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Bianca


Wolf a la Rouge

Posts: 43
Date: Jan 22, 2009
Messenger Boy
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It’s 4 A.M. Do you know where your werewolves are?

Bianca thought it was funny. Then again, it was 4 A.M, or as they said in Europe Oh-four-hundred, so just about anything was funny.  While yawning into the back of her hand, Bianca contemplated the blank notepad in her lap. The hotel’s lame logo sparkling dully in the pale light cast by the night stand lamp. She had it turned down to the lowest setting so not to wake up Malcolm.

Poor guy was exhausted.

Looking over at him, Bianca had to grin slightly at the little sleep noises he was making. It was as if he was dreaming about chasing something. Or…camping. Biting her bottom lip, she watched him for a good five minutes, forcing herself to look away before the urge to mess with him got to be too much. 

There was a reason she wasn’t with him under the blankets, snuggly and warm and asleep.
Lifting the pen to her mouth, Bianca bit the cap and pulled the pen away. Something to chew on while she worked.  The letter to the Wolf King was simple. “Hi my name is Bianca. I’m new to the area. I’m officially requesting permission to be in your territory, if you’d like to meet I can be reached at….” Nothing fancy, nothing flighty or full of big words no one wanted or needed to know. Although she did want to stick “Indubitably”, “perhaps”, “if all together possible” and maybe just maybe if she had a literary crow bar an “aforementioned” in there somewhere. Or she did before common sense woke up and kicked her in the shins.  It hurt, but it made her put the pen down while she was ahead.

After folding the letter and stuffing it into an envelope, Bianca tucked it into Malcolm’s jacket he left on the back of the only chair in the room, and before her toes froze to the floor, climbed back into bed.  Sighing in sheer contentment, she shut off the lights and pulled the warm blankets up to her nose. They smelled like Malcolm and the detergent the hotel used to do its laundry. Not a bad scent to fall asleep to. Rolling over Bianca stared at the sleeping Brit in her bed and seriously regretted the fact that he still all his clothes on.



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Dr Malcolm Book


The Good Doctor

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Date: Jan 23, 2009
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Malcolm awoke the next morning, his arms around Bianca, his nose nestled into her hair. Virid hues disappeared behind his eyelids as he took a moment to fill his senses with the very presence of her. In all actuality, he was really rather surprised to find himself awakening the the very same state he'd gone to sleep. He was certain she would have tried something in the night, but by all initial accounts, everything was as it should be. He idly wondered if she had written the note she'd promised she'd write to Ash, but didn't think too much on it.

She'd tried so very hard the previous night to seduce him, but he was a gentleman, and she was a lady. And he had spoken to her quite seriously at some point, and the idea had seemed to sink in. And so he had fallen asleep whilst talking to her on her bed. The woman had driven him to exhaustion with her antics. All the better though, as he had a fantastic night of sleep. As she began to stir, Malcolm suddenly realized the morning state he was in, and his verdant hues widened as he pushed away. Unfortunately, there wasn't too terribly much bed behind him and he ended up on the floor with a rather loud thud.

"Bloody hell..." was heard as groan to the world in general as he lifted a hand to his temple. He wondered how anyone could put up with the total twat that he was. Ryver could, of course, because, well, they were brothers. And he needed to speak to him as soon as possible. Ash and Ryver both were top on his list of people to talk to when he returned to the pack house. The sound of beautiful laughter pulled him from his thoughts as he looked up to the bed, to see the cherub face of his downfall, quite literally, looking down at him as she laughed.

Malcolm felt a blush creep up his face and he smiled uncertainly, taking a pillow that had fallen with him to discreetly place on his abdomen as he spoke.

"Well good morning love. How was your rest?" He could wake up like this every morning hereafter and be happy. Well, maybe not exactly like this. The fall to the floor had been rather painful.



-- Edited by Dr Malcolm Book at 15:24, 2009-01-23

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Bianca


Wolf a la Rouge

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Date: Jan 24, 2009
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It was the distinct lack of the good doctor that woke up the red wolf. Yawning in the laziest way possible, Bianca stretched out on the now free bed. Grunting, and groaning in the most unladylike fashion while her bones and joins settled into a more comfortable whole.  With a shake of her head, she sat up. Yawning once again while fingers combed the red messy strands back from her face. The scuffle on the side of the bed had her crawling to the edge, peeking over the edge of the mattress at the poor little Brit hiding under a pillow.

Laughing Bianca allowed herself a few brief moments to note the scene. He was too cute sometimes. Shy, and noble. It was positively nice.  A feeling she was having a hard time dealing with. After a life time spent around sleaze balls and guys you couldn't trust further than you could knee them in the groin, having someone like Malcolm in her life...complicated things.  He threw off her game basically.  As someone who had always gotten her way, meeting him made Bianca remember what it was like to have to work for something. Not a feeling she liked, not a feeling she disliked either, but his whole "You are being too forward." Made the woman sit back and kind of blink in confusion. Her being Too forward?  Since when did guys get morals. But she backed off, letting him have his space, which was nice. He relaxed and so did she and they actually talked. Laughed, made out. No wait, wishful thinking on her part. A peck was all Prince Noble allowed.

Which was fine by Radical B. She liked this game.  And when the wolf caught the rabbit...

"Oh I slept fine...best sleep I had in ages, and you? You know the bed is far, far more comfortable than that stinky old floor." 

While Bianca spoke, she  slowly rubbed her hand, over the edge of the mattress, making him watch how her fingers scraped at the nylon surface.  Or at least that's what she did till her blue/green eyes spied that pillow he was using as armor.  Moving faster than any human was capable off, she sunk her fingers into the fluffy surface and yanked.  He held on, so she pulled harder, forcing him to hold the pillow closer to his body. After a few minutes, the tug of war bored her, and with a laugh Bianca let him have it.  Least she could do. She was after all (according to Mal) a lady. 

"Fine, keep the pillow...Cold Shower's through there. I'm going to order breakfast!" 
Which sounded like a damn good idea at that time, Bianca rolled off the bed and headed for the room service menu by the door. Passing by the chair with Malcolmn's jacket, she paused and looked at the small envelope peeking out of his coat's pocket.  Well she did it. Just like she promised Malcolm.  Why though?  She wanted him to like her, the Doctor, not the Wolf King, maybe that's why?  Stupid questions were better handled on a full stomach anyway. So with the menu in hand, Bianca began to dial the number while Malcolm got himself together...and then the evil took her.

"Hey Malcolmn...for breafkast. Do you want me covered in Maple Syrup, or just Whipped Cream?"



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