A/N: I suck at keeping up an updating schedule please forgive me? :c
Also, this fic was inspired by writing4thewolves you should all check out her wondrous stories you won't regret it c:
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"Beautifully, crushingly so. A paradox meant to be sought."
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Sheet Sharers
Wolsey
Warm breath fans the back of my neck, soft chuckles ensue by ringing in my ears afore a husky masculine voice manifests,
"You do know peeping toms make a hell of a first impression, right?" tufted brows rendezvous in the middle of my temple as a prominent frown washes over my delicate features. The hand screening my vision suddenly drops as so does the one secured on the span of my waist. My anatomy whips around and I find myself squinting my gaze at him, flushed cheeks proving the throbbing discomfort I had priorly experienced.
"The door was opened," I blurted, eyes widening in surprise at my own choice of words only to try in futile attempts to backtrack seconds later, " I swear 'is really not what it looks like," yeah because that is so much better. "C-c-clothes, Emily said I could borrow some," his milk chocolate orbs bore deeply into mine, unwavering, the glint of mirth behind them was not lost on me. I couldn't help but take in his handsome-ish features during our stare off.
His russet skin seemed smooth to the touch, well-defined muscles with the all too familiar swirl of ink on his right shoulder, sharp clavicles and square jaw, strong cheekbones that could easily slash through the thickest of glass accompanied a pair of light brown eyes, which were framed by thick curved lashes, strands of his corn silk hair claiming some of the spaces in between them caught my attention forcing my wandering eyes upwards. He had shaved both sides of his head almost all the way down to the skin leaving a smooth, stubble behind while the top of it remained untouched falling beautifully to his front and right side. His stance stood tall before me not as tall as Wynter, but he still towered effortlessly over me giving me that dreadful feeling of inferiority and vulnerability. My stance grew even tauter when he crossed his arms over his six-packed god-ish torso. The concept of t-shirt seemed alien in this house, apparently.
The words flew my lips before I could seize them.
"Besides, you're one to talk wouldn't you agree? I wasn't really looking but then again, you wouldn't have known if I was peeping or not if you hadn't been peeping right along with me." rows of contagious snickers follow my words, the mellifluous sound evoking a smile on my own visage as a hand stretches ahead of me. I shook it.
"Keepin' it sassy, I like it," he gives my hand a hearty squeeze before hauling me off the hall and into another room, a large wooden wardrobe materializes in my field of vision, the thing clearly occupies half the area since we have to cramp together to even fit in the remaining space. The male flashes me an amused smile over his shoulder afore opening the piece of ancient furniture, stance dipping slightly to roam through the displayed rack of clothing, "Do I get a name or what?" he suddenly asks as he grabs a black hoodie with a red inscription on the front, tossing it my way.
My reflexes act promptly as I catch the piece of fabric before it smacks my face,"I'm Wolsey, um Wolsey Black," his posture straightens at my words, wardrobe closing before he turns to face me with a small nod.
"Ah, I knew those eyes seemed familiar, Wyatt and Wynter's baby sister, right? Glad to finally put a face to the protagonist of all the stories I'm Corbin Uley and those two we had the disgrace of walking upon are Nina Clearwater and Diesel Uley, DJ, if you must."
"They are imprints then?" I inquisitively wonder, head cocking vaguely sideways.
"Heavens, no. Try more like friends with benefits without the friends part attached so just sheet sharers really… Though Nina is always craving more as you can probably tell since she basically chewed your head off when you were eye-candying my idiotic brother."
"I w-wasn't. I just got here I-" but he cuts me off preventing me from unraveling my case further.
"Chill, just pulling your leg a bit no harm meant, honestly," I match his grin with one of my own, playing absentmindlessly with the sleeves of my soaked pullover.
"So Nina wants to be his girlfriend?" I pressed.
"Oh in her little bubble fantasy she already is."
"And that would be a problem because…?" I have no idea why I'm pursuing this is not as if this topic is of crucial importance to me but for some unbeknownst reason, I'm curious to find out the outcome.
"My brother has a commitment phobia not that you'll hear him ever admit to it not for a long shot even though feelings and interactions are seriously not his forte. He's a solid venerable leader then again take him out of his pack responsibilities and fam entourage, and he is a clueless idiot with the temper of a short fuse," Corbin shakes his head a troubled sigh rushing past his lips, "Mom and Dad are on extreme lookout for his wolf everlasting partner, they do believe he is just touring through an adolescent phase but you know what? Enough about him that thing sure looks uncomfortable," he signals to my knitted cardigan which keeps on dripping onto the wooden boards underneath my feet.
"Just leave the sweater in the hamper mum will sort it out oh and Wolsey?"
"Yeah?" my eyes meet his as a goofy beam blossoms on his visage.
"Welcome to the family," he said, offering me a wink afore closing the door on his way out, restoring my much-needed privacy.
The small smile that adorns my rosy lips refuses to vanish as I peel the soak layers of heavy cloth from my petite torso shivering conspicuously for a few seconds till I finally manage to shimmy my way into the large hoodie, hands smoothing out the wrinkles of the wolves red team logo embellishing its front. I proceed to hunch my posture to gather my discarded sweater and white tee dropping them both in the hamper Corbin mentioned priorly his departure.
With renewed confidence and throbbing hunger, I maneuver my way out of the room and pad along the hallway moving towards the flight of stairs scarcely away from my position a melodious hum whistling past my lips.
"Is that my hoodie?" My steps falter and come to a brusque halt in the middle of the aisle whilst I seek to process the spoken words bouncing off my back in slow motion.
"I asked you a question," My breath hitches and I swallow the knot that suddenly formed in my throat as the unmistakable sound of footsteps reverberates behind my rooted anatomy, the timbre of the voice intimidating me greatly.
"Corbin... He um he gave it to m-me," my response came out in a soft barely audible whisper, perspiration accumulating in my palms and nape.
"Corbin knows better than to mess with my stuff now take it off," Eyes widen considerably at the harsh demand, feet moving ahead of me in a mad rush to bolt what could be a potential fight.
Nonetheless, I rarely make it far when the hood of the sweatshirt I'm sporting is yanked on. "Take. It. Off. Now." My already quaking anatomy is roughly manhandled and shoved into the nearest wall an 'oomph' of air abandoning my lungs as my breath is cut short.
Unsympathetic hands fist the hem of the sweatshirt, a menacing growl buzzing around my petrified form as my head drops shamefully, raven coal hair falling like a halo screening my countenance from my abuser. Silent tears eventually surpass the confine of my orbs to stream furiously down my cheeks the moment I feel scorching fingers prodding at my skin. I shakily lift my arms above my still ducked head in utter mortification. The comfort of the large black hoodie abandons me in a brusque motion, leaving me in my strawberry pink bra, arms shifting on their own accord, trying to cover as much skin as possible the moment I finally decide to lift my head only to rendezvous the most mesmerizing pair of amber brown eyes I've ever seen.
I can barely take in his appearance due to our shared proximity, but that doesn't deter me in noticing his imperfectly beautiful features from up close. His feathery chocolate mane cascades past his broad shoulders in the form of thick dreadlocks and some even frame his angular diamond shaped face tickling my own flushed cheeks in the process.
My arms give up only to fall numbly by my sides. His eyes narrow defiantly evoking a small whimper from my lips when he leans dangerously in. I close my eyes.
1 Mississipi
2 Mississippi's
3 Mississippi's
I peek my left eye open to the feeling of something silky unexpectedly hitting my calves, only to realize I have been left by myself. Curious orbs wander gingerly to the piece of fabric now resting by my feet a gasp vacating my lungs when it dawns on me what it is exactly.
His hoodie.
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ooooh la la ;)