[She doesn't get to run for long before footsteps in the brush, just as careless and wild, can be heard behind her, and gaining.
Within a few moments, strong arms are snatching her around the waist, swinging her up and back against a bare, broad chest right before a familiar, stubbly beard is scraping against her cheek and neck as Derek scents her.]
Give it up, Argent--and by it, I mean my clothes. [With a grin, he nips at her earlobe.] Then we can negotiate the, uh...terms of your surrender.
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Within a few moments, strong arms are snatching her around the waist, swinging her up and back against a bare, broad chest right before a familiar, stubbly beard is scraping against her cheek and neck as Derek scents her.]
Give it up, Argent--and by it, I mean my clothes. [With a grin, he nips at her earlobe.] Then we can negotiate the, uh...terms of your surrender.