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Beauty & The Beast: An Advanced Mature Werewolf Role Play (18+)

"I don't wish to keep your father waiting."

She kept saying that. His father was probably in the car praying an Akathist for all he cared... Although, to be honest, he really wanted to get out the bookstore, too.

Aleksandr glanced over at her employees and grabbed hold of the wheelchair's handles in order to push it towards the door. As he wheeled Sylvia through the bookstore he tried to avoid eye contact with her employees. When he reached the door, he carefully opened it, hearing the bell chime, "Are you ready?" he asked.

The weather outside crackled. Aleksandr could feel the chilly air trying to get into the bookstore. Without waiting for Sylvia's reply he turned the wheelchair and raced it down the pathway to the car. When he reached the car, he opened the passenger door and quickly picked Sylvia up and placed her into the passenger seat, shutting the door rather abruptly.

He turned to face the wheelchair and folded it. He picked it up and hurriedly put it in the boot of the Toyota. He swung around the car and slid into the backseat, soak and wet. He let out a small breath, feeling successful.

Father Seraphim was about to make a comment such as, "Well, that took long enough," but he refrained. It would not be a wise comment. Instead, he opted for a question with a more obvious answer, "Did you get everything that you needed?" He looked at Sylvia, a warm smile on his face. @Arista

Beauty & The Beast: An Advanced Mature Werewolf Role Play (18+)

Aleksandr stood up from the seat and walked over to the bathroom, once more. Sylvia was sitting atop the toilet ready to be picked up, "I think it might work best if I bring you down stairs and come back for your duffle bag and laptop," he made a jovial smile, "I can only carry so much," his smile turned a bit sheepish. He did not want to accidentally trip down the stairs, "Maybe, that'll give you more time with your..." he paused, trying to force it out of him, "Friends," he nodded, slightly congratulating himself for not butchering the line too much. He went and scooped her up from the toilet and walked out of the bathroom and towards the front door of the house.

He opened the front door carefully and began walking down the stairs, not bothering to close the front door--he would deal with that his second time around, along with the lights. When he got to the bottom of the stairs he placed her back into the wheelchair, "Alright, I'm going to go get your duffle bag and laptop. I'll be right back," he assured her. He jogged up the stairs and went through the front door. A smile combing his lips as he entered, feeling the atmosphere entrap him, again. He slowed his pace and went to her bedroom where her duffle bag and laptop were. He looked around her room once, feeling the presence of being out of place. He shook the feeling and grabbed the laptop and duffle bag. Before leaving the bedroom he turned the lights off and went quickly into the bathroom to do the same.

He let out a sigh as he reached the front door, turning the light switch off. He closed the door behind him and jogged back down the stairs, "You should hold these in your lap," he handed Sylvia the laptop and duffle bag, "It's raining outside. I don't know if there is a way to shield your laptop?" He cleared his throat kindly, feeling his brain being able to concentrate, again. @Arista

Beauty & The Beast: An Advanced Mature Werewolf Role Play (18+)

Aleksandr got next to her and picked her back up, holding her closely to his body. He bit his lip lower lip gently, just now realizing the thinness of the hospital gown she was wearing. He had been so excited to pick her up in the first place... His heart fluttered a bit, followed by an immenseness of guilt flushing over him. He carried her out of her bedroom swiftly and into the bathroom, "I'll wait in the living room for you..." He put her down carefully in front of the sink. He let out a small breath and exited the bathroom to give her some privacy.

He glanced at her bedroom door as he exited the bathroom and made his way to the living room to sit back down. His elbows rested on his knees as he tried to shake the fuzziness from his mind. His fingers began to play with each other as he waited for Sylvia to get the things she needed from the bathroom. He closed his eyes and let out another deep breath. Living with her was not going to be as easy as he had thought. His thoughts began to wander into different directions--all the things that could possibly go wrong with her living under their roof.

Who would do her laundry? I could do her laundry, no... He thought of her intimate garments, shaking the thought from his mind. He could not imagine his father doing her laundry; although, his father was probably a better candidate than him. He sat back in the seat and looked over at the bathroom and then down at his lap. Her scent was like some drug, and he wasn't sure he was okay with it. @Arista

Beauty & The Beast: An Advanced Mature Werewolf Role Play (18+)

"Now I just need a hoodie...I'm done Aleksandr. I just need a few more items from the bathroom before we can go."

Aleksandr unfolded his arms and stood up. He drew in a deep breath before making his way to her bedroom, again, "Okay," he paused, not sure what to say further, "Are you ready for me to pick you up, again?" He tried to ask jokingly, a half smile was nervously worn on his lips as he took several slow steps closer to her. He wasn't sure what he was doing at this point, but he really wanted to be nearer to her. He felt like a lost puppy who finally found his owner, but he didn't exactly like the submissive feeling. He found it degrading, but denying Sylvia did not feel right either. His mind was beginning to divide and argue with itself.

Whatever the feeling was, he wanted to remove himself from her home. It made him feel dirty, and as much as he liked it--the purpose and reason that Sylvia had suddenly given him, he couldn't help but deny it. He didn't deserve it.@Arista

Beauty & The Beast: An Advanced Mature Werewolf Role Play (18+)

Aleksandr could feel her relaxing in his arms as the lights turned on. He looked around the room trying not to blush; however, the more he looked around the room the closer he felt to Sylvia. Even when he looked down, there she was, right in his arms. He made a half smile, albeit, confused. When she elbowed him, he moved her further into the room, cautiously.

"If you'd like, I can gather my clothes while you grab something to eat from the fridge? I imagine hospital food tastes disgusting, I wouldn't know since I didn't eat."

Alekandr looked down at Sylvia. He wasn't particularly hungry--he wasn't sure when he ever was, if he was honest with himself, "Ummm... yeah," he nodded, moving her towards the bed to put her down. He placed her on the bed softly. He had never really been in the room of the opposite sex before, nor had he placed a female on a bed. His mind was literally going crazy. He wanted to do everything for Sylvia, and do everything she asked of him. He was not sure how or why, so he decided to get something to eat from her refrigerator because that is what she told him to do (even if he was not hungry). As he walked out of the room, he turned to Sylvia, "If you need anything... just... let me know," he walked out of the room and towards the kitchen, cupping his hands over the lower part of his face--trying to concentrate.

He stood in front of the refrigerator for a moment before opening it. Fuck! Fuck! fuck! He wanted to scream, but if he tried, he couldn't. He opened the refrigerator begrudgingly and stared at the food inside of it. He really was not hungry. If anything, looking at the food was making him nauseous. He closed the refrigerator and walked over to the living room and sat down, while he waited for her. He wiped his right hand over his face, and let an exasperated breath escape his lips. Lord Jesus Christ, Son of God, Kill me a Sinner. @Arista

Beauty & The Beast: An Advanced Mature Werewolf Role Play (18+)

"Thank you..." he made a perplexed face at Sylvia, confused as to how she could have turned the lights on so easily. As his eyes adjusted to the light, a sudden awareness of her scent was astonishing. It was everywhere. He found himself in a pleasant daze.

"Alright, that door on the right is my room, the one on the left by the kitchen is the bathroom. Shall we?"

"Yeah..." he whispered, trying to shake himself from the daze, but it was hard. His heart had stopped pounding so quickly, and his body was relaxing. He looked around curiously before heading to the door on the right. What the fuck is wrong with me? He wanted to be angry at himself for feeling so aloof, but he kind of enjoyed the calmness of it all. As he walked over to her room, an unconscious smile had sketched itself over his lips.

With the same maneuver he used to open the front door, he opened the bedroom door. He made a soft moan in his throat when the door opened and he stepped inside the room. He closed his eyes, feeling a slight twitch in his right hand, "I... ummm..." he stammered a bit, "Could you get the lights?" He wanted to get out of her house. The atmosphere was getting to his head in an uncontrollable manner. He couldn't describe it. It just felt so good. @Arista

Beauty & The Beast: An Advanced Mature Werewolf Role Play (18+)

Aleksandr watched as Sylvia's face turned and her fingers curled into her arms. He was about to say something in regards to her mood shift and how she shouldn't do that to herself, but stopped himself, "Okay," he said as she gave him a stiff nod and reached out her hands. He scooped her up from her wheelchair. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest--not from the weight but from sheer nervousness. He bit his lower lip gently and made his way up the stairs.

When he got to the door of her house, he shifted his weight, turned the handle carefully, and used his body to nudge the door open. He made a slight grunt in doing so. It was not the easiest task, but he had managed. As he stepped inside, he slightly moved his arms to get a better grasp on Sylvia. He looked around for a light, "Where's the light switch?" he finally asked Sylvia. His heart was still pounding quickly, which was making him a tad more agitated.

He was starting to feel uncomfortably comfortable with her in his arms, and this bothered him. He was never too fond of his body. It never really responded well to what he wanted it to do. To make matters worse, it was responding horribly in front of a girl that he kind of liked or didn’t want to like or shouldn't like or wasn't sure if he liked or whatever. He didn’t care at this point; he just wanted to find the fucking light switch. @Arista

Beauty & The Beast: An Advanced Mature Werewolf Role Play (18+)

A wave of relief fell over Aleksandr when Sylvia replied. He felt a little embarrassed to have alerted the other three, but in all, he was worried. He wiped his hand over his face as he stood up and let out a deep sigh.

"It's improper to keep a lady waiting, good sir. We don't have much time," Sylvia spoke in her mock-British accent as a smirk curled on her lips.

Aleksandr stared down at Sylvia, not particularly wanting to play along with her after seeing her friends and other such things. He relaxed his body and looked up the stairs, "I ummm... I can carry you up the stairs, I suppose?" He felt badly for not playing along. He wasn't sure why he had even opened up to her in the first place. It had been a bad idea. It was a mistake. His father knew it was a mistake, "You're not heavy. So, it won't be a big deal or anything," his eyes turned their attention back to Sylvia, studying her. A small involuntary smile flickered on his lips and quickly disappeared nervously. He did not want to be excited to pick her up, anymore, but he was. He stood back, taking in a deep breath, "Tell me when you're ready so I don't hurt you." @Arista

Beauty & The Beast: An Advanced Mature Werewolf Role Play (18+)

Aleksandr touched Sylvia's shoulder, "I can--," he paused, realizing something wasn't right. “Are… you okay?” he glanced at the three persons behind him and then back at Sylvia. Her eyes were shut tightly. He turned the wheelchair around and moved it from the stairs and door. Squatting down in front of her, he tilted his head to the side a bit and in a soft and curious tone he spoke her name, “Sylv?” He made the motion with his hand to grasp hers, but he refrained and put his hand back in front of him.

Teeth sank into her plush skin, piercing through it like dough. His mouth swung her body around like a rag doll, snarling and drooling saliva and blood from his half closed mouth. His nose crinkled while crunching into the bones like twigs, feeling them snap between his jaws. The victim’s shrieks were magnificent, but suddenly died. The monster quit twisting his large head and torso around and flopped the body onto the filthy, blood stricken, concrete ground. His large shadow towered over the corpse before tearing into its limbs, ripping them off and chewing them whole. While tilting his head upwards, he swallowed. His claws shredded the insides of the dead victim, and his nose dug into the guts of the unrecognizable corpse. His teeth were gnawing as drool continued salivating from his hungry mouth. He wanted more. He wanted all of it.

Aleksandr shook his head and turned to the three, “I don’t think she’s okay, guys,” his eyes piercing at them. @Arista

Beauty & The Beast: An Advanced Mature Werewolf Role Play (18+)

When the two got inside the bookstore, Aleksandr ran his hand through his thick hair, feeling the rain water. Aleksandr took a step back from the wheelchair when Sylvia was bombarded by her comrades or... friends. He looked quickly around the bookstore to distract himself, eyeing the books, as each person made their exclamation to Sylvia. Aleksandr was a bit of a lone wolf, and he tended to prefer it that way. However, he kind of liked Sylvia, but seeing her with her friends was a bit painful--all he had was his father. He supposed it was a good support group for her. He was a bit jealous, though, and the truth was, this living arrangement was only temporary. He shouldn't get used to it. She would be out of his life before he knew it, which was probably for the best, anyways.

"Okay, so I know I have a lot explaining to do but let me grab a few things before I get into that."

Aleksandr looked down at Sylvia. She pointed to the left. He turned his head and saw a door hidden by a small bookshelf. He glanced at the three, making a hesitant, closed lip smile--his best attempt to seem somewhat friendly--and turned the wheelchair before pushing it towards the hidden door. He said nothing as he did it. @Arista