Skylar and Nina (or rather, their actresses) have pretty amazing chemistry, and an intriguing past that was only hinted at in-show. This my little attempt at filling in some blanks.
This can be seen as an alternate version of or companion piece to "You Give Me Rose-Tinted Glasses".
It's my attempt at Nina's POV during that one-shot, I hope I've succeeded in creating a voice for this that is Nina - I want to show how Nina is/was more passionate, more materialistic and less pessimistic than Skylar due in part to the nature of their alpha abilities but also just in-tune with what we've been show on in-show (-not meaning to come as anti either of the characters however, I love them both).
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Disclaimer: I own nothing but the words, everything else (the characters, world etc.) belongs to the ALPHAS 'behind the scenes' team (writers, creators, actors etc.).
You can feel her stirring beside you; hear a contented sigh as it all washes over her. Lips curving into a devilish smirk you feel better than you have in weeks; feel more alive more real than you have in months, she's a bigger thrill than any bar any car any crime, she's better than any strange or any past familiarity, she's the most beautiful thing you've ever had. Letting fingers flit over the smoothest skin, breathing her, you almost say the words. Then gazes meet, her chocolate eyes deepened with desire, her lips a hesitant smile, hands reaching for you, and what you're feeling is different and bold and more than love.
The sheets fall back as thoughts take a backseat and actions become the only language you know. Last night it was her and her looks, words, drinks, offer; it was good, a release, but right now you're determined to make her dizzy with everything you've got everything you can give. Legs tangle, eyes close as you hold her, as she becomes the only thing you know. She matches you, kissing and touching and caring with such ferocity that you shiver and ache and arch. You want to map her body, to know every tattoo and scar and hollow as if it were your own, as if you put them there. Your fingers move as if painting her back, nails leaving marks, tell-tale drawings, marks of ownership if that's what she likes (and wouldn't you like that).
Your alpha abilities couldn't be more different but at times like this you're convinced that her voice can be magic too as she's reduced to throaty whispers and you're the same. You know this won't last forever; that it can't last forever because the world isn't that kind, but that doesn't mean you won't take this moment and grab it with both hands. Eventually you'll go your separate ways, you'll end better off than her you always do (and always will, your ability forever lands you on your feet, gives you whatever whoever whenever whyever), but until then and further more with every drink invention night you're in a topsy-turvy wonderland neverland (dream? nightmare?) where people are people and running works and you're with her. Neither of you have much in the way of material status right now but as she reduces you to incoherent consuming pleasure you have each other and couldn't wouldn't wish for anything else.