darkest timeline } { of old enemies and reaping the benefits

[likeaweapon]

Rebekah: [As Peter walks up to the Abattoir, he'll find Freya's youngest sibling waiting outside. As she glances over and stops him, she holds up a hand and takes a few steps forward to keep him from being seen through the door] Freya wants you to wait upstairs. [which is not standard operating procedure for her - she normally doesn't mind doing business in the bar]

Peter: [which he knows, and his eyes narrow just slightly] Did she say why?

Rebekah: Not exactly. [and the bar door is open so if Peter listens carefully, he can likely hear that Freya has an unexpected guest trying to pump her for information]

Peter: [which his ears will pick up, and his eyes will widen. Without saying a word, he will head to the back steps leading upstairs using his werewolf speed]

Rebekah: [well ... that was easy. She's going to follow after him to wait it out, so that it doesn't draw suspicion. Also the upstairs is soundproofed so he won't be able to hear anything from downstairs while he waits, but Freya won't be long]

Peter: [that's fine. He's going to just pace as he waits, not liking how close the Argents were to the Mikaelsons, especially considering Klaus and all]

Freya: [yeah, Klaus was currently likely in the bar with his sister to join the rest of the Mikaelsons in staring Kate down the entire time, making sure she didn't make any sudden moves. But eventually Kate leaves and Kol takes over the bar while she makes her way upstairs and opens the door to her sitting room] Sorry, but I didn't think it was wise too have you just walk in unprepared.

Peter: I appreciate it. Blood isn't good on hardwood floors.

Freya: No, it is not. [she closes the door] Do you want the good news, the bad news, or the amusing news first?

Peter: I'll let you choose.

Freya: In that case, first things first: have you been seeing other witches?

Peter: [laughs] You mean in passing on the streets or in the sheets?

Freya: Kate knows that your niece was rescued by magic, and assumed, because she believes we're sleeping together, that I was the one responsible. But since it wasn't me ... ?

Peter: I take it the amusing news is that Kate thinks we're sleeping together?

Freya: Mmm-hmm.

Peter: [and he will go to sit down] You're aware of the cryptozoologist in town?

Freya: The Prices come in and out on occasion, but we've never really crossed paths.

Peter: Well, the current one goes by Stilinski, and he takes after his grandmother it seems.

Freya: Interesting. He's good enough that he didn't get caught too.

Peter: I have a feeling that this boy gets into enough trouble on his own that he learned how to make a clean getaway a long time ago.

Freya: Well, if he and Cora have been seen together, I'm willing to bet that it won't take the Argents long to put two and two together.

Peter: [nods] I believe he was with Cora when Gerard found her on the streets. But I don't even know where he lives in the city. Only Cora and Derek do.

Freya: If he's using magic, I'll figure it out. I won't out her though, I'll be discreet.

Peter: Good. She feels safe there, and lord knows she needs a safe spot right now.

Freya: Indeed. But Kate Argent is a problem.

Peter: She has been for a long time. She's a problem I'd love to solve. [and he will look at his claws that have appeared on one hand, examining them like a manicure]

Freya: [doesn't seem bothered by that] Just keep it out of my bar. But given that assumption about us sleeping together I would assume she's been following you for some time.

Peter: Which means she knows where we live, so she knows where Derek is. However, we pay for full security condo fees for a reason.

Freya: If you do take care of it, make sure she is far away from anything that could be connected to you.

Peter: Trust me, if I do, not only will it be far from connected to us, but it will be done with a human weapon so that there's nothing wolf-like about it.

Freya: Good. [a beat as she takes a step closer] Are you alright?

Peter: I'm as well as I can be. I'll be better once the Argents are gone.

Freya: I can understand that. Anything else i can do?

Peter: You can tell me how you answered Kate when she asked about us. [smirks]

Freya: [she laughs] I didn't confirm anything one way or another. I just let her believe whatever she believed.

Peter: Good. And for the record, I only see one witch. Cora just has her own.

Freya: Good to know. I've been known to be a bit territorial.

Peter: That sounds like a threat. [said in a teasing manner]

Freya: [teasing back] Not to you, necessarily. Unless you want it to be.

Peter: Depends on the punishment.

Freya: For that particular crime, I can be quite vicious. [takes a couple steps closer as she moves towards the couch] Though I do find it rather amusing that we're letting her believe things about our relationship and reaping none of the benefits.

Peter: [and an eyebrow will go up at that] Oh, and what benefits would that be?

Freya: Actually sleeping together, obviously. [she's mostly kidding.]

Peter: Well, you've never displayed any interest in that regard.

Freya: That's because most of our interactions usually involve discussing business or you getting drunk. Occasionally both. But if we're being completely superficial, I would have to either be blind or a lesbian to not be interested.

Peter: [and he is actually taken aback by that. Not that he hasn't had women pretty much throw themselves at him, but because he wasn't interested in drunk women wanting a good time. If he was going to try to have a relationship in his life, he needed someone who would challenge him. And someone who wouldn't flinch when he got his hands dirty] You do know who I am and what I do, correct? How much blood in this city is on my hands?

Freya: Do I look like I'm squeamish? [she tips her head to the side] I think if I were someone with moral qualms about things like that, we would have stopped associating with each other a long time ago.

Peter: Associations for business are different than associations with emotional ties.

Freya: Perhaps. But either way, it doesn't bother me. Some would even say it's necessary.

Peter: [and there is a hint of a smirk on the edge of his lips] We've really wasted too much time then on being proper, then.

Freya: [gives a small shrug] As I said. Reaping none of the benefits.

Peter: Would you like to fix that?

Freya: [she tips her head to the side for a moment] We've been discussing a great deal of what I want. Is that what you want?

Peter: Something I've wanted for a while. However, I believe that you deserve better.

Freya: [she shifts for a moment, moving so that she's straddling his lap and leaning in closer] Let me worry about what I deserve.

Peter: I take it then I just need to worry about earning my keep.

Freya: I think that's an arrangement that could work well for both of us.

Peter: I just do hate that doing this will make Kate Argent right.

Freya: But it also pisses her off so much.

Peter: True. And I so love pissing her off.

Freya: What a coincidence. So do I.

Peter: And since we are in consensus. [he will reach up to hold the back of her neck and pull her down for a hard, needy kiss]

Freya: [moans as she leans into him, kissing him back just as eagerly as her hands move to his chest]

Peter: [and while he acts proper, when it comes to moments like this, he is all wolf. His hand is going to instantly go to her breast over her outfit, squeezing it roughly]

Freya: [she doesn't mind his wolfish tendencies, and if his hands are going to wander, so will hers, slipping her hands under his shirt and dragging her nails against his skin lightly]

Peter: [which will get a growl from him, turning him on. His kissing will intensify, and it won't be long before he rolls them, setting her onto the couch and bearing down on her, grinding his hips against hers]

Freya: [moans as she pushes her hips back up into his, pushing her hands up further so that she can get his shirt up and off because clothing is not needed at the moment]

Peter: [here, let him help you get that off him. He also hopes you weren't attached to that bra because he is going to use his claws to just split her shirt and bra right down the center so his hands can each have a nice handful of breast to kneed]

Freya: [she'll buy some new ones. and she has plenty of other clothes. but his hand against his skin makes her moan, arcing up into the press of him, grinding her hips back down in response]

Peter: [he needs to breathe, and he will take a quick breath before sliding down to suck on her breasts. His hands go to work on her leather pants now, running along the fabric first to feel her before starting to work them off]

Freya: [she lifts her hips a bit to help him pry them off, before moving her own hands down to find his belt and get to work here, soaking up as much of his touch as she can, and with her mouth free, her appreciation of his efforts is all that much louder]

Peter: [well, she's going to be moaning all the louder as he moves her hands away, sliding down more until his head is between her legs, and his wolf is going to town, reveling in her scent and tastes, the heat she is giving off. The need]

Freya: [oh, yep he can ... definitely do all of that. her fingers dragged against his back and into his hair, nails digging in when he does something that particularly pushes her buttons]

Peter: [and when he can tell she is ready, he will work to get his pants off the rest of the way, and then slide up her, one ankle held on his shoulder as he presses his naked body to hers, kissing her as he guides himself in]

Freya: [moans into the kiss as she pushes her hips up to meet his, rotating her hips a bit as she adjusts to him there, but it feels good and she hooks her leg a bit to draw him closer]

Peter: [she draws him closer, but he's going to give her a good fuck against the couch, and she may feel his fangs slide against her lips as he all but devours her with his kiss]

Freya: [she's definitely good with that good fuck, and while she does her best to meet him in the kiss, eventually her head falls back as she tries to catch her breath, doing best to work her hips back against him]

Peter: [and when she does that, his lips will go to her neck, sucking and teasing right along the vein. He has a strong urge to claim her as his, but he manages to push it aside for now]

Freya: [yes, let's not do that right now, Freya will appreciate it. but he can keep kissing there though as she feels herself starting to crest towards that edge and not bothering to hold back as she tumbles over it]

Peter: [he won't either, thrusting into her nice and hard as he finds his release. He may not be able to bite her, but his wolf is going to make sure his scent is all over her]

Freya: [well, that works just fine. and she's on the pill so she's not going to worry about that and just relax under him, a languidness settling into her limbs with a happy hum]

Peter: [ the good thing about sexxing up humans. He will hold himself up over her, staying close but not adding weight onto her] So did that meet your expectations?

Freya: [laughs a bit that could almost be a giggle] Exceeded them, even.

Peter: Good. [and he will kiss along her jaw]

Freya: [hums as she closes her eyes, tilting into the touch as she shifts her leg off his shoulder]

Peter: So, while I would love to stay and perhaps go a few more rounds, there is a hunter I need to get rid of.

Freya: [sighs] If you must. Just make sure you can make it up to me another time. [aka be careful, Peter]

Peter: Oh, I plan on an encore, I promise. [and he'll give her a kiss, and then go to gather up and put on his clothing]

Freya: [kisses him back, before pushing up and wandering into the bedroom for a robe since he cut up her clothes]

Peter: [he can repay her for those later, but instead he will wait for her to return, straightening out the sleeves of his jacket] I will call you when I reach home.

Freya: [she nods] Let me know if you need anything.

Peter: I will. [and one final kiss before he is off]

Freya: [and she will let him go before going to clean up and turn in for the night]