Authors Note: This is my first fan-fiction so go easy with the reviews. This is a series of one-shots between Derek and Chloe that we didn't get the chance to read. Sorry this is so short but if I get some good reviews I'll write longer ones. I already have a dozen ideas. So if you like this one and you want me to continue just say so and I'll try to update quickly.

Disclaimer: I don't own the series ( Kelley Armstrong does). If I did things would have been a little different.

Meeting in the Woods

Ouch.

Derek's grip on my wrist was a little tighter than I think he meant to be. My hand was starting to go numb. Before I could stop it, a whimper escaped from my mouth. Derek mumbled "sorry" and dropped my arm. Frowning at the lost of contact I hurried and ran to catch up with him. His longer legs moved a lot faster than my short ones.

We had just made our escape a few minutes ago. Since our first kiss we couldn't get close to each other without someone interrupting or staring. We were both frustrated so we had planned to take a walk in the woods after dinner. While Derek was practically running, I was trying to ignore that little flutter in my stomach.

Without warning Derek stopped in a small clearing and sat down on a large tree trunk that had fallen on its side. Nervously I walked over and stood beside him. Once there I looked up to see his green eyes watching me and, feeling stupid, I blushed red and looked down at the ground.

Maybe this will be as awkward as I imagined it.

"Come here." His rough voice commanded.

I moved closer to him. He grabbed my hand and stood up. Surprised by his sudden movement I glanced up at him and I took a sharp breath in. The look he was giving me . . . I know that look. Lust. (And I liked to think a little more.) I knew this look because we had been giving it to each other for about two weeks. I felt that nervous flutter again but ignored it. Brazenly I took a step closer to him. Now only a few inches separated us. It was maddening.

I tentatively smiled at him and got an arrogant smirk (I liked to think of his smirk and grunts as his trade mark).

He moved my hands to lie on his shoulders and he put his on my small hips. And then it seemed the slow pace was unbearable. I leaned forward and went up on my tip toes at the same time he pulled me up against his body.

How do you describe kissing Derek? Rough but gentle. He had my body pressed tightly against the length of his but it wasn't hurting me. Wild and hot. Even if this was only my second kiss with him, there was a little voice in the back of head telling me to kiss him harder, to get as close as I could and I wasn't planning on ignoring it.

He walked forward, backing me up against a tree. It was a little difficult to kiss him the way I wanted to when my shortness was interfering. I pulled back from his mouth.

He looked down at me and scowled. I felt smug at him not wanting to stop.

"Pick me up." I demanded.

"What?" He asked shocked.

"Pick me up." I repeated.

He grabbed me by my waist and I wrapped my legs around his. There wasn't any incentive to this other than getting closer to him. (For now, at least, according to this new feeling that had settled into an area I'm too embarrassed to say even in my head). My arms moved to wrap around his neck and our lips connected again. His tongue lightly touched my lip and I opened my mouth to his.

This I could get use to.

But as all good things must come to an end someone called our names and we reluctantly detached from each other and headed back to the house.

Authors note: So review if you liked it. Thanks for reading! If you have questions or ideas don't be afraid to ask or suggest. . .