A/N: Alright, Evil!Peter is back! This fic takes place almost immediately after The Wolf Hunts. This fic won't have AS MUCH violence but it will still have some graphic torture and rape/non-con elements. Although if you've read the first fic then I'm sure you can make it through this one too. This one deals with a lot more mental manipulation on both Peter's and Malia's part. We're delving into the Peter/Malia relationship more so I can't wait to explore that =D also, more of the Pack will be mentioned, everyone is alive! I'm not too worried about timeline stuff concerning the Pack since, well everything's always been screwed around with Peter being absent from Season 2 onwards so don't dwell on that too much XD I'm trying not too.
Also, since this is focusing on Peter's Bond with Kira, I'll be able to explain all of that in more detail. I know I did an A/N at the end of my The Wolf Hunts fic but I always feel like I need to explain things in more detail. This fic will allow me to do that =D I hope you all enjoy this twisted fic as much as the last one =D I'm really enjoying writing Evil!Peter!
Tags: Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Torture, mental and emotional manipulation, parent/child incest, forced pregnancy
Kira was tucked under Malia's arm as they left the hospital, eyes downcast. The past 4 days had been completely awful- everyone had stopped by, doctors, police, the Pack. Oh god the Pack, and her parents! Completely unbearable, total nightmare; as horrible as she felt about the whole thing, seeing her parents' faces was almost too much after everything else. But Malia was by her side through it all, snarling at anyone who tried to separate them, Human or not. But now they were leaving, she'd be going home, where she was safe.
"I'm sorry, this is all my fault…" Kira murmured as they climbed into the back of the car.
Malia shook her head, "No, it isn't. You've said that every day since we escaped and I'm still telling you, it wasn't. It was just… bad circumstances. We're alive and we're okay. We'll get through this, one day at a time."
Kira nodded, not really sure how she'd ever get better but she didn't want to argue either, not with Malia. Especially not about getting better, not when Malia was trying so hard to stay positive. During the ride, Kira thought back to when they'd arrived at Beacon Hills Memorial Hospital, after the doctors and nurses had finally finished looking them over- when the Pack had shown up.
Scott had been quick to cut his own trip short, her mom calling him the minute they'd failed to check in that night. Plus, the belated information of a serial killer in the area finally popped up on the news. That was enough to warrant a call to the Alpha, even though they had all deserved a break from the danger. He walked into the room, mouth open, asking if they were okay but then the smell hit him. The overwhelming scent of Peter assaulting his sense of smell, catching him by complete surprise.
"Peter?!" he choked out, just as Derek came into the room.
A growl rose from the former Alpha as his eyes started to glow; Peter was challenging them. "Are the nurses done with you?"
Both of them nodded, Kira from the bed and Malia from the chair.
"Shower, go."
Kira whimpered and closed her eyes, curling up as much as her wounds would allow (she couldn't heal quickly, not since the doctors had catalogued all of their injuries). As much as she wanted to be out of here and buried under her covers at home, she had to heal more naturally so no one got suspicious.
Malia gripped her girlfriend's hand, "We can't, the bandages… They washed our cuts but they didn't… they don't have noses like us so they didn't let us take a full shower before they patched us up."
"I can't… I'm sorry," Derek growled out, hurrying from the room. It had been too much when they'd realized Peter had resurrected himself and left the area, no one had known what he was planning. Then they got wind of the bodies turning up, signs of Werewolf slashes- Derek knew it had to be his uncle. More and more bodies were cropping up, the media getting wind of the DNA samples left behind, connecting all of the victims, Peter was having fun. And now he was back... Derek had known that he'd come back to Beacon Hills, once he'd gained power, but he hadn't expected him to assault two new members of their Pack. He thought Peter would come straight for him, or Scott maybe; Peter had no reason to want revenge on Kira or Malia. Even if it was a surprise attack, he knew that is wasn't a coincidence that Peter had 'stumbled across' them in the woods. He must be keeping tabs on them somehow, was it Lydia? God he'd hate to be the one to bring all those memories up again...As he stumbled into the open air of the parking lot, he let out a loud roar.
Allison was the one that finally came forward, softly rubbing circles on Kira's back; it was the sight of them that had made her pause. She was so used to everyone around her healing, showing no signs of the trauma. But Malia was hunched over, broken ribs and tore up back slowly healing. The side of Kira's face was swollen, blue and purple coloring her jaw and cheek. It was all so surreal to have something this awful happen to her friends, her Pack. Not even Stiles had been this tore up during all their misadventures in the last couple of years. Moments later they all jumped as Derek's roar of frustration carried all the way from the parking lot. He was in pain for his Packmates, hurt that even after they'd done everything to kill him, Peter was still haunting them, hurting them. His howling was a show of pain, but also a warning- if Peter was within hearing distance, he'd better run.
Malia looked up, worried that he'd hunt Peter down now, not wait for the rest of the Pack. She saw that Scott's eyes were red, waves of frustration and anger rolling off of him. Did Peter know they'd get this pissed off? It seemed like he was taking a big risk, but she knew how important this was. Hopefully he'd stay safe.
"Peter will pay for this, I swear… The others want to come in and see you, is that okay? I should check on Derek," Scott mumbled.
"Yea, I guess, I mean, we're Pack…" Kira whispered.
With that, Scott nodded and left the room, Erica, Isaac, and Boyd piling in. Immediately Erica cried out, hurrying forward and pulling Malia into a hug, rubbing their cheeks together.
"You might not be able to shower, but I will not let you go to sleep smelling like that! You're Pack, always, I'll help you smell like Pack," she sobbed. Of course she noticed the Coyote stiffen at her touch, "Sorry, too rough? I didn't mean to hurt you…"
"No, just um, surprised, I'm still the newbie..." Malia replied. She wanted to smell like Peter, wanted Kira to smell like Peter. But she couldn't deny Erica either, not without it being strange; she let her Packmate lightly scent her. Before long, the two boys came up, touching her as well as Kira on the bed, reaffirming their Pack ties. Even Allison made sure to lightly touch them every few minutes, tying her scent to theirs.
Kira was jogged back to the present when her mom parked in the driveway, car coming to a stop. It was good to be home, now she can surround herself with familiar scents and routines. Hopefully by the time she was feeling up to going back to school, the other kids wouldn't be too interested in the gossip of what had happened to them. But one of the good things about finally being released was that she could let her body heal now. If only her mind could though, if she could wipe her mind of the memories…
"Come on, did you want to eat lunch, or maybe rest first?" Malia asked, helping Kira to the door.
"Sleep, I'm not super hungry. We can have dinner or something but no lunch. Breakfast isn't really sitting well with me anyways. I'm glad I don't smell like Peter still, but now I'm ready to not smell like hospital anymore either."
The two of them went upstairs and Kira dropped her bag, carefully sitting on the bed, letting her body heal before lying back.
"Feels so good to not have a broken rib anymore," Malia whispered, her own injuries healed now as well. She shed her jacket and boots, crawling under the covers, "Well come here, you were the one who wanted a nap. At least now we can actually cuddle, those hospital beds were awful…"
"Yea, definitely a plus," she agreed, kicking off her tennis shoes and curling up next to Malia. "Thanks for not leaving me alone. I know you raised a really big stink about us being in the same room and having to be there during the whole, examination and the tests. Even though everyone at the hospital was real gentle and I had all lady nurses and doctors… I didn't really want to be alone with strangers."
Malia nodded, hugging the smaller girl closer, "I wasn't about to just let them take you out of my sight. Not after all that. But we're home now, with Pack, we're safe."
"Yea, safe…" Kira sighed and closed her eyes.
It didn't take long for both girls to fall asleep, neither of them bothering with the sedatives the doctor had given them. Their metabolisms worked through the medicine so fast that it didn't really help to calm them down and keep away the nightmares. Today the nightmare started off different than usual; this time she wasn't back in the cabin, listening to Malia beg. Instead, she heard someone calling her name, softly at first. As the voice got louder, she recognized it as Peter, Peter was calling her name and it sounded so real. Instantly she sat up in bed, sucking in a deep breath- everything was okay, she was at her house. Kira turned to check on Malia, hoping she hadn't woken her but she was in bed alone.
"Malia?" How had she gotten out of bed without rousing Kira? They had been curled up pretty close, and it wasn't like Malia to just leave her alone.
"She isn't here," a voice said.
Slowly Kira turned, blood like ice in her veins, Peter? Here? He wouldn't risk that, would he? But there he was, leaning against her closet door, smirk on his face. She cried out and scrambled away from him, pressing up against the wall. "Mom! Call the cops- P-Peter's here!"
Peter pushed away from the door, taking a few steps towards her, "I don't think you understand Sweetness, it's just us here."
"Did you hurt my parents? Where is Malia? What did you do to them?!" she yelled out, unable to control the volume of her voice as her fear took over.
"I didn't do anything, they just aren't here. I didn't want to be interrupted, I felt like we deserved to have a private conversation," he answered, standing right at the edge of the bed. Kira squeezed her eyes shut as he climbed onto it, kneeling in front of her. "I'm disappointed, you tried to wash away my scent. Didn't I tell you, you belong to me now."
"I don't belong to anyone! Get out of my room!" Kira snarled, having had enough. Quickly she leapt forward and tried to shove him backwards, wanting space. But he felt as solid as a rock, hands coming up to grip her wrists. In the flash of an eye, he pulled her knees out from under her and had pinned her against the mattress.
"Oh Kira, my little Fox, if you wanted to be close, all you had to do was ask." He ignored her sobs as he rubbed his nose along her neck, pressing down on her.
"Leave me alone, please just leave me alone," Kira cried, tears streaming down her face.
Peter tsked, kissing her cheek, "Kira, Kira, we're Bonded now- you are mine! Did you really think I was just going to walk away from you? Oh no, I worked too hard to find you, and now that I've tasted you, I'm keeping you. Don't you want me? Don't you remember how I made you feel?" He leaned back, hand snaking between them and disappearing into the waistband of her pants; he lightly ran his finger over her clit, eyes glowing to remind her.
Images flashed into Kira's head, she remembered Peter underneath her, the feel of his tongue inside her; unbidden the smell of him flooded her senses, sudden arousal taking over.
"There you go, don't you want that again? Just say the word and we can go back to that. I can make you feel so good," Peter promised, finger rubbing a little harder as she arched her back.
But Kira snapped to her senses, "No, this isn't real, it's another nightmare, just a nightmare, you aren't here!"
"You're only partially right. I'm sure Derek didn't have time to tell you, didn't want to explain it. It was bad enough when Lydia was going through it. If you want it to be a nightmare, I can arrange that. Remember though, I offered to be nice." Peter flexed his power, knowing that his Bond with her allowed him certain control. She didn't know how to fight him, didn't have the power to push him out of her mind. Lydia had come close to figuring it out but she was under too much strain from their interactions to actually accomplish it. With Kira he had to be gentler; but she could withstand one harsh reality check. He needed her to know that he was in control, that she was at his mercy.
Kira sucked in a confused breath when suddenly her hands were shackled over her head and she was naked on the bed. "Wha… how? This has to be a dream, just a dream. I'm going to wake up now! I want to wake up!"
"No Sweetness, not a dream, a nightmare." Peter forced her thighs apart, cock pressing against her now. He bent over, harshly biting down on the top of her breasts, sucking, marking them. Kira squirmed under him, willing herself to wake up, or even to just take control over her dream… but nothing happened. She cried out when she felt Peter thrust into her, burying himself inside her with a low growl. "Don't fight it, you enjoyed this last time," Peter reminded her, again using his blue eyes to call forth memories from their time together; showing her just how much she enjoyed being on all fours for him.
Just like that Kira stopped struggling, lying there as the memories flooded her mind, and lust took over. She felt herself getting wetter as Peter rolled his hips, pressing deep inside her. "Stop, I don't…" she started to say, mind muddled. But as Peter sped up, lifting her hips up, she moaned. She relaxed against him, baring her neck and arching her back, which Peter noticed. He leaned down, biting on her earlobe, using a hand in her hair to pull her head further to the side.
Since this was a pseudo-dream state, Peter could easily manipulate Kira's perceptions; with very little effort he prolonged their time together, pleasuring her for what seemed like hours. By the time he finally reached mental exhaustion, Kira was a mess under him, eyes fluttering and mumbling nonsensically, lost in ecstasy. Slowly he faded out of her mind, releasing his control over her thoughts. When he finally opened his eyes, he was back in his motel room, semen coating his stomach. "Ooooh Kira, we're going to have a lot of fun together."
Back in Kira's room, Malia woke up at the first sounds of distress from Kira; she smiled to herself, Peter must have made his move. He'd warned Malia during their first night at the hospital that he would come to Kira at home, giving her a few days of respite while the doctors looked her over. Peter also told Malia that he wanted her to start nudging Kira in his direction while he spoke with her in her dreams. Thankfully both of Kira's parents were downstairs, giving them space to sleep so Noshiko hadn't heard the whimpers. The Coyote was supposed to help arouse Kira's body, making it easier for her father to influence her. Carefully she untangled her limbs from Kira's and undid the tie of her pants and slid her hand inside. Eagerly she rubbed at her clit with her thumb, middle finger slipping between her lips. Malia couldn't hold in a moan as she slipped in her ring finger as well, pumping her fingers in and out quickly. She only vaguely paid attention to the tears leaking out of Kira's eyes, it was no surprise that Peter was overwhelming the Fox, he always took what he wanted. Soon though, with Malia's guidance, Kira would learn to just accept it, even love it- Peter was a very attentive lover. It didn't take long after that for Kira's hips to jerk just slightly, the tears no longer rolling down her cheeks. As much as she didn't want to stop, she knew she couldn't risk being caught so Malia slowly retracted her hand, wiping them off under the sheets. Then she carefully maneuvered Kira's hand lower, arranging her fingers inside herself, moving them around to make sure they were coated with her own wetness. The Coyote grinned and had to hold back a throaty rumble as Kira's fingers started moving of their own accord. Job done, Malia quickly situated herself and slowed down her heart, giving off the appearance of being asleep the whole time, since her girlfriend was sure to wake up soon.
Minutes later, Kira slowly came back to consciousness; her body was fuzzy and she felt relaxed and tense at the same time. As she woke up a bit more, she realized that her hips were rolling softly- then it hit her like a ton of bricks, her hand was down her pants! Her cheeks heated up, she had started touching herself in her sleep, with Malia right next to her? But then she acknowledged that it felt really good so she worked her fingers faster, free hand coming up to her mouth so she could bite down on her fingers. An image of Peter came to mind and Kira sat up, hand immediately leaving her pants- she'd had another nightmare about Peter… he'd… he'd forced himself on her. Oh god it had felt so real, her hands had been bound over her head… Kira's stomach churned as she continued to recall the rest of the dream, how suddenly she actually wanted it- and Peter hadn't disappointed. It had felt like it had gone on forever, and now she'd woken up and was actually touching herself- had she really been turned on by Peter? Just as Malia was waking up, probably her skyrocketing heartbeat alerting her to Kira's panic, Kira shot out of bed and ran to the bathroom, retching into the toilet. She sobbed as her stomach heaved, the wetness obvious in her underwear; Kira felt nothing but shame.
"Baby, are you okay?" Malia asked, peeking into the bathroom.
But Kira couldn't answer, just shake her head and grip the toilet as she cried.
"Kira?" Noshiko ran upstairs, concerned.
"I think she had a nightmare or something, and now that we don't have a morphine drip, it hit her a lot harder?" Malia offered.
"I'm calling Dr. Deaton, he'll have something to give you that works for our kind. Things will get better, this will pass, I promise."
"I don't want to see him in my dreams anymore, I want this to be over!"
Malia entered the bathroom, crouching next to her girlfriend, "You're just exhausted, we both are. Deaton will help, he always helps. Let's go back to the room while we wait."
Kira just hung her head, letting Malia lift her up from the floor and half carry, half drag her back to the bedroom. After Noshiko left, Malia quietly asked, "Do you want to talk about it? You got up in a hurry, heart racing… You smell like… shame, why are you ashamed?"
"What other sc-scent are you getting off me right now? Do you have any idea what I was doing before I jumped out of bed?"
Malia sniffed the air again, although she knew perfectly well, she'd play along for Kira's sake. "It's faint but, aroused? I can smell your scent more than the actual arousal you were feeling," she admitted, eyes glancing down between Kira's legs. It was hard for her to keep her own excitement under control while smelling Kira like this. "What was the dream about then? I thought it was another bad dream since you just started getting sick, but if it was that kind of a dream…"
"It was a bad dream! A horrible dream! Peter was there- was here! In my room. He did things to me. And then here I was, touching myself, as I was sleeping- Malia I was turned on!"
"Hey, shhhh, it's not a big deal-" Malia tried to soothe, but Kira cut her off.
"Not a big deal? How is it not a big deal?"
"Remember what I told you, when Peter was under you, using his mouth?" Malia whispered, scooting closer to Kira. She had to convince Kira that it was okay to accept Peter, it was crucial while she still believed these events were just dreams and not real.
"You said to pretend it was you… but what does that have to do with this?"
"We've been through a lot, you're exhausted mentally, it's no surprise you're having dreams about Peter and what happened. And now you're home again, someplace that is supposed to be safe, maybe your mind was just confused. A part of it was stuck on the Peter thing, and the other half was saying that this is a safe place- you said that the dream took place here, not in that cabin. So in order to protect you, your mind let yourself enjoy it, just like when I told you to pretend it was me."
Kira shook her head, "No, that's unacceptable, I don't want that to be true, I don't want to just accept this! I don't want to enjoy his touch! I feel disgusting, filthy!"
Again Malia shushed her, wrapping an arm around her and nosing her hair, "I don't think you're filthy or disgusting. You have no control over what your mind does when you're sleeping." Softly Malia kissed Kira, a brush of her lips against her cheek, then on the lips. Malia whimpered and licked at Kira's mouth, hand slowly reaching between the Fox's legs.
"Malia, wait, I just…"
"I'm sorry, sorry, I just… I thought if I was the one touching you, it would help erase the memory. I just want to make you moan like he did…"
Kira felt a sharp pain in her chest at Malia's hurt tone; Malia had heard all of it back in the cabin. Peter had tricked her somehow, Kira was sure of it, but that didn't change the fact that Malia had heard her begging for Peter to fuck her, scent her! "I'm sorry Malia, I didn't enjoy what he did- I didn't! I don't know what happened, why I said those things…"
"Let me," Malia begged, fingers rubbing her clit through the fabric of her pants. Peter told her to push, knowing that Kira would be resistant to sexual contact after his conversation with her. But this would be good at conditioning Kira into letting it happen, to not say 'no' even if she wanted to. First they'd make her feel too guilty to say no to Malia, then she'd also stop saying no to Peter. "Let me, please, I'll make you feel good- I can be just as good as him, I promise." She pushed Kira back onto the pillows and straddled her, hips grinding down.
Kira nodded then, feeling broken by Malia's accusations… they were true after all. Hadn't she just confessed to fingering herself due to a dream about Peter? Surely that had hurt Malia, just like her mindless begging had hurt her- she needed to make that up to her somehow. If… If Malia needed to touch her like that, to reaffirm their bond, then Kira wouldn't say no. Even if she was still feeling ashamed.
Of course as soon as Malia saw the nod she curled in closer, bending over to plant light kisses on her face. She could still sense Kira's hesitance but she wasn't going to go overboard tonight, just enough to push her. Malia slid up her shirt, hands massaging her Kira's sides and stomach as she lightly bit down on her ear. "It'll be okay," Malia whispered.
As her girlfriend sat on top of her, Kira lie there, heart only half into it; it seemed almost ironic that Malia was touching the same parts as Peter had… As she continued to lick and bite her ear, the Coyote also maneuvered herself between Kira's legs instead of straddling her, fingers at her nipples. She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to chase away the image of Peter over top of her. Suddenly a voice whispered in her ear, "Shhh, it's okay Sweetness." Her eyes flew open and she jumped a bit, looking around.
"What… too much? Are you okay?"
"Did you hear that? It sounded like…"
Malia moved off of Kira, lying in the spot next to her, "Hear what?"
"Y-you didn't say that, right?" Kira asked in a small voice. No way had Malia said that- used that word. Plus it sounded exactly like Peter, not Malia at all.
"I didn't really say anything? I mean I moaned a bit, like usual, but no words… maybe it sounded like words to you, I was right by your ear," Malia offered. She hadn't actually heard anything so that must have meant Peter had whispered something; she bit her lip to hold back a smile, her father was being absolutely relentless.
Kira swallowed, looking around the room, "Must have been my brain being stupid then… Sorry."
"It's okay, we'll take it slow, and- oh, is your mom back?"
"Yea, that's her, Deaton must have had something already packed up for her."
Malia laughed lightly, trying to cheer up her girlfriend, "Yea, Deaton is always prepared. He probably figured someone would be stopping by for supernatural medicine."
"I just hope it helps," Kira sighed, sitting up to fix her shirt.
It didn't take long for Noshiko to come upstairs, two glasses of something in her hands. "Here, drink this, I already put the powder in there- Deaton even said it shouldn't taste awful. It will keep you relaxed and you won't dream."
"Thank you Mom," Kira sniffled, taking a glass. Both women watched as she gulped it down, not caring about the taste anyways.
Malia took the glass and silently signaled she'd wait to take it, just to make sure Kira was settled first. Noshiko nodded and hugged her daughter, "Come get me when you finally wake up, I'll make you both some food. Doesn't matter what time, come wake me."
Both girls nodded and Kira settled herself back under the covers, Mrs. Yukimura leaving the room.
"You aren't gonna drink yours?" Kira asked, surprised.
"I'm just waiting, I want to make sure you actually fall asleep before taking mine. I mean what if this stuff doesn't work on you like Wolfsbane doesn't? I figure Deaton would know and give your mom something that would work on a Kitsune but, just in case."
Kira smiled, eyes closing, "Thanks for caring so much. But it's working, I can already feel it."
"Well then, I'll be drinking mine shortly," Malia commented, running a hand through Kira's hair. In moments she could tell that the Fox was out, body relaxed; Malia couldn't know for sure how this stuff from Deaton worked… Maybe it didn't stop dreams, it just made it so you never recalled them upon waking. Just in case that were true, she curled in close to Kira, after drinking her own glass. "Peter will have you," she whispered. "He won't give up, he always gets what he wants." She fell asleep, whispering his name into Kira's ear, seeing if just maybe it would worm its way into her subconscious.
-Next Morning-
Kira slowly sat up, looking around her room with still bleary vision- she didn't see Peter so that must mean she was awake-awake and not still having a dream. She felt movement beside her, Malia, yea that was another sign that she was conscious. It was nice to actually feel rested for once- the medicine that they gave her at the hospital knocked her out but it didn't really let her sleep, just not be conscious. But the stuff Deaton had given them worked a lot better! She stretched and climbed out of bed, her stomach growling loudly.
"Oh yea, we're going to have a late dinner," Kira mumbled to herself. Then she registered the light levels in her room- the sun was out. "Or… I guess we're having breakfast instead… wow we slept through lunch and dinner? Hey Mom?" She leaned out into the hall, not wanting to leave Malia alone; she might freak out a bit at waking up and not having Kira there, Kira knew she would if the situation were reversed.
"Finally awake? I can't believe you slept all night, you must be starving," Mrs. Yukimura commented, coming upstairs from the kitchen.
"Yea, I know I'm hungry, and Malia is probably going to be absolutely starving when she wakes up."
"Yea, she does like to eat often, with that fast metabolism of hers. I was actually thinking of coming up soon to wake you- I know you both need rest but you also both need food, good thing you got up on your own though. I'll make some oyakodon for the two of you, sound good?"
Kira nodded her head, then thought for a moment, "Might want to also cook some sausage, Malia is really going to be hungry. I'll try and tell her to not overdo it though, she can always eat a snack if she's still hungry."
"It will be ready soon, see if you can't help her get up."
With that, Kira went back over to the bed and rubs Malia's back. "Wakey, wakey Malia, Mom is making us some food." Surely she hadn't taken the medicine that much later than her so she shouldn't be in a deep sleep.
But the mention of food easily got through to her, "Food? Food sounds awesome right now." Just like that she had her eyes open and was stretching under the sheets. "Did you get some rest? You look a bit better," she commented, noticing the dark circle under Kira's eyes were just about gone.
"Actually yea, I feel better, didn't wake up randomly due to any nightmares. That stuff really works, I don't remember having any dreams at all, just like Mom said. We got quite a few hours of sleep. You slept well too right?"
Malia nodded, "Yea, I didn't wake up either. And my stomach is feeling it, we slept through dinner."
"Always thinking with your stomach," Kira joked, rolling her eyes. "Well get out of bed and maybe take a shower, help you wake up, I'll take one after. Food should be done by then. Just don't use up all the hot water, okay?"
"Or, maybe we can save time and just go together," Malia teased as she threw back the covers to climb out of bed.
"Not with my mom here," Kira mumbled. Noshiko was okay with Malia always sneaking in and sleeping with her, but Kira was pretty sure she'd draw the line at naked times in the bathroom. The only reason she was okay with Malia sneaking in was because she knew the Coyote felt a lot more comfortable around Pack, around her girlfriend, than sitting at home alone. Plus Malia knew better than to do anything more than kissing or she'd get kicked out.
"Yea, I know, I was teasing. It would be fun, but we'd get busted… I am going to brush my teeth at least."
Kira agreed, that was a good place to start after sleeping for so long. Then they just went downstairs to talk with Mrs. Yukimura while she was cooking instead of showering.
When the food was done, Mrs. Yukimura gave them both a bowl, Malia's with sausage in it. "Maybe after breakfast, you should go see your dad? I'm sure he's worried about you."
"Yea… I do need to go see him. He's pretty chill with me being gone a lot but… even I know he's probably worried and wants to see I'm okay. Thanks for breakfast again, and for letting me stay."
"You two had been through a lot, it wouldn't be fair to separate you two. Kira will you be okay alone?"
"Alone? What do you mean alone?"
Noshiko cleared her throat, "I'm going to go talk with Scott and Derek about what we're going to do. Peter cannot be allowed to get away with this. They've been suspicious of his actions ever since he left Beacon Hills and when Derek told me he was certain Peter was the traveling serial killer on the news… He's coming back to Beacon Hills and we're going to deal with him. Obviously I didn't think you'd want to go, since it wouldn't be a happy topic. But Malia is going to be gone for awhile… and your dad is at the school, getting ready for class in just a couple of days."
"Alone, right… I'll uh, I'll be fine. I mean Dad probably won't be gone all day right? And Malia, she can come back tonight?"
"Yea, she can come back tonight, I'm sure her father knows better than to try and keep her home at this point. It will only be for a few hours at the most. If you don't want to be alone, someone from the Pack would be more than happy to keep you company?"
Kira shook her head, wanting to be strong, "I'll be okay. I mean, if anything comes up, I have everyone's number, surely not all of them need to be present for the Peter discussion. I'll be fine, I promise."
"Alright, well I'm going to go, did you need a ride Malia?"
"No, I'll just run, running always helps clear my head. Thanks for the offer though."
Mrs. Yukimura nodded and hugged her daughter before leaving; surely she had nothing to worry about. As it was, the Pack was going to be doing some patrols, stopping by the house to make sure Peter wasn't going to try anything. But Kira didn't need to know that, it would probably just upset her more if they thought Peter would probably stay close. So Noshiko was happy to keep her daughter in the dark about the serious threat she was still under.
After she drove off, Malia put her bowl in the sink, "So… since I'm going to be leaving, and we're home alone… how about that shower?"
"Wait, are you serious?"
"Of course I am," Malia cooed, pulled her shirt off and tossing it to Kira, wearing nothing underneath. Then she sauntered upstairs, untying her shorts as she went; at the top of the stairs she shimmied out of them, leaving them on the floor. Again, she was making Kira feel like she had to agree to this, convincing her to ignore her inner doubts and discomforts.
"Malia… I…" she hurried up the steps, making sure to pick up the shorts on the floor as she passed them.
"If you don't want me to use up all the warm water, you best get in with me," Malia called, lightly tossing her underwear out from the bathroom.
"But…?"
"But nothing, we're home alone. It's not really breaking the rules if your mom knowingly left us alone together. We never do anything when they are home, so this is fine." The Coyote turned on the shower and stepped in. She smiled to herself when she heard Kira sigh in defeat. The door closed and there was a light rustling as Kira undressed then pushed open the shower curtain.
"Happy?"
"Mhmm," Malia nodded, pulling her into the spray. "It's just like after the lacrosse games, when I sneak into the women's locker room to shower with you. Only without the school smell."
"If Mom finds out, she's going to be mad…" Kira mumbled.
Malia rolled her eyes, "Then she shouldn't find out, it's not like we're going to tell her." Her hands slid lower, lightly squeezing Kira's behind and pulling her in closer. "Now, are we going to have some fun?"
Kira started to backpedal, still feeling uncomfortable with all this but Malia pressed her up against the wall suddenly kneeling down. "What are you doing?!"
"Take a wild guess," Malia murmured, licking at the Fox's thighs. "Open your legs," she ordered, hand coming up and pulling at her knee to force her legs wider.
"You… I don't like... this makes me feel-"
"It made you feel good with him, I want to prove I can too." With that Malia reached up and gently rubbed at her clit. She could hear Kira's heart spike at her words, good, now she'd probably stay quiet. Satisfied, she moved in closer, hand moving out of the way so she could lick at her instead; she didn't waste time either, knowing that she'd need to leave soon. Malia pushed her tongue inside, licking and sucking, a satisfied rumbling coming from her throat.
Kira was biting her lip again, not really sure how to feel about any of this, but she couldn't just ask Malia to stop. So she stayed there, leaning against the wall as Malia knelt in front of her; if she relaxed maybe she'd get into it? As Malia moved up towards her clit, fingers pushing inside her, she let out a light moan, closing her eyes. This was okay, this was normal- they were dating, it was okay to be intimate. As she relaxed, she let her legs fall open a bit more, giving Malia more room. Another moan escaped as she felt Malia's fingers pump faster, tongue moving in tight circles.
"You're so hot," Malia moaned, slowly standing, kissing her way up Kira's body, fingers still moving in and out.
"As much as I don't, want to ruin the moment, maybe we should actually shower?" Kira panted, not wanting to get totally carried away.
"Yea, you're probably right," Malia agreed, slowly pulling her fingers out.
The girls washed quickly after that, Malia getting dressed and saying goodbye, "I'll be back tonight, after my dad is satisfied that I'm really okay. Call me if you need me sooner, I'll hurry over."
"Thanks, see you tonight."
They kissed and then Malia started jogging in the direction of her house; after she got close, she made a detour into the woods. In no time at all, she was back at her old coyote den, and Peter was there.
"Hi Daddy, is everything still going as planned?"
"Yes, you've been doing a good job I'm sure. Kira of course wasn't excited to see me the other day but by the end of it, she was feeling great. How did it go at the hospital, I know we didn't really have time to talk about it when I came to you."
"I watched, like you told me to. The nurse, Shannon, she did just like you asked, so you can wire her the rest of the money. After the doctors finished examining us, she came in to give us all sorts of pills. I saw her scan the emergency contraceptive but then palm it, dropping in a regular pill, looked like an aspirin. Kira didn't see, didn't say anything, just happy to take it. She hasn't menstruated at all so none of the other nurses gave her anything while I wasn't looking. Kira should be pregnant."
"Good, very good. And it only cost me three grand, not bad at all. Gotta love corruptible workers. Jennifer was more than happy to recruit her to our cause, bless her dead heart. It was a shame she had to die but Derek figured me out a bit too soon. Shannon though, she was still willing to help me, all I had to do was kill her mother- got her a fat life insurance check. Humans are good for something after all. And you've been pressuring Kira?"
Malia nodded, "Yes, yesterday after she calmed down a bit from the interaction with you and then again this morning, I had her shower with me. The guilt trips are working just as well as you thought they would although I'm not sure how often I should use that tactic."
"Maybe not for the next few days, I'm also going to back off a bit- I want to win her over, not break her. You continue to console her, in a few days I'll visit her again… I'm hoping that no one will tell her about the connection and she'll think it's still just dreams."
"Why do we need her to think it's a dream?"
Peter stepped closer to his daughter, cupping her cheek, "If she understands that I'm really in her head this early, it will be too much pressure. If she gets used to me visiting and resigns herself to the 'dreams' it will have a much better effect when she finally finds out it's all been real. She'll realize that she wasn't just dreaming about me, but that I was really there and she was enjoying it. But if she finds that out right away, she'll balk and try to keep me out."
"I see," Malia nodded. "This way she just thinks she has no control over it… And by the time she realizes, you'll be in too deep for her to take back control. No one mentioned the stuff that happened with Lydia, she has no idea that you gave her a Claim Bite… I don't think Scott or Derek even know. They were too preoccupied with your scent to come close to us at first so I don't think they saw the scar. That's good right?"
"Yes, that's very good! The more time I have with her before they find out the truth, the better. Hopefully we'll have a good hold over her before anyone finds out she's pregnant. Are you sure you'll be able to convince her to keep it? There is always a chance that she'll resist me for awhile and she'll figure out that she's carrying my baby before I can win her over. If that happens it might set us back… I'd rather not have to kidnap her and convince her in person, she needs to come to me."
"I can do it! I will, trust me. I won't let you down." She stepped closer to him, needing for him to believe her but Peter stepped back.
"We can't get close, if the others catch my scent on you, they'll know I've been to see you. Why don't you head on home, spend time with Mr. Tate. I'll come find you in a few days, give you a heads up before I make another move on Kira." With the briefest of kisses, he said his goodbye and then hurried out of the den. He needed to get back out of the immediate area while the Pack was busy with their little meeting.