Upsettingly, Jean found something almost as attractive as the barely-there bathrobe to be wearing when she emerged from the bathroom. He was resplendent in a black suit that was, of course, made for him. The little touches of gold shone all the more for the darkness around it, and his pale skin was in sharp relief. He looked like a black and white painting someone had emphasized with gold leaf detailing.
She was never going to get used to how pretty he was. It was a crime. Especially now that she'd seen him in more compromised positions, seen a bit of how he might live. Seen his bed and his bathroom and his criminally short bathrobes and extremely stressful underwear drawer.
He came too close and pulled her protective shirt layer away, and then continued being way too close, never quite touching her but somehow leaving her feeling quite flustered and a bit manhandled anyway. How did he manage to get her to go over to his mirror without even touching her? It was like even the threat of it was enough to get her moving.
Looking in the mirror, she thought maybe her shoulders were too broad. She liked the muscle, but it probably wasn't what people wanted in a dress like this. Someone slim and femme, with more charms to recommend them. Jean was probably flattering her, and she was trying to keep it from working.
She flushed darkly as he pulled her scarf away, staring into the mirror. It was a lot like being stripped, but she was so enchanted with the strangers in the mirror, looking like they were about to go out for an evening soiree or an opera or something. Her ears ruined the whole thing, but then he covered her back up with a scarf of gauzy black and gold, somehow made it look like an intentional statement piece and not something she wore out of pure necessity. She flushed darker, enchanted, and wondering why she kind of wanted him to pull the scarf down again, slowly. He wasn't touching her, barely, somehow, but all she could remember was how good his hands had felt petting her and the warmth of his body and rise and fall of his chest with her on top of it.
"Y-yeah." She managed not to squeak. Barely. She was never going to be able to explain this outfit to her mom. But she didn't have keys anymore, so she couldn't exactly wait until she left for work to go home. That reminded her of the importance of calling, and she managed to tear her attention away, finally, from the beautiful and alien couple in the mirror. "I just need to call my mom," she said, tone apologetic. "Then I'll get out of your hair."
She took quick steps towards where he'd plugged his phone in. She turned it on, then, hesitantly, sat on his bed, perched as delicately as a bird on a wire, as if she expected it to catipult her back off. She held down the power button, and this time, it turned on. Low charge, but as long as she left it plugged in, it should be fine. And now to--
The phone began buzzing wildly, dinging again and again as notifications came pouring in. Her eyes widened as a few snippits of texts popped up in the notifications. "I miss the way your--" "Can I come see you--" "Media Image Embedded" oh god that was somehow the worst, from the tiny preview box. She thumbed them to the side desperately as they came in, trying and failing not to read any. By the end of it, he had well over a hundred notifications. She turned to look at him, eyes wide.
"...No wonder you leave this thing turned off," she said finally. "The thirst is real."
She navigated to the actual phone part of the phone, noting with considerable amusement that he appeared to still have the default wallpaper. She pointedly ignored his contacts list and plugged her mom's phone number in. With a deep breath, she hit call and held it to her ear.
"Hello?" came her mom's voice, to Bree's extreme relief. She sounded confused, probably because of the strange number.
"Mom?"
"Bridget?! Where are you? What the hell is going on?"
"It's fine, mom, sorry I didn't call you. I'm at a..." She glanced sidelong at Jean. "...Friend's house," she finished awkwardly.
"A friend's house?! Well that's just so nice, while I'm at home freaking out!"
"Sorry, the change snuck up on me and I couldn't call--"
"Does she know? Never mind, that's not important. What the hell have you gotten into? Some fucking suit showed up at the apartment last night. Is this about your so-called 'scholarship money'? What did you do? He said he was with the library, yeah fucking right. Bridget Corey, did you borrow mob money or some shit, I swear to christ--"
Bree had lost the color in her face as her mom ranted on. "W-wait, someone came to the apartment?"
"Yeah, and he had your wallet, said you left it at work, like someone the size of a fridge works at the goddamned library..."
"Oh my god."
"Bridget what the fuck did you do? What did you bring back to my house?"
"Shit, fuck, shit... Mom, is Eric there?"
"Yeah, I had him come over after that fucker gave me the spooks--"
"Put him on the phone."
"What? No! Bridget, explain what the fuck is going on!"
"Mom, I can't explain right now, but I need you to listen to me. You need to get out of the apartment for a bit."
"What, like right now?"
"Pack up some shit for a few days and stay with Eric," Bree insisted.
"What the fuck did you get mixed up in?!"
"I'll take care of it! I just want to be sure you're-- Just go with Eric!" she snapped. "Mom, I promise I will take care of this. Just stay with Eric for a few days, think of it as a vacation."
"Oh, yeah, great vacation, trying to explain to my boyfriend that my daughter borrowed money from the mob for a library sciences degree--" Bree's mom hissed.
"It's not that! It's seriously just a misunderstanding. I'll get it sorted out, but just until I do..."
"What am I supposed to do with your wallet?"
"Just leave it at the apartment. Leave a key under the loose brick outside," she said, even though she didn't think going back to her apartment was a good idea when they had her address. Why hadn't she thought of that? Her fucking student ID had her mom's apartment address on it, neat as anything. Now they knew where she lived, fuck, goddamnit, shit, fuck...
"Bridget, do we need to go to the police?"
"No!" she exclaimed. "It's... seriously just a misunderstanding. It'll be sorted out in no time. I'll call you back when it is."
"Bridget, don't you dare hang--"
Bree hung up quickly, dropping the phone so she could ignore if it rang more easily.
She stared, briefly, into the middle distance, eyes wide in fear. How had she ever cared about Jean seeing her naked with this shit going on? She was an easily distracted idiot. All of her problems came crashing back into her. Whatever kidnapping or hit she'd interrupted, it had clearly been important. All she'd seen was "pretty girl" and now look where her impulsive idiocy had ended her? What if they hurt her mom? What was she going to do?!
She was trying very hard not to stress cry, her breath starting to come in faster gulps. Her eyes darted around the room, and landed on Jean.
...Jean. The infinitely rich, powerful immortal, who was apparently nice enough to pick stray dogs up off the ground, try and break their curses, and dress them up nicely afterwards.
"...So, I might need a favor," she said, voice small and shaking. "...Several favors." Nervously, she swallowed, with great difficulty. "I... think I need a place to stay. And, uh... do you know a lot about... werewolves?"
She was never going to get used to how pretty he was. It was a crime. Especially now that she'd seen him in more compromised positions, seen a bit of how he might live. Seen his bed and his bathroom and his criminally short bathrobes and extremely stressful underwear drawer.
He came too close and pulled her protective shirt layer away, and then continued being way too close, never quite touching her but somehow leaving her feeling quite flustered and a bit manhandled anyway. How did he manage to get her to go over to his mirror without even touching her? It was like even the threat of it was enough to get her moving.
Looking in the mirror, she thought maybe her shoulders were too broad. She liked the muscle, but it probably wasn't what people wanted in a dress like this. Someone slim and femme, with more charms to recommend them. Jean was probably flattering her, and she was trying to keep it from working.
She flushed darkly as he pulled her scarf away, staring into the mirror. It was a lot like being stripped, but she was so enchanted with the strangers in the mirror, looking like they were about to go out for an evening soiree or an opera or something. Her ears ruined the whole thing, but then he covered her back up with a scarf of gauzy black and gold, somehow made it look like an intentional statement piece and not something she wore out of pure necessity. She flushed darker, enchanted, and wondering why she kind of wanted him to pull the scarf down again, slowly. He wasn't touching her, barely, somehow, but all she could remember was how good his hands had felt petting her and the warmth of his body and rise and fall of his chest with her on top of it.
"Y-yeah." She managed not to squeak. Barely. She was never going to be able to explain this outfit to her mom. But she didn't have keys anymore, so she couldn't exactly wait until she left for work to go home. That reminded her of the importance of calling, and she managed to tear her attention away, finally, from the beautiful and alien couple in the mirror. "I just need to call my mom," she said, tone apologetic. "Then I'll get out of your hair."
She took quick steps towards where he'd plugged his phone in. She turned it on, then, hesitantly, sat on his bed, perched as delicately as a bird on a wire, as if she expected it to catipult her back off. She held down the power button, and this time, it turned on. Low charge, but as long as she left it plugged in, it should be fine. And now to--
The phone began buzzing wildly, dinging again and again as notifications came pouring in. Her eyes widened as a few snippits of texts popped up in the notifications. "I miss the way your--" "Can I come see you--" "Media Image Embedded" oh god that was somehow the worst, from the tiny preview box. She thumbed them to the side desperately as they came in, trying and failing not to read any. By the end of it, he had well over a hundred notifications. She turned to look at him, eyes wide.
"...No wonder you leave this thing turned off," she said finally. "The thirst is real."
She navigated to the actual phone part of the phone, noting with considerable amusement that he appeared to still have the default wallpaper. She pointedly ignored his contacts list and plugged her mom's phone number in. With a deep breath, she hit call and held it to her ear.
"Hello?" came her mom's voice, to Bree's extreme relief. She sounded confused, probably because of the strange number.
"Mom?"
"Bridget?! Where are you? What the hell is going on?"
"It's fine, mom, sorry I didn't call you. I'm at a..." She glanced sidelong at Jean. "...Friend's house," she finished awkwardly.
"A friend's house?! Well that's just so nice, while I'm at home freaking out!"
"Sorry, the change snuck up on me and I couldn't call--"
"Does she know? Never mind, that's not important. What the hell have you gotten into? Some fucking suit showed up at the apartment last night. Is this about your so-called 'scholarship money'? What did you do? He said he was with the library, yeah fucking right. Bridget Corey, did you borrow mob money or some shit, I swear to christ--"
Bree had lost the color in her face as her mom ranted on. "W-wait, someone came to the apartment?"
"Yeah, and he had your wallet, said you left it at work, like someone the size of a fridge works at the goddamned library..."
"Oh my god."
"Bridget what the fuck did you do? What did you bring back to my house?"
"Shit, fuck, shit... Mom, is Eric there?"
"Yeah, I had him come over after that fucker gave me the spooks--"
"Put him on the phone."
"What? No! Bridget, explain what the fuck is going on!"
"Mom, I can't explain right now, but I need you to listen to me. You need to get out of the apartment for a bit."
"What, like right now?"
"Pack up some shit for a few days and stay with Eric," Bree insisted.
"What the fuck did you get mixed up in?!"
"I'll take care of it! I just want to be sure you're-- Just go with Eric!" she snapped. "Mom, I promise I will take care of this. Just stay with Eric for a few days, think of it as a vacation."
"Oh, yeah, great vacation, trying to explain to my boyfriend that my daughter borrowed money from the mob for a library sciences degree--" Bree's mom hissed.
"It's not that! It's seriously just a misunderstanding. I'll get it sorted out, but just until I do..."
"What am I supposed to do with your wallet?"
"Just leave it at the apartment. Leave a key under the loose brick outside," she said, even though she didn't think going back to her apartment was a good idea when they had her address. Why hadn't she thought of that? Her fucking student ID had her mom's apartment address on it, neat as anything. Now they knew where she lived, fuck, goddamnit, shit, fuck...
"Bridget, do we need to go to the police?"
"No!" she exclaimed. "It's... seriously just a misunderstanding. It'll be sorted out in no time. I'll call you back when it is."
"Bridget, don't you dare hang--"
Bree hung up quickly, dropping the phone so she could ignore if it rang more easily.
She stared, briefly, into the middle distance, eyes wide in fear. How had she ever cared about Jean seeing her naked with this shit going on? She was an easily distracted idiot. All of her problems came crashing back into her. Whatever kidnapping or hit she'd interrupted, it had clearly been important. All she'd seen was "pretty girl" and now look where her impulsive idiocy had ended her? What if they hurt her mom? What was she going to do?!
She was trying very hard not to stress cry, her breath starting to come in faster gulps. Her eyes darted around the room, and landed on Jean.
...Jean. The infinitely rich, powerful immortal, who was apparently nice enough to pick stray dogs up off the ground, try and break their curses, and dress them up nicely afterwards.
"...So, I might need a favor," she said, voice small and shaking. "...Several favors." Nervously, she swallowed, with great difficulty. "I... think I need a place to stay. And, uh... do you know a lot about... werewolves?"
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