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It had been a week or so since her argument with Damien, and the subsequent conversation with Tistel. She had stuck to avoiding everyone, holing up in her room while there wasn't any work and just thinking. She didn't want to let the others see her in her weakness like this, there was too much to risk, to much at stake if she opened that door.

As she was sitting on the floor in front of her bed, throwing a rubber ball she had picked up somewhere along the way, letting it bounce off the wall and come back to her.

Thunk. Thunk. Thunk. Thunk...

She let herself focus on the rhythm, letting it guide her thoughts. She thought back to her family, how she had desperately wanted to be loved, to be seen, especially being the runt of the littler, her small size had always been a disadvantage. There was also the psych-ward, she had always told the doctors what they wanted to hear, but it never changed anything, just more meds, more smack downs for "misbehaving", more of orderly's coming in her room at night.

It was like she could never open up, at least until she came here. The agency had done a lot for her to get her out of that hellhole, and pair her with Damien had been a dream come true, well almost.

She had always found it easy to get men to want her, her figure was small but still curvy, so she definitely to a lot of men's and women's tastes, but not him.

It didn't make any sort of sense, she was a female of his species who was practically throwing herself at him, like most other wolves she knew before would kill for a willing mate like that. But not Damein, he was just so straight and narrow, it almost made her sick.

"...from what I've seen, he really does care about you..."

She thought about him too, Tistel was strange for sure, and while she didn't quite believe he wasn't from some other world, but he did smell different. The way he talked circles around her didn't help to be fair, weird bookworm.

Thunk. Thunk. Thu- Crash!!

She suddenly snapped to attention, her eyes shooting to the door and seeing her. Lyn looked like she just fell out of bed, somehow still having full makeup, but her red and black hair was scattered and mussed, wearing nothing more then shorts that barely fit their name, and a lacy black bra that fit her figure so well.

"Some of us are trying to sleep you stupid, mangy mutt. Will you just fucking stop with that stupid ball", she spat.

Skryra just looked at her, thinking about what to do before a smile grew on her face, her turn. She got up and moved in front of her bed, starting to toss and catch the ball again so hit it right next to the disgruntled vampire. She smugly kept it up while staring her in the eye, not even needing to watch the ball as she looked the vampire up and down obliviously.

"You can call it what you want, but it still looks like you rolled out of a brothel you skank, plus aren't you undead? Wouldn't you not need sleep?", she said, all with the syrupy sweet tone that she hoped the bloodsucker choked on.

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Lyn hissed at her as she stomped toward the smaller woman, reaching for the neck of her shirt before yelping suddenly. Skryra had been ready for this, and as the vampire grabbed her she caught one her legs and her arm, flipping her and pinning her down on the bed, growling and looking down on the vampire, for once. For several breaths neither of them moved, just staring each other down, before Skryra felt herself lean down, almost on instinct, with her lips crashing against the vampires.

At first they didn't really move, with the both of them just stiffly pressing against each other, still fighting for dominance, until Lyn relented, to the werewolves surprise. She let her eyes close, focusing on the warm brush of the vampires lips on her, the subtle hitches in her breath, easily relenting as the vampire bit on her lip, letting her enter and relishing in their tongues dancing together.

Skryra grabbed the other woman's' hair, finally getting to feel and play with it, felling the vampire bristle but press into her more, almost purring. They kept going for what seemed like eons before finally breaking away from each other, with Skryra resting her forehead against the other woman. Taking a deep breath she suddenly spoke

"I still hate you"

"Why?", the vampire says simply, giving her nothing else as she stays stock still.

"I...don't know, I hate how you make me feel, hate how you catch his attention when I don't...", she finally said, sighing in defeat.

" But I can't change that, I can't change you're what he needs, and I'm not. So...if he's happy...", she paused, finally feeling the knots in her brain loosening, "I guess, if he's happy, I can be too".

The vampire said nothing, laying under the small wolf, before she slowly raised her hand to Skryra's hip, the other coming up and grabbing around her throat, pulling her back down into a much hungrier, heated kiss than before. Skryra let her, rolling over and pulling Lyn with her so that she'd be on top of her, her hands traveling to the vampires ass and squeezing softly, letting her nails dig into the soft shorts, moaning into the other woman's lips.

They kept going, with Lyn holding her down and finally relenting just as it felt like they were both liable to collapse. She took a deep breath and laid down on the werewolf's' bed, almost cuddling against her as she caught her breath.

"How do you feel now?", she said, a whisper of humor on her words as the werewolf snorted and ran her hands over her face.

"Don't push it, blood bat", she said, feeling strangely light as she giggled, oh she had to be out of it. To be fair it wasn't like she didn't enjoy what just happened, if she was being honest with herself she wanted to throw herself at the vampire and say fuck it to caution, but she didn't. She simply leaned over, giving the vampire a soft kiss to wash the disgust of being called a bat off her face as she got up.

"I don't know about you, but I'm fucking starving, and I smell someone cooking", she said stretching as she moved to the door, looking back at the clearly confused vampire, "Are you coming or not?".

The vampire got to her feet, huffing and puffing as she put her usual stuck up persona back on, shoving Skryra out of the way, her face red as she realized the gravity of the last few moments.

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From that day everything seemed to just be easier. Skryra could actually come down when Damien was working and hang out with Lyn in the room, and while the vampire would still jab at her, she would always find herself barely able to hold back a grin as opposed to the anger that she used to feel.

She also started visiting the library more, usually not saying more than a few words but enjoying the quiet company of reading with someone else in the room. There would still be times where she'd feel the vampires eye on her when she wasn't in the room, always sneaking away to more and more frequent heated moments between the two of them, but she was far from complaining.

Damien wasn't a fool either, he had seen the change between the two since the minute they appeared one after the other, suddenly not snapping at each other, with Lyn even teasing her in front of him. He kept his mouth shut, however, because if this was all it took for them to get along, it would save him plenty of headache.