Hemlock Chronicles (Hemlock Grove/Chronicle Fanfiction)

Chapter 16: We're Done

Celena helps him get inside the house, "Fucking cops!" Peter mutters bitterly. 

"Yup." Celena sighs and as soon as they opened the door, they met a very furious Lynda.  But when Lynda sees Peter, she gasps and rushes to him.

"Oh, my god, what happened?" She exclaims.

"He's ok.  Um, we had a little bit of a problem." Celena sys, grimacing in guilt.

The two of them managed to get Peter in a chair and he grunts as he hits the cushions.

"Where the hell have you been?" Lynda glares at both of them. 

"Flying five miles." Celena scratches her head and gives her guilty look. 

Lynda scoffs, "Flying...Five miles?" Lynda smacks her lips.  She already knew about what Celena could do.  Most of it, so she wasn't surprised to hear that they flew home. 

"You were right. Okay?" Peter shivers.

Lynda turns to face him with hard look, "I'm right? You think that's what I'm looking for?" She scoffs at him. 

Peter wraps his coat tighter around him, "Made a mistake."

"Peter, we didn't make the mistake of trusting Roman." Celena sighs. 

Peter scoffs at her and turns back to his mother. 

"None of that crap, ok? If you're talking, say it out loud." She gives them both a warning finger, then points it back to Peter, "You learn from it?" 

Peter nods, "Yeah." He sighs, disappointed with himself for trusting a Upir.  He should have listened to his gut. 

"Okay, now come here, give your mom a hug." She leans down and hugs Peter.  "Jesus, you're freezing.  Come on, go let Celena take care of you." She helps him up and Celena takes him to the bathroom.  She goes to his closet and gets some warm sleepwear while Lynda gives her towels.  

Celena walks back into the bathroom and finds Peter, trying to take off his clothes, but his fingers were so stiffed.  

"God, I can barely feel anything." He shivers.  

She puts the clothes and towels on the sink and moves to take his shirt off and hers as well.  Peter jumps in surprise when she presses her body against her. Her warm body.  

"What are you doing?" He frowns. 

"Warming your body with mine.  We can't let your blood rush back too fast to your heart.  It could fail.  Last thing I ever want is you dying on me.  Lynda would kill me." She laughs, but inside, it killed her to even think about Peter dying.  

She gasps as Peter's cold hands wrap around her.  Peter sighs and buries his noise in her hair and neck.  

"God, you're more cold than I thought.  I'm sorry.  I just wanted us to get home faster.  I'm use to flying up there." Celena says softly. 

(SMUT!)

"It's ok.  I don't feel that cold anymore.  But a hot shower sounds really good right now." He smirks against her neck as he feels himself grow hard.

Celena laughs and pulls away, "You perv." 

"I'm your horny little wolf." He smirks and grips her ass.  

Celena squeals as he places his cold lips on her skin, "Hope you didn't experience any shrinkage." She teases.  

"Let's see." He smirks.

Celena already had the hot shower going on as they begin to strip their clothes.  Peter groans in pleasure as the hot water hits his cold body.

"Fuck, I needed this." He shoves his face in the water and soaks his hair.  Celena rubs his back muscles and presses her body against his.  Letting her hand roam all over his skin.  Peter groans when she reaches around to grip him.  She trails her lips over his shoulders, licking up the water from his skin.