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1) creepin’ up the backstairs - the fratellis 2) bliss - muse 3) i need you tonight - inxs 4) run right back - the black keys 5) the good, the bad and the dirty - panic! at the disco 6) radioactive - marina and the diamonds 7) strange love - halsey 8) just one yesterday - fall out boy ft. foxes 9) bite down - bastille vs. haim 10) jessica kill - sum 41 11) heart shaped glasses (when the heart guides the hand) - marilyn manson 12) rough hands - alexisonfire
"This has to be the last time."
"I know." Allison's words and teeth bite into Laura's collarbone, catching on skin that's bruised and healed half a dozen times since they fell together an hour ago. Her hands are tight on Laura's hips, thumbs pressing into her like she's trying to rip her open.
"Allison." Laura twists her fingers tight into Allison's cascading dark hair and tugs her away from her chest, until they're eye to eye. "I mean it. This has to be the last time."
"And I said I know," Allison snaps and even though she's the furthest thing from a werewolf, composed of ivory skin stitched over lithe muscle and ruby-red blood, her nails still feel like claws when they dig into the curve of Laura's jaw. There must be wolfsbane lingering on her hands from some training exercise or weapons session, because Laura feels her fingerprints burned into her skin even after she pulls away. There's a challenge in her dark eyes, a taunt targeting Laura's resolve.
Instinctively, Laura almost flashes her canines, but that'd be no use. Allison would either smirk or press the point of a knife into her throat, right above her pulse point.
So instead, she leans back against the abrasive tree trunk, molds her hands to Allison's narrow hips and yanks her forward. She shoves her thigh between Allison's and immediately, she grinds down against it, blistering warm and, as Laura can smell when she sucks in a deep breath of fresh forest air, already wet.
"C'mon," Laura murmurs, sliding her hands into Allison's hair, refusing to acknowledge the thick, bitter feeling spreading tar-thick through her chest, "let's make this memorable."