Xander's Cross, Oregon: a small town ringed with forbidding mountains and misty forest. The sky may be gray, but the townspeople are welcoming to people of all kinds...and things that are not quite human as well. Here the native shifters, aliens, werewolves, and witches live in peace. They have yet to find out the new business owners encroaching on the land are also vampires.
The peace has been broken by murder, however, and things in Xander's Cross are about to become quite a bit darker.
Welcome to your new home.
is it better to out-monster the monster or to be quietly devoured?
August 20, 2020
The mayor, Rowan Starkwood, was found dead less than a mile from his home. Rumors say his body was mutilated, but the state of the body has not yet been released to the public.
Post by Paige Anderson on Sept 10, 2020 19:37:05 GMT -5
Paige nodded her head, looking like she wan an all knowing genie from the way her ponty tail bobbed up and down with the motion. “I will reveal all my dance secrets in due time.” She said, highly amused as she watched him eat that milkshake. If he was as stubborn as she thought he was, he wouldn’t give up so easily on knowing. Ensuring at least one other meetup outside of the clinic.
“I would!” She said grinning widely. Wondering what sort of hidden talent he might have. He was going to torture her with the not knowing, but she supposed it was only fair for not telling him what dances she enjoyed. She liked that he was laughing, even if it was in a little huff. It was a much better mood then the original tension between them when they came in here. She began to lightly drum her fingers against her stomach and one of her legs began to bounce up and down. That need to move some part of her body overriding the ability to sit still. “Sooooo,” She drew out, sitting forward again to rest her elbows on the table. Her hands were still clasped together and she leaned her temple against them as a smirk crossed her face and she narrowed those greens at him. “You don’t actually know if you're bad or not?” She said, wanting to clarify.
Wrong thing to say Cal….
“Mmmkay, good to know.” I’ll be the judge of whether or not you're a bad dancer Hunt. A coy smile appeared on her face, and her leg just began to bounce even more until it was practically jumping up and down on the seat. “I’ll add watching you dance to my bucket list.” The leg stopped abruptly and that grin of hers turned more mischievous. “Ya know. To see if you’re bad or not.”
In due time, she said. There it was again, as if this was going to be a frequent thing. Maybe for a moment there he was alright with it but he was beginning to remember why he wasn't so keen on getting close to anyone. So, he simply huffed out another small laugh and said nothing in response. Nothing that would agree or argue and start up that whole ordeal from before. Cal hadn't liked that and what it was swiftly doing to him. She was right, though...he was stubborn and curious, and he might even fall into this damn trap again.
They would see...all in due time.
Cal noted her sudden fidgeting that seemed to grow worse, and he looked down at her lap and that twitching leg. Well, she was certainly correct about not being able to remain still. He was surprised those wounds of hers weren't worse.
"What?" She had asked a question but it didn't seem like she was really waiting for him to clarify. And in that moment, he realized he had set foot into some sort of trap. He could see it in her eyes and the way she smiled. Well, shit. Stop being so stupidly honest, Cal."Believe me, you don't want that," he answered after a moment, finishing up that milkshake. "It's good that I just stay off the dance floor..." A pause, those dark eyes shifted sidelong to her. "Or pole. Whatever it is you do."That got a slightly bigger laugh from him as he shoved the now empty glass to the middle of the table.
To be honest, he didn't much like the ball not being in his court. As a lone wolf, he needed to maintain control of nearly every situation and Paige was trying to make him forget that. Nuh uh. So, the doc turned in his seat then once more to face her, his mouth curled up in that telltale smirk. "I'll let you have one guess as to what my-" He leaned in just a little for effect, his voice dropping a little. "Secret talent is."
Post by Paige Anderson on Sept 12, 2020 14:19:47 GMT -5
“Ah Ah ah! You said you probably can’t dance. Meaning you don’t know if your bad or not yet. I’ll get you on a dance floor eventually.” She reminded him quickly. She caught those dark eyes shifting towards her then, and his laugh, that resulted in raised eyebrows of amusement. “Oh you really want to know don’t you?” She grinned mischievously. She had a sudden thought it was a good thing they weren’t on the base in Texas. Paige was quickly finding how determined she was to see the doc dance. Already having idea’s of seeing if she could borrow Dane’s keys to the studio, or having Nolan let her in late to show Hunt some simple dance moves. The eclectic slide was an easy dance to teach, he could do it surely.
She shocked herself, realizing she was already coming up with a list of moves to teach him and nearly missed the way he was turning towards her again. Pulling herself from her thoughts she narrowed her eyes playfully at Cal, and couldn’t help the grin that spread across her face. Oh she liked this one. Whether he wanted to be friends or not, Paige was quickly seeing how fun of a friendship this could be if he just gave in. She’d just have to be more annoying.
Her eyes raked over him once more, trying to think about what he might be secretly good at. Juggling? Music maybe? Lord if the man could sing with that already deep husky voice of his….She was going to be done for. Could he make his tongue look like a clover? That was a thing some people could do right? Celebrity impersonations? It had to be something he didn’t look the type for…
She leaned forward, without skipping a beat, and placed a finger over his lips to halt any remarks. “Smart-ass answer, Being an intolerable prick, which I’ve yet to see and I know a lot of intolerable assholes. So the jury is still out.” She used the choice of words he’d used in their earlier conversation. She wasn’t looking to start that backup again though. “Serious and actual answer,” She grinned. “You either paint or draw. I’m going to guess with charcoal. It’s nice and messy, but creates some beautiful sketches.” She said. Paige then pulled her finger away from his lips, waiting expectantly to see if she was right or not.
His lips pursed as she called him out. He had said "probably", didn't he? Still, he didn't mean it like that and now she was trapping him anyway. Dark eyes were narrowing slightly at her again, trying to come up with some sort of response to that, one he already knew he didn't have. "Sure, darlin'. Good luck with that." He didn't do these outings very often, if at all, so it was likely never to happen again. Let alone getting him anywhere near a dance floor. Cal was laughing a little after, shaking his head in fake denial. "Well, yeah...I'm a little curious, sure." He wasn't going to lie, but he'd get over it if he never found out.
Still, to distract himself, he was reaching over to wipe the inside of the milkshake glass with his finger, stopping just for a moment as he brought it back to his mouth. She'd yet to see the intolerable prick? "You haven't given me reason to be a prick yet," he told her. His voice had dropped a little, maybe even faltered because it was that lingering idea of knowing it was bound to happen. Cal shoved people away, all besides Blake, so if Paige still thought she could be buddy-buddy, she was bound to see that side of him. It would just suit them both best if she didn't bother to try.
Attempting to push away these thoughts, he forced himself to grin before she was pressing a finger against his mouth. Well, that hushed him immediately. Those eyes were studying her face for a second while his shoulders rose and fell in silent laughter as she tried to guess his own talent. He certainly had one- whether he was actually good or not was the real question, though. Cal had a strange, fleeting need to snatch her retreating hand after she answered, but instead, he stuck the tip of his finger into his mouth to savor that small bit of milkshake that was left, still watching her as if he wanted the suspense to remain a little while longer.
"Nope. You're so cold," the doc finally replied. Drawing definitely wasn't a skill of his. "The extent of my drawing skills are fairly decent stick figures." A light chuckle, he glanced down at his watch for a brief moment out of habit. It wasn't terribly late or anything, but this was already getting too friendly. As nice as it has been, he still couldn't allow it. "Now you may never know," Cal tried to make it sound like a tease instead of a dismissal.
Post by Paige Anderson on Sept 16, 2020 13:08:02 GMT -5
Yet. Being the key word there. She knew almost instantly, from the first ten minutes of speaking to him that he wasn’t going to make it easy on her worming her way in. Honestly? She should just stop. She was going to leave eventually, as that’s just what she did. She hadn’t been home for more than a week in a very long time, too busy living on base wherever they needed her except for when she could visit home. She was only home this time until she could get this head docs approval that she was good to go back, and then? Sianara Dr. Hunt. It would have been the smart choice, only this was Paige. It didn’t matter if she left or not. She was going to make him remember what being in a pack felt like. What it could mean for him, and then maybe, if she did leave, Cal would already be familiar with Louis and Tuck and they’d watch over him in her stead. She was going to be the biggest pain in his ass he’d ever had the pleasure of meeting.
Paige waited as patiently as she could while he took his time to answer her, and she found her eyes had trailed down to where that finger was currently being sucked on by his mouth. Her same finger had been there just moments before and she was suddenly having wild thoughts and may or may not have suddenly been feeling disappointed he wasn’t sucking milkshake off her- woooooah girl! Jaysus Paige, do you need to think like that? Apparently the answer was yes, and she was quickly telling herself the only reason was because she hadn’t been laid in a while. That was the only reason, obviously.
She scowled, more at herself then anything until she realized she had guessed wrong and the scowl dropped. “Damn, you look like the secret artist type.” She laughed lightly, catching him check his watch. Her eyes drifted to a clock on the far wall, and she noted the time. He probably had an early day tomorrow of saving lives or giving flu shots. She narrowed her eyes slightly at him. “Oh I’ll know eventu-“ The sound of a glass breaking filled the air from behind the diner counter as it sounded like one of the plastic bins had been dropped. What was normally something that occasionally happened in diners, and should have been expected, had a different effect on Paige as it startled her. She jumped in her seat- a normal reaction to a loud unexpected noise; only her hand instantly reached forward and grabbed the steak knife that came with the burgers. Her eyes were frantic for a second, looking for the possible signs of danger. There had been a rush of adrenaline and her breathing had picked up for a second, her heart thundering in her ears. Ready to leap into action at a moment's notice at the first sign of danger.
As fast as it came, it was suddenly gone, and she visibly relaxed once she remembered where she was and that it was fine. She glanced down at where her hand was at on the knife and pretended to adjust it on the plate instead. “You forget Cal, I’m pushy. I’ll find out eventually.” She added with a small smirk before she put her hands in her lap. She took a deep breath, feeling the adrenaline leave her body. “Early day tomorrow?” She asked. Feeling like it was probably best if they started moseying on out of the diner. She figured she’d drilled him with enough questions for one night and didn’t want him to start asking his own.
"I suppose I am artistic...in a way," he added. Cal wouldn't elaborate any more than that, but he couldn't help the smirk that was curling up the corner of his mouth. The wolf wasn't an idiot- he knew very well what playing a guitar did to women. It was like the best pickup line ever, it was an immediate turn on for most of them, and he wouldn't question it. Yet, he wasn't throwing it around like some others might. For a brief moment, he wondered if it would work on Paige, though. Of course, he was just curiously amused over the idea, that was all. Was she the type? Or would she go all "I'm woman, hear me roar" and not find those typical things appealing?
But you'll never find out, Hunt.
Cal, too, jumped at the sudden shattering of glass, but her reaction was far worse. He barely registered that his arm reached over, a hand clamping down on that knife wielding wrist as just a precaution, his grasp still light and more of just a subtle warning or comfort. His heart was thudding a little inside his chest and only pulled his hand away when he felt her begin to relax. He said nothing, he didn't bother to point it out and let her keep her dignity, because if anyone understood, it was him.
"Sure, sure..." Cal said quietly, not arguing with her this time. There was little need. At her question, he sighed lightly. "It's always an early day for me." After a moment of quiet thought, he began to inch his way out of the booth, reaching into his back pocket for his wallet. He drew out a couple of twenties, enough to pay for the dinner and a generous tip before he was canting his head towards the door. "C'mon." It was a suggestion, but maybe he was worried she'd get spooked again. In truth, she could get spooked anywhere, but a change of scenery often helped him. If she was willing, he'd grab his coat follow her out of the diner.
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Post by Paige Anderson on Sept 16, 2020 15:02:55 GMT -5
Given his profession, Paige should have expected that answer. She watched him curiously as he began to inch his way out of the booth, and she was quick to follow suit. Especially after he started digging out his wallet and putting those twenties on the table. “Huh uh, my treat. I tortured you enough, it’s the least I could do for dragging you out here.” She told him, rising to her feet as he nodded motioned with his head towards the door. She pursed her lips, narrowing her eyes slightly as she watched him grab his jacket.
She quickly snatched his money up off the table, reaching into her own pocket and dropping the money she’d brought with her on it, and folded his twenties back up, before she was slipping behind him, and shoving his money in his back pocket. Not taking no for an answer. She then grabbed her skateboard and started making her way out of the diner. Waving at Mason on her way out.
Once outside the diner, Paige took a deep breath as the scents and sounds of outside reached her senses. She didn’t know what was worse, being out in the open, or stuck in a corner of a diner. She forced another deep breath out of her lungs, willing the last of the adrenaline to fade away. She held the skateboard in front of her and glanced up at Cal. “Well, that wasn’t so bad was it?” She asked. A small smile appearing on her face. “Save for the bumpy intro, I think it went quite well. And look, it didn’t kill you.” She gasped as if she was shocked. She arched her brows at him expectantly, almost daring him to say otherwise.
He ignored her about the money. It really wasn't that big of a deal, but he figured if he didn't acknowledge it, she wouldn't argue, so he kept moving until he felt her hand shove the twenties into his back pocket. That certainly wasn't taking "no" for an answer, and made his brow shoot up in slight surprise. "Damn, Anderson, buy me dinner fi- oh-" Cal paused for just a brief, amused second as he glanced back over to her with that cheeky grin. "Guess you already did." Of course, because she paid for dinner, he was going to feel like he owed her...and he didn't like owing people anything. But that was something he wasn't going to voice outright at the moment.
When they were outside, the humor slowly dissipated from his features and he watched her carefully. "You alright?" He purposely didn't insinuate anything in that question because he didn't want to blatantly point out what he had seen back in there, yet at the same time, Paige would know he was asking.
Slowly, Cal began to make his way back over to his bike, facing forward so that she couldn't see him rolling his eyes. No, it hadn't been that bad despite the bumpy intro, but that wasn't the point. 'And look, it didn't kill you.' Reaching the motorcycle, he turned to regard her with playfully narrowed eyes. "I dunno, jury's still out on that one." That seemed to be the statement of the night. Then that dark gaze dropped to the skateboard, gesturing towards it with a tilt of his chin. "Can I give ya a lift? Using that thing isn't entirely taking it easy...like I told you to do." Every time she had to dip her leg down to push off the ground could shift her hips and joints the wrong way. He should've known she didn't listen very well, though.
Post by Paige Anderson on Sept 18, 2020 13:07:05 GMT -5
Green eyes had drifted over to Cal at his question. It was a simple one, and she knew immediately what he was really asking. She may have pretended like she didn’t notice, but she certainly had seen his hand wrap around her wrist in the diner when the breaking of the glass had startled her. If she was being honest she might have said she was still a little shook, but she had an expert poker face from years of practice with pretending everything was just right as rain in Paige land. “Yeah, only been on home soil for a week, still adjusting to broken glasses over the sound of artillery fire.” There was an attempt at humor there, some people could make the civilian adjustment a lot easier than others. There were a million things to take into consideration, different statistics, different situations, and she had a number of docs all pointing a finger at her that she’d have one of the harder times adjusting. Not only had she been in a open combat zone multiple times, but she’d been wounded and this was her second near-fatal incident. Neon signs were pointing at her being a walking case of PTSD, she wasn’t about to admit too.
She was fine, she’d deal with it.
She slowly followed after him as he started towards his bike, admiring it once again before she came to stop. She couldn’t help but laugh as he said the jury was still out. “Well, it’s a good thing your a Doc then right?” She asked. If the jury decided to kill him he at least stood a chance at maybe living. And just like that, he was slipping into doc mode. Finally making comments on her “ride” for the night. She gave a sheepish grin, putting her weight on her good leg. “What happened to being off the clock?” She asked with a tilt to her head. She had a hunch though he never turned the doctoring off. It would be hard to she supposed given his profession. “It’s Not That far.” She added, as if a five-minute skateboard ride would make all the difference to her hip. He was offering though…. She should say no. Her parents really didn’t live that far from the diner. Buuut it would give her a smidge more time with him too, and she’d be lying if she said she didn’t want a few more minutes to try and win him over.
Those green hues flickered from Cal to the bike, she purses her lips in thought, pondering over if she was going to take the ride or not. Her head canted to the other side. “Do I get to drive?” She asked as an impish smile appeared on her face.
Although she had tried to joke, Cal didn't laugh. He knew what it was like. Every now and then, he still knew what it was like even if it only happened on rare occasions. It had taken him awhile to adjust to normal civilian life, and it hadn't been easy. Especially after Brianna. Things seemed to spiral out of control for different reasons for him now, and only Blake seemed to have an idea as to why.
Yet, after reading Paige's file, seeing her injuries, just knowing what she must have seen and gone through...no, she was not fine. It was and wasn't his place to say so. Despite mentioning her injury briefly a moment ago, he was in fact off the clock. He wasn't her doctor right now out here, and attempting to give his medical opinion on the matter probably wouldn't be met in kind. Cal didn't want to part ways like that. When she came back to the clinic, he would deal with it then. "Sorry, force of habit, I suppose," he told her.
When she had begun to protest the offer for a ride, he shrugged lightly and started to reach for his helmet. Then she asked that question and he regarded her with a glance over his shoulder, watching her curiously. It was probably a bad idea, but...he was still mulling it over anyway. "You ever ride one before?" And he obviously didn't mean as passenger. There was a spare helmet strapped to the back, and he was very slowly going for it. The offer of a ride still stood, but whether she was riding bitch or not was still up in the air. Maybe a part of him was a bit too curious.
Post by Paige Anderson on Sept 22, 2020 14:13:45 GMT -5
Paige shrugged her shoulders. “No need to say sorry Doc, some habits are hard to break.” She smiled at him. She wasn’t annoyed or anything at him reminding her to take it easy. If it wasn’t him it would be her parents once they realized she’d used the skateboard and didn’t walk like they thought she’d been doing in the first place.
Paige watched Cal as he started to reach for his helmet and then looked at her. The grin on her face was all the answer he would need. Paige was nothing but secrets that evening, but this one she supposed she could divulge him to this one. “We had dirt bikes growing up, Which I know is not the same.” She pointed out as she took a few slow steps closer, Walking around to admire the bike more. “Yours is far prettier then the Kawasaki KLR 650’s we had on base.” She still hadn’t given him a definitive answer yet. “Our Artillery spotters used them to get to different check in points, and they were faaast.” She said wistfully. Her eyes flickered up to Cal’s face, and a small coy smile on her face. “Been a hot minute since I was allowed to drive one.” She admitted.
She could practically feel the wind in her face, her braid whipping around behind her as her and C.J raced down the straight stretch of road. The other guys and Tank all waiting for them to turn around and come racing back. She could still feel the way that adrenaline flooded through her veins as she whipped that bike around, planting a foot on the ground as she pivoted that bike in a turn before she went speeding back down towards the others. There was a smile as she remembered Owen showing up to scold them about waiting the government's money for fuel for their little fun, but what were they to do? “How long have you had yours for?” She asked curiously.
"Of course it's prettier," he answered. Cal was almost offended that she even needed to point that out. "Because it's American made." Well, guess the wolf was showing how much he preferred American over anything. At least with motorcycles. "This isn't like those grumbling, whining-sounding Japanese shits." Yep, definitely American-made.
He unstrapped the spare helmet before turning to face her as she rounded about to the other side, and Paige would come to face those dark eyes and telltale smirk. He really, really shouldn't comment, but that mouth was already moving before he could stop himself. "Guaranteed you haven't truly ridden a bike until you've ridden a Harley..." A step closer, he was gently pressing the helmet against her chest, angling his head down just a little bit. "That deep...rumbling beneath you...like your own wolf is threatening to separate from your body. Until you adjust, find the right speed, and it's nothing but the wind and your own thoughts." Had his voice deepened a little?
Whoops.
The corner of his lips curled up just a little bit more from his own amusement and he was dangling the key in front of her. "Have a go-" Cal paused to quickly add, "Just around the parking lot." Last thing he needed was for her to get hurt or cause an accident without a proper license. That would look poorly on him, you know.
Post by Paige Anderson on Oct 3, 2020 0:50:02 GMT -5
Paige couldn’t help but snicker about Cal’s american made comments. Clearly he loved his country, and she stowed away that little bit of information about him that she was able to gather. She watched him take his spare helmet and unclasp the strap before he was taking a step closer and pressing into her chest. She looked down at the helmet curiously, before her green eyes flickered up to those ocher colored eyes of his. Noting how he angled in a bit closer.
If Paige didn’t know any better she’d say he was describing riding something else instead of a Harley. Why yes. Yes his voice had in fact deepened even more then it already was. This damn man was going to turn her into a freaking puddle outside the diner just by using that tone of voice. He could be talking about the Pythagorean Theorem or how cheese was made, and she’d probably turn into a puddle then too. Dammit Doc… “You talkin about Harley’s or sex there Hunt?” She asked quietly, a look of mischief crossing her features. Had she seriously just said that? Well...This was Paige they were talking about...
Suddenly there was a key dangled in front of her and her eyes focused on it. A look of surprise crossed her face for a split second, before pure, childlike glee graced her features. She reached up and snatched the key from him. “Just around the parking lot.” She repeated, she finally took the helmet with one hand, while holding the skateboard with the other. “Here, trade.” She told him, handing it off while she worked on pulled the helmet over her head. She could feel it loosen her ponytail but she didn’t care, and practically bounced on the bite as she startled it. Finding the key ignition, she put in it and gave it a turn before the bike roared to life.
He wasn’t kidding about that rumble. She used her heel to lift the stand and slowly began to back the bike out of the parking spot. Her head on a swivel as she looked around for any traffic or pedestrians making their way back to their vehicles, or coming to the diner. Once she was out of the spot, she turned the handles. Her adrenaline was already beginning to pump through her veins with excitement. The Harley was certainly a bit bigger than the Kawasaki, and Paige didn’t have to lean over as much as she had on that bike. She got herself quickly settled, she revved the throttle, a giant grin on her face despite the helmet obscuring it. She lifted her feet of the ground and….
Away she flew.
She didn’t go that fast, as they were in a parking lot, and it had been a while since she’d ridden one, but she certainly hadn’t forgotten. The bike was alive beneath her, and in away it was giving her life. She’d been cooped up in a hospital for three months and then sent home. What was the saying? Enjoy the little things? A few laps around the parking lot was certainly something she was enjoying. She didn’t know how long she was on the bike for, but she certainly went around and around in circles around that parking lot. Getting a feel for it, but what she really wanted, was to see what it could really do. She didn’t think Cal would appreciate her hijacking his bike…
After the last curve of the parking lot, she came back to the parking spot but didn’t turn in. Instead she just stopped in front of it out of the way. She brought she stand down, and then reached up on the helmet to lift the visor before twisting her body to face Cal. “You know, I don’t think I’m convinced yet that the Harley is better then the Kawasaki. I might need to run a few more experiments.” She said crossing her arms while she sat on the bike.
Harleys or sex? Well, the look on his face was quite clearly stating that it could be both. He didn't bother to answer that question, but his smirk curled up just a little bit more.
She was handing him her skateboard and preparing herself for a quick joyride around the parking lot. Cal didn't normally trust people with his bike, but perhaps it was the fellow soldier mentality that made it a little easier for him to hand over the keys for a minute. She also seemed like she could use a bit of fun. So, as the telltale rumble of the bike filled the air and she took off, Cal just stepped back and leaned against the diner wall, similar to how she was waiting when he had first arrived. There was a moment, though, when he thought she might just ride away on it, and his body tensed, but eventually she was coming back around for what seemed like the hundredth time, and parked the Harley back in its spot.
He made his way back over, noting that she looked good on the thing but didn't verbalize it. Instead, he chuckled lightly, and she'd still be able to hear him over the rumble of the bike's exhaust so he didn't bother yelling. "Will you now?" Cal was gently calling her bluff but not really arguing it. "Alright then..." He leaned down to strap her skateboard to the back before he was urging her to sit further back on the seat. She was getting a ride home now, whether she wanted it or not. You know, to prove that the Harley was in fact better, but also so she wouldn't mess her hip up anymore.
Once she was settled, he climbed onto the bike in front of her before slipping the helmet over his head. Again, he didn't have to call out too loudly, knowing her keen ears would hear him. "Might wanna hold on," he warned before he kicked the stand up and backed them out of the spot. Angling, the Harley rumbled loudly before he was taking them out of the parking lot and onto the street.
Cal assumed she would tell him where to go, but until then he would simply drive around. Even with the helmet on, there was still this sense of freedom, of adrenaline and even danger when you were on the back of a motorcycle. The wind still brushed passed you, the bike propelling you forward at quick speeds as if you were a wolf running full force through the woods. It was exhilarating for him, honestly, and he never got tired of it.
Post by Paige Anderson on Nov 6, 2020 2:16:05 GMT -5
A cheeky grin spread across her face. “Research and experimentation are important factors that need to be taken into consideration before conclusions can be drawn, my dear Doctor. You should know that.” She said sitting up a little bit higher on the bike as she placed her hands on her hips and watched his approach. She twisted her body slightly to see him strapping her skate board down, and she placed her hands in front of her to help scoot herself backwards. Having to prop her feet up higher, and then she watched as the hot doc came to sit in front of her.
Oh yeah, no complaints there….
She pulled the visor down, letting those green hues roam over his shoulders and as he settled. They were nice and broad in her opinion. Not as broad as her dad’s shoulders, Papa Ralf was built like a tank. An impenetrable wall in her opinion, but Cal certainly came close. He was just leaner, and far more her type then big beefy dudes. She placed her hands on his shoulders, not quite sure how she felt about wrapping them around that middle of his. That might have been dangerous, for several different reasons, and she was telling herself they were going to be friends. Nothing more.
She kept her hands where they were, smirking at hearing his comment about holding on as they rumbled out of the parking lot. Her eyes took in the all too familiar streets of Xander’s Cross. Despite having lived there the majority of her life and seeing the same old streets, it was a completely different perspective being on the back of a motorcycle. She should feel the warm summer air ruffling her t-shirt as they cruised down the street, the end of her ponytail blew in the breeze, from where it was against her back. It certainly was a sense of freedom. She found herself looking up at the sky as they went by. The stars had started to come out, and she knew the view wasn’t as well lit as it could have been thanks to the street lights. But out at the lake would certainly look pretty darn spectacular. Paige took a deep breath, breathing in the city air and in that moment there was nothing else but her, the wind, and the rumble of that Harley beneath her.
She brought her legs up a bit more, using her knees slightly to squeeze Cal’s hips so she had something to hold onto. She let go of his shoulders then, and maybe it was because she had a pending death wish, the adrenaline, or the fact she really didn’t care, she held her arms out at her sides, feeling that rush of wind. The Freedom. That’s what she felt and boy was it exhilarating. She kept her head tilted back, looking up at the sky, moving her arms slowly up and down in the wind, before the trance she was in slowly ended.
It wasn’t the same sky she was suddenly seeing above her. No, this one was brighter, where there was more stars. A hot desert heat filled the air and for a second she thought she could smell gunpowder. Chemicals...C4, and iron. Her arms were wrapping around Cal’s middle. Making him become her life line as she took a deep breath and brought her head forward. Resting her helmeted head between his shoulders blades, as she let a deep sigh out. “Left,” She instructed him. Deciding it was probably best he get her home. They couldn’t be out riding all night long. No matter how much she might have wanted too. She settled her arms him in what she hoped wouldn’t spark any bright ideas. At least for her. She kept them loose, while she laced her fingers, letting her palms rest along his stomach awhile she was forced to breath in the smell of leather from his jacket and his scent. Ooooooh baby, she hoped they got to her place soon, or else she really was going to do something stupid. She’d nearly pissed the man off enough to go wolf once tonight, she didn’t want to do it again. But damn was his smell intoxicating. And being near another wolf? This close? That pack bond was rearing it’s head and it was like the perfect drug. If she wasn't careful she just might become addicted to Doctor Callum Hunt.
She really wasn’t going to let him go now… She gave Cal directions to her parents. They had to back track a bit since she hadn’t gave him directions right away, but soon enough she spotted her dad’s large truck in the driveway. “Here I be,” She pointed up at the truck and the simple white house with the bright red door. They’d recently put in a new porch and Ma had her porch swing out on it. She could see the living room room light on as the glow came out through the window. Thankfully the curtains were drawn. She didn’t want her mother, or lord knew her father, peeking out through the window at her and her not date.