So, yeah. I feel bad for Leah. I feel bad for Mike. So, I put 'em together.
Haha. This is the most RANDOM pairing ever, but I wanted Leah to imprint on someone and I feel bad about creating new characters. So, I just pulled up Mike. I was thinking of maybe even going Leah/Jessica or Leah/Angela or something, but I decided not to. But feel free to switch Mike's name for Jessica's when you're reading. :) Enjoy.
Oh btw- What You Need is by Tyler Kyte.
Characters/Pairings: Leah/Mike
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What You Need
This definitely wasn't Leah's crowd.
But tonight she didn't care.
Tonight she wanted nothing more than to throw herself into this, to match every beat of her heart with the beats of the base. She needed to forget about how badly her life sucked right now, forget all of the crap that made her absolutely insane.
She began with a drink. A shot of tequila in a little glass. She stared at the liquid, wrinkling her nose as the bitter scent of the alcohol burned it, before tossing her head back and dumping the contents down her throat. She knew that it wasn't nearly enough to make her drunk (she wondered briefly how many shots she would have to down in order to intoxicate herself. Ten? Twenty?), but it was standard procedure here.
Just for kicks, she ordered another.
And as that one joined the first in a pointless flash of burning in her throat, she asked the bartender for a strawberry margarita.
This one she sipped slowly, enjoying the sweet taste that slightly canceled out the smell of the alcohol. And she had an excuse now, to sit on the bar stool and observe.
She wouldn't admit it, but she'd never been to a nightclub before. In the two years since she'd turned eighteen, she'd never felt the pull that other kids her age did. Really, it was rather idiotic, in her opinion. What a way to show maturity: dancing around with little-to-no clothes on, forcing as much alcohol into your bloodstream as possible. It wasn't Leah's cup of tea.
Speaking of tea. The margarita wasn't tea either, but she wasn't letting that stop her.
She gazed out at the crowd, not quite ready to dance yet. She let her eyes sweep along every person, every shape and movement. The smell of sweat was overpowering, but behind it was something sweeter. She imagined that if excitement had a smell, this was it. There was an appealing buzz emanating from the crowd before her, some deep sort of vibration that was simply intriguing. It pulled Leah in, so much so that it was weakening her physically. She quickly emptied her glass and slammed it on the bar, standing up with a sureness in herself and a resolve in her mind: she would forget.
So she catapulted her self in between bodies and soon she was moving to some kind of beat that her heart automatically connected with. It sent out orders, telling her arms and legs what to do and how her muscles should move. She'd never thought of herself as much of a dancer, but all doubts she'd ever had were swept away as she moved.
Her motions were not so much thought out, or deliberate, but rather she was simply going along with the song and with what felt natural. Her hips matched the pounding of the drums; her arms the guitars. And she wasn't aware of anything but herself and how she responded to the animalistic call of the music.
Dancing was a bit like hunting, she reasoned. It required pure instinct.
And suddenly, this pull grew stronger, leading her towards a gap in the crowd that flung her out of the circle and into empty air. She leaned against a wall, panting; surprised at how much energy had been sucked out of her.
But she wanted to go back. She found a bottle of water and chugged it, not caring if it was already open. Her way-too-high body temperature would kill any bacteria instantly. She let her gaze slip back over the bodies and people. And finally it stopped, and though she tried, couldn't pull away.
A group of kids- two guys and two girls- stood semi-awkwardly in the doorway. Judging from the anticipation in their eyes and how young they looked, Leah guessed they had just turned eighteen and were eager to partake in their first nightclub experience. But that wasn't what Leah stared at.
It was one of the boys, the blonde one, that kept her riveted.
She'd been strong earlier- she had done her best to ignore everything except here and now and she would stress about it later. But at this moment, she felt no need to call the memories back. She would be content forever just staring at the boy, just being near him. She had an overwhelming urge to touch him, to feel the heat from his skin against hers.
And then with a jolt that shook her head and froze her body, she realized it had finally happened.
Leah Clearwater had imprinted.
She tried to step back, and look at him without the bias she had apparently just gained. She snorted as she took in his artfully ripped and faded jeans, and the navy blue polo with the moose in the corner. She finally imprinted, and it was on the poster boy for "clean-cut-and-wholesome."
She'd bet on her life he drank milk at dinner and did his homework every day, always turned it in on time. She'd bet that he cut the lawn for his dad every Saturday and vacuumed the living room for his mom. He was probably the king of school spirit and friends with everyone.
But she couldn't hold back any longer and abruptly decided that Abercrombie & Fitch was her new favorite brand.
She stared awhile longer, before she decided that maybe she should do something about this. Why the hell not?
Rays of jealously practically impaled her as the brunette next to the boy snaked an arm around his waist (Leah noted with satisfaction that the boy looked somewhat uncomfortable). Leah marched over.
He blinked as he saw her walk, and blinked faster when she stopped in front of him.
"Hey," she said, and wanted to kick herself. Not exactly a killer opening line.
She gave him a minute to take her in. He'd obviously never seen a girl like her before- someone who dared to cut her hair short, who wore clothes without labels.
She worried momentarily that she looked a tad whore-ish. Her jeans were relatively tight (inherited from a cousin who was apparently a skinny Amazon goddess; Leah had been practically swimming in them when she'd first tried them on).
But since she'd first phased, she'd grown, and now they fit her quite nicely. Her top, a piece of fabric she'd wrapped around her torso and safety pinned into place, was short and exposed a good three inches of skin along her midriff. She hadn't been shopping since she'd changed, and now barely any of her clothes fit. She had to make due with what she could.
She needn't have worried, though, because the brunette wore a tiny purple minidress with translucent black leggings, and the blonde took her similar ensemble a step further by skipping the leggings altogether
Leah rolled her eyes as the boy collected himself and the girl tightened her grip around his body.
"H-hi," he mumbled.
Leah shot the girl a look. "Let's dance," she said to the boy, and held out her hand.
He hesitated, but then took it, shrugging out of the girl's clutches. "See you later, Jess," he said, before Leah pulled him away and into the mass of people.
She tossed her arms carelessly around his neck, leaned into him, ground her hips against his. He held her waist awkwardly, obviously not used to someone like her, someone so fearless and powerful and womanly.
That's what she was- a woman. Leah snuck a glance at Jessica. She was a girl- trying to be older, trying to act mature, but really she was a teenager playing dress up. Nothing compared to Leah.
But finally he relaxed into it, and they were moving together, bodies fitting perfectly.
Leah chucked when she saw him glance over at his friend, eyes wide open in awe, shaking his head incredulously.
"Dude!" the brown-haired friend mouthed. "I'd tap that!"
Leah shot him a look, eyebrow raised in mock surprise, mouth twisted into a smirk. She shouldn't have been able to hear him from here, and she could have been making that face for a number of reasons, but the friend blushed furiously and turned away.
She grinned and turned back to the boy- and she realized she didn't even know his name.
"I'm Leah," she whispered softly and slowly into his ear, sending shivers through his body.
"Mike," he whispered gruffly back, and she grinned as he pretended to be calm and collected, but she could hear his heart thudding a couple times faster than normal. Hers was as well, matching the pace of his and bringing them closer and closer.
A slower song faded on, the pulsing lights dimmed, the vibrations of the floor slowed.
She wasn't quite as tall as him, and she leans into this chest, face pressed to his neck. His arms held her tightly, his cheek pressed to the top of her head. Her arms locked around his neck tightly, trapping him to her and she didn't want to let go.
They swayed gently, and she was completely unaware of anything except feeling whole, and complete, and that if she lost her Mike, her existence would simply end. It would disappear completely.
Maybe soon she'd introduce him to her family, and her friends. Maybe she'd tell him she's a werewolf. Maybe she'd let him in on all the crap in her life.
But now she was wrapped up in the scent of Mike, something woodsy and clean-cut at the same time. Everything seemed perfect enough to last her a lifetime, or at least until she was ready to deal with anything outside of her and Mike just holding each other.
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I really like this one! I think it's like... descriptive without being over the top. Or something. Idk.
Except I don't
like the last part of the last line. It's kind of a bad end, but
whatev.
Review, por favor!