A Helping Paw [MATURE] - Seth Amos' Apartment

[Eri]

Seth cursed under his breath, pressing down on the gash on his side with his hand as he stumbled through the Royal Apartment Complex. So far he had managed to keep from bumping into anyone, which was a good thing. People tended to scream or cause a panic when bleeding people limped around.

The hunt had not gone like he had planned. A woman had found him earlier that day, begging him to help her find her son. Apparently the boy had gone out in search of a werewolf that had been stealing their cows, and hadn't come back yet. He knew it wasn't a werewolf from the area, since no local werewolf would think of endangering its home. Still, this was what he was a hunter for, and he had managed to find the boy in the forest. He'd mostly just been bruised, and thankfully the werewolf had not bitten the child. Seth had a feeling it was a trap, but no Amos would allow a human to be harmed in place of themselves.

The werewolf had struck just as he had freed the boy, trying to slash his neck open. He'd managed to dodge the attack, since he had been waiting for the surprise and the battle had begun. The boy had run, as Seth had told him, but the werewolf didn't want to lose its playing card. It lunged at the boy, and Seth could only push the child to take the hit himself.

That was hours ago now, and the werewolf was dead and the boy safe in his mother's arms. She had thrusted money at Seth, but had quickly fled from his presence after a quick thank you. He could see her fear of him, though he would have liked to at least wrap his wounds.

Well, at least the boy had been kind... Seth thought to himself as he made it to his door and fumbled with the locks. He had a trap waiting, and quickly disarmed it. He felt a sudden dizziness, probably from blood loss and leaned against the door for a moment. Well fuck...

[Âłíșōñ]

Luschka had been wandering in the forest when the smell of human blood drifted into her nose. The first thing she thought was that there was a battle between a human and a werewolf and she wasn't going to get into that, but then the smell had hit her and she realized it was Seth. She had whimpered and knew she couldn't really do anything herself unless she wanted to be killed. She had followed the scent and sound of battle until she found them. She quietly watched as her love killed one of her species. Not like she hadn't seen a werewolf die before. She had almost ran out in front of Seth to protect him when the werewolf went for him, but Lu knew that she would die as well.

She had followed him to the Royal Apartment Complex to see where he lived, then went home, got some clothes, and came back to see if he was okay. She knocked softly on the door. Waited patiently. She hoped with all her heart that he would be okay. Tapping her toes impatiently, she pursed her lips. She really hoped he was okay. But then she smelled the sickening smell of fresh, flowing blood. Oh no. She whimpered softly.

Lu could hear his breathing but his breaths were short and quick. As well as weak. She shifted her weight anxiously. She thought she might have to break down the door, but knowing how paranoid he was that probably wasn't a good idea. He probably has some sort of alarm or something to keep people out. Probably more dangerous than an alarm. She knocked again, a little louder this time thinking he probably didn't hear her.

[Eri]

He managed to open the door, slipping into it as he let his weapons fall to the ground. His shoulders slumped as he slid to the ground, not even bothering to enter his apartment completely. He kicked off his shoes, grunting as he placed an unsteady hand against the door and stood again.

He had a medical kit down the hall, but getting to it would be a challenge. As he stood, he felt a knocking on the door behind him. He froze, wondering if another werewolf had followed his blood scent to finish him off. He stood up, peering through the peep hole just as there was a more defined knock. He saw blond hair, "Luschka" he mumbled, hesitating to open the door.

He finally did, though only a crack. "Lu...um..." He paused for a second before giving a faint smile. "I'm a little beat up right now." He finally decided, not really wanting to open the door completely. He didnt remember telling her where he was staying or if he'd promised to meet up. Then again, everything was hazy currently.

[Âłíșōñ]

Luschka smiled sadly at him. He was defenitally hurt badly. She wanted to just take him in her arms and tell him everything was going to be alright. She just wanted to help him so badly. He opened the door a crack and it was obvious he didn't really want her seeing him like this, but she had to help. No matter what he looked like or felt like. She took one hand out of her coat pocket and placed it on the side of his face. She stroked his cheek softly with her thumb and nodded. I can tell. I want to help. Do you mind if I come in? She thought about what she had just said. Was is appropriate for her to ask to come in his home? Would he mind? What would he think of it?

Lu had her own thoughts about it but she pursed her lips a little, trying to deter herself from thinking of any intimate thoughts. After all, he was not in good shape to be fooling around. But damn does he look sexy. She let her eyes roam over his body, her original intention to examine the wound she knew he had and to see if there were anymore, but she couldn't help her eyes from stopping at certain places. What? She might not be human, but she was a woman. She then looked into his eyes and frowned softly yet she tried to maintain a cheering face. She didn't really succeed. What happened? She asked him seriously.

Though she saw the fight, she had no idea what the purpose was or what the young boy had to do with it. She shivered involentarily as it was a bit colder than the usual night or day. Well, more than a bit--alot. She tried not to show how truely cold she was, as she didn't want to worry Seth. She hadn't noticed how cold it was when she was protected by her thick white pelt in wolf form.

[Eri]

He couldn't help but lean into her touch. Despite the chilly evening, her hand was very warm against his cold skin. He felt chilled to the core, and knew arguing to keep her away would waste his remaining strength. He glanced behind him, reaching.g over to untrigger his traps before opening the door completely. "Okay..." He conceded as he moved to let her inside.

His apartment was littered with weapons, though each seemed to be placed strategically. There was one hall that went all the way down before it ended with a door to his bedroom. There were then other doors along the sides that led to the rest of the apartment. The first door was more of a large opening, which led to the living room.

His brown long sleeved shirt was now clinging to his torso, soaked in blood. There were other rips and tears, and his black jeans were soiled. His messy hair was tousled to the side, and he was slightly pale despite his tanned skin.

"A werewolf was preying on a family farm. The young son went to try to stop it. It caught him and hurt him before trying to used him as bait. It knew I would protect the boy and tried to use that to kill me. It was an obvious trap though." He explained shortly, not going into too much detail. "Not the smartest werewolf, but not the first to try to use children against me."

He motioned her inside, making his way to the small and mildly furnished living room, flipping on the light switch before stumbling into a wooden chair. There were no windows in the room, but he probably preferred less openings. There were two wooden chairs in front of a small fireplace and a small couch next to a coffee table. There was also a bookshelf next to a small desk in the corner, which already had been filled with Seth's personal belongings of knives and other blades. In the middle of the coffee table was a photo of him in his uncle, which was resting next to a small encased medallion with the Amos family symbol.

"There's a medical kit in the desk over there." He pointed to it, which had a few books on fighting styles and languages littered across the top.

[Âłíșōñ]

Luschka smiled and walked into his apartment. She was very curious to see what it looked like. There were weapons everywhere, as expected, but other than that you wouldn't really be able to tell he was a hunter. It was a nice place. Very quaint. She ran her fingers along some of his furniture. It was a really nice place. When he sat in the wooden chair she finally got a good view of him. She gasped and her heart throbbed with an aching sadness. She flinched when she saw how soiled in blood in clothes were. It was worse then before, when she had left to get clothes. She walked quickly over to him and knelt next to him. She couldn't make herself do anything but stare and touch his face again. Tears welled in her eyes as she observed him fully. This was horrible. How could anyone do such a thing. All of a sudden she didn't feel so bad for the dead werewolf.

When he told her about the first aid kit she jumped up and ran, practically with inhuman speed, to the desk to retrieve it. She found it in one of the drawers. It was pretty easy. She just followed her nose to the scent of peroxide and rubbing alcohol. She brought it back to him and looked into his amazing hazel eyes. I'm going to have to take off your shirt. She spoke seriously, wondering if he was okay with her invading his personal space like that. Well, if he wanted to be helped, she'd have to. She remained still for a moment and then tenderly and gently stripped off his shirt. She smiled a little and kissed him on the forehead. She examined his wound and pursed her lips. Hmmm....It will need stitches. You okay with that? Being friends with Samuel had been benificial. Since he knew she didn't like hospitals and he also knew how rebellious she could be, he had taught her a couple of things to take care of herself.

[Eri]

Now that he was sitting, he could feel his body crying out in anger at him. This wasn't the worst shape he had ever been in. He wasn't laying on the forest floor in a pool of his own blood, but those memories were very hazy. He watched her, not really used to being treated so tenderly. Most of the time he had to patch himself up, or his uncle did it for him. Ugh, was his uncle a terrible nurse. The geezer was always rough, and didn't care how loudly you screamed in pain. Still, he was alive still despite the treatment, and the fact he even got help showed his uncle cared.

He numbly pressed against her caring hands, feeling the cold clenching him when she left to get the medical kit. He was glad to have her here, for he would have struggled quite a bit to do this all himself.

He seemed to hesitate when she mentioned taking off his shirt. She didn't seem to be the woozy type, but he wore long sleeves for a reason. He made to protest, but just sighed and mumbled, "Fine." as he raised his arms to help her take it off. That shirt was ruined, and he let out a hiss of air as the wounds on his body screamed at him. He slumped again once it was off, looking down to examine the wound more closely now. Well, wounds to be more specific. There were scratches all over his skin, but the largest were three long, deep gashes just below his heart. They started just below it and continued onto his side. He knew it was from when he had taken the blow for the boy. The child wouldn't have survived from it.

Despite the blood and dirt on his torso, it wasn't difficult to see the numerous scars from past injuries on his sculpted body. Some were pale and faded, others more prominent. They ranged from claws to bites, as well as knife and gunshot wounds. Even if he worked hard to become strong, he was still a human. "It's not the first time this has happened, I'm used to stitches." He could feel another gash on his back, but it didn't feel as deep as the one near his heart. He frowned slightly, since this often caused trouble for him in the past. When he found women in bars to sleep with, he often simply left his shirt on.

"Hospitals don't really welcome hunters. They don't know if we are bitten or not." he murmured as he reached for the kit and opened it up. It was a small kit, but it was more equipped for serious injuries and not just the typical boo-boo. He pulled out some cleaning clothes, as well as a needle and suture thread. "I liked that shirt too..." he managed to joke.

[Âłíșōñ]

Luschka laughed a little at his joke. She examined his chest. She could see how deep this horrible injury was and how severe too. Even with this incredibly huge gash across half his torso she couldn't help but be amazed at how sexy he looked without a shirt. She smiled a timid grin and lightly touched his chest. It was solid like a rock and she could tell even by barely touching him. Her touch was as soft as a butterfly's wing would be when caressing your skin. So light it could tickle. She ran her fingers across some of his old scars and very carefully avoided the tender areas where he was now wounded. He was amazing.

Lu watched him and sighed, knowing she had to take care of his wounds if she wanted him to get better as fast as possible. She took the cleaning cloths from him and very gently wiped away the blood and dirt from the disturbed area of skin. She did it as lightly and softly as she possibly could without hurting him, but she had to clean it and make sure it wouldn't become infected. When she finished with cleaning the wound, she carefully took the needle and suture thread from him and began stitching it. Sam had told her that she would make a great doctor with her perfect persision and gentle touch. She was quick and did a perfect job. Just like with everything she did.

Luschka cut the thread and knotted it. She looked him in the eyes and then cleaned up slowly, taking her time. Lu then returned and pulled a chair close to his. She took his face between her delicate china doll hands and gave him a quick peck on the lip, naturally wanting more, but knowing she couldn't have any more since he was hurt so badly. She ran her hand through his thick black hair, untangling it with her fingers, being very careful nit to pull too hard. Better? She asked this with concern. She knew a lot of people said she had a healing touch, but she wondered if it would work on the man she loved.

Lu caressed his uninjured side softly and smiled a little. She was glad she was able to help him a little. At least he wouldn't be bleeding like crazy. He probably wouldn't be bleeding at all now. She closed her eyes as she thought about what she had seen. She wondered if she should have died to protect him today, rather than live to love him right now. Both were okay with her, but she hated to see him in so much pain--whether he wanted to show it or not. She thought about how werewolves healed faster than humans and suddenly wished he was a werewolf so he wouldn't have to go through so much pain for so long. She leaned her forehead on his and kissed his face all over.

[Eri]

He gave a weak smile, glad to be able to make her smile a bit. He couldn't help but feel the little blood he did have rush to his neck when he sensed her gaze on him. It was unexpected, and if he wasn't in so drained he'd probably act on it. It didn't help that her touch was so light, it caused goosebumps to run down his spine. If the bleeding didn't kill him, her touch would at this point.

As she began to clean his wounds he didn't make a sound, despite the stinging from the alcohol filled cleaning clothes. He lifted his arms up above his head, resting them on top of his head as she began to stitch his side. He only winced when the needle first pierced his skin, but after that he simply watched as she quickly and precisely closed each of the gashes on his side.

When she ran her hands through his hair, god did he love that, he smiled again, this time one of relief and kissed her back when she pecked him on the lips. "Much better, thank you. I probably couldn't do it on my own. You're the best." he said, taking her hand and squeezing it before releasing it to get back into the medical kit.

He rustled through it, taking out a needle and tubing. He pulled out a packet of clear liquid, and carefully placed the needle within his arm before attaching the tubing to the packet. He leaned back, glancing at her. "It's antibiotics to keep me from getting sick." he explained, "It also helps me get my blood back faster and boosts my system. My family has been hunting for a long time, but I'm still human. We tried to find a cure to stop the spread of infection from werewolf bites, but we only managed to make strong medicine." he sighed this time, watching as the last of the packet drained into his arm before taking the needle out.

He placed a small cotton ball on it before taking medical tape and wrapping it around his arm. He still had scratched, but nothing a shower and a few band-aids wouldn't fix. Seeming to be content now, he turned back to her and reached forward, cupping her face in his hands. He was still dirty, but pressed his lips firmly against hers in a needing manner before moving away and kissing her temple.

"Thank you."

[Âłíșōñ]

Luschka smiled when he kissed her. She couldn't help it. His touch was amazing. He was amazing. When he thanked her both times, she smiled with relief and stroked his cheek softly with the back of her hand. She sat a little more to the front of the chair and watched him. She would be able to watch him forever and never get tired. Lu let her eyes roam his body, including his well sculpted bare chest. She didn't think she'd ever be seeing him shirtless this soon. But damn, was she happy she had.

She had a sudden urge to kiss him. Not just a peck on the lips like she had just now, but to really kiss him. With all the passion and fire from the other night--and probably more since her love for him just kept growing. So naturally, since he was hurt, she looked around the room for something to distract herself. She found nothing so she sat on her hands and bit her lip. She wanted--no needed--to kiss or touch him. Right now. She didn't care that he was dirty. She let out a squeak involentarily when she breathed. She couldn't. It would hurt him. Damn werewolf.

Those words slipped out of her mouth by accident. Whoops, she said more to herself that to anyone else. He was practically half-naked and she couldn't even touch him or kiss him. What kind of sick joke is this?! She asked, not really to herself, and not really to anyone else, but just for the hell of it. She let her eyes shoot back to him once more and she groaned, throwing her head back in exasperation. He looked sexier than he had before. How was that possible!? She quickly stood up and put the chair back where it was before she had moved it. She walked over to the corner of the room and sat on the floor. She was determined to make sure she didn't hurt him.

Lu looked at Seth with eyes that said, 'No. I'm not crazy. Just driving myself insane over here. Carry on.' She leaned back against the wall and sighed. Well, this was a little better. Not by much, but a little bit. She couldn't feel the warmth radiating off of his skin, but she could still hear his heart beat and his breath. She could still smell his masculine scent. One which was very hard not to give in to. She looked at him and mouthed 'sorry'.

[Eri]

Seth watched her with a mixture of confusion and amusement. She was acting a little strangely, as if she wanted something but wasn't able to get it. Maybe like a child that couldn't play with a new toy? At her statement, he let out a chuckle and nodded in agreement. "No, damn werewolf is pretty accurate at the moment."

He rubbed at his face, feeling his strength returning from the clear liquid. When she moved across the room and to the corner before mouthing 'sorry', well that just didn't make sense to him. It was after a hunt that he felt the need for company the most. The fact that he didn't have to search for it, and that she had come knocking on her door to him was a miracle. Luschka's entire existence seemed like a blur to him, he could barely keep up. "I didn't think I'd be having a guest anytime soon." he said as he stood up, patting at his hair in a nervous fashion before looking around his apartment. He would have at least put his tools away if he had thought Luschka was visiting, but there wasn't much to do now. She already knew he was a werewolf hunter anyways. So long as she didn't try to touch any of it he figured it was alright.

His soiled jeans were hanging low on his hips, and at first he seemed a little unsteady on his feet. There was a frown though, and he quickly found his footing before walking over and kneeling in front of her. He was used to being beat up and bloody, so moving around after losing half his blood and getting stitched up was pretty normal for him. The Amos family was born tough and raised tough, so he wasn't about to let a werewolf stop him from spending time with his new girl. Some rumors said the Amos family wasn't human, but he was just more stubborn than anything.

"I'm not sure what you're sorry for, but I do know I have a guest in my house." Probably the first guest in years. "You're not going to sit here in the corner all by yourself."

[Âłíșōñ]

Luschka smiled a little when he told her she wasn't going to sit alone in the corner. But that made it even harder to resist him. Oh how she needed him. Maybe she could just kiss him and touch him lightly? Ugh but she didn't want to hurt him. Oh, how frustrating this was. She pursed her soft lips and looked at him with lost puppy eyes. This was unbearable. She decided she'd be okay with it if he was okay with the possibility of her hurting him. She sighed and leaned her head back against the wall. Ugh! I want to kiss you and touch you so badly but I don't want you to get hurt. She finally released her feelings aloud and closed her eyes. This was painful. She never thought it would actually physically hurt, not being able to touch someone.

Lu wanted more than to just kiss him. She wanted all of him, and knowing that was usually what he did after a hunt, inside she jumped up and down with anticipation, but outside she had to restrain herself. It would be so much better if she had a straight jacket and a helmet. That way she couldn't touch him and she could bang her head on the wall continuously without worrying about getting a concussion or legitly losing her mind. She grumbled again and inaudibly cursed under her breath. When she cursed they never sounded evil or masochistic because her voice was so light and flowy. Like if honey made a sound her voice would be what it sounded like. She looked at him again, half crazed. Maybe I should leave....?

[Eri]

Seth felt his neck flush, and leaned forward to press his lips against hers. At first it was soft and barely a brushing of the lips, before he deepened it. There was a hunger emanating from him, a built up tension as if he was a wound up toy waiting to burst. Which was exactly what he felt. After a hunt he still had a rush, and he needed an anchor to keep himself from going mad.

"You can't touch me if you're sitting on the floor though, crazy girl." he said, pulling away to place butterfly kisses on her cheeks. Featherlight, he was baiting her in hopes that she would return it. "a few cuts won't stop me."

[Âłíșōñ]

Luschka became even more serious as her need grew stronger. When he kissed her she returned the kiss. But when he told her she couldn't touch him if she was on the floor, she smirked and stood up, pulling him along with her. To hell with not hurting him. Like he said, a few cuts won't stop him, so why should they stop me? She pulled him close and kissed him with a burning passion. The need was undeniable. He could defenitally feel it.

Lu kissed him deeply, and slowly edged her soft tongue passed his teeth. She twined her fingers in his hair and slowly moved her left hand down his back. Her breath came in short gasps and it became very ragged. She pulled away reluctantly but remained in his arms. Are you sure you want to do this? she asked out of breath.

[Eri]

Seth couldn't help the smirk that spread across his face when she stood. He obligingly followed when she pulled him close, but continued to move forward until he had her pressed against the wall. It was relieving to see that she wanted him so badly, but her worry about his safety was cute to him.

He chuckled lightly, ghosting his lips over hers when he spoke. "For me its more of a need than a want." He pressed against her, enjoying her warmth greatly, "Though I do worry that you might not be ready yet." Despite his growing hunger for this girl, he wasn't about to force her into something. He knew right now his mind was not completely clear, but going off of instinct and action was how he did things.