knowing elliot wasn’t home was the very reason rayne had deemed his apartment SAFE to go to once she had finished her hunt. she could shower there and clean herself up without having to worry about him catching her and becoming suspicious. injuries could be explained away as work, the hazards of life as an fbi agent, but explaining away the bits of ghoul tangled in her hair? that was little harder. no, elliot didn’t know about her moonlighting as a hunter, and she’d keep up that LIEfor as long as she could.
then again, he hadn’t mentioned his werewolf situation to her so it was only fair.
stepping out of the bathroom, towel secured around herself, rayne stopped. she hadn’t caught the whole thing, but she knew what had happened and simply turned to face him. now was as good a time as any, she supposed.
composure was maintained, and lips simply curled into a smirk as her gaze settled on elliot. “isthat the kind of party we’re having then?”
Elliot paused as she watched him, completely unphased by the shift she’d seen at least part (if not all) of. He knew his eyes were still gold, and he moved closer to her, gold fading away to reveal the naturally hazel tones. By the gods, she was beautiful, and he wanted to touch. He closed the distance between them to kiss her deeply, arms encircling her waist. “It doesn’t bother you?” he asked in a whisper, licking his lips when he pulled away from her. HE was quiet for a moment, one hand toying along where the towel was tucked at her chest, wanting to see her so badly it seemed to ache in his soul. “I should have told you sooner, Rayne, but I…I didn’t want you to freak out and leave.” His voice was soft but there was a growl to it, pressing his body closer to hers, the towel the only thing keeping them from touching completely.
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