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aeipathy
(n.) an enduring and consuming passion

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"When you said possibly dangerous, I didn't think you meant absolute suicide." Peter aggressively whispered to the ballsy—or better described idiotic woman beside him. Her hair was braided behind her, all black adorning her figure.

Both of them slinked through the dark like shadows, at the estate of a very private Japanese investor. His home was stunning, large and covered in bulletproof glass windows but Andrea unlocked a back door with ease. Peter wasn't sure where she even got it, how she had obtained this plan even but he followed silently, his shoulders squared and senses on alter as his protective instincts kicked in. "Sounds very active in here."

Andrea nods in agreement even though his tone was barely above a whisper as they quietly maneuvered through the furniture—she seemed to know exactly where to go. Small fingers pressing into a barely there slit in the wall, a whole new room being revealed. "Keep watch here."

"Are you crazy? You shouldn't go in alone."

The gun holstered to her hip was quickly unsheathed, the safety releasing and her finger hovering over the trigger. "Trust me, I'll be fine. Now shut up and make sure no one is coming."

Peter muttered some sort of sarcastic remark under his breath, ocean blue eyes rolling but he still kept alert for any possible threats.

All but five minutes passed, the sound of voices approaching steadily and Peter jumped into action. "Time to leave, sweetheart."

"Right ahead of you," Grabbing his shoulder and pulling him into the room, shutting the door silently behind them she adjusted her grip, hands locking with one another's and her heart jumped. It screamed at her to realize exactly what was happening after all this time but she suppressed it.

Deep in the dark was another door, one propped open with a sticky note on top with a smiley face—an indicator that someone on the inside was a close friend of the blonde who slid effortlessly out the back, both going undetected. "What did you get?"

Raising up a vial in the moonlight, the neon green moss was filled to the brim, a precaution just incase they needed it more than once. "A pretty powerful poison," A light flashed and the duo took off running without a second thought.

Making it to the car at the end of the street at record time, they jumped into their respective seats and gasped for breath as the car purred to life and sped off without a trace. "So, is that what you used to do? Back when we were kids?"

"Not as smoothly, no." Andrea chuckled in remembrance of the old antics her and her brother used to get into before they'd perfected their craft. "But it was the same concept. I didn't always just kill people."

"I'm not much to judge you of things of that nature anymore. I'm not so innocent."

She glanced over at him briefly, the red hue of the stoplight shining against her face in the night. He wasn't looking at her, he was facing forward—features calm, cool and collected. Such a change from the man she'd known when she was here lifetimes ago. Andrea, however couldn't deny, Peter got fucking hot.

The whole serial killer vibe suited him and it disturbed her how attracted she was to it—only on him. The sinister clench of his stubble line jaw made her thighs clench in the seat beside him, adrenaline still making her hands slightly shake as she steered the wheel. "You know, I am part animal—"

"—Whatever sexual thing it is that you're going to say, don't."

His mouth immediately sealed shut, eye lids growing heavy and a smirk plastered itself across his lips. Peter was an asshole, he was satan in a v-neck and in that case Andrea had never wanted to summon the devil more in her entire life.

She rolled down the window, turning on some music until the car pulled into the loft's car lot. Not a word was spoke until she made it upstairs, unlocking the door and drifting away into her bedroom.

Wearily, Peter followed, her door opened only a crack. "Can I help?"

She was already out of her black shirt and left in a sport bra and some shorts, back slightly bowed as she examined the moss in the vial, taking it out with tweezers. "Doubt it, I've got it break it down then pulverize it into liquid form."

"I'll just keep you company then."

"If you insist."

Kicking off his shoes and jumping into bed, even going to far as to pull back her sheets and cover his legs. "How many pillows do you need? There are like fifty here."

"I can use one of them to suffocate you if it makes your stay in my space more pleasurable."

He threw a pillow at her, the fluffy log shaped plush bouncing off the back of her head. "Don't you have anything else better to do?"

In Andrea's anger she'd dropped her tweezers on the table, spinning around in her chair to face him but he was smiling. With teeth. It was absolutely adorable and breathtaking and it didn't help the steadily growing feeling deep within her core—every part of her missed him. "You always were really mean when you were horny."

"I am not h—"

"I can smell you."

Andy froze, a fresh set of chills running down her spine the longer she thought about the words Peter Hale just spoke. They were both grown and consenting adults and it had been so long since she had been with someone—been with him.

Maybe that was why her mouth responded before her brain could go over the words she spoke. "What are you going to do about it?"

His brow raised, his only answer being him pulling the covers up and inviting her in them.

Blue eyes quickly glanced back at the project she should've been dedicated to, but before the rational side of her brain could ruin this moment for her—she pulled her sports bra clean off and flicked the door locked.

Peter growled deep within his chest, his night vision kicking in—she sashayed over like an innocent little bunny hopping in a garden and his gaze fixated on her predatorily.

The moment her skin touched his, the hunt was over and she was a victim in his clutches to handle however he saw fit.

Authors Note:

The next chapter is going to be sexual, so if you aren't 18 please just skip it.

But for my legal adults, riddle me this...... What kind of kinks do you think Peter Hale would have?