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I sat there waiting. Waiting exactly where he told me to wait. Well, actually it was more like he gave me a shaking of the head and death glare that said, in the best of ways, "I mean it, Chloe." Seeing as werewolves in wolf form can't speak that is. It had been Derek's third and thankfully final attempt at changing completely. He was a beautiful dark wolf, with the same piercing green eyes, he always had. I smiled thinking of them and noticed that same un-named feeling, stirring with in me. As I was further analyzing this emotion, I saw a movement to my right that broke the enchantment surrounding my mind.
I finally decided to drink in my surroundings, hoping I was just imagining things from sleep deprivation. From where I was perched, on a log propped precariously against an ancient oak, I could look down to see the rest of the small clearing set before me: Nothing but wildflowers just beginning to spring to life and mud-Lots of mud. The mud being the reason, which Derek had just insisted upon me settling up here, I presumed. I was amazed he thought I could handle being up this high with out injuring myself somehow. I grimaced as an image of the log falling and crushing me, came to mind. I heard movement behind me. Well, at least that rules out my ghost problem, I thought. Ghosts don't make sounds, well at least not from their movements anyway.
I began turning about quickly searching out the noise I had heard. I felt like I was being watched and began to worry slightly. I shook my head, I knew Derek was around somewhere in these woods and that he'd be there if something happened, and besides it was probably him making the frightening noises anyhow. Unfortunately my stomach wouldn't agree and began quivering noxiously. There was an eruption of leaves to my left.
I felt myself jump in surprise yelping lightly. I turned to see bright shiny green eyes staring straight at me, and I heaved a sigh of relief.
"You 'kay?" Derek asked me gruffly. It was obvious he had just changed back, his voice still tired from all the stress. As he stepped out of the shadows of the trees into the moonlight, I could see the concern in his eyes, which he masked quickly with a twitching of the lips. I smiled as I realized he was smiling, for once.
"Yeah, I'm fine. How about you? You're the one who just turned into a fuzzy puppy!" I smirked, figuring I would get a trademark scowl. Instead however he laughed shakily. He strode up to me with a humorous look in his eyes, probably because my jaw was hanging open in a goofy grin. Perched on this log in front of him was a vantage point, making me as tall as him, sort of. Now he really laughed, as he seemed to notice this as well.
"How'd you get up there by yourself, anyhow? I figured you would need a boost before, but you just scampered on up like it was nothing." He shook his head in disbelief.
"Gymnastics, I guess. Though I have to admit, the entire time I was a little afraid of falling down or moving in just the way that I would be crushed by it falling on me." I realized I was babbling and shut up right away, turning pink. He chuckled, once again shocking me.
"Here," He began, grabbing me around my waist with both hands, "I can help you with the getting down part, so you don't injure yourself of course," He looked in to my eyes waiting for approval, I nodded. He paused, maybe just a little too long considering his closeness and where his hands lay. He picked me up swiftly and set me to the ground gently. His hands once again lingering a little longer than necessary, probably making sure I didn't stumble around. "There. No worries of being crushed by gigantic logs, not tonight anyway." He joked. Unintentionally I yawned partially, biting it back as soon as it came. Unfortunately Derek had bionic werewolf hearing and knew I was tired. He frowned. "We need to get you into bed, you will sleep this time-" I cut him off, noticing the same dark circles under his eyes that were beneath my own.
"We both are. You need sleep just as much as I do, besides I'm an insomniac I can deal with sleep deprivation, you get cranky if you don't get a certain amount of Z's in before dawn." I remarked teasing. He rolled his eyes, pushing me towards the safe house, his warm hand burning through the clothing on my lower back.
We walked through the back door of the safe house quietly, so as not to disturb or wake anyone up, when we noticed it was eerily quiet. Derek did a sniff and sneak around, seeing if everything was alright, before I was even allowed to walk further then the thresh hold. I rolled my eyes at his usual protectiveness, waiting for the okay.
He came back to me in the same eased mood as before. He pulled me in to the kitchen and motioned for me to sit. I fought back several more yawns as he rummaged through the fridge. I couldn't help but notice the muscles moving gracefully beneath his skin, a nice sight to see as compared to the only other times I had seen him shirtless. I blushed as I realized I was checking him out, but the fact was that he was looking much better. He had barely any acne, maybe a spot or two, and his hair; now glossy and sleek, was not greasy and lank as before.
"Chloe, you okay in there?" Derek smirked, now standing in front of me with an inquisitive look on his face. I flushed, cursing myself for being so intent upon watching him that I hadn't noticed he'd come up to me.
"I'm f-fine, just fine, wonderful." I realized that yet again I was blabbing, "I-uh, sleep deprivation." I cut my explanation short. He snorted, obviously not believing me at all.
"I'm sure." He grunted, voice still not quite right.
"How are you, since your change, your voice sounds gruff still, does it hurt?" I asked concerned. He merely blinked in surprise and lumbered to the chair opposite me at the dinner table, getting situated. I fought back a sudden image of a puppy turning in circles before they sleep, smiling slightly at the thought of Derek circling before he lay down.
"Yeah, I'm good, but I think I better get you to sleep quicker than I originally thought because your getting goofy. You're smiling for no reason now."
"I have reason, I'm happy." I said quietly, verging on the volume of a stage whisper. Once again he blinked back in surprise, and instead of trying to find the words to answer, he settled for a grunt, biting into an apple from one of the fruit baskets. We were silent for a while, but it wasn't uncomfortable, I settled for humming lightly, so light that anyone without werewolf hearing would have a hard time hearing it.
Finally, not being able to take the heaviness of my eyelids anymore I got up stumbling slightly and shuffled into the near by living room, slumping into the couch. I curled into a ball and felt my eyelids flagging, sleep covering my mind with a haze. Derek walked in then, seeing my curled up figure, he made his way over slowly. He hung above me a few moments, his face cast in shadow making it unreadable. Only his eyes could I see, glowing faintly in the darkness, a warning to those around him that he was unnatural. I stared into those eyes until I was swallowed in there presence.
"Chloe…" He murmured so gently I thought I might be imagining his voice. He brushed my hair back ever so lightly, "Than-Thank you, for being there…" He trailed off, trying to word what he felt, just right. I brought my self up on one elbow, making a show of confusion, just to make it harder for him. He always bought my acting. "I mean, uh, thank you for being there with me for m-my changes," He exhaled noisily. "It really means a lot to me, that well you know…" He was stumbling over his words so badly that I couldn't help it anymore. I cracked a smile and giggled airily. He froze, immediately investigating me with his eyes, ready to be defensive if needed. I put a hand on his own, the one still petting my head sort of. I pulled it down to my face and examined it carefully still smiling.
"I wasn't making fun of you Derek, I was just playing up my confusion a bit to get you to admit that you liked having me around. A nice thing to hear after thinking you disliked me so much." I murmured softly, knowing he'd hear me no matter how soft I spoke. I squeezed his hand gently before releasing it, but instead of pulling away like I thought he would, he ended up wrapping his arms underneath me, pulling me up bridal style. I squeaked in surprise throwing my arms around his neck as a reflex. I heard and felt him rumble, he was chuckling at my reaction.
"You need to sleep, so I'm taking you to bed." He whispered in my ear, his nose ever slightly brushing the crook beneath my ear as he turned away to watch where he was going. My whole body convulsed in shivers, his touch felt amazing, my breath was taken from me instantly, leaving me breathing shakily. "Are you okay, are you cold, your heart is going crazy, did I surprise you that much?" He asked worriedly, sounding as though he were a wounded animal that could be hurt easily. I shook my head quickly.
"Oh, no, no. You didn't surprise me that badly, you're just really warm as compared to my… body temperature, I guess." I totally lied, without stuttering! I was about to hug him, when I realized we were already in my room. Tori was sleeping in the bed next to mine on the far side of the room. I almost worried about us waking her when I remembered she had started casting a silencing spell around her bed so she could sleep, since I was almost constantly awake at night now, Andrew had taught her that one simple Sorcerer's spell, for that reason alone. "Don't worry about Tori," I had began, when he had some how managed to close the door behind him, laying me into my bed.
"I know, she learned the silencing spell. Just don't tell Simon, he'll be so jealous." He whispered back. He pushed me back onto the pillows and began trying to tuck me into bed. I stopped his hands.
"It doesn't matter, I won't sleep. I never do." I sighed, missing my sleep. "Nightmares keep me awake all night." I finished.
"Do you want me to ask Simon to sleep with you? Sometimes hugging onto someone while you sleep can chase bad dreams away." He barely whispered.
"No, definitely not. I don't want him getting any wrong ideas, that'd be even more of a nightmare. I'd be, well, I'd be more comfortable with you, if you didn't mind." I whispered sheepishly, sure he could see me now burning cheeks. I heard him take in a breath of air in shock, and then he mumbled some form of consent, once again stumbling over his words. He nudged me over to the wall and slipped in underneath the comforter laying down beside me slowly, giving me time to rethink my initial thought. I waited patiently.
"So, I guess if you want, you could well, uh-" I cut him off by laying my head on his chest, hugging him around his waist. I felt him stiffen slightly before relaxing completely, now letting his one arm fall down to wrap around me. I even thought I heard him give a contented sigh. I smiled.
"Thank you Derek." I snuggled into his chest, something I thought I would never do with a shirtless guy, hell not even with Derek! I felt his arm tighten around me, and felt his face in my hair. He began humming quietly, Daydream Believer. I sighed happily and began drifting off to sleep, slowly. Just before I lost consciousness I could swear I heard him say:
"I never disliked you Chloe, quite the opposite actually. Sweet Dreams…" His voice faded off.