Murphy's Law

Chapter 4

Overpowered

The rest of that day went pretty smoothly. I ate lunch alone and spent all of Chem class ignoring the very angry Scott sitting next to me. It was almost enough to make me apologize. I would have taken all the fault and the blame, like I always do, just to heal our friendship. But I didn't, much to my surprise. If Scott wanted to keep me as a friend he would have to be the one to step up.

Once I had come to that conclusion life just seemed easier. I actually got to step foot on the field during the game that night. Thanks to my new more powerful hearing I was up to date on all of the schools gossip. None of it was interesting or important but it's nice to know.

So my first Friday as a werewolf was actually pretty great.

But the rest of the week was a different story.

My weekend was actually pretty uneventful. Since I wasn't talking to Scott there were no emergencies that needed my attention. So I spent the weekend either on the internet or on the couch eating all of the delicious, and oh so bad for me, food that just tastes so much better now that I'm a werewolf. I didn't have to worry about my homework because I finished it before I even left school on Friday. So by all homebody teenage standards my weekend was perfect.

It wasn't until Monday that my problems started. It started off small, like all problems do. It was simple, I was just a little warmer than usual. It was so insignificant that I just ignored it.

Another problem I was having was that I couldn't get Derek out of my head. I wanted to hear his voice. I wanted to be near him. I wanted to smell his scent. I wanted to do other things but I tried not to think those thoughts. But they kept popping up. Thoughts about the way his lips felt against my skin. How amazing his body is and the feeling of his bare chest against mine. How strong his arms are and how right they felt wrapped around me.

And whenever those thoughts started the warmth came back to me. As each day passed it became worse and worse. Around Wednesday was when the itch started. Like the warn feeling it started off small. But by then end of the week I wanted to pull my skin off.

I was irritable and moody the whole time and I could feel myself almost changing at every moment. I hadn't actually tried shifting yet. I hadn't got angry enough and I didn't want to try without someone there to help me through it. I hadn't even seen my eyes glow. But through most of the week I could feel something shifting in my skin.

By Thursday I was a mess. I barely made it to school in one piece. The warm feeling had become a burning sensation. The itch was driving me insane. And Derek was all I could think about. To make things worse Scott had finally realized that there was another werewolf in the school. He should have known it was me the moment he was in the same room with me. But because he never accepted Derek's offer to teach him how to use his extra senses more effectively Scott was still in the dark about who it was.

He didn't tell me those things. We still weren't talking. I overheard a conversation he was having with Allison. For two people that were supposed to be pretending they've broken up they sure do spend a lot of time together.

I had made it through most of the day in one piece but on my way to my last class I started to lose it. The hallway was mostly empty as the bell had already rang but I was still trying to get my body under control. I was sweating uncontrollably by then. My body felt like it was falling apart. All I wanted to do was make it through this last class and go home. My body had other plans.

I fell to my knees in the middle of the hall. The last thing I saw before I fell forward and lost consciousness was Erica running towards me. She was yelling something but I couldn't hear anymore. I just wanted to sleep.

I couldn't believe that I was still alive. I didn't know where I was because I didn't have the strength to open my eyes. And I couldn't move because my body wouldn't listen. I was still warm and the itch was still there. Maybe, I thought, being a werewolf isn't all it's cracked up to be. Maybe my body is rejecting the bite. Was this how I was going to die? A sweaty, itchy, sexually confused teenaged virgin?

I was considering letting go and walking towards the light, it hadn't shown up yet but I was just waiting for it. That's when I heard his voice. It was like heaven. A cool breeze on a hot day. It felt like I had waited my entire life just to hear it again. "What happened," he was upset and talking to someone.

"I don't know. He's been acting strange all week. I was skipping my last period class when I saw him pass out in the middle of the hallway. He's burning up. Feel him." It was Erica talking. She actually sounded concerned.

A hand touched my forehead and instantly I felt better. "Damn it," he took his hand away and I went back to feeling bad.

"I was about to take him to that doctor guy you were telling me about. He didn't wake up and I didn't know what to do so I brought him here. I couldn't take him to the hospital. The moment they would draw blood they would know he wasn't human,"

"You did the right thing Erica. Why don't you go get some fresh air and I'll call you when I need you." She left. I could hear her foot steps all the way out of where ever it was she had brought me.

I could feel what I had guessed to be a bed sag when Derek sat next to me. He was so close and something about that felt good. I could smell him in the air and if I had the strength to take in a deep breath I would do it over and over again. He placed his hand back on my forehead before quickly removing it. "Stiles? Are you in there? Are you ok?" I wished I could answer him but I just couldn't move my mouth in order to do it.

"If this is my fault and something happens to you I don't know what I'll do. Why is this happening." I could feel the despair rolling of him in waves and all I wanted to do was hold him. I could feel him lean forward. He placed a soft kiss to my cheek. The small contact was exactly what I needed. "Please be ok." He dropped his head down onto my chest. Finally finding an ounce of strength I placed a hand on top of his head.

"Stiles!" I could hear the relief in his voice. "Are you ok!" I tried to speak but wasn't up to it yet. I did get my lips to move however. "Here drink this," He lifted my head up and held a bottle to my lips. As he tilted it I could smell his lips on it. The water bottle was his and that made it better for some reason. When I had drained the bottle he softly put my head back down. He kept petting my hair in slow soothing motions and I slowly came back to life.

"Derek," I opened my eyes and the first thing I saw was his face. His eyes were red like he had been close to crying. Despite that he was beautiful.

"Stiles," he looked at me with relief for a moment before wrapping his arms around me and pulling me tight against his chest. The proximity felt good. I buried my nose in his neck to get in as much of his scent as I could. I couldn't get enough of it. The itch was still there. As was the warmth. But with each deep breath something in me was calmed. I wanted, I needed, more.

I returned his hug by wrapping my arms around him. I started kissing his neck and GOD did his skin taste good! I slowly worked my way up his neck to his jaw. When I got to the side of his mouth he started talking, "Stiles? What are you doing?" I didn't answer him I just pressed my lips against his. They were firm at first. But once he got over his confusion and gave into me his lips softened against mine. When his lips parted and his tongue dragged across my lips I knew that what ever it was I needed to make myself better Derek had. If that meant kissing him until my temperature went down well that was what I was prepared to do.

I pulled us back so that we were laying down with him on top of me. His body placed on top of mine felt almost as good as his lips on mine. I couldn't stop myself from wrapping my legs around his waist and grabbing a hand full of his hair to make sure he wasn't going anywhere anytime soon. He moaned when I tugged on his hair and it was the sexiest sound I had ever heard. I wanted more of him. I wanted him closer. He was my cure and I couldn't get enough.

"Stiles? What are you doing?" he pulled away a little and I groaned at the loss.

"Shut up and kiss me," I pulled him back in by his hair and he growled. If I thought him moaning was sexy well him growling like that was on some other level.

It felt so good to just let go. Lose myself in the kiss. Lose myself in Derek. His scent was all over me. The taste of his mouth was overpowering me. That's when I felt it. It was large and firmly pressed up against my leg. Every time it moved against my thigh Derek moaned. Just so that I could keep hearing that sound I moved my hips up and down over and over again. He kept moaning. I kept moving. Before I knew it Derek was grinding into me, moving his hips in slow forward thrusts.

I became aware of my own erection shortly afterwords. And so did Derek. He began angling his thrust so that his erection brushed over my own. No one had ever came into any sexual contact with me before so as far as first times go this was pretty great. I had a super hot werewolf attached to my lips who was grinding into me in a way that was causing my mind to fall further apart. Despite the overload of sensations I wanted more.

I started to lift his shirt up his back and when he realized what I was trying to do he quickly pulled it all the way off and helped me to take of mine. He crashed back into me his lips urgent and his skin warm. His chest against mine was everything I remembered and more. The itch under my skin was all but gone and the warmth was replaced by a warmth of another kind.

He slowly blazed a trail of wet kisses down my jaw to the dip in my neck and I couldn't help but to gasp. Every kiss and light bite was just another push towards insanity. Just as I had gained some grip on the world around me I was losing it. I had just pulled myself together in time to be torn apart again. And I didn't care. I didn't want to stop. And luckily neither did Derek. Any reservations he had were gone and he was now grinding into me at a pace that made me see stars.

"Bite me," I didn't know why I said it but deep down it was what I wanted.

"What," he pulled back from me and stopped moving. The two things I didn't want him too.

"Bite me!" I growled at him. I actually growled. And that did something to him. He fell back into my neck and bit down. The pain was explosive but the pleasure that came with it was overwhelming. I moaned. Loudly. And that was all Derek needed to start moving again. Each movement was faster and more urgent than the last. I started moving my hips, meeting him with each motion. When he pulled his teeth out I hissed at the sensation but he quickly covered my mouth with his own. The taste of my blood didn't bother me much. It wasn't disgusting and it wasn't a turn on. It was just there.

And then I was there. My stomach was tightening. My feet were pointing straight out. My body was locking up in anticipation for what was about to happen. I was so close to the precipice of what I knew was going to be the best orgasm of my life but I just needed another little push. Something to help fling me from the edge and allow me to truly let go.

Derek went back to kissing my neck and without anything to occupy my mouth I did the only thing that felt right. I bit down into the soft skin of his shoulder. His head shot up and he let out a deep growl before sinking his teeth into my shoulder again. Suddenly all the pieces fit together and I came. I was right. It was the best orgasm I had ever had. Every other time, alone in my room, was nothing compared to this feeling. My entire body was both tight and lose at the same time.

I kept my body still as Derek continued to rock into me. He was moving faster and faster. Harder and harder. Until finally he came. And it was beautiful. He threw his had back and let out a growl that shook my body to the core before sinking his teeth back into my skin again.

We stayed like that for a few minutes. Breathless and motionless. His teeth deep in my shoulder and my legs wrapped around his waist. It was complete bliss. My mind was clouded and my body was becoming heavier. I had fallen asleep before I was aware that I was going to.

I woke up in my room just as Derek was placing me in my bed. My shirt was still off and he had taken off my shoes but I still had my jeans on. As soon as he put me down I started to take them off. "Nice to see you're awake again," I could hear the smile in his voice before I looked up at him.

"Sorry if I've been a bother. And I didn't mean to fall asleep on you. If anything you can take it as a compliment," I started to slip my pants off and he gave me a strange look, "What? I'm not going to sleep all night in my jeans again. It's weird and uncomfortable. Makes my legs sweat," Once I got them off I pulled the covers over myself and looked up Derek not sure what to say next.

"Oh... Well I guess I should be going now." He started to make his way towards the door to my room and I really didn't want him to.

"So your just going to give me the best orgasm of my life and then just leave? Typical man. Just gonna hit it and quit it?" He stopped walking and turned around to face me. He was trying not to laugh. Which on him is actually kind of adorable.

"What do you want me to do Stiles?"

"Stay?" It felt strange to ask him that. Vulnerable, that was the word.

He didn't respond. He just pulled of his shirt and walked to the side of the bed opposite me. I couldn't take my eyes of his body. That is until he started to pull at his belt. I turned my head away and he laughed at me. "You don't have to look away. Feel free to stare all you want." I didn't look back at him until he slid next to me under the covers. "Um... Stiles?"

"Yeah?"

"I'm not exactly sure what to do now."

"What?"

"I don't really share a bed with another person often. At least not were we're actually sleeping. Do you want me to stay on my side? Do you want to cuddle or something? Or..."

I really didn't know what to say. But I had to say something. Derek didn't know what to do and really neither did I. I've certainly had never been in this situation. But I just went with what felt right. I moved closer to him and turned onto my side so that my back was facing him. I reached back to grab his hand and pulled his arm around my waist. He got the idea and moved a bit closer so that his chest was against my back and he snaked his other arm under my head so that he could lay more comfortably. It felt good to be that close to him. Feeling his chest move against my body with each slow breath. Felling his warmth against me.

"Goodnight Derek,"

"Night," he nuzzled into my neck before he spoke again, "Stiles?"

"Yes?"

"I gave you the best orgasm of your life?" I could feel him smile into my neck.

"Shut up." That was the last thing said before we shared a small laugh and then fell into a peaceful mutual sleep.

Author's Note:

I tried to catch all errors but I'm only human and a terrible one at that so please forgive me.

Sorry for that late update. I am currently on a week long road trip from Ohio to Utah so I don't have much of a chance to write anything. So it may be a while before I upload another chapter.

P.S. I just realized that this is the slightly sexy chapter... What did you guys think. It will only get better. But I need your help. What can I/should I do to improve?

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