet. Hayley considered them ugly, and while he'd seen her, naked, even, it gave her pause. Not enough to stop her kissing him and doing so with an abandon, but it stopped her from sitting up and taking her shirt off like some internal instinct told her to.

Bradley was thinking about it, that much was certain now that he had his hand flat against her back under her shirt. The kiss had him wanting more, had him wondering how he could get closer to her, feel more of her, but he was hesitating, not wanting to rush her, even as his hand moved further up her shirt.

He didn't trigger anything yet, though she was aware of his hand there. It was odd, feeling like she wanted it to continue and stop at the same time. Or, more, she wanted him to not see the wreckage the werewolf left there, while at the same time she really, really didn't want him to stop kissing her. She was really enjoying herself, in a way she hadn't before. It was almost a freeing sensation, something she didn't want to lose, and it was everything to do with him.

The kisses were pushing him, bringing out more of what he wanted and with it came a confidence he hadn’t had before. He held her against him for a moment then rolled them over, moving her under him and the new position had them more horizontal than before. His hand was still under her shirt, moving around towards her stomach, pushing it up more but realizing there was little space left for it to go.

That was a good move. That move worked for him in a whole bunch of ways. The rapid alteration of their position was thrilling. It seemed to send electric sparks through her system, along with a flurry of butterflies. So much so that she was so distracted by it all that she didn't even really register much of the fact that he was pushing her shirt up a little more. She just let out a sound that was totally helpless but a very definitely positive one, and she yanked him back down to kiss him even harder than she had been a moment ago.

The noise from her almost did him in, as well as being drug back to kiss her again. He answered her kiss with the same power, hand moving over her bra as he kept going. Thinking was out the window, nor was when or where he should stop. What was on his mind was touching more of her, kissing more of her and seeing if he could get her to make another noise like the first.

She arched into his touch, still distracted too much to be wondering about scars. She was thinking she absolutely adored what he was doing, and she wondered what kinds of sounds he made, and that was the urge-driven 'thought' process that had her pushing up against him, very specifically trying to get a reaction.

The way she reacted to his touch gave him a confidence in what he was doing and before he realized it he was tugging at the fabric of her bra, shirt raised up over his wrist. When she moved though, her body pressed against his, he broke the kiss off with a gasped groan, something completely uncontrolled. His hand under her shirt gripped at her bra as the wave of electricity seemed to threaten to drown him. What he’d done before had felt familiar, even if he’d never done it with Hayley, but that motion, that was new and beyond thrilling. He forced him to focus on breathing for a second before echoing the motion against her, pulling back enough as he did to watch her react.

She made a soft little sound, and bit into her lower lip. Her parents weren't home at the moment, she didn't really need to hide the sound right now, though they were expected back at some point. Just not now. And she'd hear them coming, but still. It was natural, and she looked back up at him, a clear sort of desire in her eyes.

Bradley had no solid idea what he was doing, or what she was doing biting her lip like that, but the look was enough. He was sure of one thing, that he wanted to keep that look there, to give her what she wanted. Going on instinct again he pulled at her shirt, wanting to get it out of the way.

That was what broke things for her, and she put her hand over his. "Wait." she said, sounding a little pained. "I--" she started, not sure what to say or how to say it. "...I know you've seen the damage and everything, and you even saw me totally without any clothes the other night, but..."

That brought things to a grinding halt for Bradley, leaving him flailing for a moment when she stopped him. “But what?” he said, not liking that he sounded confused and ever so slightly desperate. He’d been going for confident and sure of himself, not completely in new territory.

Apparently she was going to have to figure out how to say it, because he was asking. "I think the marks are awful, and don't want you to think that too?" she suggested, since that was what it boiled down to. At it's most basic, she didn't want the ragged evidence that she'd been viciously wounded to be a huge turn off.

The marks hadn’t even crossed his mind though as he looked down he realized the edges of where they raked across her chest were slightly visible. He’d seen them before, both when they were just healing and recently when she’d gone through the change. Lifting up her shirt more, slower this time, he studied how the pink marks moved up her chest and collarbone. Looking back up at Hayley, he shook his head. “I don’t mind them.” They were awful, but not in how they looked, but what she’d gone through. They weren’t awful looking, not now. He was used to them in a way. He touched the lines lightly, looking at his fingers instead of her face. “It’s how you got to me,” he said softly. Leaning back he tugged at his own t-shirt, pulling it off and letting it fall to the floor. “I should have one here,” he said tracing a line on his shoulder where a hatchet had once been buried in it, though the skin was unmarked now.

She shivered just a little when he touched her so lightly like that. She still felt vulnerable, but she didn't try and stop him. When he took off his shirt, she was confused--even more so when he spoke. She reached out and touched where he indicated, but she saw no marring to his skin. "What happened?" she asked, voice soft.

Bradley tried not to shiver when she touched him, but it was inevitable. “I’m not sure,” he told her, honesty in his eyes. “I think...I think Thia took it. But I don’t know really. Or how or why.” It had made more sense to the Ranger, that these things could just happen, but the boy was confused. “Maybe I dreamed it. But I feel like it should be there.” He hooked his fingers in her shirt again, lifting it, but not forcing her if she was still unsure.

"Took it?" Hayley asked. "What happened in the first place? What feels like it should be there?" she asked. She felt self conscious, but she didn't stop him from lifting her shirt. It meant she had to clench her hands into fists, so she didn't try to stop him, but she managed. Her cheeks heated up, though, a reaction she couldn't help as she knew more and more of the marks were revealed. And her bright pink bra with the white poka dots on it.

Bradley set her shirt aside, smiling at the bra. It was just so girly and happy, there was no way not to. Shrugging one shoulder he went back to tracing the line of her scars for a moment while he thought about how to explain it. “A vampire took my weapon, used it on me. Buried it in my shoulder. I don’t...don’t remember much after that, but Thia was there and then the pain wasn’t. I thought it happened, but there was no mark after, no wound.” He caught her eyes for a moment before leaning down to kiss her neck, working his way down slowly as he played with the strap of her bra.

"I'm glad you didn't have to be in pain for long." she told him. She had been, and it had sucked. There hadn't been anything good about being in physical pain as much as she had been as well as emotional turmoil so harsh she was still reeling. She felt a little bit confused still but she figured if he didn't know the answers, he couldn't give them to her. When he started to kiss her neck, she tilted her head to the side, to give him easier access, her eyes fluttering half shut as she did so.

“It took a while to realize I wasn’t dead,” he told her, but let things drop off as he kissed her. He kept the trail moving down, across her collarbone and the damage on her left side. It was a mess, but at the same time it was Hayley and Bradley didn’t see it as something that marred her, it was just who she was.

"I kept thinking I was going to be." she said, voice quiet, almost inaudible. "I remember too much about when it happened. I wish it was fuzzier in my mind." If she could black it out entirely? That would be good too. Though Bradley was doing a pretty damn good job of distracting her from those memories--they weren't on her mind right now. "That's how you see it, though? That it's what brought me to you?"

“I’m glad you weren’t,” he said, seriously tone in his voice. At her question he looked up from where he was, watching her eyes. “I do. It’s the truth isn’t it?” Her change had brought her to the commune, had given him a reason to protect her and brought them together. Without it...without it she’d be with Misha. She’d think he was a jerk maybe and he’d still be the Ranger, perhaps more lost than before.

She nodded. Then she smiled. It was a small one, but genuine, something that lit her features in a positive manner. "Yes, it's the truth." she agreed. She'd never thought about it like that, but maybe she should. Maybe she should put as much positive connotations as she possibly could manage on it, because that would make it less awful. It didn't change anything, it didn't mean anything was all that better, but it took a little of the sting out of it. Reaching out, she put her palms to his cheek and she drew him closer, so she could kiss him again. This time it was soft, but there was a lot behind it.

The smile was echoed in Bradley’s features, though brighter and broader. That was what he wanted, to see that real smile in her, free of the other burdens she seemed to be carrying even if only for a moment. When she pulled in him in to kiss him again he went with it, soft noise escaping against her mouth as he kissed her back. What lingered below the soft kiss had him drawing her closer, wanting to show her the same and revel in the feel of her skin against his.

As much as he was pulling her closer, she was moving too, wanting the same thing. She wanted him over her again, where he'd been before she'd called a brief halt to the proceedings. That had been nice. Even just the little bits of his flesh against hers was nice, something that sent butterflies through her stomach, in an electric, delightful way. It was something she'd never felt before, and it was a feeling she already knew she really wanted to feel again. She wanted to keep it going, and that had her putting her arms around his neck, making it clear just where she wanted him.

He went where she pulled, not needing the guidance but glad it was there to ensure he was still making the right choices. As her arms went around his neck, Bradley deepened the kiss again, taking it back to where they’d been before. He tugged at the straps of her bra, working them lower on her shoulders, then running his hands over the small bit of exposed skin there.

It was a little strange to realize she never really would have gotten to this point before. With her ability to read thoughts, whether she wanted to or not sometimes, and the way boys minds worked, she never got to that place where she wanted what they wanted. For her, it had always been too soon, where they were thinking about her breasts before there was even a real 'hello' or a kiss, or anything. But with this, with Bradley, it was all running on different levels. And she got what he wanted, where he was heading with things, but it wasn't the same. It wasn't like he was jumping the gun. He wasn't. And if he'd been thinking about it earlier, when she'd been talking about movies and their choices? She didn't know. Which meant she hadn't had that moment of disgust over the premature thought. Maybe she'd gotten in her own way a little more than she'd previously thought. Because one thing she was certain of--this was nice. And she absolutely adored feeling his skin against hers. So much so that she pushed against him again, wanting to feel as much of it as possible, the soft brush of it, that light bit of friction.

Bradley was feeling himself start to up the pace of things without meaning to. His kiss got stronger, something a little more hurried and he had to force himself to not completely paw at her, or just yank away the last bit of fabric between this hands and her chest away. He wasn't normally the kind of person, but being here, feeling her close and knowing she wasn't stopping him was intoxicating and he wanted more. More of her to have his hands on. When she pushed against him, he hadn't expected it, and the groan that slipped out broke off his kiss. Just as before he echoed the motion, pushing back against her, but this time palming her chest with one hand.

She smiled at that sound, really liking it. Though he got one from her when he pushed back, something she found herself meeting him with. It was automatic, the natural reaction to the motion. She found she didn't mind his hands on her either, not stopping him when he did it. With his kisses becoming more heated, it felt like her heart was racing faster and faster, her breath coming shorter. But she was just as swept up in it, the harder kisses only turning up the heat in her.

He was certain he was losing his head, her making sounds like that, moving her body to meet his. His own reaction was to move again, the same way, forcing more friction between their bodies. Somewhere in it, he’d pulled her bra out of the way, giving him soft skin to touch, completely caught up in how it felt so different than everywhere else on her body.

It was definitely the first time she'd felt that. And he wasn't rough with it, so it was nice. His hand was warm, like the rest of him, even if the room was cooler. So the temperature differences were something that she noticed, and she wasn't sure if that was normal or if that was a werewolf thing. But it was something she appreciated, regardless. She pushed back against him again as well, wanting to keep that going too. It felt good, all of it felt good. So much so that she'd stopped really thinking about anything at all, and she hadn't even noticed.

Bradley was lost, lost in what he was doing, lost in where he should go next. His mind was a million possibilities, none of which made sense in a way but were reactions to what she was making him feel. He wanted out of more clothes, both of them, he wanted to touch her everywhere, kiss her everywhere. He settled for the last, letting his kisses draw down her neck again to her chest, oddly curious if the skin there would taste different, or feel different.

There was part of Hayley that was thinking the same thing, that less clothes would be better, but she didn't go there. She wasn't ready for that big a step yet, and her parents would be home sometime. She didn't really want to get caught. She liked the kisses down her neck though, and she shivered, liking how it all felt as he got lower. She made a little quiet sound, a pleasant one.

He kept moving lower spurred on by the little sound, hoping to get another one out of her. After a moment his kisses were against her chest, replacing where his hand had been before. He couldn’t help the soft moan that slipped out against her skin as his hand moved to her hip, holding on to her.

She could really get used to hearing that out of him. It was such a primal sort of thing, those sounds, a communication that wasn't words at all. Just helpless sorts of articulations that had everything to do with something positive. She liked that, it called to things in her she hadn't previously had, but did now. There was an anticipation that seemed to hover just along the edges of her senses, a baited breath that had her wondering what exactly he was going to do next, and loving that feeling.

There was no stopping him now, hands covering everywhere that his mouth wasn’t, and he continued to kiss her chest. It was all blind instinct, kissing bigger areas, sucking just the slightest bit more, everything doing what felt right rather than what he knew. He was breathless when he glanced up, pulling away enough to try and catch her eyes, to see her reacting to him.

She adored the feel of all of it, and the little noises she made were a testament to that. There were little quiet moans, soft gasps, and her breath hitched when something felt particularly pleasant. When he looked up, she looked down, and for just a second, she appreciated that sight, of him right there, his hair a bit of a mess, his eyes dark and his lips looking well kissed. It got a smile out of her, a lazy sort of desire filled one, and all at once she wanted him back up with her so she could kiss him again, something she illustrated by a strong urging at the back of his neck.

He went with the urging, feeling the same need to be closer to her again and kiss her again as well. When he did kiss her, it was with a deep passion, something he didn’t even know he had in him until he was tapping into it, drawing his arms around her to keep her as close to him as he could get her.

It was a rush, the entire thing, and she could see why it was people got swept away in it all. Because just a few minutes ago she knew she wasn't ready but in that moment it felt like she might be. She wasn't, fundamentally she knew she wasn't, but there was a baser calling that she really had the urge to answer. She kissed him back, throwing everything into it, wanting him to know that she had just as much passion for him as he clearly did for her. It involved a little pulling at his hair, her nails lightly biting into the back of his neck, and a hard grind up against him.

Her actions earned her a noise into the kiss, something deeper than before and one hand moved to her hip, holding her against him as he moved slightly, caught up in how the extra bit of friction there rippled through him. He’d know how she felt, feeling like he was ready as well when he still had no idea what he was doing now let alone in the steps that came after this. When he finally broke off from the kiss he was panting, body pressed against hers as he tried to catch his breath, looking up at her again. He wanted to ask where they went now, but he didn’t have the air or the right words for it, and wound up hoping she could see the question in his eyes.

She was breathing just as heavy as he was, and she felt that compulsion to push against him again, which she did, even if she did see that question there. And she really might have given a very stupid, wildly irresponsible answer if she hadn't heard the truck pull up outside. She knew it anywhere, it was her dad's truck and she froze, eyes going wide. "My parents are home!" she squeaked, thinking ohhh dear they needed to not look like they were about ready to tear the rest of their clothes off.

Her hips moving against him got a groan out of him, thoughts and questions starting to be forgotten when she froze. Feeling that wore off a little of the headiness of all of it, but it took a long moment before Bradley really realized what was going on. His look went from wanting to sheepish, pulling back from her and fumbling for the discarded shirts. “Do they know I’m here?”

"No?" Hayley suggested, sitting up and she grabbed at her shirt, and it took her a second to figure out that it was inside out and she needed to turn it right before she tried to pull it over her head. "I mean, they know you exist and everything but it's possible I forgot to mention you were here today and that it was planned and everything and just hurry up so I can get you downstairs to meet them!" she said all in a rush, finally getting her shirt right. She giggled, though, pulling her hair back and she just smiled at him, still elated from their activities.

Once she had hers he was reaching for his, forgetting for a moment just how it went over his head. When she was urging him to move faster he was still stuck in it, but finally managed to pull himself through it. “Really am not sure I’m in any condition to properly meet them,” he said, blush on his cheeks as he leaned in to kiss her again. He was still thinking about her, half naked under him, kissing her, touching her. Not the thoughts he needed to be having while trying to talk to her father.

She kissed him back, and then again, quick little kisses and she laughed again, sitting back. She grabbed a brush off of her nightstand, and ran it through his hair first, then her own, standing up. "Do I look like I've been making out with a boy all afternoon?" she asked, glad she didn't wear a lot of make up, since it would likely be smudged all to hell right now if she did.

He laughed at her brushing at his hair, reaching up to try and smooth it some. After a moment he followed her lead and stood, trying hard to not be awkward, but it wasn’t exactly easy given the situation. “Your cheeks are pinker, lips darker. So maybe?” he asked shrugging. “I’m sure I look like I’ve been making out with a girl all afternoon.”

Hayley looked at him, all the way up and down, and she tugged his shirt down a little lower. "You smell like you have been. But I'm the only one who can sense that." she teased, bouncing on the balls of her feet a little. Then she paused. "...wow. I am in a good mood right now." she told him, grinning.

He found himself really, really liking the way she looked him up and down like that, wanting her to do it more. Laughing a little he pulled her in for a quick hug before, nodding towards the door to her room. “Good. I think that’s how you’re supposed to feel.” He knew he felt the same way, and that he couldn’t stop smiling. “Come on, let’s get down there before they figure us out.”

"Okay." she said, reaching out to take his hand. She gave it a squeeze, then led them out of her room. She had no idea that that would be the result of making out, just this totally bouncy feeling that was lifting her spirits, but she was a fan.

He gave her a bright grin as she squeezed his hand leaning down to kiss her quickly before following her. The smiles, that lightness in her step, that was more than all the rest to him. That had been his goal before things had changed between them, to see that smile and now he had it, and knew what brought it out. That he was what brought it out sat a little heavy but he pushed through it, smiling and choosing to focus on the good in that moment, nothing else.