Chapter Five
Another full moon had come and gone. Peter had now seen Ariel shift on more than one occasion. Each time he did, he wanted to stop her pain. Wanted to go to her and stop the transformation. When he expressed those feelings, Ariel told him that if she spent too long without changing, it would hurt more on the full moon. So Peter reluctantly accepted it.
Their days were spent lazing around the house, mostly in bed after having sex, and going for walks in the woods...which usually ended with them having sex. On more than one occasion, the two of them had found themselves skinny dipping in the privately owned lake nearby.
"Want a beer?" Peter asked Ariel as they lounged in the hammock in front of the trailer, Ariel just nodded against his chest and shifted so that the blanket he had covered them with was still on her when he got up to grab them both a beer.
As he went inside, Ariel sat up and grabbed the pack of cigarettes and lit one for each of them. When Peter came back, he took up his spot next to her after opening both beers and taking the cigarette she offered as she took her beer.
After a while, when the beers were mostly gone, they had fallen asleep basking in the sun. Something Peter noticed that Ariel loved to do. He had told her more than once that it had to of been because of her being part cat. A comment that Ariel had always laughed at, but nonetheless agreed with every time.
Ariel woke up to the scent of someone nearby. Opening her eyes, she saw a young girl with long, thick brown hair. She recognized the girl as Cristina Wendell, a freshman at Hemlock Grove High. With a purr, Ariel stretched and shook Peter awake.
"Ah! Mil trulj!" Peter gasped when he noticed Christina next to them. Ariel simply giggled at his reaction as he righted himself on the hammock.
"You're a gypsy" Christina stated as she fiddled with her notebook.
"And your a stalker" was Peter's response.
"I've seen you two swimming in my grandparents pond" Christina said without missing a beat.
"So you've seen us naked?" Peter asked blandly, Ariel wanted to say something to the girl but was too tired to do anything. So instead she raked her nails up and down Peter's back.
"I don't care" Christina shrugged. "It's just that... I'm a novelist, so it's important to me to understand people's motivations."
"You're a novelist, huh?" Peter asked, reaching for Ariel's forgotten beer before handing Ariel her own. "Impressive."
"Why swim in their pond when the river's right there?" the freshman asked them.
"Cuz the river's polluted as balls" Ariel spoke up.
"And to get your facts straight," Peter continued "I'm only a half breed...technically" he shrugged. "My grandfather, Nikolai, he was full Kalderash Roma from the Carpathians but... he came to the states and he married a gadje woman."
"What does any of that mean?" Christina asked. Ariel couldn't help but roll her eyes. She wanted this girl gone so that she could enjoy the rest of the time she had with Peter before Lynda came back.
"It means us Rumancek's will forever ride the earth on two horses with only one ass" Peter said, then without even blinking his gaze shifted to Christina. "You want a beer?" he asked her.
"Refill?" Ariel asked her partner, placing a kiss to his shoulder. "Mine's warm as donkey piss."
"Beer kills brain cells" Christina shook her head.
"Some of us have extra then" Peter smirked as he tapped his bottle to his temple before taking a swing of the now warm liquid.
"Well then the guy who used to live here must have been...a rocket scientist" Christina almost giggled as she looked around at all of the empty bottles and cans that littered the front of the trailer. "What happened to him?"
"Vince, my uncle, died of alcohol poisoning" Peter told her blandly before dumping out a portion of his beer as an offering to the dead. Ariel watched as Christina slowly made her way around the pseudo-yard.
"Do you worship the devil?" the girl asked a moment later, pointing to the pentagram hat Ariel had carved into the tree. The question caused the blonde to giggle into Peter's back.
"Do we worship the devil, she says" Peter muttered with a chuckle before standing, bringing Ariel with him.
"Each point represents an element" Ariel answered the younger girl. "Earth, Air, Fire and Water. The topmost point is spirit. The pentagram has been around a lot longer than Christianity or even Catholicism. It's actually a symbol of protection against the dark."
"Plus it looks fuckin' metal" Peter added in as he leaned against the broken down fridge, draining the rest of his beer before tossing the bottle aside and placing the now free hand against Ariel's stomach as she leaned her back against him. "What?" he asked when he noticed Christina staring.
"Are you a werewolf?" Christina blatantly asked, causing Ariel to stiffen slightly against Peter.
"Now we know who your literary influences are?" Peter smirked, discretely stroking his thumb beneath black and blue shorts to ease her nerves. "You going to find me a vampire to have a sexless three-way with?" he joked.
"Baby, with how often we go at it, you wouldn't survive a minute" Ariel joked, turning her head so that she could place a kiss on his arm.
"Gross" Christina wrinkled her nose. "But your index and middle fingers are the same length" she continued after a slight pause "And they say that makes you a werewolf."
"Jesus" Peter said, bringing both of his hands out in front of Ariel to look at them. "Where do you get something like that?" he asked.
"I don't know, TV or whatever" Christina shrugged. "So are you a werewolf or what?"
"Sure" Peter said after a minute of silence. "Are you a retard?" he asked. Ariel didn't even try to hide her laughter.
"No" Christina shifted uncomfortably.
"My heightened werewolf sense indicates otherwise" Peter joked.
"I don't think you're supposed to say that word" the brunette pointed out.
"Yea, 'werewolf' is pretty racist" the gypsy stated. "I prefer 'sexy-man-beast'"
"Mmm, me too" Ariel purred. She was so far beyond in the mood. If only the little girl would fucking leave already.
"Again gross" came Christina's reply. "I mean 'retard'"
"He knew what you meant" Ariel rolled her eyes.
Suddenly, the sound of a police siren came through the trees causing both of the older teens to look up at the road. Where they saw the sheriff drive by them. Turning, Christina smiled and waved at the man, who waved back before driving off.
"That's Tom" Christina told them.
"Tom?"
"Sheriff Sworn to us common folk" Ariel shrugged, leaning her head back against Peter's shoulder.
"He's my friends dad, he's cool" Christina said. "I go to school with his kids..." she trailed off.
"No, Ha. Know when to say when" Peter said, causing Ariel to giggle before he let her go and went to sit on the hammock.
"Your weird" Christina commented.
"There's the door" was all Peter said, pointing to the stairs as he walked by with his pants and boots in hand, Ariel followed him so that she could get back inside of the trailer.
"And kind of mean" the brunette added. "But, good material. You are too, Ariel" she said to the barely clothed blonde. Ariel didn't even have a response.
"We're patrons of the arts" Peter saluted before opening up the door and allowing Ariel to walk in first.
"Welcome to the neighborhood" she heard Christina's voice say from the other side of the door.
While Peter went into the bathroom, Ariel padded into their room and began stripping out of her small shorts and tight black tank top, leaving her bare against their small bed.
"Hey there sexy man beast" she purred as soon as he came back into the room. She could hear the low growl that erupted from Peter's throat before he pounced on her, making the bed jump slightly which caused the blonde to giggle.
"Hey there pussycat" he growled, brushing his lips against her neck the contact causing shivers to erupt throughout Ariel's body.
Peter's fingers easily slid down her body, tracing lines down and around her thighs before drifting up to her warm apex. A moan ripped through her as she arched her back to him. She needed to be as close to him as possible. Ariel let out a gasp as her lover's fingers found their way to where she wanted them most, moaning as they slipped deep into her warmth. As he added a second finger, Peter started up a slow, languid pace that drove Ariel crazy.
Her moans coming out in breathy purrs as he worked her from the inside out. Ariel could feel him stiffen against her leg through his small gray boxers. She knew what she wanted, and even though she wanted him as quick as possible, Ariel knew that she would enjoy their romp so much more at the pace he was setting. Peter obviously knew it too as he slowly worked his fingers while he kissed and nipped her neck lightly.
But before they could get any further, they heard the door slam shut. Pulling away from each other, Ariel quickly threw on her clothes and curled up into a ball with a whimper. Chuckling, Peter kissed her forehead before leaving the room to greet Lynda while Ariel centered herself.
"Where's Ariel?" she heard Lynda asked from the living room.
"She'll be out in a second" came Peter's voice.
With a light sigh, Ariel brushed her hair back and quickly braided it over her shoulder before leaving to room.
"Here" Peter said, handing her a beer and a cigarette as she sat on his lap.
"Thanks" she muttered, grabbing both from him as he wrapped his arms around her waist. "So, school tomorrow. Fun" Ariel stated sarcastically as she placed the cigarette between her lips and worked on taking the cap off of the beer bottle, pouting when she had to hand it back to Peter.
"Oh, Ariel, that reminds me." Lynda spoke up from her spot on the couch. "Your mother called."
"What what did the neglectful bitch have to say this time?" Ariel sighed through a stream of smoke.
"Just that she won't be home for another few weeks" was Lynda's answer.
"Translating into 'Sorry Ariel but I don't give two shits about you and I'm staying in the Bahama's for another six months'" Ariel said. "But it's whatever, cuz I have you guys" she hummed, snuggling into Peter as she sipped her beer.