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The Half Moon Club (EvelynWillows x Collector of Rarities)

He paused at the fridge and looked at her, considering her question. "Well, it depends on how we take our shots, now, doesn't it?" His smile curved up at the corner and took on a naughty slant. He listened to her choice in music and then reached in and pulled out the scotch, pouring them both a double finger straight. He handed her a glass and took a sip, then set the drink down as the music began to fill the room.

When he danced with Victoria it was as a courtesy; he knew it was going no where, if only out of respect for Freddy and Carla. This, however was a dance that would lead somewhere. Somewhere he wanted to be.

Joe's dancing was slightly possessive, taking her body and seducing it with touches and glances. He moved with her, running his hand along her skin and then slowly working her clothes off as he allowed her to take his cloths off as well. It wasn't long before they were both standing, legs intertwined, mouths locked in a kiss and hands exploring each other.
 
Carla downed her scotch quickly, placing the glass down firmly on her kitchen counter, causing a nice, solid clink against the stone, but without enough force to damage the glass. She grinned up at Joe, her exposed nipples still hard and rosy. As a werewolf, Carla needed hard alcohol in order to feel anything: she'd have to go through about ten beers before she started to feel a buzz, so if she wanted to get truly drunk, it was just more cost-effective to go for the hard stuff. "Are we going to to turn this into a contest?" she asked. "Or would you prefer to start dancing."

She got her answer when Joe pulled her out into the living room and started dancing with her. She liked Joe's dominant style, especially the way that his hands moved over her body, but she wasn't passive. Carla was a very confident dancer and her hands were all over Joe as well. She put on a show of challenging him for dominance, occasionally taking the lead as they danced, but she always backed down when Joe started asserting himself again. She kicked off her boots when he started removing her pants and let him take complete control from there. Beneath her jeans, Carla wore a pair of gray boy shorts which were already a little damp with arousal. Her legs were muscular and toned, with a slight gap in her thighs. By the time Joe had her completely naked, Carla had only managed to remove his suit jacket and tie. She liked the contrast of her being completely exposed while he was fully clothed was lovely: it made her feel vulnerable in all of the right ways.

Carla unbuttoned Joe's shirt and planted a series of slow, sensual kisses on his chest while her legs twined with his. She found herself grinding her slit against his leg or his hand, whichever was available, her mind already anticipating the fucking that was to come. She didn't think that they'd make love: Joe seemed just a little too dominant for the gentleness that such an act required.
 
Joe reached down as she unbuttoned his shirt and slid a finger along her slit, feeling the warm moist folds of her sex. He grinned and chuckled as his finger met her wet cunt. He picked her up, but instead of swinging her legs around his waist again he put Carla on his shoulders, facing him, and braced her against the wall for leverage. His face was at her cunt and his arms around her thighs, so he had no problem reaching around her legs and pulling her vulva lips apart. Joe slurped at her cunt, tasting her tangy passion and pulling at her clit with his mouth.

He nuzzled her and spent some time lapping at her flesh, plunging his tongue into her tight hole and pressing his nose across her clit as it swelled up and grew darker. He groaned against her flesh and enjoyed the way she shuddered on occasion as his mouth explored her sex, until he was ready to fuck her and get his release.
 
Carla let out a cry of surprise that quickly turned into a moan of pleasure as Joe hoisted her up onto his shoulders. She could tell that Joe was fit, but she hadn't expected him to do this. She weighed 125 pounds, which wasn't particularly heavy, but was still quite a bit of wight to support with one's shoulders and neck. It helped that she was up against the wall, but she was impressed by Joe's ability to support her like that. She was soon grinding her hips against Joe's face, rubbing her clit against his nose and coating his face with her feminine juices. She was not subtle about what she was doing: she was using Joe as a vehicle for her pleasure. She glanced down at him with a taunting look in her eyes. If he wanted pleasure himself, if he didn't just want to be her sex toy for the night, he'd have to take it from her. No matter what wound up happening, Carla could see that she would enjoy herself tonight.
 
Joe was enjoying her little dance on his shoulders. He lifted her slightly and walked the few short steps to her bed, dumping her playfully on the mattress. "Somebody's feeling frisky tonight," he grinned. He grabbed her ankles and jerked her towards himself. He lifted her leg up and gave her ass a smack. He liked her assertiveness in bed; it sure beat having someone whimpering or acting like they didn't know what they wanted.

He began to unbutton the last few buttons on the shirt as he watched her. "Touch yourself," he said, "Spread your lips apart and show me what I'm going to be fucking." As he pulled off his shirt she could see what her wolf senses had probably already smelled on him; he was wearing a gun inside his waistband. It pressed against the rigid curves of his muscular body, hard dark lines against a hard body. Joe wanted to take her thoroughly first; rough and deep until they both came. Once he was done claiming her he'd slow down and take it more gently, but for now he wanted...no - needed, to fuck her.
 
Carla liked being dumped on her king-sized bed; there was something raw and a little bit dangerous about it. She'd smelled the gunpowder on Joe, but she wasn't particularly worried about the gun: unless he was shooting silver bullets, he likely wouldn't be able to kill her with it. She wasn't completely invulnerable: she'd be hospitalized if he shot her, but she'd recover faster than a normal person would. She'd really only be in danger if he decided to unload the entire clip into her head, although a single shot to her brain would likely leave her comatose for about a month if the bullet was left in. A couple of weeks if it was successfully removed and maybe another month or two for the brain damage to sort itself out. Wolves were hard to kill unless you decapitated them or used silver.

Carla chuckled, spreading her legs, but grinned playfully up at Joe when he told her to touch herself. "I wouldn't have invited you up here if I wanted to play with myself tonight," she teased. "Or do you always make the girl do the foreplay for you?"
 
Joe's hands slowed as he unbuttoned the very last button on his shirt. He looked at Carla, spread out on her bed, grinning at him with her young, vibrant legs spread out. "Why did you invite me up here?" He started to button up his shirt, more slowly this time. "I should go, Carla. We just met. We work together; this will only lead to a bad place." He rolled his bottom lip in between his teeth. "I'm sorry. I have to go."

He began to tuck his shirt into his pants as he looked around for where he left his keys and jacket. As tempting as Carla was - and she was very tempting! - Joe was a flirt, not a one-night-stand kind of guy. He had almost lost himself to the lust of the delectable woman on the bed, and he wasn't sure he could respect himself if he simply fucked her and left.
 
Carla let out a sigh of frustration, but stood and began helping Joe look for his things, turning off the music as she did. "You seemed amicable to the idea back in the club," she said, doing her best not to sound accusatory. "I'm the kind of person who can have a one-night-stand and I thought that that was what you wanted." She paused and blushed a bit as she picked up Joe's jacket and handed it to him. "I also like you and I guess I didn't want to stop spending time with you. I mean, I told you earlier today: I've got no next of kin and no emergency contacts. It's just me here. When you heeded my warning, when you started flirting and talking with me, I started to remember what it's like to have friends and... well, I guess I got a bit carried away. If bringing you back to my place was what let me spend a while longer with you, then so be it. You're an attractive guy, I like you and I wouldn't blame you for just getting up and leaving in the morning so long as you talked to me at work."

She pulled on a large, baggy shirt that barely covered her groin and regarded Joe as he finished getting dressed. "I like you, Joe, and I want to be friends with you. Maybe friends with benefits. Maybe something more if that works out. It'd be nice to have people in my life again, and I'd like to start with you."
 
He listened to her as they found his clothes. It made sense, really, and he believed that she meant what she said. "I can still be your friend, Carla, I just don't want to take advantage of you. You're a great catch; anyone would think I'm crazy leaving her without nailing you, but I just can't do that." He could do it, that wasn't the problem. "Look, I like to flirt. I find you extremely attractive and definitely fuckable; but I don't want to build a relationship on sex. I'm almost twice your age, for God's sake. It just doesn't feel right to do this, especially with my grandfather owning the club and you being a new hire. It's... it feels too much like a great beginning for a sexual harassment case."

Joe sighed as he watched her pull on her shirt. "Listen, I'm in your life. I am. But I don't want to hop in bed with you and cheapen what we might have; especially if there's a chance that we'd find each other worth more than a hasty fuck at the end of the day." He walked up to her and wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her close for a gentle kiss. "You're not easy to walk away from, but I have to. Thank you for not getting too pissed at me, Carla. I think you're worth more than a bang and bye."

He smiled softly and then picked up his keys. "I'll see you tomorrow."
 
Carla couldn't help but snort when Joe said he was twice her age. She repressed her laughter as best she could, but a few chortles slipped through. "I'm older than I look, Joe," she said, a small grin crossing her lips, "but thanks; you know how to make a girl feel special." She returned his kiss, liking the tenderness of it. "Trust me: if one of us ever gets sued for sexual harassment, it's probably going to be me. I'm the kind of girl who takes what she wants. And if you ever change your mind and want to come over to my place for crazy animal sex, my schedule's usually pretty open. I've got this thing I need to attend once a month, but otherwise I don't have much to do except work, exercise and play."

She opened the door for Joe, placing herself in the way for just a fraction of a second to get his attention. "And if you're interested in seeing where this is going, I'm open to the possibility of a date. Again, besides my monthly thing, my schedule's open."
 
God, she was hot. Had he not had so many reservations about making work awkward he'd just say 'fuck it' and go back in, but he had his concerns, and more importantly, he liked her.

"I'd like to see where this leads," he admitted. "How about tomorrow? Afternoon, say, about two? We can go out for a bit, find out about each other, stay away from beds," he grinned, "and see if there's anything other than hot crazy animal sex. Because the sex is great, believe me, but I want to know if that's all we have in common or not." He had to slid past her to get into the lift. Even though he was saying and doing 'no', Carla could probably sense that his body wanted to say 'yes'. It wanted not only to say 'yes', but 'hell yes'.

Joe turned around in the lift and pushed the button. He was already kicking himself, but it was the right thing to do.
 
Carla nodded. "Where shall we meet?" she asked. "Should I meet you at the club? Will you come pick me up? Or should I take the train and meet you somewhere?"

Once she had her answer, she closed the door to her apartment, locked it and went to take a cold shower. She liked that Joe had wanted to say yes; Carla was a very confident woman, but it was always nice to have a little ego boost. She was still horny, but didn't feel like pleasuring herself either with her fingers or a toy tonight: her body craved another person and she knew she'd just be disappointed if she tried something else. So she took a cold shower to calm herself down and went straight to bed afterwards.

She set an alarm for 10 AM, woke up bright and early, had a quick breakfast and went on a short jog before picking out what to wear. The day was particularly hot, so she went for a light Foo Fighters t-shirt, a pair of baggy cargo shorts and a pair of sneakers. She didn't look gorgeous, but she certainly had a tomboyish charm to her.
 
"Why don't I pick up up?" He said, leaning against the lift gate. "I don't know exactly what we'll do yet. I just want to spend some more time with you."

He went home, to his spartan little silverstream mobile and took a shower. The next morning he went for a run early enough that the streetlights were still lit. He thought about Carla as he ran, listening to sounds of morning instead of listening to music. Joe never liked to dull his sensed any more than he had to, especially when he was focused. Once he was done he got ready for his date with Carla. He wore his typical clothes; work boots, jeans, and a simple tee shirt.

Joe went up the lift and knocked on her door, still wondering what they were goign to do on their date.
 
Carla opened the door and smiled. She was glad Joe was dressed casually as well: she hated the idea of being under dressed, partially because she didn't want to have to change again and partially because she really didn't own any nicer clothes. She pocketed her phone and wallet and locked the door behind her before latching on to Joe's arm, subtly pressing her breasts against him as she did. "So, loverboy," she said, grinning, "where are we going? Dinner and a movie? Off to a concert? Or were you just planning on taking me shopping?"
 
He was surprised, but not discouraged, at her immediate affection that evening. "I hadn't really planned anything," he confessed, laying a hand over hers. "What do you normally do with the men you take to your apartment in hopes of ravishing? Or do they all succumb to your charms and wind up too exhausted to do much over the next few days but absorb food and water through an IV?"

Joe grinned at her as he pushed the down button. "I'm happy with whatever you want to do. Just don't ask me to star in a porno or go rob a bank, okay?" As the lift descended he leaned over and kissed her lightly on the lips. "I'm sorry about last night. It was an awkward first date."
 
"Hmm... it's been a while since I was on a proper date," she said, tilting her head upwards as she thought. "The last guy who tried courting me took me to a party at an estate, an actual goddamned estate. Needless to say, it was boring and the dancing wasn't all that fun. Everyone was waltzing and I prefer to salsa. He didn't see much of me after that." Carla decided to leave out the detail that this had been about a hundred years ago. "I haven't gone on many dates. For a while I just had a bunch of friends that I occasionally slept with, but then Victoria came along and I lost everyone who ever meant anything to me."

She shrugged and smiled up at Joe, but he could see some sadness in her eyes.

She let out a laugh when he told her that he didn't have much of a plan. "Well there go my two ideas!" she chortled. "Isn't the guy supposed to be the one who comes up with the ideas? Next you'll be suggesting we split the bill at dinner!" She looked up at Joe and grinned. "Don't worry, loverboy: I've got plenty of money. I wouldn't mind paying for dinner myself, if that's what you want. As for where to go, I know this nice seafood place in Somerville: it's a bit pricey, but the food's great. I can give you directions, if you want. It's also a five minute walk from a great movie theatre; it tends to play more artsy films, but they've got a few more mainstream releases if that's your thing. I'm an uncultured heathen, so I'd probably like to see Pacific Rim, but we can see what's available."
 
"An estate party, huh? Like something Martha Stewart?" He grinned. "And all this time I thought you were just a reformed street urchin out to have a good time." Joe nodded when she mentioned Victoria. "So what - were you guys sorority sisters or something? I mean, how can she be responsible for you loosing everyone you cared about, and here she is a partner at Freddy's law firm? It's kind of odd. I don't disbelieve you; I just think it's odd."

Like the previous night, Joe went around and opened her door for her in his old Chevy Camaro. He closed the door and then went around to the other side. "Why don't we go spend a day that is quintessentially 'Carla'. Next date we can do a 'Joe' day. Then we'll see if there's a third date, okay? With no strings attached and no hard feelings." He started up the huge engine and it rumbled to life. "Okay Carla, you lead the way."
 
Carla bit her lip when Joe mentioned Victoria. "Let's just say that we're members of rival organizations," she said. "Look, I'm going to be honest with you and say that there's a lot I'm not allowed to tell you. It's nothing personal, but I'm part of a secret society: I can tell you that much, but I can't tell you anything actually pertaining to the organization without getting in a lot of trouble. I met Bruce through this organization and he's a lot higher-ranking than I am. I could lose my job and a lot more if I told you anything, so you're probably better off going to him if you'd like more details." She smiled at Joe. "I don't think I'd get in any trouble for doing that. I think you'd make a good member. Still, it's his call to make." She wasn't lying: Bruce was the head of the pack, at least as far as Carla knew, and Joe was his kin, so it was up to Bruce how much he wanted Joe to know.

She thought for a moment when Joe said he wanted to have a "Carla" day. "Well, I normally keep to myself, but if I have a more active day, I suppose I could show you a few of the places I like to hang out. How about I show you that seafood place I was talking about, then I show you one of my favorite used music stores? Besides that..." she shrugged. "I know a nice comic store, there's a good bookstore I can show you in Harvard or we could find something else to do. Why don't we start with dinner and go from there?"
 
"I get it," Joe said as he pulled out into the freeway. "If you tell me about this organization that doesn't exist then you'll have to kill me, right?" He chuckled. "Whatever you say, Carla. It doesn't matter to me." He drove for a bit before switching on the radio. It was one of those channels that played metal and rock from the 80's and 90's.

Joe shook his head and smiled. "Okay, so a late lunch, early dinner at this seafood place and then we walk around and just hang out? Sounds good to me." He reached across the distance between them and took her hand. "You know, these old fashioned bench seats are really nice because you don't have to stay way over there. If you want you can slide over and sit next to me."
 
"Joe, you can trust me to speak the truth," said Carla. "Even if I can't tell you everything, I'm not going to outright lie to you. If you want to know more, ask Bruce. It's up to him what he tells you."

Carla slid in the car and smiled as she slid over next to Joe, snuggling up to him at his suggestion. "Now if you'd only get the AC fixed, the car would be perfect," she purred. "Here, let me show you how to get to Somerville from here." It wasn't that long of a drive: Joe simply had to go through Harvard and Cambridge to get to Somerville. Carla directed him to Somerville square, pointing out a couple of bars she liked, and directed him to a pleasant little seafood restaurant called Out of the Blue. Out of the Blue was a nice little restaurant with a well-furnished interior, but a lax dress code. So long as you were fully clothed, they'd let you in. Oddly enough, it was right next door to a small burger joint that didn't even have half of the class that Out of the Blue did.

They were having an early dinner, so they were seated immediately and given menus. The dishes were reasonably priced, although they were very high-quality, so there weren't many items on the menu that were below thirteen dollars. Carla ordered a fried calamari appetizer and a plate of seared haddock with a sweet pineapple sauce. "Are you feeling like wine?" she asked. "I probably shouldn't drink too much since I've got to work tonight, but a little wine with dinner shouldn't hurt."
 
Joe chuckled at her suggestion about the AC. "This model actually didn't have one," he confessed. "It's too old. You'll just have to do with open windows and a cup of iced tea, like they did in the good 'ol days." He enjoyed having her sit next to him, and wound up driving part of the trip with an arm around her shoulders.

The restaurant was pretty nice. Joe ordered the Stuffed Calamari and Linguini, and agreed with her about the wine. "One glass would be alright for me normally, but I'm driving and I don't want to take the risk. I'll just have a Pelligrino Limonata, but if you want wine then that's great for me." He didn't mention to her his history with drunk drivers, or how he lost his children. He hadn't even told her that he had been a dad at one time. It was too early in their relationship for that.

"So, how did you discover this place? It's pretty nice."
 
"I used to do a lot of traveling," said Carla. "My parents... well, I suppose you could call them explorers. They just went where the wind took them, which was pretty much all over the world. So, one of the first things we did whenever we wound up somewhere new was try a whole bunch of restaurants. It's a habit I kept after they died." Carla didn't seem to have any real emotional reaction to the death of her parents. She'd had a good eighty years to get over it and she'd been able to come to terms with the fact that they weren't around anymore. They were gone, it would have been nice to have known them for longer, but she couldn't. End of story. "So, when I landed in Boston, I pretty much set about trying the food when I could. It certainly helped when I got into the MMA and was making more money. I discovered this place and fell in love with it. Really not much of a story there."

Carla ordered a root beer and sipped it while the appetizer arrived. She settled it in the middle of the table, looking inquiringly at Joe to see if he wanted any. The fried calamari was good: it came with marinara sauce to dip it in. Carla favored the tentacles, but seemed content to ravenously eat anything that was in front of her. If there was any marinara sauce left when the appetizer was gone, she soaked it up with bread, which she wolfed down.

"How about you, loverboy?" she asked. "Have you ever done any traveling?"
 
Joe's eyes flickered when she called him 'loverboy' again. "I'd prefer it if you didn't call me loverboy," he said quietly. "It's... I don't like it." He took a sip of the Limonata and smiled at her. "I've traveled some, yes. I grew up all over the world; an army brat. And then when I grew up I joined the Feds and in exchange for letting them inject all kinds of foul potions into my veins they sent me all over the world, where I got to meet interesting people and kill them."

He swirled his pasta around his fork before taking a bite. "I've been retired for a few years now but they don't let me draw any of that for a while, so that's why I'm working for Bruce. He's always looked out for me and my sister. She's married now. She has a dental practice up north and her husband's on some think tank for the government. Me, I'm happy fixing lighting systems and driving an old car."

Joe watched the way Carla devoured her food. "Are you training for an event? You're kind of... well, you look like you're ready to bulk for a competition or something."
 
Carla let out a disappointed sigh, but made a mental note not to refer to Joe as "loverboy" anymore. Whatever his reasons, she'd respect them. "Never was one for the military," said Carla. "Technically, I'm American born, but I grew up all over the place and kept on traveling for a while after my parents died, so any army that wanted to take me would have a doozy of a time figuring out my citizenship. It's easier now that I'm stationary, I suppose, but I'm not signing up anytime soon. Never did like guns. I get that there's skill in shooting a firearm, but I much prefer the skill required to fight someone up close. I also suppose that I'm not one to attack another person just because someone tells me to; I couldn't kill someone I have no quarrel with."

She shrugged and leaned back in her seat, only to sit forward again as the food arrived. She chuckled and shook her head at Joe's question. "I'm not training for anything," she said. "Alternately, you could say that I'm always training to be ready for as much as I possibly can. But that's not why I eat so much. I'm not going to lie: it's kind of awesome to be me. I can eat anything I want and I know I'll burn it right off the same day I put on the weight. I've got one of the best metabolisms in the world: I eat junk food and my body just burns right through it. It also helps that I work out and turn most of that into muscle. Best part is, my metabolism's showing no signs of slowing down."
 
"Yeah, that is pretty awesome," he said. "But let me ask you this; you said that you're not one to attack another person just because someone tells you to, but isn't that what you did in the MMA? You fought someone for money; not for ethics, morals, or politics. You did it for money. That's like, one step up from being a whore, isn't it?"

He had gotten irked by some of the dismissive things she had said. It seemed like she was putting down those who used firearms instead of hand to hand combat, and she was certainly speaking derisively about military who had been sent in to fight the enemy, which often led to deaths on either side.

Joe took another bite of food and watched Carla for a reaction. From where he was sitting she seemed very confident, to the point of being cocky. He wondered how much of that was empty boasting and how much had substance.
 
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