Title: alcide's first time

Pairing: Caroline/Alcide

Rating: M

Warnings: Language, violence, and sexual situations.

Author's note: This is my first time writing True Blood, so sorry for any OOCness.

Important note:

Set Pre-Series.

Alcide (16)

Caroline (15)

Janice (11)


"And for the briefest instant, it almost feels like we're together again." –Nicholas Sparks


I

Jackson, Louisiana

A gleam of golden hair had been the first thing he'd seen. He'd almost missed it. His father was driving the pick-up, Alcide sitting in the truck bed. His eyes flickered in the direction of the light that had suddenly caught his attention. And then she stepped out from behind one of the tall, pecan trees lining the roadway. The most beautiful thing he'd ever laid eyes on. A teenage boy's fantasy. Perfect, blond locks cascading down her back, blue eyes—reminiscent of the sky, and porcelain, white skin that looked soft to the touch.

And her lips—he held his breath, watching those perfect, pink lips curved into a smile as she caught sight of his father's truck. Her gaze finding his. That was the first time he'd set his sights on her.

She wore a bright, yellow sundress, its hem falling an inch before her knees. It suited her, he thought as the distance grew between him and this mystery girl.

It was not until he returned home that his father informed him that she was the daughter of an old, local pack-member returning home from Virginia where he'd apparently knocked some nobody human up who left him to take care of the girl on his own. And having been raised under the same laws on their pack Bill Forbes, the girl's father, would not abandon his own kin.

The girl...her name was Caroline. It suited her, too. A sweet name to go with such a beauty of a face. A walking ray of sunshine. And she was human, apparently. Not much of a rarity for someone with only one parent being a werewolf, but she was the first he'd ever seen. And she lived down the road from him, on the old Forbes' property.

He'd never felt so...anxious to see anyone as much as he was to see Caroline, again.

And he did.

He was walking down the corridor of his high school—Jackson High—when he caught another glimpse of her perfectly, curled hair. She stood before a row of lockers, fingers dancing over a padlock clumsily. He smiled at the sight. It appeared she couldn't get the door open.

Alcide's feet were moving before he could even gather anything to say to her.

He usually avoided any form of interaction with the female populace of Jackson—the fear of passing on the werewolf gene to any future child he may have too crippling in effect. But for some reason, she had the opposite effect over him. Pulling him toward her, and not away.

He heard her groan in frustration as he closed the distance between them, only arms reach away.

The sweet aroma of vanilla hit him, almost knocking him off his feet. He found the scent intoxicating.

"Miss..." Alcide spoke up, realizing it might sound strange if he addressed her by her name without a proper introduction. The blond turned on the heel of her knee length, brown leather boot.

It seemed he'd been standing closer than he realized because the moment she moved to face him her chest collided into his—soft, supple creamy mounds of warm flesh peeking out from the tight, white t-shirt she wore.

"Oh, wow." she stammered in surprise at the intrusion on her personal space, eyes peaking up from beneath dark lashes to take him in.

"Sorry." Alcide got out, managing to avert his gaze from her ample cleavage to her striking blue eyes. "You've got to bang the top."

Her brows scrunched up in confusion as she stared up at him. He was a whole head taller than her. But then, he was taller than the majority of his schoolmates.

"Bang...the top?" She inquired. His eyes followed the movement of her delicate pink lips. He felt the sudden impulse to reach out, grab her, press her against her locker and dominate her mouth.

He shook his head, clearing his mind of ever wandering, verging on naughty thoughts.

"The lockers..." He began, urging her to move aside, "are older than my father. They get stuck all the time. The trick is to bang on the top, like this..."

He directed a carefully calculated fist to the top of her locker door, making sure not to put too much power behind it. The metal door creaked open and a smile graced the blond's face.

"Thank you." She breathed out, tucking a loose strand of blond hair behind her ear as she gazed up at him. Her tone was grateful, and that only made him want to throttle her more.

"I know you." She continued, studying his face for a moment, trying to place where. "I saw you...the other day."

Alcide nodded, brown orbs melting under her stare. "You were coming out of the woods."

"I'm Caroline," the blond informed, though he already knew that. He couldn't take his eyes off of her. She was walking perfection. The first girl who ever really garnered his attention. He had been stunned by her bright beauty…but up close…she was definitely a sight to see. She didn't seem bothered by his silence, soft smile gracing her face as she stared back at him.

Alcide was no sight for sore eyes. He was one of the more developed among the boys of his school, having hit puberty at a fairly moderate age. He was tall, lean with the body of a young Adonis. He had the gentle brown eyes that left many girls with shaky knees and readied bodies. And the fact that he was incredibly chivalrous and polite was an added bonus.

"Alcide," he finally offered after a moment, realizing he hadn't identified himself. The blonde's lips quirked at the name, eyes staring into his with a strange interest. And that had been the beginning. He could not have predicted the events that would follow his first encounter with Caroline Forbes, or begin to fathom what it would mean for his future. The only thing on his mind was learning everything he could about this beautiful, human girl.


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