Hello all my lovely readers sorry that I am un-able to actually update regularly but believe me when I say I try! I hope to do better and even get more story's up. It's just that I hate typing! I really need one of those laptops that type out everything you say. Warning: This chapter gets a little hotter, no lemons or anything, but if you're not comfortable with reading this kind of stuff then I suggest you don't read it. ENJOY!

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Stiles heart began beating at an uncontrollable speed. All his fast paced mind could seem to concentrate on was the non existent space between himself and the werewolf above him. He could feel the heat of Derek's breath on his cheeks and smell the sent of peppermint rolling off his breath in tendrils. Oh that god damn peppermint sent, it was surely going to be the end of Stiles someday. The sent made him unconsciously lean into the well built man in front of him. Now they were to close for his mind to register the fact that there faces were slowly moving closer together like a magnet until their lips met. The kiss lasted longer than the one they shared when in the vet's equipment room. It was more intense, more grand then their first one. Stiles had been enjoying the action between the two until he felt a muscle against his lower lip asking for entry into his mouth. Stiles immediately snapped out of his stupor and with all the force he could muster pushed the larger man off of him.

"What the hell!" Stiles snapped. "You can't come from 'I'm gonna rip your throat out' to 'let's have a great make out session' like that!" Stiles ended his short rant huffing and not to mention the slight tinge of rosy pink on his cheeks from the anger… Because Stiles Stalinski will never admit to Derek ever making him blush.

"Shut up Stiles, or I'm actually gonna rip your throat out! " Derek huffed in frustration while trying to place his hands back on Stiles hips.

"See, See Derek! You can't just threaten me then expect me to turn into-" Derek's mouth swiftly shut the teen up. He didn't quite understand where the urge to do this came from, but it just seemed so right. Stiles hips were like magnets to his hands and his lithe body fit perfectly with Derek's well built form. It was all just so tempting.

Stiles couldn't believe that he was letting Derek Hale kiss him and grope him in places that should not be touched by other men. He couldn't believe that he even opened his mouth for Derek's tongue to enter the second time it asked. Now he was fighting a loosing battle with Derek's tongue, and for some odd reason it felt more exhilarating and frightening then when Stiles found out his best friend was a werewolf. It took longer then usual for Stiles to realize that Derek was slowly backing him up into his bed. Now most inexperienced teens would be smart enough too stop before things went too far, but not Stiles. He was way too horny, needy and cute to just be left alone now.

Stiles and Derek finally broke away for a breath of much needed air. Stiles then began fidgeting under Derek in a vain attempt to make himself more comfortable on his bed, while trying to regain his lost oxygen.

"Never knew you had it in you." The smirk on Derek's face hadn't even been slightly hidden to Stiles discomfort. It was clear that Derek wanted to see Stiles react to his words.

"I didn't do anything…" Stiles mumbled trying to hide his blush and the problem between his legs.

Derek gawked at the teen for a second completely confused by his reaction. He had been expecting a snide remark not Stiles to curl around one of his pillows and cover his face. The kid looked so damn edible though, so he had no real complaints. Derek actually found himself having to concentrate to bring his wolf under control and then he smelt it. The teen was just gushing out the sent of arousal. The quick make out session made him hot but clearly not as hot as he had made Stiles. Derek's eyes went down to look at the teens crouched legs and yup, he had a hard on. Derek's predatory senses immediately reacted to the sent and sight of a vulnerable and very aroused Stiles. There was no way ha was going to let a delectable dish like this go without a taste. Derek slowly began making his way back to the teen stalking his every twitch and movement until he was hovering over the shaking form.

"Need some help with that?" Stiles head shot up from his hiding spot under the pillow with a sudden realization of how close they were… again

"Umm. No?" He responded uncertainly. 'Damn it Stiles! Why do you sound like such a flustered little chick?' He took another breath but this time responded with a little more surety. "No thank you." Stiles didn't understand how, why or when Derek's voice, his touch and oh god his kisses began turning him on, but it seemed so wrong! He tried his best to hide his face and his "predicament" behind his fluffy pillow but was stopped by Derek's cool touch. "Oh shit not again…" Stiles murmured to him self just the slightest bit aggravated with his body's reactions. It wasn't right that Stiles wanted to lean into the others calloused yet cool touch, their relationship was only death threats and snide remarks. Why make it anymore than that? Okay maybe he concentrated on the others lips to much sometimes but that didn't mean he liked him. He acted on impulse alone earlier that night not hidden desire. So why was it that his skin tingled with Derek's every caress and he was constantly being turned into jelly by those intense eyes? Stiles battle with him self was rudely interrupted by the very same voice he was complaining about just seconds ago.

"Are you sure?" Derek asked again. This time the wolf brought his face even closer to Stiles and dipped his to the right to lightly lick the shell of the others ear. He immediately felt the shudder that wracked through the younger ones body and responded with a slight chuckle and a nibble to his neck. Oh yah this kid wanted him, and he wanted this kid. Derek lowered his voice a few octaves and returned his attention to the others ears. In a raspy whisper barely audible Derek enticed the small body underneath him. "I'm positive I could do something to help…" Derek placed both oh his hands on one of the others thighs and began slowly releasing the pillow from where it once was.

Stiles couldn't suppress the shiver that wracked through his being and gulped loudly in hopes of removing the god awful lump of nerves in his throat. Oh god this was embarrassing, but deep down Stiles knew this is what he wanted. "O-o-okay…" Stiles stuttered. He then turned away from Derek's electric blue eyes in hopes of regaining some of his lost composure.

"I promise to be gentle; I actually really do like you." Derek whispered gently into the Stiles ears. He didn't understand where the second part of his sentence came from but now was not the time to worry about such things.

Stiles gasped at the end of Derek's sentence. He wasn't the only one harboring mixed feelings after all, and Derek's caresses were careful and gentle as though he really did care for him. Stiles took a deep breath in and returned his gaze to Derek's. Leaning forward Stiles placed his lips on the others as a gentle kiss. With one last sigh and shudder Stiles Stalinski caved, from the hotness that was Derek Hale. "I trust you." He whispered and blushed uncontrollably. "Okay."

Derek took the okay and the slight nod as the thumbs up sign and began to move on top of the other before being rudely interrupted by the slamming of Stiles door and a very angry Mr. Stalinski.

"NO WAY IN HELL!"

Hope you liked! I'm not a lemons writer I even struggled on this chapter so you probably won't be seeing anything more graphic in this story. Hope to continue soon. Sadly I lost the book that has the chapters written out so I have to find that first.