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At The Rave - Jackson and Lydia

Lydia's hesitation to give him what he'd asked for frustrated him to no end. She had what he wanted. What he'd been demanding for months from Derek and Scott. So when she told him to meet her there, he decided it would be the last time he asked. If she refused him again, he'd just go to Derek. He'd get the bite, one way or another.

He pushed through the crowd at the rave, ignoring the ecstasy fueled hands that tried to grope at him or tug him into someone's gyrating embrace. He was looking for Lydia and no one else.

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It takes time for Lydia to adjust. Everything about her senses has been heightened, even when she was a beta, though now that she's an alpha she has a great deal more control. The moon is full, but she has the control she needs to stay as she is, just another girl amongst the dancing masses.

She's found herself a spot, a shadowy corner just next to the stairwell. There are too many bodies for her to make out particular scents, but regardless of how confusing it might be, she can always pick Jackson out. Honestly, her first full moon, if it hadn't been for him, she might have wound up doing something terrible.

It was part of the reason why she'd taken so long to think about what he'd asked of her. Because Lydia Martin is not in the habit of acting without thinking. Not very often, anyway.

A smile spread over his face when he at last spotted her. Charming as ever. He pulled away from the crowd, heading directly toward her. He wasn't all that surprised to find her so removed, really. With the way the others talked, the surprise had been that she even wanted to go to something like this.

As he reached her, his arm moved around her shoulders. Familiar. Comfortable. "You doing alright?" Sounding as though he was asking more out of habit than concern.

She cannot control her smile when she sees him. Her mouth curves and though he's only got an arm around her shoulders, she reaches up to touch her hands to his cheeks and bring his head down so she can kiss him, long and lingering.

"I'm fine," she murmurs against his mouth, "Now that you're here. I want you to dance with me."

He bit back on demanding if he had to. This was all about getting her to say yes, so he was going to go along with it. It was really the only reason he'd agreed to any of this, really. It had nothing to do with how scared he got for her after the dance. How worried he'd been after she'd been attacked. That would mean he actually, genuinely cared about her. Or at least, that's what he'd convinced himself of.

So he let out an irritated sigh. "Fine," he said after a delay.

She tries not to laugh at his obvious irritation and impatience. She's going to give him what he wants tonight, only he doesn't know it yet. She knows how traumatic the bite can be. She wants to make it less so for him. She has a plan - Lydia always has a plan.

So she pulls him close as they dance, rocking her hips against his, even if it only serves as a momentary distraction to his goal tonight, he's still a teenage boy and she's still the girl he wants. And what she wants is for him to get worked up, turned on, so he's distracted when she finally gives him her answer.

And since he IS a teenage boy, who's only lying to himself about how he really feels, it doesn't take much to get him distracted and worked up. It was impossible not to with the way she moved. The way he moved with her. His hands slid over her in familiar ways. And before long, his lips sought hers. He tried to hold on to his goals. What he was after here. But that was quickly becoming difficult.

She kisses him, opening her mouth under his, sliding her fingers into his hair. It would be so easy to find a dark corner and move things along their natural path, but Lydia has something she needs to do.

She does eventually pull her mouth away, the hand in his hair curling tight. He can feel the scrape of nails - no, claws - against his scalp.

"I love you." she murmurs in his ear, voice husky from her transformation, and a momnt later, her teeth clamp down hard on his shoulder.

The words alone were enough to make him stop. They cut through the haze, leaving something completely different but equally distracting in its place. Arousal, he could handle. But this new feeling left up unable to think clearly. To the point that he barely registered that those weren't nails on his scalp.

His struggle for a single, coherent thought very abruptly stopped being a priority. Pain shot through him, radiating from his shoulder. Hands grasped at her, trying to comprehend why she would do something like that! It was only after the moment of panic passed that he realized what she was doing. The bite!

"Lydia..." was all he managed before his knees both agreed that standing up was no longer a thing they wanted to do. Holding onto her was the only thing keeping him upright.

She can feel the meat of him in her mouth, the taste of his blood on her tongue, and for a moment her mind goes into a whirl, the wolf can't help but love how good it is. But it's Jackson, and after a moment, secure that the bite has been deep and certain, she pulls her mouth away, tilting her head back to look him in the eyes.

Her face is returned to normal, but her eyes still grow red, and her mouth and chin are smeared with blood. His blood.

Some of his strength returned to him, even if he was losing blood. For a moment, he could just stare at her. Those red eyes. The blood on her lips. She'd done it. She'd given it to him. His original intent had been to brush her off as he'd done so many times before. He had what he wanted, why did he need her anymore? But that was the furthest thing from his mind at the moment.

"Lydia...I..." Words failed him. A smile started to creep onto his face. But it wasn't full of arrogance and triumph. It was almost timid. Relieved. Both hands pushed up into her hair, as he pulled her close to kiss her again.

She tastes like his blood, but she doesn't care, and if anything what's primal about this moment has her own blood surging. She allots a tiny part of her brain to keep control and prevent her own shift, but pressed so close to Jackson she can feel the Bite surging its way through his body. She knows in her heart that it's going to work.

When she finally tugs her mouth away, her eyes are normal, but the blood across her mouth is still there. She wipes at it with the back of her hand. "We should get out of here...go someplace quiet. I can't take the pain from this away from you...I'm sorry, but you have to let it hurt. But there won't even be a scar tomorrow."

She wonders if he truly realizes what it means for her to be his alpha. How much control she'll have over him, his wolf. She's a little afraid of how he'll react once he realizes, but he wanted it so badly, and she couldn't refuse him. Better her than anyone else.

Her being his alpha hadn't quite hit him, yet. His mind was on other things. He'd been given the bite. Finally. There was worry there over the healing of it, even with her reassurance. He'd already hurt that shoulder already, thanks to McCall. Like this, he wouldn't even be able to put on his pads, let alone PLAY.

But the other thing on his mind was something that might be on other people's mind very soon. He was bleeding, and it was soaking into his shirt. He pressed his hand to the bite, wincing, but he knew it wasn't enough. So he just nodded, waiting for her to lead them out. He didn't quite feel the pain from it, yet. But he knew they had to get out of there.

Come tomorrow morning, his shoulder will be perfect, and any indication that the Bite even existed will be gone. But he'll find that out soon enough.

Lydia guides him out of the club, and once they make it out to the open air, she turns to face him. "We can go back to your house if you want." Reaching toward her neck, she tugs on the string there, lifting up the key that's dangling from it. Absently, she wipes at her mouth with the back of her hand, but it doesn't help much.

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