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[girn]

[ She wouldn't be the first person to be with him for a game. She's not her aunt, but the reasoning is similar. Kate saw him as a game. She didn't need to get close to him like that, but she did. She did it because she could. Because she had the power. But he doesn't think that's Allison's reasoning. She's just young. She's young and whatever hidden romance she had with Scott was over. The thrill and the chase ground into dust. He's the next thrill. The next chase. The distraction from the insanity that is Beacon Hills.

He's looking out the front of the window again when she speaks. He listens to the leather seating groan under the shifting of her weight. He can smell her better now. The scent stronger and it forces him to turn his head. They're supposed to paying attention here. They're not supposed to be doing this. But he's bad at saying no to her when they're in situations like these. ]

And then what? [ He hasn't said no. His hand creeps over to rest on her thigh, but he doesn't try to touch her anywhere beyond that just yet. ]

[brav]

[ This has little to do with politics or schemes or family rivalries. Even her father had come to forgive Derek for everything that had come to pass, probably long before Allison had come to terms with it. She had earnestly wanted to better their complicated relationship, to at least swerve it into allies, possibly into friends. The direction it did end up turning to — well, that was never the pla.

She knows that just because his eyes aren't on her doesn't mean he isn't paying attention. She's been with Scott, been with Isaac — she knows how wolves work, how sensitive everything becomes in their presence. Every one of her breaths, every whisper, every movement, he's well aware of all of it, she's sure.

When he does look, she has to fight smiling with pride. ]

And then? [ She feels the slide of his fingers over her skin, glancing down at them in a lasting silence that has her biting her bottom lips before looking back at him. Her own hand rests over his wrist, slowly trailing along his arm. ] Play your tricks right and you'll find out.