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KATE ARGENT
independent
selective
written by ash

established august 2011
previously ;
therenewedhuntress
bellechasseresse

revamped [ again ] july 2015

Truth of Scorn || PeterxKate || therenewedhuntress

sasswolf-peter-hale:

“I don’t have to promise it. Because you know as well as I that as soon as he lets you go, I’ll be right there to take you in.” he argued with a soft laugh. That much was true. As soon as Gerard gave her the chance, Peter knew she’d run. And even though he hated admitting it to himself, he’d follow her. It was making an excuse to do so that wouldn’t hurt his sister or nephew. 

He looked up at her again, arching a brow. “If you think you can catch me,“ he teased with a smile. That was one thing that never got old. No weapons, no threat, just a chase. Usually whoever caught the other got to decide the prize. But it didn’t matter, because it was always the same thing. Sometimes it made want to be human; just a normal person. But he knew he was better as he was. And he wouldn’t say anything of a few passing moments. He was born a wolf and he’d die a wolf. When she moved to capture his lips again, a soft sound of protest escaped him, but he kissed back. Chuckling into the contact, he broke the kiss and moved just enough to guide her hands in pushing the jeans off, nipping along her neck again contentedly.

Kate just looked at him for a moment with a faint smile. "And you know the first place I’ll be if he lets me go.” she returned, reaching up to run a gentle hand through his hair. It was true, if she ever got the freedom she wanted, she would be with Peter without having to hide it. Sure she was a hunter, but that didn’t matter as long as she followed the code, right? 

“Or you can catch me.” she challenged with a grin. All the fun of a hunt without the threat. What could be better? Kate returned his chuckle as they kissed, and she nipped his lip as he pulled away. Once his jeans were down she smiled, running her hands back up his thighs and sides slowly. “It’s hard to believe you’re older than me with how hot you are.” she giggled, just enjoying the feel of his skin under her fingertips. Ten years was a long time, but they were both old enough that it didn’t matter. Age was just a number.