Hi there, so this is my first Darkest Powers fanfic and I'm not sure if it's necessary but I'd like to say that I do not own this trilogy, Kelley Armstrong does.

So here's a few things about this short story:

1. If you like it, review, I'll make it a two shot.

2. There's pretty heavy suggestive scenes, this is for teens, hence the rating. You've been warned.

3. This story takes place during the Reckoning when they're at Andrew's safe house.

My breath hitched as I felt his hand run up my bare thigh underneath my nightgown. I'm not usually one for nightgowns as you may know, but when its this hot out it's necessary. He dug his nails gently into my leg, his hot breath panting in my ear as he pushed me harder against his bare chest, causing me to moan out hoarsely, stretching my neck to give him better access.

"Derek." I choked out as he bit up and down my sore neck. I felt his hand go from my thigh and grope my bottom, he grunted sexily into my ear.

"Chloe." I let out a loud throaty moan as he ...

I shot up in bed, sweating like a mad cow, panting, and still halfway through the moan I just let out during my dream. I quickly shut my mouth to be rid of the sexual noise the second I realized Derek was sitting at the end of my bed. He was starring at me like I was an alien of some sort.

I felt every once of blood I own shooting to my face, I'm sure I looked like a tomato to him, but he seemed to be blushing a tad as well. My chest heaved up and down as I panted to regain my normal breathing pattern, which was hard with Derek sitting right there.

"Chloe..." He trailed off, looking extremely confused, I'm sure he was just as shocked as me. "Are you... okay?" He asked hesitantly.

I cleared my throat quickly, "Yeah, I'm fine, why?"

"No reason." His nostrils flared and he looked around the room awkwardly. I shifted in my bed before noticing a distinct wetness between my legs. Oh god. Could he smell me?

"So," I wiggled uncomfortably, "Why are you in here anyway?"

"I heard you moaning, I thought you were in pain, so I came in but you wouldn't wake up." He shrugged his shoulders, still not making eye contact.

There was an awkward silence before I asked, "How long have you been here?" I wasn't sure I wanted to know the answer.

He answered me with a question, I hate when people do that. "Chloe," I thought I almost saw his crack a smile and he stifled a laugh, "Are you having wet dreams?"

My eyes widened as far as they could go and I was blushing like a lobster. "N-n-no, of c-co-course n-not." Damn you speech impediment.

"Really? It sounded like it to me." He raised an eyebrow at me.

"Whatever, it wasn't a wet dream." I tried to sound angry as I plopped back down on my pillow. I felt Derek shift at the end of the bed, he moved to sit farther up the bed so he could lean over me.

"Really?" He was smirking at me now. Sexily I might add.

"Yes really! Now go away you creep." I grinned at him and slapped him playfully. But his sexy smirk stayed in place.

"Oh really?" He repeated his question.

"You're just getting annoying now Derek. It's like 3 am go back to bed." He knew, and we both knew it.

He leaned over me on the bed, his lips now a mere inch from my ear, my chest heaved trying to get oxygen to my over beating heart. "I can smell you Chloe."

The blood drained from my body, "W-wh-what?"

"I can smell your arousal." I couldn't see his face to see if he was blushing or not, but he seemed pretty in control to me.

"Isn't that... gross to smell?" I asked hesitantly, suddenly feeling self conscious.

He lifted his head away from my ear and looked at my face, "No, you smell pretty good."

Trying to lighten the embarrassment and intense mood I joked, "It's not fair, with your super senses you have so much to tease me about."

"Sucks to be you." He stated, sitting up on the bed distancing himself from me.

"Hey, everyone has them."

"What?"

"Wet dreams, everyone has them at one point. It's normal."

He grinned at me, "Yeah you're finally going through puberty, think you'll grow a couple inches?"

I glared at him, "Shutup." I threw one of my pillows at him.

There was about a minute of comfortable silence before he asked, "So, who was it about?"

"That's personal!" I couldn't tell him it was about him. This was all new to me, every other night I'd dream about zombies attacking me and now I'm at Andrew's a week and I'm having sex dreams? About Derek?

"Was Simon good in your dreams?" He joked, but there was something dark in his eyes.

"Wh-what? W-w-hat the he-hell!" I managed to stuttered out.

"I was just kidding." He shrugged.

"It wasn't about Simon. I don't think of him that way at all."

"Huh?" He looked shocked.

"I don't like Simon." I simply stated. "Well, I mean, I like him. But not like that."

"But I thought..." He trailed off, his eyebrows furrowed together in confusion.

"You just like to assume things," I stuck my tongue out at him, "You have super senses, not social skills. How should you be able to tell when a girls into a guy." I punched his arm lightly and grinned at him, making sure he knew I was only kidding.

He rolled his eyes at me but sighed, "Yeah, you're right though."

"I never thought I'd hear those words from your mouth!" I fake gasped. He grinned at me and gave me a playful shove. But all the while through our conversation, I kept asking myself the same thing over and over again. But couldn't come up with the answer.

When had I fallen for Derek?