|A New Light
Author: AmarisLives PM
Isaac and Amelia have a relationship developing into more than just physical attractions, but when they admit their feelings for each other they both realize that it goes more deeper than any high school relationship and love.Rated: Fiction T - English - Friendship/Romance - Isaac - Chapters: 3 - Words: 6,263 - Reviews: 1 - Favs: 7 - Follows: 4 - Updated: 12-21-12 - Published: 11-19-12 - id: 8718298
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This is a Teen Wolf short story, sweet and short. I love Teen Wolf, so I'm going to make others if possible and this is about Isaac and a made up character. It only revolves mostly around the two of them and sometimes (or most of the time) I don't stick to the storyline. I hope you enjoy! I have many faves on the show, and Stiles too. :D
I look at my own reflection from the glass windows, as a black bruise is covering my whole entire right eye. I hated my father for being so crazy and so abusive, he just likes to hit me and he seems to enjoy it very much. I felt alone in this school and sometimes this town, I had a few friends, but I always felt I was more with myself than around my friends. Yet, only a few days ago, Derek had bitten me and made me a werewolf and I was aware of everything. I was careful not to drag anyone into my life because of this. I might lose control of myself and hurt someone around me. My dad was dead and one of my sane and good-minded family members was watching over me from now on. I felt at ease with myself mentally and physically because I won't have to worry about being beaten the second I walk in that door. I was in deep rooted into my thoughts when someone's hands taps on mine, sending chills right down my spine. I was shaken out of my seat kind of, but her voice taps into my ear drums.
"Isaac, are you here?" she asks, as my name flows out of her mouth so smoothly.
I shook my head, reassuring her. "Yeah, I'm here." I said.
She smiles softly at me. "Okay, but the teacher assigned us as partners if that is okay with you," she said.
I shook my head. "I'm fine with that," I say, smiling at her.
"Alright, I'll talk to you after school, if . . . I can find you," she says, giggling.
I laughed along with her. "I'll meet you in front of the school," I said.
Her smile widens before she turns away from me, her long curly dark brown hair moves along with her. She wore minimal make-up and her thick eye lashes stuck out even with little on her eyes. Her cheeks were naturally a pink flush all the time and full lips that I wanted to ravish in seconds. I tried to teach myself self control, but around her I wanted to break the desks apart and throw her on one and kiss her. Soft fair skin and light brown golden eyes there were big, soft, and innocent. Thick eyebrows naturally curved and almond shape eyes big, brown, and wide. I could hear her breathing and her chest expanding making me go even more insane. Once that bell had ranged, I was out in seconds, but from so many feet away from her, I could hear her heartbeat.
I felt a hand on my shoulder, I turned around to see who it was and my mind of hopes deflated like a balloon. Erica, a bitch, and a true monster since her true colors were already showing. "Hey. . ." she says lingering on the word.
"Go away, ugly." I growled at her.
She laughs and it scratches at my skin. "I see your staring at that girl like you want to eat her," she says knowing how I feel.
"You know how I feel about her, everyone does." I said, looking down.
"Oh, yes we all know but that can't stop you from talking to her," she says, actually . . . feeling sorry for me.
"It's both sexual and emotional. If it can down to a few exchange kisses, I might lose it." I said.
"Yeah, I know that. I can smell it and its strong! Oh, god what is Derek going to say about this," she says.
"Oh shut up! I can smell it on you too! Don't pretend that I didn't hear you with Derek last night." I spat out at her.
She is now all defensive towards me. "Well, at least I got action," she lashes out at me.
"Go away," I pleaded.
"Fine, but done come crying to me," she says and she's gone.
I was sitting on the couch in my living room watching whatever was on TV. I finally settled upon a show and dozed off in a day dream. I was lying on the couch still with my legs sprawled out and my arm hanging off the edge of the couch. I sat up and I smelled my armpits and was repulsed by the smell coming from them, so I got up from the couch to turn on the water in the bathroom. I started to unbutton my flannel when suddenly there was a knock at my door and a familiar scent lurking beneath my nose. I turned the water off and I was hit the realization that it was raining hard outside. I rush to open the door and there stood Amelia shivering in the cold with soaked clothes clinging to her.
"Can I come in?" she asks.
I step aside as she rushes in and I close and lock the door. "That's fine," I said looking back at her.
The first thing I notice was that her eyes lingered on the exposed skin that was me; I didn't even bother buttoning up my shirt. A deeper shade of blush comes across her cheeks. I pointed towards the shower. "Do you want to shower while I throw your things in the dryer?" I asked.
She nods. "Do you have spare clothes?" she asks me.
I smirked. "Yes, I do. I'll go and give some to you," I said walking away.
"Where's your bathroom?" she asks.
"Down the hall and to the left, and there are some towels already there," I called out as she walks away from me.
I rush over to my bedroom and I look at myself in the mirror, I quickly fix my hair and I went to my dresser to find her a thermal and some boxers. I rush over to the garage and ran back into the living room to start a fire. I quickly turned on the heater and rushed to the kitchen to make some hot chocolate. I quietly put my clothes on the toilet for her and I grab her wet clothes. The condensation was strong in the bathroom, but I could see the outline of her back. Her back was curved while she ran her running her hands through her hair. I felt myself loose it for a minute while I rush out of the bathroom.
I threw on a long sleeve myself as I threw my body back onto the couch and flipping through the channels again. I heard the door open and her feet walk quietly over the carpets and she's wearing my thermal and my boxers, I smiled at her. "I made some hot chocolate if you want some," I said.
She smiles back at me. "Oh thank you so much, Isaac! I'm so cold," she says.
She comes back into the living room and I threw her a blanket while she hands me my coffee mug. We settled onto the couch next to each other, her head lies against the arm of the couch as her feet land on my lap. "What happened?" I asked her.
"My car broke down a few blocks from here, so I decided to go to Jackson's house, but I didn't bother coming there. He offered me to come in, but when I said no he said 'well, it's your loss, and he went back inside. Then he told me that you lived across the street so I came over here and you are more nice than Jackson," she says, smiling.
"Well, that's nice to hear. I'm glad you came here," I said, smiling at her.
She comes closer to me and I welcome her as I wrap my arms around her. "I've wanted to tell you this, but I like you a lot, Isaac," she says.
"Awesome, because I like you too," I said, as I bring her closer to me.
She blushes, but she was a shy girl and quite reserved, and as her hand trails over my jaw line as she traces her fingers lightly over my cheek and down again. Her warm finger tips trailed down over my neck as she lightly traces over my collarbone in small soothing circular motions. Her fingers then go lower onto my chest and my head falls back against the couch. "You seem to enjoy this very much," she says.
"Oh, you don't know how much," I whispered.
Her hands trace over the material of my shirt as her hands snake under my shirt and feeling every muscle and every crevice on my upper body. I let out a soft sigh, but her lips shyly trace over mine. I couldn't contain myself any longer as I pull her to me completely and crash my lips against hers, her hands tangled into my hair as she lightly pulls. I moan in response and I could feel her giggling against my chest. I turn her around as her body slowly sinks into the couch and my body presses into her. Her hands ache for my shirt to come off, so it did, and her hands went wild against my skin.
"Oh goodness, Isaac, I'm going insane," she says as she pulls away.
I smiled, still breath taken by her. My finger lightly traces over her cheek. "Same here, Amelia." I said.
Her finger tips are at my shirt that was on her and my heart races for the next part. Both my hands rest on her bare stomach beneath my shirt and my hands go up further on her smooth, soft skin. Her breath hitches up in her throat as I move up further over her breasts. I lean in to kiss her and she pulls me to her. I remove my hands from her shirt and onto her thighs as I wrap them around me.
"Oh, Isaac, your lips. . . ." she trails off that I smirk against her lips.
"I really make you feel this way?" I asked, kissing her lips still.
"Yes, you do." She answers. "For a while I began to like you, but my feelings for you started to develop into something way deeper." She confesses to me.
"I don't know how long I've wanted you to say that." I said.
She smiles at me and pecks my lips before leaning away. I leaned off of her, while I still had her thigh in my hand. She leans against my other arm while she toys with my hair. "You were always so quiet and I just wanted to talk to you, but I was way too shy to." I said to her.
She sweetly giggles at me as she softly massages my skin with her fingers leaving lingering touches. "And I thought I was shy, but we were just in the same boat," she says, giggling even more.
I laugh along with her until her fingers linger over my lips as she traces her fingers on the outline of my lips. Just to be playful, I bite her finger and she giggles pulling her finger away from my mouth. That's when I wrestled her onto the floor and her hair was all in her face. She moves her hair out of her face and my hands rest along the sides of her. We stare into each other's eyes for a while longer, I settled myself on top of her lower body and she groans in satisfaction. I smirk even more, as my hands pull her shirt up more, exposing my boxers on her. I push the shirt up further on her, until her whole entire stomach was exposed.
I push the shirt up further until her whole upper body was exposed. Soon enough the shirt was off of her body completely. She covers herself, and I was about to give her back my shirt, but she stops me. "I'm fine, you are just going so teasingly slow," she says.
"Oh, I just thought that um . . . you were uncomfortable," I said.
"I'm not; you are just driving me insane!" she says, giggling.
And just like that, I pulled her against me as her breast pressed against my chest. Her head falls back as she moans out loudly. My lips found her exposed neck as I kept kissing to find a soft spot, in which I have succeeded. I kissed lower and in-between her breasts and her nails grip tightly into my hair. She grips her legs around my waist as I pull her up with me; her nails grip my back as I felt her leaving marks. My hands lower themselves down to the rim of my boxers on her, tugging at them to be pulled off completely. I could feel my inner wolf coming out and I saw my eyes turn a gold iris from my reflection of the mirror right in front of me. While she was kissing my neck and her hands at the waist band of my pants, I look at my hands and my eyes widen.
Long claws and a hairy hand right before my very eyes. I could hear everything clogging up into my ears. I saw my pointy eyes and my sharp teeth; I had to calm myself down before I hurt her badly. Yet, her upper bare body moving against mine wasn't helping. I closed my eyes and I pulled her away as I push her down onto the floor. My hands grab all the blankets and they fell onto us and I rip the boxers off of her.
I was quick to take off my remaining clothes and I put myself onto of her again. Her legs were closed, but they fell open and she was blushing very brightly. I pulled the blankets over us and I put bunches of pillows from the couch and onto the floor. I felt myself against her softest and sweetest part of her body. She groans out softly and her head fell back onto the mountain of pillows around her and with that we both saw stars in our eyes.