Post by Rose Karter on Jul 5, 2007 23:24:06 GMT -5
Long finger nails tapping anxiously on a side table. Carries tosses the book she's been trying to read across the room with a snarl. Where the hell is he? She hops off her bed and begins to pace the floor, blood raging through her veins, pounding in her temples.
She turns on her heels and makes for the window on the far side of her bedroom. She throws it open, breathing in the slight chill of the night hair, almost glaring at the road in front of her home, looking for Xander's pick up to come raging down. Nothing yet.
She growls and looks up at the nearly full moon. A grin plays across her face. She knows this is the reason for the increase in her wild nature, her raging horomones. Tomorrow is the full moon and she'd have to Change again. She can't wait.
The truck pulling into the driveway, Carrie grins wider, her heart beginning to race with excitement. She races to the window, her eyes bright as she watches Xander's tall, dark silhoette exit the pick up. She leans out the window, giving a soft whistle to alert him. He looks up and waves as she motions for him to come around back, her parents are asleep.
Carrie races out of her room, her bare feet not making a sound on the carpeted hallway and stairs, but slapping loudly against the cold linoleum floor of the kitchen. She unlocks and opens the back door for Xander, all but tackling him when he's within reach. Her mouth on his, biting, kissing, nibbling. He seems suprised by her eagerness, but quickly responded, but much gentler than Carrie was being with him.
Somehow, they managed to stagger up the stairs without waking Carrie's parents and stumble into her room. Carrie pried herself off of her Lycan boyfriend long enough and shove him onto her bed and began to make quick work of his clothes.
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Later, as Xander passed out into a well deserved sleep and Carrie dozed, her head and body still buzzing with pleasure, her mind began to work semi-normally again. One word seemed to repeat itself over and over in her mind. Taboo...
Taboo is such a funny word, Carrie thinks hazily. She looked it up once. A strong social prohibition (or ban) against words, objects, actions, discussions, or people that are considered undesirable or offensive by a group, culture, or society.
She grins to herself. It was the perfect word to describe her and Xander. She sees the looks they get on the street when they're together from Lycans, she hears the whispers behind their backs.
"She's a werewolf, you know. What's he doing with her?"
"What's Xander thinking, dating below his rank?"
"He must feel sorry for her, that's all."
The Romeo and Juliet of Texas, Carrie thinks happily, without the whole suicide thing. Lovers separated by fate, or in their case, 'wolf status, but details. She looks up at Xander's sleeping face and smiles.
Who knew taboo could be so fun?
She turns on her heels and makes for the window on the far side of her bedroom. She throws it open, breathing in the slight chill of the night hair, almost glaring at the road in front of her home, looking for Xander's pick up to come raging down. Nothing yet.
She growls and looks up at the nearly full moon. A grin plays across her face. She knows this is the reason for the increase in her wild nature, her raging horomones. Tomorrow is the full moon and she'd have to Change again. She can't wait.
The truck pulling into the driveway, Carrie grins wider, her heart beginning to race with excitement. She races to the window, her eyes bright as she watches Xander's tall, dark silhoette exit the pick up. She leans out the window, giving a soft whistle to alert him. He looks up and waves as she motions for him to come around back, her parents are asleep.
Carrie races out of her room, her bare feet not making a sound on the carpeted hallway and stairs, but slapping loudly against the cold linoleum floor of the kitchen. She unlocks and opens the back door for Xander, all but tackling him when he's within reach. Her mouth on his, biting, kissing, nibbling. He seems suprised by her eagerness, but quickly responded, but much gentler than Carrie was being with him.
Somehow, they managed to stagger up the stairs without waking Carrie's parents and stumble into her room. Carrie pried herself off of her Lycan boyfriend long enough and shove him onto her bed and began to make quick work of his clothes.
_
Later, as Xander passed out into a well deserved sleep and Carrie dozed, her head and body still buzzing with pleasure, her mind began to work semi-normally again. One word seemed to repeat itself over and over in her mind. Taboo...
Taboo is such a funny word, Carrie thinks hazily. She looked it up once. A strong social prohibition (or ban) against words, objects, actions, discussions, or people that are considered undesirable or offensive by a group, culture, or society.
She grins to herself. It was the perfect word to describe her and Xander. She sees the looks they get on the street when they're together from Lycans, she hears the whispers behind their backs.
"She's a werewolf, you know. What's he doing with her?"
"What's Xander thinking, dating below his rank?"
"He must feel sorry for her, that's all."
The Romeo and Juliet of Texas, Carrie thinks happily, without the whole suicide thing. Lovers separated by fate, or in their case, 'wolf status, but details. She looks up at Xander's sleeping face and smiles.
Who knew taboo could be so fun?