Title: Be Delicate (With This Love)
Genre: Television
Series: Teen Wolf
Characters: Derek Hale, Lydia Martin
Spoilers: season 3
Rating: M-mature/nsfw/yowza
Summary: A series of drabbles; she wants him to remember her, even when she's not there at all.
Disclaimer: HBO, baby. HBO.

If you stayed over I'd make it so sweet
I'd make you remember, baby, from your head to your feet

She trembled in his lap, her hands idly scratching and stretching against his chest as the last waves of her orgasm ricocheted through the muscles of her body. Lydia grinned at the ceiling as she playfully bit her lip before sighing self-satisfied. The curling tips of her hair danced on his thighs and the tickling sensation had him half-hard again even though he'd only just finished letting her ravish him minutes before.

"What are you doing today?" He asked, ignoring the way his hands couldn't resist cinching around her waist and bringing her chest to his, her hair a curtain around his head until her face was all he could see.

"I'm going to take a shower and then I'm meeting Allison and Stiles to do some research. You?"

Derek grinned suggestively, brushing his nose against hers. "I've got nothing. You should stay."

"I can't," she dismissed, already pulling back from him despite the brooding pout on his face. "But I'll come back later."

"I'll shower with you-"

"Nope," she interrupted, a naughty look crossing her face as she pushed him back onto the bed. "I want you exactly like this when I get back."

"Sweaty and covered in-"

"Me," she finished with a soft kiss, her hand slipping down and easily pumping him back to complete arousal, her moisture still slick on the skin of his shaft. "That way while I'm gone you can reach down and feel me there, and think about what you want to do to me when I get back."

"Lydia," he choked out though there was absolutely no oxygen left in his body. All the blood had rushed to one part of his anatomy and Derek couldn't remember ever having been so desperate for a woman's touch as he was in that moment.

"I'll be back in two hours."

"Lydia." The long groan followed her into the bathroom and she giggled when she heard it. She leaned out the bathroom door, licking her bottom lip as she watched him manipulate himself and ogle her through lust-hazed eyes.

"If you're a good boy and don't cum while I'm gone, when I get back we'll play Big Bad Wolf," she offered, twirling her hair innocently around her fingers, though she was anything but. "And I'll let you have it anyway you want."

She was going to be the death of him.

"And Derek? I will know whether you have or not."