Yes, another Isaac Lahey story... I may or may not have a problem.

I am working on my other stories too, I promise! I just couldn't get this idea out of my head and I had to finally write it out. Plus, this fandom is seriously lacking in Isaac fics and I want my boy to have happiness, damn it! So without further ado, here is the first chapter of my new story!

WARNING: Sexual content

Another day, another death.

This is so fucked up. This should not be as normal as it has become. But each time a person in his life dies, the feeling of pain, distraught, and grief almost is like second nature to him now. Even long before he was even aware of the supernatural hell this town really was. First, he loses his family. While two-thirds of it were awful, he would have been lying if he said that a tiny part of him didn't miss them. Next, Erica and Boyd, fellow outsiders who chose to partake in this godforsaken world because like him, they believed it would actually make their lives better. Now they are buried six feet other. And don't forget Aiden. Despite the beta's hatred towards him and his twin brother, he couldn't deny the fact that they really were trying their best to become one of the good guys. Only one of them now had the chance to carry on that mission.

Then there was Allison…

Isaac still couldn't process it. Out of all of the deaths he had witnessed, this was the one that gutted him the most. But he wasn't sure which part of it hurt the most- the act of the huntress he had come to love dying or the fact that she was in the arms of the one she truly loved, Scott. Hearing Allison proclaim her real feelings for the alpha right in front of him was like a slap in the face. Did everything Isaac thought they had not mean anything to her? Was he just her way of trying to get over her first love?

Apparently it didn't work. Isaac didn't have the heart to be angry about it though. Not when he would have done the exact same thing if he was dying in the arms of… anyway.

It had been a few hours since the funeral ended. Everyone was gathered in Derek's loft, exhausted from not only burying another friend, but also saving Stiles from his possession of the Nogitsune. All of the threats in Beacon Hills finally seemed to have disappeared. Who knows how long that will last? So they all wanted to bask in it as much as possible, even while grieving and remembering the dead. After a while, the thick and mournful atmosphere was becoming too much for Isaac to handle and he stepped outside just to catch some fresh air.

He had been sitting on the concrete with his back against the brick wall for quite a while. The sun had been setting and the moon had already taken its place in the darkened sky. Cool air brushed Isaac's fair cheeks, making them slightly turn pink. His eyes were shut to shield them from drying out from the wind. Cars drove by every once in a while, the sound of their tires the only thing he could hear. But Isaac eventually began to tune that out as well. It wasn't until he felt another body stand right beside him when he finally opened his eyes. Out of all people, he shouldn't have been surprised to see Scott above him, giving him the most pitiful smile known to man.

"Mind if you had some company?" Scott asked. Isaac just answered with a nod before the true alpha slid down onto the ground next to him. Scott let out a drawn out sigh. "Funerals are so overwhelming."

Isaac shrugged. "I've grown used to it after the second one I've been too."

He honestly didn't mean to make that sound so melancholy so when Scott grimaced, Isaac couldn't help but feel guilty. Even though he was the one who had experienced the most loss out of the pack with the exception of Derek. Not that it was a sick competition or anything like that.

"Sorry," Scott apologized sincerely.

"Don't sweat it," Isaac assured him, "It's okay."

"Are you okay though?" Scott asked, being the concerned and caring guy he was. Sometimes Isaac found it annoying. Only sometimes. Right now he didn't have it in him to feel that way.

How was Isaac even supposed to answer Scott's question though? No, he wasn't okay. That was the honest truth. He was tired. So fucking tired. Physically and emotionally. All he wanted to do is lock himself away from the world and never come back out. He wanted scream up to the sky and let out all of the pent up anguish in his body. Not for the first time in this past year, Isaac was deeply regretting accepting this bite in the beginning.

Was he going to tell anyone that? Probably not, no. Instead, Isaac let the corner of his mouth twitch in a half-assed attempt of a smile.

"You know," he answered, eyes remaining on the buildings across the street, "as okay I can be considering…" he waved his hand around, "everything, I guess."

Scott nodded. "I get it." They didn't speak for another few minutes. Scott looked over at his friend. "Allison did care about you, you know. She wouldn't want you to think otherwise. I think… I think that in the moment, she was just pondering on our history together. Everything was just happening so fast that I don't think she took you being right there into consideration." Wincing almost as if he were in pain, Scott recoiled. "I'm sorry. I know I'm not really helping much right now."

Oddly enough, this didn't bother Isaac so much. He knew Scott was trying as comforting as he could. So the beta shook his head. "It's cool. Really." He looked down at his shoes that were way too pointed and uncomfortable for his liking. "Did Chris tell you that he was going back to France?"

"Yeah, he just told me while I was up there," Scott answered.

"He told me that if I wanted to I could go with him," Isaac told him.

This seemed to surprise Scott. It took Isaac aback as well when Chris first approached him with the offer before the funeral. Isaac didn't realize when he and the hunter had become so close, but apparently the death of a loved one can bring together even the most unlikely of allies. Funny how life works out, isn't it?

"Are you going with him?" Scott asked, reminding Isaac of the last time they had a similar conversation when he debated on leaving Beacon Hills with Erica and Boyd.

Right now though, Isaac's answer wasn't so clear.

"Honestly, I don't know," he told the alpha, "It would probably make more sense if I did go with him. It's not like I have much left here, you know? My family's dead, I don't have a girlfriend worth staying for… I don't think this town is necessarily home to me anymore."

"But…"

With a sigh, Isaac raked his slender fingers through his mop of curls. "I don't know what it is… but there's something that's holding me back. Almost like it would be wrong of me to leave. I keep going back and forth with myself and I just…" he sighed exasperatedly, "fuck… I'm lost."

"No, I understand," Scott said, "It's not an easy decision to make. No matter what, nothing's going to be the same as it was before. Either way, we're all here for each other, whether in different parts of the world or in Beacon Hills. And that's including you. You're always pack."

"Thanks," Isaac said sincerely, nodding his head, "I, uh, I appreciate that." The late November air became even nippier for him to handle so the boy took that as his cue. He pushed himself off the ground so he was standing. "I think I'm gonna call it a night."

"Do you wanna take my bike home?" Scott asked, "I can have Stiles give me a ride later."

"Nah, that's okay," Isaac replied, "I'll just walk. Gives me a chance to think about things. I'll be fine though."

He could see the hesitance on Scott's face, but the alpha didn't question him any further. Instead he just smiled toothlessly, again looking so damn pitiful.

"Okay. I'll see you later, Isaac."

Then with a small wave, Isaac walked away from the building.

The more he walked, the more his body temperature adjusted to keeping himself warm against the cool weather. He loosened his tie, annoyed with how it rubbed against the back of his neck. A bit of air puffed out of his mouth when he let out a long sigh. The lengthy day started to catch up to Isaac and he rubbed his eyes to keep himself awake. At least until he made it back to Scott's house.

Like he told Scott, walking throughout Beacon Hills gave Isaac the opportunity to ponder about his future. Should he stay or should he go? It was such a heavy question… one that could change his entire future. That was so damn scary to think about. But he guessed that it was time to start about these things. He wasn't getting any younger and he knew it wasn't going to be long until he had to start thinking about what he wanted to do with his life. Or even if he wanted to do anything with his life. Staying in hiding didn't seem like such a bad idea. If anything, Isaac could probably benefit from laying low for a while.

God, this was too much thinking for one day. Isaac didn't want to think anymore. He just wanted to breathe.

About twenty-two minutes into his walk, Isaac was starting to wish that he did take Scott's bike back to the house. These damn shoes were killing him and the suit looked so out of place among the bystanders he passed throughout the town. Now the moon was out. Not a full one, just half, thank god. Despite it being cold, Isaac couldn't deny that it was actually a nice night. The stars were out, illuminating Beacon Hills along with the moon. It was kind of beautiful and it almost made the beta forget the heavy event that took place earlier that day.

Before he knew it, Isaac found himself standing in front of the local diner. He didn't even realize how starving he was until he felt his stomach rumble. A quick bite sounded pretty good at the moment. Without a second thought, Isaac pushed through the door, the bell above it ringing to announce his entrance.

"Take a seat anywhere, son," he heard one of the cooks in the back bellow out from the open kitchen, "Someone will be with you to take your order soon."

"Thanks," Isaac said before choosing a seat.

He picked the bar since it was empty and didn't really want to be near anyone else at the moment. He opened the menu that was already laying on the bar top and scanned it until he found something that sounded good. Not many people were in the diner, just a small family and a couple that was on the elderly side. It was too quiet, making Isaac a little hesitant to make any sort of movement to avoid any unwanted attention.

"Hi, welcome to Sam's, I'll be taking care of you tonight. My name is…"

What was once a strong and confident voice became weaker as it trailed off when Isaac looked up in front of him. Standing before him was a cute girl Isaac's age, eyes the lightest blue and long and thick midnight black hair tied up sloppily. Freckles dusted all over her pale skin. A pair of glasses was perched on top of her upturned nose, only adding onto her geeky charm. Her work uniform was simple, only consisting of a black long sleeve top, jeans, scuffed up Converse, and the black apron tied around her slender yet curvy waist.

"Isaac." She stammered slightly as she shook her head. "I mean, of course my name's not Isaac. Yours is. And well, you already know my name so I'm just going to stop… hi."

"Hey, Faith," Isaac chuckled, amused with the girl's quirky reaction, "I can't believe I forgot that you still work here. I thought you would have moved on to bigger and better things by now."

"Not yet," Faith told him. Her stance and facial expressions were more relaxed now, which was always normal whenever she was around Isaac. "One day though. But I can't complain. They're pretty good to me here."

"That's good," Isaac said sincerely, "I'm glad to see that you're doing well."

"Thank you," Faith smiled. She realized that she was staring just a tad too long and cleared her throat. "You want some coffee?"

Isaac nodded. "Sure. Thanks. And could I get the BLT combo as well, please?"

"You got it."

As he shrugged his jacket off his shoulders, Isaac continued to watch Faith as she worked. He forgot how peaceful he always was whenever he was near the girl. But it shouldn't have come as a surprise to him. They used had been close friends for the short time they've known each other, borderline best friends. Like Isaac, Faith had been a little bit of a nobody herself. Ever since she had moved to Beacon Hills from Los Angeles in the middle of freshman year, she was picked on for being a performing arts nerd, which had some effect on her social life that made things a little difficult for her. Isaac never cared about any of that though. In fact, he was the one who went up to Faith when he found her crying in the hallway and told her that he thought she was pretty cool and talented, which was the honest truth. He also said to screw everyone else that told her otherwise.

That was the first time he had ever seen Faith smile.

From that moment on, the two were inseparable. They would hang out all of the time during school, after school, and even on the weekends. Every once in a while, they would even have sleepovers at Faith's house. Faith was the only person Isaac's father allowed him to hang out with. It surprised Isaac, especially when the sound of his breathing could set his father off, but he never questioned it. Hell, he would have taken any opportunity to spend more time with Faith and away from his father as he could. Back then he didn't know how he would have ever survived if he didn't have her in his life to go to when he needed that love and support she had provided him.

Unfortunately, things started to change sometime around Isaac had accepted the bite from Derek. They didn't have a fight or anything of the sort. It was just one of those cases where they both became too busy to hang out like they used to. Faith was always occupied with the performing arts department while Isaac was adjusting to the werewolf life, which he never told her about. He didn't want her to think he was a freak or worse, put her in any danger by her knowing. So they both kept their distance from each other.

There was never any animosity towards each other despite them not being as close anymore. They actually always silently supported and cheered each other on whenever they passed by through the school hallways. They always thought about each other, even if neither of them knew it. After all, they were each other's firsts- first friends, first kiss, and even first time. You never forget something like that.

Faith poured hot coffee into a mug and set it in front of Isaac, which he accepted graciously. "So how come you're all dressed up?" she asked, "Not that you don't look good or anything because you do…" Her rosy cheeks stood out against her pale skin. "I mean, are you coming from a wedding?"

"Uh, no, not exactly," Isaac answered, looking down at the mug in his hands, "I was actually at a funeral."

"Oh, shit, that's right," Faith sighed sadly, "Allison's funeral…"

"Yeah, so I apologize if I'm a little out of it right now," Isaac said, "It's been a long day."

"I can imagine," Faith said. She leaned against the other side of the counter. "How are you doing with all of it? I know you and her had something going on."

"To be honest, it was kind of a complicated situation to begin with. You know Scott McCall, right?" Faith nodded. "Well, they were together before Allison and I started… I guess seeing each other is the correct term. She even died in his arms." Isaac swallowed down the lump in his throat. "She told him that she always loved him. Right in front of me."

And there it was again, another pitiful look from someone else. But with Faith, it didn't seem so forced. It was like she empathized with her old friend. "That must have been hard to hear."

"It was, honestly. What can you do, you know?" Isaac chuckled humorlessly. "Maybe it was pretty foolish of me to think that she actually felt the same way about me as I did for her. You can't compete with someone's first love."

"Unrequited love's a bitch," Faith told him. Then she mumbled underneath her breath in hopes Isaac wouldn't hear her. "Boy, I know that all too well."

"What was that?"

Damn, he caught her. Just as Faith opened her mouth to explain herself, she was literally saved by the bell that signaled that Isaac's order was ready. She let out a sigh of relief and spun around to grab the plate of food and to bring her normal snow white color back onto her face.

"Here you go," Faith said as she set Isaac's food down in front of him, "And don't worry about paying. It's on the house."

"Seriously?" Isaac asked with a raised brow. Faith just hummed. "Oh, no, Faith, it's okay. I can't ask you to use your employee meal on me."

"I wouldn't offer if I didn't want to, Isaac," the raven-haired girl insisted, "But if it'll make you feel any better…" She reached for a French fry and popped it into her mouth. "Now we're sharing."

When she gave the beta a cheeky grin, Isaac couldn't help but chuckle again. That was the second time he had done so that day, all thanks to Faith. She had always been good at getting him to smile whenever he felt like he had no reason to. It was like her superpower.

"Thank you."

Faith didn't verbally answer, but she did smile lightly. Things grew quiet between them, not knowing where to take the conversation next. Faith went to bring her fingers up to her mouth so she could bite her nails but immediately stopped herself when she remembered she was at her place of work. Instead she started reorganizing the sweetener packets on the bar to keep her hands busy. Her mouth kept opening and closing like she wanted to say something but just couldn't find the words. It was frustrating for Faith sometimes when she did this. Bless his soul, Isaac just waited patiently for her to collect her thoughts as he continued to eat.

Finally the right words seemed to come to Faith. "I, um… I get off work in an hour. Do you maybe wanna go for a drive afterwards?"

"You won't get in trouble with your dad?" Isaac asked her.

"Nah, he'd be cool with it, especially if I told him I was with you. You know he loved you."

Isaac smiled after downing the last bit of his coffee like it was a shot of whiskey. "Fuck it. Let's do it."

About an hour and a half later, the two old friends found themselves deep into the preserve. Faith had parked her truck near the cliff, giving the two a beautiful view overseeing Beacon Hills. They had set a few blankets that were kept in her backseat on the bed of the truck so they were more comfortable. It was like Faith did things like this often, sneaking off to anywhere just to find some peace within this godforsaken town. How smart of her. Why didn't Isaac ever think about doing this more often?

Right when they were settled in the back of the truck, Faith reached through the window and pulled out a bottle of raspberry schnapps, her favorite. Isaac's eyebrows rose to his hairline as he watched the girl take a large swig of the alcohol.

"How the hell did you manage to sneak a bottle of schnapps into your truck without your dad finding out?" he laughed.

"That's the benefit of being an only child to a single parent," Faith smirked, "He trusts me with everything. Besides, you never know when you need a little pick-me-up to get your day going. Even at six in the morning before Biology. You gotta be prepared."

"You never cease to amaze me, Faith McGregor," Isaac said, taking the bottle when she handed it over to him, "And a little bit of a bad influence."

"But you still love me anyway, Isaac Lahey," Faith shot back.

"I guess I can't argue with that." Then he took a drink.

It didn't take long for Faith to get buzzed, which was always her aim whenever she drank. She would never let herself get to the point where she became absolutely shit-faced, but she still wanted to feel like she was floating on air. By the way she was giggling at everything and anything, she was definitely there. And Isaac was laughing along with her. He couldn't help himself. Faith's energy was just too contagious.

As for the beta, he was still pretty sober. Werewolves couldn't get drunk, which sort of bummed Isaac out since he just wanted to forget the somber day he had earlier. He did feel a little warm from drinking about two-thirds of the bottle, so maybe the alcohol did have some effect of werewolves if they drank a certain amount. The warmth was welcome as it combated against the even chiller air. Neither of the teenagers minded how cold it was out anyway. They were too busy laughing with each other to even notice.

Both of them ended up laying on their backs, Faith holding the bottle of raspberry schnapps in her hands as they looked up at the stars. Isaac had taken off his jacket once more and tucked it under Faith's head for her to use as a pillow. He was perfectly content in just using his hands behind his head. Their cackles died down after the hoot of an owl made them jump and sent them into another giggle fest.

"Ah, man," Faith sighed. Her fingers tapped on the side of the bottle. "As beautiful as this place can be sometimes, I can't wait to get out of California after high school."

"You still set on going to New York after graduation?" Isaac asked her.

"That's the dream," Faith told him, "But… I don't know… I don't think I'll end up getting into Juilliard."

"Why would you think that?" Isaac asked, "You're so talented, Faith… you can sing, you can dance, you can act, you can play the shit out the violin… that's- that's a quadruple… quadruple…" Isaac snapped his fingers. "I swear, it's on the tip of my tongue."

Hearing Isaac stumble on his words sent Faith into another burst of laughter. "I think you mean 'quadruple threat', Isaac." She sighed again. "But yeah, I don't know. Even though I've been working on getting my anxiety in check when I'm performing, and I think I'm getting better at it… I'm just worried that music directors or casting agents are going to think that I'm going to be difficult to work with. I'd get a bad reputation as the one girl with anxiety and OCD that nobody wants to hire and I'll get blacklisted before I even have a career. And then I'll be homeless and be forced to live on the streets with all the other hobos and raccoons and-"

"Faith, Faith, Faith!"

Said girl didn't even realize she had started scratching at her hand until Isaac gripped onto it to get her to stop. Luckily she didn't bleed, but her hand was now feeling pretty raw.

"Sorry," she apologized.

"It's okay," Isaac assured her, "But I really don't think you have anything to worry about. The people over at Juilliard will love you. Fuck, all of New York will love you."

Faith's ocean blue eyes twinkled. "You really think so?"

"I know so. Soon enough, you'll see your name in shining lights. You'll be amazing out there. Just make sure you don't forget us little people when you do become famous."

"Do you still count as 'little people' even though you're over six feet tall?" Faith teased.

"Oh, now you've got jokes."

Isaac reached down and grabbed at his friend's waist, making her shriek and laugh. When he started tickling her, Faith attempted to shield herself but the beta was much stronger and wouldn't let up. All of her thrashing caused her long black hair to fall out of the hair tie that was keeping it up. Their laughter echoed throughout the preserve, adding a bit of life to the area and making Isaac momentarily forget about his troubles.

By the time he decided to have mercy on Faith, her hair was a mess and covered her face as the result of trying to dodge her friend's attack. He pushed her hair out of the way so he could get a better glimpse of her. The smile that was on her face made Isaac's widen as well. Faith's cheeks grew pink the longer Isaac stared down at her. He took that as a sign that she was feeling awkward so he laid back down next to her.

Minutes passed as they continued to stare up into the night sky. Faith had shifted closer to Isaac and rested her head on his shoulder, just like how she always did when they used to hang out. He rested his chin on top of her head, also a nostalgic habit. They laid there in a comfortable silence as they both remained deep inside their own heads.

Being here alone with Faith was the happiest Isaac had felt in quite a long time. It reminded him of the rare happier days he used to have before he was introduced to the world of the supernatural. He thought long and hard about Chris's offer, something he had forgotten about as the night progressed. The decision he had to make was a hard one, but he had finally made up his mind. Who was to say whether it was the right choice or not? But this was probably the best one Isaac could make for everyone. Hopefully they would all understand.

"I'm leaving Beacon Hills."

He felt Faith slightly tense up against him. Propping herself on her elbow, she turned so she was fully facing Isaac. He repeated her actions. Now their chests were touching and they could practically feel each other's heartbeats underneath their clothes.

"Where are you going?" Faith asked softly.

"Allison's father decided that he had nothing here worth staying for anymore and asked me if I wanted to come with him to France," Isaac explained, "We're leaving Monday."

"Isn't it kind of strange to go away with your dead ex girlfriend's father to another continent?" Faith asked.

Excusing the bluntness of her question, Isaac nodded. "Yeah, I guess so. But in a way, he and I are in the same boat. I don't have a family anymore. A bunch of my friends have died off. After a while, you start to think that maybe you don't belong here anymore." He looked down at his hands. "Maybe my time in Beacon Hills is over and I'm meant to be somewhere else."

Faith bit down on her bottom lip. "So you won't come back."

"… no. I don't think I will."

Sadness radiated off of Faith, catching Isaac off guard. For a moment there, he thought that she would actually start to cry, which was strange. Then again, Isaac knew that Faith didn't have many friends and that she clung on tightly to the few people she did have in her life. They may not have been as close as they once were anymore, but Isaac would always hold a special place in her heart. Even if he was thousands of miles away from her.

Plastering a smile on her face to prevent herself from tearing up, Faith placed her hand over his.

"If you think going to France is the answer for you to live a happier life, then I think you should do it. I know you've gone through a lot of shit your whole life with you losing your mom and Camden and then everything that happened with your dad… this could be good for you, Isaac. And you deserve something good."

"Things would just be better for everyone if I wasn't here," Isaac said, "All I do is just exist. Besides, no one would really miss me anyway."

"I'll miss you," Faith whispered, almost too softly for Isaac to even hear.

But he did. He always heard her.

Part of him wanted to blame it on the alcohol, even though he would be kidding himself to say that it had any influence on him whatsoever. Isaac knew it was a bunch of other things, the desire to forget about being a werewolf and forget about Allison being the main factors of throwing caution to the wind. If tonight really was one of the last nights he had in Beacon Hills, then Isaac was going to make every second count.

Right now nothing else mattered. Just the beautiful girl who was staring back at him like she had placed him so high on a pedestal.

Keeping his own blue eyes locked on hers, Isaac cupped Faith's jaw. Her skin was cool yet soft underneath his touch and all he wanted to was warm her up. Faith remained calm even though her erratic heartbeat was a dead giveaway on how nervous she really was as she anticipated the boy in front of her to make his next move. But she still allowed Isaac to lean in closer and press his lips against hers. She just about melted into his kiss and gripped the front of his shirt, wrinkling the white material. Isaac could care less about how long it took him to iron the nice shirt this morning and brought Faith in so he was holding her in his arms.

The kiss intensified very quickly as if this were something they had both been deprived of for years. For one of them it was. Either way, both of them were aching for each other badly and if this was the last time they were going to see each other, they were going to take advantage of this opportunity. Isaac positioned himself on top of Faith as they continued to kiss with her fingers raked through his blond curls. She moaned into his mouth when he snaked his tongue into hers. Her lips and tongue tasted like raspberries and her birthday cake flavored chapstick and Isaac found it so fucking delicious. He was dying for more. When he gripped onto the bottom of Faith's shirt, she was quick to raise her arms up so Isaac could yank it over her head. Goosebumps instantly ran down the girl's body as she was left in just her blue bra and jeans so Isaac trailed his lips over every inch of skin that was exposed to he keep her warm.

Repetitiveness was a big thing for Faith and one of the words that kept repeating in her brain was 'touch'. She desperately needed to touch Isaac anywhere she could get her hands on him. With fumbling hands, Faith began to unbutton Isaac's shirt. It was clumsy and she wanted to groan in irritation that her fingers kept slipping. Isaac noticed her begin to become annoyed with herself so he decided to take the reigns so she wouldn't panic. He made sure to look Faith in the eyes as he slowly undid his shirt like he was performing a striptease for her. Once he was done, Isaac had kept the shirt on but that didn't stop the girl underneath him from opening it slightly and stare at his bare torso. This wasn't their first time together but the only other time they were was when Isaac was still fully human. He was quite toned back then thanks to lacrosse but now because of the bite, he had a more muscular physique that had Faith almost drooling at the sight. Her delicate fingers ran down from his pectorals to his abs, making Isaac shiver in want.

"Fuck me," Faith breathed out the longer she stared up at Isaac's body. Her wide blue eyes only grew larger when she realized that she had actually said that out loud. "I didn't mean it like that. Well, actually, I did, but-"

But Isaac just laughed, the sound traveling down to where Faith was needing him the most. "Don't worry, beautiful. That's exactly what I plan to do with you."

A whimper slipped past Faith's lips just before Isaac planted his on her once again. Skillfully, a little too much to send Faith's head racing with thoughts on how many other times he had done this after their first time, Isaac unfastened her jeans and pulled them down her legs. It was a little unfair in Isaac's mind that with the exception of her bra and panties that Faith was way more undressed than he was. Just as he was about to grab one of the blankets to cover her up with, she wrapped her legs around his waist and pushed his lower body down so it was pressed against hers. Isaac was already hard as a rock and Faith could feel it when he ground his erection against her covered center. The friction was too great for both of them, making them moan softly in their companion's ear. Both teenagers could easily get off from just doing this. But Isaac could already start to feel Faith's underwear become damp from her excitement and he wanted to remind himself how exactly she felt when he was inside her.

Hooking his fingers into her panties, Isaac dragged the cheeky material down her body. As soon as they were off, Faith's legs parted to give her lover a peek of her private area. It was almost painful how hard Isaac was from just seeing the girl spread out underneath him, ready for whatever special treatment she was about to receive.

"Holy shit, Faith," Isaac groaned out. He rubbed his middle finger up and down Faith's dripping slit. When he went over her clit, she gasped at the tingling sensation. "I forgot how easy it was to get you so fucking wet."

"Ugh, don't you dare tease me right now, Isaac," Faith whined, bucking her hips up.

"What, you mean like this?" Isaac then started to circle the girl's clit lightly, enough to have her keening but not enough to satisfy her ache.

"God, Isaac…" Faith moaned. Her nails dug into the beta's biceps when he started to put a little more pressure with his finger.

"Tell me what you need, baby girl."

"I need something inside of me- your fingers, your tongue, your dick, anything… please…"

When it looked like that Faith was about to cry in frustration, Isaac finally decided to put her out of her sweet torture and easily slid a long and slender finger inside of her. Faith nuzzled her face in the spot between his neck and shoulder in a weak attempt to hide the loud and drawn out moan she let out. But it was no use- the beautiful sound rang through Isaac's ears loud and clear. Another finger went inside, scissoring into Faith which left her a trembling mess in Isaac's arms. She was mewling like an animal in pain with how infuriatingly slow Isaac was going, begging for more. Kissing his lover's cheek, his fingers started to pump faster and faster to the point where both of them could just hear how soaked Faith was for him.

With the combination of the sounds coming from Faith's mouth and her private area, Isaac's erection was straining even harder in his slacks. Normally he would want to take his time when it comes to sex, but the alcohol mixed with the reminder of him leaving the day after the next was making Isaac's brain a little hazy. All he wanted to do right now was just fuck and forget everything else, especially Allison. So that was exactly what he was going to do. He slipped his fingers out of Faith just before she could cum and she whined at the loss. But Isaac could see it in her eyes that they were clouded with lust as she stared at his hands undoing his belt and button on his slacks. He lowered them only enough to free his extremely erect dick from its confines, sighing in satisfaction once it was out. Faith was eager to touch, but Isaac didn't let her, saving his pleasure for when he was inside of her. He did, however, gather some of the slickness from Faith's entrance, making her breath hitch, and stroked himself to lube up.

One hand rubbed her thigh as the other kept grip on his dick as he began to push it inside of her. Each movement had Faith's eyes squeezing shut tighter and she reveled in the beautifully agonizing stretch that made her realize just how empty she was before. As soon as Isaac was fully buried into her, he quickly drew his hips back before snapping them forward again and she cried out loudly. But Isaac didn't let up. In fact, the noise only encouraged him even more to grip Faith's hips tighter and just drive into her even deeper. Throwing her head back, Faith wrapped herself around her friend's body like a sloth clinging onto a tree branch and dragged her nails down his back underneath his shirt. Not a single other sound was heard in this part of the reserve, just their moans and breathy pants echoing in the air.

Faith's wet heat surrounding him was starting to bring out the animal within Isaac, quite in the literal sense. Behind his lips he could feel the tips of his fangs poking out, threatening to bite down into his lover's skin to mark her. Even though he desperately wanted to in the heat of the moment, he had to control himself. He could not risk hurting her and ruining this moment he so desperately needed. So Isaac settled for leaning back down for another passionate kiss. It was working, but it didn't stop him from fucking into Faith even harder.

He was so close already, Isaac could feel it in the pit of his stomach. And from the way Faith's walls started to pulse around him, he knew that she wasn't far off either. "Fuck, baby girl… Faith, I'm gonna cum…"

"Just don't stop, Isaac," Faith whimpered, "Please, don't stop, please…"

And who was Isaac to deny the girl such pleasure?

Grabbing one of Faith's soft thighs, Isaac pushed her leg back so her knee was up to her chest. This allowed Isaac to pound into that one spot that had the girl digging her nails into his skin hard enough to draw blood and screaming out in euphoria. Along with the way his warm breath tickled her ear, which was her weak spot, Faith fell apart in his arms as she reached her orgasm. Her friend followed right after, letting out broken shudders as he filled her up with his cum. He kept thrusting into Faith, however, not ready to lose this painful ache of needing to be close to someone… needing to feel wanted for once in his life…

Only when he started to feel sensitive from his own movements did Isaac finally slow his hips down to a complete stop. Even then did he not choose to draw himself out of her. His hips, in fact, remained intact with Faith's, wanting to keep himself connected to her physically as well emotionally. As they tried to catch their breath from their affair, Faith kept both of her hands resting on Isaac's neck and brought his forehead to read against hers so she, too, could feel that closeness to the boy.

Their eyes met in an intense stare. It was for sure more intense than what should be shared between two friends. Then again, most friends would not find themselves in such an intimate position as the one they were in right now. Isaac could feel a hint of guilt building within him. He didn't regret having sex with Faith, far from it. Out of all the girls he knew, there wasn't anyone else he would have trusted to engage in an act like this with. Given the circumstances though, Isaac felt like he had used Faith for selfish reasons, even as he internally denied that that was not the case. Now he was never going to see her again and it just made him even scummier than he already was feeling. Faith was way too good to be treated like a plaything. She was way to good for him, period.

Yet she still stared up at him like he was God himself.

Her fingers trailed up his neck and began to trace Isaac's defined jawline. He did his best to hold back from shivering as her breath ghosted on his lips as she spoke softly. "Don't forget me while you're in France."

Isaac rubbed his nose along hers. "I could never forget you, Faith. Not even if I tried."

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