"beast thoughts"
"Vincent's thoughts"
Vincent doubled over the creaky wooden desk and highlighted another sentence. The research paper given to him by Catherine had his mind wandering to more.. productive things to think about then the little brown haired nymph that filtered through his senses every so often, he could swear he almost smelled her scent on the very neat stack of papers he was holding on too.
Catherine his beast shivered inside him and nearly set his teeth on edge, he stamped the beast feelings towards her as he focused back on the now crumpled paper that he tried smoothing out with his palm.
Speak of the devil and he shall come.
He heard a vehicle and the gravel crunch and snap beneath its tires, rolling to a stop, the sound of a door opening on its hinges and small, tentative footsteps.
He focused on the sound of her steps and her normally calm breaths, but he knew she wasn't calm, not with the sound of her heart beating a little bit faster than usual, making his pupils dilate.
He stored away her mom's research paper and went out to greet her, briefly wondering why she wasn't meeting him here.
He stood at the fence, eyes roaming her small frame, from the tips of her boots to her head of pretty brown soft hair.
"I didn't want to get hit by a bat" she replied nonchalantly.
ah, JT. His lips quirked up when she had entered his home, and he had tried to stop her with a baseball bat, watching her take a man heavier than her and effectively pin him down with his own weapon made his cock twitch beneath his fly.
"and I'm not here about my mom."
oh? then who are you here for. the beast rumbled with a husky tone, Vincent vibrated on the spot, gritting his teeth.
well, she wasn't here for him either as it turns out.
After he let her in, she plopped down on a chair, and given him the run downs, what ifs and speculations on who might of killed that ballerina, she wanted answers on her case,as he continue to glower at her, arms across his chest. Sulking. "You want a drink or something?" he grumbled. Effectively shutting her up for two seconds.
In which she a replied a hastily no, and prattled on about a love triangle gone wrong. Her enthusiasm was cute, but he much wanted her enthusiasm of a different variety, one that was very happy at the thought of receiving her affection and currently about to strain his pants if he didn't control himself.
"Don't you have a partner to talk to about all this?" his voice was a bit rougher now, suddenly wanting her to leave him in peace, it was dangerous for her to be here in the first place.
"You're the one who said she was lying.." she countered playfully, oblivious to his inner turmoil.
"and you're the one who said her pulse was racing because her friend died.." he shot back, adjusting himself, opening his stance a little wider to accommodate his growing problem.
"okay, so is she guilty or is she just trying to cover up something?" she murmured.
He bent forward to rest his arms on the edge of the nearby chair, his beast wanted to push her a little bit as the words tumbled out of his mouth. "A lie is lie okay? You say you're here about your case, but you just want information about your mom."
She looked momentarily surprised.
"is my pulse racing too?" she said uncertainly. Oh yes, and it's grating against my senses like a tuning fork.
"A little." he said, which is a major understatement.
She looked at her hands. "I swear I used to be a normal person."
He cocked an eyebrow, she's doubting her sanity? "From where I'm standing. You seem pretty normal." vulnerable, his beast added, yearning for something. it made his skin crawl like the beginnings of his beast's shift.
"hmm. so much for your super senses." she rubbed a finger along her brow.
He looked down at his hands, his knuckles white from gripping the edge of the chair, his cock was hard now, at the thought of showing her his other...super senses.
Unexpectedly, he looked up at her with heat, to let her know a lick of what he was feeling for her at the moment. her gaze jumped down to his jeans, and she heard her audibly swallow, pink tinting her cheeks. He knew it was wrong but he was so into his feelings at the moment that he hoped.. hoped that maybe she would respond the way he wanted her too.
He knew his answer right away, he could smell her, the lavender scent wafting from her shampoo mingled with that sweet smelling honey spilling from between her legs, combined it was a hearty aphrodisiac that made his head spin and his beast growl low in his throat.
She looked up at him in shock, blinked a couple of time like she was ridding herself of a fog induced haze, and started fumbling words about her family again, but she never admit to her growing attraction towards him.
Good. Give me a distraction, so I don't eat you alive.
He gave her a picture of him in the military, "I don't recognize myself either." he mumbled.
She gave out a short burst of laughter. "Your hair!" after what happened a moment ago, and she comments on his hair.. he chuckled along with her.
From the back of his mind he heard JT footsteps trekking up the stairs.
"Ah, I thought I heard squealing." JT put whatever he was holding on the nearby table and met Vincent's heard eyes. Both had understood the pun.
"can I uh.." JT started impatiently. Vincent gave him a curt nod. Stepping out after him. Not before settling his hand behind her neck, before he left, she had jumped, not having the chance to see a small smile on his lips as he walked away. The beating of her heart and smell intensified just a little bit.
"I thought you would take care of this." JT spat. He continued before Vincent had a chance. "you look like you were about to make a playlist for her.."
Vincent twitched. oh he wanted to make more then a playlist.
JT eyes widen when he caught the sudden look on his friends face.
