let's cheers to this (jeremiah<33)

[RYLAND CELIA MCKINLEY]

so when you have today

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Ryland had never been so afraid in her life. She had been faced with some fucked up things, but when it came to emotions everything with Jeremiah was new and it was scaring the hell out of her. Ryland had tried to hard to deny him and her feelings for him. He had gotten under her skin and burrowed around like a tick. Ryland felt like her hard to get role would work on him. Jeremiah saw past it like it was clear glass. Somehow they had gotten into whatever routine they got on. She assumed it was a relationship because it was the closest it could be. Ryland didn't want to like him, but it was extremely hard to avoid it. She had never done anything more difficult in her life. Ryland was used to ignoring her emotions and acting as if she didn't have them, when in reality she just didn't want to deal with them or let herself get attached to someone.

She felt extremely insecure around Jere because she was afraid she was being too clingy or irritating. Jeremiah seemed indifferent most of the time, like she wasn't even there and the other half he was completely engrossed in her and made her feel beautiful. He confused the fuck out of her and it was a complete change. It was like the roles had been switched on her. Now she understand why men kept wanting to talk to her even though she was a complete dick half the time and pretended not to care. It was extremely sexy and Ryland almost found herself addicted to Jeremiah's personality. He was so closed off and he had so much to him that he wasn't sharing and she wanted to know it all. Ryland wanted to know every little detail around him.

It was hot and cold with those two all the time. They had a confusing relationship she didn't really understand. Ryland remembered the first time they had gone out with each other as a "couple" where she finally admitted the feelings she had to him for herself and she had never felt so possessive over one person in her life. It was almost as he had gone out of his way to flirt with every girl they encountered and she nearly drove herself mad with rage. Ryland wanted to break every girl's face who even looked at him. He was a rare piece of magnificence and she was constantly afraid he'd get bored and leave. Ryland was finally getting a taste of her own medicine of what she did to other people and it was painful. She had never been mind fucked so much in her life.

No part of their relationship had to be healthy, but it was intoxicating. Ryland remembered when she wanted nothing more to fuck him senselessly, but even if they were labeled as "together", she hadn't gotten much out of him. Every time they got close, he would just reject her. She wasn't sure if he was doing this so he would have control over her or what, but it was fucking with her confidence. Ryland never got rejected and instead of getting pissed off at him she had done the opposite and had to stop herself from crying a few times. She would keep her poker face on and act pissed off, but yet again he would see through that. He drove her crazy.

Ryland wasn't even sure if she wanted to leave the house that night. Jeremiah had invited her out to go see a band play at some new place. It was supposed to be fun and she could never say no to that. Hopefully she could pull herself together and act normal for a second around him. He was picking away her tough facade little by little and she had no idea how to make him stop and she wasn't sure if she wanted him to. Ryland snapped out of her cluttered thoughts to pull on her shoes. He had wanted her to meet him there and she didn't mind since it was a walking distance away for both of them. She hadn't seen him in a few days anyways, even if they did live literally next door. Ryland stood up from her seat on the coach and walked over to the full length mirror that was sitting against the wall.

She adjusted her outfit, unsure of whatever to wear. Ryland felt like a fucking little girl. She had already changed her outfit three times. She did a small twirl to check out her butt. Ryland did a dramatic sigh, pushing her hair out of her eyes, and shrugged. She would just have to deal with what she was wearing. Ryland wanted to look sexy, but no matter what she put on she felt like it wasn't good enough and usually she would feel sexy being literally naked. Now she didn't really know how feel. She pulled on her leather jacket and the keys to her apartment and ventured out the door.

A bit later she found herself at the building and pulled out a cigarette to calm her nerves. Ryland cupped her hand as she fidgeted with her lighter. Finally she got the cigarette lit and brought it up to her lips and took a long drag from it. Ryland smoked half of the cigarette before throwing it on the ground after the line had died down. Her eyes searched the medium crowd of people and jumped when she felt a hand grab her arm and pull her. Ryland looked up to see Jeremiah and her face lit up with joy,"Jesus! You scared the shit outta me," She felt her face turned a light shade of red as she said that. Who was she even being? What the actual hell? Ryland wanted to kick herself in the face, but that obviously wasn't humanly possible.

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[JEREMIAH XAVIER WINCHESTER]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, width: 420px; padding: 0px; border-top: 20px solid #000000;][bg=ffffff] [style=background-color: maroon;position: relative; padding: 2px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 19px; color: #000000; text-align: center; letter-spacing: -2px; opacity: 0.8]love's not for taking chances Jeremiah had never in a million years thought that he could actually like someone, let alone the person he was being paid to kill. Honestly it seemed like the kind of thing to be in a movie or something, but it was real life—his life, and in fact, he didn’t like it at all. He felt like he was the biggest asshole in the world for what he was doing to Ryland, but there was nothing he could do about it. He wasn’t being paid to like someone and make them happy, he was being paid to get someone to like him and then kill them. To him it was a kind of fucked up situation, but the money was too damn good to say no to. Jeremiah also had never had a job of killing a woman before and he wanted the challenge. Obviously the situation’s outcome was a lot different that he expected. But he was willing to keep playing the game. He was slowly becoming more engrossed in Ryland. She always surprised him, not only with her actions and her words, but also her thoughts. She still didn’t know that he was immortal and that he could read her thoughts. He didn’t want her to ever find out, either because then she would block out her thoughts from him and then he wouldn’t know her truest thoughts, some of which were about him. He loved to listen to her think. She was always cussing and going on about one thing or another, but his most favorite thoughts were the ones about him. Jeremiah was a humble man, but when Ryland started thinking about him, his ego boosted a lot. She was always thinking something good about his character or something and then would immediately go to something terrible about him like he was a dick. He liked that. Jeremiah had been her in male form, except he knew exactly what he was doing to her. he had played every trick in the book and she had no idea. He loved that he was able to manipulate her into being possessive over and crazy about him. Jeremiah had never had someone feel that way about him before and to tell the truth, it was nice. Though he never had any true feelings before, whenever he was with Ryland he always felt like something else was there. He had never felt so alive around someone before. He had tried to fight it off, but every time he would, it would come back at an even stronger force. Eventually he decided to just let it be and let himself feel something for her. Jeremiah couldn’t say that he loved her because he had never loved anything in his life other than his parents. It was impossible for him to feel love towards another living thing. All Jeremiah felt, if anything other than hate, rage, or indifference, was lust. Jesus Christ did he feel lust towards Ryland. She was incredibly sexy; when she woke up and had bed head and no makeup on, when she dressed up especially for him (though he wasn’t supposed to notice), when she wore sweat pants and a t-shirt, hell when she was naked. He wanted her so badly he ached. But he couldn’t sleep with her. so he slept with other women instead. They were just random nobodies that Ryland would never find out about. Still, he wanted her. Jeremiah stopped going over to her place and stopped seeing her for a few days. He needed a break from her. He needed to clear his head. If he didn’t, he might have done something stupid or reckless. So he took a little road trip, got his friend Noah to come to Manuka to help him with this whole situation and possibly give him advice on the whole thing, and then came back. He called Ryland and asked her to go to a little show with him since he figured she’d miss him by now. When he got to the place, he walked in and got a booth near the front so they could easily see the band. He ordered a drink while he waited for her to arrive. People started crowding around the stage and he waved over at a waiter. Instead of holding onto the booth, he stood and walked towards the entrance to the place. She’d never be able to see him up there with these people and he was tall enough to be able to see them play anyways, though he doubted he’d actually be watching them very much. If the booth was still empty, he’d just go get it back. When he saw Ryland walk in he immediately noticed her. She had these really tight jeans on and one of her incredibly sexy leather jackets. Jeremiah called for her but she didn’t hear him so he walked up to her and grabbed her and pulled her towards him. When she jumped, he smiled slightly and looked down at her. “I yelled out your name and you didn’t hear me, sorry,” he said in a monotone voice. He leaned down and brushed a kiss over her lips. “I got you a drink.” Jeremiah handed her the beer after opening it and wrapped his arm around her waist. “Do you want to sit or stand?” he asked noticing that the booth was, in fact, still empty. [/style] WORDS - plenty - NOTES - VSKFVNSDFKJVNSDF - TAG - FUCKINWIFE [/style]

table credited to madame marianna @ caution 2.0

[RYLAND CELIA MCKINLEY]

so when you have today

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Butterflies were fluttering around lightly in her stomach as she watched Jeremiah smile down at her. Ryland wanted to make the butterflies go away because they were almost making her nauseous. She had never felt so unsure of herself in her life. Ryland wasn't sure what to do or what to say without making herself look like a huge dick. She couldn't go to usual bitchiness which she always used whenever she felt something similar to this, but she couldn't bring it in herself to be rude to him anymore. Ryland had given awhile ago with the act of being a bitch. She had hidden behind that act so long she wasn't even sure who she even was and what she stood for. He had stripped every piece from her now she felt naked.

He was all Ryland could think about and she was sure Kenna was getting pissed off at her for talking about him so much. She had literally nothing going on in her life before him. Ryland was just studying a major in school she felt no desire to make into a career and drinking so much until she blacked out. It was like she was a different person now and even Beth pointed that out. Ryland acting a lot more calm. She still had her bite to her though because she found herself snapped at others. The last time she had actually been a straight up bitch was when she was at the club with Spencer. Ryland couldn't believe she had been so stupid not to realize what he was doing. She had been scared for her life until Jere had showed up. Ryland knew from then that she could trust him. She had no idea how he knew she was there and that she was in trouble, but she chose not to ask. Ryland would rather not know because she was afraid she wouldn't like the answer.

Ryland knew her lifestyle had been unhealthy now that she was so absorbed in Jeremiah. As soon as he was gone she felt lost and alone. She knew she would get clingy as fuck and it was pissing her off that she had let herself get that way that quick. Ryland needed to find something else fun to do in her leisure time. Whenever she was with Kenna she was being her usual alcoholic self and when she was with Beth she was attempting to train. Ryland usually would start to take what they were doing seriously then she would give up because she started to get tired. It had been two or three years since since anything suspicious popped up involving her aunt. The Radicals thing had nothing to do with it, even though that opened her eyes to the fact that she really was lacking in the hunter department. She had been in Manuka for two years and her aunt hadn't found her yet or struck at her, so Ryland felt like maybe she could stay in Maine for the remainder of how long her life would be.

She didn't like feeling weak so she would probably start taking training more seriously or actually stop being a hunter altogether. Ryland probably killed maybe six supernaturals in all purposely and actually got it right. She had done it and it was messy, but it had been done. Ryland hadn't just been getting help from Beth. Jackson had been helping her a bit whenever Beth didn't feel like dealing with her. Ryland wanted to be taken seriously for once. She would probably have to stop being so lazy to actually do that. Ryland did want to be prepared just in case her aunt was still planning. Her aunt's brain may be fried from all the drugs, but she wasn't stupid and she knew what she was doing.

Ryland leaned into the quick kiss Jeremiah gave her and thanked him when he handed her the beer. With no hesitation she took a few sips. Ryland raised her eyebrows in question when he asked her where she wanted to go. She shrugged,"I guess we can sit." Jeremiah began to move her toward an empty booth. Ryland sat down next to him. There was a Manuka band opening up for some band that came all the way from California. Ryland didn't really follow music too much. She pulled off her jacket and put it under her, so she was sitting on top f it. Ryland took another sip from the beer and reached over to intertwine their hands together. She watched silently while they began to set up the drugs and backdrop on stage. They had some random music playing through the speaker while everyone waited.

Ryland squeezed Jeremiah's hand gently and looked over at him with a sweet expression. She was going to try and inconspicuously ask him where he had been, but she wasn't really sure how to do that. Eh, she might as well be as blunt as she could be to get a good answer out of him."Where were you for the past few days? I thought you fucking died." She laughed, taking a few more sips from the can and looking up as someone began to do a sound check on the mic."Or that you were just being an asshole and ignoring me. I'm hoping it wasn't the second one or I'll kick your ass." Ryland said teasingly, nipping at his jaw playfully. She kept her face slightly close to his as she waited for his answer. Ryland was expected him to come up with some clever ass comment that would only confuse her more. He always did shit like that and she wasn't sure if she loved it or hated it.

It was hard to hide the fact that she had missed him pretty bad those last few days. Ryland had been a complete dork and stayed up every night in her fuzzy pajamas and watched the Walking Dead marathon and started watching a show called Supernatural. Before she barely even spent time looking at her tv, but she had grown so bored it had resulted in that. Ryland felt it was nice to have time to herself, even though she felt like a complete weirdo crying over fictional characters while she chowed down on some junk food. Ryland felt she really needed to rethink her life choices.

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[JEREMIAH XAVIER WINCHESTER]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, width: 420px; padding: 0px; border-top: 20px solid #000000;][bg=ffffff] [style=background-color: maroon;position: relative; padding: 2px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 19px; color: #000000; text-align: center; letter-spacing: -2px; opacity: 0.8]love's not for taking chances He found himself smiling when she thought of shooing away the butterflies he seemed to give her. he wasn’t sure as to why that made him smile, but he felt like an idiot. Jeremiah kept his smile though he wanted to scowl at himself and quit looking like such a goddammed pussy. He listened in to her thoughts so that he could find something to piss him off, but everything she thought was normal Ryland. Instead he quickly invaded the minds of those around him. One person was undressing a girl right then and there. It wasn’t until he thought of what she had been wearing did he realize they were thinking of Ryland. He got this sudden fiery rage inside of him that he hadn’t known to consume. Jeremiah looked for the pervert and found him sitting at the bar a few stools to the left. He shot the man a glare that made him instantly look away from his girl and move onto another. Well, now that that was over and done with, he not only felt like a pussy, but one with an irrational jealousy issue that shouldn’t be there. God, he was an idiot. He realized now that being away from Ryland was probably the dumbest thing he could have ever done because he now realized how empty his days without her had been. He sighed inwardly and decided that tonight he wasn’t going to worry about anything relating to work. Instead, he needed to focus his energy on making Ryland happy. If he was going to keep her in love with him then that was exactly what he needed to do. So he put his arm around her waist after kissing her hello and giving her a drink. He was glad that she wanted to sit because then he wouldn’t have to stand back here with the asshole that was once again thinking of undressing Ryland. When they were at the booth, he let her sit by the wall and scooted in next to her. Instantly his hand went to her right knee. She took his hand and laced their fingers together and Jeremiah smiled at her. Something in his chest seemed to make his heart jump and he looked to the stage. What the actual fuck was going on? Jeremiah didn’t understand how this could be happening. He licked his lips and took a huge gulp of beer. If he didn’t know any better, he’d say that he was having actual feelings towards Ryland right now. But that was impossible, right? Jeremiah didn’t posses the ability to have feelings any longer. He had been apathetic to everything since before he could remember. All of this was overwhelming and he needed something to reassure him that he was still indifferent to Ryland and whatever happened to her. He needed to confirm that he still had the ability to kill her, which he would do even if he somehow did manage to have some kind of feeling towards her. He had to. Jeremiah found himself listening to Ryland’s thoughts with half an ear while trying to listen to the music playing while they waited for the band to be done setting up and sound checking. So he knew that she was going to ask him about where he had been. He should have known. But there was nothing to tell her. she couldn’t know where he was and she’d never find out. Jeremiah replied, “I almost did a few times,” before looking down at her with an honest expression. Jeremiah moved hand from hers to rest on her leg again. “No, I just had something to take care of. Nothing you need to worry about.” It was true, but Jeremiah wasn’t known for telling the whole truth on anything. Ryland knew that. If she asked more about it he’d just make up a believable story and act as though he were doing something completely innocent and not at all suspicious. Jeremiah was good at things like that so he didn’t see anything wrong with the plan. Besides, Ryland trusted him enough to believe him. He kissed her reassuringly, letting it linger for a little while. He broke the kiss suddenly and finished off his drink and waved at one of the cocktail waitresses for another two. By the time she got back Ry would probably be done with hers too. “So what’d you do while I was gone anyway?” he asked finding himself actually interested. “Other than think about me I mean.” A smile tugged at the corner of his lips. Before he could get an answer out of her, the blonde woman with huge bewbs set down two bottles of beer in front of them. “We’re out of cans, sorry,” she said and smiled when Jeremiah looked up at her. She put the tray under her chest and kept her eyes on him, completely ignoring Ryland and the fact that they were obviously together. “Can I get you anything else?” she asked, gleaming, and licked her lips. Jeremiah grinned up at the girl, who he noticed was a faerie, and shook his head. “I think we’re alright thanks.” He tightened his hand on Ryland’s leg and moved it up to her thigh. He could almost feel her hatred towards the blonde already and all she had done was offer for something else. She finally looked at Ryland and her smile faded quickly. “Suit yourself,” she said and bounced a little as she shrugged and walked away. Jeremiah watched Ryland from the corner of his eye to see what she would do. He always liked it when she got all jealous and annoyed with other girls that hadn’t really done anything wrong anyway. He took a sip from his beer when the drummer started to beat on his drums, making sure that everything was tuned up to perfection. 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table credited to madame marianna @ caution 2.0

[RYLAND CELIA MCKINLEY]

so when you have today

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It was like Ryland was being exposed to a whole new world of emotions. Before she shut out any type of feelings that only confused her. Now she felt like one big ball of confusion and she knew why she had did that in the past. Ryland liked being in control of things. She never had much control of her emotions, but now it was far worse. Ryland felt like now that she was finally letting herself explore these emotions she oddly wanted more of it. Was that what love felt like? There was no way she was in love with Jeremiah just yet, but she was pretty sure they were getting to that point. Her instincts were telling her to run away before he got the chance to. She felt like Jere was worth the risk of getting hurt. If he left her she wasn't sure what she would do. He had exposed her to so much and in a way changed her. Ryland felt like she was starting to find herself.

She didn't want to let a man define who she was. Ryland knew as soon as Jeremiah would give her that one small drop of attention she would cling to him like a baby monkey to its mother. She had to take some time away from him sometimes to clear her head because it felt as if she were under a spell when she was with him. Beth didn't like Jeremiah much and had warned her to watch her back. Ryland tried her best to keep her guard up around him, but he was such a wonderful distraction that she felt like she could let that guard down whenever she was with him. She felt like her mind was on repeat when she was thinking about Jeremiah. Ryland wanted to punch herself in the face or run off to escape from these overwhelming feelings she had for him. She would need to find something to channel her thoughts to something else other than her boyfriend.

Ryland wasn't even sure if what she was feeling was normal because all the people she surrounded herself with weren't relationship types. Beth had a love interest before who she was still very pissed off for disappearing so she felt it was none of her business to ask. Ryland never pried into other peoples lives because she didn't want them to know a thing about her. She had accidentally revealed a few things to Jere when they were just sitting together. Ryland had kept all those burdens on her shoulders and to keep all that locked inside was painful. Even the very vague fact she gave him made her feel like she had lifted a large weight off of her shoulders. Ryland was afraid she would find herself opening up to Jeremiah and he would turn it all around on her and judge her or worse than that leave her. She never let herself get attached to people because that was all that happened to her.

She snapped out of her thoughts and studied all of the people around them. The girls in their skimpy little outfits were what caught her attention. Why didn't Jeremiah go off to those girls? Why did he pick her? Ryland followed Jeremiah's gaze to make sure he wasn't looking at those girls, but it was on a man who had his hungry eyes on her. She watched as he quickly looked away when Jere made eye contact with him. Ryland smiled softly to herself. For some reason, when a guy got jealous it was the sexiest thing in the world. She felt her blue eyes go back over to the girls with their asses nearly hanging out and found herself wondering again why he didn't even take a second glance at them. Ryland was standing next to him with her body completely covered and yet he watched her with the same seductive, lustful eyes as he always did.

Ryland felt like she still had her charm, but why wouldn't he have sex with her? He wasn't the sentimental type, so she didn't know what he was waiting for and he saw how he watched her sometimes. Ryland wasn't sure how long she could take it before he completely made her break down. He wasn't supposed to make her feel ugly, but sometimes he really did. Ryland was always so nice to him and he treated her horribly and the bad thing was that she took it. Yet, if someone asked what kind of boyfriend Jeremiah was she would have nothing, but good to say. He truly was a mindfuck. Ryland had tried very hard a second before to get her mind off of him and her thoughts had bounced right on back to him.

She let out a laugh, but felt her smile fall slightly at his serious expression. Ryland tried her best to keep her own rule applied about not prying into his life. She was just so curious about what he did when they weren't together. Ryland looked at him with a slightly worried expression, but nodded."Okay, I guess. Even though I hate when you keep shit from me. How do I know you're not some secret serial killer or a drug dealer or something?" She teased him a bit, her smiling slowly coming back. Ryland usually didn't like to keep poking at him for more information because she was afraid that would drive him away. He always seemed to know how to put her in her place and tell her what was her business and for some reason Ryland let him do it. Ryland had no idea why either.

As he broke the kiss she watched him with a small smile on her face, but snapped out of it as he called over the cocktail waitress. Ryland quickly darted her eyes away when she realized she was staring at him when he turned to look over at her. She felt her face grow very hot, but she met eyes again with him at his cocky with comment. Ryland sneered playfully at him, but she looked up to see a blond waitress approaching the table. Ryland saw the look on her face before she even stopped in front of them. She felt her blood begin to boil instantly. Ryland gripped at the cushion of the booth roughly to keep from upper cutting the bitch. She felt Jeremiah's grip on her leg tighten slightly and move up, to either tell her to keep her mouth shut or distract her. Which either one it was, it was not helping. Her blue eyes stayed glued with the blond bitch with implants until she left. Ryland wasn't even paying attention what they were saying because her blood was boiling with anger. It was like she was seeing red. Did the motherfucker not see her there? When the blonde finally did notice Ryland her smile dropped instantly. The hunter was trying to her best to bite her tongue and not make a scene. Finally when she left could she relax a bit.

Ryland took a few breathes and looked directly at Jeremiah shaking her head. She moved her thigh out of his grasp and pulled off her jacket. Ryland crossed her arms over her chest, her eyes still on her boyfriend. She didn't care if she was overreacting, but she needed someone to take her anger out on."You're lucky I'm feeling generous or I would have fucked her up." Ryland felt hands shaking in anger."Can I get you anything else? No, bitch you can't, but how about my foot up your ass? " She took another deep breath before laughing. If anyone were to see her they would think she was crazy going off rambling like that. Ryland leaned more into Jeremiah, trying her best to calm herself down. She snatched the bottle off of the table and gulped down a large portion of it before slamming it down. Ryland sat up again and looked over at Jeremiah.

"Anyways, before we were rudely interupted my weekend was fucking awesome." She said aggressively, but felt herself bursting into a real smile.."But you know, I did the usual, pimping and stripping. I mean it puts money on the table." Ryland said with heavy sarcasm, before kissing him quickly. She took a few more sips of her beer before setting it back down again. Ryland's eyes glanced up again to see they were almost done with sound check. She put her hand on Jeremiah's thigh and slowly ran her hand up. Ryland brought her lips close to his ear, smiling,"You owe me tonight for making me hold back on that girl. Alright?" She said raspily in his ear. Ryland removed her hand and watched as the band began to move onstage. There were all types of people crowding around the stage cheering loudly. Ryland raised an eyebrow at him and finished off her beer.

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[JEREMIAH XAVIER WINCHESTER]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, width: 420px; padding: 0px; border-top: 20px solid #000000;][bg=ffffff] [style=background-color: maroon;position: relative; padding: 2px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 19px; color: #000000; text-align: center; letter-spacing: -2px; opacity: 0.8]love's not for taking chances Jeremiah was like Ryland. He liked having control over his emotions. Rarely did his emotions ever get the best of him. Somehow he always kept them in check and had himself under control. Since being together with Ryland officially, he had caught himself only once with his emotions out of check. It had been on one of their first few dates where he was getting to know Ryland from her perspective instead of watching her or knowing her from other people’s perspective. She had caught him by surprise and made him feel something that he had never felt before. She had made him interested and genuinely focused on what she was saying. Usually Jeremiah had a hundred different things on his mind, but that night when he was with her all he could do was think about her, what she said, what she was thinking; it was all such a mystery to him and he still didn’t know what to think about it. But he did know that she was different. She was funny and had horrible anger and jealousy issues, but she was also kind and sensitive in the right moments. When he was with her he felt at home like he belonged with her. But he knew that it was just him getting into his character. Jeremiah was unable to really feel anything for another person. He was a loner by choice and had always felt right by himself. Ocasionally he found an acquaintance like Noah, but all in all he was completely alone in this world and liked it that way. In being alone, a person didn’t have to worry about anyone else. He could focus on his own needs and on what he wanted instead of always worrying what another person wanted or needed. Also Jeremiah could go anywhere anytime without having to tell anyone else. Now that he had this fake sort of relationship with Ryland, he did have to remember to talk to her and tell her where he was going. Occasionally he forgot and didn’t remember that he didn’t tell her that he was leaving town for a few days until he got back to Manuka and she was there worried sick about him. Sort of like how she had been tonight, except instead of verbally teling him that she had worried about him, she just put it off as an inconvenience instead of something that meant anything to her. Jeremiah understood why she put up that façade and didn’t blame her, but he thought she trusted him enough by now to tell him things directly. It seemed as though he wasn’t doing his job as well as he thought. Jeremiah looked over at Ryland and gave her half a smile. She was so beautiful and she didn’t even know it. He was pretty certain Ryland knew how “hot” she was, but he wondered if she ever took note to her elegance and beauty. The night they had gone to the winter ball together she had first caught his eye. He hadn’t even recognized her until she spoke, cussing up a storm like she usually did. Jeremiah had found himself thinking about her later that night when they had gone to bed. She was so much more peaceful to be around when she was sleeping. He returned his attention to her now, when she had a slight innocence about her. She looked up at him without that hard exterior and had a genuine look of concern on her face, and Jeremiah felt something tighten in his chest. He didn’t know why, but the way she said that kind of tore at him. He cleared his throat and said, “I know. I’m sorry.” Jeremiah pulled her closer to him and kissed the top of her head. He found himself smiling when she asked, ”How do I now you’re not some secret serial killer or a drug dealer or soemthing?” If she knew the truth, she definitely wouldn’t be sitting here with him now. And he was glad she didn’t know the truth. “You don’t.” He smiled and kissed her again, something he found he liked doing for some reason. She just had nice lips and didn’t use too much tongue like some women. It was good every time. Jeremiah released her leg when she jerked it away after the waitress left. He put his hands on the table and folded them together. Jeremiah looked at the stage, but could feel Ryland glaring at him. He hadn’t done anything though and wondered why she was angry. As soon as he read her mind he knew it was because the other woman had been staring, undressing Jeremiah with her eyes. But he couldn’t blame her really. The immortal turned to Ryland when she laughed and shook his head at her. “Can you really blame her though? I mean look at me.” He raised an eyebrow at Ryland and grinned. When Ryland leaned into him, he put his arm around her again and said, “You know your nose scrunches up when you mock other people. It’s really cute,” he chuckled a little and took a sip of his own drink. Jeremiah let out a genuine laugh when Ryland told him about her weekend. He didn’t have time to respond before she kissed him and he loked down at her trying his best to not think about her in bed. He knew she wanted it, but half of the reason she liked him was because he hadn’t treated her like a piece of meat. And he had denied her already a few times. Jeremiah didn’t think he could tell her no anymore though. The way she whispered in his ear and ran her hand up his leg almost got him right then and there, but he looked away from her and thought of something else to keep his mind off of how great the sex with Ryland would be. There was so much sexual tension between them that it was bound to burst sometime, but he was unsure that, with the way he felt now, he would be able to go through with it and not somehow grow more fond of her. The band started playing and was pretty good. He finished his beer and by the time it was over and was ready to get the hell out of there. He had noticed the dozens of people that had arrived after the band started their set and observed the crowd more than the band. There were just enough people to fill all of the seats and have people in the back standing, but the place was easy to manuever through should he need to. Thankfully there was no reason to leave during the set and he had the pleasure of enjoying the whole thing. While everyone else was standing and clapping for them, Jeremiah slapped down a few bills on the table and grabbed Ryland’s hand. He steered the two of them out of there and once outside, he laced his fingers with hers. “What’d you think?” he asked as he turned a corner and started off towards their apartment complex. [/style] WORDS - plenty - NOTES - VSKFVNSDFKJVNSDF - TAG - FUCKINWIFE [/style]

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[RYLAND CELIA MCKINLEY]

so when you have today

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Ryland wasn't sure if she was ever really herself around other people. The only person to get glimpses of it were Kenna, but the hunter would admit to herself that she was afraid to open up to anyone. All the adult figures in her life were barely there growing up, so she learned from experience not to trust others. Ryland had let her tough exterior act cloud the sweet and insecure girl that was inside of her. She couldn't even remember that part of her life anymore. Jeremiah was triggering those parts of her and it was scary. There was this whole new battle now within herself and she didn't know how to act. It was all so conflicting. One side of her wanted to embrace opening up to him (and anyone else really..) and another side of her wanted to run away from the situation. Nothing about Ryland's life had been easy, but this had to be one of the hardest things she had to deal with. She couldn't run away from her mind like she ran away from her problems. Ryland wished she could shut out her emotions.

She could abandon all she felt for Jeremiah and just continue living her life like she was before. Ryland had been having the time of her life before she met him. It was like she was a child seeing the real world for the first time and she just wanted to go back to those times. She didn't like all these complications. Ryland wanted to recoil from her boyfriend sometimes because she was just so afraid. What if he hurt her? What if the only time she let herself actually love someone it would backfire on her? She had taken a chance with Kenna and Beth. There wasn't one person in the world who really knew the real Ryland, and sadly it wasn't even herself. The only person who knew was probably still being charged with drug possession. Ryland wanted all this hate, aggression, and guilt to wash away from her body so she could stop acting the way she did. Each and everyday she was starting to hate herself even more. She was boring, tasteless, and had no depth. How could people even put up with her?

Before Ryland thought she didn't have real friends because of choice, but she saw the real reason now. She didn't even know how to interact with a person without feeling paranoid that they were judging her, so her defensive side instantly shot back up. There probably wasn't even one sentence that came out of her mouth that wasn't a cuss word. How did Jeremiah even find her remotely interesting to be around? All these sudden insecurities surprised her and she didn't know how to deal with any of them. Ryland really had let herself believe she was this overly confident, unstoppable bitch. Did he do this to her? Ryland had never been this so emotionally devoted to one person. She became insanely jealous when even a woman glanced at him. Jere was so beautiful he could have any of these beautiful women who probably could give him a much more enjoyable time. Ryland knew she needed to get her thoughts together in one place. Her head definitely wasn't screwed on straight in that moment.

Butterflies flew around her stomach as he pulled her closer to kiss the top of her head. She couldn't stop the smile that pulled at her lips. Ryland knew she probably looked like a small girl smiling so wide, but she couldn't help it. She chuckled at his response to her serial killer joke."You don't look like you have it in you, honestly. You're an asshole, but you're not heartless." Ryland teased him again. She knew what he was capable of when it came to mentally screwing with someone. Ryland never wanted to see an aggressive side of Jeremiah. That sounded like an extremely terrifying thought. If he could nearly tear her apart with his words, then he could definitely do damage with his fists. She doubted she could provoke him that much to make things get physical in that way. Ryland would save that type of aggression with him for behind closed doors. She was hoping this would be the night they'd finally just have sex and get that out of the way. The chase was making her even more attracted to him. Ryland had never wanted to sleep with a man as bad as she wanted to sleep with him. She was so used to getting what she wanted so quickly and to be turned down so many times was only making her want him more.

Almost as quickly as the jealousy and bitterness had rushed into her, it left. A laugh escaped her lips at his words. Ryland shook her head in amusement. She had no idea who they even were, but she was never much into music anyways. She hit him playfully,"You're so fucking annoying, I swear." Ryland didn't need reminding of how good looking she was. She knew she was seriously lucky. He was sexy as fuck and had a good head on his shoulders. That was near perfection to her. She felt the butterflies in her stomach flutter around again as he wrapped his arm around her. Ryland's face flushed in happiness at his comment. She was so glad he couldn't see it in the dim lighting. Ryland knew she wouldn't hear the end of it."Jere, that's corny, but thank you." She said through a small fit of the giggles. Ryland wanted to stomp on her foot to tell herself to shut up. She felt the redness in her face deepen and she chose to distract her mind by watching the set up on stage.

Ryland wanted to know how he did it. Nobody was ever able to just ignore her advances. She knew just the way to make men want to take her there and then. Ryland wished she had that kind of willpower he did or she wouldn't have slept around so much as a teenager and would have gotten a lot more shit down. She tried to convince herself once more that he wasn't rejecting her because he didn't want to. Ryland didn't really know the reason and she didn't want to ask. She was going to try once more when they got back because the tension between them was driving her crazy. Ryland watched him for a few moments after he pulled away from their kiss, but the band began playing. She made sure to make the best of the situations considering she was labeled as quite the party girl. Ryland always made sure she had fun.

After the set, she was feeling a lot more bubbly and airy. Jeremiah laced their fingers together and led her outside through the sweaty crowd of people. As they begin to walk, his voice broke the silence. Ryland shrugged,"Now I know why they aren't very known." She laughed, knowing that was probably a bit harsh."But I had fun, you looked like you were enjoying yourself." The hunter nudged him softly. They continued to walk and talk aimlessly as they made their way back to the complex. When they finally made it, she veered them toward her apartment. They always seemed to spend their time there together whenever they were in the complex. She probably had been in his apartment a few times and it was only for maybe a half an hour. Ryland had no idea why she never questioned his secretiveness. Maybe because she was the exact same way, so she wouldn't dare ask as long as he didn't ask about her life.

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[JEREMIAH XAVIER WINCHESTER]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, width: 420px; padding: 0px; border-top: 20px solid #000000;][bg=ffffff] [style=background-color: maroon;position: relative; padding: 2px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 19px; color: #000000; text-align: center; letter-spacing: -2px; opacity: 0.8]love's not for taking chances Being in solitude was something this immortal was used to. He was comfortable with it, with himself, and with everything he could accpmplish by being alone. He didn’t have to worry about whether or not he was satisfying someone else or if he had to do something for them and make sure the other person was okay. He only had to worry about himself and his own needs and that was what made it so much easier. He also didn’t trust people enough to actually be more than acquaintaces or business “friends” with them because he would only use them if he needed them. Right now he brought over a man by the name of Noah to help him sort himself out so that he could figure out everything he needed to do. Jeremiah had known Noah for a while now and the two understood each other pretty well. Jeremiah knew that Noah was like him and didn’t keep company where none was needed. He killed because he was good at it and he got money for it. Noah didn’t have relationships or friends, he had people who could entertain him long enough to be worthy of living before he threw them onto the ground and never thought of them again. Jeremiah could relate to that man because of those reasons, and it was why they worked so well together. The only downfall was that when Noah no longer needed Jeremiah, or vice versa, the other would be thrown away and never thought of again, which could really suck if the one thrown away still needed the tosser. Jeremiah was just glad he had the man now. He needed some guidance so that he could get a grip on himself and finish this damn job so he could finally go home. But when he looked over at Ryland, he didn’t want to leave her. He’d choose to stay here with her over going home right now, which was a very dangerous place to be in. He liked her. She made him smile genuinely which almost never happened. It made him a little afraid really because she was changing him little by little and he didn’t realize it until it had already happened. He had even made a weird connection with this little mousy girl named Cierra who he was originally trying to piss off. But she was just so damn adorable and sweet and innocent that he couldn’t help but help her out when she got into some trouble after they left the bar. Jeremiah didn’t want to help people. He didn’t like having to uphold that reputation. Ryland didn’t realize how much what she was saying was not true. She had only seen him be an asshole to her in the beginning, but she probably thought of the first few weeks of their little relationship as a game, which she had won by getting him to go steady with her. He was as heartless as she was saying, he reminded himself, she just didn’t know it yet. Jeremiah was going to kill her and do his job and get his money and leave Manuka for good. Jeremiah put his arm around her when she leaned onto his shoulder and brought her close to him. His face went blank for a second as he remembered that he was on the job still, even now. He had to remember to not get attached, which he slowly was doing. Jeremiah kept up his smile and nudged her with his elbow. “I’m not annoying,” he said and nudged her again. He knew it’d probably get on her nerves, which is why he kept doing it until she finally grabbed his elbow. He put his arm back around her and brought her close to him. Jeremiah did like her nose though and she was adorable when she laughed. He didn’t think what he said was necessarily corny because it was true, so he replied, “It was not corny and it is really cute.” He touched her nose with his lips and then her cheeks, which were a dark shade of red. He grinned a little at her blushing but instead of saying something about it as he would have otherwise, he instead kissed her cheek again. Now that they were finally out of the place they had a little bit of time to talk. Ryland joked about the band and Jeremiah smiled. He thought they were okay, but as she said, he knew why they weren’t well known. “Yeah, they were good enough not to make me leave.” When they finally got back to their apartment complex, they walked right to their doors, which were directly next to each other. Most of the time they were always at Ryland’s place and only twice had Ryland ever actually come into his. The first time she had seen it she just about had a heart attack at how clean and organized everything was. Jeremiah just liked knowing where everything went. It came in handy when someone broke in or came looking for something. Even the slightest bit of movement could alarm him and he would know that someone had either been there or was there. But Ryland’s was much different. Everything was thrown somewhere and stayed where it landed unless it was going to be used again. She was sloppy. But he felt more at home when he was there than he did when he was at his own place because he felt like he could sort of relax and quit worrying about everything for a little while. They walked into her apartment and he took off his jacket and placed it neatly onto the back of one of her chairs. He walked into the kitchen and pulled out two beers from her fridge and handed her one when he went back to her after opening them. He took a long swig and waited for her next move. He had a feeling she was going to make advances on him and he didn’t know what he was going to do. So far he had stayed far away from having sex with her, but there was a point where she would get fed up with it and finally end what they had going. The girl had needs and he needed to finally satisfy them or else she’d leave him. So he guessed he was going to have sex with her to keep this relationship up because if they broke up, she’d never fall in love with him and that was his job, right? Getting her to fall for him before he killed her was what he was going to do. Even if it meant taking her to the bedroom. Jeremiah told himself this over and over because he never wanted someone so badly in his life and this was the only logical reason as to why. Without this little reason in the back of his mind he would have to face the fact that Ryland was the only person in the entire world who could get Jeremiah to drop everything and please her. [/style] WORDS - plenty - NOTES - VSKFVNSDFKJVNSDF - TAG - FUCKINWIFE [/style]

table credited to madame marianna @ caution 2.0

[RYLAND CELIA MCKINLEY]

so when you have today

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YOU SHOULD SAY ALL THAT YOU HAVE TO SAY[/center]

Thinking into the future wasn't something Ryland did a lot,but now that was all she thought about ever since she started seeing Jeremiah. Tons of 'what ifs' ran through her mind constantly. Mostly, she was worried about what would happen to her when the time came for her to actually open up. Ryland had pretty much been bullshitting a lot to avoid actually having to let him get to know her. It was new territory to her and she wanted to end the relationship before it got too serious, but a big part of her wanted to go through that new territory with Jere. Ryland always preached about being reckless and doing things that usually scared her for the thrill. This was one of them. She didn't know what to expect. Obviously the world wouldn't blow up as soon as she let herself fully warm up to him. Ryland just wondered how she would act and feel afterwards. Was it like how she felt when she lost her virginity? Ryland had felt naked and robbed afterwards. Even if she had pretended to walk around like she was Queen Cleopatra or something. She didn't want to feel vulnerable like that again.

She did feel a different type of connection with Jere though. The first time they had met he had instantly pushed past her defensive walls and that made her even more defensive. It was impressive. Ryland liked everything about Jeremiah and she wanted to learn more about him and that would mean actually being herself. She was dwelling on it too much. The hunter knew she would just have to grit her teeth and deal with it when the time came. That was how she dealt with life anyways. What much of a difference would it be then? It was kind of weird though. Ever since she had met Jere, everything appeared to her differently. Maybe because she wasn't being a bitch constantly now. She was looking through her eyes with an actual positive attitude. Ryland didn't even want to know where all that negative energy went to. She knew it was buried down there somewhere.

As soon as she was away from him though, it slowly did creep back. Maybe he just made her happy? That sounded corny and weird. Ryland really needed to get more people civilization. Actual people. Not the brain dead partiers she hung out with most of the time. She just needed to step out of her comfort zone and actually try to meet people. Ryland didn't know where to start though. She felt helpless when it came to those things. It was just easier being a bitch and pushing people away than the difficulties and drama of people. Ryland just didn't want to deal with any of it. She'd rather be by herself. She sometimes watched Jeremiah and how easy it was for him to interact with others. Ryland envied his easiness with people. She knew the bitch mode wouldn't get her by when she got a bit older. Sooner or later she'd just be one of those crabby old people with no friends and a million cats. Hopefully that wouldn't be the case.

Ryland laughed as Jere nudged her twice. She elbowed him with slightly more force."Stop elbowing me, you little bitch." Ryland grabbed his elbow, unable to hide the smile that was on her face. She was trying to make it die down, but it just wasn't happening. He moved to put his arm around her, pulling her closer. Ryland smiled over at him as he kissed her nose. She shook her head, rolling her eyes with a smile still on her face."I can't fucking handle you today,Oh my god." She said, through giggles. Ryland scrunched her nose up again as he kept on kissing her cheeks. She usually wasn't all for public displays of affection, but she did not mind one bit with him. Her cheeks were burning like fire. No guy had ever been this sweet towards her. It felt odd. She didn't want it to stop though. Ryland just wanted her face to stop looking like a fucking tomato whenever he gave her the smallest compliment. She hated that she reacted that way. Usually she'd find some witty comeback, but not with him. Nope.

The night air felt amazing as they made their way back to the complex. She could finally have him alone. Ryland nodded at his words. Yeah, they were bearable. She liked seeing live shows because it gave her another excuse to get really drunk and dance. Ryland knew she barely even listened to the music whenever she went. It was a bit of a waste of money, but whatever. If it was a good time she'd make sure to be there. Ryland was trying to have as much fun as she could before she got too old. She didn't understand how the people on Jersey Shore, especially the old ass muscular guy, still went to the club nearly every night to pick up girls. She'd get bored real fucking quick if she lived her life like that. Ryland needed some diversity.

As they made their way into her apartment she instantly kicked off her shoes and threw her jacket somewhere. Ryland laughed as she watched Jere put his jacket neatly on one of her chairs. He would have to learn to not be as much as a neat freak around her. Ryland bounced into the kitchen as he pulled two beers out of the fridge. She thanked him and took a few swigs before setting it down on the island counter. Ryland pushed herself up onto it, sitting on top of the counter. She grabbed her drink again and waited for him to walk back over into the kitchen. Ryland set her drink down again and pulled him toward her. She wrapped her legs slightly around his torso."You know. I'm surprised you don't have a beer gut from all the beer you drink." Ryland laughed, pushing her hands up his shirt, feeling his stomach. She met eyes with him and smiled gently.

Ryland tightened the grip she had around him with her legs, pulling him closer. She removed her hands from under his shirt and put her arms around his neck. Ryland leaned in and kissed him tenderly. She pushed him away and slid off of the counter and stood staring at her apartment for a few moments. Ryland sighed and plopped down on the couch."Jere, I'm bored. Come here." She waited for him to come sit next to her. Ryland climbed onto his lap, straddling him."I'll pay you twenty dollars to strip for me." She grinned widely at him. Not even sure if she was serious or not. Ryland just wanted to do something fun to pass the time. She hated to just sit there and do nothing.

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[JEREMIAH XAVIER WINCHESTER]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, width: 420px; padding: 0px; border-top: 20px solid #000000;][bg=ffffff] [style=background-color: maroon;position: relative; padding: 2px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 19px; color: #000000; text-align: center; letter-spacing: -2px; opacity: 0.8]love's not for taking chances In his mind, this was all just another job. While it was a much different assignment than he had ever had before, it was still as interesting, maybe more, than the others he had. Most of his assigned hits were just getting in, getting out, and getting paid. This job was kind of fucked up though because he was actually supposed to get to know the girl he was going to kill. Also he had never killed a woman before, only making it that much more interesting. But he was going to get paid a lot of money and he couldn’t turn that down no matter what the circumstances were. Jeremiah prided himself on having a good head on his shoulders so that he could do this job without having remorse for the hundred people he had already killed. Ryland was just going to be another number to him eventually. Even if she wasn’t right now, he was sure that when he moved on and she was dead, she was going to fade from his memory for good. Right now, however, she had something about her that Jeremiah actually found himself liking. In most circumstances he didn’t like people in general. He tolerated some people and protected others, but there was not actually a feeling of actually liking them. And Ryland wasn’t the only person he had found himself actually wanting to spend time with; Cierra had somehow gotten under his skin and made him want to protect her. She was so damn sweet and Jeremiah knew that Cason wasn’t going to be able to protect her all the time, so Jeremiah had found himself taking a little bit of responsibility for her safety. He didn’t know how the fuck it happened, but it did and he couldn’t do anything about it now, no matter how much he told himself it wasn’t his business who got hurt and who didn’t. But thinking about Cierra getting hurt or killed made him somehow feel a little sad. And he hated himself for it. Jeremiah was never like this and never had been. He had always been levelheaded without any care in the world for other people around him. Suddenly two women had gotten him to feel something for them and he hated himself for it. At night when he stared at the ceiling unable to fall asleep he felt like killing someone. He thought that maybe if he took the life of someone else it would make up for his being a fucking pussy and actually letting these women have any say in his emotions whatsoever. Looking at Ryland now, he let all of that disappear though. She made him laugh and that was all but unheard of in his world. Jeremiah found himself letting down his walls slightly when he was with her and he knew it was a very dangerous thing to do. But he couldn’t help it. He had never had this kind of relationship with someone before and that made it harder to think about what he was going to do to her. But Jeremiah didn’t want to think about that right now. He just wanted to enjoy his time with her while he could and he would think about that when he wasn’t smiling and having fun with her. He chuckled under his breath when he pulled her close to him after kissing her cheek multiple times. “Baby you can never handle me,” he said. Jeremiah had known from the beginning how to play her emotions and that was exactly what he had done to get her to fall for him. Jeremiah knew that he had to keep her at arms length to get her attention because she was so used to people going after her right from the beginning. She wasn’t used to getting shut down. But that was what he had done. And then he slowly got her by being a dick to her, which she actually liked. And to keep her he was sweet most of the time and then he’d turn around and be an asshole to her all over again. He had left town a few times out of the blue to keep her on her toes and to make it get into her head that she had no control over him or what he did, which she also hated. But he knew that she liked times like this when they were together and he was being sweet to her. Jeremiah could tell not only by her thoughts that she loved him being cute with her, but the smile that wouldn’t leave her lips told him that too. You didn’t have to be an immortal to know she was happy. When they got to her apartment they went straight to the fridge and got more beer. He watched as she hopped up onto the counter and went to her, putting his hand on her leg when she wrapped her legs around him. “I work out,” he said with a sideways grin. He didn’t tell her that working out occasionally meant sparring with a shapeshifter named Chloe, who he also occasionally fucked when they were done. Jeremiah felt the strangest thing when he thought of that. It was something like guilt, but he pushed it away and didn’t think about it or Chloe. Instead he looked at her with care, hiding all of his other emotions behind his masked eyes. When she brought him closer he put his bottle on the counter next to hers. He slid his hand up her leg and rested it on her hip and returned her kiss just as tenderly. His breath caught a little in his throat. Then she pushed him away, which was actually surprising. Jeremiah never got surprised. He watched her move to the couch, but didn’t follow her until she told him to. Most of the time he wouldn’t have, but there was something devious brewing in her mind and Jeremiah found himself wanting to know just what it was—without prying in her mind. So he walked over to her and sat down. When she straddled him his hands instantly moved to her thighs. When she told him she’d pay him to strip for her he grinned. His hands moved up her thighs and to the top of her jeans. “No.” he said. "But I'm going to strip off every piece of clothing you have for free." He didn’t know what he was doing, but he hadn’t planned on doing anything with her tonight. But it was obvious that she wanted him and he had put of doing anything sexual with her for as long as he could. She wouldn’t be strung along anymore and if she didn’t get something he knew she’d find someone else to satisfy her needs. And that thought alone made him more than willing to unbutton her jeans. There was something almost territorial in the way he did it. Ryland was his and no one was going to take her away. [/style] WORDS - plenty - NOTES - VSKFVNSDFKJVNSDF - TAG - FUCKINWIFE [/style]

table credited to madame marianna @ caution 2.0

[RYLAND CELIA MCKINLEY]

so when you have today

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Her thoughts seemed like such a broken record as the days went by. It was odd that she was just now realizing these things. Each day was becoming more and more predictable and she was starting to hate even crawling out of bed. Jeremiah was her only fix. It wasn't very healthy, but at that point she was starting not to care. Not that she cared much before anyways. Ryland wondered exactly fueled a lot of decisions all those years. She'd had grown numb after her dad abandoned her for the second time. Ryland had nearly been emotionless before from all the drugs in the system and that had put the icing on the cake when he just disappeared after she graduated. Ryland was used to fending for herself, but it was much different that time. She was eighteen and had no idea what to do with her life and only had a few thousand in the bank to help her survive. The hunter still didn't have a clue what she was doing two and a half years later. It was depressing to think about.

All she thought about recently was what she was going to do with herself. If she wasn't around Jeremiah, she was lost. Her life had kind of suddenly became all about him. Ryland did not enjoy that he had such a hold on her. She wanted to run, but there was no where to go. She would just have to stay and enjoy her time with her boyfriend while she could before she crumbled into nothing. Maybe if she saw a therapist or something it'd help. If she could actually afford one. There was no way. She hated that her friendships were more strictly for partying and not for comfort. Ryland can't remember a time where she actually broke down and cried and she had someone there to hold her. Not one time. She held her own and it had always been that way. She'd wipe her own tears, suck it up, and keep on moving. Tears didn't solve anything.

Hunting had been a good distraction for awhile, but when you're not good at something you don't really want to keep up with it. At first she had been doing such a great job training wise. She could move fast and strike hard. Ryland could count on her fingers how many supernatural she killed. Supernaturals that were actually supernaturals as well. Now she was growing bored of it and needed another distraction. Jere was the perfect distraction. All she thought about was him. Her face grew warm and her stomach dropped in excitement when he was on her mind. He was like cocaine. Jeremiah was really hard to shake once she got a strong hold on him. Even though he made sure to remind her that she didn't have any type of control over him. The times where he would just disappear for long periods of time killed her. She'd stay holed up in her apartment the whole time until he showed a sign of coming back.

Ryland was trying her best not to get too attached, but it was so difficult. He was the first guy to actually catch her attention and keep it. Keep her on her toes and always unsure of what was going to happen next. In a lot of ways she hated it and him, but in others she loved it. It was a really odd game between them. Like a really screwed up game of cat and mouse. She should have ran off awhile ago. Ryland didn't though and she knew she wouldn't, He knew that too. In a way his possessiveness was sexy, but other times a tiny voice in the back of her head told her to watch out. Of course she never listened. She never listened to anything that was good for her. It was like she just wanted the worst to happen to her. It wasn't like she didn't deserve it for all the things she did. Sure the past was the past, but that didn't mean she didn't feel guilty about it.

Chills ran up her spine as Jere leaned in close and whispered to her. The thing was it was true. She could never handle him. Ryland thought she was tough shit, but as soon as she was around Jere it was like all of that washed away. It was really odd and hard to explain. She could sense a darker side to him and a whole other world he lived in that she didn't know about and he didn't want her to know about. It kept her up at night sometimes. At first she didn't really care, but as they spent more time together she realized that knew very little about him and what he did when he was away. He'd give her half ass excuses that she would just pretend to believe. Ryland wanted to part of his life, but he wouldn't let her and she just dealt with it.

Back in her apartment, she could only pay attention to the heat of his hands on her thighs. Her whole body felt warm under his touch and all she wanted was to feel his hands slide up a bit further to make her body feel like fire. Ryland made sure to keep her expression cool. Her eyes flicked back down to his stomach as he responded to her comment. Ryland laughed at his cute sideways grin,"You're lucky your cockiness doesn't turn me off." She leaned in to kiss him and pulled away abruptly, jumping off of the counter. Ryland couldn't really couldn't handle them being fully clothed much longer. She had to separate herself for a few seconds, but found herself straddling him not to long after.

There were those hands back resting on her thighs. She could just imagine how good it'd feel if they were on her bare skin. Ryland didn't expect things to escalate so quickly, but she'd go with it. A sly smile spread across her face and her eyes darkened with hunger. Ryland felt those warm hands move their way up to the button of her jeans. Her blue eyes watched his face as he unbuttoned them and she wanted to rip every piece of clothing each of them had off. She wanted to skip right to it. Ryland very swiftly pulled off her jeans and found her way back to his body. Her hands glided down his chest to the hips to urge him to pull his shirt off. Ryland pulled hers over her head as he did so and made sure there was no space in between them after that. She ground her hips against him as their lips met again and she wanted nothing but to melt into him. Ryland had thought of this moment quite a lot, but it had felt nothing like how she was feeling.

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[JEREMIAH XAVIER WINCHESTER]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, width: 420px; padding: 0px; border-top: 20px solid #000000;][bg=ffffff] [style=background-color: maroon;position: relative; padding: 2px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 19px; color: #000000; text-align: center; letter-spacing: -2px; opacity: 0.8]love's not for taking chances It was obvious that she wanted a change of pace when she started thinking so. Usually he would have realized earlier that little fact, but he had been away from her for a little while and was unaware of her thinking. But now as she trailed along the same lines as she had five minutes ago he was aware that she wanted something new to happen. It was perhaps why he had the feeling that she was going to do something tonight that he had so far withheld from her, which was his body. He had done a good job so far of keeping his hands off of him and vice versa. He felt he needed to if he was going to get any kind of emotional connection out of her and thus far he had been exactly right. But there were times where he wasn’t right and had to make up for those couple of incidents, but in their relationship he had turned out to be quite good at making her fall for him. But he knew that for her to completely fall in love with him he was going to have to bring out the big guns—or rather the big gun. Jeremiah was confident in his ability to make her swoon when they were in bed together as he had done to so many other women before her. And since he had held sex back from her for so long he was going to have to really make up for it. While he had done his absolute best to not get in this job more than he needed, he found himself thinking about Ryland all the time. Even when he was doing a side job and left her for days he found his mind wondering back to her. He often times wondered what she was doing or who she was with and even pictured her smile to make him feel better. It was only a few days ago that he was in Wisconsin slashing a man’s throat when he thought of her and wondered what she would think if she knew what he was doing. He thought she would be afraid of him, but he discovered that he didn’t want her to be afraid of him. Then it hit him like a brick wall—he needed her to be afraid of him, afraid of what he could do to her not only physically, but emotionally. But the more he thought about it the more he found that he dreaded that and eventually made himself forget about it. He had killed the man, gotten his money and now was back with Ryland. She had somehow crawled under his skin and made him want to be someone. But he knew he had to kill her and no matter what he told himself, he didn’t love her the way someone else would and he couldn’t give her what she needed. All he was good for was a good time and then death. At least her death would be painless and quick. It was a gift because her aunt wanted her to die slowly, which he honestly couldn’t even think about. Torturing her would in effect torture him and he wouldn’t be able to stand watching her scream in agony telling him to stop. Even thinking of it now he felt a little sick. So he turned to his girlfriend’s smiling face and kissed her. He couldn’t help it. Her kisses made the world disappear and all he could think about was her. Her scent, the softness of her lips, how she touched him as if she wanted him to be her property like no one else would be able to touch him without her having a say in it. It made his heart stop its involuntary pumping and made him lax. They were back to joking again, which made the tight feeling in his chest cease to exist and made him feel much better. As he tapped into her mind he found that she thought about how little she knew about him. It was true, he had withheld a lot of information about himself that would make her wonder who he really was. He could make up a story about himself, but he figured she’d ask him a thousand questions and he didn’t like questions. They were what got you to trip up on your story and have to create more and more lies, which got webbed up and eventually you were caught. So her knowing as little about him as possible was what was best for the whole situation. And so far she hadn’t asked about him or else he would have had to go into all of that. Or he could have told her about who he really was and since he was going to kill her eventually, it actually wouldn’t be a problem. When they reached her place it started. He was getting caught up in her and had to make himself be clear on what was happening and why he was there in the first place. Constantly his mind was going back to the fact that she was just an assignment and nothing more, but eventually his thoughts vanished into her and he forgot all about that side of himself. Eventually all he could think about was how beautiful she was and how much he wanted her and never wanted to leave her. So when she sat on him, straddling him, he pulled her close and got down to business. With that devious smile spread across her lips he slowly pushed his hands up her thighs until they reached her hips. She pulled away from him to take off her jeans and when she rested back onto him he held her there tightly. She eagerly took off his shirt and brought her lips to his, to which he did not object, then took off her own. Ryland moved her hips over him driving him absolutely crazy. He had to take a few deep breaths before he finally grabbed her hips and brought her impossibly close to him. He picked her up and took her directly to her bedroom. He pinned her on her bed, both of her hands above her grasped in his right hand while his other roamed down her almost naked body. He stopped just above her panties and teased her for a minute before finally going and finishing her off. Jeremiah kissed her neck, nipped at her ear, and caressed her everywhere before he finally took off his jeans and brought them both into sweet oblivion. [/style] WORDS - plenty - NOTES - VSKFVNSDFKJVNSDF - TAG - FUCKINWIFE [/style]

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