'Okay, that was a bit jarring…I can tell that I have the ability to fully control/inhabit both mine and my clone body separately…but if I don't concentrate both bodies will move to fulfill the same actions.'
"Thank you Stiles, for making me feel beautiful, important…an-and loved." Erica murmurs so softly I almost don't hear her.
I smile at Erica while spooning a spoonful of lunch and eating. I can see the look in Erica's eyes and smile growing even more tender through my clone's eyes as she looks at me, "You should finish your food, there's only around ten or fifteen minutes left until lunch is over." I warn Erica who's eyes widen in surprise as she pulls out her phone and looks at the time.
"Crap, I won't have time for seconds." Erica curses cutely making me laugh, "I'll save the left overs for you, to eat later for dinner."
"Thank you." Erica thanks me in a cheer, before returning to her lunch and eating in a reserved but expedient pace.
"A man's Gotta, take care of what's his." I tease and love the way Erica turns bright pink.
"Do-does that mean-" Erica starts to ask whether that means we're boyfriend and girlfriend, so I cut her off so she wouldn't question or doubt what I mean by what I've said.
"Yes Erica, that means you're my girl." I reassure her further as I get up and walk over to her, grab her chin with my left hand and begin kissing her slowly, making sure it sinks into the girl's head.
Erica's hands come up, rest on my chest, slide up my shoulders and wrap around my neck, fingers sliding up through my short hair, soft moans spilling from her lips into my mouth.
Slinging my left hand around Erica's waist I pull her out of her chair, and press her body firmly against mine, before picking her up and setting her down on the table, and the timer that I set for the lunch period starts ringing.
Erica whimpers as I break the kiss and I have to rest my hands on her shoulders to keep her from chasing after my lips.
"I could always just skip class and stay here with you…my mom won't mind, she's always encouraging me to have some fun…and be like her when she was my age." Erica murmurs in a breathy voice as she struggles to catch her breath.
'Oh, this girl is too precious.'
"As enticing as that is…I don't want to be the reason for your delinquency, parents talk a good game but when their kids start pissing off they start cracking down."
"Fffiiinneee." Erica extends the complaint and releases a huff of hot air.
"Can I have…one more kiss, from my handsome boy-boyfriend, p-please?"
'How can this girl…still be so shy?' I wonder as I lean in and kiss her nose.
"There's your kiss now, get this pretty ass to class." I tease as I pull Erica off of the table and give her firm buns and light smack, which makes her yip, and startle a bit.
"No fair, I want a real kiss." Erica pouts as she reaches out with both hands and pinches the skin of my waist.
"Ow." I playfully shout and pretend like I've been hurt and betrayed, which just makes Erica devolve into a fit of giggles.
"Aww, big baby." Erica teases and a part of me misses when Erica is shy but I also like this playful side of her's.
"Mmm, I'll have to go see Mommy Reyes and have her kiss my boo-boo's better after telling her how abusive you are." I joke but Erica freezes and it's like a cold front moved in, the playful atmosphere dies completely.
"Don't joke about going to my mother, ever again...my mom is...my mom is complicated, promise me never to stay alone with her in a room ever..." Erica says to me while staring into my eyes, and I can tell that she is completely serious right now.
"Okay Erica, I won't joke about your mom again...but I don't think you need to worry so much... I'm a Grimm Erica, I doubt there's anything your mom can do to that I can't handle."
"Just trust me Stiles, I don't know how she does it... but it's like she can control men, she enchants them or something, she uses them up until they're empty husks of their former selves and then throws them away…she did it to my dad, I don't want her to do it to you." Erica murmurs as tears start to well up at the corners of her eyes, and she desperately squeezes my shirt with both hands.
"I trust you Erica, I'll keep my distance from your mother." I reassure the worried blonde and tilt my head forwards pressing my forehead against her's.
'What does this mean is Erica's mom…supernatural or is she just a typical gold digging hoe?' I wonder and once Erica seems to be thoroughly reassured she breaks the close contact.
"Walk me to class…as my boyfriend, please?" Erica asks me, while looking up into my eyes with her beautiful blues look all innocent and beautiful.
Putting on a fake, long drawn out sigh, "Fine…I guess, since it's you asking, I can put off completing GTA 5."
"Thanks for making me feel important." Erica mutters with exasperation, but she's wearing a megawatt smile as she quickly maneuvers herself, so that she can thread her right hand underneath my left arm, pulling it tight to her cleavage.
"You are important…to me." I cheekily tease Erica as I tilt my head downwards and plant a kiss on top of her head.
"I'm learning that…" Erica murmurs as she rests her head against my shoulder while I open a door from the Loft into the chem lab.
Escorting Erica to her class which is English, while my Clone heads to Phys-Ed, just as I'm about to enter the empty chem lab, I hear high heels clicking against the tile floor, 'Whoever it is, is really moving.'
"Stiles, just the loser I was looking for!" I hear Lydia's voice from behind me as I open the chem lab's door.
'Great, fake ass mean girl Lydia.'
Lydia hooks her arm underneath mine, as we enter the room she turns so that my back presses against the wall next to the door her big tits smooshed against my chest.
"So, Stiles…why is there a rumor going around that your best friend Scott isn't playing in the game on Thursday?" Lydia asks me in a sultry way using the knowledge of my predecessor's crush on her to get what she wants.
"Because, he's not." I grunt as Lydia cups my groin, with her left hand her eyes widening in surprise at my size and hardness, the heat of her hand bleeding through my sweatpants, my cock starts to react.
"Well I think he will, because you're going to convince him to play." Lydia murmurs in a way that drips with the promise of sex.
"Oh yeah, and why would I do that?"
"Because Scott brutally injured my boyfriend by ramming into him…" Lydia starts to gain some snarkiness in her voice, but quickly turns back to her sexy voice.
"Really, did you watch the same practice I did? Because Jackson brutally injured himself ramming into Scott." I grunt out as Lydia starts sliding her hand back and forth along my length.
I can see it in her eyes Lydia knows I'm right, "I don't care, because Jackson is going to play tomorrow, but he's not gonna be at his peak, and I prefer my boyfriend at peak performance." Lydia gains a bit of attitude to her voice and as my cock twitches she flinches and looks down, before continuing to say the words I prefer, my boyfriend at peak performance, while her pearly white teeth, tease her plump bottom lip, and whips her hair a little bit.
'That sounds like a, you problem…plus Jackson at his peak would be shit packing another dude's ass or getting his shit packed...'
"That's real interesting Lydia, but that's a you problem, not a me or Scott problem." I reply back to her trying to keep the huskiness out of my voice as Lydia's hand starts to quicken it's pace.
"I date the captain of the winning lacrosse team for a reason, Stiles."
'Yeah I know it's to stop yourself from being ostracized for being intelligent and beautiful.'
"And if the start off the season losing, I date the captain of the losing Lacrosse team."
'Oh you poor thing, your popularity might take a little dip.'
"I don't date loser's!" Lydia almost snarls out the last bit.
"Look Lydia, I know you think you have to pretend to be a ditzy, dumb, blonde bimbo, but I know how smart you are, and I know why you do this and it's because you crave recognition and if you can't get it for being intelligent than you'll get it for being a hot dumb slut." I say to Lydia and she looks at me like I just bitch slapped her.
"Fine, don't convince Scott to play in the game on Thursday, we'll probably win anyways, and we'll go out afterwards like we're planning…and I'll convince Erica to come along with Allison, and introduce them to all the hot guys on the team, we'll you and Scott stay home surfing the net for porn jerking each other off." Lydia threatens and a flash of rage runs through me. How dare she threaten my relationship with Erica.
A snarl tears from my throat and I reach up with both hands, and wrap my fingers around Lydia's throat, switching our positions so that Lydia is the one pressed up against the wall.
"Erica is mine." My voice comes out soft, but filled with danger and threat, Lydia's whole body trembles as her hands uselessly claw at my hands and wrists.
"And Lydia, since you want to come in here and try to use your sex appeal to get me to manipulate my brother, your status to get my girlfriend to betray me, it's only right I give you something in return." My voice stays low and dangerous while I reach for the dial of pleasure and pain but, I want more. I want a real curse, not just a fancy toy for sex or interrogation.
"St-Sti-iles, I -ca-can't bre-breath." Lydia gasps through small breaths, "From now on until I remove it I curse you to only feel pain when you try to be intimate with anyone, but yourself, you only feel pleasure when you think about me in a positive way, if you try to tell anyone about the curse or harm me or those I care about you will feel pain so intense you'll wish you were dead, when you pleasure yourself thinking about me you will experience the greatest most intense orgasms ever." I growl and watch as black thorned vines like tattoos creep up the skin of Lydia's neck.
Lydia makes a pathetic sound as her face turns blue, I heal any damage I have caused to her throat and wind pipe, before letting go of her neck Lydia drops to her knees, coughing and gasping for air.
Grabbing a fistful of Lydia's strawberry blonde hair with my right hand as my left goes to my sweats to free my cock, 'I'm going to teach this bitch a lesson about getting a guy fired up that she'll never forget.' When my own thoughts actually sink into my head I freeze, and stop what I'm doing with my left hand.
'Am I…was I really about to rape Erica's throat?' I ask myself and release my fistful of her hair.
"Get lost before I decide to fuck your throat, bitch." I grunt feeling disgusted with myself, Lydia struggles to stand up but manages to somewhat get to her feet and barely makes it out of the chem lab, while I open a door to the Loft and walk inside.
"Grandma would be so disappointed in you right now." I grunt as I slam the door shut behind me walk to the pantry and grab out a bottle of Jack Daniels, twisting the cap off, raising the bottle to my lips I start chugging down the whiskey like it's water.
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