new york wolves } of sweet wine and talks of adventure

[cunningwolf]

Peter: I hope you like cheese. I found an amazing fresh parmesan at the market this morning.

Nadia: I do like cheese. Probably far more than I should.

Peter: Well, here smell this then. [he unwraps the block of cheese and holds it out to her]

Nadia: [does as instructed and smiles] Perfect.

Peter: So how has the summer been treating you so far? Any interesting events you're planning? [and he's going to spend the next hour cooking]

Nadia: [settles on a stool not too far away and sips her wine as she watches] Mostly socialite galas. Nothing too interesting, unfortunately. Oddly enough, the art will probably pick up again in the fall.

Peter: Any reason why art is more popular then?

Nadia: Well, in the summer people take vacations and go outside. There are plenty of art exhibits in the city that are available if you want to just walk in. But in the fall, it's getting cooler, the days are getting shorter, and people are less likely to go out and explore things just for the hell of it. If you make it a special occasion, they feel obligated.

Peter: I see. Well, perhaps you can sneak me a few invites when they get started. If you want to have someone there with you, that is.

Nadia: I would love that.

Peter: good. [smiles up at her as he's chopping up the chicken] And perhaps, I was thinking of finding a place to exhibit Michael's art. Find a foundation that we can donate the proceeds to, and maybe auction a few pieces off? I'm sure there is a starving artist non-profit that would benefit well from it, and I think he would like that.

Nadia: [nods] I'll look into it. I'm sure with my connections I can find something.

Peter: And obviously you will be compensated for your time. [grins]

Nadia: [laughs] Well, I do appreciate that.

Peter: I thought you might. [he checks the sauce and holds out a small spoonful for Nadia to taste after he's sure it's ready]

Nadia: [leans forward to do just that and nods with a pleased noise] Perfect.

Peter: Good. [he sets it aside, then starts to sauté the chicken while waiting for the pasta water the boil]

Nadia: So how was your little getaway?

Peter: Good. The children really needed it. And the beachside was refreshing once I was able to also join them.

Nadia: Was the pain worth the effort?

Peter: Highly. I no longer look like a street thug passing as a decent person.

Nadia: And you can now explore the many fashion options beyond high collar shirts.

Peter: Which is a very nice side benefit. I was thinking of looking into V-necks.

Nadia: I think that would be an excellent choice.

Peter: Perhaps you'll join me then on another shopping trip?

Nadia: I would love to.

Peter: Good. We can make a day of it. [and he's going to focus a bit cooking, reaching for a glass of wine. He's starting to work on refining his taste to enjoy the stuff]

Nadia: [she will slowly walk him through it. This is stuff she doesn't mind exposing him to]

Peter: [she's pretty much the reason he's willing to be exposed to it]

Nadia: [her work here is done. She's just going to watch him over the glass to see what he thinks]

Peter: [he's going to sip it, make a little hmm noise, and then put it back down while cooking.]

Nadia: [smirks a bit] Too dry?

Peter: A bit. Not what I'm used to.

Nadia: What do you normally drink?

Peter: Water. [smirks over his shoulder] With an occasional beer.

Nadia: [she makes a face] I can't do beer.

Peter: It's just liquid bread. Like this is liquid grape.

Nadia: Maybe it makes me a snob, but I do not think bread should be liquefied. [there's a pause] Do you have a sweet tooth?

Peter: That I do.

Nadia: [gets up and makes her way over to where she keeps her wine, before pulling out something that's a little sweeter. She pours him a glass and brings it over to him] Try this.

Peter: [goes to pour the pasta into the water, then turns and takes the glass] What is it? [sniffs it]

Nadia: It's a Vouvray. If you swirl it a bit you can catch the scent of the flowers.

Peter: [he looks up at her a moment, then does so, inhaling the scent. His eyebrows twitched as he caught the scent, and then he raised the glass to his lips to sip, then looked at the glass and nodded] I like this one better.

Nadia: [nods] I'll keep that in mind.

Peter: [gives her a smile, then takes another easy sip as he goes to pull the casserole dish from the warming oven and them to put the chicken into it] So this is almost done. Where shall we dine?

Nadia: [turns for a moment, glancing around] Well, we could eat like normal people in the dining room, or we could eat in the living room where we can see the balcony?

Peter: I like the sound of the living room better.

Nadia: Living room it is. [she'll pause to cork the original bottle of wine and put it away, before pouring herself her own glass of the Vouvray, and moving to take it into the living room with her] This way.

Peter: [give him a moment to drain the pasta, pour it over the chicken, and then add the sauce] Let that sit while we make some space. [and he went to follow her]

Nadia: [nods as she places to the bottle on the table, scooping up some of the magazines that were there and moving over to the desk]

Peter: [he follows with the plates and silverware, laying out two places for them. He then looks and goes to grab the candles from the dining room table and brings them over] For ambiance.

Nadia: [smirks a bit at that, before nodding as she settles into the couch, tucking her legs under her and waiting for him to join her]

Peter: [he goes back into the kitchen to grab the dish and a trivet, and brings it out to set on the table with the serving spoon. He then sits on the couch next to her, picking up his wine] You know, I forgot the bread to dip into the sauce.

Nadia: [she gives a bit of a shrug] I can do without it.

Peter: Good, then let me serve you. [and he is going to fill her plate first, then his] I hope you like it.

Nadia: [she takes the plate, taking a deep breath before reaching forward with her fork to grab some] Definitely smells good.

Peter: [he's going to sip his wine though, wanting to know what she thought before he dug in himself]

Nadia: [swirls up some pasta, takes a bite, chews ... approval!] Delicious.

Peter: Good, I'm glad you like it. [and he will start to eat. There was only so many ways one could prepare a meat, pasta and cheese dish for two picky girls growing up, but this was his favorite]

Nadia: I do. Do you tend to eat Italian often?

Peter: It's more that my nieces have a very limited pallet of meat, cheese and something to put it on.

Nadia: Well, there are some ... more exotic options around the city, if you're interested in trying them.

Peter: I think I'm in a position right now where I'm open to a lot of new opportunities that I used to not consider before.

Nadia: [smiles a bit at that] Then we'll just have to get adventurous.

Peter: [smiles back at her] I think I'm far overdue an adventure.

Nadia: Consider me your guide. You'll just have to tell me your hard limits.

Peter: Well, fire is usually my hard limit. [he smirks] I think from there... we'll see where the limits are.

Nadia: Definitely nothing with fire. I'm not that fond of it myself.

Peter: Then we're in agreement there. [and he's going to go back to his food, leaning back to enjoy the views - Nadia and the balcony both]

Nadia: [she'll do the same, and probably eventually wander into a bit of a ramble about the history of one of the buildings that they can see from there, but I'm not going to pick a specific one because I'm too lazy right now, but basically, they're not sitting there in empty silence because Nadia is talking!]

Peter: [and he is happy to listen to her talk, past when they have finished eating and he's just reclining with his glass of wine and listening] You really do have a love for history.

Nadia: I like understanding where things come from - it's more about ... the story of it, if that makes any sense.

Peter: No, it makes complete sense. We all come from somewhere, we all have our stories. It's what makes us who we are.

Nadia: Exactly. Buildings are the same way.

Peter: [nods] So what about you? What's your story, Nadia?

Nadia: Russian immigrant parents. Grew up here in New York. My mom liked to travel, so I usually did that with her on school breaks. She was the one who got me into art.

Peter: Where did you go with her?

Nadia: ... Anywhere we could get to. Mostly in the states at first, because she hadn't seen most of it, but once I got older she took me to Europe. She loved Chicago, though.

Peter: I'll admit I always wanted to travel, but when you're a Hale wolf, you stay close to the pack.

Nadia: Not even little trips?

Peter: I went to Mexico once. [shrugs] Twenty first birthday. It was only a few hours away and hey, I could say I left the state and the country at the same time.

Nadia: At least you had a bit of an adventure.

Peter: I was twenty one. I wasn't really out for adventure then. [chuckles]

Nadia: [laughs] You were just looking to take advantage of all the things you could do now that you were free.

Peter: Pretty much. I was a spoiled brat back then... oh what am I saying, I still am. [smirks] I just... I wanted to have something for myself before I gave my life back to the pack.

Nadia: That's fair. Unfortunately for me, my twenty first birthday was around when my parents passed, so it wasn't as liberating as it could have been.

Peter: [he reached over to squeeze her hand gently] I'm sorry to hear that.

Nadia: [she gives a bit of a shrug] It was a long time ago and they're both in a better place.

Peter: But you loved them. It always matters.

Nadia: [nods with a small smile] It doesn't sting as much as it used to, but sometimes it sneaks up on you.

Peter: [he gives her a small smile, squeezing her hand again] Here, let me clean up, and then we can have some dessert.

Nadia: Dessert too? I'd almost say you're spoiling me.

Peter: Perhaps I am. [there's a smirk there as he stands up, taking her plate]

Nadia: [smiles at that before corking what was left of the wine and putting it away]

Peter: [and from his bag he will pull out a container with six cupcakes] I wasn't sure what flavor you would like, so I got us some variety.

Nadia: Oooh. I like it. [moves over to lean against the counter] What have we got?

Peter: A chocolate and a German chocolate, two strawberries, a red velvet and a pineapple upside-down cupcake.

Nadia: I'm going to have to go with the pineapple.

Peter: [he pulls it out and puts it on a small plate for her] There you go.

Nadia: [smiles in response and takes a swipe of the icing with her finger]

Peter: [grins and takes one of the strawberries]

Nadia: Where did you find them?

Peter: There was a little mother daughter stand at the market selling baked goods. I couldn't resist.

Nadia: Those are almost always worthwhile.

Peter: And I tend to be a sucker for little girls and puppy dog eyes. Which is probably why Malia and Cora are spoiled the way they are.

Nadia: How spoiled are we talking?

Peter: Pretty much get what they want with minimum begging as long as it's not something that will let them take over the world.

Nadia: So clothes or a car, but weapons of mass destruction are out.

Peter: Pretty much. Cora doesn't tend to ask for much though. A dog. Some books. A boy with a fatal brain dysfunction.

Nadia: [laughs] Go big or go home.

Peter: Malia tends to just want her dance equipment and dance dresses, so her end is easy.

Nadia: What kind of dance does she do?

Peter: Competitive. One of Laura's friends, Verity, got her into it.

Nadia: Is she good?

Peter: Very. I’m proud of her.

Nadia: Good.

Peter: So I thought I could just leave the rest of these here for you. [nibbling on his cupcake]

Nadia: Sure you don't want to take one or two home yourself?

Peter: No, I wouldn't even get to eat them. They would be inhaled by the pack of wolves I live with.

Nadia: Then maybe I'll just save them for you when you come over again.

Peter: Well, I'll have to come over soon then, since they were freshly made, they won't last too long.

Nadia: I have no problem with that.

Peter: [he slides a bit closer, taking a deep breath because he isn't sure how this is going to come off] You know, with a nice espresso, these would make a good breakfast treat.

Nadia: [her head tips to the side for a moment, studying him as though she's trying to figure out where he's going with this before he has to spell it out for her] They would.

Peter: And as long as I have the right equipment, I can make an amazing espresso. [smirks just a bit] I can draw in the foam and everything.

Nadia: I do have an espresso machine.

Peter: Then I guess I just need an excuse to make you breakfast.

Nadia: Well, it seems like we have two options. You could come back tomorrow ... [and she'll pause as she looks up at him again] Or you could stay the night.

Peter: It'd be a shame for me to leave and just have to come back in the morning... [moving just a bit closer]

Nadia: It would. Especially considering I'm sure whatever exercise you'd be getting you could probably get here.

Peter: I'll admit, I'm a bit out of shape when it comes to certain exercises.

Nadia: Well, I've found that the only way to get back in shape is ... lots of practice.

Peter: I may want to look into a personal trainer too. Have any recommendations? [he's so smirking]

Nadia: [chuckles] I know a very good one.

Peter: Good, because I'd like to get started right away, while I'm thinking about it. Before I worry that I'm moving too fast back into it.

Nadia: Well, I know a very easy exercise. [she takes another step closer, letting her hands rest against his sides gently] Just a warm up to get started. [and if he doesn't pull back, she'll close the rest of the distance between them to kiss him]

Peter: [yeah, it had been a long time. There's a soft, happy sound from the back of his throat as he leans down a bit, bringing a hand up to hold her cheek, his fingers on her neck as he kissed her back]

Nadia: [she takes it slow, letting him control the speed for the most part, but occasionally pushing to see if she can get things to go a bit further. Her hands move more firmly against his side, pulling him closer so that she can feel the press of him against her as they kiss]

Peter: [it comes back to him quickly, and he deepens the kiss quickly, pressing her back a bit against the kitchen island a bit as his free hand went down to rest against her hip to keep them nice and close]

Nadia: [she hums softly, pleased and just keeps up with the kiss for the moment. She can ignore a lot in favor of getting what she wants, but eventually she reaches the point where the island digging into her back is getting on her nerves and she has to break the kiss with a sigh] Maybe we should take this elsewhere.

Peter: Your house. Lead the way.

Nadia: [she takes his hand, before turning and leading the way through the apartment to her bedroom]

Peter: [and he is just going to look at the room. Once they are there, he was going to stop her and pull her back against him to kiss her again, going to sit on her bed as he does to]

Nadia: [follows his lead, leaning into the kiss as she shifts forward to straddle his hips. She's not pressing any further than that for right now, but she will take a moment to get comfortable]

Peter: [he's going to be fine with the kissing, letting his hand explore along her body on top of her clothes. His only hesitation is going to come when they start taking clothes off]

Nadia: [he's still setting most of the boundaries. Until he starts indicating that they should start removing layers, she's going to leave her hands above his clothing as well]

Peter: [he's going to finally pull back, panting a bit and looking her in the eyes] Nadia... I haven't... for a while now. Um...

Nadia: [shakes her head] We don't have to. There's no rush at all.

Peter: No, I want to. [he cupped her cheek] I trust you. I just... I haven't let anyone really touch me like this since the fire.

Nadia: [nods slowly as she leans into his hand a bit] Then we'll go slow.

Peter: Good thing I'm staying the night then. [hopefully Laura will figure that out and not worry]

Nadia: [Laura was hopeful that it was a given. Nadia smiles a bit at that, before leaning in to kiss him again, on hand sliding to the back of his neck and moving through his hair]

Peter: [and there is another happy noise as he leaned into her hand, soaking up the affection as he kissed her back. His hands were on her hips, pulling her closer]

Nadia: [goes where she's guided, pressing her hips down against his as she deepens the kiss]

Peter: [groaning against her lips, his hands travel up, sliding under her shirt to feel her skin on her stomach and ribs]

Nadia: [hums softly in agreement, pushing into his hands a bit as she settles closer]

Peter: [it isn't long before he slowly moves his hands up, breaking the kiss to gently pull her shirt off. He smiled at her, taking her in before leaning back in to kiss her again]

Nadia: [she lets the shirt drop to the floor before leaning in closer with the kiss again. She slowly lets her fingers trail lower, fingers playing with the top buttons of his shirt]

Peter: [there's a moment of stiffness, but she had helped him with this before so he takes a deep breath, pressing his forehead to hers, but he doesn't move to stop her]

Nadia: [she goes slowly. undoing each button one by one, but not trying to push the fabric away any more than that]

Peter: [when she reaches the last one, his nods] It's okay.

Nadia: Okay. [her voice is soft and barely a whisper before she slips her hands under the material to touch his skin, before leaning in to kiss him again]

Peter: [his stomach flexes, not away, but just in reaction to being touched in general. There's a soft sigh though, just before he kisses her again, his hands pulling her just a bit closer]

Nadia: [moves in with him, letting her fingers trail over his skin slowly as she gets a feel for him. She kisses him deeply, pressing her chest against his as her fingers slide up his sides]

Peter: [slowly, his hands will get back into the action, sliding up her back before sliding forward to gently trace along the sides of her breasts]

Nadia: [she moans softly into the kiss, pushing up into his hands to encourage him further]

Peter: [he will take that encouragement and run with it, cupping her breasts and massaging them firmly as he deepened the kiss]

Nadia: [that draws more sounds from her, her fingers curling and dragging against his skin when his fingers hit a particularly good spot]

Peter: [and eventually he's going to shrug the shirt off the rest of the way and turn them so that they can lay down on the bed, and he's going to kiss his way down her body]

Nadia: [goes with him, stretching out under him and letting her hands graze over the skin, just skirting the edges of the burned skin - not because she's afraid of it, but mostly because she doesn't want to take him out of the moment]

Peter: [he kisses her stomach, his hands caressing her lace covered breasts as his thumb and forefinger find her nipples and tease them gently through the fabric]

Nadia: [arches up into his hands, pulling back to move towards the clasp of her bra, flicking it open and pulling the material away from her skin]

Peter: [he will smile up at her, his fingers just dancing over the flesh a moment, as if he was considering all the possibilities before he just lowered his lips to wrap around one perfect nipple and sucked and teased it]

Nadia: [she sucks in a breath, her hands brushing up his back and shoulders, before slipping into his hair. Her hips roll in time with the pressure of his tongue, her fingers eventually curling in his hair and tugging gently]

Peter: [groaning against her breast, he swapped to let his tongue lathe over her other nipple before sliding back up to kiss her deeply. His hips pressed against hers, hands sliding down her ribs]

Nadia: [her legs slide up against his hips, pulling him in closer as his hips press into her. her hands drift over his chest, before finding his belt and starting to undo it, moving slowly as though to give him a chance to stop it if he wants her to]

Peter: [he's not going to stop her, but his lips will pull away from hers a moment, forehead pressed to hers as he pants heavily, eyes closed as he mentally breathes through it]

Nadia: [she keeps going, turning her head to the side slightly to look at him] You okay?

Peter: Yeah. I'm okay. Just... nervous.

Nadia: [pulls back a bit so that she's looking at him more] Don't be. It's just me.

Peter: I know. [something was happening in all this he didn't understand, but he trusted her. He knew she wouldn't hurt him, and it was making him feel both will to be vulnerable in a way he hadn't in a long time, as well as wanting to have that person help him move this part of his life on. Wanting her to help him.]

Nadia: [nods slightly as she leans in to kiss him again] Take your time.

Peter: [nods, and kisses her again, his hands going to lay on top of hers, and guiding her to help her get his pants off]

Nadia: [she goes where he guides her, making quick work of both their remaining clothing until it's just skin on skin, their bodies rocking gently against each other as they get to know each other better]

Peter: [the burns on his hip and leg end near the knee, having been protected from the fire by other debris that had fallen on him when the beam had. He kissed her a bit longer before he let a hand slide between them, starting at her stomach and then sliding down to touch her more intimate spots, wanting to really know her better]

Nadia: [her hips push up gently into his hand as she lets her own hands explore, dancing lightly over his skin, getting a feel for what areas are more sensitive than others. She doesn't want this to be a bad experience for him by overstepping her bounds, so she just takes her time, as well as enjoying the sensations he's giving her]

Peter: [before the fire, he had been the charming flirt, the playboy all the girls in town eyed and wanted in some forbidden way they didn't understand. He had that aloof charm, the mysterious intellect. It had gotten him into many beds, but none he had wanted to stay in. But here, it was almost a siren call wanting him to stay and explore, to see what would come next if he touched her there, slid a finger inside of her and let his finger rub her depths. He wanted more than just sex with Nadia, he wanted something he couldn't put a word on yet. It was just something more]

Nadia: [has always been more along the lines of take it as it comes, herself, but she's more than willing to let him take his time here, her hips lifting to meet the slip of his finger inside her and fingers digging into his shoulders]

Peter: [and he's going to tease her, smirking against her lips as he felt her body respond in different ways. His playfulness was finding its way out now] You like that?

Nadia: [she hums softly before nodding, because yes, she'd be okay with more of that. Her legs shift slightly, opening a little wider for him]

Peter: [and he will keep teasing her, one finger becoming two, pressing in deeper, knuckles rubbing back and forth over her nub for that extra stimulation]

Nadia: [her fingers tighten against his shoulder as she moans. Her head falls back towards the pillows, feeling her body slowly start to climb]

Peter: [he is going to kiss along her neck, letting her moans fill the air as he increases the pressure, wanting to bring her to her peak. To give her that pleasure as a way to show how much this meant to him. A promise it would be the first of many]

Nadia: [it doesn't take long. The applied pressure and the feel of him pressed against her is enough to do her in for now, falling over the edge with a soft sigh. As she comes down, she tips her head down to find his lips again, kissing him soft and slow]

Peter: [he smiled, kissing her back and pulling her into his arms, covering her with his body and just inhaling her scent]

Nadia: [goes where she's tugged, curling into him before letting one hand drift down his chest, slowly dropping lower to wrap around him]

Peter: [and that will give a groan from the back of his throat, his kiss stilling for a moment from unexpected touching before he deepened the kiss again as his hips moved against her hand]

Nadia: [she keeps the pressure even, her touch slow but firm. She wants to drag this out as long as she can, but she does want to slowly ease him into things until he decides to take the lead again]

Peter: [the longer it goes on, eventually he will pull his head back, pressing his forehead on her shoulder as he panted] God.

Nadia: [smirks a bit at that] You okay? [this time when she asks it's slightly more teasing than before]

Peter: [he nods] Better than I ever imagined.

Nadia: Good. [she kisses him gently, before letting one hand reach back towards the nightstand.]

Peter: [kisses her, but his eyes follow her hand and grins against her lips, and carefully helps move her up the bed a bit more letting her get more in reach of what she's looking for]

Nadia: [the drawer opens and she pulls out one of the condoms kept there, and presses it into his hand, for whenever he's ready.]

Peter: [smiles at her, taking it and kissing her a moment before pushing himself up to kneel on the bed. He looks down at her, his fingers sliding up and down her leg a moment.] You are so beautiful.

Nadia: [looks up and watches him, her hands coming to rest on his arms] You aren't so bad yourself.

Peter: [he smiled, a real one, no hint of smirk but of appreciation. He had the condom on, and moved closer between her legs before lifting her hips up to meet his. He leaned forward as he started to slide inside of her, one arm grabbing the headboard as the other cupped her cheek and he was kissing her again.]

Nadia: [kisses him back, shifting her hips to adjust to the press of him. She moves slowly, taking a moment to adjust to him there, before deepening the kiss as though that will urge him to continue]

Peter: [and he is going to take his time, letting his body learn how they would work together as one in movements, no need to rush through this.]

Nadia: [no, no need to rush at all. in fact, she often prefers taking her time with things like this, trying to drag it out for as long as she possibly can]

Peter: [he's going to adjust them, lifting her hip a bit more, giving a new angle to thrust in at. His lips played along her lips, then shoulder and jaw, slowly setting the pace and then speeding it up a hair]

Nadia: [there's a soft whine, a good whine, as he changes angles, lifting her hips to keep with the speed of his thrusts. she starts to tense around him slowly, her body starting to climb again]

Peter: [it's been years since he's done that, so he's not going to last much longer than she will. He could recover fast - benefits of werewolf recovery rates - but it was going to take him awhile to relearn that aspect of control. Which would be why his speed and strength would continue to increase, moving in time with her hips as he approached his steady climb to the peak]

Nadia: [she can feel his speed picking up, so she tries her best to match his pace, one hand wandering down between them to brush at her clit until she feels the first wave of her orgasm roll through her, pushing her over the edge]

Peter: [and he will join her as feels her tightening around him, a soft cry as he thrusts deep inside of her two or three times before he collapses against her, panting hard]

Nadia: [she sighs softly as she stretches out beneath him, her hands brushing over his back or against his sides, keeping that small amount of contact with him as she comes down. Eventually she tips her head to the side as she nuzzles his neck softly] How do you feel?

Peter: Perfect. [it's the only word that fits right to answer. His hand thread through her hair, blue eyes as bright as his smile as he cupped the back of her head to keep her close] Absolutely perfect.

Nadia: [she smiles widely at that, before leaning in to kiss him again, something slow and lazy to match the moment]

Peter: [and he is going to be happy to just kiss her, enjoying the feel of their bodies together and the warm feelings inside of him that he could feel blossoming with just her presence and affection]

Nadia: [will sink into it as well, before pulling up just enough to sleep] Still planning on staying for breakfast?

Peter: That is the plan. I don't think there's any reason to deviate from that.

Nadia: Good. [gives him one more kiss, before curling in closer, starting to drift off in his arms] See you in the morning.

Peter: [and he will keep her tucked in nice and close on the good side of his body as he lets himself drift off. And during the night, slowly the scars on his body fade just a bit - enough to be noticed, but not enough to be gone. Maybe it was Peter pulling heading from Nadia... or maybe it was just him finally moving on... but either way, they were starting to heal on their own again.]