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Thinking of turning some rps into fics or stories now that I've quit rp. But now i gotta figure out what and how 🤔

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God he ached for her. So much for going slow. How had they gotten there? There was a part of Roman that knew he shouldn't do this, that it could end up poorly for them. They were rushing into things and honestly it had been a very long time since he was this close with anyone. And yet when she nodded, unable to even speak, Roman grinned and moved in.

First he kissed her thighs before making his way to her core. Once there, Roman used his fingers first, smoothing over the skin before parting it to expose her more sensitive area. Fingers spreading her with one hand, Roman's other hand wrapped around one of her legs before moving in with his mouth.

She tasted just as good as she smelled. It had been a while since he tasted someone this way but he took his sweet time using tongue and fingers to please her. He started out slow, cautious, however the first sound of pleasure caused him to throw caution to the wind. Going deeper, Roman searched for the bundle of nerves that would drive her absolutely wild. Once he'd found it he teased and toyed with her until she was practically begging him for more.

They were taking it slow, right? So as much as he wanted to strip his clothes the rest of the way off, to go deeper inside of her, Roman ignored the tightness of his pants and instead used his fingers and tongue to push her over the edge into the euphoria she so very much deserved. Her pleasure tasted even better than getting off himself.

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Dreaming was the worst thing in the world. Dreaming was when your brain decided to delve into the darkest secrets of your mind and play with them. Making up all sorts of scenarios to which the dreamer would not know what was real or fake. Dreams stole your voice and your heart, and crushed your soul.

So Zaire stopped dreaming altogether. 

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"Can i take your clothes off?" Consent. He wanted, or rather needed, her to give him permission. It was sexier if she wanted him, needed him, giving him permission was a way to show that.

When she said yes he pulled her shirt up and over her head. Taking a moment to take in her beauty, pale and slender, Roman then went for her bra. Once she was exposed Roman moved in to kiss the valley between her breasts. He then kissed lower and lower before getting to her pants. His hands were respectful, not greedily grasping what he wanted like an animal. And yet when it came to her pants he slowly undid them, taking his time painfully slow as dual colored eyes watched her. Once the zipper and button were undone, Roman pulled her pants off while kissing every inch that was exposed, trailing down her leg instead of touching where he could tell she most passionately wanted him. He had to save the best for last.

Once Zaire was completely undressed, Roman pulled his own shirt off and tossed it aside before moving between her legs again, this time his hands leading the way as they smoothed up her legs until he got to her hips.

"You wanted me to taste you, right?" God did he want to please her, to show he could go slow. He didnt want to hurt her and there was going to be nothing painful about what he was going to do next.

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Dreaming was the worst thing in the world. Dreaming was when your brain decided to delve into the darkest secrets of your mind and play with them. Making up all sorts of scenarios to which the dreamer would not know what was real or fake. Dreams stole your voice and your heart, and crushed your soul.

So Zaire stopped dreaming altogether. 

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His heart was pounding against his chest. Wetting his lips with the tip of his tongue, Roman wondered if his heart was as loud to Zaire as it was inside his own ears. Losing track of whose heart was beating to what rhythm, Roman moved his hands down her body before slowly moving her legs so she was straddling him. Surely they were moving too fast, surely he was listening to his body instead of his brain. He never wanted to take advantage of Zaire, of her feelings or her body. He wanted what she wanted, but right now they both wanted something physical and emotional. It really was emotional as well. 

“This is real life.” Roman said before breaking away and nuzzling his stubbled cheek against her neck. His lips pressed against the base of her neck, planting a kiss there. His kisses then trailed along the length of her collar bone until he got to her shoulder. “It’s not a dream.” More kisses, this time trailing down her arm. Would he be all hers? Yes, a thousand times yes. 

“Would you want me to be yours?” Roman asked, his hands moving to her legs and moving to pick her up only to turn around and lay her onto her back. She wanted him to taste her, he wanted that too. There were too many clothes in the way, however, and he hooked his thumbs with her shirt to pull it up. Slowly. Everything was slow. Every change was hesitant, ready for her to tell him to stop. He would stop if she asked him to, however his kisses moved slowly to her bare stomach as she lay on the bed. He should stop. He shouldn’t do just as he pleased. They had to fight their physical desires but god did she really taste good. 

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Dreaming was the worst thing in the world. Dreaming was when your brain decided to delve into the darkest secrets of your mind and play with them. Making up all sorts of scenarios to which the dreamer would not know what was real or fake. Dreams stole your voice and your heart, and crushed your soul.

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There was a small frown when she admitted her ‘favorite’ breakfast food. That sounded more like a ‘usual’ than a ‘favorite’ but he’d let it pass for now. The frown was instantly gone when she explained she’d much rather sleep in nothing. He wouldn’t mind that, wouldn’t mind seeing her in his shirts either. She was so tiny, she’d likely be swimming in his shirt for sure. He looked down at the clothes she was still in, wanting to remove them. Not to ravish her, even though he wanted that too, but so she could get more comfortable. 

“Mm not slow enough?” He asked before leaning in, not to kiss her but to press his head against her’s. She felt so good in his arms, felt so good to his touch. She smelled good too, sounded good. She felt right. Why didn’t she feel the same way? Maybe it was a wolfy thing, maybe she’d been hurt too many times and she couldn’t trust when things were right, when things were real. Or maybe he was just diving in like he always did, maybe he was letting it go to his head. 

“Maybe we could move out?” Definitely too fast. He looked away from the beauty of her eyes he hadn’t realized he’d gotten lost in. Taking a breath, Roman leaned back. “Too fast. I’m sorry. Um..I think It’s your turn.” This wasn’t a good game because the questions he really wanted answers to were too dangerous to ask. Too fast. Too forward. He wanted to kiss her but he refrained. 

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Dreaming was the worst thing in the world. Dreaming was when your brain decided to delve into the darkest secrets of your mind and play with them. Making up all sorts of scenarios to which the dreamer would not know what was real or fake. Dreams stole your voice and your heart, and crushed your soul.

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Why? Instead of answering he cupped his hand against her cheek, his work worn thumb smoothing across her cheek bone. Wasnt it obvious? He wanted to kiss her, wanted to show her why Washington was suddenly his favorite place.

Instead she said it was his turn to ask her a question. She had asked what, three questions? A smile played on his lips as he moved his hand from her cheek to wrapping around her waist.

"What is your favorite breakfast food? Do you prefer pajamas or regular clothes to sleep in? And uh....do you want to move in?" Shit...shit that's not moving slow. Fuck.

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Dreaming was the worst thing in the world. Dreaming was when your brain decided to delve into the darkest secrets of your mind and play with them. Making up all sorts of scenarios to which the dreamer would not know what was real or fake. Dreams stole your voice and your heart, and crushed your soul.

So Zaire stopped dreaming altogether. 

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Being a werewolf had it’s perks and it’s drawbacks. Roman could smell her attraction, could read her body language as her eyes lingered and her heart beat became elevated. His breath caught for a moment as her fingers traced his jawline, her pupils dilating with desire. When she let out a sigh and started to fire questions his way, Roman couldn���t help but chuckle some. 

Slow. They had to go slow. That’s what she wanted. 

“Mmm well...” Why was he here? A werewolf from the opposite side of the US in forever cold and wet Washington state? “My sister and I are originally from Georgia. That’s where our pack was from.” He didn’t want to turn this into a horror story or a sappy sad one. He licked his lips briefly, trying to find the proper words. “Hunters came and I got Bee* out of there. We spent some time in Texas after that then LA and then here.” They’d spent time elsewhere however those were places he’s spent any length of time in. Those were the places he’s called home. 

“So far this is my favorite.” Not because of his job or because of the scenery. It was because of the woman in his lap. Had it not been for Washington he wouldn’t have met Zaire. His heart skipped a beat at that thought. Was that really the case?

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Dreaming was the worst thing in the world. Dreaming was when your brain decided to delve into the darkest secrets of your mind and play with them. Making up all sorts of scenarios to which the dreamer would not know what was real or fake. Dreams stole your voice and your heart, and crushed your soul.

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Slow. They needed to take it slow. He didn’t want to hurt her, neither physically nor emotionally. Turning moreso to look towards Zaire, Roman let out a small sigh and then wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling him into his lap. It was slow for some but still so fast for Roman. He wanted to move faster, for Zaire he wanted to move at the speed of light. He moved some hair away from her face, tucking it behind her ears. 

“Okay. Lets get to know eachother. Wh-what do you want to know?” He didn’t want to dive in and sound like one of those stupid dating websites. Long walks on the beach and all that jazz. 

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Dreaming was the worst thing in the world. Dreaming was when your brain decided to delve into the darkest secrets of your mind and play with them. Making up all sorts of scenarios to which the dreamer would not know what was real or fake. Dreams stole your voice and your heart, and crushed your soul.

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Typically the wolf didn’t like anyone behind him. It was dangerous. The enemy, which was essentially almost anyone, must be in front at all times. If they get behind you then you can’t see what they’re doing which could end catastrophically. Zaire wasn’t the enemy though. Although she was a witch, one that could likely bind him and make him her obedient pet, she wouldn’t do that. He felt comfort when she moved to sit beside him, resting against his back. He took in a deep breath and turned his head to glance at her. 

Take it slow. That’s probably the best thing to do. Granted Roman was very much the type of person to take it slow...that is...until he found someone worth his time. While Roman as a person tried to be cautious, tried to ask questions questions first, the wolf was as dominant as they came and liked to throw punches first. Questions could come after. For once Roman and the wolf both wanted to dive head first, though Roman knew he shouldn’t. 

“20 questions?” He knew, in theory, what she was talking about. He’d never played it before but he knew it was just a rapid succession of questions to get to know someone. Roman was a little old school and preferred having a conversation but he was game to play, especially if it helped Zaire. 

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Dreaming was the worst thing in the world. Dreaming was when your brain decided to delve into the darkest secrets of your mind and play with them. Making up all sorts of scenarios to which the dreamer would not know what was real or fake. Dreams stole your voice and your heart, and crushed your soul.

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As she reclaimed his lips Roman was ready to throw in the towel as far as holding back was concerned. The wolf wanted to go full steam ahead but Roman was...hesitant. It had been a while since he was with a woman, he didn’t want to make any mistakes. He also didn’t want her thinking poorly of him. So when she pulled away he breathed in sharply and tried to center himself. 

With their cheeks pressed against eachother, Roman let out the breath nodded his head as she said he was dangerous. There was a pain in his chest at the idea, not because he was emotionally dangerous which was likely what she meant but because he was physically dangerous. Roman knew very well that he could harm her in so many ways if he wasn’t careful. Was that why she stopped?

Pulling away, Roman sat on the edge of the bed as he looked her over. It pained him to put the physical distance between them. He wanted her close, wanted to never let her go. And yet he was cautious, something the dominant wolf rarely was when it came with anyone. 

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Dreaming was the worst thing in the world. Dreaming was when your brain decided to delve into the darkest secrets of your mind and play with them. Making up all sorts of scenarios to which the dreamer would not know what was real or fake. Dreams stole your voice and your heart, and crushed your soul.

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He didn’t know how to help her and it frustrated him beyond belief. If he understood more about magic, if it hadn’t terrified the wolf and made him keep as far away from it as possible, maybe he’d be able to help or knew someone who could. Roman let out a sigh of frustration, trying his hardest not to show the other just how helpless he felt. Roman cared about her deeply, moreso than he realized, and the fact that he couldn’t help her hurt him. 

As she looked up at him again, instead of his hands and staring into space, Roman looked deep into her eyes. As Zaire confessed that she wanted to kiss him, Roman took no moment of hesitation to lean in and claim her lips. His heart pounded hard against his chest and his head felt dizzy. It was like she’d put him under a spell only he was completely willing. She did things to his heart, to his head, things he’d never really felt before. 

“I’m sorry..” He breathed out the words barely louder than a whisper as he realized he’d just kissed her without actually saying anything. She’d simply said she wanted to kiss him, not actually giving him permission in the matter. He swallowed back those thoughts though as his dual colored eyes looked longingly into her own eyes, almost begging for her to allow him to kiss her again. 

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Dreaming was the worst thing in the world. Dreaming was when your brain decided to delve into the darkest secrets of your mind and play with them. Making up all sorts of scenarios to which the dreamer would not know what was real or fake. Dreams stole your voice and your heart, and crushed your soul.

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Roman took everything in as the other was telling him what happened. He tried to focus on her words, however her touch was extremely distracting. When she mentioned that whenever she’d looked into her family, into her past, it was sealed up tight. He nodded some when she mentioned that he was likely involved in the same thing happening with other supernatural happenings. It most definitely sounded like something the supernatural community wouldn’t want to be found out by the mundanes. In some cases in order to keep things tightly wrapped up it was sealed off to even those involved or other supernaturals. Roman wondered if he could put her mind at ease and get access to it. 

When she mentioned that she could die from a trance like that, the wolf inside of him growled internally. Roman’s eyebrows knit together and his hand that had previously been relaxed and open for her to play with was suddenly tense. Was there a way to prevent that? He didn’t like the fact that a ghost had such a strong connection in the matter. 

“How can you prevent it from happening?” The mere thought of having a witch coming into his home and spelling it made the wolf inside tense, worried. But if it could give Zaire somewhere safe to stay he’d be willing to put himself at risk in the process. He’d just have to make sure Alice was away safely until he could make sure nothing bad would happen to them. 

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Dreaming was the worst thing in the world. Dreaming was when your brain decided to delve into the darkest secrets of your mind and play with them. Making up all sorts of scenarios to which the dreamer would not know what was real or fake. Dreams stole your voice and your heart, and crushed your soul.

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Eyebrows knit together as Roman looked down at Zaire. He knew the question was bound to come up, why wouldn’t it? They hadn’t known eachother long, that was true. And yet every part of him wanted to protect her, both his human and his wolf side. Roman tried to look inside of himself to see what had compelled him to kiss her but honestly it’s not like he went around kissing just anyone. He’d been in dangerous situations with plenty of people, had saved plenty of people, spent a decent amount of time with plenty of people. She was different than most people though, there was something about her that made him want to kiss her. Not to mate with her, not necessarily, but even his wolf liked her in comparison to a mate. He figured if there wasn’t a wolf out there for them that the witch would do. 

“I...I don’t know.” It was rare that Roman gave that answer. Even if he didn’t know the answer to something he’d find something he did know to answer. He rarely let anyone see him as vulnerable or unknowing. And yet he felt like he could show that side to Zaire, that she wouldn’t take advantage of his lack of knowledge of his own weaknesses. She was a witch though, surely witches were bound to find any sort of weakness they could take advantage of. 

“I’m not the type to kiss just anyone for just any reason.” Surely she knew that, right? She was something special. “You’re not just anyone Zaire. I don’t...normally...believe in fate. But maybe there was something that brought us together that night.” Maybe he needed someone that made him feel more human...made him want to be alive for more than just his sister. Not that Roman needed a reason to live but at least now there was more to life than work. 

It seemed there was more going on than just why they had kissed though. Eyebrows knit tighter together as he smoothed some hair out of her face, his thumb brushing against her temple softly and then trailing down to her jawline. He wanted to kiss her again, a feeling deep in his chest he’d rarely felt before. “What happened Zaire? Was it a nightmare or...?” He didn’t want to bring up bad memories but he needed to know what she was dealing with. 

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Dreaming was the worst thing in the world. Dreaming was when your brain decided to delve into the darkest secrets of your mind and play with them. Making up all sorts of scenarios to which the dreamer would not know what was real or fake. Dreams stole your voice and your heart, and crushed your soul.

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Normally Roman could power through anything. Bare his teeth and fight his way through. If he couldn’t fight his way out of a situation there was always his charm where he could talk his way out. Typically it was easier to fight than to talk his way out of a situation. That being said, this was one where he could neither talk nor fight a situation. He struggled when he couldn’t be in control of a situation, when he didn’t know what to do. 

Luckily Zaire was able to calm down. He wished he could squeeze her pieces back together and fix her, however he knew it would take more than that. Roman wanted so desperately to protect her and every time she was hurt, every time she had an issue he felt like he was falling short of protecting her. This was why he couldn’t have a pack. If Roman couldn’t protect one witch how was he going to protect an entire pack of wolves? 

“Shhh it’s okay. You’re fine, everything is okay.” He wasn’t sure if he was trying to reassure the other or himself, however Roman held her close still, not wanting to let her go, not wanting her to feel whatever it had been she was feeling before. Had it been a dream or like before when she’d been burning up. Witches were difficult because ontop of being human, on top of struggling with the regular things people struggled with, they were also connected in the world in a very mystical way that added extra struggles to the mix that he couldn’t understand. 

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Dreaming was the worst thing in the world. Dreaming was when your brain decided to delve into the darkest secrets of your mind and play with them. Making up all sorts of scenarios to which the dreamer would not know what was real or fake. Dreams stole your voice and your heart, and crushed your soul.

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Roman was worried. The witch assured him she would wake, that the potion was going to make her sleep through the pain while her body healed, however Roman didn’t like it. Roman wasn’t a fan of magic to begin with, add in the fact that Zaire slept so long made him more and more worried. What if she didn’t wake up?

Pacing the living room with Pumpkin sitting at the doorway, Roman kept an ear open for the bedroom. He’d gotten a couple days off ‘to heal’ after the accident, however most of his work knew what he was and knew he didn’t need to take that time for himself. Those that knew him on a more personal level were only mildly privy to the fact that he’d been with a woman in the vehicle, a mortal (ish) woman who had been injured. 

Roman was able to sense the change with Zaire as she slept. His pacing stopped and he stared at the door, listening to what was going in in the living room. Suddenly she started gasping and Roman was to the door and inside as she started to claw at her throat. Roman was instantly at her side, holding her hand with one of his as he leaned over her. He checked her airways briefly to make sure there was nothing actually blocking her airways. 

Roman then wondered the way she’d so suddenly changed before, back when they first met. The fear in her eyes, the utter pain there, he wondered if it was the same or if she was reacting to the potion or something else. She didn’t seem to have signs of other sorts of issues like a seizure or anything else. There was a large part of Roman that panicked, not knowing what to do. He was a police officer with very basic medical knowledge, enough to keep someone alive long enough for EMT’s to get there. 

“Zaire...Zaire please...” He pulled her against his chest, fighting with her hands so she wouldn’t harm herself any more than she already was. He couldn’t drag her to somewhere safe like he had before. He had to find a way to help her and hope and pray it was something magical rather than her having a medical emergency. 

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Dreaming was the worst thing in the world. Dreaming was when your brain decided to delve into the darkest secrets of your mind and play with them. Making up all sorts of scenarios to which the dreamer would not know what was real or fake. Dreams stole your voice and your heart, and crushed your soul.

So Zaire stopped dreaming altogether. 

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